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“It’s Saturday.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been here nearly two weeks now,” Sam said. He was sitting next to Danny at the dining table in his and Ruth’s apartment above the bar while Sally fed Danny a late lunch. It was Sally’s apartment too, the young man realized. It had taken him several days to figure out that Ruth and Sally were lovers. Maybe both with Sam too, for all he knew. Maybe they all did it together up here, Danny thought, with a little frown, trying to envision that happening. Although Danny could see that Sally had a room of her own up here, and he didn’t know when they’d have time for much fooling around. Sam seemed to be downstairs doing something that needed to be done in the bar nearly all of the time.

He’d just been down in Danny’s room with Danny, doing him. Sam had said it was training—checking out how Danny managed bondage. The young man was on the bed, kneeling at the edge, with his wrists bound behind him, high up on his back, with a lead to a neck collar. Danny also had two double-opening cuffs, with the large opening strapped around his upper thighs and the smaller opening around his ankles, which made Danny’s heels pull up toward his butt.

Sam stood on the floor between Danny’s thighs, with his cock buried in the young man’s channel. He had a leash attached to Danny’s neck cuff in back, and he was controlling the slow pumping action of his cock by pulling Danny’s chest up with his leash and then releasing it, making the young man’s buttocks move on and off his cock.

“Uncomfortable?” he’d asked.

“A bit.”

“But arousing too?”

“Oh, yes.”

“In what way?”

Danny thought a bit. “In the feeling of being completely helpless. At the mercy of the man fucking me. The sharp edge of fear. What will he do to me while I have no control? Will I ever be freed.”

“Yes, show him a bit of that fear, but don’t think you’ve lost control. You can control him by the way you react to his attentions, what you impel him to do next. You can keep him on a high of thinking he has complete control, that you are completely at his mercy. Use your fear and your sense of innocence—and the trust you have shown in him, your willingness to be helpless under him—to control him. Show me that in the way you respond to my kiss . . . there, yes, like that. Feel the effect of that kiss—what you showed me in that kiss—in the change in my cock inside you. Yes, very nice. Don’t ever think—or let yourself be—helpless with a man.”

He hadn’t finished Danny that way. “Just want you to get a feel for it and be able to figure out beforehand how you’re going to make the guy feel good doing it—to want to pay to come back for another taste of you.”

He hadn’t left Danny undone, though. After Sam released Danny, he’d turned the young man on his back and spread his legs and fucked him while he looked down into Danny’s eyes. He did it slow, giving Danny a lot of love. And Danny could tell that Sam was fucking him because he wanted him. Danny began to practice what Sam had told him to do to control a man. Danny moaned and clutched at Sam’s buttocks, arched his back, and opened his mouth in a silent scream of being overwhelmed. And Danny smiled inside as he felt Sam strengthen in size and intensity inside him, tighten his embrace, and begin to pant hard—panting harder for Danny because of how the young man was manipulating him.

Danny tightened his channel on Sam’s throbbing cock, something Danny only recently had learned he could control. The young man slowly began to move his hips in rhythm with the fuck, increasing the intensity as if it was an involuntary reaction Danny couldn’t control because Sam was cocking him so masterfully. Danny lolled his head to the side, and whimpered, “Oh, yes, Daddy, cream me.” And he felt the victory of control as Sam did just that and collapsed on top of him with a deep groan.

There was no doubt that Danny was learning the power of control.

* * * *

When Sam had come to Danny’s room to fuck him, he had awakened the young man from his night’s sleep. Danny hadn’t eaten since the previous evening. After the cocking lesson, Sam asked him to come on up to the apartment, saying that Sally would fix him something to eat, which was what had put Danny in Sam’s and Ruth’s apartment for the first time. As Danny entered the spacious apartment and looked around, he thought, if you didn’t know what was downstairs and what went on down there, you wouldn’t have known that this wasn’t just any other middle-class apartment in a small town.

It seemed quite homey. And up here the three of them seemed like any family. Ruth didn’t look so garish up here in her apartment and, if Danny hadn’t already figured them out, Ruth and Sally would have seemed just like a best-friends mother and daughter duo in this environment.

At first Danny couldn’t look at Sam as anyone but the man who had just fucked him while he was trussed up, but the longer Sam and he sat there, with Ruth and Sally moving around the apartment, üsküdar escort the easier it was for Danny to see Sam in this normal setting too.

And the more Danny was able to see this as a home and the people here as a family, the more appealing it was to him. It got him to wondering if this was what he was missing—some sense of home. God knows he hadn’t known that in Plainview. All Danny remember of his real father anymore—when he was being truthful and discounting the hope-filled fantasies—was those dog tags hidden in the sock in the bureau drawer downstairs. After his dad had died, his mother had been too busy trying to work enough to keep their heads above water to think of trying to make them a real family. That’s certainly not what she really had in mind, Danny ruminated, even though she claimed it was so, when she’d brought Floyd into the house. All she’d wanted was Floyd’s cock. What Floyd had wanted was variety.

“You weren’t here last Saturday night,” Sam said. He was sitting close while Danny finished the soup Sally put in front of him. It was good soup. A lot better than the carryout, or the snack-type stuff from the bar, that Danny had been eating. Sam was playing with the hair on Danny’s forearm. Ruth was moving around the apartment, doing who knows what. Danny wondered if she knew her husband was fucking him. But why wouldn’t she know? he realized.

“No. You sent me out with that businessman staying at the Grove Hotel.”

“He any good? He do you well?”

“The hotel has nice rooms. I showed you the tip he gave me and you took half. Was it enough to indicate he had a good time?”

“You know you are really amazing,” Sam said. “We’ve never had anyone here like you. It keeps seeming like you’re an innocent. But then you don’t back down from anything.”

“I had it rough before I came here, Sam. But just one way. I’m here on Fire Island to see what other ways there are.”

“Anyone tell you about Saturday night around here?”

“Yeah. Lance told me.”

“About the late-night set?”

“Yeah, he told me about that too.”

“Tonight’s Saturday night. We need someone for that late-night set. What do you think about—?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Just like that? No argument? God, I can’t fucking believe you, son. You look at me with those innocent eyes of yours, and I can’t just get my head around how willing you are.”

“I came here looking for something, Sam. I’m still trying to figure out what that is.”

“You don’t mind if guys watch?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t tried that out much. It hasn’t bothered me yet, though, what little there’s been. I think I sort of like being watched. I went over to the Lighthouse Beach Thursday afternoon.”

“You go naked?”

“Yeah, I wanted to know if guys would look at me—like what they see. And I wondered what I’d think if they did.”

“Of course they’d like what they saw. Did you like it?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“What we did just now, down in your room. That sort of stuff happens in the late set Saturday night. That’s what I was checking out. You seem to have done fine. You didn’t—?”

“It was fine, Sam. The lovin’ afterward was good too. Any time you want me . . .”

“Oh, god, Danny.” Sam leaned his face into Danny’s and they kissed. Both Ruth and Sally were fluttering around, but neither one of them seemed to care. Danny was feeling something stirring inside. Was this what home was all about? Lack of pretense, acceptance. Sam was no hunk, but he was a comfortable fuck, and Danny was beginning to feel affection for him. Sam was old enough to be his father, though—and then some. Danny wondered if he was tied up in some sort of psychosis of not really having a dad when it counted. His dad rarely been around, although Danny remembered the times he was as periods of calm, security, and happiness in what otherwise was a frenetic life with a mother trying to cope alone and not being particularly good at that. Overarching their lives had been his dad’s job—the military. Years at a time overseas, fighting. And, finally, there had been a body bag and a set of dog tags.

“It’s not just the equipment on Saturday nights,” Sam continued after they’d kissed. “On nights when there’s a crowd and they’re really in to it, it won’t be just one guy. I doubt you ever—”

“Six guys—well-hung guys—fucked me at Lighthouse Beach Thursday. One after the other. A volleyball team. My first time, but I kinda got off on it.”

“Jesus, Danny. Six guys.”

“Athletes. Healthy and strong. And they didn’t pay. The guys tonight will pay, right?”

“Yes, of course. But, shit, Danny. Six. And you worked that night and took two more.”

“I liked the six better, but the two paid for it, so that was good too. I thought it might hurt more than it did with the six, or that it would wipe me out. But when they were done and I was leaving the beach, gaziemir escort I let a guy drive me to the other end of the island and fuck me in the backseat of his convertible. So, I can’t say I know what too much is like yet.”

“Christ almighty, you’re a cool one,” Sam said, his voice punctuated with a little shiver. “Six. I don’t think we ever . . . but there’s DP too.”

“DP. What’s that?”

“Doubling. In the case I’m talking about, two guys, both in one hole at the same time. Surely you’ve never—”

“No, I haven’t. Sounds painful.”

“I could make sure it wouldn’t get to that. I could—”

“Would they pay extra for it, if that’s what they wanted?”

“Yes, of course, but—”

“Well, then. If it’s something I’ve never done before and I’m here on Fire Island to try it all . . .”

“You wouldn’t want to just do it on stage the first time. You can’t really say yes to it without any idea how it’s going to be.”

“If it’s something I need to know about . . .”

Sam was trembling. Danny could feel it from the strong grip Sam had on his forearm. Still looking deep into Danny eyes, searching for some sense of an edge beyond which Danny wouldn’t go, but not seeing any evidence of it in his eyes, Sam spoke to Sally in a low voice. “Sally, go downstairs, please, and see if Jose has shown up for work yet. If so, ask him to meet Danny and me in Danny’s room.”

* * * *

It was nearly 4:00 a.m., and Danny was exhausted. He’d done nothing but smile and moan and tell all of the guys how good they were for more than an hour. They were on the padded platform with the two poles at either edge. The rangy construction worker was laying on his back on the platform, with Danny laying on his back on top of him, his shoulder blades digging into the man’s chest. Danny’s arms were laid out wide from his body, his head pulled back hard next to the construction worker’s head, and his mouth open wide, jaw almost unhinged, as a hung guy stood over his head and face fucked him.

The construction worker was holding real still, the palms of his hands on Danny’s belly and his cock inside Danny’s channel. Danny’s legs were raised onto the shoulders of the black biker who was standing on the floor next to the platform. His was the cock that was slow pumping Danny’s channel, rubbing on top of that of the construction worker’s as he was doing so.

Several other men were gathered around the platform on the stage. They were all naked except for the cell phones in their hands that they were using to fire off photo shots. They’d all paid through the nose to be on the stage—and to fuck Danny—and even more to be permitted to take photos. They’d all already fucked him. This was the finale of the night.

Video cameras pointed down from the ceiling onto the platform and from various other angles around the room were sending images to screens on the walls to show those who hadn’t paid for the special attention what was going on.

When he was able, Danny was looking at the screens too. What he saw was arousing, especially in connection with it actually happening to him. But it still didn’t seem to be the ultimate that he was after. There still seemed to be more out there that would move him to say, “Now I’m completely satisfied.”

Earlier in the day, after Sam and Jose had introduced him to DP—but certainly not anything like he’d been through later that night, Danny had showered and hobbled out onto the street. He had wanted to work the soreness out. When he’d seen Sam and Jose, both naked, coming at him on his bed, he’d had no idea how he could manage it—or even how they could set the positions. But he was shown that there were several positions. And he had managed it. There was a little sense of accomplishment in that.

But he had the urge to get out of the bar. He’d already said he’d do just about anything late that night, but he’d suddenly had the feeling of too much too fast—a feeling that had fleetingly visited him fairly often in the week and a half he’d been on Fire Island. Sam had given him the opportunity to set limits after he’d gotten a taste of the DP, but Danny hadn’t backed down. There was the money, but it wasn’t just the money. Danny wanted the feel of it. The knowledge that men wanted what he could give—that they’d go wild to get inside him. That they’d even be aroused in sharing him.

And he couldn’t get out of his mind that last weekend at home in Plainview, just two Saturday’s ago, when Floyd had burst his bubble of being taken advantage of—of only doing it because he was forced. The humiliation of Floyd just sitting there, his only contribution a hard dick. And of Danny working hard to fuck himself on it—wanting it and not being able to deny that he did.

Each time he had been fucked in the last nearly two weeks here on Fire Island he had wanted it. The hard dick inside him. Each time, if the other guy had just stopped and done nothing, Danny would sancaktepe escort still have wanted to ride the dick. But each time Danny hadn’t been completely satisfied.

He walked the streets of Cherry Grove that afternoon, reaching into the residential section. Wherever he saw men who attracted him on the decks of the beach houses, they weren’t alone. There were other guys—sometimes only one; sometimes several. They were all having a good time, obviously comfortable with each other. All a family.

He had moved to the beach side and walked the line of the monster mansions. He stood, fingering the dog tags laying between his pecs with the word “family” running through his mind, in front of a house built in weathered gray wood that spread its wings toward the sea and swept up in the middle to a high peaked roof covered in wood shingles. It looked like a massive bird or ship ready to soar out to sea. It made Danny want to soar out to sea with it, to seek ultimate satisfaction somewhere out there in the cloud-draped sky.

Two men, one older and one younger, were on the deck, drinking beer and cuddled together. Focusing on them, Danny recognized Billy, the guy he’d 69d with on the Lighthouse Beach. The two looked so happy and into each other. Knowing a bit of Billy now, Danny thought that it wasn’t natural. Billy was probably putting on an act, and the older guy, the guy Billy had said was Kyle and was loaded and an architect—probably the architect of this glorious house—probably had no idea that Billy was playing him, using him.

While he watched, the older guy stood and shrugged a robe off his back. He looked real good from behind—not thin, but built solid and with good, firm buttocks, his shoulders lightly covered with curls of dark hair. He sat back down in his deck chair. His pecs were covered in hair that trailed down his sternum. The man reached over and pushed the robe off Billy’s shoulders. Then the man pulled Billy up from his chair and down into his lap, facing him. Billy spread his legs and dug the soles of his feet into the railing of the deck behind the chair and at the side of the deck. He arched back, his arms over his head and draping down to the flooring of the deck, while the older guy grabbed his waist with both hands, and then Billy’s body was moving in and out on the older guy’s lap, being fully powered, Danny thought, by the hands of the older guy.

Aroused, but with a feeling of frustration, Danny lowered his eyes and walked farther up the beach. He passed the soaring house again on his way back to the bar more than a half hour later. Billy was standing at the rail, riding it with his belly, his head and arms swinging low toward the beach. The older guy was standing behind him, hands on Billy’s hips, obviously pumping him from behind. As Danny watched, the older man arched his back and lifted his head to the heavens. Billy jerked too. They had come together. Danny wondered what that felt like. Then Billy stood, and the older man encircled him with his arms, one hand going to the young man’s belly and the other to his chest. They rocked back and forth in their embrace for several minutes, their faces plastered together in a kiss.

Thinking the fuck was over, Danny pulled his hand from under the waistband of his shorts, where he had been stroking his own cock. His other hand let loose of the dog tags at his chest. He turned and walked up the beach several yards. He looked back for one last view of something he ached to experience, and stopped dead in his tracks, surprised, but with what Billy had said to him about Kyle—that he was insatiable and could go all day—floating up in his mind. Billy was on his back on a patio table, the older man between his legs, holding one of Billy’s legs up the line of his hairy, barrel chest. He was rhythmically fucking Billy again. Billy had the knuckles of one hand in his mouth, and he was arching and relaxing his back, obviously being fucked totally.

Danny wanted to run up to the house and scream that he’d give anything to be Kyle’s Billy. But, of course he didn’t. He returned to Sam’s Bar to nap until the crowds started to arrive later in the evening—to prepare for what he knew would be a taxing performance of his own.

He lay on the platform, flat out on his back, panting slightly, only half conscious, as Sam and the bouncers cleared the bar and shut and locked the doors.

“You were great,” Sam whispered as he sat down beside Danny’s spread-eagled body, gently moved Danny’s flung-out arms down beside his body, and ran his hands over Danny’s chest and belly, massaging his groaning muscles. “I’ll have to count it, but I’m sure it’s the most profit we’ve ever had in one night. You’ll get your share and a good bonus, of course.”

Danny groaned at him, only managing to slit his eyes open.

“You OK?” Sam asked with a concerned voice. “Watchin’ all those guys taking you like that . . . I almost couldn’t take it. But you gave them a real show. They couldn’t get enough of you. It might be best to skip over you next Saturday. Get one of the other guys to do it. Don’t want to wear you out—and having to wait for it again should loosen the wallets of the patrons.”

Danny grunted. “Yeah, fine. I’ll be OK tomorrow. I’m sure.” Sam’s concern would be real touching if it didn’t include talk of profits and scheduling doing it again.

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*****

Our nude bodies glistened with sweat as I, my father and my brother in law stood in the family room. I couldn’t help but wonder if Thad’s ass hole was throbbing the way mine was from the championship fucking that my father had just given the both of us.

Dad made his way over to the towel draped sofa where he had earlier found me fucking Thad and sat down in the center, his big dick and balls hanging over the edge of the seat. Thad and I followed and sat on either side of him.

No one spoke for a minute. Dad was checking out the stiff meat that Thad and I both had standing up from our crotches and then he wrapped a hand around each prick.

“I never even suspected that the two of you were both hung like bulls.” he said, gently stroking our dicks.

“And I never, ever suspected that you’d be into gay stuff.” Thad replied. “I may be dumb but I know that nobody throws a fuck up a guy’s ass like that if it’s his first time.”

“Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look then.” dad replied with a smile.

“You’ve been with guys before?” I asked.

Dad turned to me and said, “When I was around your age, still living at home, we had this next door neighbor. Joe was the same age as me. He and I used to sleep over at each other’s place, we were best friends. I don’t need to tell you what might happen if two horny young guys share a bed. For about a year, we sucked and fucked every chance we got. Then, he went into the Air Force and I never saw him again.”

“Was that the only time?” I asked.

“There have been a few times, when I was out of town on business, that I let guys suck me off. No fucking, though.”

“Does mom know?”

“Your mother and I, sex never was much between us. I can’t even remember the last time. That’s one of the reasons, when I found you two fucking and having a good time at it, that I wanted to get involved. It’s been a long time since I came into anything other than my hand.”

Thad reached over and wrapped his hand around dad’s limp dick and said, “What a waste of prime meat.”

Dad then looked back at me and asked, “Are you okay with all of this, really? We can pretend it never happened.”

“There’s no way that’s going to happen.” I told him. I reached into his lap and fondled his big loose balls in their hot sack. “I intend to get a lot better acquainted with these.”

“Wait until he sucks you off.” Thad said to dad. “For a beginner, he sucks better than anyone I ever met.”

Dad gave me a small smile and said, “I just may have to find out if that’s true.”

“And I’m going to hold you to that. I’m already jealous of Thad because he got your load instead of me, your blood son.”

We sat there playing with each other’s cocks and then said, “Regarding your mother, I just had an idea.”

He rose up from the sofa and walked over to where his clothes lay on the floor. I noticed again what a hot man he was, this time looking at his full ass globes. When he bent over to pick up his pants, his hairy cheeks parted enough for me to see his puckered hole. My mouth was watering.

He stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket, then came over and sat back down between us. This time, I got my hand around his dick before Thad could. He punched in a number and when it was answered, I was close enough that I could hear mom’s voice.

“Hey, babe, I was just calling to see how your day is going.” he said.

“We’re having a blast. We should have done this a long time ago.” mom replied.

“How soon do you think you’ll be home?”

“Why, are you having some kind of party?”

Dad looked down at my hand around his cock and then he wrapped his fist around Thad’s big dick.

“No, nothing like that. I’m over at Thad and Sue’s place. When I finished my chore I came over to check on the boys and bring them some beer. We’re sitting around shooting the shit and drinking. I thought that maybe if you knew what time the two of you would be back, we could pick up a bunch of fast food and meet you back at our place. That way, the two of you can take it easy after your hard day.”

“Well, it will be at least a couple more hours. How about I give you a call an hour or 45 minutes before we think we’ll be there and then we can meet?”

“Sounds perfect.” dad said. “Just give us time to get the food and back home.”

He disconnected and then turned smiling to each of us.

“Well, you heard her. We have a couple more hours free. What should we do to fill the time?” he asked, bahçelievler escort smiling.

He was playing with our hard dicks again, stroking them both to make them harder and then he said, “I have an idea. Let’s not let these fuckers go to waste.”

He stood up from his seat and pulled each of us up beside him. Then, he climbed back onto the sofa on his knees with his back to us. He spread his legs so that his gorgeous ass cheeks parted, showing his hairy crack.

“What do you think, boys? Is my old man ass worth fucking?” he asked.

“Goddamn. I’m glad I married into this fucking family.” Thad said.

Dad’s body was a work of art. He was perched with his folded arms resting along the back crest of the sofa, making his wide shoulders look even broader and his upper arms thicker. I admired the muscles in his back and how his torso had a perfect v-shape down to his trim waist. His ass was even more outstanding. His cheeks were rounded globes, firm but not too muscular. The deep crease between them had a forest of hair tendrils spilling out.

“If you ever get tired of being a husband and dad, I bet you’d have a great career as a porn star.” I told him.

“I take it you like what you see.”

“Looks good enough to eat and then some.” Thad replied.

Dad looked pleased that he was so obviously admired and he said, “So who’s going to be the first to sweep the cobwebs out of there?”

“You’re first, Brent.” Thad said. “I want to be able to watch this.”

“Then, come on, son. Turnabout is fair play. Let’s see what you can do with that big dick.” dad told me.

Thad retrieved the lube. As I was coating my hard cock, he was massaging lube up dad’s hole.

“Man, this is really tight.” he said. “I don’t know if Brent’s big dick will fit in here.”

Dad had his head lying on the sofa back and he said, “It’ll fit. I’m counting on him to make sure of that.”

I moved up to stand behind dad. Thad was sitting to one side of him and he grasped each of his ass cheeks and spread them so that the tiny rosebud hole was visible. My cock was leaking long streams of precum just looking at it.

“If I never fuck another ass, I’ll die happy because I’m about to fuck the best of them.” I said.

“Hey, no need to hurt my feelings.” Thad said, grinning.

I grasped my cock at the base and guided it to dad’s puckered opening. The hole flexed when my cock head nestled against it. I applied some pressure, feeling how hot the opening was. I could feel dad’s body relaxing as he made himself ready for getting fucked.

I applied more pressure and the hole slowly began to unfurl. My cock head was half hidden in his ass. As I may have said, I’ve got a pretty big head, helmet shaped with a wide flange around it. It was going to be a challenge to get it into him.

I pressed a bit harder and the greasy hole spread further.

“How are you doing, dad?” I asked.

“I forgot how much it burns at first, otherwise I’m great. Slide it in me.”

He took a deep breath and must have willed his hole to open because suddenly the fat head popped all of the way through his tight ring.

“You’re in.” Thad said. He looked up at dad and said, “Now your fun begins.”

I pressed again with my hips and watched as the length of my shaft slowly slid deep inside my father’s ass. He spread his legs a little wider and tipped his ass higher to give me the maximum advantage and I leaned forward so that I could rest on his back and play with his nipples while I fucked him.

“How did you know that my nipples are hot wired to my ass hole?” he asked.

I began slow, making short thrusts that only brought a couple of inches of dick out of his ass and moving my hips to poke his ass walls and stretch them open. Dad was making little sounds of pleasure.

“You’re fucking me really great already.” he said.

Thad was still holding his cheeks wide but now he let go and stood up beside me. He watched as I increased my stroke, drawing a little more cock out of the tight opening each time. I felt his hand on my ass cheek and then his finger sliding into my hole. That made me start fucking harder. My balls swinging and slamming against dad’s ball sack was an added turn on, too.

“Don’t cum.” he said to me. “When you feel close, pull out and I’ll take over.”

Looking down and watching my cock sliding in and out of my father’s ass while having my own ass finger fucked, it didn’t take long before my bağcılar escort balls started to tickle. Thad had already lubed his dick with his other hand so he was ready to go.

I drew my cock back until it popped out of dad’s hole and stepped to the side. Thad took my place and guide his cock into the vacant hole, sliding it all of the way in in one stroke. Dad grunted.

I sat down beside dad and reached under him to feel his cock. It was standing up hard and stiff again and dad opened his eyes and smiled at me when he felt my hand on it. I had an overwhelming desire to climb under him and suck his dick while Thad fucked his hole but I was afraid I’d miss my next turn up at bat. Instead, I contented myself with playing with his big hairy balls.

The two of us alternated filling his hole for the next period of time, however long that was. One of us would plow dad’s ass until we got close, then step aside to let the other cock take over. Dad didn’t say anything but from the noises he made and the way he arched his ass up to meet our cocks, I knew he was enjoying it.

It finally happened that Thad was slam fucking dad’s hole and couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust his cock all the way in and I watched as his balls bounced in his sack, shooting their slimy load into dad’s guts. When he’d emptied his balls, he pulled his softening dick out and I rammed my cock back up dad’s ass. It was burning hot from being fucked for so long and I could feel Thad’s dick juice coating my prick. It was so wet and silky and slick that after only a few strokes, my own load blasted up dad’s hole.

It felt like I might never stop cumming, I’d been holding off for so long and I was so turned on. I wouldn’t be surprised if I shot 9 or 10 loads down his fuck chute. I watched the base of my shaft buck in dad’s hole each time another wave of jizz shot out of it.

When my balls finally dried up for the time being, I slowly backed my cock out of the clutching hole and flopped down beside dad. Thad was sitting on his other side. Dad stood up from the sofa, stretched and then he sat back down between us. His dick was starting to go soft and I reached down to feel his big balls in my hand again and let my fingers slip down to feel his cum soaked hole.

“You guys are enough to kill an old man.” he said.

“But I bet you’d die with a smile on your face.” Thad replied.

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Dad said. “As a matter of fact, I have a feeling that the three of us are going to be spending a lot more time with each other in the future.”

We were all three exhausted and we remained resting on the sofa. I moved so that I could rest my head in dad’s lap and play with his cock and balls. He stroked my side with one hand and played with Thad’s cock with his other.

Dad’s phone finally rang and mom announced that she and Sue were about 45 minutes away. We reluctantly got up and pulled our dirty work clothes on. I was really sorry to see both dad and Thad covered-I wanted another round with both cocks and asses.

“I’ve got so much cum up my ass I feel like I’m sloshing. ” Dad said.

“Nobody likes a braggart.” Thad replied and dad chased him out to the car.

We picked up a massive take out order and we were already back at our house when mom and Sue arrived. The first thing mom said when she came in was, “P.U. You three smell like a herd of goats. We’re eating outside.”

We carried the food out and Thad brought out drinks for us all. The three of us were starving and we ate like it. The food didn’t last long.

As we all sat back, mom said, “Sue and I decided something today. We’re going to take a vacation to Hawaii.”

“I don’t know.” dad said. “That could get pretty expensive for the three of us.”

“And I don’t know if I could get off work on such short notice.” Thad said.

Sue looked at mom and then she said, “That’s not what we meant. Mom and I are going on vacation for two weeks. No boys allowed. We had such a good time together today that we want to go alone.”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?” Thad replied.

“You three had a good time together today, didn’t you? We’ve got a guest room, you can stay here while we’re gone and you can be three boys running wild together.” mom said to him.

Dad was suddenly smiling. I looked at Thad and he looked back at me with that shit eating grin. I knew I was smiling, too.

“That just might be an excellent idea.” dad said.

EPILOGUE

Sue ümraniye escort and mom did indeed take a trip to Hawaii a few weeks later. Thad moved into the guest room, supposedly, but actually the three of us spent every night in my bed because it was the biggest. In those two weeks I don’t think there was a single thing that we didn’t do to each other or with each other.

I was only 19 but Thad and dad were just as horny as I. It was a rare morning that they didn’t go off to work with only a few hours sleep and their cocks, balls and ass holes aching from over use.

The afternoon before mom and Sue were scheduled to return, we were laying on my bed recovering. Dad and I had just finished sliding both of our cocks up Thad’s hole at the same time. I was sure that it would never work; dad’s cock looked even more massive after all of the exercise it had been getting, but it did.

Dad lay on his back and Thad sat on his stiff dick, and then leaned back so that could kneel between their legs and stuff my dick into his already stretched hole. It took a little effort but I finally got it all inside of him. It was a super tight fit and I loved the way dad’s big dick felt rubbing against mine. I did the fucking since I was the one on top and dad said it was incredible, that it felt like he was fucking and having his cock fucked at the same time. Thad was beyond speech. Dad came before I did, just from the friction of my cock on his. When I felt his juice filling Thad’s guts, which was all it took for me, too, and the two of us blasted our loads cock to cock.

Thad still hadn’t recovered when his phone rang, he was lying on his stomach so that the air could cool his fucked out hole and pearls of our mixed cum were sliding down his taint.

He answered his phone and said, “Hi, babe, what time am I picking you two up?”

He’d seen that it was Sue calling. I subsequently heard what was said later that afternoon, so I’ll just repeat it to you the way I heard it.

“That’s what I’m calling about.” Sue said. “I’m not coming back.”

“Sue says she’s not coming back.” Thad repeated to dad.

“What’s she talking about? Tell to put her mother on so that I can speak to her.” dad replied.

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than his phone rang, too.

When he answered, mom said, “I’m not coming back either.”

“Are you crazy? What’s gotten into the two of you?”

“We’re staying her. We’ve both found jobs and a small apartment that we can afford to share. We’re not coming home.”

“Are you divorcing me?” Thad asked Sue.

“You can divorce me if you want, I’m giving you grounds.” she replied.

“And are you divorcing me?” dad asked.

“I hadn’t intended to, unless you want. I’m just tired of being a wife. Brent is grown and can take care of himself and you know things haven’t been right between the two of us in a long time, I’ve hardly been what you could call a wife. You’re still a very sexual man and I’m through with all of that stuff. You can find yourself some girlfriends. I won’t mind. These past two weeks are the first time since we married that I’ve felt like I’m really myself. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Dad didn’t reply for a full minute, looking at me and Thad.

“I think I understand.” he told mom. “I’ve felt different, too, like I’m my real self. I know what you’re saying.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Thad asked Sue. “What about the house? What about all of your stuff?”

“Sell it.” Sue replied. “You can keep the money. You deserve it. Get rid of the house and get a bachelor pad or stay living at dad’s.”

I saw dad and Thad stare into each other’s eyes and then they both began a slow grin.

“I wouldn’t do that. We still have our joint account.” Thad told Sue. “I’ll bank the money and that way if you need it or there’s an emergency, it’ll be there. It’s pretty brave what you’re doing.”

“Could you hear what Thad just told Sue?” dad asked mom. “He told her that we’ll leave things the way they are for the future and let the two of you see how things work out. If you want to come back or you need anything or if you just need to talk, we’ll be here.”

“Tell Brent I’ll call him tonight and we can discuss all of this. I really thought you’d hit the roof.”

“No, I think it’s a chance for both of us to grow and stop being old fuddy-duddies.” dad replied. “I’m glad you had the balls to confront it.”

“Me, too.” Thad told Sue. “We’ll see how it goes.”

Both Thad and dad disconnected and sat staring at each other.

“It looks like we’re all three bachelors.” dad said and burst out laughing. “Now, who feels like sucking my dick?”

Thad laughed too and turned to me.

“I will.” he said.

“Good, I want to eat his hole out for a while.” I replied.

“Looks like I’m going to really enjoy being an abandoned husband.” dad said.

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Hearing my grandfather get up out of bed in the next room I immediately woke up. I quickly got up to make him breakfast but first I had to get out of these shorts. I had gotten quite attached to them over the week. I liked them because they fit me so well.

As I posed in front of the mirror in my room with my back turned and looking over my shoulder. I could hear Martins voice in my head, “Your ass is nicer than most girls.” Looking at how the shorts hugged my hips, they just did barely cover my smooth bubble butt. Plus if I bent over just right, the bottom of my nice curvy ass cheeks would just barely peak out.

With a sly smile I headed to the bathroom. Yeah I better not walk out in these. I don’t think I could explain them to my grandfather. Brushing my teeth and washing my face I headed to the kitchen. I was already dreading and looking forward to this day all at the same time.

“You know that you’re going to have to do the irrigation run with Martin today and tonight.” My grandfather’s voice booming at me in an even low tone just as I walked into the kitchen. I just nodded my head as he spoke. My grandfather was old but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that there was something going on between Martin and me. He just didn’t know what. As he sat there watching me start to cook his breakfast I assured him that all was well and the job would get done.

Then he reminded me that his girlfriend was having a cook out tomorrow and in order for me to be able to go I had to do the late night irrigation run by myself. “Martin did this morning’s run alone, it’s only fair,” he mumbled. Again I nodded and let him know that I understood. I really wanted to go to this cookout because I wanted to see Janie. I really needed to talk to her.

I quickly put breakfast on the table and my grandfather ate pausing in-between bites to ask me what had gotten into me. I asked him what he meant and he proceeded to tell me that my cooking was better and the house never looked better. I just shrugged and played it off. It didn’t take the old man long to finish his breakfast and after a little small talk he was out the door. Off he went to put in his Saturday half day of work before leaving for the weekend to get his groove on. I loved that crazy old man.

As soon as he was out the door I quickly went into my room and did my daily routine. After a full week I had become quite proficient at it. By this point the whole shaving, baby oil and lotion thing was a breeze. My body finally dried off allowing me to get dressed and I proceeded to clean the kitchen to start my day.

As I looked around I suddenly understood what the old man was talking about. I was proud of myself. Establishing my new routine had given me a new sense of purpose, it had carried over to all my other tasks. I was paying more attention to detail and everything was in order. The house was the cleanest I could ever remember it being. After patting myself on the back I went to my room and laid down for a minute letting time go by. But I knew that I had to eventually go see Martin.

I got up and did the final step of my routine. I had not done my cleansing yet because I kept telling myself it wasn’t going to happen. But the more I thought about it the more I came to realize that deep down inside I wanted it to happen. I knew that if Martin pushed I wouldn’t be able to say no so.

I mean who was I really trying to kid? I wanted Martin to make me his. I wanted to belong to him. But I wanted to belong to the nice Martin. The polite gentleman that made me fall for him. Not the crude pervert that almost choked me to the point of passing out. Not the Martin that made me feel violated and used. Deep down I wanted him but I was scared.

The walk to the workers quarters seemed longer than usual that day. It was a good little walk and the day was already heating up. I walked past the corral which as long as I could remember never held a cow much less a horse.

Past the repair barn which was the largest of all the buildings on the property. It was the place where all the tools were kept and space for all the equipment repairs. Next the 3 utility buildings that held everything from seed to fertilizer to equipment parts and finally the workers quarters.

Standing there in my work shirt and jeans I took a deep breath then exhaled.

Knocking on the door there was no answer at first. I knocked again. Just as I was reaching up to knock a third time the door opened. It opened so suddenly that it startled me. There in front of me in a pair of dirty jeans, his pants with the top button unfastened and the zipper pulled down stood Martin. His hair was uncombed and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Even in that disheveled state that he was in I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked. His hair mussed up, mannish boy face and his chiseled upper body. But all that stopped as soon as I looked into his brown eyes. I couldn’t read them so I didn’t know what to think. But to this day I do know that I was aroused at that moment. I can remember that I was getting çeşme escort that funny feeling in my balls that I knew meant only one thing. My cock was starting to dribble.

Martin took a step back and I knew that was his que for me to come in. Taking a deep breath then exhaling I stepped inside. As I looked around the room my mouth about hit the floor. Martin didn’t say a word he just went back into his room and fell on the bed. Before me was a room full of empty and half empty beer bottles. Empty and half empty food containers. There was a pungent odor everywhere.

I can’t explain why but my first reaction was sorrow. I felt so bad for Martin. In the entire time he had lived here his home was always spotless. Without hesitation I started picking up and cleaning. Gathering up all the trash then all the dirty dishes. Picking up the dirty clothes and tossing them in the laundry hamper.

After about an hour all the dishes were clean and I headed out with all the bags of trash. As I walked back inside I heard a voice call out from the kitchen. “Make me something to eat, something light.” Without even thinking and to this day I don’t know why. Two simple words came out of my mouth, “Yes sir.”

My mind was racing but I kept calm. I quickly made him some toast and coffee. Don’t laugh. I wasn’t a chef, I was eighteen and all my senses were in overdrive. I was on the brink of losing my fucking mind.

As I set the small plate with toast and his coffee mug down in front of him Martin grabbed my hand pulling me onto his lap. Now my heart was racing. I placed my left hand in my right, resting them on my lap and my feet crossed as I sat on his lap looking down as he started talking.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he would ask. As much as I wanted to answer him nothing came out of my mouth. He repeated the question and again I sat there silent. Placing his left hand on my back he started to gently stroke my back. My eyes instantly closed at the touch of his hand. I had missed that touch all week but I was too afraid to say anything.

Then without warning he reached up with his left hand and grabbed me from the back of my hair. Jerking my hair and pulling my head back a slight gasp escaped my mouth. Martin turned my head so that I was facing him. Sitting there with my mouth slightly open he leaned in and put his mouth on mine.

Instantly I was lost in that moment. The feel of his lips on mine and the sudden intrusion of his tongue into my mouth sent me over the edge with emotion. His tongue finding mine as we did that little tongue dance, kissing passionately. Martins’ right hand was now moving up my shirt until it finally reached my breast where he immediately began fondling my nipple.

As we kissed and without hesitation I slid my right arm up under his arm that was fondling my breast. My hand sliding up and grabbing on to the back of his neck pulling us tighter together as we kissed. My left hand holding on to the arm that was up my shirt.

Then without warning he pulled back. “I’m going to shower and when I come out I want you on my bed with your clothes off,” he said very matter of fact. The sound of his voice came across as serious but not crazy. I sat there looking into his eyes, listening to his command, my mouth still slightly pouting having been just released from his kiss. Again he spoke, “Do you understand what I just said?” Again his voice speaking with authority, my mind, spinning. I nodded yes but that wouldn’t do. “No,” he paused then continued. “I want to hear you say that you understand.” I replied quickly, “Yes sir, I understand.”

Martin stood up and I was off his lap. Before walking away he pulled me to him and I instantly looked up into his eyes as he dropped his mouth on mine for one more, tender, kiss. As he pulled away from my mouth he playfully nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth while he cupped my ass. Then looking into my eyes with a stern look he said, “Thank you.”

As Martin closed the door to the bathroom I dropped to one knee. My heart and mind were racing. I instantly felt my nerves kick in. It was as if every nerve in my body was fighting for my attention. I remember thinking, be calm. Just be calm. I stood up as I heard the shower come on. I knew at that moment, this was going to happen. Even though my brain was screaming at me to get the hell out of there. I couldn’t. My body took over and I slowly started walking into his room.

I slowly started undressing. I was playing out every scenario that I could think of in my head. How was he going to fuck me? Was he going to bend me over? Was he going to lay me on my back? Had I loosened myself up enough with my toy all week and lube! Oh my god, the lube!! Of course I left it at home.

What was I going to do walk around with a tube of lube in my pocket? All these thoughts fighting each other for my attention.

But by now I had removed all my clothes. As I finished neatly folding them I placed them on the big chair in his room. After başakşehir escort letting out a big sigh I crawled into his bed. Sliding under Martins single bed sheet I could smell him. Pulling the sheet over my chest and up to my face I inhaled. Matins scent hit me instantly. As I looked down at my crotch I could see the small wet stain starting to form on the thin bed sheet where my cock was. I was drooling out pre-cum.

This was going to happen. I couldn’t stop it.

The bathroom door opened and my heart dropped then bounced into my throat. Martin stepped out of the bathroom into the room. His hair damp, his body glistening and that gorgeous cock swollen and hard. Martin walked over to me with something in his hand and a towel over his shoulder.

“Pull the sheet down,” he would command. Doing as I was told. My eyes fixed on this man standing in from of me. I continued pushing the sheet down, “Stop!” Martin growled. I immediately stopped lowering the sheet. Stopping at my waist. Lying there exposed from the waist up Martin gave me that boyish grin of his. At that moment I could breath. Because at that moment I knew. This was the Martin that I had fallen for. That smile and those eyes told me that everything was going to be ok.

I was still scared because one quick glance at Martin and I knew that somehow that monster cock between his legs was going inside me. Just like that the panic was back. Suddenly all the lingering questions in my mind started going a million miles an hour in my head. How was he going to fuck me?

I started thinking to what Janie had told me the week before. Anal sex was all about that first penetration. I had to relax and breathe. Janie told me not to tense up because if I tensed up the pain would be unbearable. “The last thing you need to do is tense up just as he’s putting it in you,” I remember Janie saying. As I lay there staring at that monster cock between Martins legs all I could think of was, yeah, this is going to hurt.

Martin climbed on the bed grabbing my ankles and pulling them apart. I instantly started spreading my legs. “Put your hands over your stuff,” Martin would say. My stuff? What does he mean my stuff? Lying there looking into his eyes he would glance down at my crotch. Then it hit me. He wanted me to cover my ball sack and cock with my hands. All I could think at that moment was that he didn’t want my balls getting in his way so I did as I was told.

Reaching down with one hand covering my “stuff” I pulled my cock and balls back. “Spread your legs,” he called out. Doing as I was told I could feel the coolness on my hole as I slowly, totally exposed myself to him. My legs apart as wide as I could get them. I had my legs bent back to where my ankles were almost touching the back of my thighs.

Then he took off the top of the container that was in his hand and I watched as he scooped out some kind of goop into his three fingers. I watched as he smeared the goop onto his hard cock. Then reaching down he smeared the stuff on my hole. At the moment that he put his fingers on my hole my head automatically tilted back and my eyes closed. Sliding the sheet down over my crotch then grabbing on to my balls pulling them back. My other hand stretched out to the side holding a fist full of the fitted sheet.

I moaned, a deep full moan.

Martins’ fingers were finally on me and before I could think his middle finger slipped inside with ease. “Ohhh…” I moaned. Again. Uncontrollably. My eyes still closed I was amazed with the ease that his finger had slipped in. Whatever that lube was that he was using it was working really well plus my toy had more than prepared me for his finger.

Martin carefully worked his middle finger in and out of me as I squirmed with delight each time he pushed in and pulled out of me. Then without as much as, “here comes another one,” he slipped in his index finger. Easily. I moaned. Again. A deep moan, toes now uncontrollably curling. Then another one but this one caught my attention and without being able to stop it. I let out a high pitched squealed. A soft. Squeal. Martin now had his index, middle and ring fingers inside of me and he was working me oh so good.

I tilted my hips upwards giving him all the angle that he needed to work his fingers in and out of me. I was breathing hard and softly moaning with each penetration. There was no pain just a slight passing discomfort when he first pushed the third finger inside but that discomfort was long gone. Holding my cock and balls pulling them back each time he pushed in. At the same time I would rock my hips up to meet his fingers. Then moving my hips back down as he slid his fingers out.

Martin had me where he wanted me. I was enjoying being finger fucked. Just as I was losing myself with all the new sensations of having my ass played with Martin stopped. Martin very slowly pulled his fingers out. My mouth releasing a faint whimper of disapproval.

Wiping his hand with the towel that he küçükçekmece escort had over his shoulder then tossing it down on top of my crotch. I took this as a sign to move my hand and I did but I adjusted the towel and sheet over my cock and balls because I didn’t want my pre-cum drool getting on Martins stomach. As I did this I was amazed at how much I was leaking and I wasn’t even hard.

Martin moved up between my legs as he sat back to rest on his heels. Reaching under my ass he lifted me up and slid a pillow under me. Now my hole was aimed up giving him a much better angle and I would come to discover later this would also give me much more pleasure.

I reached down and put my hands on his thighs. Martins’ knees were now on either side of my hips. My legs automatically locking around his hips. I was uncontrollably pulling him into me. My heels now coming to rest on the top of his ass. Martin leaning forward pushing another pillow under me. This pillow was across under my shoulders.

At first I didn’t understand why he put that pillow there. Then looking down I realized he was giving me a perfect line a sight down to that fat cock laying on top of me.

“Just relax babe,” Martin would say in a low, deep voice. Martin placed the head of his cock on my small hole. Feeling that monster on my hole. Panic set in.

Martin leaned in and pushed, slowly. I could feel the pressure of his fat cock trying to push in. Martin paused then he pushed. Again. I felt pressure then right as I started to feel a slight, sharp pain he stopped. My head was about to explode because at the moment that he pushed I could feel every nerve around my hole scream.

Martin held his cock in that spot not giving up any ground on the slight opening that his monster had just created. Martin took aim again and would tell me to, “Relax babe, relax your pussy.” My pussy? My pussy I thought. My asshole was getting ready to scream at me because that monster was coming in. But Martin calling it his pussy sent my already scrambling thought patterns in every direction.

Reaching out to a life line in my mind I grabbed on to the one thought that I knew would tether me to my calm. Ok, remember what Janie said I thought to myself. “Relax your pussy,” Martin said in a low voice. My pus… I didn’t even finish the thought inside my mind. Instead my mouth dropped open and I cried out, “Aggggghhh…!”

Loud!

Martin pushed. Again. Again, I cried out. Louder!

My hole was being stretched like it had never been stretched before. Martin pushed except this time he didn’t stop pushing. As relaxed as I tried to be the pain was unbearable. The palms of my hand were now flat on Martins thighs, trying to push him back.

My fingers bending back as I tried to keep him from moving. My legs tried to close but he slid his hands behind my knees and pinned my knees down on either side of me. Spreading my legs wider.

My knees were now touching the mattress. Martin had me folded in half and with one final push that monster of a cock head was inside of me. The moment the head of his cock pushed in I could feel my hole sealing around the head of his cock. I was in pain. A lot of pain. Then just like that Martin stopped. He was absolutely still.

“Shhh… its ok baby,” Martin kept repeating over and over. “It’s ok.” My asshole was sounding so many alarms at once that I seriously thought I was going to pass out. The pain seemed to last forever. I lay there my mind still spinning uncontrollably. What was I doing? Why did I think I would enjoy this?? My pussy??? Janie telling me to relax and breathe. All these thoughts racing in my head at the same time.

Then slowly, very slowly the pain started to go down. I still ached but the sharp pain was slowly leaving. “Your pussy is really tight baby,” Martin whispered.

Tears rolling out of corner of my eyes all I could think was, fine. Fine! “My pussy hurts,” I whimpered softly in between sniffles. “My pussy hurts,” I whispered again. It was finally happening. The moment that I had craved for and dreaded all at the same time was happening. I opened my eyes looking up at Martins face and I was falling all over again.

He smiled and leaned down ever so gently so as not to move his cock. Martin kissed my nipple. Softly. Then he kissed the other one. My puffies were swollen now as I looked down to watch him suckle them. I had never seen them this swollen. Then with one gentle, slow push Martins cock inched in.

A deep groan escaped my mouth and my head tilted back as I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I was no longer in control of my responses.

Martin pushed in again and I again I groaned, louder. Again he pushed, again I groaned out loud. Then slowly he pulled back. I could feel his girth in my ass, excuse me, my pussy. Then just as the head of his cock was about to pop out of my opening he would stop. Then slowly start pushing back in. As soon as he started pushing back in I was like a cat trapped by someone trying to submerge it in water.

My arms were flailing and my hands would smack against Martins thighs. My legs would straighten at the knees pointing up to the ceiling. But it didn’t matter Martin was way stronger than me and he held my knees pinned to the mattress. His feet were pushing against the foot board giving him more leverage. As if he needed it. I wasn’t going anywhere.

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Warning: This story contains nonconsensual sex between twin brothers as well as words and other situations that some may find offensive. While I do not condone the nonconsensual sex depicted in this story, I do believe that a fictional setting is the proper place to explore the fantasy of loss of control. In real life, consent does not mean the absence of a no. Consent is the ongoing, unambiguous expression of yes. Behave accordingly.

*****

I entered the apartment I shared with my twin brother, Robert, and was on my way to my room when he stepped out of it wearing only a pair of jeans, his usual attire around the place. I was about to ask why he had been in there but thought better of it upon seeing the look on his face and rolled my eyes recognizing immediately that he was in another of his moods. We might have been twins but we were very different people. I, Roger, was gay, friendly and outgoing while he was straight, moody and reserved. My brother, for as much as I loved him, was an asshole at the best of times and an evil bastard the rest of the time. Despite that, I harbored a secret crush on him.

Like me, he was an athletic five feet eleven inches tall with green-hazel eyes. After that, our appearances differed. The dark brown hair that we each had was styled in a medium length, conservative cut on my head, while his hung just below his shoulders when not pulled up in a tight topknot. Each of his arms were covered with a sleeve of colorful tattoos and there were a few others on his chest and legs while my body was ink free. I kept my angular face clean-shaven while he sported a thick beard that hung down a few inches from his jaw line. We might have been twins but I thought Rob with his rough, hipster look was so much hotter than I was. He was the bad boy to my boy next door, and frequently the literal devil to my angel.

As I neared him, I stepped to one side to allow him to pass but he angled toward me. Trying again, I moved to the other side of the hall but he followed.

“What the fuck, Rob?” I all but yelled as he checked me hard with his shoulder.

I thought that would be the end of it, but he turned and fixed his narrowed eyes on me. Not afraid of a fight, I stood my ground as he stepped into my space. Even though we were brothers and each other’s best friend, we were no strangers to throwing fists at each other and as he glared at me, I balled my hands, prepared to raise them. Instead, he grabbed my wrists and used his body to push me against the wall. Pressed between his hard form and the sheetrock behind me I was too busy fighting against him to realize until after a few moments that he was gently humping his crotch against me. I tried to raise my hands to push him away but he easily held them down.

“What is wrong with you? What the fuck are you doing?” I asked as I struggled against him. Despite having a similar build, his surprise attack and the shock of his grinding had given him the upper hand and I couldn’t successfully fight him off as my mind struggled to make sense of what he was doing. “Rob? Come on, man. This isn’t funny.”

No response came.

I redoubled my struggles but it only succeeded in making my brother drive his hips harder against me. His chin moved to rest on my shoulder and I could hear and feel his hot breath against the side of my head. It was heavy and left him in a surprisingly slow regularity compared to my own short, shallow breathing. Zoning out slightly, I focused on his breathing to try to calm myself and think, however the only thing that ran through my mind was the fact that my brother, my twin brother, obviously had a purpose in mind that didn’t require my consent.

With no warning, he pulled me away from the wall and effortlessly rotated his body around me before pressing my face against the opposite wall in the hall. He held me there with one hand around my neck while I heard him opening his jeans behind me. I probably could have gotten away during that moment but I didn’t move both from shock and fear. Rob was they type of guy who didn’t let things go. If he wanted something, he’d get it. Part of me worried that he would follow me to even more violently finish the job, but a larger part of me feared that he would lie in wait until he could take me when I wasn’t on my guard, as he was doing now. The thought that I would have to live in a constant state of terror in my own home because of my brother’s desire saddened me.

I barely registered him spitting into his hand to lube his length just before he lowered my basketball shorts and boxers and pressed his cock against my hole. “Rob, man, not like this! Please!”

After lining himself up, his cock hurt like hell when it punched into me. I let out a groan from both the physical and emotional pain and my eyes watered as he pushed all the way into me without stopping. We had often talked to each other about sex so I knew his cock matched my own dimensions at a decent eight inches long with a girth that left a pussy gaping every bit as much as mine wrecked a sphincter. göztepe escort The pain of his fairly dry entry was compounded and prolonged as he immediately pulled back to start his fuck.

Again resting his chin on my shoulder, his breathing was slightly faster than before yet still infuriatingly calm against the side of my face as he thrust into me with only one purpose. He moved the hand on my neck around to the front and squeezed lightly in a show of dominance while his other wrapped tightly around my waist, owning me completely.

Still unable to fathom what possessed him to do this, I was at my brother’s mercy as he fucked me against the wall. Silent tears left my eyes from the discomfort in my ass as well as from the sadness at the fact that my twin brother was raping me. As I held back the emotion that threatened to take hold as best I could, I made no other sound in response to his purposeful thrusting. The sharp pain that continued to radiate out of my unprepared ass failed to elicit a response. And because of the way he had wrapped himself around me and because of the speed of his hips, even if I wanted to enjoy this and wanted to thrust back against him from even a minor amount of pleasure, I couldn’t. He had total control of me and I was at his mercy.

A prolonged, rumbling grunt was the first sound I’d heard from him and the only warning I received before I felt the warmth of his first shot enter me at the end of an especially hard thrust. Three more slams into me followed in quick succession before he buried himself and held still. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my passage as the warmth of his load spread through me. Rob remained inside me for some time catching his breath while I tried to come to terms with what had just happened.

My own brother, my twin, my best friend had just raped me. I didn’t know what I’d do next or where I’d go. I couldn’t afford to live anywhere else but couldn’t stay here with him. Would he do it again? Or would he pretend it never happened? I didn’t know how I’d trust him or even look at him again. There was no way I could meet his eyes and see in them either the dismissiveness of what just happened or the desire for it to happen again. The sadness and fear I had initially felt had disappeared and was replaced with numbness as I remained pressed between Rob and the wall just staring off into space comtemplating my future.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke his first words since I entered our apartment.

“Happy birthday, bitch.”

It took a moment for me to register the words. Slowly, my face twisted as I tried to understand what his raping me had to do with our birthday. Yes, our twenty-third birthday was the next day and we had planned to have a party that night to celebrate, but I couldn’t follow the logic. “Huh?”

Instead of answering, he pulled out and wiped his slimy cock on my ass before going to turn on the TV in the living room as if his fucking me against the wall and against my will were a normal, everyday occurrence.

Out of sorts and with my ass sore, I pulled up my own shorts and continued my interrupted journey to my room. As I stepped through the door, I saw that my journal was lying open on my bed. I went over intending to close it but as soon as I saw the entry, it all made sense.

15 March, 20xx

I came home early and saw Roger fucking his girlfriend against the wall in the kitchen. They didn’t see me so I stood and watched. I know he’s my twin brother but the guy is seriously hot. I can still see his hard bubble butt clenching and his big balls swinging between his legs with each thrust. He used her so hard. If I hadn’t heard them in his room before and hadn’t known that she was a screamer, I would have thought he was raping her from all the noise she made. Fuck, I wouldn’t mind him raping me with that big dick of his. I want him to use me just like that, make me his bitch. Just walk up to me one day, push me against the wall then fuck me without saying a word. Or come into my room one night after he gets home frustrated and horny and just pound me into the mattress. He’s always complaining that she won’t put out as much as he wants. If only he knew that he had someone willing to satisfy him in the room next to his.

I know it makes me a perv for thinking that, but I’d never actually try to mess around with him. I mean, for as long as I’ve thought about dropping to my knees for him and sucking his balls dry, I’d never do it. He’d probably kick my ass before I got my mouth on him. He’s open-minded, but I’m sure even he has his boundaries. All I can do is keep stroking my dick while he’s in his room fucking her imagining him on top of me. Maybe one day I’ll find a guy like him and be happy. But until then, I’ll just have to settle for my imagination.

“You fucking read my journal?” I yelled to Rob feeling more violated by that than by what he had done to me in the hall.

“Calm down.”

Startled, I turned to see him standing çorlu escort just inside my door. The waistband of his jeans was still open though he had partly raised the zipper allowing some of his untrimmed bush to be visible. Even through my emotions, I recognized how hot he was.

He continued, “Why do you think I wasn’t surprised when you came out? I’ve been reading that thing for years.”

I became fully pissed hearing that so I didn’t realize the importance of his admission. “And that makes it better?”

“I think it’s better than perving out over your brother,” he said with his infuriatingly calm voice sounding almost amused.

“It’s not as bad as fucking raping me, asshole!” I was slowly starting to feel all of my emotions and was going to blow spectacularly once the lingering numbness wore off.

Rob smirked as he slowly stepped toward me with his eyes locked onto and holding mine.

I shivered with the feeling of being stalked by an apex predator, and, despite my anger and lingering distress, I found it kind of sexy.

“What’s the saying? ‘You can’t rape the willing…'” His voice was still quiet but now held a husky tone that I’d heard him use on a number of girls over the years.

Unable to say anything to counter his statement, I bit my lips and blushed with embarrassment. His words also instantaneously diffused the unrestrained emotional outburst that had been building.

He gave a single nod seeing that he had me. “That’s what I thought. Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That you wanna be my bitch.” There was an edge to the smoothness of his voice that raised the hair on the back of my neck yet caused my dick to stir.

I glanced down as he moved a hand to palm his crotch. Through the denim it was obvious his dick was still slightly swollen. If he hadn’t just fucked me, I would’ve thought he was messing with me. His tone and the horny, slightly hopeful look on his face indicated that he was sincere. However, because I was still more than a little pissed by his violating me, both by raping me and reading my journal, I said, “Maybe at one time I did, but not anymore.”

“Come on, bro. You know you liked it.” He closed the remaining distance between us and placed his hands around my waist to pull me against him. His nose nuzzled my neck before he barely whispered, “You’ve been wanting this for years. That doesn’t just stop.”

I didn’t know how to respond and couldn’t even if I had the words as I felt him begin to grind is crotch against me. Despite the fact that he’d fucked me less than ten minutes ago, I could feel him hardening again. My mind ran a mile a minute as I processed everything. My twin brother had raped me because he had read my journal and knew that I wanted him and was now offering himself to me. I quickly corrected myself. Rob wasn’t offering himself to me, he was too alpha for that. He was putting the moves on me like I was already his bitch so he could get his cock serviced. As if to prove the point, I soon felt him move a hand to my shoulder and push down on it. I didn’t resist him, but trying to hide how much I actually wanted it, I slowly got to my knees and pulled down his zipper. As I began to reach into his fly to pull out his dick, he pushed me away making me fall onto my ass. The smug look on his face told me everything I needed to know before he said it.

“You sick son of a bitch. You fucking claim to be upset about me fucking your ass but dive right back in to get a mouthful of my dick. You know I own your ass now, right?”

Feeling understandably embarrassed, I nodded. I watched him pull out his half-hard dick expecting to be teased or even forced onto it so I was surprised when a stream of pungent piss hit me in the face. I sputtered and turned away. “What the fuck? Stop!”

Rob stopped his flow then walked over to me. Once within reach, he grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand and yanked my head back so I was facing upward at him, then the other hand quickly slapped my face. The contact was not hard enough to hurt but had enough force to get my attention. He then hurled out a glob of spit that impacted me on my top lip and ran into my mouth. Quietly but with authority, he said, “You seem to be forgetting that I’ve read your journals. I know every single depraved thing you’ve thought about me doing to you. I love you, bro, but some of that shit was really fucked up. Some of it was interesting and I tried it with a few chicks. Most of them weren’t into that stuff but, lucky for you, I found out that I was. So, shut the fuck up and be the sick fuck you are. Own that shit.”

With my secrets exposed and feeling ashamed, I didn’t fight him when he aimed his dick at my face again and resumed emptying his bladder.

“Stop wasting my piss and drink it,” he ordered. “And look at me while you do it.”

Humiliated, I met his eyes as I opened my mouth and began to drink his piss. It was the first time I had ever intentionally had piss in my mouth ümraniye escort and I swallowed hesitantly feeling thoroughly disgusted yet fearful of what he might do if I didn’t. However, the more I drank, the more I realized that my brother was right. If he was going to make me live out my journaled fantasies for his pleasure, there was no need for me to be shy about it, he already knew them. I needed to own it. Indeed, when his stream began to subside, I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked it dry of urine while I met his eyes without shame. I kept my lips on him and soon he was fully erect and thrusting into my mouth.

“Fuck, yeah. Suck my dick, you sick piece of shit. Perving out over your own goddamn brother. It was one thing to read about that shit but it’s another to find out that you really are a disgusting, incest-loving, cocksucker. Calm the fuck down with all that noise,” he yelled as he slapped my face again.

Rob had set up a fast pace fucking my face and was going deeper than I could comfortably accommodate him causing me to gag and choke. I made various sounds of protest as I tried to free myself but it only seemed to annoy him further and make him drive his hips harder and faster.

“I said shut the fuck up! Better get used to my dick ’cause I’m gonna use the fuck out of you, fucking faggot.”

Any other time I would have been offended by the term. However, on my knees being face fucked by my brother, I let out a moan of arousal knowing Rob was anything but homophobic. Not only had he come to my defense over the years, but he’d acted as protector for kids he didn’t even know when they were being bullied for being gay. I knew he used the epithet only because I had written more than once about wanting to be called that by him while he fucked me hard. Even as I fought against him, I hoped he’d say it more.

Rob was anything but gentle as he fucked my mouth, channeling the many entries in my journal. He seemed to revel in the sound of my gagging and more than once spit on my face as he slapped it with his hand or hard length. Even after the fact that he had literally raped me, I was surprised by the violence and vitriol he spewed and how naturally it came to him.

“You wanna choke on my dick, Roger? You fucking wrote about it enough, that is when you weren’t talking about all the guys you sucked off and wanted to suck off in school, fucking cocksucker. Any of them give it to you like you wanted? Probably not. They weren’t your twin brother, you sick fuck! But that’s okay. It might have taken me a few years to get here, but I’ll fucking choke you, motherfucker. Fucking shove my dick right down your throat.” He pulled out then hocked a thick loogie onto my face before ramming his cock back inside my mouth as if he could force it into my stomach. When I flailed my arms and pushed against him from the pain in my throat and being unable to breathe, he smacked my face but didn’t let up. “That’s what you want, isn’t? You like that, bitch boy? Ya know what? I really don’t give a shit. I love it. Go ahead and turn blue, faggot. I hope you pass the fuck out so I can fuck your throat without all this noise.”

Even though I fought against him, I was beginning to appreciate that he knew the contents of my journal as he degraded me. I’d fantasized about being used roughly for some time, by anyone as well as by him, but because I generally topped, I had yet to meet a partner who I thought would be effective at it, let alone one I was comfortable enough with to allow me to make the admission. It took me a bit to recognize that my brother was giving me the opportunity to explore this side of myself in a safe space, even though his words and actions could inflict some serious physical and psychological damage. It might have been just a blowjob, but he exceeded my expectations. He used a seemingly unending stream of fuck words and insults as he used my mouth. I loved that I could feel the wetness of our spit dripping off my face. There was a decent amount of pain in my head from how tightly he gripped my hair and from how hard he abused the inside and outside of my mouth with his dick. It all went to my own neglected dick making me harder than I’d been in ages.

“Oh, shit. Gonna come. Gonna fucking cum.” His thrusting grew even more rough as he moved toward his orgasm.

I prepared myself as best I could to swallow his load, expecting him to shove his cock back down my throat when the time came. Instead, just as the first spurt left him, he pulled out and, without touching it himself, let his cock shoot onto my face. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his hot ball juice where it landed on my face.

“What the fuck are you doing, cocksucker?” he yelled. “Get that shit! Eat my fucking cum!”

I stuck out my tongue and angled my head trying to catch his load as he continued to hold my hair keeping me just far enough away from touching his dick. I succeeded in catching some of it on my tongue but most of it ended up on my face, trailed down his cock, or ended up on one of his feet. When he finally stopped pushing out cum, I surveyed what I could of the scene and was surprised by how large his load was considering he had cum in my ass less than an hour before. Thinking we were finished, I lowered my head as I prepared to stand, but he yanked my hair back hard forcing my face upward again so he could spit on me.

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This new stranger, that now stood so quietly behind me, had just locked my door. This ensured his complete uninterrupted privacy with me, as my cock and balls hung helplessly into the wall’s glory hole. Pressed tight against the wall and strapped in by my wide spread ankles, my wrists strapped above by head, a large very tight strap around my waist and a strap around my neck, I just stood there panicking. While waiting for the guy behind me to make his move, in the next booth someone began sucking my tender cock.

Even though I had just come twice, my sore cock was responding to his soft oral manipulations. I could feel my captive 10 inch cock start to fill with blood, even though the sides and especially the tip were very tender. I’m sure, that as tight as my cock and balls were pressed into the hole, that he must have thought I was begging for a blow job.

The guy behind stood completely motionless, not speaking a word, but I could feel his stare bore onto my exposed nude body and wide open just fucked ass. I finally felt both his hands touch my waist as they slid up my torso towards my underarms. At first it felt kind of good, but once he had reached my armpits, he grabbed the underarm hair of both armpits in each of his hands and pulled it hard in his fists. The immediate pain caused my hips to lurch forward into the hole, mistakeingly signaling my new cock sucker that I wanted him to swallow some more dick. He took this cue as I expected and started gobbling up a good 5 or 6 inches of my now completely swollen cock.

The guy behind me finally said, “So faggot, you like it rough huh?”

As he tugged roughly on my under arm hairs, the pain caused my hips to thrust all the way forward into the hole, jabbing another inch or two into the cock sucker’s mouth. I could hear him gag aloud from the oral assault I was making into his throat.

“I can tell by the bite marks on your neck and back that you really like it rough. Well if that’s your thing, it’s your lucky day, cause I like it rough too. I’m gonna give you just what you’re advertising for and more. I don’t know how you managed to strap yourself to that wall, but I’ll test those straps to the limit for you,” he hissed at me.

With my mouth gagged, and full of God knows whose underwear, I couldn’t even mumble a single word. My face had been turned to the right and was pressed so tight to the wall from the strap around my neck, that I couldn’t even see his face. I struggled to shake my head “no” from left to right, but the strap around my neck wouldn’t budge an inch. I was just praying now that this guy wasn’t some kind of a sadist pervert that really thought I liked pain.

Just then I felt a hard swat across my bare ass with the flat of his palm. It was loud and it stung like a hornet. I’m sure anybody outside the booth could hear the loud pop it made on my ass. The noise didn’t seem to bother him at all. As I flinched and squirmed from the first blow, he seemed happily encouraged, I guess he misinterpreted my struggling as pleasure.

“Oh yea, that’s my little faggot. You like that ass spanked hard huh?” he spoke sounding pleased.

With that comment, he started raining down swats on my tender bottom. He alternated on my cheeks, slowly taking his time in the semi dark room to ensure each blow landed squarely and made perfect contact. He would softly lay his hand on a cheek, kind of rub it around for a few seconds to position it or feel the texture of my skin with his palm, then draw his hand back quickly and swat me firmly.

He went from one cheek to the other, maybe giving a dozen blows to each. As my ass stung more and more after each swat, I’m sure it tuzla escort was glowing a bright red by now. Tears were forming in my eyes and I finally fell into a full uncontrolled sobbing cry behind the underwear in my mouth.

The only part of my body that could move even an inch away from his assault was my hips and ass, so I’m sure the cock sucker on the other side thought I was loving his blow job. When he would draw back to swat my ass, I would tighten my cheeks as hard as I could and jam my pelvis deeper into the hole, trying to escape or delay the inevitable pain to my ass cheeks. Even though my cock was rock hard, it was also getting kind of numb and I was getting the feeling that I wouldn’t be able to cum again no matter how good it got sucked on. The pain to my butt cheeks was incredibly distracting.

Pleased with his spanking performance, and my misinterpreted reactions, he finally relented and with both of his hands started pinching my cheeks as hard as he could. Over and over he took his index fingers and thumbs while squeezing as hard as he could, moving to new spots every couple of seconds. Now the tears really started to flow as he took hunks of my cheek’s flesh and twisted the meat brutally. The more I shook and convulsed, the more he presumed I liked it hard.

“Damn bitch, you really are a freak. I never met anybody that liked it as rough as you do. Don’t worry though, I got something special in mind for that ass,” he taunted me.

All I could think was, “Couldn’t he tell I don’t like this at all, how dumb was he?”

That noise that the doctor makes when he pulls on those latex gloves, that stretching, that popping and that snapping noise he makes while adjusting the fit, well that’s what I heard next. I had no idea why he thought he was going to need a pair of gloves for, as I was just glad the spanking and pinching had stopped.

“Yea, I got something real special for you faggot. Have you ever been fisted?” he whispered.

“Surely he couldn’t mean he was going to try to put his hand in my ass,” I thought.

Next what felt what was like ice cold lotion, probably because my ass was so red and hot from the spanking, was being poured into the crack of my ass. I then felt him start to smear it around the insides of my ass cheeks and right onto my tender puckered ass hole.

“You’re going to love this sissy boy. I’m going to abuse that ass the way you always prayed a man would abuse it. You’re tight little hole is going to be so full of my fist, that you’re going to cum as hard as you ever have cum in your life for me,” he tormented me.

I completely panicked now, squirming and thrusting the only part of my body that could move even an inch, as my hips ground my cock deeper into the glory hole. The cock sucker must have taken this as a signal that I needed more action than his mouth could provide me as he momentarily stopped sucking. After I felt him release his lips on my swollen cock it was just seconds later that he was trying to impale his very tight warm lubricated ass hole on it.

He was really struggling to take it. I felt him poke in a couple of inches and then immediately pull off, only to start over again as he tried to get acclimated to my thickness. Again and again, he would try to stuff it up his tight ass only to pull off and gather his courage for another attempt.

After several attempts, he finally got a good 5 inches up his ass and just kind of remained still, adjusting to my 10 inch hard cock halfway in him. I felt him start to move back and forth very slowly, each time gobbling up another half an inch or so. My cock pendik escort was so numb that I really couldn’t feel much, but it did kind of take my mind off the guy behind me.

Just then I felt the guy behind me insert all four of his fingers and start his ascent up my asshole. At first he just massaged my opening softly almost being a little considerate of my pain, but within a minute I felt him withdraw and reinsert, this time with his thumb too. As he slowly twisted his thumb and fingers in deeper, my ass hole gradually opened up and accepted his invasion.

Believe it or not, it really felt pretty good, as I was totally surprised myself. When he got up to his knuckles I felt a lot of resistance and pressure, but he just kept twisting and grinding that hand, going deeper every second.

“Open up bitch, let me get in there and stuff that hole right. You know you want it,” he taunted me.

The guy in the other booth had made a lot of progress on my cock. By now he had stuffed a solid 8 inches up his smooth hot ass and was wriggling around trying to get the rest in. He seemed happy with what he had ingested in his ass so far and started a steady rhythmic pumping up and down on my desensitized but rock hard cock. I pressed my cock hard into the hole trying to escape the inevitable assault on my ass to no avail.

Behind me, the pressure on my ass hole was becoming incredibly strong. I wondered if this was physically possible or if it would ruin me for life. He just kept twisting his hand around, but it didn’t seem like it would go in.

“Relax faggot, once I get it past the knuckles my fist will taper down to my wrist and you will absolutely love it,” he almost ordered me.

With that, he slapped my ass really hard one time with his other hand and I jerked involuntarily onto his thick fist. As it popped into my ass, my sphincter muscle just clamped down and gobbled up his fist all the way to his wrist. Stars came to my closed eyes as I fought through the initial realization and pain that I had a strangers entire fist up my ass.

Thank God he didn’t move for a few seconds while I tried to adjust and relax on his fist. When he finally started some movement again, it was like a very slow twisting of his entire fist. He would turn it clockwise about an inch or so and then go counterclockwise back to it’s original position. Very slowly and very gently, he just wrenched his fist around the inside walls of my guts. I could feel his large protruding knuckles scrape over the sensitive walls inside my rectum. Every couple of revolutions he would increase the amount his fist turned, allowing me to adjust on his manipulations.

The guy on the other side of the wall had just now finally managed to take my entire cock up his ass. He just pressed his ass hard against the wall and ground his cheeks onto the smooth plywood hole, sometimes kind of smashing my balls in the process. Once he tired of the grinding, he started some long deep thrusts up and down my cock.

He was getting the fucking he wanted and I had no say so about it. Every couple of pumps on my cock, he would use his deepest downstroke, and he would squash my balls sending a jolt of pain through my body. Even with the pain in my balls, I knew I was getting ready to cum again.

The guy behind me was adding some depth now to his grinding fist. On every twist of his fist he seemed like he was trying to push it in a little deeper. Since his fist was in palm side up, I felt those hard knuckles rubbing over my prostate and I was getting that itchy feeling in my balls.

“You’re doing real good faggot. maltepe escort It’s a solid inch past my wrist now and your ass is begging for more huh?” he teased me.

Now he stopped the twisting and just started thrusting back and forth an inch or so. He drew his fist back far enough so that it was almost at the point of his knuckles being expelled. He was making me suffer on the thickest part of his fist on purpose. He was using the knuckled part of his hand to stretch my sphincter muscle as wide as he could. No was longer concentrating on the twisting or depth, he just focused on opening my ring as wide as he could. He fucked my ass slowly and methodically, while it seemed almost like he was trying to see how big he could make my hole open.

That’s when I really started to like it. My ass was now relaxed and every time those knuckles stretched my ring open I grunted silently into my underwear stuffed mouth. Short little two to three inch jabs, demonstrating the girth of his fist inside my ring was what I liked. I loved the feeling of being stretched open and accepting his assault. I felt myself trying to push my ass back farther and hoping he would go faster.

“That’s my boy. I got you now. I’m going to make you cum like the little bitch you are,” he growled dominantly at me. “Cum on that fist for your Daddy.”

I heard the guy riding my cock start to moan as he went faster and deeper on my swollen tool. I knew he was cumming on my cock by his jerky movements and his groaning. All the sudden I started to spasm in my ass. Contractions deep inside my bowels were so intense that I couldn’t hold back any longer. As he rammed the widest part of his fist as fast as he could in short steady strokes, I started cumming in my ass and out of my cock at the same time.

My cock blew so hard, and my ass contracted so strong, that I blew at least ten squirts of juice up that ass. After he had cum, he rode my cock slowly til he politely assumed I was finished and then just stood still on it for a moment. As my cock started to soften, I felt him pull off of it and it felt good to be released from that tight ass.

I was now so tender, I didn’t want anyone to touch my aching cock right now. I felt the guy on the other side of the booth take a soft towel or a handkerchief and both lovingly and appreciatively clean my spent tender cock. I’m glad he was finally finished cause my balls were so sore from his banging them into the wall.

The guy behind me had tired from his vigorous fist fucking and now pulled his fist out roughly with a loud plop. Probably twenty minutes had gone by and I think he was exhausted from the hard work. He had made me cum like he said he would and was very proud of himself.

“Told you I knew what that hungry faggot ass needed. You never been fucked like that before have you?” He boasted.

My ass hole felt so wide open, like the muscles in my sphincter weren’t closing up yet. I swear, I could almost feel cool air up inside me. Fearing he was leaving without letting me down, I started squirming against the restraints hoping to signal my desire to be released. He totally misread my attempts at pleading for release from these straps.

“No sissy boy, no more today. I’m going to leave a couple of extra gloves on the seat here with my lotion. Maybe somebody else can take over. I’m tired and I really need to get home. Have fun faggot,” he said.

As I squirmed against the wall fearing he would leave without releasing me he stopped and wrote something else on my back with an ink pen. Under my other message he wrote, “I love to be fist fucked.”

About the same time my fist fucker left, I heard the guy in the other booth unlatch his door and leave. It wasn’t thirty seconds before my door latched shut again and I felt another new stranger standing behind me. As I stood motionless against the wall, every muscle in my body aching especially my ass and cock, I heard the adjoining booth door open and lock close again.

To be continued…

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It all started with the illustrated article from a nature magazine on primate intercourse that I received at home in a manila envelope in the mail—no return address. There wasn’t any explanation for why I received it either. An article, with photos of monkeys, baboons, and gorillas doing it. It showed that they did it pretty much like we did it, so we haven’t evolved all that much. The larger the apes the more into it they seemed to be, though, and the more control they established over their partner. I held the article for a couple of days, thinking I’d get some sort of explanation for it or I’d find it had been misdelivered, but there was no follow up, so I just tossed it.

That was a Monday. Thursday was my evening at the gym near the Charlotte Motor Speedway, where I spent a good deal of my time. That was my home base. I traveled a circuit from Atlanta in the south to Dover, Delaware, in the north, but I trained in Charlotte and had my house here. I owned a log cabin near enough to Lake Norman southeast of town for me to get to the speedboat I had moored there in under a half hour but not close enough to the water that I’d have to have a million-dollar house. I was a modified stockcar race driver. I was built for it—small, lithe body. That was the easy part. I had to remain flexible too to fit in the cars and to be able to enter and exit them quickly. That’s where the gym came in. I was continuing working out to remain slim and limber.

Jason Hall was slim and limber too. He was a college kid on a sports scholarship to the University of North Carolina in Charlotte and had qualified for the U.S. Olympic fencing team. Fencing was his ticket to a college education, so, like I did, he spent a lot of time at The Stable, a serious men’s gym not far from the speedway and owned by a sponsor of the Charlotte Colts semipro football team. Most of the guys on the football team worked out here too, as the team sponsor gave them free access to the gym. Thus guys like me—and Jason—had the added benefit of being around a lot of randy beef cake while we fought to keep our bodies flexible for our jobs. I liked the landscape of that, and I was pretty sure that Jason Hall liked the landscape of that too.

That’s why I was not in the best frame of mind on Thursday when I thought I was seeing Vince Turner, a running back for the Colts who I lusted after, putting the moves on Jason while he was spotting the college kid. Jason certainly thought that’s what was happening and wasn’t doing anything to fend him off.

I’d been cultivating Vince myself for several weeks, trying to let him know I was available. He was a hunk and a half—a blond Nordic type with strong legs, a great body, a Samson mane of curly hair, and a fine smile. He was a star on the team, rumored to be heading for the Miami Dolphins next year, and, to put it bluntly, I wanted to be laid by him before he left. It’d seen him in the showers and he had everything I wanted to have and hadn’t gotten since the pit stop boss I’d been laying under had split and gone to work at the Richmond track. And here he was sniffing around Jason while spotting him on the bench press.

But first impressions were sometimes misleading. He looked over to me and smiled and called out something. I didn’t hear what he said, so he repeated, louder, “Get a load of Enzo over there, Matt.”

I looked across the gym floor to see that the Colts defensive tackle, Enzo Fava, was entertaining some of the guys by doing his ape routine. He was Italian, olive skinned, but one of the hairiest men I’d ever seen. He also was massive, solidly built, bowlegged, and his muscular arms seemed long for his torso. When he hunched over and hopped around on his feet, as he was doing just now, he was downright apian. He was making monkey noises to go with the act. My mind immediately went to the article on the apes breeding that had mysteriously appeared in my mailbox two days earlier.

Vince kept the image in my mind at that point because he suddenly was beside me, an arm going around my shoulders, and was commenting between laughs, “How’d you like to be fucked by something like that?”

I turned my face to him, appreciating that he had come over to me and left Jason, and aroused to hear him talking about sex when I’d had many a pleasant moment thinking of having sex with Vince. He’d even hinted at that before, telling me now and again that he’d like to take me home, without getting explicit maltepe escort about what we’d do there. But the look he’d give me when he said it gave me ideas of what he was suggesting and sent shivers up my spine.

He was giving me that look now.

“What you say to knocking off early this evening and coming over to my place for a beer?” he said.

I looked him straight back in the eyes and said, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“You sure?” he asked, his hand going to one of my butt cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m quite sure,” I answered.

* * * *

I’d never done it this way before and it was sending me over the moon. Vince was standing, crouched, in the center of his bedroom, taking both his weight and mine on his strong thigh and calve muscles as he held me, fists gripping my wrists, my torso cantilevered out from his pelvis, my legs streaming back over his hips, my ankles crossed, and the palms of my hands gripping the back of a straight chair. He was inside me, thick and long, and making short thrusts, rubbing his shaft against my channel walls, punishing my prostate. Mouth slack in a grimace of pain-pleasure, completely overwhelmed with the demanding position and the novelty of it, I panted and groaned. He was grunting happily, complimenting me on my flexibility, on the perfect proportions and size of my body that fit his indulgence in unique, demanding fuck positions.

He tensed, stopped the thrusts momentarily, panting heavily. I heard a muttered, “Here it comes.” Another couple of jabs up inside me, and he released his cum with a snort and a long sigh. I was gently lowered to the floor and lay there, turning onto a side and watching, as he went over to his bureau, patted a cigarette out of a pack, lit up, took a drag, and then looked down at me.

“Your workouts have done you well. You’ve got great flexibility. A good lay. Charlie was right.”

Charlie, the pit boss who had wandered off to Richmond after revving me up and letting me loose. In some ways Charlotte was a small town. Everyone must know everyone else’s business, especially in a small, tight community of sportsmen fucking sportsmen. When a guy good at subbing came along, did all of the power tops in town just pass him around, I wondered. Vince didn’t now make me stop wondering that.

“You do it with a lot of the guys at the gym yet?” he asked. “Do they know what a good lay you are? The guys on the football team who are into guys have talked about wanting to get into you, but I haven’t heard any of them crowing about having scored yet.”

“No, not guys from the gym,” I answered, looking up at him from the floor. He had the body of a god, standing there like he was, nonchalantly leaning on the bureau and taking drags from his cigarette. He was solid and muscular, as a football running back would be expected to be. Thick everywhere. Everywhere. Hung like a horse. “Just you. And you’re enough. I’m satisfied.”

“Not yet, you’re not,” he answered with something between a grin and a sneer. “Not nearly enough yet. I know Enzo hasn’t had you yet. Because he whines over how much he wants to fuck you.”

“Enzo? The hairy Italian.”

“Yeah, Enzo. You got a thing against hairy men?”

“Not ones built like Enzo,” I answered.

“You caught his gorilla act at the gym this evening, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, sure. You pointed it out to me.”

“You ever thought about a gorilla fuck before.”

“I’m thinking about another Vincent Turner fuck now,” I answered. I wasn’t the only one thinking of it too, I could see. He was erect again. And then, with a sly smile he was on me again, after stubbing out his cigarette in a dish on his bureau top.

I went on my back and elbows on the floor, spreading and bending my legs, and lifting my buttocks and rolling up my pelvis to receive him going on his knees between my thighs. But he didn’t want anything as basic as a missionary fuck. Instead of going on his knees, he, first, grasped my ankles and pulled me up to where only my elbows were on the carpet. Then he pulled around to where my knees faced his torso. “Put your legs into the splits,” he growled, as his hands moved down to grasp my buttocks. I did as he commanded and felt his bulb at my hole. Squeezing my buttocks, he lifted me up and pressed down with his cock at the same time, penetrating me again, going deep, and, once again, going into the manavgat escort rhythm of the athletic fuck.

I didn’t think again about what Vince had said about a gorilla fuck or of Enzo Fava, the Colts’ dark, hunky, and hairy defensive tackle. Vince had fucked me royally, and he’d said he wanted me again. He said that I’d be his victory lap after that Saturday’s football game. All weekend all I could think of was Vince and what exotic fuck position he’d put me in next.

The Colts lost their Saturday game, though, and the coach had laid on extra practices. Vince had dropped a couple of passes, so I knew he was sweating bricks in practice and probably wouldn’t be interested in me again until Thursday in the gym. Enzo had had a few great plays in the loss, but all I could think of was Vince’s dick and the next time he had an inventive way of fucking me with it.

Thus, I was taken completely surprise by the manila envelope—again with no return address—that arrived in my mail on Monday. Photos this time. Not an article, but glossy copies of photos. I immediately saw the resemblance to a gorilla. The photos were of Enzo—naked, hairy, muscular and in gigantic erection and primitive fuck positions. He had the college fencer, Jason Hall, in various Godzilla complete control positions and obviously was fucking the stuffing out of the little guy. Jason looked totally wiped out, but he also had the expression on his face of having been completely dominated and taken to heaven.

If this was a signal to me. It worked. I moaned, went hard, and went straight to the bedroom to masturbate myself to release.

* * * *

Of course this was a signal to me, I decided. Enzo Fava wanted to be a gorilla for me. He’d had Jason Hall and he still wanted me. So, I could stop being jealous of Jason. And Vince Turner wasn’t a consideration. Vince obviously was in on Enzo having me, as he’d brought having sex with his hairy teammate to my attention. He obviously didn’t care if I let Enzo lay me. All I had to consider now was whether I wanted Enzo manhandling me—or “gorillaing” me, I guess.

What a question. Enzo was a hunk and a half. And I liked hairy men. He took that a bit too extreme but his body otherwise and his great cock made for a perfect package.

The question was whether I could wait for Thursday, which was the next night I was going to the gym. And what if he wasn’t there on Thursday? And what if both of them were there—Enzo and Vince—and both wanted to screw me? Would it be one after the other or could I take two hung hunks at the same time? Would they want to share me? I’d done doubles before but not with two guys who both were hung. I decided I’d just have to cool it until then and when I got to the gym take it from there.

I climbed off my bed, pulled on a pair of athletic shorts, and padded downstairs. Saturday’s Colts game had been run on the local TV station. I hadn’t been home to watch it—and I didn’t go to the game itself—as we had a full day of races at the track. But I had recorded it. I got a beer from the refrigerator and settled down on the couch to watch the game. I picked out Vincent and Enzo whenever I could, pulled out my dick, and played with it while I watched them on the field. I didn’t have any trouble imagining either one of them manhandling me. Their satiny pants were tight over their muscular legs and glutes and across their jock cups. I could see that Enzo wasn’t having the best of days in terms of missed tackles and a few penalties—but he still looked sexy as hell doing what he did. The material was tight, tight, tight, across his butt. The cheeks were big and rounded. I wondered if there was extra padding there.

The grunting of the men on the field, as conveyed by the TV, started to come at me in stereo. I muted the sound on the TV out of curiosity and I still heard grunting sounds—apelike sounds. I turned my face toward the French doors out into the garden and then laughed.

He was there. Enzo Fava, naked, hulky and hunky and hairy, was crouched over outside my window, dragging his knuckles on the flagstones of the patio, and giving me a gorilla impression. His big dick, sticking out of the black, curly matting of his pubes, was hard in erection. I laughed and got up from the sofa and turned toward the window. He was gone, but I knew he just wanted to lure me outside. I wanted him to lure me outside.

When şişli escort I went out onto the patio, there he was, in the dense foliage of the back corner of my garden, which was fenced with bamboo stalks, carpeted with ivy, and with the spiked leaves of semitropical plantings. He had peeled a banana and was eating it—making the impression that he was eating a cock. He gave me a grin, and as I turned and started walking away from him, he gave a high-pitched gorilla-like cry, threw the banana aside, and started loping toward me. I loped around the house myself, passing Vincent at the edge of the driveway as I rounded the front of the house. He too was grinning. He too was naked and erect.

I let Enzo catch and cover me when I’d gotten around to the garden again. He enveloped me in his arms and gathered me into his hairy chest. My athletic shorts slid off my legs. I fought him, as I knew he wanted me to, struggling within his powerful grasp and covering body. Both of us knew there really wasn’t any use my struggling, but we both knew it was a game. He’d gone to great lengths to role play the gorilla with me, and I let the game play out of him manipulating my body at will and having his way with me.

I was basically on all fours in the ferns, with him all over and on top of me, pulling me back into his body whenever I tried to break away and hugging me and giving me sloppy kisses in the hollow of my neck. When I felt him go into position and enter me and plow his dick up my channel and hold, with it throbbing there, I went docile for him. When I was quiet, buried within his grasp, he started to slow pump me. He only continued this long enough for the acceptance of the fuck to be established, though, when he started playing with me—putting my body into all of the controlling, flexible, submissive positions I’d seen in the photos I’d received that he’d put Jason into. It was a lesson not only in how flexible I was but in how many exotic positions a gorilla like Enzo could put me in while still being in the saddle with his dick up my ass.

It was also a lesson that I was to be completely submissive for him.

I wasn’t quite Jason, though. I had my ways too. When Enzo came, he was on his back in the ferns, his arms and legs spread, his knees bent, and me on top of him, riding his cock. When Vince at last got into the act himself, pulling me off Enzo and standing there, over Enzo’s panting body, and bully fucking me in a standing position, with me draped in front of his body, my arms trapped in a full Nelson, my legs hooked on his hips, the tops of my feet rubbing his meaty calves, and his pelvis thrusting his cock up inside my ass again and again, Enzo just looked up at us with slitted eyes.

We lay there, side by side, on our backs in the foliage, panting and moaning low.

“You know you don’t have to play these games to have me,” I said. “Either one of you. You can have me anytime you want. You can do me together if you want.”

There was silence other than the heavy breathing and Enzo making low grunting sounds as though he was still taken with the role as a gorilla.

“In fact if you want to take me upstairs now and—”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” they said together in stereo, as they both sat up and turned and reached for me.

I made sounds like a monkey in heat as Enzo climbed the stairs to my bedroom, with me slung over his shoulder and Vince followed close behind.

And, yeah, they were willing to share me, and, yeah, even as hung as they both were I could take both of them working their shafts inside me at the same time.

* * * *

Enzo was on his back on the bed, holding my waist between his hands, as, straddled on his pelvis, taking all of his cock inside me, I rode him in a cowboy, swaying back and forth and side to side on his big shaft. But then he was holding me immobile on top of him and pulling me forward, rolling my buttocks up.

And Vince was in back of me, fingering the root of Enzo’s cock inside me, pressing his fingers in, creating room for him. I moaned, knowing what was coming.

And then it came. Vince was replacing his fingers with the bulb of his cock, pressing in, on top of Enzo’s buried shaft. We were all breathing hard and groaning, me more than the other two. I was working hard to accommodate both shafts, willing my channel to open to them, to spread and taking them.

Vince wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me back into his chest, burying his face into my neck. Enzo grabbed my waist again between his hands, holding me steady, beginning to slow pump me. Vince joined in that, taking another rhythm of his pumping.

I fought to relax, to let them have their way with me, to take two huge cocks at once.

Oh, yeah, I could take them both.

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A school trip to New Caledonia worked out a lot more exciting than I thought. Our hotel room mates had been sorted weeks ago and I was quite excited because my friend and I got to share a room, just the two of us.

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After arriving at our hotel, the 30º heat was really getting to us so we crossed the road and went to the beach for a long needed afternoon swim. The water was so clear and beautiful, nothing like what we have at home. But after an hour or so, my room mate Jake decided to go back and shower etc. I said that I would be up in 10 minutes or so. So as he went back to the hotel, I continued playing around in the water with a few of the girls in our group.

We all decided to get out not long after and reside to our respective rooms. I opened the door to our hotel room and Jake was still in the shower. I was dry but cold and wished he would hurry up, so I decided to use one of the other rooms’ showers. As I walked out of our room, I caught a glimpse through the considerably large crack in the open bathroom door. There izmir escort was Jake, on the floor of the shower with water running over his chest, his legs spread wide in the air and two fingers were thrusting in and out of his cute white arse, his other hand jerking his cock.

I was slightly shocked at first, not thinking that he would be the kind of guy to do that. But as I looked a little closer, I was getting highly aroused. I just had to do something! I went back and dropped my stuff on the bed, getting undressed but keeping my underwear on, not that it hid much of my hard cock. I walked back to the bathroom and just walked in, as if on accident. I acted shocked to see Jake on the floor of the shower playing with himself, even though deep down I was extremely turned on. And I pretended to stumble over my words, and pathetically apologise, all the while Jake’s still got his fingers in his arse, saying not to worry, but just don’t tell anyone.

I thought to myself that I could use kahramanmaraş escort this to my advantage. “I won’t tell anybody if you don’t Jake”, I said, and he looked confused. I kept my underwear on and just got into the shower with him as my heart began to race. I bent down and kissed him, running my hands over his chest and then I lifted him up, pushing him to the corner as we made out. His warm, wet body against mine. I removed my underwear and our hard cocks met each other, as if they too were making out.

Both of us having never done anything with another guy before, were quite nervous, but we continued as quietly as possible. Suddenly, I find myself being pushed down to take his cock in my mouth. As I get eye level with it, I now realise how big it is. At least 9 inch, about the same as mine. I begin with a slow hand job as I take his balls, sucking them into my mouth and a moan escapes his sweet lips. I take the head slowly into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste manavgat escort of my first cock. I get about 4 inches into my mouth and just about gag, but I’m determined to take more. I push myself further onto his cock and get another 3 inch before it feels like it’s in my stomach. The feeling is wonderful though. After a few minutes of sucking him off, his breathing begins to get faster and I can tell he’s nearing the edge. I don’t want him to come though, I have other plans.

I stop sucking him and he looks disappointed, but I reassure him that I will let him come, just not yet. We kiss again, before he gets down and returns the favour. Taking my rock hard cock into his mouth, his first cock and my first male. I can instantly feel that he knows what he’s doing, and he mimics what I did to him, taking as much as he can down his throat and sucking it gently. Then he takes my balls into his mouth and gives me a fast hand job, before going back to my cock, licking from the space between my arse and my balls, right up to the head of my cock before engulfing it in his mouth. I hold his head and begin to face fuck him and he starts to moan and hum, sending shivers through my cock. I’m nearing orgasm, and he continues. As I come, he takes as much of my cock as he can, shooting my seed right down his throat as he looks into my eyes.

And I thought he was sweet and innocent. But there is more to come…

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The air conditioner rattled and hummed in the tropical air, but inside the office at the top of the iron staircase it felt as if it was doing nothing but stirring the humidity around. If there was any coolness, it came more from the big ceiling fan that whirled and clacked in the centre of the ceiling.

Luca sat back in his office chair under the fan and smiled as he wiped sweat from his forehead and his muscular, almost hairless chest with a hand towel. He was wearing only a pair of loose, lightweight cotton shorts. The longer he stayed in Africa the less he wore. Now, after five months of running his employer, Oscar Riddleman’s, tobacco-processing factory in Cameroon, he would have to go completely naked if he wanted to wear less. And at home he did, but this was work.

Towel in hand Luca got up and looked out of the side window, seeing below him the busy floor of the open-sided factory shed where the young men and women were working rolling cigars. From above most of them looked as if they were barely more than children. And seated as they were in rows at long benches, bent over their work, with their fingers flying over the tobacco leaves they were wrapping, they might have been students studying hard. So much for the rolling of cigars against the sweaty thighs of muscular young black men, he thought, remembering his first meeting with Riddleman with a smile.

As soon as they met, Luca had a good idea that his potential employer, Oscar Riddleman, was interested in more than his knowledge of tobacco processing and cigar manufacture, even though that was extensive, or his management skills.

Sure Luca knew cigars like few other men did, and his were very unusual management skills, but still there was something in Riddleman’s eyes that said even more was wanted. Well, Luca had no objection to that. Riddleman was a powerful and well-built man who liked control and wealth, and giving men like him what they wanted had never hurt Luca. In fact, it had helped him to climb from being a lazy, good-looking student in high school to being quite a wealthy man in his own right. If it had seen him escaping over back roads in the dead of night from several small South American countries, well, such was life. It had got him here, and with this new job he might end up doing for Riddleman, in Africa, he would become even richer.

“So you don’t object to something that is downright illegal then,” Riddleman asked twirling a cigar between his fingers as he stood leaning on the mantle of the marble fireplace in the ground floor drawing room of his home.

“Shall we say, I’m versatile?” Luca replied giving Riddleman a bedroom smile.

Legal was a word that didn’t really mean much to Luca who did whatever seemed like a good way to make money and get him what he wanted from life. But he had always been fascinated by tobacco and cigars, and he had some good experience in the associated business of cigarette-tobacco selection and grading.

“Do you think you can handle the machinery? This is Africa. The locals in the factory wont have a clue, and there’s no service guy waiting up the road on the end of the phone to help you.”

“I will manage,” Luca replied dropping the bedroom look. He had taken a few bad steps in his time and had learnt to be resourceful. He did whatever it took to survive and prosper. “In Panama I kept the cigar machines going for six months during the trouble. I can be very resourceful Oscar. I have worked in many places that are not peaceful and quiet like this Virginia of yours, and where the workers hardly know what electricity is, let alone machinery.”

“That’s why you are here Luca,” Riddleman said looking at him and moving over to sit in the chair opposite the one Luca was sprawled back in. “I have asked around,” he added.

Luca wondered who he had been talking to, but decided thinking about it was pointless. “What I can do is useless if your contacts are not good,” he responded instead, annoyed to be the only one having to prove anything. “This money you say we will make, is going to depend on you having good contacts, and the police and customs being taken care of.”

“Don’t trouble yourself Luca, that side is dealt with. I can sell whatever my factory can make with you running it,” Riddleman said firmly

Now Riddleman was sitting opposite Luca, leaning back in his overstuffed leather chair with his legs spread wide, and he asked him, “So you think you can give me whatever I want?” while twisting a fresh cigar between his lips to wet the end of it.

“I know I can,” Luca had replied, smiling, and then he was kneeling between Riddleman’s spread thighs and reaching for his zip.

“Not so fast boy,” Riddelman said, pushing Luca back, “Not so fast. This business may not be completely legal, but I still want high-quality products. Good cigars and a high quality cigarette that 80 percent of our customers won’t be able to pick from the real thing. And the rest won’t be sure about. I want to be in this business for a while Luca, not ten minutes.”

“Of course. şişli escort We both want that,” Luca replied, suddenly uncertain of what was expected of him.

“Whatever else I want from you, first of all I want to know that you really do know how to produce a decent cigar. And to produce a decent cigar you need to know a decent cigar when you pick it up and sniff it,” Riddleman said, leaning forward and holding the cigar he had been sucking on under Lucas nose and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, making it crackle.

Luca sniffed at it, annoyed, “It smells genuine to me,” he said, “Not the absolute best, but real Cuban. Hand rolled. You can see that.”

Instead of settling back into his overstuffed club chair to smoke his cigar, Riddleman stood up, almost between Luca’s thighs, and said, “That was easy. Now I think we will take a little walk.”

Luca joined him as he strode a short distance down the wood-paneled hallway of Mystrelle, the historic Virginian plantation house that Riddlman had recently acquired and was now living in. Part way along he opened one of the heavy paneled doors and held it wide for Luca to pass him, then followed him inside and closed it. The room was dry and cool and dark-dimly lit and lined with dark timber. Riddleman opened a panel, and Luca realised that around the walls were dozens of small paneled cupboard doors. But they were not ordinary cupboards; each one was a small humidor, and inside each humidor rested several cigars.

“So,” Riddleman said, “Let’s try a test shall we?” And he took a cigar from the open cupboard and passed it to Luca, who took it carefully between his thumb and forefinger and examined it, then brought it to his nose to roll and sniff.

“Santa Damiana,” Luca said with assurance, he’d worked in the Dominican Republic, “Delicate flavour.”

Riddleman took the cigar back and, putting it away, opened another door and gave Luca a longer and thicker cigar.

This time Luca frowned. “Ha, a good one, a Big Butt. Not as good as the one in your mouth now. Maduro, Pennsylvanian wrapper.”

“So, you really do know your stuff,” Riddleman said, smiling broadly. “I see us getting along fine together. But I wonder what you will make of this one,” he said, opening yet another humidor cupboard and taking out a huge bullet-shaped cigar. “This one has just come in. Rolled on the sweaty thighs of muscular young men.” He said, smiling and laughing as he handed it over.

“Phew,” Luca said, wrinkling his nose. “Good leaf and not badly made, yes, from Africa, Cameroon, I think. But so big and thick, humph, who could smoke it, and the smell-yeow, it is almost animal. It is not the tobacco.” He looked at Riddleman suspiciously.

“Ah, but what is the smell?” Riddleman asked, his eyes hooded now as if he were in heat.

Luca frowned and sniffed again, closing his eyes. Then he laughed.

“It is a cigar for fun,” he said, feeling his cock twitch, and making a back and forth movement with the eight-inch-long, more-than-inch-and-a-half-thick cigar. “They have amused themselves in the factory with this one.”

“Hmmm,” Riddleman hummed, waving the cigar away as Luca tried to hand it back to him. “You may like to know it comes from the factory you may soon be managing. And what was fucked with it?” Riddleman asked in a husky voice.

“The ass,” Luca replied in a low voice, letting Riddleman lock eyes with him as the cigar was finally passed back to him.

“And how else do you think you can satisfy me?” Riddleman asked. “You obviously know enough to make sure we produce a good cigar, and hopefully a good enough cigarette to fool most men, but what else can you do for me?” He asked, holding the ass scented cigar in front of him and still fixing Luca with his hooded eyes.

Luca felt the heat rise up in his body, like a physical surge racing through him, and moved in and kissed Riddelman on the mouth. Then he hesitated a moment, not entirely sure how to go on, because Riddleman stood there, immobile, holding the cigar. Then Luca started to unbutton his own shirt. He was in a casual shirt and pants, because this had been an informal interview. No human resources manager would have been satisfied with the selection procedure Riddleman used, and Luca hadn’t felt he needed to look like an accountant when he dressed for the meeting.

Now Luca undressed as if he were performing a striptease to some unheard music, and he was more than aroused himself by the setting, by the thick, used cigar, and the lustful look in Riddleman’s half-closed eyes. He fixed his eyes on the big cigar, sure now that Riddleman knew exactly what he wanted to do with it and that he, Luca, had guessed exactly what that was. And he was interested. He liked to be dominated like this sometimes. And Riddleman was a man who could dominate.

Luca’s cock sprang up against his flat belly as he removed his briefs, and he stood there naked, as he wrapped one hand about his erection and stroked himself and pinched tuzla escort his nipples and stroked his belly before cupping his balls in his other hand. But as he was getting ready to turn around, Riddleman extended the cigar and pressed it to Luca’s lips, and Luca laughed silently as he opened up to allow it into this mouth. Then he closed his lips and made love to the big, fat, smooth-skinned cigar with his tongue and cheeks, wetting it down and caressing it, deep throating the slick column of tobacco as Riddelman fucked it in and out of Luca’s mouth.

Luca’s eyes were locked on Riddleman’s as he made love to the cigar in his mouth and stroked his own cock, though he wanted to be stroking Riddleman’s cock. Wanted to be taken. The big man’s free hand was flicking over his new employee’s chest and squeezing Luca’s nipples and then ran down to join Luca’s hand stroking his cock before it descended to his balls and squeezed them. Luca opened his mouth and cried out, as his cock spouted cum up onto Riddleman’s shirt and up his own belly.

When the cigar was finally withdrawn from his mouth, well soaked in saliva, Luca and Riddleman both seemed to shudder in an ecstasy of shared heat, and Luca turned and bent over, reaching back and parting his firm round butt cheeks, to open his crack and present his hole to Riddleman.

Luca was happy to let Riddleman believe he owned his new employee, his new factory manager, because right then in the humidor-lined room, he almost did.

Luca’s breathing was jerky as the wet cigar was pressed to his rim and moved around it, rimming him with the damp, tightly rolled end of the column of tobacco. His hole twitched wildly, opening up, wanting Riddleman to force the thick cigar in. Then the cigar was being pushed in, lubricated by its saliva coating. His own spit and Riddleman’s, helping it move into his well-used channel.

Luca couldn’t suppress his moan of pleasure as it dragged along his walls on its slightly painful entry. And as it was rotated and fucked into him, he bucked and begged as eagerly for it to go deeper and harder as he would for any big cock that might be filling him. Maybe even more, as knowing it was a cigar already worked inside the passage of at least one of the young men in the factory he was going to be taking over, aroused him even more.

Only when the cigar had opened him fully was it withdrawn, and Luca still held his cheeks apart in anticipation, though his own cock ached for some attention. Riddleman was not as thick as the cigar had been, but his full length could enter Luca, burying itself deep until his mass of dark pubic hair was crushed against the Latin’s skin, and Luca groaned as the big man drove his hard tool into him. When Riddleman was pumping him hard and deep, Luca finally reached for his own cock and stroked it.

But Riddleman had other ideas, and wanted control, and taking hold of Luca’s wrists, jerked on his arms, up and back, pulling Luca back to him as he thrust deep, getting even more depth to his fucking as Luca felt pain in his arms and a deep fullness and real possession. Then Riddleman had pulled out, his big fat cock slurping, and with both men panting, had pushed Luca to one of the walls and turned him around facing him, and had him hike his legs up around his hips and settled him back onto his cock.

Luca embraced Riddleman as he lowered himself down ad lifted himself up fucking himself, rubbing his own throbbing tool up against the big man’s slightly bulging belly, moaning and opening his mouth for a kiss. Riddleman dug his tongue into Luca’s mouth and explored it briefly.

Then Riddleman was pushing Luca’s chest back and moving away from the dark wood-paneled wall. Luca suddenly lost his grip and his head and arms fell back to the floor, Riddleman’s big, surprisingly strong hands gripping his hips, the fingers digging in until Luca had himself balanced on his shoulders, Then Riddleman fucked down into him, and as Luca looked up his belly he saw a cigar, and screamed out as Riddleman lay the tobacco pole against the top of his cock. Luca was almost sobbing with relief as he saw it was the Cuban cigar Riddleman had been mouthing earlier, not the African monster, that was now pressing to the top of Riddleman’s own cock. A cock pulled back in Luca’s hole so that the tip of the cigar could work its way in the first small distance. Luca arched and moaned and spread his thighs as wide as he could, crying out at the rough stretching that the thick cock and the premium cigar were giving him, and moaning loudly as Riddleman expertly worked the two hard tools together in his stretched passage, in a wild plowing that was over too soon in a flooding creaming of Luca’s guts.

Then a hand encased Luca’s throbbing cock and squeezed and rubbed his cap and in a wild spasm, he spouted cum up onto Riddleman’s chest and chin, then spouted another load as his cock was milked again. Totally spent, Luca’s legs let go and he slid to the floor, looking up at Riddleman, who pendik escort stood between his tangled legs and looked down at him with a satisfied smile on his face.

It was then, while observing Riddleman’s expression as he looked down on him, with his cum dribbling from his ass, that Luca decided he didn’t like Riddleman and was going to see how much money he could screw out of him. And Luca knew almost as much about screwing money out of wealthy men as he did about cigars.

****

Those Luca saw working below him as he looked out over the cigar factory through his office window were mostly bone and ropy sinews. Big heads and undernourished, with flashing white teeth. He was no philanthropist, but he knew the factory workers were better off than most of the others in their villages, than most in Cameroon, in fact, and work in the factory was eagerly sought.

Then Luca walked to the other side of his office and looked out on the other part of the factory. The part that he had spent the time since his arrival setting up for Riddleman. It was smaller, but the floor was concrete and fully enclosed, and it was filled with modern cigarette making machines, with several young men working in the hot, steamy conditions, watching the machines as they spun out hundreds of thousands of cigarettes each day. They were being wrapped in fine white paper with a tan patterned band below a strip of type that said, “Marlboro” on it and packed in the familiar red and white packet. And, in fact, the quality of the cigarettes Luca knew was very good. They were good enough to be accepted in most places in place of the real thing and even went to the Canary Islands and Spain.

This part of the factory was where the brightest and best workers were employed, and here the young men were more filled out. As he watched, one man walked up the corridor between the two rows of machines, and his hips moved in a way that showed-off his full-rounded butt. Luca smiled, sure that Misoni was hoping he, Luca, was watching him.

Luca flipped the intercom switch on the phone on his desk, “Misoni,” was all he said.

Several youths looked up at the window, or at Misoni, and grinned as the young black man made his way up the metal staircase, which clanged with each step, telling Luca when he had arrived in the outer office where Margaret, Luca’s secretary sat. She knew better than to ask any questions, or to gossip, and just looked down her nose at Misoni, the latest young man to be making the climb, barely looking up from her computer screen as the young man opened Luca’s office door and stepped through.

The young man’s mouth was split in a gleaming white smile, and he was dropping his shorts and grasping his already-engorging dick as the door closed behind him. Luca had also shed his shorts and pushed his chair away from his desk, so he was sitting in plain view of the door, with his own heavily veined erection in his fist and a smile on his face.

Misoni dropped to his knees between Luca’s spread thighs and, holding his bosses meaty tool steady, the young African took the huge pole into his mouth, his experience with sucking showing in how quickly he was deep throating its full length. Luca growled in response and took hold of the black man’s hair as his black curly head bobbed up and down over Luca’s lap, his cock sliding in and out of Misoni’s tight lips and sinking into his even tighter throat. What he lacked in sophisticated technique Misoni more than made up for in enthusiasm and his ability to take it all.

Luca fucked the ready mouth for a while, moving his tool about inside the soft cavern as Misoni worked his tongue about, eagerly slobbering and sucking on what he was being fed. Then when he was ready, Luca pulled himself out of Misoni’s mouth and pulled the young man up and turned him around and lay him across his desk on his stomach

From his desk drawer Luca pulled out the lubricant and condoms and fingered the gel roughly into Misonis’s hole, enjoying the young man’s squirming and yelping. When Luca was done with Misoni’s passage, he crowned himself and sat back, and the young African came up and lowered himself onto Luca’s throbbing pole, Luca guiding his cap to Misoni’s hole and letting him impale himself slowly on its full length.

Luca groaned at the slow encasing of his tool by the experienced bottom settling down on him.

“Yes. Nice and tight,” He moaned and pulled Misoni down hard.

“Oh boss. Oh boss. You is so big,” Misoni squealed.

“Ha,” Luca gasped, fully encased and starting to lift Misoni’s hips, “Tell me, I am the best fucking boss you have ever had?”

“You are the best fucking, fucking boss I have ever had, boss,” Misoni cried out as he lifted himself up along the rod buried inside him, and then settled down on it again. “Yes boss, you are sure the best fucking boss,” he sighed as he lifted his butt again, wriggling as he settled back, moving Luca’s long cock inside him, so it was rubbing new places on its journey up and up.

There were voices outside briefly, talking English, and then a giant of a black man opened the office door, stepped inside, and closed it, and Luca looked up into the face of Ahmadou, the locally based American agent for the cigarette manufacturing equipment. The new arrival already had his pants unzipped and his big fat cock out, stroking the dark rod to hardness.

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Freddy didn’t mince words. I liked that though. You knew where you stood.

I always thought there was more to that look he gave me in the past than he let on.

Or did I recognise his lustful look because I was as Bi as he was?

I guess it had to happen eventually and certainly I did not discourage it.

There was something about Freddy that really magnetised my passion buds.

It was a dream that did it. What was all that about?

Why did I dream of Freddy for god’s sake!?

We, that is Freddy and me were having great sex in the kitchen.

I’d been peeling potatoes and he came up behind and I felt this sudden surge between my buttocks.

Freddy lodged in the upstairs float to me and for some reason was in my flat!

He yelled at the same time he was trying to poke me with my jeans on that he fancied the ass off me, That it was quality ass and was asking for a big stiff fuck.

And there was me, not telling him to bloody well lay off but more concerned with him trying to poke me withy my jeans on

“Much better off” I couldn’t believe I was saying to him.

But first he knelt behind and pushed his face into my jeans, panting that my tight ass was irritable and there he was sniffing and doing things. Like I could feel his mouth moving there thro0ugh my jeans.

And it was really turning me on.

I had a cock like a stiff cucumber bulging beneath my pants

Freddy wasn’t slow top notice either…

“Wow! giresun escort We do have a problem don’t we, it looks like it needs some airing and although I love to smell you through your jeans I would like to suck cock too.”

I told you ate the beginning Freddy was not one for mincing words.

But this was just a dream wasn’t it.

No it was for real. It was the next day and it was reall6y happening. I shook my head and turned around and sure enough it was Freddy smelling my pants.

Next thing he stood up and undid my belt and downed my pants, just like that. My cock jolting out under my boxers, more room now, and obviously a real turn on for Freddy who was not just poking at my ass but also wanking my cock.

“I think we had better go to bed don’t you, Pete?” he said like his tongue was hanging out..

“And you smell great and I want more, so it is to bed then?, first there gets it first”

I didn’t have much option, it was he who came up with the idea and he was already halfway up the stairs with his ripe cock bouncing about.

Somehow he had prompted me to sit on the side of the bed, and stuffed his big cock into my mouth. “It will need priming if you want it up your tight fat ass” he yelled.

I was more concerned that he thought it was fat!

“Just a figure of speech” he added, “It is lovely, so tight and fuckable, now get on with the job in hand, or should I yalova escort say in mouth!”

Anyway with my mouth full of cock I could not say much, he held my head at the back to prevent me coming away and I felt his bulging cock stretch my cheeks, I closed my eyes and sucked, tasting the earthy pungent flavour I’d known many times before when I’d sucked Badger in the allotment shed., the old guy who paid me for my ass and me without a job and eighteen was finding it a good income, although Badger and his mate who shared me made sure they got their moneys worth.

As I sucked Freddy I saw he had my soiled boxers bunched up and he was sniffing them, little did I know then he was one of those sniffing addicts but I was soon to discover more when, ripping of his briefs, fresh with the spurting of his cum when I sucked him, he first showed me, tramlines and all, und gagged me with them, the crutch piece wedged tightly in my mouth, tightly secured at the back as he took my ass over the edge of the bed, pillows planted underneath my stomach to get the right height, with his stiff cock thrusting into me like a frenzied piston engine,

It was nice. Yes it was, the feel of quality cock up inside me was always a wonderful experience ever since dear old Badger, bless his heart he is dead now, fucked me regularly unt8il I was numb and sore there, he rubbing ointment into me making it feel better, but come a couple of days yozgat escort there was his mate waiting for it too, so I had the tw0 of them plying me, me sucking one as the other fucked me relentlessly, watching each other doping what they were doing being more of a turn on to fuck and suck me even harder. And the times my mouthy was filled with hot sticky white cum was never ending, I use to have a giant sized bottle of cola to wash my mouth out afterwards, and even then I could still taste cock for hours after.

Now it was the same with Freddy, remembering that familiar taste, suck one and all the others are similar, the taste anyway, but I shouldn’t complain because I have been well satisfied,

And it was good I had given others satisfaction too,

Next day Freddy was contenting himself with my smothering, me standing beside the bed, one foot resting on the side and well open for him to take his sniff of me, feeling his tongue explore between my ass, tease and rim me and suck my cock and balls, then he jumping onto the bed, face up ready to be groped and smothered, me astride his face and lowering down until my whole cock and balls were pressing against his face, him sniffing and wanking me until, I shot my load all over his face, he loving it and licking it all down.

All these things were happening almost every day and occasionally when he was in the mood, most of the night too. He bought these handcuffs to attach me to the bed rail as he had his way with me, my whole body seemed in one way or another to be served by him, and when he regularly spanked my ass crimson until I yelled I knew he would give me suck a wonderful ti9me afterwards, with the deep massaging, the licking and sucking all over, I willingly took the temporary pain . It was wonderful and I shall never forget Freddy the sniffer.

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George woke up. Never needed the alarm since he had taken early retirement – 8.00am every morning he woke, went downstairs, ate some breakfast, waved his wife off to work, did the crossword in the paper, then planned his day.

Not that it needed a lot of planning. Go to the shops. Visit elderly mother. Go to the shops for her. Answer post. Cook tea. Greet wife…………….

George didn’t regret taking early retirement, but somehow early retirement should be something different from this. Surely there was more to it?

Seven across – “between the mango chutney?” Chutney, mixture of something? Anagram of mango? Means between. Among…………………. He was just writing the answer in when the phone rang.

“Hi George, it’s Max here.” George recognised the voice of his former business partner, still a good friend he enjoyed a drink with. “Have a problem. Are you free this lunchtime?”

George thought for a moment. He had said when he retired he would be available, and over a pint with Max had told him he wanted to try everything. And do everything. Retirement was a chance to do……. He ended the conversation with a wink. Max had picked up quickly what George meant. He’d laughed before replying: “Well, you are not going to do everything with me……..” They had laughed, the conversation had moved on.

“What’s the problem?”

Max continued. “Well, Tony was due to see a couple of blokes at lunchtime to sell them the electronic G8 monitor which you and him developed. Tony’s rushed into hospital overnight with appendicitis. Can you come and see them instead – you know the monitor better than the rest of us. There’ll be a few quid in it if you do sell it.”

George thought for a moment. It was the first time he had touched anything to do with work since leaving, but would quite enjoy it, and would quite like the money. “Okay. Where am I seeing them? Who is it?”

Max gave him the address of a hotel, then told him who it was: “It’s those two blokes – Ken and Brian – at Davis’s.”

George paused. It wasn’t such good news. They were good blokes and he respected them. He liked them. They worked hard. But they had a strange reputation. They could be bullying. They could demand odd things. There were odd work relationships in their company. Or at least so everyone said – no-one ever said what the problems and demands were. And on top of that they drove a hard bargain. He had never had problems with them, but ……………….

At last George agreed – he had nothing to lose – if he didn’t like what was happening he would just walk out.

George did his shopping, visited his mother and left a note for his wife apologising that he couldn’t get the tea in case he got back after her – you never knew with these sorts of meetings. At one o-clock he pulled up at the hotel, parked the car, and entered the lobby. Ken was sat waiting and noticed him first. Ken strode over, held out his hand, shook George by the hand and said it was zonguldak escort good to see him again. Ken was just over six foot, in his mid forties and pretty muscular build – probably worked out a bit. Brian was a bit shorter and slimmer, and followed Ken over to where he was shaking George’s hand. Both dwarfed George by at least three inches.

For a few moments they chatted, talking about retirement, then agreed they should go somewhere more private for their business discussions. Ken and Brian led the way to the room they had reserved for the discussions, for the afternoon.

The three of them went to the room on the 4th floor of the hotel – a bed room with four easy chairs and coffee table. They fixed drinks – Ken and Brian had whisky’s, George was sharp enough to stick with fruit juice – you needed a clear head to deal with as tough negotiators as these were.

George outlined what the G8 monitor could do, as well as its limitations. He outlined the key internal components they had used. He talked about price and bulk orders. Ken and Brian both asked a lot of questions. They haggled on price, particularly as they needed 200 of the monitors initially, with a possible further 800 for the project they might use them for.

It was hard business, but with no rancour – something that George had missed, was enjoying, but wouldn’t want to go back to full-time.

At last Ken spoke. “Okay, on one condition we’ll do a deal at the price you’ve quoted.” George was always wary of conditions – sometimes conditions were mountains.

“One condition?” asked George. “Well, try me. What’s your condition?”

It was Brian who spoke. “That you suck our cocks.”

George wasn’t sure he had heard right. Was it something about fitting stopcocks? “Didn’t catch you, mate………..”

Ken who spoke. “You want the deal, you suck our cocks.”

George sat stunned. Business had never gone down this path before. His mind churned it over. The rumours they had heard about this company. Strange demands from the bosses. Strange company relationships. But for George there was one problem – hiding the instant erection he had. George said nothing as he moved surreptitiously trying to hide what was happening. As he squirmed to accommodate his discomfort. Brian and Ken weren’t fooled. They knew. George knew that they knew.

It was Brian who stood up first, quickly kicked off his shoes, undid his trousers, dropped them to the floor, removed his underpants. He reached down to George, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. Brian lay on the bed, his back on the bed head, put his hand in George’s hair and simply pulled George to his cock.

Brian had never done this before. He was stunned at the size of the cock – 7 inches, quite thick. Of course, experience of people doing it to him, instinct, dreams, he knew what to do. For several seconds he paused, then reached out with his lips and kissed the fethiye escort cock, then pushing his tongue between his own lips to allow it to lick the cock just in front of his face. George was terrified. It was everything he ever dreamt of.

At first George was very tentative, then as Brian appeared to enjoy what he was doing, grew in confidence, began letting his tongue rove all over the cock. He even went to the tip, tasting the drop of pre-cum, running his tongue around the circumcised head. All the while Brian kept his hand in George’s hair, moving as George’s head moved.

Suddenly George felt a hand rest on his ass. Begin to run around his ass. George was suddenly aware that as he was kneeling in front of Brian his ass must be sticking in the air. As he made to move he suddenly felt Brian’s grip on his hair tighten, stopping him move away. The grip remained tight as George felt hands reach under him, undoing his belt, undoing his fly, resting for a moment on his cock.

George had stopped, but then let his tongue lick again. He felt the hands pulling his trousers off his waste – his underpants as well. He heard Brian order: “help him!”

George lifted one knee to allow Ken to remove the trouser leg, then the other. He felt very exposed, his ass sticking in the air, his legs apart to keep balance, as he licked this man. He suddenly felt very exposed as he felt a finger tickling his asshole, exploring, caressing. George was so embarrassed, but his cock was throbbing in pain of hardness. George was embarrassed but he continued to allow his tongue to play on the cock his face was being held close to.

After a few moments George was surprised to feel the hands stop playing on his ass, but seconds later he jumped as he felt something cold put onto his asshole – he knew it was gel of some sort. He squirmed as he felt a finger push through the ring of his ass – no-one had ever done that to him. He was ashamed to admit – he liked it. Wanted it.

He continued to lick the cock as the finger probed inside him, using the gel as lubricant. It felt fantastic. His cock was throbbing, twitching, he had never been so turned on, ever. His heart sank as he felt the finger removed, but again he couldn’t protest as the hand wrapped in his hair held his mouth to Brian’s cock.

George felt the bed move, guessed someone was getting onto the bed. He froze when he felt something against his ass – this time clearly not a finger. He felt it pushing against his asshole, then suddenly plunging through the ring. It was so much larger than the finger, it hurt! George did all he could not to scream as the cock penetrated him. Clearly Ken was taking him from behind. Ken paused while George got used to the size, till he began to relax.

As George relaxed he felt Ken slowly begin to push, the cock now sliding more easily into George’s asshole. Soon it was in further than the finger had been. It was so big. So alanya escort tight. On the edge of excruciating and amazing. George only guessed that 7 inches had penetrated him. At the same moment George felt Brian force his mouth onto his cock, deep in to the back of the throat.

Suddenly “all hell” broke loose. This was obviously having an effect on Brian and Ken. Suddenly he felt the two cocks begin to pound in and out of him, one in his ass, one in his mouth. It was so hard to take them, but he had to, wanted to. He sucked, squeezed, but it seemed as if Brian and Ken were just using him as their fuck toy. They seemed almost oblivious to him. It was everything George had ever wanted, but had never admitted.

He felt the cock thrusting into his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around it to increase this man’s pleasure. He felt the cock sliding in and out of his ass, invading him, taking him, stretching him as tightly as possible. Within seconds he heard Ken behind him shout out, felt him thrust hard into him, he felt the cock throbbing and filling his asshole with cum.

But he couldn’t take it in too long, suddenly he heard Brian shout out, felt cum pumping into his mouth. Brian held George’s head on his cock, so George had to swallow hard. He wanted to. He did. So much.

It seemed like ages before Brian and Ken let him go, pulling their cocks out of him.

Ken pushed George forwards onto his stomach, his rock hard cock landed in Brian’s hand, who was kneeling beside him. Ken ordered him – “hump off into the hand”.

George did. He needed to cum. Wanted to obey. Wanted this. He realised how obscene he probably looked, fucking this hand, but the hand felt good, and Brian used his fingers to excite George even more.

Within seconds George was emptying his balls into Brian’s hand, cumming seemingly endlessly.

At last he rolled off the hand, having come down from his orgasm. But Brian had the last throw. Before George realised what was happening, he had wiped George’s cum in his hand all over George’s face.

George felt so humiliated – it was the best thing he had ever done.

It was Ken who took control. “Okay George”, he said in a matter of fact voice, “You can use the shower, then come back out here to do business.” With that he handed George his trousers and pants. George scrambled to his feet, made for the shower, came back to the room ten minutes later. He blinked – Brian and Ken were both in their suits, as if nothing had happened.

Brian spoke. “We have signed the contract for a thousand GH monitors. I’m sure there will be a good bonus in there for you.”

Ken continued: “you may be wondering………. Well we always wondered about you, then something Max said, it all came together. We enjoyed. Hope you did.”

George just nodded, speechless.

The meeting became even more absurd. They shook hands and parted as if only business had taken place. Brian said, as they shook hands: “It was good to deal with you today. Hope we can do business again real soon.”

That evening George sat down very carefully for tea – he was sore down there – when his wife asked him: “good day darling?”

George thought for a moment before replying. “Much the same as all the others, darling, although I did enjoy my spit roast at lunchtime. How about you………..?”

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It was a memorable day.

Fritz outed his recent conquest, my fellow boarder, Simon, in the living room in front of Greg and me. We had suspected up until then that Fritz had designs on Simon, but when he directed the boy to suck his cock by gesture alone, Simon had obeyed. Greg and I had some history and as we watched that lithe handsome young man worshipping the cock of that virile old troll, we both got hot and hard. In a minute, I had Greg sitting on the love seat next to his husband, Fritz, as I pulled out his dick and copied Simon’s example. Simon, who had thought he alone in this house had been seduced to our landlords’ homosexuality, was grateful for the company.

So there we were, on our knees, serving our elders. We would occasionally look up at each other just to reinforce the heat of the moment and exchange understanding smiles. When I first came to the rooming house, I was straight but one night when I was drunk, I seduced Greg and got into his pants. It became a secret affair. When Fritz found out that I was having sex with his husband, he broke me the way he broke Simon, though he never made me call him “Daddy” as Simon did. Fritz also didn’t mind Greg and me carrying on with each other as long as we didn’t shut him out.

I usually took the dominant role with Greg, topping him. It was unusual for me to be the one on my knees giving head to anyone (except occasionally on demand from Fritz). But seeing Simon on the floor so willingly polishing Fritz’s knob had turned me on and I was felt hunger pains for cock. Greg was the beneficiary of my arousal and he was cooing under my ministrations.

Fritz looked pretty happy too. Since he was usually an old grump, this was a distinct improvement.

After several minutes of diligent cocksucking, Fritz ordered us all to retire to the bedroom. The parents of our little family led the way and we obedient children followed. Children! Simon and I were both nearly twenty in fact.

In the bedroom, Fritz ordered everyone to get naked. We all shed our clothes where we stood, shucking off t-shirts and sweaters, pants and socks, shorts and briefs. When we stood as plain as nature made us, Fritz commanded us to undress him. This we did willingly. As Fritz’s husband, Greg moved forward first, followed by Simon and myself. Greg understood what Fritz wanted: to be undressed slowly. Greg lifted Fritz’s extra-extra-large t-shirt over his head and off. Simon unbuckled Fritz’s belt and slowly lowered his pants while I removed his socks. When he stood in his underwear, Fritz told Simon and me to pull the boxers down together. We complied, each taking a side and tugging it down below his protuberant belly, past his magnificent cock and balls and over his knees. He stepped out of the boxers in his full glory.

I’ve described Fritz before. He was sixty-four and looked it. In addition to the hairy, sagging man-boobs, he had a huge belly. His arms and legs had gone a bit to flabbiness, but he was still fast and powerful. His genitals were majestic, with his eight- or nine-inch cut cock and his furry balls. His head was capped with a silver brush cut.

“Alright, bitches,” Fritz said with confidence as he lay himself down in the centre of the bed. “Bath time.”

I didn’t know what he meant and neither did Simon, but Greg did and he went straight to work. He began licking at Fritz’s feet. He popped toes into his mouth and sucked on them. He didn’t even stop working on Fritz when he gestured with his eyes for us to do the same for the rest of his body. My penis shivered at the thought of running my tongue all over anyone’s body and by his solid boner I could tell that Simon felt so even more strongly.

We tucked in to our gümüşhane escort work. Simon went straight for the crotch, that cocksucker. I watched him a few moments as he licked the inside of Fritz’s thighs. The old man’s erect organ bounced against the side of Simon’s head but Simon persevered. Within minutes, Simon was licking at Fritz’s cock and balls and matting his pubic hair in saliva. He was beautiful to watch, an angel of tongue worship.

I started with Fritz’s upper torso. Before long he was laying with his hands behind his back as I tongue bathed his hairy armpits. I’ll give him credit; he was fresh for this encounter. I tasted only a trace of manly sweat and I could still smell the residue of his body wash. When he was satisfied with the work we had done on one side, he turned over and showed the other. Greg licked his way up Fritz’s legs while Simon dove right into Fritz’s asshole. By Simon’s reaction, Fritz’s ass was as clean as his armpits. Surprisingly, Fritz had a fairly skinny, bony ass. I traipsed my tongue up and down Fritz’s back for a while and then I licked and kissed my way down his arms. I took his fingers one by one into my mouth.

When he judged our efforts to be sufficient, he told us to stop.

He instructed us all to make out. Greg and I did not kiss often, mostly because that seemed too gay for me, but now I leaned in and took Greg’s face in my hands. Our tongues met in a tangled pleasure. Our hands roamed freely over each other. Greg and I snuck looks at Simon who was now sitting on Fritz’s lap and Frenching the old satyr. Simon too was fondling his lover. The sight of the angel and the troll tonguing each other was almost too hot for both of us.

“Switch,” Fritz said.

Greg reacted faster than I did, quickly ending our kiss as Fritz pushed Simon toward him. Instantly, their tongues were entwined. I looked past them where Fritz beckoned impatiently.

I didn’t keep him waiting long. I climbed onto his lap. He received me gently enough, but I was no sooner settled than his tongue was in my mouth. I wiggled back with my own but his muscle easily outmatched mine. As in all things where Fritz was concerned, I took a passive role, not using but used.

And loving it.

Fritz’s penis wriggled under my ass, tickling me, maddening me like a welcome visitor who stands at the door knocking when he ought to just come in.

As Fritz’s tongue dominated me, I enjoyed the ease with which I could slip into surrender. It felt good to give in to a more confident, more mature and even somehow superior male.

“Switch!”

I was ejected from his lap. I fell over on the bed beside Greg and Simon. Greg had withdrawn from their kiss. Now he did something that surprised me. He reached toward Simon and me and put his hands on the back of each of our heads to draw us together. For me, it was a little like seeing Simon for the first time. I saw past him being naked and good-looking; I felt like I was seeing into his soul. It was just a feeling, but it added to the soft spot I had for the young man.

Greg’s suggestion was enough for me. I initiated the kiss with Simon, starting with little pecks on the lips but it soon turned into a very serious make-out session. As we knelt facing each other, our erections touched for the first time, giving us both a visible shiver.

I noticed that Fritz was sitting with his back to the headboard. Greg was reclining against Fritz. The old man had his arm around his younger husband. They were watching the show Simon and I were putting on with enthusiasm and soon began to cheer us on.

Our knees were sinking in the mattress and we were hatay escort having a hard time keeping our balance, so we lay down on the bed and began to roll around in each other’s arms. Our lip-lock remained sealed. I began to really notice Simon’s hands on me touching me everywhere he could reach, easily finding my erogenous zones. The way he shuddered, I was sure I found some of his hot spots too. We were breaking out in a sweat from our exertions and I began to smell his peculiar male musk. It acted on me like an accelerant. I broke our seal and a long thin string of saliva hung between our faces for a few seconds. My mouth was on his ear, on his neck and his throat. He threw back his head and accepted my reverence willingly.

“That’s it,” Fritz told me. “Lick your way down.”

I needed no urging. My tongue wasn’t dry from all the tongue worship, so I dragged it down Simon’s back, savouring the little quiver he gave in response. I put my hands on his shoulder blades and leaned him forward as my tongue swished a way down to his ass. He trembled as I pulled his butt cheeks apart and ran my tongue up and down the length of his crack. When I inserted the tip of my tongue into his anus, his tremors were more than noticeable. I gave the area my full attention for a minute or two before rolling the malleable young man to one side so I could tongue-wash his perineum. I soon found myself looking at Simon’s balls.

Greg said, “You know you want to!”

Damn right I wanted to. I opened my mouth and engulfed one hairy ball. I rolled it in my mouth like a candy that would melt. I sucked on it lightly. There was a sharp intake of breath above me.

“He loves it,” Fritz said.

I continued turning Simon over for easier access. He was fully cooperative, submissive to my lead. At this angle, I was looking directly at his cock.

“Do you think he wants it?” Greg asked. I didn’t know if he meant Simon or me.

“If he wants it, make him beg for it,” Fritz said.

Simon was lying on his back now. I licked and nuzzled his balls and made direct eye contact with him.

“Do you want it?” I asked Simon.

“Yes, please,” Simon said. In the heat of a possible gay blowjob, there are suddenly no straight men.

“How bad do you want it?”

“That’s it,” Fritz said. “If you blow him, what will he do for you?”

“I’ll suck his cock,” Simon said.

“I was thinking maybe I’d like to plough your dirty cocksucking ass.”

“But that’s only for Daddy!”

“That’s sweet,” Fritz said. “But you can give your ass to anybody you want. If I want some, there’s plenty here to go around.”

“So how about it?” I asked.

“Please, Daddy! Make him blow me!”

We all laughed at that.

“I’ll give you my ass,” Simon said, surrendering. “Please blow me!”

But I already was blowing him. I devoured his cock like it was the last one in the world. I sucked it with passion and zeal. I plugged his asshole with first one, then two, then three fingers and I set them vibrating against his anus. My tongue lingered on the most sensitive part of his cock, the glans. I created a vacuum in my mouth as I sucked him, jacking off the remainder of his cock with my other hand. I bobbed my head faster and faster. He just moaned and groaned helplessly all the way through it.

It was—no, I was—a force no man could withstand for long. I think Simon lasted nearly five minutes.

I let him come in my mouth. His copious cum ran out of my mouth and made a little puddle in my chest hairs. I’d lost my fear of eating cum thanks to lots of mandatory practice with Fritz. The gay couple applauded my achievement ısparta escort and told Simon it was time to pay the piper, a particularly apt turn of phrase in the circumstances.

I hovered with my head above Simon’s. Fritz ordered him to open his mouth. When he did, I dropped his full load out of my mouth into his. Fritz and Greg enjoyed this immensely. It wasn’t Simon’s first taste of sperm, but he coughed on it anyway. Before he could swallow it, I took his body in an embrace. Then I leaned down and kissed him. We opened our mouths and swished the cum back and forth between us. My hands wandered and I was soon squeezing his buttocks. Even with jizz in his mouth, he couldn’t contain a moan of pleasure.

I dragged myself out of the kiss. I was very horny now and I wanted what was promised to me. I positioned myself between Simon’s knees and lifted his legs up on my shoulders. Fritz called my name and threw a jar of lube at me. I applied the contents liberally to Simon’s ass and my cock.

“Take him,” Fritz said.

“Fuck him,” Greg said, raising his head from his task. At some point, he had gotten excited and started giving Fritz head.

I fell into Simon with a will. As I pushed my way in, my greased pole pressed the lube farther up Simon’s ass. Fritz had already broken him in and Simon took my full length quite easily. I began sawing my cock back and forth in Simon’s hairy hole and he groaned loudly. He soon began pushing back toward me, matching the pace I set.

Fritz and Greg cheered as I fucked my fellow boarder.

Before long I was really hammering his ass. A gossamer thread of pre-cum hung off the tip of his cock. His breathing followed the rhythm I set in his backside. When I made eye contact with Simon, I saw something in them that I had never seen before. Submission? I blushed when I realized it was a different kind of surrender. It was… affection? I knew that Fritz would always command Simon’s devotion as, in fact, Fritz also would always command mine. But that light in Simon’s eyes was something forever outside of the control or ownership of another person.

It was love!

I thought to myself, you silly bastard, you were just turned out gay this past week and you’re already in love with a man? And yet, I couldn’t deny my own growing reciprocal feelings.

As I grew near to my climax, I don’t know why, but I was deliberately cruel. “Eat my cum, you fucking faggot!”

That tipped me over the edge and I shot my load inside him. The pleasure didn’t end though because Simon was doing something with his sphincter? It tightened and released around my cock as spurt after spurt of my cum filled him. Then I realized the spasms were caused by Simon’s own orgasm. Was it triggered by being called a faggot, or was everything just too overwhelming? He came all over his belly and chest. He wept in pleasure. He thanked me. He thanked Daddy.

Fritz and Greg applauded as I pulled my rod out of Simon’s back door. We were both exhausted.

“We knew you two would be good together,” said Greg.

I thought this was the strangest kind of matchmaking I had ever seen, but we’d all had our kicks and nobody got hurt, so it was alright.

The next day, with my urging and Fritz’s permission, Simon moved his things to my room. It was large enough for two and we wanted to test our new bond by sharing a bed for more than sex.

Fritz and Greg continued enjoying their passionate nights three times a week, but Fritz still commanded Simon and me to perform for him from time to time, he continued fucking Simon once a week and I continued humping Greg regularly. And the rest of the time, Simon and I were going at it. We’d all found a nice balance and everyone was happy.

Fritz had a plan that might alter those scales. He explained that since Simon’s room was now actually empty, he would have to look for a new boarder. We all laughed. What would happen to this one?

“We’re going to need a bigger dining room table,” I said.

“We’re going to need a bigger bed,” Greg said.

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My wife and kids were making the annual pilgrimage to visit the in-laws back in Chicago. Two weeks in mid-July in the sweltering windy city – not my idea of summer vacation. Not even a few nights inside the friendly confines watching the Cubs break the hearts of the city could make up for the torture of spending two weeks with Nanny and Pappy.

Lucky for me, I had a scheduling conflict. I’m a lawyer in Denver and a big case I had been trying for several months was locked in deliberation. Knowing the decision was likely to be adverse to my client, we were working up several appeal strategies.

“Sorry, honey,” I had argued. “But you know it’s this job that lets you and the kids take these leisurely summer vacations, pays for their private school, and keeps you in designer fashions.”

“Well don’t work too hard,” she had consoled as she pecked me on the cheek at the airport. “And remember to mow the lawn.”

What a wonderful wife! She really was quite a catch, a college cheerleader at University with a killer body, super-model good looks, and a never-ending devotion to our family. Unfortunately, the beautiful package hid a sad secret – she was a wet fish in the bedroom. Straight missionary with the lights off, my penis firmly wrapped in a plastic raincoat. Our lovemaking was regular as clockwork, once a month – even if it meant canceling her bridge club.

Unbelievably, I had never cheated on her. I was a second string quarterback in college and the senior class president. Blessed with rugged good looks and an athletic body, I had never lacked for the attention of the ladies. But since our marriage, I had been devoted to our family and my job, leaving little time for carnal pursuits.

That’s not completely true. I have a very active fantasy life and love to masturbate. My hand has replaced my wife’s pussy on an almost daily basis the last ten years of my life. I travel a lot with my law practice, and I really enjoy checking out the adult bookstores, pay-per-view hotel skin flicks, and live sex clubs in the cities I visit. My mental inventory of smut and perversion provides me an endless supply of stroking material. Rarely does a day pass that I don’t uncork a load or two in the executive washroom at work.

In fact, after I dropped the family off at the airport on Sunday afternoon, I hit one of the local purveyors of filth and bought a two-week supply of dirty magazines and DVDs to enjoy on my “working vacation”.

Getting home, I popped in a gonzo cumshot DVD, poured a glass of Merlot, and spread my work out on the living room table, planning to mix a little stroke session in with my case preparations.

I have to admit, I am fascinated with head. I love watching beautiful women deepthroat well hung men. A long, thick cock stretching a petite hottie’s mouth is pure art. Her eyes watering as she forces the length down her straining throat, I often imagine the intense longing and lust she must feel for the stud’s throbbing tool.

My dick is an average 6.5 inches, but I could model for Viagra. Ever since I was a kid, I could pop wood at the drop of a hat and my boners are frighteningly hard. I only wish I had another couple of inches. I imagine that a solid eight or nine inches could do for my wife’s libido what years of begging have failed to accomplish – turn her into a raging nymphomaniac.

As usual, the files on the table went unattended as I focused my attention on the widescreen TV. My fly unzipped, I fished out my balls and kneaded them tenderly as I stroked my hard-on, watching starlet after starlet reap the rewards of their hard earned work. A particularly naughty brunette was lapping the stray bullets of jizz off her abnormally well-endowed breasts when the phone rang, snapping me back to reality.

“Hello,” I stuttered, reaching for the mute button on the TV, my other hand still wrapped firmly around my raging boner.

“Hey, Curt, good news old buddy.” It was my partner at the law firm.

“What’s up Charlie? I was just looking over some of our draft briefs,” I replied.

“Well toss those in the trash, get a good nights sleep, and be in Judge Cornwallis’s court at 9am tomorrow. Word is, the jury is in and the verdict looks good.”

Stunned, I congratulated Charlie and hung up.

Hot damn. Returning my attention to a tight bodied blonde bartender that had served two horse hung studs a couple of beers and was now on her knees servicing them in a much more personal way, I let the good news sink in. We had won, but more importantly, I had a two-week free pass – no family and no work obligations.

As the bartender turned slut took turns throating the two strapping patrons, I picked up the pace on my own throbbing woody. Torn between the two cum spickets, unwilling to miss a single drop of their precious fluids, she grabbed a beer glass from the bar and held it between her tits as the customers deposited her hard earned tip on her exposed breasts. As the dripping cum from her chest found its way tekirdağ escort into the mug, I grabbed my own wine glass and with a final jerk shot my load into the empty goblet, thick frothy cream mixing with the last drops of red wine, creating a rose colored roux.

Raising her glass in salute, she downed the thick spunk, her tongue coaxing the final drops from the bottom of the upturned crystal, a look of pure satisfaction spreading across her face.

Caught-up in the perverted moment, I too raised my cum filled wine glass and toasted my firm’s victory, throwing back my head and drinking deeply of my own special vintage. I had never tasted my own cum – salty, thick and creamy, with a hint of pepper and citrus; not at all unpleasant.

As I slumped back on the sofa, smacking my lips, my spent cock deflating, I could only chuckle. Damn, I am one sick puppy.

As Charlie had predicted, the jury found in our favor. To celebrate, we gave the entire office the week off.

Rather than catch the next flight to Chicago to join the family, I decided to take a few days off and head to the mountains for some much needed R&R. I called my wife and told her the good news.

“So you can come to Chicago then?” she queried.

“I need to close a few loopholes here in Denver,” I lied. “I will fly up next weekend.”

I packed my camping and fishing gear in the SUV, ecstatic that I would have four days alone, just me and the pristine Rocky Mountains. A backpack, a tent, a fishing pole, and a week’s supply of porn magazines – what more could an ardent outdoorsman and card carrying pervert ask for?

I pulled into a remote trailhead in the San Juan range of southwestern Colorado about sunset, the only vehicle in the parking lot. I pitched the tent and organized my backpack before hitting the sack, eager to get an early start in the morning. The plan was to hike along Cibola Creek to the stream’s source, Emerald Lake and pitch camp. I had heard great things about the lake and was looking forward to landing a big trophy trout to mount on my office wall. I would have three days to explore the area, catch fish, and catch up on my “professional reading”.

The hike was demanding and I reached Emerald Lake about 2pm. After setting up camp well back from the lake under some towering pines, I stripped off my sweaty clothes and took a cooling dip in the crystal blue water. Grabbing a cigar from my pack and a smut magazine, I reclined on a big granite boulder to enjoy the serenity and beauty of the high mountains.

I was literally miles from the nearest paved road, alone in the wilderness. I didn’t expect to see anyone for the next three days and felt comfortable lounging in the warm afternoon sun in nothing more than my birthday suit.

As I thumbed through the porn rag, analyzing the hot erotic stories and studying the smoking pictorials, I stroked my stiff dick. I could handle this kind of work, I smiled to myself, as the sun tanned my exposed body. Too bad I didn’t have a wife willing to share my lust for the outdoors and dirty sex, but I did have my old friend, five-fingered Rosie. Rosie was going to get quite a workout this week – to quote Jackson Browne, “It looks likes it’s me and you again tonight, Rosie.” And tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon, and tomorrow night…well, you get the picture.

About two-thirds of the way through the magazine, I came upon an incredible pictorial spread. A gorgeous blonde with a firm round butt and six-pack abs was fucking two incredibly well endowed studs in the great outdoors. The storyline was evident; the woman’s car had broken down in the country and two mechanics had arrived to tune her engine. It was clear the men had brought the appropriate tools based on the dreamy smile spreading across the stranded maiden’s cute face as she wrenched their inflating peckers from their denim overalls.

As usual, I became infatuated with the stunning pictures of the little hottie struggling to pleasure the two large cocks, her petite hand not reaching fully around their impressive girth. Straining to ratchet open her jaw, she took turns working the mechanics’ tools down her talented throat, bringing each prick to full attention.

The photography was excellent and in the bright afternoon sunshine, I could see the intense look of desire building in the blonde’s eyes as the men achieved full erection. Squatting between the two, her pussy gleamed in anticipation of fucking the helpful duo. Oh that my wife could be driven to such sexual heights by merely giving head. I deeply envied the men’s towering proportions, confident that such dimensions were the holy grail of a repressed and boring sex life.

Unbelievably, the little vixen took the two massive cocks at once, one stuffed in her tight little backdoor, the other pounding her dripping snatch. Her cries of ecstasy leapt from the pages as the two big dicks drilled her hard. As I thumbed pages tokat escort to the ultimate climax, I jerked my pathetic boner as I lay prone on the warm rock.

Ultimately, the two studs withdrew and blew thick, frosty loads all over the eager blonde’s smiling face, her tongue lapping at the stray jets of jizz, the excess puddling between her tits and dripping down her tight tummy.

Rosie picked up the pace and I blew a hot load of spooge all over my own exposed belly and chest. Resting my head back against the rock, I exhaled deeply, my heart beating wildly. Remembering the taste of my cum from the other night, I used my fingers to scoop up the sticky cream and licked them clean. Fuck I wish my wife would learn to love my special sauce – I already thoroughly enjoyed the salty treat.

Exhausted from the hike and a warm glow spreading through my body from my masturbatory success, I dozed off, the remnants of my ejaculatory bliss drying to a crust on my naked torso.

Startled by a splashing sound, I awoke to find a fisherman standing on the lakeshore, not twenty yards from where I slept, reeling in a large rainbow trout, it’s gymnastic struggle for freedom creating the loud ruckus.

As the fellow landed the big fish, he turned to face me. “Sorry to wake you up buddy, but these fish have no manners.”

Still half asleep, I realized I was completely nude. I reached for the only cover handy, the porn mag, and awkwardly tried to cover my exposed crotch.

“Looks like you been having a little fun too,” the stranger chuckled, as he unhooked the fish and dropped it in his creel. “At least I won’t go hungry tonight,” he smiled.

As I struggled to awake fully, my eyes focused on the fishing intruder. He was a little younger than me, probably in his late twenties. In a t-shirt and shorts, he handled his fly rod like an experienced outdoorsman. Several days’ growth of stubble framed his rugged and tanned face; a pair of well-used hiking boots his only other article of clothing. His physique was incredibly athletic, standing well over six feet he appeared chiseled from the local granite.

“Jake Smirnoff,” he offered, patting himself on the chest. “Good to meet you.”

“I, uhhhh, well……” I stammered, trying to regain my composure.

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that, but I hooked the big rainbow over behind those trees and he pulled me your direction.” Trying to ease my embarrassment, he added, “Bet that warm sun sure feels good on your exposed skin. I sunbath nude whenever I get the chance.”

“Sorry,” I tried again. “You just startled me. I’m Curt,” I offered, still embarrassed, Jake’s steely gray eyes not leaving my nearly nude body.

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jake continued. “Looks like you work out a little.”

“I try,” I answered, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “I assumed I was all alone up here.”

“Just you and some intellectual reading material,” Jake joked, motioning toward my smut rag turned loincloth. This guy was not going to let me off easy – he appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

“Yea, I uhh, just found this down by the lake. Some pervert must have dropped it to lighten his load.” As I stood up, the magazine dropped from my lap.

“Well Curt old buddy, it looks like you recently lost a load as well,” Jake smirked, nodding toward my now fully exposed dick, dried cum streaking my belly and crusting my flaccid pecker.

Unable to respond, I blushed bright red.

In a casual manner, Jake dropped his fishing gear and pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head, revealing his massive chest and sculpted abs, covered in a fine fur. “Mind if I use your private pool for a cooling dip?” he asked, bending to untie and remove his boots.

“The National Forest is for everybody to enjoy,” I replied jokingly, trying to regain some control. “The water feels….” I trailed off as Jake stood and peeled off his shorts, his schlong slowly unfolding, gravity pulling his plum shaped head toward the ground as his length unfurled, framed magnificently between his muscular thighs. Even soft, his dick was huge and I was struck speechless.

“The water feels what?” he asked, gently tugging his balls as he freed his package from the confines of his shorts. “I don’t know about the water, but the cool mountain breeze feels great on my nuts.”

Leaving his clothes on the big boulder, Jake strode toward the water, his cock swinging mightily, reminding me of an elephant’s trunk. I was mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off his incredible tool as he slowly made his way into the lake. As he moved into deeper water, his tool slowly disappeared beneath the blue waves, the hypnotic power of his giant snake releasing me. I watch a lot of porn, and I don’t know that I have ever seen such a big, beautiful dick.

Jake dove under the water, reappearing several yards out in the lake.

“Great!” I shouted, the spell trabzon escort finally broken.

“What?” Jake queried.

“The water feels GREAT!” I finally finished my original thought.

“Yes it does,” Jake replied. “Why don’t you join me? Looks like you could stand a little bath yourself.”

My knees weak and my heart pounding in my chest, I longed to see more of his beautiful cock. A dick like that must drive women insane with pleasure. I tried to picture it hard and throbbing, but my limited imagination could not fathom the awesome power of such a fine piece of meat. He must have women eating out of his hand, I thought.

Hell, as far as men went, I guess he was actually pretty handsome as well. He had that rugged Marlboro man look about him and not an ounce of fat on his muscular frame. What a lucky motherfucker, I thought, shaking my head as I willed my legs to work, propelling me towards the water.

“Hope you don’t mind me setting up camp here for the night?” Jake asked as he splashed in the water. “I know you probably wanted your privacy up here, but I will pack up and move out in the morning.”

True, I did hope to have the lake to myself, but the appearance of this well-hung Adonis had scrambled my brains and I wasn’t at all sure what I wanted anymore.

“No problem, Jake,” I replied, struggling to compose my sparkling wit and sense of humor. “Make yourself at home and let me know if I can be of any service. As concierge of the world famous Emerald Lake Hotel and Bath House, we aim to please.”

“Bath house, huh?” Jake snickered. “Didn’t they outlaw those dens of sexual perversion and deviance? Although a massage does sound pretty good after a hard day on the trail –preferably an all over body massage with special attention paid to my man muscle, if you know what I mean.”

This guy was a piece of work. His every sentence appeared tinged with sexual innuendo and perversion. I was really starting to like him. Shit, I would pay good money to watch this stud fuck a hot bitch. I needed to figure out a way to hook this guy up with my uptight wife – if his big cock couldn’t unlock her sexual passions, maybe she was beyond help.

Jake emerged from the water and picked up my smut mag, “You really like this shit, Curt?”

Loosening up and effectively already caught in the act, I answered, “Yea, I love sex, unfortunately my wife doesn’t – that leaves me at the mercy of the porn world and my well practiced hand.”

“So you masturbate a lot?” he asked, thumbing through the glossy pages.

“Pretty much daily,” I replied, again finding myself staring at his incredible package, seemingly unfazed by the cold lake water, immune to the shrinkage problems of we mere mortals.

“I prefer to find a willing participant or two to relieve my urges,” Jake said, adding, “A few of these guys could certainly fill the bill.”

Wow – did he say ‘guys’? Maybe he was referring to everybody, like ‘all you guys’. But wouldn’t he say gals, or chicks, or babes, or pussies, or some such manly reference. No way this stud was gay. With his looks and his giant package he could fuck any piece of tuna on the planet.

“Have you ever thought of cheating on your wife?” Jake continued.

“All the time,” I lied, trying to sound macho. “But honestly, I am a pretty devoted family man. I rely on a very active fantasy life to quell by my manly urges.”

As Jake thumbed through the magazine, his cock began to stir. “This is some pretty hot shit,” he said, waving the magazine in my direction. He was enjoying the same pictorial I had earlier beat-off studying.

Playing a wild card, I continued, “Yea, that little blonde is smoking hot.”

“She’s OK I guess,” Jake replied. “She really knows how to handle all that man meat.”

Shit, he was more impressed with the dicks than with the hottie. But who was I to judge, I was pretty fucking enthralled with those big dicks too – not cause I was gay or anything, just cause I wish I had a horse cock like those guys. But Jake truly did have a horse cock – why was he getting all hot over the two beefcakes?

Trying to ignore the obvious implications, I gave Jake the benefit of the doubt – like a driver of a fine automobile, he was just admiring the other drivers’ machines.

Putting the magazine aside, Jake gave his hardening dick a quick tug, “Oops. All that hardcore action is going to my head. I better set up camp and clean my fish. As thanks for sharing the lake, how about joining me for dinner?”

Still treading water, mostly to cover the embarrassment of my again hard dick, I replied, “It’s a date.”

A smile spreading across his rugged face, Jake replied, “I love first dates,” as he picked up his clothes and fishing gear, heading toward the north end of the lake.

Why the fuck did I say ‘date’? This wasn’t a date; it was just two fishermen getting together to share the fruits of their labor. I immediately regretted my choice of words, but as Jake disappeared around a stand of pines, I already longed for another view of his incredible banana.

As the sun began to set, the smell of wood smoke signaled that Jake was firing up the kitchen. Putting on a clean t-shirt and shorts, I grabbed a flask of 15-year-old scotch and a box of wild rice from my pack and made the commute to Jake’s campsite.

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