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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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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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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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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.

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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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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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Having only cum the once on Tuesday with Hunter, I was raring to go on Wednesday, unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for my jocks. I sent all of them test papers hoping to deliberately low score them so that I had a reason to fuck them all again.

However, it was football night and the seniors had a game of touch football with the freshers. While it was meant to be a bit of fun, it was taken seriously, especially by the seniors.

Spending the day doing my work and going to lectures, I started to feel like a normal college student again. Walking past the practice field at lunch, I saw the team warming up. Spotting Demarcus in his tight white leggings as he did his sprints, my cock lurched as his vast cheeks wobbled with each step. I needed him again, I thought to myself.

I got the three papers back only an hour before the match kicked off. Immediately I sent a reply back to Callum and Demarcus telling them that they had failed but there was no response. Though I was disappointed, it made sense when I learnt from Rocky that there was going to a party after the game.

Feeling a bit depressed, I decided to meet up with Colin to continue watching the Terminator films, we had got past the two good ones and were on Salvation. Sitting in his room and three beers down, I got a call from Demarcus. Apologising to Colin, I got up and took the call.

“Hey man, I need some help. Hunter said he passed the test with ninety per cent and I only got sixty. I really need you to help me go over the paper. Can you do a session with me tomorrow?”

“No can do, Demarcus, I’ve got to do a presentation by Friday, so I can’t leave my room tomorrow,” I replied.

While it was true that I had a presentation, and it was an important one, I actually wanted to get my rocks off now. My balls were full and my cock was already straining to be inside his magical ass.

“Look please man, I need this,” he begged

“Where are you now? I can give you my load then I can send you some more questions tomorrow and see where you’re tripping up.” I said.

“Aw man, I can’t do that. I’m at Jonas’s house party tonight.”

Jonas was the quarterback for the team. His parents lived locally in a mansion and everyone knew the parties there were wild. Obviously, I had never been invited.

“Hey, I gave you my offer. Either take it or leave it!” I answered shortly.

I had gone for the kill. Who didn’t want to fuck a hottie at a house party? As a nerd, I had never had the chance, until now, and I wasn’t going to let it pass me by.

“Fine. Meet me by the side entrance to his garden in half an hour.”

Though I knew Jonas lived in Lakeridge, the posh area of the town, I had no idea what his house looked like or if the side entrance was easy to find. So making up some bullshit excuse for leaving early to Colin, I hurried to Jonas’s house.

Luckily there were about fifteen cars parked outside one house. It was by far the biggest house there and I was dumbstruck at how large it was. There must have been over a dozen bedrooms inside.

Seeing a side passage to the left of the house, I crept up to it and waited by the door for Demarcus. I was still a couple of minutes early and I let my mind drift to the last time I was with the Latino running back and his jiggling ass.

My dreaming was cut short by the door opening and Demarcus peering around it.

“Get in then,” he hissed.

Shuffling into the side passage, I was greeted by Demarcus’s cherub face. He was so cute that it took me a moment to realise that he was wearing a French maid’s outfit.

My jaw dropped. The top clung tightly to his pecs and was cut off showing his toned tummy but it was the frilly mini skirt that had me drooling. It could have only been inches long and with him standing sideways to me, I could see that it barely covered his ass leaving his round cheeks teasingly peeking out.

“Wow! I mean… why?” I stuttered.

“I kırklareli escort have to wear it.” He replied tensely, “it’s maid’s night so all first-years have to dress up like a maid. Look you can see Hunter is too.”

He pulled me to the window and pointed inside. I followed his finger to see Hunter in an overly large maid’s uniform serving seniors some beer. Even on his huge body, it was too big and he had stapled it together. The outfit definitely suited Demarcus’s body better.

“We can’t do it out here as this is where people come to be sick,” Demarcus said, pulling my attention away from the muscly footballers in maid outfits.

“But we can do it in Jonas’s parent’s room. No one is allowed in there but you can get to it via the drainpipe.” explained the running back.

“Drainpipe?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’ll go up first and lift you up. Don’t worry,” he scoffed at my nervousness.

Leading me to the back of the house, I spotted a large balcony about ten feet above me. There was a drainpipe next to it with several connecting pipes where someone, who was athletic, could use them as footholds.

Nimbly, Demarcus started to climb up. Moving to the bottom of the drainpipe I looked up and immediately lost my breath.

Above me, two gloriously round caramel coloured cheeks framed by a black skirt were shaking wildly as the running back scrambled up. It didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear and I definitely wasn’t complaining.

Soon, he managed to hop onto the balcony and the show was over. I waited while he looked around for something until finally, he told me to stand back.

Moments later, a rope ladder came down nearly hitting me in the face. What a bit of good luck, I thought. Though my mind quickly changed, when I tried to climb. I’m not the most coordinated person but I doubt even an acrobat could have climbed that rope ladder any quicker or more dignified.

“You took your time!” Demarcus hissed at me when I eventually clambered onto the balcony. Unable to talk, I gave him the finger instead.

“I can’t get into the room so we’re going to have to postpone.” Demarcus continued, ignoring my response

“No fucking way!” I huffed, still short of breath, “we’ll do it here.”

I turned around, and, what little breath I had, was taken away by the view. You could see the whole town from the balcony. To the right was the university with the football stadium lit up for cheerleader practice. To the left was a golf country club where a big party was taking place.

Immediately, I knew I was going to fuck him while overlooking the town. It was too good an opportunity for me to pass up.

Facing Demarcus, I noticed not only was he wearing a maid’s outfit but he had stockings and heels on too. The light from the bedroom, though faint, was enough to see him in all his beauty.

While I had been taking in the sights, Demarcus had been silently biting his bottom lip and it only made him look cuter.

“I got to get back to the guys soon,” he muttered.

“In that case, if we’re going to do this quickly then you’ve got to do everything I say, without questioning it.”

He went to speak but decided to nod his head clearly unsure whether my demand to not question me had already started.

With his heels on, Demarcus was taller than me so I had to reach up to grip his shoulder. Adding pressure on him, he got the idea and squatted.

Though I had started to get hard just thinking of fucking him on the balcony, I wasn’t close to my full length. I looked down to see the way he had slicked back his hair. Running my fingers through the soft hair, Demarcus looked up at me with his big dark gold eyes

“You might want to hurry up,” I said, “we don’t want the seniors to see you on your knees, do we?”

Quickly, his hands gripped my jeans and he tugged them down. Opening afyon escort his mouth, he took my soft cock inside.

“That’s it!” I sighed.

While he wasn’t as enthusiastic as Hunter nor did he have the full teasing lips of Callum or the experience of Rocky, he was incredibly sloppy and, more importantly, didn’t protest when I pushed deeper.

With his plump ass sticking out, I took hold of his head and held him still. My cock was now at full mast and tickling the opening to his throat. I felt him gag but I kept the pressure and with a sharp thrust forward, I entered his tight throat.

Demarcus coughed and sputtered when I let him up. His eyes were watering but he didn’t look angry, in fact, he looked ready for more.

After I felt he had enough air, I pulled him towards me and obediently he resumed sucking my cock. Without any prompting, Demarcus soon had the head pressing against his throat.

He tried to deep throat me but without my added force, he couldn’t do it. Gripping his head, I let my cock find the entrance to his throat and then I drove forward until his nose was pressed against my groin.

Holding him there, I felt him tap my thigh frantically and I let him up. We repeated this over and over until he could easily take me balls deep, though he still needed a little help from me.

I knew that with another couple of minutes of his mouth, I would be exploding but his ass called to me. I needed to be back inside and watching those glorious cheeks jiggle.

“Get up,” I demanded.

After a little wobble on his heels, Demarcus stood in front of me. My hands went to his sides and slowly slid down the lacy outfit. I looked him in the eye, as I continued to edge closer to his ass. The feeling of being able to dominate a larger man-made my balls tingle.

He was biting his bottom lip again and let out a whimper when my cool hands slid up his skirt and cupped his large round ass. His skin was so silky smooth yet his ass cheeks were so heavy in my grip.

I jiggled his ass for a bit, marvelling at how much they wobbled. He was so sexy that I was sure my cock would explode from just fondling him.

“Now I’m going to give you my cum. Is that what you want?”

“Yes please, I want your cum… to make me smarter” He hurried to say the last part, though he couldn’t look at me when he did.

Grabbing his chin, I made him face me. Gazing into his golden eyes, I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. After an initial hint of reluctance, he sunk into my arms and kissed me back.

Breaking away from him, I told him to grip the balcony railing. As he had to reach down to do so, his ass pushed out.

Edging behind him, I admired how the skirt barely hid it. With more light, I could see that he was wearing a thong, though it was hard to see, as his large juicy ass swallowed the thin fabric. Running my hand over his cheeks, I groaned at the softness of them.

Spotting some lube on the balcony floor, I picked it up. Clearly, Jonas’s parents had done the exact same thing that I was about to do. Pushing him further down, his ass jutted out more spreading his cheeks and giving me a glimpse of his tight entrance.

Squirting a large dollop on Demarcus’s ass, I watched as it pooled around his entrance. Dropping my finger, I smeared it around before tentatively prodding his ring. He gasped and I pushed harder, penetrating him.

“Fuck… no, don’t move yet…” he breathed.

Using my thumb, I rubbed his perineum making him groan. After a couple of seconds, I pulled my thumb away and instinctively he pushed back inadvertently driving more of my finger inside his tunnel.

Getting into a rhythm, I began to finger him while awkwardly slathering my cock in lube. Seeing my shaft glisten, I placed it against his asshole and pulling out my finger, leaving it to gape slight, I then gently pushed, making Demarcus amasya escort groan.

I knew that he wanted me to go slowly so his tight ass could get used to my thickness but after his deep throating, I couldn’t wait any longer. With a firm shove, I invaded his asshole.

“Shit, that’s good!” I gasped while Demarcus just whimpered.

With his tunnel getting used to my girth, I slowly pushed harder wanting to spread the lube inside his tunnel, so that when I fucked him, I could fuck him hard. Moving my hands to his hips, I drove forward. His ass eagerly accepted my cock and soon my groin was pressed up against his round cheeks.

“So deep…” He grunted between deep breaths.

Pulling back, I could feel the lube coating my cock allowing my easy access to his clenching tunnel. Slowly, I began to fuck him. The light from the bedroom illuminated us so that I could see his big, light brown cheeks wobble each time I buried myself inside.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” I grunted, picking up the pace.

Already I was close to cumming, even without the amazing blowjob, his ass is enough to make anyone cum within minutes. I looked up to see the spectacular view, it was truly stunning to see the whole town while I was fucking a man the residents cheered for every weekend.

A noise from the golf club made me pause, my cock twitched as I tried to work out what it was and then a loud bang made both Demarcus and me jump.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed before we both looked up to see fireworks illuminated the nighttime sky.

I laughed, it was like they were celebrating my fucking!

Demarcus’s ass clenched around my shaft as if it was reminding me that he needed to be fucked. Gripping his hips again, I started to pound his peachy ass. His soft cheeks slapped against mine but the noise was drowned out by the continuing fireworks.

“Fuck, this ass needs to be spanked!” I grunted. Pulling my hand back, I slapped his jiggling butt causing the running back to squeal.

The faint sound of cheering wafted over the air and I couldn’t resist teasing Demarcus. Pulling his arms, I forced him towards me.

“Listen to them cheering, do you think they’re celebrating me fucking you? Their best running back, bent over, dressed as a maid and getting his phat ass fucked by a nerd!”

He moaned loudly and I felt his body flutter against mine.

“Not only is he getting fucked, this hero of the team fucking loves a thick cock deep inside his ass!”

Demarcus cried out, his entire body tensed causing his ass to clench around my cock. He slammed into the railings and his dick spurted cum all over the pristine flowerbeds of Jonas’s parents.

“Take it… fuck!” I roared. The added tightness as I pounded him made me unleash a giant load.

Shot after shot filled his quivering tunnel. I collapsed on top of him, my cock still twitching as one of the biggest orgasms I had ever experienced continued to explode inside Demarcus.

“Where the fuck are you fresher?!”

The bellow filled the air followed by two huge footballers in tuxedo’s searching the grounds with their phone’s torches.

Even in our post-climax haze, we both panicked and fell to the floor. My prick slipped from his slimy hole and trembled in the cool air as we waited until they both left.

With nothing to clean up with and neither of us having brought a buttplug, Demarcus used his phone to make sure he had no saliva on his face before rearranging his thong to try and keep my cum inside his ass. Without another word, he scaled down the walls to the floor albeit a bit slower this time.

Completely spent and satisfied, I took my time before I followed him, though a lot less successfully. I had pulled up the ladder so that no one would suspect someone had been up there. Using the drainpipe, I only succeeded in taking a load of wall plants with me and adding numerous scratches on my face and arms.

Sneaking around the side of the house, I was about to leave when I spotted Hunter talking to Demarcus. The larger man bent over and reached behind to pull a butt plug from his ass. I grinned as he gave it to his teammate who easily slid it into his creamy hole.

Those slutty jocks were definitely well trained, I thought before escaping back to campus.

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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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In Part 12…

Joe completes his move in with Doug and DJ

We learn what is happening at Southside Drug and Pharmacy

DJ learns the art of decorating for Christmas

Doug makes a sad confession to DJ

DJ Part 12

It’s Friday evening, November 24th, Jamie has to work until 11:00 PM and DJ and I both get off at 9:00. Typically DJ would go to the pizzeria on a Friday night to wait for Jamie to get off, but, for the first time, DJ drove his Tracker to work so has no need for a ride home with anyone. He has a new independence!

When the store closed at 9:00 PM, DJ and I both clocked out, and then Justin locked the door and followed us out.

“Justin!” DJ asked, “Did you see my new ride? I drove it today.”

“No, I didn’t see it yet,” Justin replied, “Let’s check it out.”

DJ led Justin over to where he had parked the Tracker, and was beaming as he showed both the outside and the inside to Justin.

“DJ,” Justin spoke, “you just became a more valuable asset to the store. Having your own transportation, you’ll not be dependent on others to get to and from work. If you’re needed to come in on an off day, or come in early, you can. If your Dad is sick or otherwise not able to work, you can make deliveries, and it’s a 4-wheel drive, in case of snow, you could make deliveries where other’s might not be able to go.”

“Yeah,” DJ answered, dejectedly, “if the store is even here. I overheard a couple of the girls, they said the store might close.”

“DJ,” Justin said, his hands on DJ’s shoulders, “those are just rumors, we’re not closing, and your position is secure. We are going to go through some changes, I’ll explain Monday night. It’s actually good news.”

DJ’s phone rang, and it was Jamie.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“I can see from here that you haven’t left yet, I can spot that orange Tracker from inside the pizzeria. Would you like me to bring a pizza home when I get off?”

“Sure, I’m a little hungry now, but in 2 hours I’ll be starved!”

“Do you think Dad will still be up?”

“Yep, Joe will be getting off at 11:00 and I know Dad will wait for him to get home before he goes to bed. Better make it an Extra Large, and Dad can let Joe know we have it coming, no green peppers or anchovies.”

Jamie, chuckling, “I know that, baby, see you about 11:30.”

I was home about 10 minutes ahead of DJ, and saw DJ’s lights when he pulled into the drive, and parked behind Joe’s car. I was scanning the fridge, trying to find something I could fix in a hurry for us, and for Joe, when he gets home.

DJ, coming in the back door, “Dad, Jamie’s bringing an Extra Large pizza when he comes, to feed all of us. Please call Joe and let him know.”

“DJ! You can call Joe yourself and let him know, you should have his number in your phone.” DJ saved Joe’s number in his phone many months ago, right after Joe rescued him, but had never needed to call him. He placed the call.

“Hello?” Joe answered, not recognizing the number.

“Joe? This is DJ.”

“DJ! Is anything wrong?” Joe is on high alert, having never received a call from DJ before.

“Oh, no, Dad, nothing is wrong and everything’s right, I just wanted to let you know that Jamie is bringing an Extra Large pizza home, to feed us all tonight.”

“Why, thank you, Son, I should be home around 11:00.”

“See you then, Dad, I love you!” DJ hung up.

Mike, noting tears escaping Joe’s eyes, “Joe, is something wrong?”

Joe, shaking his head, “DJ just called me ‘Dad’ and it just felt so wonderful, and natural.”

“You really have a lot of love for that young man, don’t you.”

“Mike, I’m a lot like Doug, I’ve never been married, so I never had children, and DJ has become my son too. Come January 14th, DJ will be my step-son, and I couldn’t love him any more than I do!”

“Joe, I have limited exposure to gay oriented relationships, but even I can feel the magnitude of love that is present in your home.”

“Thanks, Mike,” pointing to his own eyes, “sorry, sometimes my emotions get a little liquid.”

“I’ve always believed that people that never shows any emotions are somehow born without a heart, and you have a beautiful heart.”

It’s about 10:00 PM, DJ and I are sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Joe and Jamie to arrive. We had been discussing the ‘Mandatory Meeting’ but of course could not determine a reason.

“Dad,” DJ spoke, “I’m going to need your help. Next Monday, December 4th is the Rainbow Alliance’s Christmas Party. I volunteered to bring a big bowl of potato salad, but I have no idea how to make it.”

I answered, smiling, “Not a big problem, Son, I can make it for you.”

“Jamie’s mom offered to make it, and I told her, like I’m telling you, I want to make it myself. I am asking you to guide me, like you did for the pot roast, but I want to do all the work myself.”

“How many kids are expected for the party?” I asked.

“If everyone shows, there are about 50 of us. Gerry works at Subway, kastamonu escort and she said that she could likely get us a good deal on some of those yard long party subs. We collected $160 and gave it to her to buy subs, and most of the rest is potluck, whatever people want to bring and share.”

“The club has really grown. I guess that membership drive paid off. We’ll need to make the salad on Sunday, so you can take it with you Monday when you go to classes. If it’s cool, you can likely leave it in your car during the day, but if it’s warm, it may be better to leave it here in the fridge and make a trip back to pick it up before party time. I’ll make you a grocery list of what you’ll need to buy.”

“Thanks, Dad, you know I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“You’re very welcome Son, I think Joe is here, I just heard a car door slam.”

Joe walked in the back door and immediately stepped over to DJ, hugged him and kissed him softly on the forehead. Then he came to me, and kissed me lovingly on the lips and I responded likewise. He then sat on his chair, between DJ and me. We seem to have unintentionally claimed certain seats at the table. I normally sit at the end closest to the stove, DJ on the opposite end toward the bedrooms, Joe on the long side toward the den and Jamie on the long side toward the back door.

“DJ,” Joe asked, “do you have anything planned for tomorrow?”

“I’m working 2 to 9, why?”

“I thought maybe we could take the Tracker to my apartment, and pick up that table for you, and my computer desk. It shouldn’t take us more than an hour.”

“Sure, Dad, we probably could do that right after breakfast.”

“Doug,” Joe asked, “can we set up my computer in our bedroom?”

“I don’t know why not,” I answered, “but we’ll have to run a cable line in there.”

“I can do that,” Joe replied, “We’ll need it anyway, to connect to the TV.”

Jamie arrived about 11:20 with the pizza, which we all enjoyed together. I was elated, the feeling of our family finally coming together, and doing things like any normal family was astounding. Even those nights when DJ was at Jamie’s would be more tolerable, because my Joe was now living here with me.

DJ told Jamie about going to Joe’s apartment in the morning. Jamie informed us that Anthony wanted him in at noon to help with a Birthday Party in the party room, but he would get off about 9:00, and one of the other servers would close at 11:00.

It seemed everyone except me was going to have a busier than normal Saturday. Joe and I picked up the Pepsi glasses and cleaned off the table, the boys had already gone to their room.

Joe and I also retired to our bedroom. I’d been up early, and having been in the habit of going to bed around 10:00, but it was well past midnight, I cuddled up in Joe’s warm arms, and I think we were both asleep within about 10 minutes.

“Jamie, tomorrow night is Saturday, and we both get off at 9:00 PM. I still have those tickets for the Cinema, let’s take in a late night movie after work.”

“Gee, I don’t know baby,” Jamie giggled, “that’s two dates in a month, we might get spoiled! I like the idea, though, let’s do it!”

The two boys shared a passionate kiss, cuddled together and soon were in slumber land.

On Saturday morning, November 25th, Jamie had his alarm set for 9:30 AM, but woke up at about 8:30 with a need for the bathroom, and could feel DJ’s morning wood pressing against his hip. Just thinking about DJ’s beautiful cock caused Jamie to suddenly have a hunger for it. (When doesn’t Jamie have a hunger for it?) Jamie spun his body around and quietly pushed his head under the sheet, taking that lovely penis into his mouth.

DJ, waking a little, “Jamie, are you taking advantage of a sleeping man?”

Pulling his mouth off, “Maybe baby, do you want me to stop?”

“Not now! It feels too good!”

Jamie covered DJ’s cock back up with his mouth. DJ wasn’t in a position to return the favor, but wrapped his fingers around Jamie’s throbbing cock, playing with the precum streaming out of it, and lightly stroking it.

“DJ,” Jamie spoke softly,” If you don’t stop there is going to be a mess on the sheets!” DJ didn’t stop, he wanted to get Jamie off, and a little mess on the sheets was of little concern.

“Jamie, I’m getting awfully close,” DJ gasped, “I’m gonna shoot!”

Jamie tightened his lips around DJ’s cock, anticipating the thrill of feeling DJ’s load of tasty semen spurting into his own mouth and throat. When DJ came, it triggered Jamie to also come to orgasm. DJ tried to catch most of it in his hand, and threw off the top sheet and blanket with his other hand. Jamie sucked DJ dry.

After licking his hand clean, DJ spun around and took Jamie’s tool into his mouth, sucked it dry and licked it clean. The two boys then sat up on the bed. Jamie pointed to a rope of his cum on the sheet that had over shot DJ’s hand, and both boys laughed. DJ slid off the bed, kayseri escort got a couple of tissues from the box on the dresser, and wiped up most of it, leaving just a little wetness.

“Problem solved!” DJ exclaimed, “that little bit of wetness will be completely dry by the time we go to bed tonight.” Jamie grinned.

Both boys went to the bathroom and peed together, then made their way to the kitchen. They were the only ones up, so far, and DJ started a full pot of coffee brewing, then got the creamer out of the fridge and set it on the table. About 10:30 Jamie saw us oldsters head into the bathroom together.

A few minutes later both Joe and I came to the table. Joe grabbed two mugs from the cupboard while I placed a towel on my chair and sat down on it. Joe poured our mugs of coffee and sat in his chair. The boys looked at us suspiciously.

“Dad,” DJ questioned, “what’s with the towel?”

“Just a little precaution, Son,” I answered.

“Daddy Joe,” DJ questioned, grinning, “Have you been fucking my Dad?”

Joe, smirking, “I don’t kiss and tell!”

Jamie, grinning, “DJ, look at Joe’s face, he doesn’t have to admit a thing, He’s guilty as hell!” We all laughed, but I could feel that my face was flushed.

DJ, snickering, “It’s OK, Dad’s, if it feels good, do it!” (Note the plural on ‘Dad’s’)

DJ, rising and donning the apron, “I’m going to start some breakfast cooking. Jamie has to be to work by noon, and Joe and I have to pick up some things from his apartment. I think all three of us are working at 3:00 PM today.”

DJ has developed so much confidence. He cooked us all bacon and eggs, with toast and orange juice. He didn’t break a single yolk. It feels so remarkably wonderful, to have our little family complete. Depending on where the boys spend the night, we either have all four of us, or sometimes just Joe and myself. Either way it sure beats being alone, as I was for so many years.

After breakfast, Jamie excused himself and left the table to get dressed for work, and left about 11:30 for the pizzeria. I told DJ I would be happy to take care of the dishes, as he and Joe needed to take care of retrieving those things from Joe’s, soon to be vacated, apartment. Joe and DJ left the house about noon, and I took care of cleaning up the kitchen and did up the dishes.

Joe and DJ returned about 1:00, unloaded the table and computer desk from the Tracker and brought them in, along with Joe’s computer and laser printer. About 1:30 DJ left for work, I left about 2:30, leaving Joe alone. Mike would be picking him up about 3:00 PM.

Jamie, DJ and I all got off work that Saturday night at 9:00 PM. The boys told me they were going to grab some chow at Chipotle, then going to the Cinema for a late movie, and wouldn’t be home until late. I went home and fixed some spaghetti sauce with meat, planning to cook up some pasta for Joe and I when he got home, about 11:00 PM.

While I was cooking the spaghetti sauce, it came over me that we have become a very typical American family, two loving parents, with two teenagers, a family of four. Each family member with their own duties, and functions, but all loved by each other. The only thing lacking is that the parents aren’t married yet, but that will happen soon, on January 14th.

Sunday, November 26th was pretty normal. The boys slept in a little later that usual, as they came in rather late the night before. I have come to dislike Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday nights because I know the boys will not be sleeping here, but at least Joe will be here so I will not be completely alone.

When the boys left for work, both scheduled for 3-9, DJ also took his clothes for school. They left Jamie’s car here, and DJ drove them, and they would be spending Sunday night at Jamie’s house.

DJ had suggested, while they were leaving the shopping center, that they go by WAWA and pick up subs. Jamie told DJ that his Mom was fixing them some food, so DJ drove them straight to the Seldon’s home. Carl was watching TV, and Karen was in the kitchen, making cold turkey sandwiches, when the boys arrived.

As soon as the boys came in the kitchen door, they both walked over to Karen, giving her a warm hug and loving kiss, on the lips. She has gotten used to DJ now kissing her on the lips, in fact, she looks forward to it. Carl left the TV, and came into the kitchen and gave both boys a warm hug.

“Dad, Mom,” Jamie announced, “Come and check out DJ’s new ride!”

Karen and Carl both put on jackets and followed the boys outside. DJ proudly showed them the outside and inside of the Tracker. He started it up, so Carl could hear it purr.

“Where is your car, Jamie?” Carl asked.

“At DJ’s house, DJ drove today, and he want’s to show it off at school tomorrow,” Jamie answered, smiling.

Carl, hand on the steering wheel, “May I?” indicating he wanted to take it for a spin.

“Go ahead, Dad,” DJ answered, grinning.

Carl turned it kıbrıs escort around, and headed out of the driveway, while Karen and the boys watched. Carl drove back in about 6 or 7 minutes later, parked it, and turned off the engine. He got out, smiling, and handed the keys back to DJ. I think the feeling of driving it caused a bit of ‘youngness’ to overtake Carl’s mind.

“It handles beautifully,” Carl stated, “and it’s a pleasure to drive, Jamie, I think you picked out a solid ride for your boyfriend. It looks good, runs good, and feels good.”

“Thanks, Dad!” Jamie replied, smiling at the complement.

DJ grabbed his school clothes out of the Tracker, and they all headed back into the house. DJ and Jamie settled at the table, and started to devour the sandwiches.

“You guys lucked out,” Karen stated, smiling, “there just happens to be two slices of pecan pie left, with DJ’s and Jamie’s names on them. I kinda saved them for you.”

“Thanks, Mom,” DJ remarked, “homemade pecan pie is hard to find just anywhere!”

Karen pulled out the two dessert plates, sprayed on some Ready-whip, and set them in front of the boys. It was a perfect ending. The two boys consider themselves very fortunate, to be part of not just one, but two very loving families. So many young people don’t even have one family that is as loving as the families that these two boys have.

Joe just walked in as I was pouring the spaghetti noodles into a strainer. I divided the noodles between two pasta plates and smothered them with sauce. Our dinner is ready. Before sitting down, Joe hugged me from behind, and told me how much he loves me. We were just finished eating and his phone rang.

“Hi Mom, are you OK?”

Phone: “Joe, I received that photo you sent me. DJ is certainly a handsome young man, I just want to hug him and kiss him. I noticed your return address is different. Did you move?”

“I’m in the process, Mom. You may not approve, as we’re not getting married until January 14th. My lease expires in four more days, so I am moving in with Doug and DJ now. That address on the photo will be my address from now on.”

Phone: “It’s ok honey, I understand, I’m so anxious to meet my son-in-law and my grandson, I can hardly wait. Are you and Doug planning a honeymoon?”

“We are, Mom, we’re getting married on Sunday, the 14th, then flying to Miami on Monday, and boarding a cruise to the Bahamas on Tuesday morning, for 5 days. We’ll be returning to Miami on Saturday night, then coming home. We’re both so happy, Mom.”

Phone: “Who’s going to watch over DJ while you’re gone?”

“I think the boys will be fine on their own for a few days, they’re both going to be twenty by then. DJ birthday was on Thanksgiving Day, and we surprised the heck out of him! And Jamie will be 20 on Christmas Day.”

Phone: “Boys? I thought Doug had adopted just one?”

Joe, chuckling, “Well, Mom, it’s like having two sons. Jamie is DJ’s boyfriend. They’ve been seeing each other for about 7 months, and they are like Siamese twins. They are taking the same classes at Community College, they eat together, shower together, sleep together, but they don’t work together. They are both exceptional young men, and we love them both very much.”

Phone: “Sounds like a right cozy household, so evidently DJ is buttered the same way as you and Doug?”

“Yeah, Mom, we may have a rather unique family, but you won’t find a family anywhere that shares more love than we do. DJ has never had a grandparent that he knew, and he wants very much to get to know you.”

Phone: “Joe, I don’t want to impose too much, but, I don’t really want to just come for the wedding, and head right back home. I’d like to hang around for a few days, and get to know my grandson, and his boyfriend, and my son in law too.”

“I have an idea, Mom, let me check on some options, and maybe you can visit us for a couple of weeks. Let me get back with you, OK?”

Phone: “OK son, and please give my love to Doug and DJ for me. I’ll let you go for now, and I’ll be looking for your answer. I love you, Sweetie.” She hung up.

“That was my Mother, Doug,” Joe explained.

Doug, chuckling, “Really, who else do you call ‘Mom’, You sure piled a lot of information on her plate, do you think she can handle it?”

“Yeah, my Mom is pretty strong, and her heart is full of love, like yours, baby. I need to talk to Carl and Karen. Karen is a stay at home mother and wife, and I’m just wondering if they might like to have a houseguest for a week or two. I’m pretty certain they have at least one spare bedroom. I wouldn’t feel comfortable putting her up in a hotel room, all by herself.”

“Neither would I,” I agreed, “She could stay in our room, while we are on our honeymoon, and the boys would be around to watch over her. The boys could stay here every night for that week.”

“Our wedding is still over six weeks away,” Joe mentioned, “So we have some time to make plans.”

I picked up the dishes and rinsed them off, Joe and I retired soon after, cuddled up and fell asleep. It was Sunday night, so the boys were at Jamie’s for the night, and would be going to school from there on Monday morning.

* * * * * *

Monday morning, November 27th was a typical school morning, Jamie and DJ were enjoying Karen’s freshly prepared French Toast, with real Maple Syrup, and bacon.

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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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I had just turned eighteen and had finished my summer lifeguard’s job on Cape Cod in late August when I decided it was time to relax and take a trip to Montreal, Canada, a place that held a lot of intrigue for me. I am 5’7″ tall and 155 very trim sculpted pounds and I was very proud of my nearly perfect hard and firm male body.

Montreal’s “intrigue” for me included many things. I loved the city’s sensual openness, its numerous sexy places, its nonjudgmental culture and how free I felt there when I visited with friends there a year earlier. This time though I was solo and wanted to try some crazy even “hedonistic” things that I had always fantasized about. The first was going to a nude beach that I’d heard about and also I wanted to visit “The Village”, a very openly gay neighborhood that I had read about online in downtown Montreal.

I had no idea as to whether I was gay, straight or even “both” but I did know I was “gay curious.” I had dated a couple of girls and had some excellent sexual experiences with one of them. “Gay” culture though seemed so daring to me and so wild especially in Montreal, yet I suspected that I might possibly be attracted to “a certain type of guy” if the situation was right. I was quite naïve yet very curious about male gay sexuality and gay ways.

On this long weekend I traveled to and planned to stay my first of 3 nights in a motel in Montreal. That next morning I drove my car to a Quebec provincial park about 45 minutes north and west of Montreal where there was a well-known nude beach. I loved my sexy male body and the previous night I was in sexual heat while I shaved my body smooth of all body hair except for my pubic area. My reflection in the motel mirror had showed a quite good looking young man with slightly long bleached looking light brownish blonde hair, a great tan showing solid pectoral muscles and sharp muscle definition for a person of my lighter weight. I was also a fairly dedicated athlete and knew how to push my body to high levels of fitness. The thought of showing myself off “nude” was quite exciting to me, as I also knew that I would love to see other people in such a compromised and honest state.

After driving to the park, to reach the beach I had to walk almost a mile along a path and the water’s edge bordering this lake (which is on the St. Lawrence River) to get to the actual nude section of beach. It was almost 11:00 AM and this isolated section of beach was already very busy. I took my pack and towel and placed myself among the “crowd” of over a hundred or so nudists. I tried to fit in quickly by stripping myself of my clothes completely. I was so excited that my seven inches of male hood was terribly and embarrassingly hard, so I had to hide it by trying to lie on my stomach on my beach towel for quite a while!

Checking out all the people from my towel was amazing. Some people were there as couples, some individually, some in groups and some were clearly straight as well as many obviously gay men and women. Generally (I had heard that) nude beaches usually have some real scary looking folks but this beach seemed quite the exception as there were many hot bodies both male and female. French Canadians seem to stay quite fit and I find them very sexy. When I was finally able to get my erection to abate I was so hot that I needed to get into the water to cool off.

The cool water was so refreshing and as I looked around I tried not to make it so obvious that I was quite moved at all these sexy nude sights! One man came into the water near me and he was quite handsome. He had a huge cock and I wondered what it would be like to touch him or even kiss him. I was embarrassed to think about it with him so close and as much as I would have liked to have been approached by him I was still in the “afraid state” in spite of the crazy flashes of libido and heat I felt in my erection and in my head. I stood there “hard” in fear and yet in a state of want. I didn’t know “what” I wanted or needed but just being close to this guy convinced me that I was at least attracted to guys as well. I found myself in shoulder deep water masturbating and fantasizing about what it might be like to “be” with a man!

I got plenty of sun and by 3:00 PM my previously untanned areas were now quite red. The sun, the people and the sights had me on such an edge sexually and emotionally. I just had to learn and find out more. I drove back to Montreal and parked artvin escort in “The Village” area about a mile from my Motel. The sights were intriguing as I window shopped and even went into a men’s leather and sex shop called “Priappe”. This store absolutely stunned me as every male leather item ever imaginable was sold there including very X-rated male pornography, sex items, hot men’s magazines, clothing and much more!

There were whips, chains, collars, slings, and incredulous leather items in the basement level. I was intrigued by the kinkiness of this gay store and what was shockingly and apparently part of gay culture. My eyes were soon a lot more open than I would have ever imagined! I walked further down the street passing many gay bars when I finally gathered the courage to go into a place called “LAigle Noir” or The Black Eagle. Little did I know that I had just entered one of the most infamous “gay leather bars” in North America!

It was early evening and just after work for some and it was crowded around the circular bar. There were dark places in the back that seemed obscured by the bar area.

I wanted to “observe” and stay low key so I ordered a beer and fortunately the bartender did not question my age. I took a sip and a man to my left took notice of me and introduced himself. His name was Jacques and he was at least twice my age and greying but good looking. He was tall and solidly built but very friendly. After he bought me a couple of mixed drinks I found myself practically telling him my whole life story and admitted that I was gay curious and that was why I was checking this place out.

Jacques bought me another drink and I was soon a bit unaware of just how comfortable I was getting with him. He put his arm around me a couple of times in laughter and he occasionally was pulling me towards him. Once I felt him feeling up and gently rubbing my bottom! I swooned when he did it unaware how much I was finding this fatherly kind of guy more and more likeable and even attractive. After two more drinks I found myself cradled in his arms and a bit drunk while soon walking out of the bar with him. We were walking arm in arm through the nearby neighborhood and I was going with him to his apartment! How was this for being naïve!

I honestly expected a little more friendly talk and perhaps a drink or two at his place but it felt so good to be so wanted.

Jacques apartment was very nice and even elegant with many amazing photos and lots of art on the walls. The art was all gay in nature and I found the pictures of nudes, male sexual body parts and more obscure art to be very sensual. Suddenly Jacques took hold of me and I was being held firmly by my ass cheeks while being kissed deeply and hugged. I was shocked yet responded to his kiss with passion and like I had really wanted it. It was so strange how this first kiss from a man felt so “normal” and even right. I soon found myself willingly allowing him to unbutton my shirt. I felt a bit like the “girl” being seduced by a man and now I was allowing myself to be stripped of my clothing in the middle of his living room!

I looked at him and in a bit of shame I finally mumbled for him to stop. Jacques looked into my eyes and coolly told me to relax. “I know what you want and I know what you need. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you!” He said in a very assuring tone. I looked at him with a confused look yet I found myself believing what he said. I was trusting and surrendering to this man even though I had no idea what I had allowed myself to get into!

Now that I was embarrassingly naked Jacques looked down at my erection and smiled. He winked at me and spanked my naked bottom hard with his hand shocking me a bit. He laughed and I found this playfulness kind of fun. Jacques then led me into a smaller yet curiously lighted room that had large gay posters and a dark red light on the ceiling. It was now dusk outside and the room was darkish and in red and black light tones. He guided me to lie on my back on a high black leather sofa that lacked any arms or back and was in the center of the room. The leather was cold but my naked body quivered yet felt warm against it.

Jacques kneeled down next to me as he pulled up my legs almost cradling me like a child. It was almost like I was on some kind of religious altar and when he kissed me tenderly on the lips I felt like aydın escort I was melting. I soon felt him caressing my smooth ass and then he felt my anus with his fingers. The feel of his middle finger pressing gently against my anal opening was stunningly exciting and erotic. I immediately sensed what my expected “role” might be with him yet I felt a quick sense of panic and fear. I took a deep breath and never objected as I was excited in ways I couldn’t comprehend. I soon found him rubbing me down there with a cold and slippery lubricant that smelled almost pleasant. When his wet finger probed me he seemed pleased with how “tight” I was and I found his finger’s invasion magical causing me to gasp in disbelief and delight.

Jacques knew that I was a newbie to gay sex yet he was soon undeterred. He soon was throwing his own clothes to the floor and I saw him place a condom over his very thick and hard cock. I was about to be “broken in” like I had done with my girlfriend only I didn’t have the same arrangement down there as she! Jacques lifted my legs, laid forward and then kissed me as he readied me to be mounted for the first time in my young life. To say I had my doubts about what was happening to me would be the hugest of understatements! I wanted to say no but I couldn’t even speak.

My brain was spinning and my body was quivering. I was in a state of excitement, pure fear, anticipation and yet sexual awareness like I never knew before. I knew I wanted this to happen somehow down deep in my heart yet I never dared admit this to myself. My spinning head and conflicted emotions were soon replaced by the sharp excruciating pain of his forceful, yet careful entry into the very tight and yet unexplored region that is my anus. I was suddenly being penetrated by this man’s huge thick cock!

I yelped in a deep moan and my anus tightened in natural objection to this quite unnatural act. “Relax boy! I promise I won’t hurt you!” He said firmly. The fact is that it hurt very much yet Jacques kept gradually inching himself forward until his whole cock head was inside me. I wanted to please him in spite of my pain! He stopped momentarily and kissed me again with incredible passion. For the first time I truly felt the true need I that I had for what was beginning to happen to me.

Soon Jacques was rhythmically fucking me in short yet deeper thrusts. Though he was barely inside me my wails were filling the room and yet I no longer felt “trapped” beneath his large powerful thrusting cock and body. My hands which had been holding him back near his pelvis were now on his upper back and backside. Without any conscious intent, I was helping to guide his firm, hard, fuck strokes into my virgin ass and this unnatural act was becoming far more natural than I would have ever dreamed! My legs were bent back near my ears and I was so vulnerable and helpless yet this act was more than just the most intense time of my life. This somehow made sense and felt so very right.

I opened my eyes and the red light above me appeared to be a huge red cock! This must be some kind of wild fantasy dream or the image of what I was so focused on going on in my depths. I thought perhaps it was a dream until the next fuck stroke hit so deep and hard! I was holding on to Jacques for dear life as he skewered my insides and as I lay there I was actually cooperating and guiding his every thrust with my hands dug into and guiding his hard muscular ass.

The grunts, groans and wet sounds of man to man love were now filling the room as I felt his balls meeting my ass. This strangely signaled a most wondrous feeling of my success to me. I had taken him fully inside my body and I was thrilled and happier than I could ever remember. I hugged him like a crazed lover as he just drove his thick surging missile even deeper into my body and soul. Suddenly a searing pain caused me to growl out in panic as my insides ached and throbbed with each of his deepest and most powerful fuck strokes. I was learning quickly how painful it can be to have one’s prostate pounded and fortunately Jacques skillfully realized almost immediately what was happening to me. He lifted my backside with both hands and somehow his cock seemed to go further inside me until the agony slowly began to abate as his fluid and firm fuck strokes continued without pause.

Now Jacques seemed to begin to fuck me with a balıkesir escort madness and ferocity that seemed more like anger than need. I was holding on to his ass with both hands in spite of my complete compromise. Suddenly Jacques began to yell out. “OH YEAH BOY! OH YEAH! You’re SO tight and SO hot”! He grabbed my ragingly hard erection and began to milk me furiously. I was already so on edge that this additional stimulation brought on the purest of erotic madness as I began to orgasm in spasm after spasm. My head practically exploded and my mind was crazed in the delight and ecstasy of the rapture of this – the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. Sperm flew and flew from my cock as my body quaked in shuddering seizure like tremors. I knew instinctually that my lover was filling the condom deep in my anus with his own manly heat. I never felt more filled with joy and I never felt more heat and pure lust!

Jacques kissed me before he withdrew his cock from my ass and he left me there on the couch, naked, covered in my own sperm, cold and still panting and gasping breathlessly after my intense and incredulous initiation. “I’m going to take a shower” he said and he quickly left me lying there alone and confused after being so thoroughly yet so deliciously used. I just laid there in disbelief. All I knew was that I was no longer a “virgin” and being a man’s “boy” seemed incredible. I looked up at the ceiling and the red light was in the shape of a huge male penis! This was surely no dream! When I finally gathered myself enough to get up off the leather couch I decided to take a shower myself. Jacques was still in there with the water running so I boldly opened the shower door and joined him!

I found myself wanting to touch him all over. I helped him “soap up” and eagerly washed his back and his backside for him. He was my first guy and I was grateful that he had set me free to be myself. Now that I was “comfortable” with a man I knew from my girlfriend just what I should do next! I cleaned his “front side”, only I got on my knees and used my own mouth! Soon I had Jacques singing my praises as a cocksucker in spite of the strange taste, the oddness of the sensation and the fact that it was also my very first time! He was so big that I could only get his cockhead and a couple of inches of his thick shaft into my mouth and throat until he grabbed my head and forced his cock deep into my throat chocking me and making me gag.

He gave me a quick break and shoved his hard huge cock deep inside my throat again. I took as much as I could and sucked him hard. “Boy you learn quick!” he said matter of factly. Soon I found my back being firmly pressed against the shower wall while being penetrated repeatedly and forcefully into the depths of my throat. I tried to look up so as to beg some form of mercy from him but the shower and soapy water blinded me forcing me to stay focused on my task of pleasing him. Amazingly I think I must have really liked being so completely violated as I felt my own hard cock pulsing and even throbbing in the sexual excitement of being a well-used giver of manly pleasure! Having my mouth filled with his huge cock was almost as good as having him in my naughty and tight little suddenly quite willing ass!

Mercy came in but a few minutes in the form of a rapidly spewing mouthful of his hot cum which I struggled with and fought to keep from swallowing. His moans made the shower shake and his body shook against me like an earthquake. He then pulled me up and kissed me and greedily began licking and sucking his own cum out of my mouth! We hugged in the heat of the warm water. “Want to stay the night boy he asked loudly?” My wide smile and grin said it all.

I helped dry him off with a large red towel as he told me to wait for him to return as I stood naked outside the shower. He returned to the bathroom holding a thick, wide, black leather collar in his hands which he then proceeded to buckle and then lock firmly around my neck. “You are my boy. Do you understand?” He asked me looking deeply into my eyes. “Yes Sir!” I said respectfully and willingly. The collar would be more than just a symbol. I would not return to the motel. I would not want to leave his home until very late Sunday afternoon when I had to return to the states.

“My first man” would be the beginning of a steamy, kinky, unconventionally twisted relationship that would last well beyond the remainder of this three day weekend in which I would spend “learning my role” and as “his” boy! I would return the next weekend and on several more trips to learn more as my function and role as his boy expanded into truly wild levels of male erotica and sexual and sensual lust. You never forget your first time and my first man was very, very special.

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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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Chapter 8: In a Grain of Sand

The ride home gave me far too much time to think.

About Sid and Alan.

About boinking.

I started to fret. What will finally happen when we get home? Will I chicken out? Can something that big fit into such as small hole? Even worse– what if Sid changed his mind? Gravel crunching under the tires of Alan’s Olds told me we’re home. The moment had arrived. The car back fired; Alan babied the gas, keeping the old heap from stalling.

“Night Alan, night Lynn,” Sid said.

“Night you two,” Lynn giggled.

I nodded and got out Sid’s side of the car. Fifty yards seems like ten miles when you’re a horny bastard– I thought we’d never get through that front door.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said, locking the door. Sid’s shirt was still half unbuttoned and his the hair on his head stuck out, both heated reminders of what happened in the back seat less than twenty minutes ago. I tried to act calm following him into the bedroom, but I was worthless pretending. I fidgeted. My face grew hot. Sid calmly walked to the bed and sat down, patting his hand on the covers for me to sit next to him. I did.

I waited while he stared down at his hands in his lap. Now he fidgeted. Finally he said, “I think we need to talk about a few things first.”

Shit.

I don’t know as I want to hear ‘the Ballad of Alan and Sid,’ but I think Sid needed to tell me. He waited for me– I don’t want to ask. Please don’t make me ask, I think. But he sat mute. It was up to me.

“Alright tell me then, why did you sleep with Alan?” I hadn’t meant for my words to come out with such contempt, but they did. Sid flinched, cracking his knuckles.

“It happened a few years ago. We were here, at my house one night, partying with some friends. They all left, and Alan decided to crash here. I was drunk,” I frowned. “But not that drunk. That’s not why– Alan and I talked about being gay– what it was like for me to come out, you know, to my friends and family. What it was like going through school, knowing you’re different, but not understanding how. He asked me, you know, how was it different? In particular, you know, how was fucking a man different from fucking a woman. I told him a lot different. He wanted to know exactly how different. He asked questions; he was curious. Before I knew it, I let him talk me into it– some grand experiment for Alan. You know Alan, mister ‘I gotta experience everything once.’ He just had to know– had to know what it was like to fuck a guy.” Sid stopped for a moment. I didn’t like where this was headed.

I held my breath then slowly let it out. Before I could stop myself I asked, “Well, did you like it?”

“It was okay,” Sid said, wiping his sweaty palms against his legs. “The next morning, he wanted to know what it felt like– to be fucked. So, I fucked him. I did it… Shit, don’t look at me that way.” Sid rubbed his temple. “Yeah, he didn’t have to spend a lot of time trying to convince me. I wanted to. It was good,” he admitted, clearing his throat. “After, we avoided each other. Well, okay, he avoided me. After a few months, we ran into each other at the bar one night where your band was playing. We drank beer, talked and pretended it never happened. It’s been a non-issue ever since– that is until tonight.”

“Were you, are you, in love with him?”

“No,” Sid spat out the words, laughing a little too hard and a little too long. “Alan’s my friend. He’s been my friend my whole life. We were in the same class in kindergarten. I was there when he fell off the monkey bars and broke his arm. I used to jump off the other end of the see-saw just to watch him bust his ass. I love him, but I’m not in love with him. I fucked him because I was horny. Shit, and face it– Alan isn’t hard on the eyes.” Sid paused. “Yes, I never should have done it, but I did.”

“What I don’t get is you’ve had no problem saying no to me. Makes me think that Alan burned you, and you didn’t want to be burned again. I think you care more about him than you’re saying. You and Alan are just buddies? I think you wanted more from him–”

“No, you don’t have it right at all. Alan is my friend. He always will be my friend– and just my friend. That’s not just the way he wants it– it’s the way I want it. He’s not what I want. Not as a lover,” Sid reached for my hand. “I know you don’t think so, but Alan is an extraordinary person. And yes, he is extraordinarily good looking, but I don’t want him. I know who I want, and I’ve wanted him for along time. Even back then. I’ve waited,” Sid’s hand moved onto my thigh. “I waited for you. I want more than friendship from you. More than sex. But I’m not sure if you want the same. That’s why I’ve said no until now.”

“What if I said to you, I don’t know what I want?– what would you do then?”

Sid sighed. “You mean will I leave you hanging again? No. I don’t have the strength. I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“So fuck me,” I said quietly. “Please.” His hand moved up to my crotch, brushing my cock.

“Why don’t you take these clothes off, and I’ll get what we’ll need.” bayburt escort

I took off my shirt as Sid walked across the room to his dresser. He pulled out a drawer and shifted around socks and underwear until he found a few condom packages and a tube of Conceptrol.

“Sid?” I said. “You know I guess maybe I’m going be woman in this, um, relationship, but I’m not gonna get pregnant. Don’t you think that’s a bit of overkill?”

“This helps prevent AIDS,” he said, shaking up the condoms. “And this,” he said, holding up the tube, “protects against AIDS and will make my, um, entry much more comfortable for you.” He placed them both on the night table next to the bed. “Now, finish taking off those clothes, and then maybe I’ll let you watch me take off mine.” Fuck, I hoped I knew what I was doing.

Sid’s eyes never wavered from my hands as I unbuttoned my pants. I procrastinated, hesitating at each rivet. I rubbed my cock, tormenting him a bit.

“Lucky hand,” Sid sighed, rubbing his own crotch in return. I stood up, kicking my jeans off. I reached into my boxers and stroked my cock, taunting him more. “You do that very well,” Sid said. “You were pretty vocal the other night. But I think when my dick’s inside that tight little ass of yours that you’ll yell louder.” I moaned and nodded, hoping he’ll do just that, then slid my boxers off and lay flat back on the bed, watching.

He gave a show, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off. He has a beautiful body. Tanned pecks, firm abs. He works out. I wonder what he saw in my pale thin form. The only work out I got was jumping up and down on stage. He dramatically undid his jeans and stripped them off. He has on bikini briefs– red ones. His hard cock poked out of the top. I could see its moistened tip. My heart pounded in my chest. He pulled off his briefs, and his cock popped straight out.

I gulped. That is going to fit in my ass?!

I knew he was big, but shit. I mean, he’s not huge but looking at his dick– it was thick and hard and well, quite a bit larger than mine. He sensed my anxiety, closing the space between us.

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to. If you tell me to stop, I will. It helps to talk.” He laid his hand on my belly and massaged it. He reached over for the lubricant and put some on his hand.

“So, what do you want me to do, umm, besides try to relax?” I asked.

“Spread you legs a bit,” he said. I did what he asked. He positioned himself on his knees between my white thighs.

“Now, lift up and bend your knees,” Sid helped me move my legs. “There.”

“I’m going to use the lube on my index finger and thumb here,” he said, gently playing with the outside of my anus.

“Fuck. Shit, that feels good,” I said, squirming around, repressing a yell. Shit, I didn’t want him to think I was a helpless weenie beneath him. I mean, I knew he wanted me to cry out, but Hell, not yet.

“Sometimes this helps to relax, too,” he said, grasping my dick. He began to slowly, firmly stroke me while he moved his other finger around my asshole in small circular movements.

“Relax?! Shit!” I panted.

“Now, I’m going to put my index finger part way inside your ass. You okay?” I nodded, pressure and pain flooded me all at once. Sid recognized the panic in my face. “Push back. I know it may sound gross, but push, like you’re trying to push my finger out of you with the muscles in that tight little ass of yours.” I tried. He was right. It felt strange but good. “Yeah,” he said, “like that.” He slowly eased his finger farther into me. I panted and moaned. Along with his slow stroking of my cock, I thought I was going to explode.

He began easing his finger out then pushing it back in again. Gently in and out, each time a bit farther.

I gasped. Fuck what was that? “Right here,” he said, “is the prostrate gland. Some guys really like to have it messaged. Do you like that?”

“Yes!” I hiccupped. He used more lube and began again. My hands were clawing at the quilt.

“Now I’m going to use my thumb, too.” I couldn’t speak, just moaned in response. He knew what he was doing. He’d slow up on my cock, backing off, keeping me on the edge. I pushed back as instructed on his thumb and index finger. He brushed the spot inside me again. I felt like The Agony and the Ecstasy– Sid was Michelangelo, and he was painting my Sistine Chapel.

Then he wasn’t there any more. His hands were gone. He was reaching over me, picking up a condom off the night table by my head. My stomach did a quadruple back flip as I looked at his dick, calculating how much larger he was than his finger and thumb.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stop if you want,” he said. “Do you want?”

“No,” I said hoarsely.

“Hmm, I didn’t think so,” he said, unrolling the condom onto his cock. “Safe sex is important. Mmm.” Sid lined his cock up to my ass. I felt the tip of it brushing my anus. “Do the same as you did with my finger.” He continued to stoke my cock with his hand. “Don’t hold your breath. Instead, bartın escort breath in and out slowly. In through your nose, out through your mouth, okay?”

I nodded. He began to push himself inside my ass. Fuck it hurt. I kept breathing the way he told me. He jerked my cock off harder and faster now, using it to distract me from the pain. It worked.

“So,” I rasped, “how much more of you is left that needs to fit up my rectum?”

I felt Sid chuckling. I looked into his eyes then looked down to try to see just how much farther he had to go since he wasn’t answering me. I couldn’t see.

“Almost there,” he finally said, pressing into me farther. I was starting to see bright colored spots in front of my eyes. Fuck. “There. I’m in.” Sid didn’t move. I heard him panting now almost as hard as I was.

Then suddenly, a heat spread from my groin to my face as his hips pushed gently into me.

“Look at me,” he said, and my eyes meet his. I searched desperately inside their brown-green depths. I touched his face. The desire, the tenderness I saw in his eyes pitched deep inside my chest, my soul. He took his hand away from my cock, and he pressed the length of his body down on top of me. His stomach against me, sweaty and hot. The intensity of the contact shocked me. I struggled beneath him for a moment– but my eyes never left his.

All his weight on his elbows and forearm, he watched my reaction as his hips slowly undulated. I regained some of my senses. The feeling, so perfect.

“What are you thinking?” I asked. I thought I knew, but I wanted to hear him say it.

He groaned. “God, when I look in your eyes– I’m lost. Do you know how hard it is not to ram my cock hard into you right now? I’ve never lusted after any one as much as I have you.”

“Fuck me,” I whimpered. Pulling him in, I impaled his cock in my ass as hard as I could.

He thrusted in and out, white hot pain shot through me. Sid slowed and gradually the pain turned to inconceivable pleasure. I groaned and pushed against him. Sid’s arms trembled, his breathing jagged. My hands tangled in his hair, urging his mouth to mine.

“Wesley,” he murmured, and that was enough.

“Make me come,” I begged. He bucked into me. Suddenly I feared I would remain this quivering mass, stimulated to the edge of some black hole from which I’d never escape. I began pleading with him in nonsensical jabbering to ‘fuck me until I die.’ He obeyed, slamming into me, sparks and bright auras filled my vision. I shrieked, just as he promised me he’d make me do. As I came, wet on his stomach, I screamed so loudly I feared his neighbors might call the police. Sid answered my shudders and came inside me. He muffled his cries into my chest as I rocked his head afterward.

“So,” Sid said, gasping. “How was it?”

“It was nice,” I squeaked.

I closed my eyes. Yes, I was most definitely gay.

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I woke up looking at him looking at me.

“Mmm, good morning,” I said. “Sleep well?”

“Wonderful,” Sid answered. “How ’bout you Superman? Relaxed?”

“Every inch,” I joked.

“Ready for more?”

“I want to make one thing perfectly clear,” I said.

“What would that be?”

I bit the inside of my mouth. I almost said, ‘I love you,’ but instead, I said, “Come here, and I’ll show you.”

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I got up afterward and made coffee. We’d spent the most of the morning in bed. Sid was too happy. Not good. It’s been my experience in that when something or someone comes along and life gets too good– that life slaps you back down and fucks you over. Like Mom, Dad and Karen dying, or car hitting a llama, or getting stabbed by a mercenary.

Sublime happiness made me uncomfortable. Not that I regretted last night. I liked Sid… Yeah, maybe loved him. I know how I felt– maybe. I just had problems expressing myself.

I knew I was having a serious identity crisis– details like, was I human? Was the world out to get me? Was it crazy to fall in love now? Deep in the pit of despair, I hung on to a craggy ledge. For what? Hmm, to have sex? The sex was good. Fantastic. More than fantastic. I got hard just thinking of Sid– like some Pavlovian dog. And Sid wanted it just as much– it was like I was a bitch in heat, and Sid’s behind me, wanting to hump me all the time.

No, I’m not ready to let go of the ledge yet.

I called in sick.

Tabloid headline reads: Unknown homosexual couple boink to death.

We did nothing the whole day. Nothing except take off each others clothes over and over again. I wanted to go practice with the band, but every time I tried to get ready, my clothes didn’t want to stay on.

And I learned an amazing secret today. I never realized that Sid has a secret signal. His nose twitches every time he thinks about fucking.

…Oh look, Wes is leaning over. Twitch.

…Oh, now, he’s licking his lips. Twitch.

…And now Wes is scratching his crotch! Twitch. Twitch.

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All these years I’d been around him I just thought he had some kind of impediment.

Reality called at 8:15 pm.

“Sid? You remember?” I asked, sprawling out on the living room floor. “The card on the flowers? Um, did you find out what it said?”

“No,” said Sid, rolling next to me and nibbling my ear, “but it’s not hard. Just go to a translation site on the Internet and type in the code.”

“Why don’t you?”

“That means I’ll have to get up, and you’re so tasty.” I gave him sad puppy dog eyes, and it worked. He groaned and got up. “Now where’s that card?”

“Need the code? It’s in my head,” I said, walking over to his PC.

“Yeah, I know you remember numbers, but you aren’t some idiot savant.”

“Just come here and quit arguing,” I said, Googling the words ‘binary code translator.’

“This looks like what we need,” I said, clicking on the site and typing in the ones and zeros straight out of my brain:

011101000110111100100000011100110110010101100101001000 00111010001101000011001010010000001110101011011100110 100101110110011001010111001001110011011001010010000001 101001011011100010000001100001001000000110011101110010 011000010110100101101110001000000110111101100110001000 0001110011011000010110111001100100

Then I clicked on “enter.” The translation popped up in the adjacent box: “To see the universe in a grain of sand”

“Holy Shit, how’d you do that?” Sid asked.

“With my hands,” I said, wiggling my fingers in Sid’s face. “Okay, so I’ve always remember numbers, big deal. Forget that. What’s more important is that this is from my favorite poem and my favorite line from that poem– well almost. In Robert Blake’s poem the line states ‘see the world in a grain of sand’ not universe. Hmm, so why this line? Why this poem? Why Universe?”

“What if this message was meant for you. ‘The Universe is a computer’ and maybe you’re the sand,” Sid said.

Good metaphor, but as for the message being for me– I thought about that one. That would mean I was meant to deliver the roses that day, that would mean, the delivery van really ‘did’ break down. The card ‘fell off’ the bud vase on purpose. I guess it’s possible. But What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?

“Bacon and eggs,” I said.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I wanna make bacon and eggs. Get semi dressed,” I said. “We’re going shopping,”

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We’d just finished checking out when I saw him.

“Over there,” I murmured.

Sid knew immediately. He followed my eyes to the front of the store, watching him– my face betrayed me, recalling the twisting knife. Sid turned and said something to a cashier, then started winding around shopping carts, toward the main entrance after the stranger. I grabbed the bag and pushed through the checkout line and out the door after them both.

Another parking lot. At dusk again. Shit. And there was Sid.

His eyes were fixed on the stranger, who glared at me as I zigzagged through parked cars. Sid approached him fast. Instead of turning tail, the intense stranger started toward me. I turned and ran.

A first Sid was confused at the change in direction. He adjusted, feet banging over the hood of a car then pushing a shopping cart out of his way. He sprinted to catch up. The man who stabbed me spun around at Sid.

I saw it coming before Sid did. I yelled, “get down.” The halide parking lamp above us sparked on the same moment the gun flashed. The man who stabbed me fell against Sid.

I felt a sting in my arm. I was bleeding. In slow motion, I watched a man I’d never seen before with a pistol step into a black SUV and drive away.

Then, people gathered. I ran to Sid, who stood up covered in blood. The pain in my arm was trivial compared to the pain inside my chest. Then relief surged over me– none of the blood was Sid’s. I clutched my arm, catching my breath.

I heard sirens.

“He took the bullet for me,” Sid said, bending down winded. “But he’s still alive.” He looked at the blood on my sleeve. “You’re shot.”

“Yeah, I think I broke most of the eggs too,” I said, inspecting the contents of the white plastic shopping bag. “The shot went clear through my arm. I’ll be okay in a few minutes– it’s already starting to heal; I can feel it.” An odd tingling crept from my shoulder to my arm– like the springy sensation when my foot or arm falls asleep.

The paramedics arrived before the police. Brave guys. A shooting and they raced helping a man they don’t know, not knowing whether or not the shooter was still near by. For all they knew, the shooter could have been us.

The tall lanky haired medic noticed my wound, but the man lying on the ground in front of him needed him more. I felt the blood sticking to my shirt and knew by the time the medic got to me he won’t find a wound.

The police came soon enough. Two officers at first. And then two other cars joined them. They questioned the people milling around the lot. We stayed back, trying to avoid them. Then the cashier pointed to us. I had no idea what to say to the police– the truth? Who would believe that? They separated Sid and I. Me, I got a female officer, last name Byron. I decided to give her the condensed version of the truth– as much as was believable. ‘Hey, a man mugged me the other night and now we’re being shot at, and I don’t know why.’

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