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I sat cross-legged on the bed, idly flicking through an old magazine, glancing at the pictures but not really taking anything in. Through my open door, I could see my housemate in the bathroom down the hall, dancing and singing to herself in front of the mirror as she applied bright red lipstick. She was getting herself ready for a night on the town, as she did every Friday. She had on a pair of tight jean shorts and a pink, low-cut top that left her pierced bellybutton exposed. She stretched up on her tiptoes as she leaned towards the mirror and my gaze drifted down to her smooth, tight calves and bare feet. I’d never seen her do any exercise in all the time I’d known her, but dancing and partying had given her all the toning she needed for what was, undeniably, a killer body.

I felt a pang of jealousy, and tried my best to ignore her as she went through her ritual preparations. It wasn’t her appearance that I was envious of, I knew full well that when I wore my best dress, my cutest heels and my push-up bra I could give her a run for her money. It was how comfortable she looked in her own skin, how confidently she went about presenting herself to the world. Five minutes ago she’d been wearing sweat pants and a hoodie, and already she was applying the final touches to her make up. Most girls took that long just to decide on which underwear to put on, but she went to her wardrobe knowing exactly what she wanted.

I wondered to myself how I would feel, standing in a nightclub having spent only a few minutes getting ready. I’d probably be a nervous, quivering, self-conscious wreck – not someone who was ever going to be the life and soul of a party, or the centre of attention, like I knew my housemate always was. I could imagine myself pretending to look down at my phone in order to avoid interacting with anyone else, trying my hardest not to make eye contact and terrified at what people might be thinking about me. This was how it went on the rare occasions my housemate managed to persuade me to join her on her nights out, even if I’d spent hours dolling myself up. Most of the time she only made a half-hearted attempt to drag me along out of politeness. She knew we were very different people, and that she would probably end up leaving me on my own in the club in any case, as she went off to have fun with whoever caught her eye.

The doorbell rang, and she skipped down the hall to let in her date for the night. He was tall, at least a foot taller than my housemate, but she didn’t hesitate in stretching up to kiss him on the cheek. He grinned excitedly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the flat, not bothering to close the door. “I’ll just be a minute”, she said to him as she bounded back to her room to grab a pair of shoes. As she left, the guy noticed me out of the corner of his eye. “Hi”, he said, vaguely in my direction, before going back to ignoring me as my housemate returned, hopping as she pulled each foot into a pair of white pumps. She leaned against him for balance as she fiddled with an ankle bracelet, her hands grabbing onto his shoulder.

I inspected him up and down, as I did with all the guys I’d seen her greet like this. Like the rest, he was gorgeous, athletic, his hair was perfect, his clothes were immaculate…I felt the jealousy creeping back. She always got the guys I wished I could get. But they were strong, confident, outgoing – exactly like her, nothing like me. Why would this guy have any interest in some meek little wallflower like me? He’d probably already forgotten I existed.

The two of çapa escort them left the flat, slamming the door behind them and I could hear them practically running down the stairs of the building, eager to get their night underway.

“Bye”, I muttered grumpily at the empty hallway. As I returned to my magazine, the flat returned to the placid silence that would linger until my housemate returned the next morning. I felt resentful of her, for being what I couldn’t be and for rubbing it in my face like this every weekend. But I knew I would never do anything about it, this was just me, my life as it always would be.

I was submissive. I hated that word but I couldn’t honestly deny that it was a perfect description. I never did things, I just let things happen to me. Great, I thought, not just submissive but self-pitying too, what guy could possibly resist?

I realised I was wallowing in my own thoughts, it was going to be a long, boring night unless I found something to distract myself. I tossed the magazine back into the messy pile in the corner of my room and stomped into the kitchen. I knew my housemate kept some booze somewhere. It’s not like she’ll miss it, I convinced myself, she always has guys on hand to buy her all the drinks she could need.

I fumbled around in the freezer and found a bottle of store-brand vodka. I’d never been able to drink spirits neat, so I found a glass and poured some orange juice in first. I downed it as quickly as I could, I wasn’t interested in how it tasted, and I felt the effects right away. I made another, with a little more vodka this time, and took it back to my room.

Ok, I thought, I need cheering up, let’s find something funny. I got my laptop from the desk and laid back on my bed. Cat videos always made me smile, but then the words “cat lady” drifted up from my subconscious and I thought better of it. I eventually found a video of a bunch of guys parodying the film ‘300’. They were dressed in just hotpants and capes and were pretend-sword fighting in a variety of locations, occasionally yelling “Sparta!” at bemused onlookers.

One of the guys in particular caught my attention, he looked just like my housemate’s date, or at least I convinced myself he did. This guy, though, was practically naked and his shorts did not leave a thing to the imagination. I giggled to myself as I paused the video whenever he was pulling a pose. It had been shot in high definition, and I could make out his muscles in glorious, delicious detail. He may have been mocking ‘300’, but this guy would not have looked out of place alongside Gerard Butler and his buff buddies.

The video came to an end and without hesitation I clicked the replay button. I ended up doing this several times, and with each viewing the video became less amusing, but more arousing. The guys weren’t just hot, they were carefree and self-confident. They didn’t worry one bit about embarrassing themselves in public, as long as they were having fun. I was suddenly reminded of my own shortcomings and closed the video before I killed my own buzz.

I decided to watch a film instead. Inspired by the video, I searched for ‘300’, dimmed the bedroom light and wrapped myself up in the sheets. Thanks to the vodka and the guys in hotpants, I was already a little horny, and as I watched the slow-motion action of ripped soldiers swinging swords my mind began to conjure up all sorts of exciting images.

These guys were real men, I gushed to myself, they did what they wanted and fındıkzade escort they got what they wanted. They wouldn’t care if I was submissive or not, they would take whatever they needed from me regardless of whether I asked them, regardless of whether I let them. The feminist in me felt a twinge of shame at allowing myself this thought, but by now my feminism had taken a back seat and the thought remained in control.

300 men? There would be no point in resisting, I wouldn’t stand a chance. Better to give in, let them take me and not struggle. Who knows, maybe being submissive in the safe, sensible thing to do? I laughed at myself trying to justify my own burgeoning fantasy. I closed my eyes, ignoring the film, it had served its purpose. I pictured myself surrounded by dozens, fuck it, hundreds of men, closing in on me, reaching out to pull at my clothes, ripping them off. I imagined the sensation of countless hands grabbing my flesh, groping my breasts, pulling my hair, each trying to take a piece of me for themselves.

My own hands had already made their way down to my crotch and were tugging on the fabric of my pyjamas as I did my best to replicate my fantasy. I yanked the pants down to my ankles and kicked them off so that I could spread my legs as wide as possible, trying to get that irresistible sensation of being exposed and vulnerable. I imagined them being pulled to the side as the men surrounding me jostled with each other, stretching to get a touch of my bare pussy. I raised my hips from the bed, hoping to make it easier for them to reach me, giving them everything they wanted.

They wouldn’t be gentle with me, they wouldn’t care about my pleasure, only their own, they would be rough. I tried to mimic what they would do to me, and instead of delicately fingering my clitoris I began to rub myself forcefully with the palm of my hand. The tactile sensation was blunt and crude, but the sheer eroticism was overwhelming. My other hand reached up to fondle my breasts with the same brute force, and I kneaded and manhandled my own soft, fragile body without restraint.

I pushed two fingers inside myself, and once I felt enough wetness I tried going as fast as I could, pistoning into my pussy, matching the pace of my now frantic breathing.

But my 300 men weren’t interested in my orgasm, were they? They would never be satisfied with fingering me, I was there for their enjoyment, not the other way around. They would force themselves into me, into my pussy, into my mouth, between my breasts, rub themselves against every inch of my skin, and if there wasn’t an inch free they would stroke themselves with me as their inspiration. They would fuck me, hump me, use me all at once.

And then what? I thought. I was getting close to a quivering, breathless climax but I was still lost in the narrative of my own fantasy. What would they do after they’d all taken me, after I’d served my purpose and their primal, sexual aggression had peaked? Well, I realised, it’s obvious. They would come. All 300 of them would come, they would ejaculate in ecstasy and there would be semen everywhere.

No, not everywhere. On me. Every burst would land on me, all of it. They would all point their stiff cocks at me, at my face, at my breasts and they would coat me. The finishing touch – the icing on the cake – to their domination of me and my total submission to them.

This final thought sent me over the edge, and I felt my own pulsating orgasm as my vagina gripped down on eyüp escort my exhausted fingers and my body convulsed and twisted in uncontrollable pleasure. I heard the rattling as the bed rocked to my every ragged movement but I ignored it. Whoever lived in the flat below could make up their own mind about what was going on, I was too far gone to care.

Eventually I opened my eyes, the images in my head dissipating, and found myself coated not in semen but in my own sweat. I laid motionless, legs still wide open, crotch still exposed, waiting for my heartbeat to slow and my thoughts to return to normal. I should have felt shame, guilt, embarrassment at having such depraved thoughts. Most of all, I should have felt that same self-pity I’d felt barely an hour ago at being so submissive and so passive in my own fantasy – I couldn’t even be assertive and confident in a dream!

But it never arrived. Instead, the high I had felt lingered on, the pleasure and fulfilment I had discovered in my own submissiveness was a revelation. Why bother trying to deny my own nature? I would always be submissive, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be confident and secure in my submission. I decided then and there to embrace it fully, to finally be comfortable in who I was. Just the thought of it had given me the best orgasm I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t wait to explore the new possibilities I’d opened up for myself.

The following morning I found my housemate in the kitchen. She was wearing the same clothes as the previous night, but she was still fresh-faced and looking perky as ever. I allowed myself a longer-than-usual glance at her legs and ass as she reached down to find a bowl. I wasn’t a lesbian, and neither was she, but if she’d suddenly pushed me onto the floor and straddled my face, I would not have resisted, I would have licked her any way she wanted. No kissing, no foreplay, she would demand an orgasm from me and she would get it.

Wow, where had that come from? Was that the kind of random thought I should expect with my new mindset? I shuffled hastily out of the kitchen before the lust in my eyes gave me away, and locked myself in the bathroom.

As I removed my clothes, I caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror over the sink. I never really paid much attention to my body, the stack of women’s magazines in the corner of my room had taught me to never be satisfied with the way I look, to always be envious of their photoshopped bikini models. But as I allowed myself to gaze at my legs, twisting around for a better view of my ass, I felt no such inadequacy. Blonde hair – check; tight ass – check; perky boobs – check. Damn, I thought, I bet there are plenty of guys who would love to bend me over this sink and take me from behind. That was my second spontaneous sexual thought of the morning.

I stepped into the shower and peered out of the small, high window that looked down onto the street below. Normally I would close this window, terrified of being spied on while I was washing. But this time I left it open. Why shouldn’t I let people see me naked? If they want to use to me to get themselves off, that’s their right.

Their right? Okay, this was getting a little silly. I needed to regain some control over these wild ideas before I did something stupid. But I kept the window open anyway, and as a I washed myself I made a special effort to lather up my breasts thoroughly, just in case someone was watching.

By this time, I was beginning to regain some self-control, but I realised that these kinds of urges don’t come from nowhere, and that I would need to get myself an outlet, a way to express them properly. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body and skipped back down the hall to my room. I opened my laptop and typed “submission for girls” into the searchbar and, well, that’s when things really started to get interesting…

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I was parked in the lot of a park near the University of Texas at Dallas as the sun was going down. I would sometimes stop at this parking lot to stroke in my car before going home which was not too far away. I had also used the parking lot as a meeting place for hookups that wanted to suck my cock. It is a good spot, in that, the approach for cars and foot traffic are very visible and no one can really surprise you as long as you keep watching rather than closing your eyes while getting your tool worked. Of course, that is sometimes difficult.

Mine was the only car there until another small sedan pulled into the lot. I stepped out to smoke a cigarette and stare at porn on my phone. It was getting dark fast now. Dark enough that I had not zipped up nor fully put my dick back into my boxers after stroking some in my car before. I was extremely horny but had been unable to find an available sucker into car head (which is a big turn on for me).

After about ten minutes, I hear a car door close from the other car which was a good 100 feet away. A young twinkish white boy, clearly a college student, started walking over towards me. I was surprised because I had never been approached here before. He walked up and greeted me and asking if he might bum a smoke which I supplied. We started making mild chit chat and he asked me what I was up to and it was plainly clear to me that I was being cruised. I was thrilled!

I answered with “just hanging out here before I head home” and the tension was palpable. It was fully dark now. He clear saw that my pants were unzipped topkapı escort and I did not conceal that I had porn on my phone. I decided that fortune favors the bold and asked him if he liked to suck cock…which he replied with an enthusiastic yes.

I wanted him to get on his knees right there with my car blocking the view from the road, but he was too nervous for that. So, we got in my Corolla and I pulled down my trousers and boxers releasing my stiff cock. I’d been turned on for hours and the precum had been oozing for quite a while. My cock is a grower and was rock hard at its six and a half inch potential. Not the longest, but I do have some good girth and a well defined mushroom head. I was aching for some release and the wet spot on my boxers and the glistening cock head reflected that fact.

He leaned over the console between us and took me in his mouth. I drew in a sharp breath upon feeling his warm wet lips engulf me and I heard him moan as well. His tongue swirled around my head as he held me in his mouth and used his hand to squeeze out all the precum from my cock from root to tip. I love a sucker who likes precum because I ooze a river of it.

I checked around for uninvited guests while I felt him sucking and nursing my cock head as his right hand cupped my ample ball sack and he gently kneaded my balls. I breathed a little harder watching his head slowly go up and down. I ran my hand through his soft mop of brown curls and moaned with delight. My legs opened a little wider and I leaned the seat back a little more hoping that sweet mouth would take more of me in. He worked me up and down at a slow şişli escort steady pace twisting his head to the right and left from time to time. I heard him softly moan and his breathing increased. He re-positioned himself onto his knees so he was more directly over my dick. It was very clear that this kid was no newbie to sucking cock nor doing it in a car. I fucking loved it.

My left hand gripped a handful of his hair, an action he loved, because he throated me to the root. My leg shook with the pleasure of it and he whimpered his own. I told him he was such a good boy and a dirty cock sucker and his enthusiasm increased, It was clear that he liked a little humiliation and dominance which I supplied.

I pulled his head off my cock by the handful of hair and put his mouth on my sack. He moaned loudly and eagerly licked and sucked by balls. I pressed his face into my sack and pulled him off and onto my dick. His moans increased as my hips began to rock and my hand forced his head down onto me as I face fucked hm. His breathing increased and the slurping/gagging sounds uttered from him as I pumped his tight mouth. It felt so good to feel his face depressed into me and the tightness of the back of his throat as he struggled to yawn it open to avoid gagging.

I released him and he shot up taking in a deep breath. His watery eyes and wet chin enhanced the little wicked smile on his face. He loved the throat fucking. I told him that the three day load in my sack was his now to take. He lowered his head back down and draped himself across the seat and console. He surprised me because rather than start pumping my dick for that bayrampaşa escort load…he lightly and sweetly tonuged my cock head. The tip of his tongue flickered with energy at the hole and under the head. The sensation was electric to me. I squirmed and moaned in my seat. My legs shaking involuntarily as he worked it. All his skills were on display to me now.

I managed to look around again and the coast was still clear as started to pump and suck and lick and stroke my dick. The pressure and speed varied as well as the depth of his oral assault. Both legs were quivering now and my hips arched forward. My arms were spread with one hand on the door and another on the passenger seat. I felt the swelling beginning and I told him I would cum soon. His only response was to cup my sack again and start to pump my cock from tip to base with his mouth moaning and whimpering all the while.

Cries began escaping my tightly closed mouth as my orgasm approached. I cried, “Oh my God!” when the first jet of cum shot like a rocket from my dick coating the back of his throat. He squealed at the same time and my right hand pushed his head down deeper onto me. My left was white knuckled as the second rope sprang out and he swallowed as best he could. My body convulsed and trembled with each eruption and I tried to keep the volume of my ecstasy at minimum which was very difficult!

He squeezed my nuts as four more ropes of cum pumped forth into his hungry throat and mouth. I felt him swallow again and as the last rope exited me the tension released and I collapsed back into the seat. He slowly sucked me and worked out all the cum he could from my spent dick. I shuddered and trembled each time he squeezed the head. I sat there trying to breathe as my world spun around me. He gave my wilting cock one last head sucking pop and sat up. He smiled in the dark and whispered a thank you before exiting which I barely had the wind to return.

The End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

===

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason laughed at that; a real blokeish belly laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We both nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

===

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason laughed at seeing us kiss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

===

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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For those who regularly read my stories, please heed this warning. This story was written for a friend and is D/s.

With thanks to Blitzwing.

*

Stefan moved in to clean the table as the group headed out of the bar. Almost immediately it was filled with a new group. Friday and Saturday nights were regularly busy, so he knew it would be more of the same the next night. He trotted back to the bar to continue serving the seemingly never-ending line of customers. He liked working in this bar. Although it was predominantly gay, there were often mixed groups that enjoyed the music played there.

“Large gin and tonic, please. It’s really busy tonight.” The customer smiled companionably at Stefan as he placed his order.

Stefan returned the smile and nodded his agreement. He’d seen this guy here on a couple of occasions, but this was the first time they’d spoken. As he poured the drink, Stefan surreptitiously studied the other man. Where Stefan’s hair was strawberry blond and short, the other man’s was light brown and longer. It was too dark to see the colour of his eyes. But he presented a pretty enough picture so that Stefan would be interested if things looked likely to progress. He especially liked the way the other man’s smile seemed to light up his face. He decided he liked that look and would aim to see it as often as possible. As he took the proffered money, their fingertips brushed together and their eyes met.

“Do…ah…you get…um… a break here?” the man stammered shyly.

“I get fifteen minutes in about an hour,” Stefan said consulting his watch.

“I’ll be here. My name is Kevin.”

“Stefan,” came the reply. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

****

In his shower, Stefan cleansed away the night’s sweat and grime. He replayed the evening’s events. True to his word, Kevin was waiting as Stefan took his break. They had chatted comfortably enough. Kevin saying he was a departmental manager of a large store. And that he was single. Stefan smiled as he remembered that titbit of information. As he thought about the other man, Stefan’s hand roamed across his lightly furred chest to tweak at a tightening nipple. As one hand worked his nipples, the other began to stroke his rapidly hardening shaft. He wondered whether Kevin’s body was furred or smooth. His hand abandoned his nipples in favour of cupping his sac and rolling his balls. He thought of what Kevin might look like on his hands and knees, casting a sultry ‘come hither’ look over his shoulder. The hand working his shaft pumped harder, Stefan’s hips now snapping rhythmically into the tunnel his hand provided. With a grunt, his release spurted thickly on the wall of the shower to be washed away by the cooling water.

Stefan slept well that night, a lithe brunette featuring prominently in his dreams.

****

The next evening Stefan kept watching out for Kevin. The other man had assured him he would be in. Somehow Stefan missed his arrival. Instead he caught his first glimpse of Kevin in deep conversation with another man. Stefan knew the other man was a regular, but not his name. He realised he was getting agitated watching them. He growled angrily as he watched the man touch Kevin’s shoulder, elbow, side…

//Enough// Stefan thought angrily. He picked up a cloth to pretend to be cleaning and strode towards where the men stood. His anger was slightly appeased to notice that for all the touches Kevin was receiving he offered none in return. In fact, on closer inspection, he appeared to be trying to avoid them.

“Good evening, Kevin. How are you?” he asked smiling widely, as though he’d just noticed the other man.

“Stefan,” Kevin said, his face lighting up. “Good to see you.” The smile was warm and genuine and just a touch relieved.

“I will see you later? The same time as yesterday,” Stefan didn’t mean to make the suggestion sound like an order, but sometimes his English let him down slightly. He was Romanian by birth and had studied English only for a year. He was happy enough that the interloper seemed disgruntled that Kevin was pleased to see him.

“Yes, I’d like that,” Kevin replied in a husky voice.

****

Stefan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He prayed fervently that he hadn’t misread Kevin’s reaction. He spotted Kevin and strode purposefully forward. Clasping the other man’s hand he led him wordlessly upstairs to the least frequently used storeroom and pushed him inside, locking the door. As soon as he was satisfied they couldn’t be disturbed, he pushed Kevin roughly, but with care, against the wall. He had a couple of inches in height and breadth on the other man and immediately put them to use, standing aggressively over Kevin as he put his hands either side of his head, encircling him. He leant forward and was pleased to see Kevin wanted the kiss. Resisting the impulse to plunder this time, Stefan brushed lightly over Kevin’s lips once…twice…then crushed their lips together. As Kevin’s mouth opened on a soft ‘oh’ Stefan dominated the kiss. His tongue swept unchallenged into the warm wet cavern, tasting and possessing imperiously.

He slid his hands under Kevin’s t-shirt finding smooth, warm skin. kağıthane escort He caressed the soft belly before moving upwards and entrapping both nipples, delighted to find one was pierced and sporting a ring which he tugged on firmly as he continued to ravish Kevin’s mouth. The resultant thrust of slender hips and the bulge that pressed against Stefan’s thigh told the blond all he needed to know. He dropped a hand to Kevin’s groin and cupped the hardness he felt. He broke the kiss, stared into Kevin’s desire-darkened eyes and squeezed the cloth-concealed swollen flesh.

“Please,” Kevin begged. “Oh, God..yes…please.”

Stefan was squeezing rhythmically. He growled at the pleading tone from the other man. He unsnapped and unzipped, pushing the pants to pool around Kevin’s ankles. Impatiently he shoved the briefs to mid-thigh. Kevin’s cock sprang free to fit comfortably in Stefan’s hand. An inch or so smaller than Stefan’s own, cut and curling slightly to the left. He swung the unresisting man to stand with his back against Stefan’s chest.

“Lean back against me,” Stefan commanded and was obeyed immediately. One hand continued to fist hard flesh, the other tugged on the nipple ring. Kevin moaned mindlessly as Stefan manipulated his body. The blond bent to kiss and bite gently at Kevin’s throat, the darker man angling his neck for more of the pleasurable sensations. As Kevin writhed in his arms, Stefan felt his own shaft throb. Briefly relinquishing his hold on the nipple-ring, Stefan freed his aching dick. He pushed it along the cleft of Kevin’s ass and left it to nestle there as he resumed his erotic torture of the pierced nub.

“Yes,” Kevin murmured, feeling the hard flesh push up and down between his buttocks. He ground back shamelessly, lost in sensation. A twist to his nipple coincided with a hard pull on his swollen flesh. “Oh, God, comingcomingcoming,” he babbled. His cream pulsed free from his body and he felt Stefan’s hand drop from his nipple to his hip.

“Good boy,” Stefan growled, as he milked the other man. He then pushed Kevin to bend a little at the waist and jacked furiously at his own dick, coming in creamy strands across Kevin’s lower back and taut cheeks. He pulled the smaller man back to his chest and held him as their breathing gradually slowed. He reached for the towel he’d purposely left and cleansed both Kevin and himself. He also wiped the evidence from the floor. Dropping the towel to one side, he wrapped an arm around Kevin’s waist and drew him into a tight embrace. The hazel eyes were still pleasure-dazed and Stefan kissed the red, inviting lips.

“Next time I want you naked.” He relished the shiver of anticipation that the words engendered. The hazel orbs darkened and focussed on him.

“I’d like that,” Kevin said throatily. “Are you working tomorrow? If not would you like to meet for lunch, maybe spend the afternoon together?”

“I do not work Sundays or Mondays,” Stefan said, sucking slowly on a succulent morsel of neck and shoulder. “Tell me where and what time.”

****

Lunch was leisurely, the food good, the wine palatable, but the company was the most enjoyable of all. Kevin was easy to talk to and a good listener. Stefan told him of his decision to move to England, of his qualifications, the difficulty getting work commensurate with his studies in Hospitality Management. It meant that during the day for five days, Stefan had a waiting job and Thursday to Saturday that job was supplemented by the bar-work. Despite the difficulties in obtaining a position which reflected his degree, Stefan still enjoyed the work he did. He was, however, taking some additional studies using distance learning to move on. They found they had a similar sense of humour and the time slipped by quickly. As it did, their hands began to touch, fleeting fingertip contact becoming lengthier caresses.

“Would you like to come home with me?” Kevin asked.

The uncertainty in the hazel eyes make Stefan want to catch hold tightly to the hand that gently grazed across the back of his knuckles and kiss it reassuringly. Instead he locked his smouldering sapphire gaze on the sienna orbs and smiled.

“I would love to,” he answered honestly.

****

Stefan caught his breath at the luxury apartment on the city centre limits that Kevin took him to. A concierge sat and nodded at Kevin as the two men entered and, as they rode up in the lift, Kevin explained that the desk was manned 24/7. There was also a security guard in the back who monitored comings and goings. Five stories later, Stefan was entering the apartment itself. The living room was probably as big as his entire flat. Three walls were cream coloured, the fourth was glass, home to large French windows leading onto a balcony. There was a reclining seat and table outside and in front of the glass, a wooden dining table and chairs. The sumptuous suite was coffee-coloured leather, cushions, throws and rugs ranged from black to cream and it spoke of taste and wealth. The kitchen was partially obscured by a wall, but Stefan took in the breakfast bar and the blue and white of the cupboards beyond.

“Through there, Kevin etiler escort said indicating a door to Stefan’s right. “First left bathroom, second left, guest bedroom, first right master bedroom, second right a small office and at the end of the hall is a cupboard space for hanging coats and storing things. You like it?” he added, looking anxiously at the blond.

“It is quite magnificent,” Stefan nodded. “Very nice.”

“Can I offer you anything?” Kevin’s voice had become rougher, huskier and it immediately caught Stefan’s attention. “Coffee, beer … me?”

Stefan sauntered over to him and reached to stroke a smooth cheek. He pulled Kevin into a one armed hug as he smoothed a few stray hairs from the beautiful face.

“I thought you would never ask,” he grinned, dropping a kiss to Kevin’s nose. Then he crushed their mouths together in a hard, possessive kiss. “Here? Bedroom?” he growled.

“Please, Stefan, please,” Kevin moaned.

“What, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“You, Stefan. Take control? Please?”

Stefan rumbled as he mouthed at Kevin’s throat, the brunette having dropped his head back to offer easy access. Stefan was dominant without ever becoming a Dom and had bedded submissive partners without them being a sub. At the moment, he wasn’t sure just what it was Kevin needed, but he could certainly take control.

“Bedroom, now,” he rasped. He followed the other man into the master bedroom and swept his gaze around the room. The same cream and chocolate theme was evident in the light walls and dark, silken bedding. One wall was mirrored and clearly housed the wardrobe and the bed was king-sized. Unthinkingly Stefan licked his lips as he eyed the expanse of mirror and then turned a predatory eye on Kevin who stood, body visibly thrumming with anticipation and eyes darkened with desire. “Strip…slowly,” he growled. He stood watching as the other man disrobed, admiring each new piece of skin that was revealed. Kevin’s chest was lightly haired and the golden nipple-ring glinted enticingly. The skin of his abdomen was smooth, but a dark treasure trail led to a nest of curls that adorned the hard flesh Stefan had already touched. Flesh that was now erect, red and wet. “Turn around,” Stefan commanded. “Stop,” he barked as Kevin completed an 180° turn. He gazed at Kevin, devouring him with his eyes. “Bend forward, spread yourself,” he husked. He bit back a moan of appreciation as he was instantly obeyed. “Good boy. Get on the bed, on your back. Put a pillow under your hips. I want your arms above your head and your legs spread wide. Go.”

Kevin couldn’t stop the whimper as he did as commanded. He felt vulnerable yet safe. He was certain he could trust Stefan with the gift of his submission.

“Can you see me?” Stefan’s voice reached his ears and Kevin moved his head.

“Yes, sir,” he whispered throatily.

“Watch me,” Stefan purred. The blond knew he had a good body and he exercised to keep himself in condition. His muscles were well-defined without being overly-so. He had close to wash-board abs and was justifiably proud of the way his body looked. He posed for Kevin, allowing his hands to tease at his body, watching as the other man began to writhe his hands clenching and unclenching, before stalking to the bed. He knelt over Kevin, his cock hard and dripping, just millimetres from the other man’s mouth.

“Please, sir, please,” Kevin begged, his eyes never leaving the erect organ so close yet so far from his lips.

“Tell me what you want,” Stefan ordered.

“Let me suck you?” he asked, glancing briefly at the blond.

Stefan said nothing, but nudged at Kevin’s lips and slid inside as the smaller man opened to him. Languidly Stefan rocked his hips as he felt Kevin’s tongue swirl over his hardness, licking, sucking and probing at his slit. He made small sounds of appreciation before slowly withdrawing. He moved to lie between Kevin’s spread thighs. He ran his fingers up and down the splayed limbs, watching as Kevin trembled and gasped. His lover’s erection rolled languorously over his abdomen leaving silver trails of need in its wake. Stefan bent to taste them and gave a growl of approval. He heard the barely-there whimpers and raised his head to lean inches from Kevin’s face.

“Tell me you want my mouth,” Stefan husked.

“Yes … oh, God yes, please, sir,” Kevin pleaded.

“Here?” Stefan teased, nipping at an earlobe. “Or here?” he tugged at the nipple-ring. “Maybe here?” he nipped a satiny inner-thigh. “Or here,” he rasped, enveloping the turgid flesh to the root to a scream of delight that had his own flesh surging in empathy. Engrossed in pleasuring his new lover, Stefan was only vaguely aware of a barely-heard ‘please’. He continued to bob up and down, sucking hard and suddenly found his mouth filled with Kevin’s salty elixir. He swallowed rapidly, massaging his lover’s balls to milk every drop of Kevin’s crème. It was only as Kevin’s climax began to recede that Stefan registered what his lover was saying.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Stefan looked at Kevin with concern.

“You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it. What is wrong?” Stefan didn’t like the frightened beyoğlu escort look on his lover’s face. This was not good.

“You didn’t give me permission to come,” Kevin whispered.

“Is that what you would have preferred?” Stefan asked. “I am not a Dom, Kevin. I would not presume to have forbidden you to enjoy what we were doing, not unless you specifically asked me to do so. Even if I had, I would not want you looking so afraid of me. I want to share pleasure with you. I hoped we may have a relationship. Please, Kevin, talk to me.” Stefan sensed that his lover would find it easier to talk if he felt secure. He moved to hug Kevin tightly and cradle his head. He felt the darker man nestle a little closer and was reassured by the action. He stroked Kevin’s back in an attempt to coax him to talk.

“I like being told what to do,” Kevin whispered. “I like putting myself in my partner’s hands, mild bondage and spanking, but not pain. My last boyfriend seemed to like the same things. Then he started ringing me and leaving me kneeling naked for longer and longer. When he spanked me it was hard and painful and he would still take me, sometimes ignoring the safeword I used, saying I was too soft and needed toughening up. I had to be naked as soon as he arrived, not look directly at him and call him ‘sir’. I was forbidden to come until he said and he was angry if I failed. Sometimes my punishment was to be tied to the bed, putting a cock-ring on me once he got me hard again and keeping me unfulfilled as he pleasured himself over and over. I began to realise that if he didn’t get me hard before we started, I wouldn’t harden because I wasn’t enjoying it any more. He was furious when I broke off the relationship and it’s taken a long time for me to try again.” The sigh was deep and heartfelt. “If you want to leave, I’ll understand. I’m such a screw-up. I’ve ruined everything.”

“Nothing’s ruined, baby,” Stefan murmured, nuzzling at soft, brown hair. “You are not a screw-up. Let’s take this slowly and make sure we do what’s good for us both. You like my mouth on your cock, what about your nipples? What else do you like?”

“I love my nipples being played with, mouth or fingers,” Kevin said throatily. “I like love bites, not bruising my throat, but discreet. I like knowing my lover has marked me … oh yeah,” Kevin’s words dissolved into a moan of appreciation as Stefan rolled him onto his back, pinched one nipple whilst sucking at his shoulder.

“What else?” Stefan growled.

“Rim…rimming,” Kevin panted, as his lover bit gently at his neck.

“Roll over,” Stefan’s voice was a dark, sensuous purr and the sinful sound had Kevin trembling with anticipation. “Pillow your head on your hands; you will be in this position for a while.”

Stefan let a finger tease Kevin’s cleft, stroking the soft skin hidden there. Kevin reacted immediately, gasping, eager and willing. Stefan wanted to make him writhe and squirm, and beg for more. He also loved the idea of controlling him this way, to make the smaller man go wild just with his tongue. Stefan firmly cupped Kevin’s cheeks, kneading the hot flesh, and ran a thumb down between them again. This time he spread the cheeks, displaying his lover. Stefan relished the moan and the already shaking legs. He held Kevin open, doing nothing but devouring him with his eyes. The sight of his lover totally spread open arousing him further.

Suddenly the blond needed so much more. He grasped Kevin’s hips in a tight grip, and his tongue caressed the cleft as a prelude for what was to come. He could feel Kevin shaking with eager anticipation under his hands, trying not to push back. It was Stefan in control. Stefan’s tongue teased his lover and left a wet path along his exposed skin. The blond licked around his lover’s opening and his hands cupped Kevin’s cheeks again, pulling them apart, granting him easy access. He moved slowly, licking and lapping, and didn’t allow Kevin’s moans to dictate the pace. The brunette was just so responsive, and Stefan felt his own cock getting harder and harder.

Kevin knew his role was to take, to let himself go. To submit not only to Stefan, but to the pleasure he was going to give him. Slowly he relaxed into the lovemaking, trusting the man whose tongue was giving him so much delight. He moaned softly and felt one of Stefan’s hands caress his cheek lovingly, gently. He relaxed further.

Stefan felt the conscious submission and probed gently inside his lover. He knew how his lips and tongue would feel on the delicate skin and took advantage of it. His tongue pushed back and forth, licking across the smaller man’s opening in soft, warm, wet strokes. He lavished undivided attention on this special part of his mate. Stefan felt the growing strain in Kevin’s body. The brunette wanted to rock back hard and take more of his lover’s tongue in him, his moans coming from deep within his throat. Stefan could feel the further relaxing of his lover’s inner muscle, opening to him more, allowing him to gain even deeper access. Kevin also spread his legs even wider- if that was possible. He looked and sounded so wanton like this, Stefan loved it, and a growl escaped his throat. One hand abandoned his lover’s cheek and travelled between his thighs. Kevin was rock hard again, and Stefan could feel pre-come on his cock. When he caressed the tip, Kevin bucked against him and called his name in a throaty rasp. Stefan’s tongue pulled away for a moment, making Kevin groan in frustration.

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“I think we should wait, Stephen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s fun,” he said.

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

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

“You haven’t complained.”

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

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

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

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

“I suppose.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Like a wild bear?”

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

“Tamed?”

“Tamed … by you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Back together?” I asked a bit piqued.

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

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

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

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

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3 Power Corrupts

The big, golden male gazed enraptured at the lithe brunette who straddled him. As often as they shared their bodies, it still awed the older man that all this beauty was his and his alone. The dark tresses framed an angelic face, flushed and damp from their lovemaking. The expressive, espresso eyes were closed and the red, kiss-swollen lips open as the younger man panted at his exertions or mewled his pleasure. It was a sight that never failed to take Vincent’s breath away. He reached to caress the smooth chest and gently tug at the tight, dark nipples, earning a low moan of appreciation. Keeping up the stimulation to his mate’s sensitive nubs, he let his other hand ghost over satin-soft thighs to drift ever closer to the slender, rosy-hued erection that wept its desire. He thumbed a drop and brought it to his lips and groaned at the salty-sweet taste of his lover that exploded over his tongue. He began a slow stroke in time with his beloved’s movements as Wyl rode Vincent’s throbbing rod.

“So beautiful, angel,” Vincent husked. “So good, so tight.”

“Love to feel you in me, Vincent,” Wyl panted, locking his scorching sienna orbs on his mate’s of smouldering sapphire. “Come in me, make me come.”

“Come for me, my Own,” Vincent growled.

The deep, possessive, commanding tones, accompanied by a series of rapid, feral thrusts against Wyl’s jewel, were an irresistible combination. He threw back his head with a cry of his lover’s name and his crème pulsed white and hot against Vincent’s lightly furred stomach and chest. He heard the roar of his name as his channel contracted around the rigid flesh impaling him and then the wet heat of his lover’s seed filled him. Wyl felt himself rolled with preternatural speed as the last of his orgasm ebbed away. Then he moaned and shuddered as Vincent’s fangs pierced his throat. The erotic caress triggered a second smaller climax and Wyl whimpered in Vincent’s embrace.

“Feed from me, Mine,” Vincent whispered as he tenderly positioned Wyl’s head. He closed his eyes in pleasure at the sensation of the younger male’s delicate suckling.

Wyl felt Vincent’s powerful essence in every cell as he tasted his mate’s blood. It seemed to flood his senses, threatening to overwhelm him. It would take many years for him to become accustomed to Vincent’s potent elixir. He felt his mate’s gentle touches soothing him and he tried to burrow deeper into the protective arms as he licked closed the tiny wounds.

“I love you so much, Vincent,” Wyl sighed as he nestled against the bigger body. His sated body was relaxing in the languid afterglow, leaving him drowsy and lowering his defences.

“Sleep, my love,” Vincent crooned. “We have a busy time ahead of us.”

“Seamus mentioned you and Yasmin were…close,” Wyl whispered. The tiny niggle of doubt that had rooted in his heart had finally blossomed into anxiety now they were so close to meeting this woman from his mate’s past. He felt his head tilted and he gazed into Vincent’s warm eyes.

“What I shared with her as opposed to what I have with you would be like comparing the heat of a candle to that of the sun. I have had lovers, my Own, but she is not one of them. By the time I met her, the call to find my Chosen was strong. We enjoyed each other’s company not our bodies. I could not give her what she wanted and would not take advantage of her.”

“I’m glad you kept looking,” Wyl whispered, burying his head into the crook of Vincent’s neck and shoulder.

“Never doubt your place at my side,” Vincent rumbled. “You are my Chosen, the other half of my soul. I will love you, and only you, for eternity. The years I waited to find you were worth the emptiness now that I have you to fill my arms, my heart, my soul. Seamus has contacted her to let her know I have found you and we are Bonded. Yasmin is a very talented spell-caster and we will need her expertise to deal with our new challenge. Sleep now, my angel.”

Wyl snuggled closer, Vincent’s words banishing the last of the worry that had plagued him. He loved the bigger vampire more than he could ever express in mere words, but Vincent had found the ones to assure him he was loved as much in return. He let the thought ease him into sleep.

****

As Seamus drove the silver Mercedes slowly up the impressive driveway to the magnificent villa Yasmin owned, Wyl stared at it with wide eyes. It was a single-story, white stucco building. A veranda encircled it, its roof supported by pillars in matching coral pink. Red bougainvillea, pink roses and white jasmine scaled trellises whilst scenting the air. It was both a visual and olfactory treat.

“It’s beautiful,” Wyl murmured from his place between David and Vincent.

“Too many flowers,” grumbled Gabriel from next to Seamus. A Lycan’s sense of smell was hyper-sensitive and the mix of flowers was already proving too sickly-sweet for his taste.

“It will be better inside, love,” David soothed. “Yasmin will keep her incense to a minimum and has promised there will only be small clusters of fresh flowers inside.” cihangir escort The petit blond caressed the broad shoulder of his large, dark mate. He smiled indulgently at the huffed sigh and the stroke of Gabriel’s hand across his own.

“Are we really looking for living mummies?” Wyl asked, looking at Vincent and then David. It still seemed like a plot for a movie to his naive mind.

“Not living, Wyl,” David replied. “Simply animated corpses.”

“Many of our kind can bend the will of a human to their desires. The danger is, if they are captured, they may remember something to identify their controller. But it is the easiest and preferred method of using a minion,” Seamus said. “Some mages posses skill enough to animate golems, others have power and skill enough to use zombies to do their bidding. However, that is an uncommon and ancient power. Our adversary has taken a step beyond even this. I think they are trying to prove both their power and ancient knowledge. They have gone through the full processes of embalming and reanimation, troublesome, time-consuming and very draining for the necromancer. Few would bother with this today, even if the ability was not incredibly rare. Mummies are no more than mindless creatures existing by the will of their master but using one shows we are dealing with someone of unusual skill, strength and power of mind. These minions can’t be stopped by gun or knife and will walk through fire or water. There is neither reason nor compassion.”

“How do we stop them?” Wyl asked.

“Decapitation. Effectively the mage becomes the creature’s mind. Detach its head and the mage cannot control its body. We then burn its remains to ensure it cannot be used again. They are highly effective killing machines,” Gabriel growled. “They do not weaken under tooth and claw.”

Wyl shuddered and then smiled as Vincent slipped an arm around his shoulders and David gave his hand a gentle squeeze. He had gone from having no one to being a part of a tightly-knit, loving family, from living hand-to-mouth to living in luxury. Although his new life had its dangers, he would not trade it, or the love he had found with Vincent and his new family, for anything. He took a deep breath and smiled at the other vampires. Whatever they faced, he would face it with them.

****

The men stepped out from the car and two servants, dressed in black harem pants and flowing tunics came to meet them. One began emptying the car whilst the other ushered them inside. The interior of the villa was no less impressive than the exterior. The hall had a white marble floor and the doorframes were black marble. The doors were mahogany, deep, rich, and almost sensuous. The walls were a soft cream colour and dotted with vibrant tapestries or had small niches inset which held talismans of gold, crystal and precious stones creating a bejewelled effect.

Wyl felt comforting warmth permeate his body as he looked around. There was almost a palpable, positive aura. He let it wash over him with a smile. Not much less than a year ago his home had been a bedsit where food was sometimes a luxury. Now his home was a penthouse suite and this villa just one of several magnificent homes he had visited. His smile widened as he remembered Coleran and the castle in Ireland.

“Vincent! How wonderful to see you again.”

The female voice in cultured English tones had Wyl’s attention instantly diverted and he blinked at the coffee-skinned woman walking swiftly toward his mate. Her hair was a luxuriant jet black, reached to her waist and was adorned with crystal pins that added a shimmer as she walked. She wore a pant and sari outfit in white and gold that made her skin glow. Her eyes were the same chocolate brown as his own but almond shaped. She was a vision of loveliness.

However, it was not her physical appearance that caused Wyl’s family to gasp, but the way she flung her arms around Vincent’s neck and kissed him deeply.

Vincent kept his arms at his side and his lips firmly closed. He could not believe Yasmin would do this to him. She *knew* he was Bonded. This was a grave insult to his Chosen as well as likely to distress his young lover. He stared stonily at her, noticing the low-level arousal with a narrowing of his eyes, as she moved away with a look of confusion on her face.

Yasmin had been delighted to hear that Vincent and his family would be working with her. It had been many years since they had spent time together. Seeing him in her hallway, the blond’s grace, power and natural raw masculinity had affected her in the same way as it had the first time they had met. She had intended the kiss to show she bore no ill-will that Vincent had kept away for so long. Although she had initially been hurt, she understood, and accepted, that Vincent desired to find his Chosen and did not, could not, love her. She glanced, puzzled, at Gabriel whose low, deep growl had caught her attention. Then she slowly took in all the shocked faces of those she considered good friends…and one other. Her eyes widened in horror. güngören escort Vincent’s aura and that of the slender, dark, young man were so entwined as to be one. An elegant hand flew to her mouth.

“What have I done?” she asked, distraught.

Vincent’s nostrils flared. The arousal had fled leaving anxiety in its stead. The confusion seemed genuine and yet Seamus had rung and spoken to ….Ishmael. His infuriated, indigo gaze moved to the young man who stood some distance away. He could have been Wyl’s twin brother, except for the darkness of his skin.

“Do you care so little for your sister that you would see her punished?” he growled ominously.

“You wouldn’t hurt her, Vincent,” Ishmael said in mocking tones. “You make such a performance of the so-called etiquette to be followed. Yasmin is one of your own kind and you and she…”

Ishmael’s voice was cut off as Gabriel lunged and pinned him by his throat up against the wall. Despite his desperate struggles, Gabriel’s hold did not relax.

“Say the word, Vincent and I will teach this pup that etiquette is meant to be followed or there are penalties to suffer.”

Vincent saw Ishmael’s complacent look replaced by one of abject fear at Gabriel’s furious visage and threatening words.

“You know the penalty for insulting my Chosen, Ishmael, whether it was your sister or you. Perhaps I should let Gabriel have his way.”

“Vincent?” Wyl asked softly, but the restraining hand and shake of David’s head stopped him speaking further.

“Vincent, I meant no dishonour or insult to your Chosen or to you. I did not know you had found him. I don’t understand,” Yasmin said.

“I called to let you know,” Seamus said, his voice hard and angry. “We knew you had been away for over a year, cloistered to take your power to a higher level. I spoke to Ishmael. I gave him the news of Vincent’s joy.”

“This is Wylem Taylor, known to us as Wyl. He is my Chosen. We Bonded just under a year ago,” Vincent said, his voice warm and proud as he drew Wyl to his side.

“I am honoured to meet you, Wyl and I apologise for my brother and for myself.” As she spoke, Yasmin glanced at Vincent. Never had she seen such pride, possession or love ablaze in the big male’s eyes. A quick peek at Wyl and she saw the same emotions reflected in espresso orbs. She could also now see that their auras were not simply entwined, they had merged. Vincent and Wyl were truly as one.

Wyl nodded and gave a shy smile, uncertain what was expected of him in these circumstances. He could see Gabriel still holding Ishmael and began to think this was perhaps the big Lycan’s way of putting the other man in his place.

“Vincent?” Gabriel rumbled, cocking his head at Ishmael.

“He may go unpunished…this time,” Vincent growled, giving a cold stare that made the young man in Gabriel’s grip tremble even more.

With a grunt, Gabriel released his fingers and had already moved to wrap an arm around his own beloved Chosen before Ishmael had unceremoniously landed in a heap on the marble floor.

“If you and Wyl…There is an office, or I can show you to your rooms?” Yasmin said, pointing at a door tentatively. There was another look in Vincent’s eye.

“Show the others their rooms if you wish, but speak with your brother to ensure he creates no further mischief,” Vincent rasped. The call to reaffirm his Bond with Wyl was rising and he had every intention of answering it. It would settle them both.

****

Vincent locked the door of the indicated office behind them, his eyes sweeping the room and taking in the black leather chaise-longue. The bigger male was certain Wyl would be feeling the bonding call as much as he and Wyl’s body would produce enough of his lubricant with deliberate arousal. He swept the lithe body into his arms, thrusting his tongue deep into Wyl’s willing mouth. The instant acquiescence of his lover tempered the fire that raged in Vincent’s veins. He growled softly as Wyl’s arms wound around his neck and the younger man opened his mouth wider, inviting him deeper.

Vincent lifted his mate, never breaking the kiss, and laid him on the chaise-longue. In seconds he had denuded the lithe form and his mouth and hands were intent on an amatory assault, covering every precious inch of soft, warm skin. The tantalising scent of Wyl’s arousal rose, filling Vincent’s nostrils and he gently turned his mate onto his stomach. He parted the creamy mounds and gave a soft growl of approval at the drops of lubricant. He licked at the dilating rosette, encouraging it to bloom and open. The earthy-sweet taste had the bigger male almost tearing open his own jeans to release hard, damp flesh.

Manoeuvring his Chosen so that the lithe body draped comfortably over the chaise-longue, Vincent stroked himself to distribute his copious pre-come and then lined his crimson-hued shaft against Wyl’s dilated, glistening portal. He groaned as he slid into his lover’s molten heat, each millimetre of his flesh surrounded by his lover’s body and the tight bağcılar escort sheath rippling its welcome.

“Mine,” Vincent husked as he began a series of hard, fast thrusts. There would be time for long, slow and sweet later. At this moment he needed to reaffirm Wyl’s place in his life and the Bond they shared.

“Yours,” Wyl cried as Vincent’s rod rubbed his sweet spot and his mate’s hand pumped his eager erection. He came hard and fast, the feeling of sharp teeth at his shoulder coinciding with liquid fire filling his still spasming channel.

All too soon, Vincent slid carefully from the sanctuary of Wyl’s body, the younger man silently mourning the loss of their intimacy. Then Wyl murmured his appreciation at the tongue that licked at his most private place. He was tenderly rolled onto his back and the tongue bathed his depleted sac and softening sex. He smiled as Vincent’s still-clothed body blanketed his naked form.

“My Own, my Chosen,” Vincent whispered. “I love you, Wyl.”

“I love you, Vincent,” Wyl replied, pulling the beloved face down for a long, deep kiss.

For a few moments, the couple enjoyed the simply intimacy following their passionate coupling. Then Vincent pulled Wyl to his feet and helped the younger man dress.

“Are you ready to join the other, angel?” he asked solicitously.

“I’m fine,” Wyl replied. He knew his cheeks would pinken when he joined them. However, it had been what he and Vincent needed. He smiled into his mate’s broad chest. “I’m fine,” he repeated.

****

Vincent guided Wyl to the room he thought Yasmin most likely to have left the rest of his family. He smiled to find the others waiting, their anxious faces softening into answering smiles. David was sitting in Gabriel’s lap and at Vincent’s nod, the big Lycan visibly relaxed, nuzzling at his own mate.

“Yasmin is ‘speaking’ to Ishmael,” Seamus affirmed. “She is genuinely distressed at the whole incident.”

“If she wasn’t I would not have been so forgiving,” Vincent replied.

“We must ensure this doesn’t interfere with our mission,” Seamus said, ruffling Wyl’s dark hair as the younger man sat next to him.

“It won’t,” Vincent affirmed. “It was not a deliberate act against Wyl. Perhaps now Ishmael will take things more seriously regarding our world and its protocols.”

“Surely Ishmael is one of us?” Wyl asked.

“He has his sister’s longevity, but as yet has shown no signs of any mage powers. Because he rarely involves himself in our world he is ignorant of proper behaviour amongst our kind,” Seamus said. “However, I never expected him to be quite so stupid.”

“Let’s put it behind us and move on,” Vincent said, taking his place next to Wyl. “We have a new challenge to face and we need to work as a team.”

****

It was only a few more minutes before Yasmin arrived, with a chagrined Ishmael in tow, to escort the men to the room set aside for their discussions. The thick, black velvet curtains effectively blocked out the light and the room was illuminated by candles and lanterns. There was a mild aroma of rose in the air and numerous energy crystals were present. The group sat cross-legged on large, soft, floor cushions at a low table as Yasmin spoke.

“Our adversary seeks the Amulet of Vashti,” she said. She gave Wyl a soft smile, aware that the newest member of the group was unlikely to know of it or its history. “It is an amulet of power. Originally created to amplify a mage’s powers for any individual spell, it was stolen by a practitioner of necromancy who tried to pervert its use to only the black arts. When recovered, a spell-caster of light attempted to reverse this and in some way the amulet became imbued with power of its own. It is now as likely to act against its user as with them. Its power also increased and so it was decided it was safer to destroy it than keep it. It could be broken into five pieces, but nothing less. So the star points were given to spell-casters across the world and I inherited the centrepiece.”

All eyes moved to the pink crystal on a long gold chain around her neck that nestled just beneath her breasts.

“Because of its unpredictability, no one has bothered with it for centuries. However, two mages are dead and two star points missing. One of the remaining holders was already in this country and the other has been brought here for their own protection. We will be part of the group helping guard them, but also trying to establish who we face. It was deemed that I would be safe enough in your company. The first spell-caster to be killed was not thought to be the guardian of the star point and so we were caught off-guard.”

“It must be another spell-caster,” David said.

“Magic is certainly involved, but we don’t know who they are or who they work with. The use of mummies is almost unheard of now and requires a mage of great skill, power and mental ability. The talent is also ancient and arcane and beyond the knowledge and strength of most mages I know. It is not an aptitude I possess,” Yasmin said. “Yet if more than one spell-caster were working together, I cannot see how they intend to use the crystal. It will only work for one individual at best. Many eyes are watching rogues and dark mages and yet none appear to be our foe. I have asked a sister spell-caster to assist us. Ayesha has been a friend for many years.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do not deserve such consideration.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I am willing to answer anything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Edward.”

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

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

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

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About ten years ago, I was midway through my college years. During this time, I met what was to be a good buddy of mine, Stan. We had met at a mutual friend’s apartment. She, Ellen, had a get together with about twelve or so of us. It was the beginning of the Fall semester, and it was exciting to meet new people.

Through the semester, Stan had gotten to know Ellen’s roommate, Liza, fairly well. Ellen and Liza had been living together for about a year and a half before Stan and I had met them. They were very outgoing and hospitable, and at different times when they’d have these small get-togethers, Stan and I would find ourselves being the last guests to leave.

Thus, the four of us gradually grew into pretty good friendships. However, Stan and Liza eventually became such good friends, that two years later they were wed. Of course, Ellen and myself were among those in the wedding party. Even though she and I never had inclinations to become more than friends, I still found her to be attractive.

Now, during these years, Stan and I would often go out on weekend backpacking trips. We’d often leave on a Friday afternoon, and return late Sunday night or Monday afternoon. Summer, Winter — we went whenever.

This one weekend we headed out to hike a fairly remote trail. It was August and pretty hot and sticky during the day, and not too much less so in the evening. We had set camp close to a stream. Since we were part way up a mountain, the water was nice and comfortable. Our first night there, we decided to lounge in the stream. Since it was halfway up the mountain, the stream was full of rocks and boulders of different sizes. Some sections were only a foot deep, but then there’d be a section about the size of a large hot tub that would be three or four feet deep.

We found a nice comfortable hole like this and made that our hangout the first night. I always bring a few beers with me, so we sat back, drank some, and just took in the mountain air. It felt like such freedom.

The next day was pretty much the same — hot and sticky. Since we didn’t have much daylight the previous day when we first hiked in, we didn’t have time to scout out the area. However, this second day we had all the time in the world to hike about. It was very secluded.

As it started getting dark, we cooked dinner over the fire, and quickly cleaned up our mess. Since we were feeling pretty sticky and dirty, we couldn’t wait to get back into the stream and let it rinse us off as we just laid in it. The hazy moon was out about halfway. I had found a couple sterno cans in my pack, so we lit those and placed them like candles on the rocks. We were sitting naked and happy in the stream.

We sat back and chatted for awhile. I asked Stan how he and Liza were doing.

“Things are going great,” he answered. “That’s cool”, I said, “are y’all still enjoying the physical stuff, or has it become old hat by now?”

“Oh man,” Stan came back, “it has actually gotten better.”

“Really? I thought people always said that it kind of lost it’s thrill after a year or so. Not so for you two, huh?”

“Well, there was a point when it lost a little luster, but then Liza and I started talking more openly about our sexual turn-ons, fantasies and such. We’ve also been able to talk about our past experiences. We were both a little reluctant at first to talk about our past lovers, but we actually found ourselves getting turned on by hearing how sexually minded the other has always been.”

“Wow!” I was pretty amazed at how open they were, especially Liza. She was definitely not a prude, but I never saw her as a “wild girl”. She was also attractive. She was normal height, and was in pretty good shape. She was one of these women bahçelievler escort who is a tad thicker in the upper torso, but had real nice slender legs. On top of this, she probably had a good 38” bust. Nice to look at , and I’m sure nicer to hold. “So, Liza had a wild past?”

“Well, not too wild.” Stan knew he could trust me not to ever mention any of this conversation to anyone without even having to ask me. “However, there was this one night years ago when she and Ellen had one of those get togethers. As always, you and I were hanging there for awhile after everyone else had left. I can’t believe neither you or I caught onto this, but apparently I had quite the bulge in my shorts.

“Ooh, she noticed your bulge. That’s pretty wild stuff,” I joked.

“Oh wait, you’ll see. See, after you and I left, Ellen and Liza started giggling, and quickly realized what the other one had noticed in my shorts. They began joking around about it, and Ellen started pretending she was me. She took a banana and stuck it in her shorts. ‘Hey, Liza, you ever see a pop tent like this one.’ She was saying shit like that, and started coming up to Liza and humping her leg with the banana. Apparently they really thought this was funny, and Liza pushed Ellen onto the couch, and sat on her lap, facing Ellen, and began grinding her.”

“Whoa, get out!” I said. I got that excited lump in my throat, and felt my little man begin to wake from his slumber. “Good grief!”

“Well, keep listening,” warned Stan. “Apparently they were doing this whole grinding thing for a bit, and they were laughing and groaning and pinching and tickling each other. Ellen squeezed one of Liza’s breasts, and then double-cupped her ass in both of her hands. Soon, where they were once jokingly sticking their tongues out at one another, they soon found their tongues touching. From what Liza says, once that happened, it was obvious to them both that the kidding was now tossed to the side, and they were well on their way to having sex. She said they had some more fun with that banana, and they went down on each other several times.”

I was in a thrilling shock. I mean, this was the kind of stuff I would beat off to while making it up in my head. I was rock hard. “Stan, man, I hope you don’t mind, but that whole story has got me totally revved up.”

“I figured it would. Liza worried that if any of our friends knew, they would think she was disgusting. I told her that at least most of our guy friends wouldn’t — they’d think it was very cool. When I told her that most guys get off thinking about that kind of stuff, she asked me if I thought you were one of those kinds of guys. I told her that you and I never talked about that specifically, but that I knew you well enough to know this is the kind of stuff you’d get off on while reading it in Forum or something like that.”

“Hell yeah, man. Shoot, let’s get out of here now so that we can do a foursome or something,” I joked. “Seriously, though, I am stoked. I hope you don’t mind, but the thought of sweet Liza getting roused up like that — umm. I think I’ve got the biggest flag pole in the state right now.”

“Well, you and I both,” Stan said.

“Well, maybe you’re second biggest.”

“Fuck that, I’d put you to shame.”

“Alright, it’s revelation time.” As I said this, we both stood up out of the water and stuck our pelvis’ out to display our wankers. At any other time, this would have been obviously awkward, but we were both feeling a buzz from the sex that was in our heads.

“I am the Champion!” I exclaimed, and start swatting my penis back and forth.

“Not quite,” stated Stan, as he began swinging himself back and forth, as well. We arnavutköy escort kept doing this and moving them towards the other as if to be fencing one another with our penis’.

“Dude, man,” I laughed, “this is so gay.”

“I know, but who cares.”

We continued bumping our penis’ together, until we made each contact slower and last longer. Pretty soon we were pressing them up against each other.

“Alright,” I said, “I think I see a male ‘Ellen and Liza’ incident happening here.”

“That’s cool.”

We kept pressing against each other, until I backed up a bit, and looked at his penis. We were about the same in size and girth. I started getting that exciting tingling in the back of my throat. I had so often fantasized about the sight of a woman getting fucked and giving blow jobs, that now and then I wondered what it would be like from the woman’s perspective. I started getting down on my knees, but there were too many rocks to do this comfortably. Without missing a beat, Stan sat back on a rock, and then laid back on it so that he was kind of arching backwards. This positioned his head so that as he laid it back on the rock, he really couldn’t see his pelvic area.

This made me feel even more free to do what I had often dreamt. His hardon had just loosened up a tiny bit. I put one hand on it, and ran my tongue from his balls all the way up the underside of his penis. I knew exactly how this felt to him; all he could do was moan. I then batted his balls around with my tongue. By this time, he was rock hard again.

I rubbed it around on my face, while taking glances at it from time to time so the visual would get me even more excited. I then positioned my mouth above his shaft and tongued his head a bit, all around the top and sides of it. Then I ran my tongue once more from his balls all the way to the top, and this time as I went down, I moved his pulsating dick into my mouth. The excitement forced a moan from my throat. Stan just continued groaning. I then picked up the pace, and pretty much just envisioned myself as a slutty, sexy whore, and just sucked him like I’d been doing it all my life.

I could tell he was getting ready to cum, and I couldn’t wait. I felt him jolt, and I ran my tongue once more up the underside of his meat at about the same pace as his cum was traveling the same direction to spurt out the top. I had my open mouth right at the head when the cum started shooting out, so that some landed in my mouth, and some got on my face. I then began sucking on him all the way into my mouth again, and I knew exactly where and how to push the rest of his cum out of his sack, up his shaft and into my mouth. I applied just enough suction so that he could feel it pulling at whatever cum was left over in his balls.

I was afraid that after he’d cum, he’d lose his edge, and feel too weird to do anything on me. However, he was in sex mode.

“Alright, slut-boy, time for you to take the rock chair.” That’s all I needed to hear. I sat back on that rock just as he had been.

“Alright, you little fuck bitch — get going.” I said this without the slightest tone of joking. Just as he couldn’t, I was unable to see him as he sent me into the same stratosphere he was in just minutes before.

Once I was sucked dry, we sat back in the water, and laughed.

“You know,” Stan began, “Liza could tell how turned on I was getting when she first told me about her and Ellen. She asked me if I ever thought about having some kind of sex with one my buddies. She said it’d be cool to have a foursome with another guy and girl, but only if each of us could have sex with each of the others, which included me and whoever the dude would be. She şirinevler escort said, ‘You and John ought to get it on during one of your backpacking trips.’ I told her it could happen.”

As he was talking about this, the images I got in my head of a foursome like that was getting me stiff again. I thought about Liza in some white nylons, and bending that bitch over on her hands and knees. ‘Now arch your back, ‘ I’d command her. I’d then sink my dick firmly inside her cunt, and begin pumping her like crazy. I imagined looking over to a vanity mirror, and seeing her nice plump ass rippling with waves with each of my strong thrusts, and her large breasts swinging crazily underneath her. Oh man, I was all psyched up again.

Feeling a new liberty to do so, I reached over and wrapped my hand completely around Stan’s equally stiffened member. “Just as I thought,” I said.

Stan told me to hold that thought, as he jumped up and ran over to our backpacks. He jumped back, and I could clearly see the small jar of Vaseline in his hand. “Might as well do this right,” he said.

Before I could ask who was going first, he told me to bend over like the whore I was. This sent a chill up my spine. I gladly took the position, spreading my legs just a bit, and arching my back. I basically pictured myself as Liza in the way I had just imagined mounting her. Stan had a big lump of jelly in his fingers, and rubbed it onto my asshole. Just feeling this on my ass got me more excited. He wiped the excess off on one of the shirts nearby.

As he came back over to me, I clearly remember the sensation I got when feeling him position himself between my legs and grab my butt cheeks. I felt like so many of the sluts I’d seen in so many porns. He pressed the head of his dick on my hole, and that’s when it dawned on me the size difference between the two. Oddly enough, this just excited me all the more.

He didn’t say anything. He just made short thrusts back and forth, until it was like my hole gave in to the fight, and his whole cock slid into my ass. I let out a groan that sounded exactly like how the prettiest woman would groan, without me even trying to.

“Oh yes,” I repeated, over and over in different tones. I could feel my ass cheeks rippling waves back and forth with each thrust. As Stan was getting close to cumming, he leaned forward so as to lay his chest on my back, and with his face just behind my head, he pumped me with short, fast and strong thrusts, saying, “I’m going cum inside you, bitch.” He said this over and over until his cock was once again emptied.

I laid there for a few seconds, catching my breath, feeling limp. I then shot up, and without a pause, ordered Stan to bend over like the bitch he was. Our roles shifted 180 degrees, and now he was my ass whore to control.

After I was finished reaming him out, we were both ready to get some sleep.

We both slept great that night. In the morning, there was no awkwardness. We got up, brushed our teeth, and took in the freshness of the morning air. All we could do was laugh about what had happened. The rest of the morning was to be spent packing up camp, and heading back home. As we briefly chatted this out, we realized how relaxed our schedule was.

At almost the same time, we looked at each other with the same look in our eyes.

“I think we have time for one more thing,” I said.

We took off our shorts as we got back into the tent. Almost instinctively, we laid down on our sides in the opposite direction of the other, so that each of us was staring right at the others cock. We 69ed each other, making for a spectacular start of a day.

As we drove back home, we laughed more about it, and were both somewhat ecstatic that we had opened up a whole new realm of possibilities for our sex lives.

When I pulled my truck into Stan’s driveway, Liza walked onto the front stoop. Before getting out to unload Stan’s gear, I said without hardly opening my lips, “I can’t wait to get a piece of that.”

“Trust me, my friend, you won’t be waiting long.”

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

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

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

Thanks for your interest and comments! G

*****

That Moment When You Realize…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, get on your knees, bitch!”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Coach Hazard, the coach of my university wrestling team, who ran a program of total commitment of players to each other and him—in every way—had told all of the wrestlers that they could come over and use his swimming pool at any time. And I was so sore and strung out after the sessions where I was initiated—totally—into and by the squad that I took him up on the offer one afternoon. I was still being broken in and hadn’t been given a position on the squad, and I knew there was a wrestling meet during that time and figured that Hazard and the rostered wrestlers would be busy with that and that I’d have the pool to myself.

I did, in fact, have the pool to myself for almost the first hour I was there. I laid out on a lounge and got heated up for a while and then I went into the pool and swam laps. I probably swam a good many, as I was trying to numb myself to my circumstances. I hadn’t known before I went out for wrestling on Coach Hazard’s team that the deal included being fucked at will by any of the regular team members and by Hazard as well until I paid my dues. But I had learned that the hard way—and I dearly wanted to be on the wrestling team, so . . .

I had been preoccupied with these thoughts as I swam my laps, trying to work the soreness out of my body from some of the sexual positions I’d been put in that morning. When I came up out of the pool and was toweling myself off, though, I noticed I no longer was alone.

Andreas, one of the more intriguing members of the wrestling team was stretched out on the other lounge, which was right beside the one I had been using. I say intriguing, because he always seemed to be missing or in the background during my team punch ordeals. I knew he was queer—or at least bi—because I had seen him having hot sex with Greg in the wrestling gym showers once, but he had never hit on me yet. Which, given the choice, was a little disappointing, because he was one of the hottest of the wrestlers. He was Greek and had the tanned Mediterranean coloring and the good bone and muscle structure and easy flowing movements of that ethnic type. He had curly black hair, a handsome face with flashing white teeth and an easy smile. The black hair repeated it’s curl on his forearms and his calves, in his arm pits, and across his chest and down the front of his body, but I wouldn’t necessarily say he was particularly hairy. Maybe he would turn that way in his later years. I knew from watching him and Greg going at it that he had a very nice package, and that was evident now as well with a view to his skimpy sock swim suit as he stretched out on the chaise close to where I now sat and unfolded myself and closed mecidiyeköy escort my eyes, trying both to pretend I was alone and not to follow up on my natural attraction to Andreas.

Silence for a while and then, “Hi, I’m Andreas. I’ve been told your name is Sam.”

“Yes,” I answered, trying to be both polite and distant.

“I’m sorry you’re having such rough time at wrestling.”

“Yes, well . . . Thanks.” I kept it at that for a moment, but then I said, “I thought there was a serious wrestling meet today and that you’d all be at that.”

“The other team couldn’t muster up enough wrestlers in my weight class, so I wasn’t needed.”

“Oh.”

“Well, as I said, I’m sorry you are being used by the wrestlers as you are. I wouldn’t do that to anyone who objected.”

“I’ll bet no one has ever objected if you asked.” Now why did I say that?

He laughed. “Well, I don’t keep track, so I don’t know if that’s true.”

“So, you don’t join in . . . with the other wrestlers because you don’t like sex that much?” I was pretty sure that wasn’t true based on what I’ve seen.

“Oh no. I like sex all right. In fact, I like it just fine. I’m Greek. Really from Greece. We seem an uptight culture, but we’re really pretty free with that sort of stuff underneath. The Grecco form of wrestling, for instance. What Coach Hazard has bastardized here. That’s really done in the buff, and I grew up doing that. No, I’ve grown up getting sex freely and whenever I could get it.”

“So you’re what, straight, bi, gay?”

“Oh, I guess you could call me bi, but in the Mediterranean context I could still be considered straight. I was fucking girls and lonely housewives when I was fifteen. Guess I’ve always been able to do that when I wanted. But I’ll admit that I fooled around with other wrestlers pretty early too. And when I went into the Army, it was the accepted thing to do. At first, we’d go down to the back fence in the evening when we felt the pressure and we’d get blow jobs from the queers who gathered there to feed on handsome young and fit soldiers. Then some of us would go on to having sex with each other during guard duty in remote areas, just to escape the boredom and because they did their best to keep us away from the neighborhood goods and we were heavy with testosterone. But, in those situations, as long as you were the fucker and not the fuckee, you weren’t considered gay.”

“Sounds like Greek boys are really randy.”

“Yes. I’d fuck another boy, or a man, or a girl, or a middle-aged woman . . . or a sheep.”

“God, a sheep?” beşiktaş escort That got me looking over him all bug eyed.

“No, not really,” he laughed. “Some Greek boys will do that. But I’ve never done it. It just isn’t looked at the same way in the Med as it is here—again, as long as you’re the one doing the fucking. It goes back to why I told you I was sorry for what you’re going through. I like the sex, but only if it’s mutual. I don’t like to force myself on anyone, and I’ve never had to do that.”

“So, you haven’t joined in with me because either you feel sorry for me or I repulse you.”

“Oh no, neither of those. I’m mad at what they do to guys like you, and you certainly don’t repulse me; quite the opposite.”

Silence for a few minutes.

“And you. You don’t enjoy it, do you?” Andreas asked.

Silence for a few minutes.

“Well, sometimes I do, I guess. It’s increasingly getting to where sometimes it gives me pleasure as well. But it still scares me and makes me mad most of the time. Being used like that.”

“So, it’s not the act. It’s the force and being used?”

Silence for a few minutes.

“Yeah, I guess that might be it.”

“And do I . . . do I repulse you?”

A rather weak “No.” And then stronger. “No. You are one of the most desirable of the wrestlers. I . . . I saw you with Greg. I am drawn to Greg, too, but he pushes at me too much for me to really enjoy it. But seeing you and Greg. I almost . . .”

“I think I like you better than I like Greg. I bet we could . . .”

Silence for a few seconds. “Yes, I think we might too.”

“If I come over there, would I be forcing myself on you?”

A few seconds of silence.

“No, don’t think so. I think I might like that . . . if we went slowly. I have a pretty sore ass, as you can imagine.”

“And you’d take me? Let me control and do it to you? . . . In the Med sense I’m still not gay, and I don’t want . . .”

“Umm, yes, I guess so,” I responded.

I watched as Andreas fluidly rose from his lounge. He stood beside mine for a minute while he untied the strings to his sock suit and let it fall to the ground. I experienced a thrill and a big intake of breath, as I saw his magnificent body in complete nakedness once more. He leaned over and pulled my Speedo down and off my legs and then he stretched himself on top of me and we kissed and enjoyed the sensation of our bodies touching. Our hands in a firm grip, with arms stretching above our heads, touching all along their stretch. Our lips on lips and tongues playing with tongues; our chest and etiler escort nipples rubbing; our hearts thumping in rhythm; our bellies touching, both panting a bit, our pelvises and cocks touching, entwining, increasingly grinding; our thighs rubbing; our toes touching and running up each other’s thighs. Our entwining became more hurried and we writhed against each other, enjoyed our bodies chaffing against other. We turned so I was on top and then we were on our sides facing each other, and then he was on top again. We panted and moaned and sighed as our cocks engaged as swords and we dry fucked each other up our bellies or between our thighs. Neither of us was moving to take control, but we were both aggressive and submissive at the same time. We decided to release our hands almost simultaneously—neither of us would have been able to say whose idea that was—and our hands joined the exploration, heightening our sexual tension and our frenzied play.

But it was more than the exploration that was causing us to heat up. We were being fried by the sun. I, because I was the most sensitive and he was naturally tanned from life in the Mediterranean, was the first to break, declaring that I was being cooked and had to go into the pool to cool off. His dive was right behind mine, just as neat as mine, and we both stroked to the end of the pool and immediately went into another lip lock, our fingers more aggressively exploring each other under the water.

Andreas hauled me up to where I was sitting on the side of the pool, my legs in the water, and he gave me a slow, expert, complete blow job. When he finished, I lay back on the cooking tiles, oblivious to the heat, and raised my arms across my face, blocking out the sun, completely enjoying the moment. He ran his hand up my hips and waist and held them there at my sides. He still held my cock in his mouth, waiting for it to subside, not wishing to abandon it until I was soft once more.

“I thought . . .” I started to say. “Isn’t what you’re doing? . . .”

“Shush,” he whispered. “I think you’re worth going over that threshold.”

I found myself calling out to him, almost in a whisper, “Fuck me, Andreas. I want you to fuck me?”

“What is that you said?” he asked in surprise.

“Fuck me. It’s my choice. I can’t feel liberated from all this until I’ve made the choice freely, myself. I want to make that choice with you. You’ve made a decision with me; I want to ask for it from you. Fuck me.”

He rose up to me and entered me and fucked me, gently at least at first, but then passion swept us both up and the sex became very hot—but mutually satisfying. He hadn’t been pumping me for long before he noticed that I was stretched out on the hot tile surrounding the swimming pool. He slowly slid me back into the swimming pool and we discovered that sex was much more interesting and whole new positions were possible when the partners are immersed in water.

We crossed the threshold together in a burst of flowing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Typically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I help you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I scoffed.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except the morning wasn’t good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Passions flare as the Cougars race toward State Championship.

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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Door’s locked,” Bill said.

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

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

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Copyright © 2017 by Ken James

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

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