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Eine lange Arbeitswoche lag hinter mir und ein Wochenende mit meinen Mädels vor mir.

Als allein erziehender Vater kommen die Kinder in der Woche einfach zu kurz.

Okay, die Beiden kommen in dem Alter (18 u. 19) auch schon ganz gut zurecht. Doch seit ihre Mutter vor 2,5 Jahren abgehauen ist, hängen sie noch mehr an mir.

Ich freue mich schon auf unseren obligatorischen Freitagabend bei Pizza und Scrabbel.

Ich wollte grade die Pizza vorbereiten als Lea mir offenbarte, dass sie heut mit Freundinnen ins Kino möchte und Angéla bei einer Klassenkameradin übernachtet. Ich war etwas verwundert, denn der Freitagabend gehörte bisher immer uns. Aber konnte ich meinen Süßen etwas abschlagen. Nicht wirklich. So würde ich den Abend nun allein verbringen.

Ich machte mir einen kleinen Salat, öffnete eine Flache Rotwein und dachte, dann halt mal Freitagabend vor dem TV abhängen.

So machte ich es mir vor dem Fernseher bequem und zappte durch die Programme.

Über alle nur Schund oder Liebespaare. Genau das brauchte ich jetzt nicht. Mir wurde bewusst wie lange ich schon keine Frau mehr hatte.

Was hatte mein Kollege mir erzählt: im Internet findet sich ganz schnell eine passende Frau und wenn es nur für eine Nacht ist.

Also schmiss ich den Laptop an und surfte durch Netz.

Schnell waren die passenden Seiten gefunden und bei den Angeboten wurde der Platz in meiner Hose immer weniger. Also raus aus der Hose, dem kleinen Mann die große Welt zeigen.

Mein Schwanz wurde in meiner Hand immer größer und ich hätte jetzt gern abgespritzt.

Doch aus dem Hintergrund erklang ein: PAPA, was machst Du da????

Meine Älteste stand in der Wohnzimmertür und starte mich an. Mir stieg das Blut in den Kopf ohne dass sich die Größe meines Schwanzes veränderte. Wie sollte ich das einer 19jährigen erklären.

Wieso war Lea nicht im Kino?? Sie kam auf mich zu und schaute auf den Ständer zwischen meinen Beinen. Ich versuchte einen klaren Gedanken zu fassen und stammelte irgendwas von bin halt auch nur ein Mann.

Meine Große grinste nur und sagt: das ist mir auch klar. Wann hattest Du da letzte Mal Sex? Mit einer Frau?? Seit Mama weg ist nicht mehr, oder???

Ich konnte nur mit den Schultern zucken, so peinlich war mir die Situation.

Lea setzte sich zu mir auf Sofa und starte immer noch auf meinen steifen Schwanz. Ich war total geil. Meine Älteste griff sich meine Schwengel und bemerkte keiner ihrer Freunde hätte einen solchen Pimmel gehabt. Ungeniert wichste sie meinen Schwanz. Was machst Du da? fragte ich. Ich über nehme Mamas Rolle. Die kleine Sau wusste genau wie sie mit einem Schwanz umgehen musste. Inzwischen war es mir egal wer es mir besorgte, ob eine Fremde oder meine eigene Tochter. Hauptsache Sex.

Mit der einen Hand wichse sie meinen Steifen und mit der anderen rieb sich die kleine Schlampe zwischen den Beinen.

Plötzlich stoppe sie die Bearbeitung meines Fickstabs und fing an sich auszuziehen. Sie packte ihre prallen ataşehir escort 80b Titten aus dem BH und hielt sie mir vor die Nase. Ich konnte nicht anders als sie zugreifen und an ihren Nippeln zu spielen. Ich leckte an ihren steifen harten Nippeln und ein Schaudern zuckte durch ihren Körper. Inzwischen hatte sie sich auch ihres Höschens erledigt und spielte mit dem Finger an ihrer glattrasierten Jungfotze. Am Glanz ihres Fingers konnte ich erkennen wie nass die geile Sau war. Ich packte sie, legte sie auf den Rücken und vergrub meinen Kopf zwischen ihren Schenkeln. Kaum berührte meine Zunge ihren prall hervorstehenden Kitzler fing ihr Körper an zu beben und Lea hatte ihren ersten Orgasmus.

Aber ich hörte nicht auf sie zu lecken. Langsam schob ich ihr einen Finger in die nasse triefende Fotze. Das geile Fickloch meiner Tochter, einfach super eng. Als ich den zweiten hineine schob bekam sie schon wieder ein Orgasmus. Ich packte das kleine Luder, drehte sie so, dass sie meinen Schwanz direkt vor ihrem Gesicht hat. Los, leck meinen Pimmel du Luder, sagte ich zu ihr. Sofort spürte ich ihre Zunge an meine Mast, ein geiles Gefühl. Ich merkte wie der Saft in meinen Eiern anfing zu brodeln, aber ich wollte noch nicht abspritzen. Lea lecker genüsslich über meine pralle Spitze und trieb mich fast zum Wahnsinn. Sie versenkte meinen Schwanz in ihrer Maulfotze und sie blies wie eine Profihure. Ich packte ihren Kopf und fickte sie ohne Rücksicht ins Maul. Ich schob ihn soweit rein, dass sie anfing zu würgen. Dann war es so weit, ich spritzte ihr meinen Saft in den Rachen. Mein Gott war das ein Abgang. Die kleine Schlampe hustet etwas, schluckte aber brav den ganzen Saft meiner Lenden. Kein Tropfen verließ ihren Mund.

Sie gab meinen Schwanz wieder frei und grinste mich zufrieden an. Es wird Zeit das mein Schwanz mal deine kleine Fotze besucht, sagte ich zu ihr. Klar Papa, aber gerne doch, war ihre Antwort. Endlich mal einen richtigen Schwanz in meiner geilen Muschi.

Ich schnappte mir meine Tochter und trug sie ins Schlafzimmer, platzierte sie mit weit gespreizten Beinen in die Mitte meines großen Bettes. Ihre geile Fotze glänzte und ihr Mösensaft lief schon raus.

Ich tauchte noch mal mit dem Kopf zwischen ihre Schenkel und verpasste ihr mit der Zunge eine kleine Sonderbehandlung. Bitte fick mich Papa schrie sie. Also machte ich mich auf meinen Schwanz zwischen ihre Schenkel zu schieben. Strich mit dem harten Pimmel über ihre Kliti und ihre Schamlippen. Sie bebte vor Verlangen.

Langsam setzte ich die Spitze an den nassen Eingang und stieß unvermittelt zu. Lea schrie vor Geilheit um Hilfe. Behutsam schob ich meinen Pimmel weiter in dieses kleine geile Fotze.

Durch die extreme Nässe in der Lustgrotte glitt ich ohne Problem tief hinein. Die Kleine bebte förmlich ohne dass ich mich weiter in ihr bewegte. Langsam zog ich meinen Schwanz wieder zurück und wieder rein. Bereits nach wenigen Stößen begann sie laut zu stöhnen. Ihr nächster Orgasmus war im Anzug, sollte sie doch escort ataşehir kommen. Ich genoss es wie sich unter meinen kräftigen Stößen wandte. Immer schneller und fester stieß ich meinen Schwanz in sie hinein.

Ihre Finger krallten sich in meine Schultern und ich merkte, dass es bei mir auch so langsam soweit war. Ich wollte nur noch meinen Saft in die Möse meine Tochter pumpen, also stieß ich immer fester und tiefer zu. Es war so weite die Kleine ging ab wie eine Rakete und schrie was das Zeug hält. Auch ich war bereit, mein Saft schoss tief ins Dunkel ihrer Grotte. Ich zog meine Pimmel raus und schob in zwischen ihre dicken Möpse. Rieb ihn dort weiter und spritze ihr den Rest meiner Ladung in den Mund und ins Gesicht. Mein Gott, war das ein geiler Anblick.

Los, leck ihn sauber befahl ich ihr und Lea schob sich den Prügel wieder bis zum Anschlag in den Hals. Sie saugte auch den letzten Tropfen aus mir raus. Selbst als die Härte langsam aus meinen Schwanz verschwand behielt sie ihn im Mund und spielte währenddessen an ihre Fotze und besorgte es sich noch mal selbst. Dieses Kind war unersättlich. Ich rollte mich zur Seite und betrachte sie. Ich hatte grade meine Tochter gefickt und es war einfach nur geil.

Sie lächelte mich an und sagte dass wir das nun öfter machen sollten. Ich nahm sie in den Arm und wir schliefen zufrieden und vor allem befriedigt ein.

Als ich am nächsten Morgen mit dem ersten Vogelgezwitscher wach wurde lag Lea immer noch neben mir. Ihr zarter Körper glänzte in den Strahlen der aufgehenden Sonne. Als ich so den Körper meiner Tochter betrachtet plagte mich schon ein wenig das schlechte Gewissen. Ich hatte schließlich gestern Abend meine eigene Tochter gefickt. Aber ändern konnte ich es jetzt sowieso nicht mehr, außerdem war die Initiative ja von ihr ausgegangen. Und während ich über die Ereignisse des letzten Abends nachdachte macht sich mein Unterleib wieder bemerkbar. Ich wurde bei den Gedanken wieder geil und mein Schwanz wuchs immer mehr. In mir kam der Wunsch hoch die kleine geile Sau noch mal zu vögeln.

Aber war das richtig?

Bevor ich eine Entscheidung fällen konnte wachte Lea auf und erblickte sofort meinen harten Kolben. Ups, da warte wohl schon jemand auf mich, waren ihre ersten Worte. Ohne zu zögern griff sie zu und fing an meine Latte zärtlich zu wichsen. Guten Morgen Papa, Lust auf einen „Vordemfrühstückfick” fragte Lea mich ganz ungeniert. Ohne auch nur auf ein Sekunde auf eine Antwort zu warten, macht sie sich über meinen harten Schwanz her. Ihre Zunge glitt an der Unterseite entlang, was zu Folge hatte, dass es nun endgültig um mich geschehen war. Lea wusste wie man einen Mann mit der Zunge um den Verstand brachte. Fast schon gierig sog sie meine Eier in den Mund und massierte sie mit ihrer Zungespitze. Sie lies meine Murmeln immer wieder aus ihrem Mund flutschen um sie im nächsten Moment wieder einzusaugen.

Währenddessen wichste die kleine geile Sau immer weiter mein Ständer, so dass die ersten Lusttropfen bereits ataşehir escort bayan austraten. Nun nahm sie meinen Schwanz in Mund und zwar sofort bis zum Anschlag. Gern hätte ich jetzt ihre süße Möse geleckt aber das Kind wollte sich nicht so positionieren das ich sie lecken konnte.

Also ließ ich alles geschehen.

Eigentlich wollte ich meinen Schwanz auch nur noch in ihre geile Möse stecken und abspritzen. Kaum hatte ich diesen Gedanken vollendet schwang sich Lea auf meinen harten Fickstab, schob ihn sich tief in ihre feuchte enge Lustgrotte. Langsam fing sie an auf mir zu reiten. Fast mit jeder Bewegung drang ein Stöhnen aus ihrem Mund. Immer schneller wurden ihre Bewegungen und ich spürte an ihren Körperreaktionen wie sie immer mehr auf ihren ersten Höhepunkt des Tages zu steuerte. Nachdem sie sich nun eine zeitlang auf meinem Ständer rauf und runter bewegt hatte, hielt sie inne und fing an mit dem Becken zu kreisen. Diese kreisenden Bewegungen brachten uns beide weiter in Ekstase und Lea schrie ihren ersten Orgasmus am Morgen in ungeahnter Lautstärke heraus. Unter aggressivem Zittern brach sie auf mir in sich zusammen. Zärtlich nahm ich ihren Kopf in die Hände und gab ihr einen innigen Zungekuss.

Dadurch, dass jetzt ihr Oberkörper auf dem meinen lag reckte sich ihr Hintern etwas in die Höhe. So konnte ich nun von unten in ihr Fickloch stoßen, denn mir war es noch nicht gekommen. Schließlich wollte ich meinen Saft ja auch noch loswerden. Anfänglich noch langsam und mit Bedacht stieß ich zu bis ich merkte, dass sich bei meiner kleinen Ficktochter der nächste Abgang anbahnte. Immer lauter wurde ihr Stöhnen und umso lauter sie wurde umso schneller und fester fickte ich sie. Ich merkte wie mir der Saft die Röhre hoch stieg, gleich war es so weit, ich würde mich wieder in der Fotze meiner ältesten Tochter entleeren. Noch 2, 3 Stöße dann war es soweit. Das süße Miststück krallte sich an mir fest, sie fing an zu zittern und zu keuchen und im dem Moment als ich meinen Nektar in ihre Muschi spritze was sie auch so weit. Ihr Körper reagierte wie von Krämpfen geschüttelt auf diesen Abgang. Außerdem spritze sie wohl reichlich von ihrem Mösensaft auf meinen Schwanz. Obwohl ich meine ganze Ladung abgeschossen hatte, behielt mein Prügel seine Standfestigkeit und so schob ich ihn immer wieder in die Spalte des willigen Fickfleischs!!

Nachdem Lea sich etwas beruhigt hatte stieg sie von mir runter und nahm meine Kolben noch mal tief in ihrer Maulfotze auf. Da ich nun lange genug unten gelegen hatte, packte ich sie und dreht mich mit ihr, so das sie auf dem Rücken lag. Nun konnte ich ihr genüsslich ins Maul ficken. Nach wenigen Stößen war ich wieder so weit und spritzte ihr alles in den Rache. Endlich war ich auch vom letzten Druck in meinen Eiern befreit. Ich ließ Lea noch meinen Schwanz schön sauber lecken und legte mich dann wieder neben sie. Sie kuschelt sich an mich und sagte wie sehr ihr das alles gefallen hätte. Auch ihr gab ihr zu verstehen, dass es mit ebenso ging aber das es auch eigentlich verboten sei. Schließlich wäre Inzest in strafbar. Aber Papa, erwiderte sie, es muss doch keiner erfahren. Und so vereinbarten wir absolutes Stillschweigen über die Geschehnisse aber auch, dass wir, wenn wir die Gelegenheit hätten, wieder miteinander ficken würden.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Die folgende Geschichte ist reine Fantasie. Sie ist von Anfang bis Ende ausgedacht. Etwaige Ähnlichkeiten mit tatsächlichen Personen wären also rein zufällig und hätten keinen realen Hintergrund. Alle handelnden Personen sind 18 Jahre alt oder älter.

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Es war an einem dieser diesigen, kühlen Herbsttage. Man meinte die mit Feuchtigkeit angereicherte Luft körperlich zu spüren. Kälte und Feuchtigkeit krochen durch jede noch so kleine Öffnung in der Kleidung. Doch wenigstens einmal am Trage mussten wir an die frische Luft. Ich fuhr meine beiden Kleinen spazieren. Noch passten beide in einen Kinderwagen.

Der Vater der Kinder war vor einem halben Jahr bei einem Autounfall ums Leben gekommen. Danach folgte der Sturz vom Himmel in die Hölle. Aus unserer schönen großen, hellen Neubauwohnung zog ich in eine kleine Altbauwohnung und führte ein sehr bescheidenes, zurückgezogenes Leben. Mein ganzes Glück waren meine Kinder und eigentlich lebte ich nur noch für sie.

Jetzt waren wir auf dem Heimweg und unwillkürlich lief ich einen Schritt schneller und zog den Kopf tief zwischen die Schultern. Ich hörte und sah niemanden. So war ich direkt etwas erschrocken, als mich eine Stimme anrief: „Manu? Manuela, bist du das?” Ich wirbelte herum und sah erstaunt auf die hübsche junge Frau vor mir. Ach was — hübsch. Sie war wunderschön. Und langsam dämmerte es. „Tina! Martina B.? Mein Gott, ich hätte dich nicht erkannt. Was machst du denn hier?” (Hier muss ich einflechten, dass wir zwar aus einer Stadt stammten, ich aber mit dem Vater meiner Kinder vor 1 und 1/2 Jahren in eine andere Stadt umgezogen war.)

Ja, vor mir stand Tina, meine beste Freundin aus Schul- und Jugendtagen. Sie hatte dienstlich in unserer Stadt zu tun und dass wir uns getroffen haben war einer dieser unergründlichen Zufälle. Jetzt hatte sie alles erledigt und wollte sich nur noch etwas unsere Stadt ansehen. Natürlich lud ich sie zu mir ein. Wir hatten uns ja ein Unmenge zu erzählen. In einer Bäckerei am Wege kauften wir schnell noch etwas Gebäck und dann schnell nach Hause. Schon bald saßen wir beim Kaffee und ein Rest Cognac hatte sich auch noch gefunden.

Man soll ja in der Zeit des Stillens nicht trinken, doch aus diesem Anlass glaubte ich doch eine Ausnahme machen zu können. Die Stimmung wurde immer gelöster und die Worte flossen nur so aus uns heraus. Tina arbeitete in einer kleinen, aber renommierten Firma unserer Heimatstadt und genoss schon großes Ansehen. Ich erzählte ihr vom schrecklichen Tod des Vaters meiner Kinder. „Sag mal, ist nicht dein Bruder auch bei einem Unfall umgekommen?” „Ja, sie sind mir beide gleichzeitig entrissen worden.”

Gerade als so eine gedrückte Stimmung aufkommen wollte meldeten sich meine Kleinen. Das war immer bei ihnen so, als ob sie sich verabredeten. Immer begannen sie gleichzeitig zu schreien. Also nahm ich sie aus ihrem Körbchen und wechselte zuerst die Windeln. Dann wollten sie gestillt werden. Normalerweise bin ich allein zu Hause und gehe dann meistens nackt und so lege ich sie mir dann auch an. Sind wir aber gerade nach Hause gekommen, so öffne ich nur meine Bluse und schiebe den BH nach oben. So geht es schneller.

Zuerst wollte ich es auch jetzt so machen, doch dann kam das kleine Teufelchen. So drehte ich mich zu meiner Freundin und zog langsam meine Bluse aus. Dann legte ich noch den BH ab und präsentierte ihr meine vollen, schweren Brüste. Sogleich bemerkte ich wieder dieses gewisse Glitzern in ihren Augen. Noch vor nur wenigen Jahren hatte sie ja mit großem Vergnügen mit diesen Brüsten gespielt, wenn sie auch damals noch nicht so voll waren.

Mit einem koketten Lächeln nahm ich meine Beiden auf den Arm und setzte mich auf meinen Stillstuhl. Sogleich begannen sie gierig zu saugen. Tina hielt es nicht auf dem Sofa. Sie kam zu uns und kniete sich neben mich. Ihre Hände streichelten zart über meinen Oberkörper und wurden bald von ihren Lippen ergänzt. Ständig jagten kleine Schauer über meine Haut. Es war mir auch so während des Stillens schon passiert, dass ich einen Orgasmus hatte. Wahrscheinlich ging eine direkte Leitung von meinen Brüsten zu meiner Fotze.

Doch diesmal kam er so plötzlich und unerwartet und so stark, dass ich fast vom Stuhl gefallen wäre. Meine Kleinen ließen sich davon nicht beeindrucken. Sie saugten um die Wette. Dann waren sie endlich satt und wir warteten auf das „Bäuerchen”. Jetzt fassten die Hände meiner Freundin fester zu und drängten sich zu meinen nun freien Brüsten. An meinem Ohr knabberten ihre Lippen und ich hörte ihren keuchenden Atem. Dann legte ich meine Kinder in ihr Körbchen zurück und wir standen uns gegenüber — ganz nahe, sodass sich unsere Nasenspitzen berührten. Langsam knöpfte nun Tina ihre Bluse auf. Sie trug nichts darunter und ihre nackten Brüste sprangen meinem gierigen Blick entgegen. Wie auf Verabredung gingen unsere Hände nach oben und umfassten die Brüste der Anderen.

Zuerst war da nur Zärtlichkeit. Ganz zart streichelten und drückten wir uns die Brüste. Doch bald schon sprang uns die Gier an. Die Hände fassten fester zu und wir massierten und kneteten uns nun gegenseitig. Und dann ataşehir escort küssten wir uns — endlich. Heiß und verzehrend und schier nicht endend. Ich zog Tina mit mir zu meinem breiten Bett, dem einzigen Erinnerungsstück an mein früheres Leben. In Sekundenschnelle hatten wir uns der restlichen Kleidung entledigt und dann wälzten wir uns in heißer, inniger Umarmung.

Als ihre Zunge meine Schamlippen nur berührte hatte ich den nächsten fulminanten Orgasmus. Dann pflügte sie durch meine Spalte und ich hatte das Gefühl, auszulaufen. Das Knabbern an meinem Kitzler löste den nächsten Orgasmus aus. Sie leckte mir noch zwei weitere, ehe ich mich über sie warf und mein Gesicht zwischen ihren Schenkeln vergrub. Ihre Fotze kochte förmlich und ihr Saft schmeckte noch genau so gut wie vor wenigen Jahren. Innerhalb weniger Minuten hatte auch sie bereits mehrere Orgasmen.

Ich hatte seit anderthalb Jahren keinen Sex mehr und hatte mich in dieser Zeit auch nur sehr selten meiner Finger bedient. All das angestaute Verlangen brach nun aus mir heraus. Tina erzählte mir in der kurzen Pause, die wir nun einlegen mussten, dass sie einen Freund hat mit dem sie auch regelmäßig befriedigend fickt. Der Sex mit mir gäbe ihr aber einen ganz besonderen Kick, da er Erinnerungen an früher weckte.

Und die Erinnerungen an früher weckten erneut unser Verlangen. Ich kramte aus dem Nachttischchen meinen arg vernachlässigten Vibrator. Die Batterien waren natürlich leer, aber wir konnten uns damit wunderbar gegenseitig wichsen. Eng umschlungen und tief befriedigt schliefen wir schließlich ein. Am nächsten Morgen fuhr Tina zurück und hinterließ eine große Leere. An diesem Tag beschloss ich, mein bisheriges Leben einem Tagebuch anzuvertrauen.

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An diesem Punkt angekommen, legten wir das Buch erst mal zur Seite und sahen uns erstaunt an. Wir — das sind offensichtlich die erwähnten beiden Kleinen. Meine Zwillings-Schwester Karla und ich — Ralf. Nur waren wir inzwischen 18 Jahre alt. Beim Aufräumen war uns heute dieses unscheinbare Buch mit den grauen Pappdeckeln in die Hände gefallen — vollgeschrieben in Mutters schöner, klarer Schrift. Dass es ihr intimes Tagebuch war hatten wir erst während des Lesens festgestellt und jetzt konnten wir keinesfalls mehr aufhören. Wir lagen dabei im Wohnzimmer mit dem Bauch auf dem Teppich. Schon vor mehreren Jahren waren wir aus der kleinen Mansardenwohnung in eine größere umgezogen.

„Heej, ist dir noch nicht aufgefallen, dass du den Arsch deiner Schwester streichelst?” hörte ich plötzlich Karla sagen. Und tatsächlich — meine Hand hatte sich verselbständigt, war unter den Rock meiner Schwester gekrochen und streichelte und knetete ihren Knackarsch. Der Protest erfolgte aber nur mündlich und so streichelte ich weiter und schob meine Hand sogar unter ihren Schlüpfer. „Was meinst du? Ob Mutti lesbisch ist? Ich habe mir noch nie darüber Gedanken gemacht, aber in den ganzen Jahren gab es ja wirklich nicht einen einzigen Mann.” meinte Karla ganz gedankenversunken, während ich ihren wundervollen Arsch streichelte und knetete. „Das glaube ich nicht. Es gab ja auch nicht eine einzige Frau. Außer dieser Tina. Sie war immer nur für uns da. Und wie wären wir sonst zustande gekommen?”

Karla lag inzwischen ganz entspannt und seufzte und stöhnte leise. Es klang wie das Schnurren einer Katze. „Das ist schön, wie du das machst. Aber ich will von dir auch was streicheln.” Erstaunt sah ich sie an. „Was kannst du denn bei mir streicheln wollen?” Die Antwort kam prompt durch ihre Hand. Die schob sich nämlich unter mich in Richtung meines Hosenstalls, wo sich mein Schwanz infolge der Lektüre zu voller Größe und Härte ausgefahren hatte. Durch den dünnen Stoff meiner Sommerhose begann sie nun, ihn zu betasten und zu kneten. Unwillkürlich stieß ich einen tiefen Seufzer aus. „Zeigst du ihn mir mal? Ich habe so was noch nie gesehen.” flüsterte meine Schwester, obwohl wir allein waren. „Dann musst du mir aber auch von dir was zeigen. Wollen wir uns ganz nackt ausziehen?” fragte ich mit halb erstickter Stimme. Die Aussicht, meine schöne Schwester nackt zu sehen, nahm mir den Atem.

Zwar hatte ich schon mal ein Stückchen Hintern oder ein bisschen Brust zu sehen bekommen (was mir jedes Mal sofort einen steifen Schwanz bescherte), aber so ganz nackt, das war doch etwas Anderes. Meiner Schwester musste es ähnlich ergehen, denn sie nickte nur wortlos. Also standen wir auf und begannen noch etwas unsicher an unseren Sachen zu fummeln. In meiner Hose war jetzt eine unübersehbare Beule, an der der Blick meiner Schwester wie gebannt hing. Doch dann gab ich mir einen Ruck und riss mir förmlich die Sachen vom Leib.

Auch meine Schwester hatte es jetzt eilig und so standen wir uns bald nackt gegenüber. Zuerst versuchten wir noch, unsere Blößen (ein blödes Wort) etwas zu verdecken. Doch bald schon siegte die Neugier und die Hände sanken nach unten. „Woow!” entwich es meiner Schwester, als sie endlich meinen kerzengerade nach vorn abstehenden Schweif erblickte. „Ist der aber groß. Der passt doch nie da hinein.” und escort ataşehir dabei zeigte sie auf die Stelle, wo sich ihre wundervollen Schenkel trafen. Dorthin war zuerst auch mein Blick gegangen, aber außer einem haarigen Dreieck war da nichts zu sehen. So wanderte mein Blick nach oben zu ihren herrlichen Brüsten. Die waren wirklich vollendet schön. Nicht zu groß, aber doch ansehnlich. Und offensichtlich sehr fest, denn sie standen wie zwei Halbkugeln auf ihrer Brust.

Bei den wenigen Bildern, die ich so von nackten Frauen zu sehen bekam, hingen die Brüste meist mehr oder weniger nach unten. Bei meiner Schwester überhaupt nicht. Ich konnte den Blick einfach nicht abwenden. Plötzlich kam sie auf mich zu und fasste mit beiden Händen meinen Schwanz. „Ich muss einfach spüren, wie sich das anfühlt.” hauchte sie. Nachdem ich aus meiner Fast-Ohnmacht wieder zu mir gekommen war fasste auch ich mir ein Herz und griff ihr noch zögernd an die Brüste.

Zuerst schien es, als hätte sie es gar nicht bemerkt. So sehr war sie mit meinem Schwanz beschäftigt. Doch dann begann sie leise zu stöhnen und hauchte „Jaaaaah, fester. Drück fester.” Dabei kam sie noch näher und schmiegte sich an mich. Doch fester zu drücken traute ich mich nicht. Dafür drückte sie meinen Schwanz mit aller Kraft, dass ich dachte es geht gleich los. „Küss mich, Ralfi, Brüderchen. Bitte, bitte küss mich. Und drück bitte etwas fester.” hauchte sie und drängte sich dabei ganz fest an mich.

Ich verstärkte also den Druck meiner Hand etwas und begann auch die Brust ein wenig zu kneten und dabei küssten wir uns — zuerst noch ziemlich unbeholfen doch schon bald ganz innig. Plötzlich zitterte und bebte meine Schwester am ganzen Körper. Erschrocken zog ich meine Hand zurück, doch sogleich schrie sie: „Mach weiter! Mach doch weiter!” und presste dabei meinen Schwanz. Ich fuhr also fort, ihre Brust zu massieren und zu drücken und Sekunden später krümmte sich Karla und wurde wie von Krämpfen geschüttelt. Ich wollte meine Hand wieder zurückziehen, doch ich konnte nicht, da mir im gleichen Moment einer abging.

Keuchend und erschöpft sanken wir wieder auf den Teppich. Nachdem wir wieder zu uns gekommen waren fragten wir gleichzeitig: „Was war denn das?” und mussten lachen. Karla fing sich als Erste. „Du hast mir einen wundervollen Orgasmus beschert. Nur dadurch, dass du mir an die Brust gefasst hast. Aber was war das bei dir? Das sah ja aus, als ob du große Schmerzen hättest, und irgendwas kam da rausgespritzt. Was war das?” „Das war genau so ein Orgasmus wie bei dir. Bei dir sah es auch so aus, als ob du schlimme Schmerzen hättest. Aber in Wirklichkeit tut das ungeheuer gut. Und was da rausgespritzt kam, das war mein Samen.” „Aus dem die kleinen Kinder entstehen? Wow, wie interessant.” Und dabei leckte sie sich ihre Finger ab. „Hmm, schmeckt nicht schlecht. Meine Freundin hatte recht.”

Eine ganze Weile lagen wir nebeneinander und streichelten uns. Dann raffte ich all meinen Mut zusammen und fragte: „Duhu, ich hab vorhin gar nichts von deiner Muschi gesehen. Nur ein Büschel Haare. Zeigst du sie mir mal?” Wortlos rollte sich Karla auf den Rücken und schlug die Beine auseinander. Dazwischen kam ein länglicher Spalt zum Vorschein. Karla fasste mit beiden Händen links und rechts und zog diesen Spalt etwas auseinander. Dahinter war es rosa und feucht — und ein Löchlein öffnete sich, auf welches Karla zeigte. „Das ist meine Scheide und dahinein wird gefickt.” Ich beugte mich tief über sie, um alles genau zu betrachten. Ich war fasziniert, vor allem von dem kleinen Knubbel am oberen Ende. Ihre Fotze verströmte einen betäubenden Duft und unwillkürlich beugte ich mich darüber und küsste sie. Karla zuckte zusammen und stöhnte.

Inzwischen wusste ich schon, dass dieses Stöhnen kein Ausdruck des Schmerzes war, sondern genau umgedreht. Also küsste ich weiter und schob meine Zunge in diesen Spalt. Ein etwas herber, gleichzeitig aber auch süßer Geschmack, der meinen Schwanz sofort wieder stahlhart werden lies. Das Stöhnen verstärkte sich. „Oh jaaah, leck mich, leck weiter, weiter oben!” Ich erinnerte mich an den kleinen Knubbel und bearbeitete ihn mit meiner Zunge. Wie ein Stromstoß ging es durch den Körper meiner Schwester. Schlagartig schlossen sich ihre Beine hinter meinem Rücken und ihre Hände pressten meinen Kopf auf ihre Fotze. Ihr Atem ging über in ein Hecheln und Keuchen. Und wieder krümmte sich ihr Körper und wurde wie von Krämpfen geschüttelt. Kraftlos fielen Arme und Beine von mir ab.

Ich richtete mich auf und betrachtete meine Schwester. Sie hatte die Augen geschlossen und ein Lächeln tiefster Beglückung und Zufriedenheit lag auf ihrem Gesicht. Ihre Beine waren offen, so weit es nur ging und in ihrer Spalte zuckte es immer noch etwas. Dann streckte sie die Arme aus und zog mich neben sich. Zärtlich streichelte ich ihre Brüste und sie meinen brettharten Schwanz. Plötzlich warf sie sich wie eine Furie über mich und küsste mich im ganzen Gesicht, mir dabei ihren Fotzenschleim ableckend. „Du mein Geliebter, mein geliebtes Brüderchen, noch nie war es so herrlich. Das war der tollste Orgasmus, den ich jemals hatte. Du bist ataşehir escort bayan einfach wunderbar.” Und dann lagen wir wieder nebeneinander und streichelten uns.

„Hast du schon mal gefickt?” fragten wir wieder gleichzeitig und mussten wieder lachen. „Und? Hast du?” fragte ich nach einer Weile. Meine Schwester schüttelte den Kopf. „Dann bist du also noch Jungfrau?!” Wieder ein Kopfschütteln. Als sie mein verständnisloses Gesicht sah lachte sie. „Ich habe auch so eine Freundin wie Mutti sie hatte. Auch wir haben uns oft gegenseitig geleckt. Aber nie war es so schön wie mit dir. Ja, und einmal brachte sie den Vibrator ihrer Mutter an. Zuerst war es ungeheuer aufregend. Wir hielten uns das Ding an die Brustwarzen und außen an die Schamlippen. Dann setzte sie es mir an den Scheideneingang und schaltete auf volle Pulle. Der Reiz war so stark, dass ich mir das Ding bis zum Anschlag reingehauen habe. Na ja, und da war´s halt passiert. Und wie ist das nun bei dir? Hast du schon mal gefickt?”

Auch ich schüttelte den Kopf. „Nein. Bisher habe ich nur gewichst. Das ist auch ganz schön. Aber als du ihn in der Hand hattest war es viel schöner.” „Zeigst du mir mal, wie du wichst? ……… Oder wollen wir mal miteinander ficken?” Da war es heraus: meine Schwester wollte das Gleiche wie ich. „Oh Karla, das wäre wunderbar. Aber ich habe ein bisschen Angst. Lass uns zuerst mit dem Wichsen beginnen. Zeigst du mir auch, wie du es dir machst?” „Na klar. Komm, wir setzen uns gegenüber. Da können wir alles gut sehen.” Ich fasste also meinen Steifen und schob langsam die Vorhaut hin und her.

Ich wollte nicht zu schnell abspritzen. Mein Blick war wie mit Fäden an Karlas Fotze geheftet. Zuerst rieb sie mit dem Mittelfinger ihrer linken Hand ein paar Mal durch ihre Spalte hin und her und öffnete sie so. Dann führte sie ihre rechte Hand unter ihrem Oberschenkel hindurch nach vorn und schob sich deren Mittelfinger in die Scheide. Sie schob ihn ganz tief hinein und zog ihn wieder etwas heraus, hinein, heraus. Und immer schneller. Dann nahm sie noch den Zeigefinger dazu und setzte dieses Spiel fort.

Währenddessen strich der andere Mittelfinger durch die Spalte, verharrte einen Moment auf dem kleinen Knubbel und vollführte einen rasenden Tanz. Und das wechselte sich ständig ab. Auch ich hatte, ohne mir dessen bewusst zu sein, inzwischen das Tempo erhöht. Als sich bei meiner Schwester mit Keuchen und Stöhnen der Orgasmus ankündigte war es auch bei mir soweit. „Jeeeetzt” rief ich und da spritzte ich auch schon los. Meine Schwester hatte gerade noch rechtzeitig ihre Augen aufgerissen und sah nun, wie meine Samenfontäne bis zu ihr spritzte. Dann brach auch sie unter ihrem Orgasmus zusammen.

Eine ganze Weile lagen wir heftig atmend und keiner Bewegung fähig nebeneinander. Dann nahm ich meine nackte Schwester in die Arme und wir küssten uns, wie sich nur Verliebte küssen können. Langsam versteifte sich dabei mein Schwanz wieder. „Wollen wir jetzt ficken?” hauchte sie. Ich wollte gerade heftig nicken, da fiel mein Blick auf die Uhr. „Um Gottes Willen! Mutti kommt bald nach Hause.” Als nächstes fiel mein Blick auf die Spermaflecken und vor Schreck standen mir die Haare zu Berge. Wenn Mutti die erblickte, dann lag alles auf der Hand. Auch Karla hatte in einem Augenblick die Situation erfasst. Schnell zog sie sich Schlüpfer und Tshirt an, holte einen feuchten Lappen und ehe ich noch richtig zu mir kam war schon alles erledigt. Nur ein paar feuchte Flecken waren noch zu sehen. Schnell versteckten wir das Buch wieder und verzogen uns in unsere Zimmer und kaum waren die Türen zu, da drehte sich auch schon Muttis Schlüssel im Schloss.

Als ob wir da schon stundenlang gesessen hätten kamen wir nun aus unseren Zimmern um Mutti zu begrüßen. Und ich glaube, an diesem Tag fiel die Begrüßung unsererseits etwas stürmischer und intensiver aus als sonst. Was Mutti dann auch zu der Bemerkung veranlasste: „Hej, was ist denn mit euch heute los?”. Dann sah sie natürlich sofort die feuchten Flecken. „Und was ist hier passiert?” „Ach, mir ist da nur was runtergekleckert.” meinte ich. In Muttis Gesicht trat ein seltsamer nachdenklicher Ausdruck, doch sie sagte nichts weiter. Der restliche Abend verlief dann wie immer: Abendbrot mit Gespräch, abräumen, Geschirr waschen, fernsehen, schlafen.

Als wir am Morgen wie immer alle drei zusammen die Wohnung verließen meinte Mutter nur: „Und macht mir keine Dummheiten!” Doch nach der Schule konnten wir nicht schnell genug das Tagebuch hervorholen. Seltsamerweise lag es nicht da, wo wir es gestern versteckt hatten, sondern so als ob es für uns bereitgelegt wäre. „Komm, wir legen uns nackt auf den Teppich. ……….. Oder wollen wir da fortfahren, wo wir gestern aufgehört haben? …… Wollen wir erst ficken? Ich habe so ein gewaltiges Verlangen danach, deinen großen harten Schwanz in meiner Muschi zu spüren.” Jetzt war ich in einer Zwickmühle. Einerseits war mein Verlangen, mit meiner Schwester zu ficken, genau so groß, andererseits hatte ich etwas Angst davor. Dieses Loch mit den vielen Haaren drumrum — und da sollte ich so einfach meinen Schwanz reinschieben? Was erwartete ihn dort drin? Und so sagte ich: „Lass uns erst ein Stück lesen. Das wird uns noch geiler und unser Verlangen noch größer machen. Aber die Idee, nackt zu lesen, ist großartig.” „Schade. Ich hätte gerne gleich mit dir gefickt.” So zogen wir uns in Windeseile aus und lagen nackt auf dem Bauch.

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Next morning I woke to Mark in my arms. That was nice. Felt homey. The guy had really bulked up since I last cuddled him years ago, he had to be at least two-three sizes larger than me, not that I was that small, but he was that large. It was a little amusing to have the big guy as my little spoon like that.

He was awake before me and turned his head up to me as I started shifting.

“Since when do you sleep so long?” he asked as the very first thing.

“Since I have good company I guess.” I half yawned to him.

“Well, get that dick out of my crack or slide it in.” he said lifting the lube to my face.

I laughed hard at our morning conversation, I don’t know if I’ve just had the wrong girls, or it took a man to understand the entire morning glory question. Fuck yeah, nothing like starting the morning off well. He just raised me an eyebrow with a puzzled smile.

“I think that was the best thing you have ever said to me.” I said grabbing the lube off of him and kissing him. Damn, his lips felt good. Did they feel as good last night? Or do they just get better?

“I can say that to you every morning I have your dick between my buttocks.” he snickered with a wide smile.

“I’ll take it.” I grinned and squirted some lube on my fingers.

I gently pressed two fingers in him and was immediately rewarded with a moan. I could get used to that and I think I might have been in love with that ass of his, so warm and hugging.

I opened him up a little and coated myself for him as he shifted onto his back and invited me between his legs. I kissed him as I eased into him and god how I enjoyed him moaning and whimpering on my lips… and his ass, I don’t know if it’s just that fucking ass is great, but god his ass felt great.

I stayed still for a moment as I got all the way in to give him a moment to adjust, but he already murmured that he’s all good and asked me to fuck him before kissing me eagerly and digging his fingers into my skin.

He wiggled his position under me before groaning with deep satisfaction and asking for more. Our hands browsed each other with fascination and he gripped my ass pulling me deeper. He felt good, real good.

He stroked himself leisurely meeting just half of my pace, murmuring how good I felt and pulling my lips back on his.

“Damn, Mark you’re going to make me cum like this.” I chuckled on his lips.

“Good, me too.” He chuckled back.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” He grinned and jerked off faster.

We kissed eagerly as we worked each other to our climaxes and half-sighed, half-moaned in bliss as our bodies stiffened under our orgasms.

We laid entangled on top of each other and panted for air. Damn that had felt good. God, was I seriously ‘that’ bisexual? Or was I just bi for Mark?

I rolled off of him and thought back to his wish to not to just fool around. Would I really be in a relationship with a man? I guess we’d have a great relationship, he’s my best mate after all, but to actually be in an actual relationship with him?

And… I guess that it’s only logical that he’d want to fuck me sooner or later. Would I let him? Would I enjoy it like he did?

“A penny for your thoughts?” Mark asked, bringing me back to the current moment and handed me a towel to clean myself.

“Sorry, I… this is just a bit new.” I said gesturing at us.

“Good new I hope?”

“Yeah… yeah.”

“So, we’re just… seeing how we go?”

“Uhm, yeah.”

“What’s up today?”

“I guess I should face the aftermath at home.”

“A coffee before you go?”

“Sure.”

We got dressed and made our way to his kitchen where Kate had already brewed a pot of coffee. Mark filled two mugs and we joined Kate out on the porch, noticing her hand in a splint.

She had a few fractures and had refused a cast that Josh so persistently had demanded. Josh is my oldest brother, 36 now, an ortho surgeon who spends most of his working hours in the ER.

We drank our coffees and I excused myself home, giving Mark a kiss on the way that made Kate stare at us wide eyed, before biting her grinning lip as I tried my best not to blush. I guess even Mark hadn’t expected that kiss as he looked at me pleasantly surprised.

Surprisingly the house was like a ghost house, with no soul in the common areas. I helped myself to some breakfast and wondered with what I’d keep myself busy with for the weekend. Ma’ did want a pergola over the new porch…

It was absolutely amazing how efficiently I worked as I tried to avoid my own thoughts, but sadly that worked only until the measuring and cutting was done and my confusion with everything Mark resurfaced.

I could in no way deny that I liked his body on mine, sexually or not, he’s always felt homey for me. Had I just been blind about myself all this time? Could I even compare him to my past girlfriends? I mean he’s my best friend, that already gives him a great advantage… But… I guess I was just scared to face the truth.

I’d gotten most of the project balçova escort done by late afternoon as I saw Joshes town car pull up by the house, but interestingly he didn’t even step by to say hello and went straight to the house. Even the kids, who usually ran over and suffocated me in a group hug. Maybe they just didn’t notice me?

Josh never ‘just’ visited either, he was far too busy for that, so I had to wonder what brought him by and the fact that Carol wasn’t with him made me wonder even more. But for the time being I just shrugged it off and carried on with my project.

Some time later ma’ called me for dinner, but I just told her I’ll do the last tiny bit that I still needed to do and eat later.

I was literally at the last screw when Josh joined me outside sometime later, looking clearly distressed.

We had a brotherly hug and I asked what brought him by. With a blank expression he replied “Okay, lets get this over with – Carol left and filed for divorce.”

“What?!” I asked in sheer shock. I was sixteen when they got married after years of dating. They were my second perfect example of a couple besides our folks.

“Yeah…” Josh sighed uneasily.

“Why?” I batted my eyes of shock. Had he just said she left?

“I can only guess, she just left.”

“Seriously? What about the kids?” I stared at him wide eyed, I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Left them.”

“Oh jesus…” I muttered, pulling him into a hug.

“Yeah…”

“She just left?”

“That’s what I said.”

“How the fuck are you coping?”

“Have to.” he muttered, pulling away, his look clearly pained “Can we talk about anything else? Like anything?”

“Well, Mark’s gay and Jake got beat up by a girl.”

Josh stared at me like I had just confessed murder and took a few seconds to answer. “Mark’s gay? Since when?” he asked me bewildered.

“Since forever apparently.”

“The hell he has.”

“We’re not having a conversation where I have to prove that my best mates gay.”

“You are joking, right? I mean this would have come up at one point before.”

“Fuck off Josh, I just found out too.”

“Shit, you’re really serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait-wait-wait… so what exactly happened yesterday? I thought Jake made a move on Kate and Mark turned into papa bear.”

I gave him a quick look over of another friendly gathering at the Dales and he had a good laugh as he asked specifying questions. Since my folks had offered a game night with the kids to give Josh some personal time, we decided on heading to Marks to drink his sorrows away after I’d fetched myself some dinner and showered.

We decided on my car as his car barely survives on our roads anyhow and the first question Josh asked when we shut the doors was “You really didn’t know he was gay?”

“Nope, had quite a surprise two weeks ago…”

“What made him tell after all this time?”

“Lets just say that I learned the value of knocking and he was literally in a position he couldn’t deny it.”

Josh had a good chuckle and asked “So he has someone?”

“Nah, that was just a friend of mine visiting, who apparently is bi as it turned out.”

“You fine with him, you know… being gay and so close to you?”

‘You have no idea how close’ echoed in my head, but luckily I still had better judgement and said “Sure, I mean we all have friends of the gender we prefer. So it’s all good, we’re all good.”

“You really didn’t know?” he asked again, like asking it again and again would have changed the answer. I just rolled my eyes to him with a little head shake and he noted “Damn, I really should come home more often.”

“Yeah, it’s some weird drama phase here.”

“Anything to get my mind off of Carol.”

“Well Kate thinks you’re gorgeous, her own words.”

“Too heartbroken to even think about it.”

“Can’t even imagine.”

“I still can’t believe that twelve years of marriage is just gone.”

“Well I haven’t even got past the two year milestone, so I can’t really empathize.”

“I wouldn’t want you to. Not really a joyful place to be at.”

We found them already on their first drinks on the living room floor playing what looked like poker with rum as the currency, but the trick was for the losing party to always drink half that was betted as Kate explained to us later.

“I think she’s just trying to get me drunk.” Mark said as she’d finished the explaining and got us each a bottle to join the game.

“Oh sweetie, I don’t need to get you drunk to get what I want.” Kate murmured to him deviously and I did wonder a little what that was about.

Mark just rolled his eyes at her and dealt the cards as he did a quick catch up with Josh. We talked over the events of last night, sharing a few good laughs and some moments of thought. Then there was the obviously unavoidable topic of Joshes divorce, but he shut that topic off almost immediately.

We wrapped up the game an hour later and feeling all rather dipsy, bandırma escort with Josh being undeniably drunk, but still decent and Kate took him outside smoking, giving us two a little devious smile as they headed out.

Josh was interestingly the only one in our family who smoked, but as the white sheep of the family he didn’t want anyone to know and never smoked at home. Although I suspected that after twenty years of smoking, everyone suspected that he did. Though I had found out just because I used to sneak off to smoke to the same place he did.

With them outside I finally dared to look at Mark without turning my look away immediately. It seemed that he’d been waiting for the same moment, gazing back at me like he’d crawl over any second. And I wanted him to, I almost couldn’t care that Josh was right outside.

“Should put the stuff away.” he finally said looking away from me and started gathering cards.

“Yeah.” I said, grabbing the bottles of rum and taking them to his liqueur cupboard.

He soon followed me to the kitchen and got a bottle of what looked like a premixed cocktail offering me a glass as well. I gladly agreed and walked over to him, standing a bit too close to him, inhaling his scent from his neck.

“Jona…” he groaned softly.

“Why do I want this Mark?” I asked whispering, trailing my nose along his neck.

He turned around and cupped my face, gazing me in my eyes, he asked “Why ‘do’ you want this?”

“You’re my Mark, no one can really top that.” I said, caressing his cheek, surprised that such a gesture already seemed so natural to me.

“I hope to god you’re serious here.”

“I am, I swear on my best mate.”

Mark snorted out a laugh and shook his head, giving me a disapproving look saying “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Are you done trying to ruin my weeks of hard work accepting this and kiss me already?”

“Only because you’re so freaking cute.” He murmured trailing his nose along between my lips before giving me his.

My heart skipped at least two beats as our lips brushed against each others. No, kissing no one had felt like that. We pulled each other closer, feeling the others heart beat against our chests, savouring the feel of our bodies.

“Okay, jesus, do you want to get caught?” Mark chuckled, pulling away from me.

“Maybe not today.” I answered suddenly wondering what would actually happen if we’d declare our relationship, if it was a relationship, wasn’t it?

“Figured. Playstation?”

“Tekken?”

“Crash?”

“Fine, Crash.”

We played a few good rounds before Kate and Josh rejoined our company. Josh looked oddly focused and at peace after their smoke. Interesting. They joined our game and we played a few tournaments before it was late enough to be on our way.

Kate invited Josh for a last smoke outside and Mark took the opportunity to pull me into the kitchen again and made out with me like crazy, saying I’m always welcome to sneak in his bed when I feel like it and had a good chuckle with an approving smile when I had to adjust myself before heading out.

Josh gave me an odd look as we joined them outside, but shrugged it off quickly, but after long enough to have me wondering. We said our goodbyes as he finished his smoke and made our way home.

Having passed our drive in silence, he prompted for my attention as we got out of the car, saying a simple “Jona.” as he stood in the doorway of the car, tapping his fingers as he always did when he was thinking intensely or nervous.

“Yeah?” I asked, feeling oddly anxious over our last ten minutes.

“So, uhm… are you and Mark… are you gay?” he asked looking away from me.

Damn. Wasn’t ready for that. I felt my face heat up and my hands quiver from anxiety. Okay, Josh was a rational, calm and intelligent person, what harm would it do to admit my uncertainties to him? I took a few seconds to gather my response before saying “I-I don’t know, probably.” as I myself really had started to wonder if I was a little more than just bisexual.

We stood in silence a few moments between the car doors before he said “Just, uhm… you know… we’re okay if you are.”

“Okay.” I muttered feeling my heart thud in my chest like crazy.

“Don’t let me knowing stop you from going back.” he said, shutting the door and walking towards the house.

“Thanks bro.” After a few moments of thought I didn’t have a single reason not to go back. Sleeping in an empty bed really wasn’t my first choice. Damn, Josh had always been an amazing brother.

I’d just come out to my brother. Was I really starting to come out as gay? I was just straight two weeks ago. Alright, allegedly straight, fine.

I’d fully expected to start panicking or feel anxious, but I didn’t. I felt calm. Relieved even.

I drove back and stared at Mark from the doorway, the hallway light lighting him. He’d pulled up to a ball cuddling his duvet, his face at such peace from his sleep. I always envied bayraklı escort how easily he could fall asleep, like it had been an half an hour the most.

I knelt down next to him, looking at his face less than a metre from him. He always looked so at ease sleeping, but now I saw him in a completely new light. How adorable his flat nose was. How oddly sexy his beard looked – that was so unkept that it already looked kept – and his chin length hair, that was just as wild as his beard.

“Mark.” I whispered, caressing his cheek, waking him up from his sleep. He batted his eyes trying to reconnect with the reality and slowly focused on me and smiled sweetly saying “I didn’t think you’d come back tonight.” and pulled the duvet back invitingly.

“Well… Josh basically told me to come back.”

“What? Why?”

“He must have noticed us or I don’t know, asked if I’m gay.”

“Seriously? What did you say?” he asked lifting his body up and squeezing my shoulder in a worried way, all the sleepiness gone from his face.

“That I probably am.”

“Oh fuck, Jona.” he hastily mumbled and pulled me down on top of him, kissing me like there was no way on earth he could kiss me enough in his lifetime.

He pulled away from me and gazed me into my eyes in the dim room, I couldn’t really see his look, just that it was directed to my eyes. We stayed like that for a few moments and he pulled me back on his lips.

We made out like we’d have all the time in the world, feeling each other like it was the first time touching one another. It felt really good being in his arms. I couldn’t say that I’d felt like that with anyone else.

He groped my now very hard dick and ordered me to fuck him. I just smirked, squirting some lube on my fingers and rubbing it onto his hole. He hummed softly, reaching between his legs to casually stroke his cock.

I bit my lip when I pushed a finger into him, feeling that incredible tightness and warmth of him and my cock twitched in anticipation of being buried there.

Once Mark was prepped, I got into position, nudging my cock against his ass. I was the one moaning as I eased myself into him, there was absolutely no place I’d rather be.

As I repeatedly thrusted in him, I let my eyes trail down from his relaxed face to the bulky arm stroking his cock, to his core tensing and flexing together with each of my thrusts, to the cock pulsing and wet in his firm grip. Seeing my cock sliding in and out of him under his balls was almost the surreal cherry on top of this beautiful sundae.

I knew we did the same in the morning, but it was somehow different. I felt so connected to him. I leaned down and kissed his neck once before he suddenly reached for my chin, gripping it, and pulling me up for some deeply tender, tongue-sloppy kissing.

We breathed heavily against each other as we enjoyed one another, the silence in the room only punctured by the gentle moans and the constant slap of skin on skin. It was perfect.

I grunted against his lips after a while murmuring “I’m close.”

“Not yet,” he muttered.

“What?” Had he just asked me not to cum?

“Don’t cum yet. I want to do something.” he said with a grin before snaking an arm around me.

He rolled us over, with me on my back with him on top of me. I grunted a bit when my cock slipped out of him, twitching to get his release. But Mark had other ideas. He kissed me once before working his way down my body slowly and I moaned loudly when he engulfed me with his mouth.

Fuck, that’s so hot, him sucking the taste of himself off my cock. He hummed a bit, working me expertly deep as his other hand glided over my inner thigh. I sensed his fingers teasing my balls gently, feeling them out for a moment before going lower.

His fingertips stroked my taint teasingly and kept going lower, right near my hole. I immediately tensed, “Mark, what are you…?” I asked with a nervous laugh. I wasn’t at all ready for that.

He smiled up at me, having let my dick drop from his lips, and said “I won’t fuck you. Well not tonight anyhow. Just a finger or two.”

“Uhm, o-okay” I said anxiously and did my best to relax again. I guess I had to give myself to him at one point anyhow if I really wanted to be with him and it was just fingers. I’d technically done that before. Yes, I could do that.

“Jona, it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“No… uhm, I want to.” I admitted. He was my Mark after all and I wanted to be his.

The realisation made me oddly calm. I wanted to be his. I said it again and again in my head and it was like one of those moments when you hear something that sounds so true and simple that you wonder how on earth you didn’t know that before.

He gave me a sweet smile and resumed on working his mouth on me expertly. My heart raced as I heard the sound of the lube cap. But I wasn’t afraid. I felt like that would be the final confirmation to us, knowing that I could enjoy him like he enjoys me, even if this wasn’t the real deal.

And then I felt his finger. He nudged against me with his fingertip, gently pushing as if to test whether or not I’d let him in. I just let out a good exhale, trying to calm myself and he pushed into me. I gasped a little immediately tensing up from the intrusion.

“Relax…” he said soothingly, kissing my inner thigh.

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Small towns can be wonderful places, with a sense of belonging and community. However they are also a source of frustration to every man who wants some uninhibited sex with no holds barred and plenty of sweat and cum for all. I lived in just such a town and I was not a happy chap. My balls ached with the need for some anonymous, raunchy sex with strangers jerking off in the local toilet block as people who knew you were just the other side of the door only had so many thrills in it. I like size and numbers, I don’t want to know who they are just stick it in and fuck my arse and / or throat until you blow your load in and on me. I’ll take on you and your mates, one at a time or all at once, two in my hole, two in my face and one each hand if you like. If it happens to be huge even better.

The main highway ran through town and at least that had large numbers of truckers, tourists and the like, it was just where do you meet them to get it on without the coppers ruining a perfect fuck. The answer for me came in the form of a CB.

By listening to the truckers yarning for a few weeks I realised that they used a particular stop about an hour east of my town. They always seemed to call in an all clear and Madson bridge. Then there’d be maybe half a dozen or so who’d respond and apparently pull in.

I travelled out there and found a large truck bay and ablution block set down by the river below the road bridge. The place couldn’t be seen from the road and there was plenty of space for the semis to pull up and the drivers get their rest. The police had been cracking down on tired drivers and so there was a real reason to stop and recuperate! As such the police tended to give them a break while here and not hassle them.

I pulled up just opposite the toilet block and watched for a short time before wandering over for quick piss and to check out the facilities. There was no-one there and the block consisted of 2 toilet cubicles and a shower stall plus the usual urinal. There were glory holes in all the walls and the usual scribbling on the walls good signs. I left and planned to return when I heard the truckers giving the all clear.

***

The all clear came only three days later, which was fortunate as I was in danger of wearing out my cock wanking. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I was sitting on a dong at the time of hearing the all clear so I was READY! Open clean and really, really ready!

By the time I’d travelled the 60Kms or so I was nearly drooling from both ends. I’d heard about a dozen calls in after the all clear and I was madly imagining a trucker gangbang with me as the cum pot! I pulled off the road and down to the parking area opposite the ablutions block. There were 9 rigs pulled up already!

I quickly parked and headed into the block. I could hear the sound of running water as I approached so at least I’d get to perve on some naked male body if nothing else. Inside as I turned the corner from the bright outside light I dimly saw a few men suddenly move apart at the urinal. I stopped to let my eyes adjust to the gloom, looking up I saw the globe was missing, I approved. I leant back against the wall and unzipped my jeans watching the participants already there relax and return to their activities.

At the urinals there are three men. The two younger ones are on either side and they seem to be stroking the big bruiser in the middle together. Two more men are leaning against the wall next to me, both have towels over the shoulders as if waiting for the shower and both have revealed the erect cocks sticking up out of their jeans. The shower door open and there is a small femmy looking guy bent from the waist taking a full length ploughing from a fat bellied trucker bergama escort with a long cock.

As I stay there I realise that the femmy is hanging onto a cock coming through the wall and both booths are busy. I’ve walked in to an orgy!

There was a groan from the end booth just as another rig pulled in to the park, it was getting towards dusk and quite a few would pull up and rest for a few hours before travelling on in the peace of night. If they were lucky they’d get a piece while here and if I was lucky I’d be that piece.

The cubicle in the middle opened and a man came out tucking his shirt in. I quickly moved to get in there as the other two waiting nodded their assent. The man emerging had just shot all over the femmys face and he was trying to wipe it off with his fingers while being power fucked.

In the cubicle I could see there were holes in both walls and the door. I stripped off putting my clothes on the cistern away from the semen and piss on the floor. I peered through the glory hole to my left to watch the face of the femmy as the fat guy really drove it home. He was grimacing and grunting, the wet slapping sounds of the assault upon his ass were rising in tempo and then a loud groan announced the fat giuys orgasm. The femmy pressed back and squealed like a day old pig and began to furiously beat his tiny cock. The fat guy saw this and slapped his hand away telling him he had to wait. The femmy pleaded but the fat guy just pulled out and finished showering. I stuck my cock through to the femmy and was quickly rewarded by him sucking my cock down his slut throat. I groaned with lust as he worked my cock with his throat muscles and tongue. His fingers came through the rather large glory hole and groped my balls pulling on them hard before slipping and digit up my hole.

I didn’t want to cum yet but it was just too much and I shot into his mouth, groaning and banging against the partition.

I pulled my cock back and rested on the pan but saw a cock come through the other hole. It was a nice 7 or 8 inches of thick throbbing cock. I grasped it and wanked it a couple of times before the owner told me to get it in my mouth. I stood up and placed my mouth over his cock and pushed my face towards the partition. His cock invaded my mouth travelling across my tongue and into my throat. Behind me the femmy got a close up of my arse and soon I felt fingers probing my hole again.

I groaned around the cock in my face, rapidly working my tongue across the underside of the cock and revelling in the filthy lust of the situation. Total strangers were using me for sex and I just wanted more. My arse was close enough to the wall for a cock to come through the wall and enter me. I was fully engaged in sucking when on did.

At first I thought the femmy guy must have pushed fingers in because the intruder was much bigger than his little cock but the sound was of the fat guy grunting again. God it was long, no wonder the femmy guy had grimaced. I rocked back and forth between the cock in my mouth and the one in my arse slobbering at both ends waiting to be a cum bucket.

The guy in my mouth shot off first sending most of it down my throat but same git smeared across my face. He pulled out, thanked me and left.

The fat guy started to pound me much faster and harder I was expecting a cum enema any time when suddenly another cock appeared before my face.

It was black! I shivered; pulling up tight on the cock in my bowels and making him groan and fill me with juice.

While the man fucking my arse groaned and shot me full I swallowed the black cock as quick as I could. My first black cock and a gang bang! It wasn’t huge but it was the colour of pitch biga escort with a purple head and it was iron hard.

I licked it, I sucked it, I smelt it I worshipped it until I was told to swallow it whitey and I did just that. He came too soon for me but I swallowed every drop, even licking the hole clean once he’d pulled out.

No cocks appeared for a few minutes so I sat back and gently wanked then a face appeared at the shower hole. It was the man who’d stood next to me earlier. He asked if ZI was taking anyone and how?

”I take; both ends, bareback and I swallow.”

He sighed, stood up and introduced me to his cock. He pushed his hips a little forward giving me better access to his cock and emerging balls. As I bent to my task again he spoke to someone the other side and said, “He’s game for it.”

I wondered what it was, but not for long.

He pulled out of my mouth and told me to “Get round here”, they needed a cum puddle and I was going to be it. I almost came with excitement. I was out of my cubicle so fast it made those present to laugh, the men at the urinal had turned about and I saw the largest cock I’d ever seen on a man. Both the younger men had a hand around it and still a good length jutted past their fingers.

I knelt at the feet of the man in the shower who was now naked. He was towering over me and it made his impressive cock all the more so. I licked its length and would have taken my time but someone else came into the shower and lifted me up by the waist before slipping a hard hot naked cock into my rectum.

The two men pushed and pulled for a few minutes before the man in my arse groaned and rammed fully in to me filling me with semen. He throbbed for a short while deep in my hole before pulling out and leaving a trail of goo running down my inner thighs. I held on to the thighs before me and gave him the best deep throat I could. He was giving the other men present a blow by blow description and was clearly enjoying it. He called to another man to get it up that slack hole. I felt someone part me cheeks and step up against my thighs. A hard cock pressed directly between my swelling arse lips and he pushed in.

Most men, in my experience only last a few minutes once they get their cock into a hot hole. This one was no different. I’d only just started to get used to his rhythm when he became uncoordinated and jerked to a standstill inside me. I could feel the head of his cock throbbing right up inside my guts and this had me trembling with excitement.

The man I was sucking still remained hard, unusually and was still describing the action. Drool stretched from both my holes to the floor of the shower.

The man in my mouth decided to get it over with and pushed down on to my knees with my back against the wall. He pinned my head between his hands and the wall and looked down at me, “You better take a deep breath cos I’m not stopping or pulling out for anything. Gag, choke, puke, pass out or die you’re going to take my cock down your throat till I’m satisfied”

With that he lunged his hips forward and the head of his cock plunged as far into my throat as it could reach. He furiously fucked my throat, pulling completely out then right down to the pubic bone. My nose and lips were getting bruised and the back of my head was hammered against the partition. Some other men present cheered and I swooned as he raced towards his balls firing into my gullet. It was most probably the longest and sexiest couple of minutes in my life but eventually he groaned one last time and remained deep in my throat instead of pulling back and forth. His balls crept up against my chin and his throbbing cock pumped semen so deeply in to me I didn’t bornova escort taste a thing until he pulled out and made me gently lick him clean.

As he quickly showered off I saw that the man with the huge cock was trying to get it in to one of the young men but the bitch was squealing like a virgin and he couldn’t get his pole to enter.

I called across to him to “Fuck my bitch hole” and got unsteadily to my feet. I lent against the wall my chest pressed against it and looked back over my shoulder to watch this man mountain push the squealing queen away and approach. I spasmed in fear, excitement and lust sending a gush of semen and goo down my legs, I was going to need all the lube available in my slack hole to satisfy this monster. Not only was his cock longer than anything I’d ever seen on a living man but it was VERY thick. Only a man of his enormous overall size had enough blood to fill something that size.

He walked up behind me his erection swinging heavily before him. “ You really think you can take me huh?”

“I wasn’t so sure this close but I wanted him to try me out. “Uh hu. Take me big boy” I said with a flirty wiggle of my hips.

“It’s your funeral” he said with a shrug and reached out to take me by the hips.

Being much taller than me he lifted me off the floor and sort of placed me on the end of his cock. The enormous swelling that was the head of it he used as a stool to sit my arse on. I sort of perched on the end of it, my arse lips beginning to spread apart and let it slowly pass inside.

He grunted, “You might just do it girly.”

Then he pulled my hips towards his and thrust forward at the same time. I screamed with the burning pain. I sobbed and begged him to, “Stop, go slow please your tearing me apart.”

He just grunted and began to use me like a wanking toy lifting up and down his erection. ”You said I could fuck you and I’m going to!”

The other men present were now all watching. Some were commenting on my taking Bear and how they’d never seen any bitch do it before. I’d have been complimented if I wasn’t in such pain. There was a deep burning in my guts and my arsehole felt as if it had actually torn open.

I hung in his hands, my chest still pressed against the wall as I was slid up and down, I couldn’t resist and just hoped I’d survive. He settled in to a rhythm and soon sawed a nice clean hole up into my bowels. The semen already there along with my own mucus began to make passage easier and I began to feel better about the extreme sport I’d indulged in.

As I became better lubed I became looser, a very relative term in the circumstances and Bear was able to slide into me deeper with each thrust. This made me groan and grunt each time he hit bottom but he seemed to like this and it drove him on to drive in to me deeper.

After about ten minutes I realised he was giving me the full length of his cock and I knew I was getting the fucking of my life. Bear was sweating and grunting furiously as he lifted me off his cock and then let me fall back on to it. His breathing became laboured and his efforts became less rhythmic until he eventually just shoved it in and held me there while he trembled and his enormous cock swelled and throbbed in my rectum. His balls seemed to fire their load in to me. It was the first time I could really say I felt the load hitting the walls of my hole.

He pulled me off his cock and dropped me like a used tissue. I slumped to the floor with a gush of semen falling from my gaping hole. I lay face down recovering as Bear left the toilet and the others went about their own debaucheries. A couple came over to me but when they checked out how used up I was they realised I wasn’t worth the effort.

I eventually moved after about fifteen minutes and after struggling in to my jeans I managed to get out to my car. I noticed Bear climbing in to a rig, Marsdens Trucking. I’d have to keep an eye out for that and then I turned for home. I’d not need cock for a little while yet.

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As soon as he opened the door, he knew he was in trouble. Blond-haired Joseph stood just a few feet in front of a man that he clearly recognized as his lover’s husband. Thirty-three-year-old Damian was a towering African-American man with long dreadlocks and well-built arms. Upon close inspection, he seemed like the kind of guy that numerous women would be swooning over. But judging by his blank stare, which caused Joseph to freeze himself in newfound dread, he wasn’t in the mood for a friendly visit.

Damian’s baritone voice emitted an alluring presence in Joseph’s ears. “I know about you and my wife.”

Joseph, a twenty-year-old white man, didn’t know what to do. He breathed through his nose before asking, “How…how did you find out?”

Damian took one slow step forward. “I saw the two of you at Staples Center watching the Lakers game. I saw everything, including the way the two of you fondled each other all evening.”

“I can explain everything.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have to do that. Let me in.”

Joseph took deeper breaths. “I don’t think I should.”

“I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

“Why should I?”

“I’ve already accepted that my wife has been cheating on me for weeks. She’s nothing to me now.”

“So what does that make me?”

“Let me in and we’ll talk. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Joseph shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

He was about to slam the door on Damian’s face when the visitor pushed away the swinging door and led himself in the apartment without permission. He slammed the door shut right away.

Joseph didn’t know what to do. He was trapped in his own home. He leaned against the couch while keeping his steady gaze at Damian, who looked around as if observing to adapt to a new environment.

“I can only assume that this is where you like to fuck her.”

Joseph started to shiver. He just had to tell the truth. “It happened twice…maybe three times.”

Damian’s blank stare didn’t change. “She liked it, didn’t she?”

“Yes, she did.”

Damian took a few more steps forward before being just a few inches away from Joseph, who was a few inches shorter than him. “Like I said, she’s nothing to me now. But you still have something to do with this, and that’s a problem.”

Joseph could smell the masculine tendencies which instigated off of Damian’s body and clothes. “To tell you the truth, I’m nervous right now. I don’t know what from me.”

“I just want payback.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Damian eyed him from top to bottom. “You do look handsome. No wonder my wife has already taken a liking to you.”

“Uh…thanks.”

Damian stepped back. “Take off your shirt.”

Mild confusion interfered with Joseph’s critical thinking skills. He hesitated when asking, “Why should I do that?”

“Because I say so. Now do it. And do it slowly.”

To avoid any missteps regarding life endangerment, bucak escort Joseph took off his t-shirt in an unhurried manner. He threw it on the couch and murmured, “Well, I did it. Now what?”

Damian had his eyes on the young man’s hairless abs, but a change in expression didn’t take effect just yet. “Now take off your jeans.”

“You’re going somewhere with this, aren’t you?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

Joseph grabbed his blue jeans and slid it down his legs. Once it reached his ankles, he kicked it aside before doing the same with his boxer shorts. He was not completely naked in front of his visitor.

Damian didn’t utter a single word when he eyed him in all directions, a look of sheer determination arising for just a few seconds. He walked around the blond man to get a good look at his entire bare body. Joseph didn’t move a muscle, even as Damian, coming from behind, lowered his head and kissed him on the shoulder. Joseph gasped, but he stood still. He didn’t know what to do. Fear, bewilderment, and a dash of excitement overwhelmed his five senses.

Damian whispered in his ear, “Tonight, I’m making you mine.”

By now, Joseph knew what was going to happen. Damian sought official retribution against his cheating wife, and his sexual urge was his weapon of choice.

Joseph murmured, “But what about your wife?”

“She’s not important. This is now between you and me, and I’m in charge. Turn around.”

Joseph did a 180-degree turn without complaints. Damian had already taken off his own shirt.

“How do I look?”

Joseph examined his muscular physique. The arms and abs appeared authentic, almost to the point that it produced an uncharted allure towards Joseph’s philosophical foundation.

“You look like a hunk.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

Joseph repeated his statement but with more charisma.

Damian kept his blank stare as he took off his pants and boxer shorts and hurled them in the corner. Joseph looked down to see the massive black cock that stood erect. Damian, as a matter of fact, had a body that demonstrated true strength and buoyancy. It represented an image of a well-built stallion.

Now, the two of them stood naked as complete opposites: dark and light skin, black and blond hair, authority and obedience.

Damian pointed at his cock. “Suck it right now.”

Joseph was almost speechless. “I don’t think I can do it.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed again. “Don’t think, just feel. You will taste it, and you will like it.”

After taking a deep breath, Joseph got down on his knees and began a long journey to a new world. He kissed Damian’s precious black cock before licking it from all sides.

Damian’s baritone voice became a reliable administrator for his new boy toy. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

Joseph whispered, “Whatever you say.”

“Suck it hard. Don’t say anything. Just bulancak escort do it.”

It didn’t take long for Joseph to stuff the entire cock deep inside his mouth. He couldn’t fathom the entire situation just yet. He didn’t question why he now had a big dick in his mouth. It just happened.

Damian asked, “You like that, don’t ya?”

Joseph didn’t answer. He just kept sucking it. Damian’s dick was so big that Joseph almost choked on it. He nevertheless swung his head forward and backward to receive the full flavor of a long hard cock.

“Come on, now. Do it faster. FASTER.”

Joseph picked up speed with his head movements. This time, Damian grabbed his head with his hands and moved it any way he wanted. Joseph didn’t struggle as he let him satisfy his own needs. The black cock did wonders to the blond man’s psyche. He had never done this sort of thing before. It felt strange, but at the same time, it was also a moderately unique experience.

Damian’s anticipated ejaculation came true as Joseph could feel the unwelcome slime flooding his mouth.

“Don’t spit it out.”

By obeying his command, the blond man swallowed the creamy substance with one gulp. More warm cream squirted from out of the shaft, and Joseph took the time swallowing everything given to him. Once Damian pulled his cock out from his mouth, Joseph had to take deep breaths from almost suffocating with such an enormous piece of Damian’s manhood in his mouth. He looked up to see a slight change to Damian’s neutral expression. A little half-smile formed on his face.

“How does it taste?”

Joseph licked off the remaining residue off of his lips. “It’s warm and thick.”

“Good. Now lie down on the floor.”

Without protesting, Joseph did what he was told. He lay on his stomach and waited for the impending human experiment about to unfold in the living room.

Damian was now on top of him. “I’m going to do the same thing you’ve done with my wife.”

Joseph felt a certain serpent touching his buttock. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Don’t ignore it. Feel it.”

Joseph could feel the warm intruder touching the walls of his little passageway. He clenched his teeth as such a mammoth entity wedged itself through. Once it hit the right spot from deep inside, Joseph closed his eyes and let out a long whimper.

Damian whispered, “Don’t try to fight it.”

He started thrusting in and out of his wife’s boyfriend, someone who was now no longer her cherished secret. Joseph moaned with every other thrust. It didn’t take long for him to embrace the truth. Damian kept smacking his ass with his hips while striking his inner tube with his prized possession.

“How does it feel?”

Joseph groaned. “It feels good!”

“That’s right. Take it!”

Damian grabbed him by the arms as his forward propulsion took effect with no sign of cooling down whatsoever.

Joseph bulanık escort cried out, “Oh, don’t stop! Please!”

“Tell me that you’re mine!”

“You own me!”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Damian didn’t stop pounding him right on the carpet. It was a continuous loop, fueling a growing quantity of high spirits without giving the hint of it ever discontinuing. The nonstop shoving grew faster and harder. The burning sensation from down below became a part of an untried practice for Joseph. He, however, didn’t move as he lay on his stomach, the soft and fragile threads of the carpet tickling his skin. Another man had complete control over his actions, and he followed the new set of rules that Damian had bestowed upon him.

“Oh, fuck!”

Joseph could no longer comprehend the intricacies of following the correct time. The dictatorial retribution in the shape of Damian’s primal instincts must have lasted longer than fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. But Joseph didn’t yearn for a fitting conclusion just yet. He still let his visitor break through his narrow hole for as long as he desired. The feeling of someone lying right on his back didn’t disturb Joseph at all. His panting grew quicker, his moaning grew louder, and his willingness to expose himself to Damian’s method of payback was near completion.

Damian thrust his cock deeper than ever before completing his long-awaited climax. Joseph’s final squeal was the loudest. He didn’t feel it just yet, but he imagined the thick creamy discharge filling up his vessel right about now.

Exhausted, Damian rested his head on Joseph’s shoulder and calmed his muscles. Both of them lay still on the carpet. Loud noises no longer became a nuisance in the living room as everything grew silent. The profound weight on Joseph’s back did little to lighten the blond man’s heavy breathing. The warm moisture in the room was enough for a few drops of sweat to slide down Joseph’s own skin. He could feel Damian’s perspiring chest and legs as they were pressed down behind him. It didn’t concern his senses in a negative manner because such an unfamiliar feeling did wonders to his current state of mind. He couldn’t fathom how it reworked itself, but the continuous animation he felt when Damian kept inserting his solid shaft in and out of him encompassed a more encouraging outcome for his heart and soul.

Damian kissed Joseph’s shoulder once again. After such a vigorous exercise in genuine retribution, a sweeter and simpler act proved to be such a relief to the younger man. Intimacy for someone of the same sex didn’t become a novelty for Joseph until now.

“I can’t believe it. This is my first time with another guy.”

Damian replied, “It won’t be the last.”

The visitor kept his black cock deep inside his new lover’s lower hole, but he relocated his mouth right above Joseph’s ear. His baritone whisper made the blond man’s entire body shiver. “My wife has betrayed me. And because of that, she won’t see you again. Instead, you will be seeing me. I’m keeping you as my own little secret. Understand that.”

Despite exhaustion, Joseph murmured, “Don’t worry. I do.”

“Give her a call and tell her that you’re through with her.”

“I will.”

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You and I both know you need to suck cock. Let’s see what else you need.

60, 6’1″, 210. 7 inch cut.

Sir.

I read the ad and was surprised how it made me feel. I had wondered for a couple years, when alone, horny and watching porn on the computer, what it would be like to suck a cock. I had even masturbated a few times watching a woman sucking a cock until it exploded on her face or in her mouth and picturing myself in her position. I didn’t have feelings about men, but there was something about cocks that attracted me. And of course, like many I am sure, I would feel disgusted after I had cum and swear to never do it again.

But eventually I would find myself doing the same thing again and the pattern would repeat itself every few weeks. I had a girlfriend and we had great sex, and often, but you know how it is. Sometimes you just need the raw experience of doing things you would not necessarily want anyone else to know about. That is what I would do when I watched the porn and put myself in the place of the woman enjoying whatever cock or cocks it was she was pleasuring.

In my surfing I had run across a few sites that had personals where people would advertise for whatever sex it might be they were looking for. I figured out pretty early on that most of the ones from women were just disguised ads for hookers. And most of the others were from men that were either looking, without much hope of success, for women to fuck, or more often, men who wanted to be sucked off. Most of them were silly, but you could find enough, that if you suspended belief, described fantasies that were good for a masturbation session.

Then I came upon the above ad and it made me feel something I had never experienced before reading the ads. I found myself catching my breath and instantly hard. I felt like it was talking directly to me. I had thought about what a cock would feel like in my mouth, what cum blasting into my mouth or covering my face would do to me and here was this man who seemed to know exactly what my fantasy was. I didn’t know what he meant by what else I might need, but I focused on his saying we both knew I needed to suck cock and what it would be like to service him. I masturbated fast and furious and had an immense orgasm and then, the guilt flooded in and I quickly shut down the site, cleaned myself up and went about my day.

Over the next few days I could not get that ad out of my mind. I wondered about the fact that he was 60 years old, and would that make it better or worse to do what I imagined doing to please him. But then I would think that an older man was probably perfect for my secret fantasy as they would be more patient and into more than just cumming as fast as possible. I could not get the thought out of my mind and eventually I returned to the site and was surprised to find his ad still up. As I read and reread it I slowly stroked my own small cock and the idea came to answer the ad and see what his response was. I knew I could stay anonymous and would not have to follow through but that it might give me more fodder for my masturbation fantasies.

Before I could change my mind çarşamba escort I sent off the following response…

Sir,

I do not know how you know about my need to suck cock but it is true. I have never done anything like this before but the idea has been in my head for a long time and I find myself more and more drawn to the thought of providing oral service to a man.

28, 5’10”, 145, 5 ½” cut.

Boy

Did I just sign that boy? Did I want this man to treat me like a boy? I found I did, that the idea I would be submitting to a man who knew what I needed added to the idea of just sucking someone off. I quickly hit send, before I could change my mind, and then again, quickly masturbated to a strong orgasm. And as usual, I felt dirty after cumming and shut down the system.

The next day I opened my email and found this.

Boy,

I am glad you realize that you need to suck cock. I understand that you fear this feeling but that it is something you can’t get out of your mind. There are men and there are boys. Men need to be serviced; boys need to provide that service. There is nothing wrong with being a boy, we can’t all be men, but it is a shame to have this need and desire and not act on it. I live alone and can host you if you are ready to discover how you will feel when you finally allow yourself to serve a man and be his cocksucker. I do not want to waste time sending endless emails back and forth. Respond only if you are ready to kneel and suck my cock. Prove this by providing your phone number in your response, otherwise do not both to respond.

Sir.

Needless to say I was rock hard reading this response. I knew I could not answer him because I could not give out my phone number. That would make it too real and all I thought I was asking for was a fantasy to masturbate while imagining what it would be like. Over the next several days I kept returning to that email and each time I enjoyed an orgasm that exceeded any my girlfriend gave me or I gave myself thinking about anything else.

As you might guess, the desire and yes, the need grew and the day came, about a week later when I quickly responded with my phone number and a confirmed desire to please him. It was a few days later when a call came just as I was getting home and from a number I did not recognize. I answered, not really thinking about who it might be from.

“Hello”

“Is this Boy?” came the reply.

I couldn’t breathe. I froze and said nothing for a few seconds and then he said again, “I said is this boy? Answer now or I hang up and find someone else to help understand who they are.”

“This is boy,” I stammered, “Yes sir.”

He said an address and said in a way that did not allow discussion “Be here in one hour!” And then he hung up.

I stared at the phone, my heart beating a million beats a minute and wondered what I should do. Here was my chance to experience what I had been fantasizing about, but here was something I could not come back from. Sucking cock was something I wanted, or perhaps needed to try, but if I did I could never again pretend I had not done çaycuma escort so. I would indeed be a cocksucker and there was a part of me that was scared to death at that thought. But there was the other part of me that knew it was now or never. That I needed to try this. After all I would never have to do it again, but I might never have a chance to do it again either. Without even really being aware of it, I found myself in my car heading over to the address he had given which was only a couple miles away.

I pulled up in front of a nice house, in a pretty average looking neighborhood and parked. I sat there with the motor running and staring at the house, hardly able to breathe. Was I really going to do this? Could I really do this? Should I really do this? I could not get my brain to settle down. I kept running over the pros and cons of going in. If I went in would I really have to follow through, or could I change my mind if it didn’t feel right and leave and forget this had ever happened. My cock was hard, but my nerves were on edge. Then the phone rang.

“Boy, I see you sitting out there, either get out of your car and come in and discover how you were made to suck cock or leave now and always wonder. This is your only chance.” And then he hung up. He said this without malice or anger, just stating a fact. I hesitated. Without really understanding why, but knowing that I was feeling things I had never felt before, things that felt right and true, I got out of the car and walked up nervously to the front door. Before I knocked he opened the door and beckoned me in.

He was old enough to be my father, but he had a presence that compelled me to ignore my doubts and walk into his house. He was wearing slippers and a robe that did little to hide the fact that he was in shape and he had an air that made clear he was and expected to be in charge. He pointed into the living room and told me to take a seat. Again, almost in a trance and unable to do anything other than as directed I walked to the chair and sat down. He took a seat on the couch opposite me and just looked at me. The silence dragged on for what seemed hours but was really only a few moments then looked at me and said, “Boys who are ready to serve men do not wear clothes.”

I still do not fully understand what came over me, but without hesitation I stood and disrobed. I had never been naked in front of an older man before, let alone with an erection like I now had. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there, arms at my side and watched him watching me. Finally he said, “What are you here for boy?”

I didn’t know what to say so I just stared at him like a fool until he stood up and said in a firmer voice, “Boy, we both know why you are here, but until you say it, it won’t happen. Your hard little cock tells me that you know you want and need this, so stop the bullshit and say it.”

“I am here to suck your cock,” I said, not quite believing I had said it outloud, and he just kept staring at me until I added, “Sir.”

“Then get on your knees boy.” He said and I did without thinking, without any thought in my head. I was çayırova escort blank. This was really happening and here I was on my knees and he was walking toward me undoing the knot on his robe. As it fell open I got a glimpse of his cock and it made my own hard cock even more erect. It was fully hard and beautiful. Did I just think a cock was beautiful? I did, and it was. It was about 7 inches as he had said and it was perfectly shaped. His balls were large and hung down and hairless. He stood in front of me and said with a smile “Go on, take it in your hands and caress and explore it,”

Again, without any conscious thought I reached up with my right hand and began gently running my fingers along its hard shape. It felt right. I felt like I was exactly where I needed to be. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, lightly touching what I now knew I wanted more than anything to explore. “Don’t forget my balls boy.” He said.

My left hand came up of its own accord and cupped his balls. They felt heavy but amazing and I found myself lost in the moment with no other thought than to please this magnificent cock. He watched me with an amused look on his face and asked, “Are you ready boy? Are you ready to discover what you were put here on earth to do? Are you ready to finally understand that you belong on your knees pleasing a real man? Are you ready to become the cocksucker we both know you were born to be?”

I could only say, while lost in the amazing sensation of feeling the heat of his cock in my hands, “Yes Sir.”

“Then kiss the head of my cock, look in my eyes and ask to be my cocksucker.” He said.

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat, but my hands never leaving the shaft and balls being offered me. “Say it boy, say it now or leave.” He said.

I bent forward without thinking and kissed the head of his cock. “Can I be your cocksucker Sir?” I said, adding I know not why, “Please.”

“Do it boy.” He said.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and was transformed when I felt its hard, yet soft, skin running against my lips. I know I was where I belonged. I knew this would not be the last cock I sucked. I knew that from now on, as much as I enjoyed sex with women I would always need to please men. I knew that I was a boy, not a man. I knew that my purpose was to bring this man pleasure. To suck him until he told me I was done by cumming in my mouth. I knew that I wanted his cum, that I wanted him to think of me as his toy, to use however he wanted. I knew I would never say no to him if he wanted me to please him.

I worked my mouth up and down his cock, taking a bit more of him each time into my throat. I gagged a couple of times, but like I was born to this I was able to give myself more and more to his pleasure. I felt him growing harder and his balls pull up in my hand and knew my reward was about to happen. He started thrusting harder into my mouth, fucking my mouth, fucking his boy. I gave myself totally to the sensation of his cock, my mouth and the cum that would soon be flooding it.

He let out a loud moan and my mouth was flooded with cum, delicious cum, amazing cum. I was now his cocksucker. I was his boy. I was his toy. I was his to use anytime he wanted and we both knew it. As his cock began to soften in my mouth I came myself, almost as an afterthought. Not touching myself, just cumming with the knowledge I had made this Man cum. I knew my life would never be the same.

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Chapter Eleven – A Risk Worth Taking

“A night to remember,” Aidan mumbled to himself as he took the package just delivered by his door, and went inside.

He inhaled once and then exhaled. He hoped Heathcliff wasn’t in the mood to make fun of him, by sending him something like knee-high socks and pom-poms. At first glance, there seemed to be no pom-poms. Good. He could breathe normally.

So Heathcliff had opted for normal clothes, by the looks of it. What the hell was that guy thinking? That Aidan didn’t have a pair a jeans and a t-shirt? He took a small critical look at the jeggings neatly packed. And then he took out a white tee with some imprint on the front face.

With a shrug, he decided to try them on. If they didn’t fit, he could make fun of Stone later, seeing how stubborn he had been about knowing a man’s measurements just by looking at him.

Well, the jeggings fit, but jeggings fit anyone. Aidan looked in the mirror and grimaced. Of course, Heathcliff had to choose something that gave his ass a lift job. Like it wasn’t enough that he had that kind of butt. Obviously, Heathcliff still wanted to make a little fun of him. But, Aidan thought, as he looked again critically at his behind, his ass did look good in those jeans.

He just hoped the t-shirt wasn’t going to be tight fitting. Unlike the fitness guru he had to babysit, he had no six pack to show off through his tee. Of course, Aidan remembered and his mood dipped. He was invited to hit the clubs with Heathcliff only because he needed to keep his eyes on that wandering dick.

At least, the t-shirt was comfortable and not revealing. That pre-washed style was precisely what Aidan liked when he wasn’t in a suit. And it fell below the waistline, so his ass wasn’t going to stick out too much.

The jeans were ankle-cropped, so he needed some loafers to match them. No wonder, he thought as he looked inside the box. Heathcliff had thought of everything. He took out the soft suede shoes and tried them on. Not only they fit; they were also comfortable.

Aidan took one last critical look at himself in the mirror. Well, he did look nice. He looked nicer than usual, and seeing that he had just put on some jeans and a t-shirt said something about Heathcliff’s taste in clothes. Probably the guy could work in the fashion industry if he didn’t care about being a fitness guru anymore.

Too bad Heathcliff didn’t have the same good taste in men. Aidan stopped himself with a grimace. He was acting like a jealous prick, and, even if there was no one to see him doing that, it was still wrong. And Heathcliff had great taste in men. Only the most gorgeous male specimens to ever walk the earth landed in the guy’s bed.

So, in the end, he was just a jealous prick, Aidan thought grimly. And why was he jealous, anyways? Heathcliff had basically said that he wanted to fuck him. Aidan could say the word, and that would happen.

But then what? Setting aside the fact that it would have been dangerous to get freaky with one of the company’s business partners, there was nothing to look forward to after that. Men like Heathcliff Stone were good to be erotic fantasy material, but nothing else.

As he had said before, for Heathcliff, it would have been just another conquest. And that man loved to move on fast from one guy to another, almost as much as he liked men in general. Aidan didn’t want that. He would not be able to face Heathcliff again if they were to screw once and then meet again like they were people working together and nothing more.

In a way, he could understand why office romance was so frowned upon at his company. Working side by side with someone one had been so intimately with once the passion fizzled out had to suck balls.

Aidan didn’t want to test how much of that theory was correct. As always, he needed to play safe.

His phone interrupted his train of thought. Looking at the screen, he smiled against himself. Of course, Heathcliff had to call him, ask if the clothes fit and gloat about how right he always was.

“Hey,” he began.

“Have you already tried on the clothes, bunny boy?”

Aidan rolled his eyes. Was Heathcliff easy to read or what? “Yes, and they fit, thank you very much. Now, before you start congratulating yourself, yes, I admit, they are perfect. Even the shoes. You could be a fashion designer in your spare time, or a seamstress, as I said.”

“Have you tried on everything?”

Aidan was a bit puzzled. “Come on, Stone, you don’t suspect me of not knowing how to put on a pair of jeans, I hope. And I have plenty of jeans, you know?”

“Bunny boy, listen closely. Have you tried on everything?”

“Yes, you spoiled fitness guru, impossible being that you are,” Aidan said with a huff. “I currently wear the t-shirt, the jeggings, and the loafers. Are you satisfied now? How much of a control freak can you be? I won’t make you look bad at the club, don’t worry. I promise you won’t even know I’m there.”

“Hmm. You haven’t tried on everything,” cumra escort Heathcliff said. “I hope there wasn’t some snafu with the delivery. Go look inside the box.”

“Okay,” Aidan replied. “Can you please tell me what should I be looking for?”

“It’s a surprise,” Heathcliff’s voice dropped low. “Just look for it. And, of course, once you find it, put it on.”

Aidan shrugged and began rummaging through the box. With a frown, he extracted a small package he had missed before. He pressed the phone between his cheek and shoulder so that he could rip open the package.

And almost dropped the phone when he looked at the small strange object in his hands.

“Seriously, Stone?” He threw the offending thing on the bed.

“Of course. Come on. Your outfit will not be complete without it.”

“A thong? Pink on top of everything else?”

Heathcliff’s chuckle on the other end was making him shiver. The man had some nerve.

“What? I think it would show your naughty side.”

“I don’t have a naughty side! And for your information, underwear is worn underneath your clothes. So there’s nothing to show!”

“Yes, you do have a naughty side.” Heathcliff was ignoring what he was saying on purpose. “But you’re shy, too. First, I thought black would be a good fit, but I changed my mind. Pink is your color, bunny boy.”

“I can’t believe you!” Aidan sputtered.

“So, are you going to wear it?” Heathcliff asked, completely ignoring Aidan’s indignation.

“What I’m going to do is that I’ll turn it into a sling and I’ll come by your house to break all your windows,” Aidan said with conviction.

Heathcliff laughed. “Ha! Good luck finding any pebbles on my perfectly manicured lawn.”

“I’ll bring my own, don’t worry,” Aidan replied.

“Aww, are you really that upset, bunny boy?” Heathcliff drawled the words on purpose.

“Of course I’m upset! You’re blatantly flirting!”

“And? Who has ever died from flirting?”

“I feel the itch to strangle you a little. Probably with that pink thong you so carefully chose for me. So there’s a start for everything.”

Heathcliff was laughing so hard right now that Aidan had to keep the phone a bit away from his ear.

“I like you, Aidan Spark,” Heathcliff said as soon as he managed to regain his voice.

Aidan wanted to say something but had no idea what he could say to that. Also, his cheeks were on fire now, and it wasn’t because of his indignation over the pink thong. He felt warm all over.

“Don’t forget. Nine pm, sharp.”

“Are you going to leave without me if I’m there, let’s say at one minute past nine?” Aidan said, trying to pretend he was cool and collected.

“No, if you’re not here, I’ll come to get you,” Heathcliff said softly. “And I’m going to have you wear that thong, whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll be there on time. I’d rather wear my own underwear,” Aidan said dryly.

“Good. See you, bunny boy.”

Aidan swallowed hard as he stared at his phone after the conversation was over. Yeah, Heathcliff was playing in the big league while he, Aidan, was not even qualified to be called an amateur.

***

Heathcliff whistled a happy tune as he watched himself in the mirror. The long sleeved shirt was dark blue, as his pants. His choice of outfit was a bit more serious than what he usually wore when he went out clubbing, but more than ever in his life, he wanted to impress his date.

He opened one button more, but then he reconsidered. The point was to avoid going over the top. Aidan Spark was not going to know what hit him. If the bunny wanted to keep things professional, that was an approach Heathcliff was more than willing to try.

But first, he was going to put Aidan through his paces. After all, Heathcliff was dying to see more of the real Aidan. Usually, an ass like that and a cute face like Aidan’s were enough incentives for him to make a move. But now, for some reason, he wanted more. He could not exactly define what that was, but he intended to explore it thoroughly.

Yes, Heathcliff admired himself in the mirror one last time. He looked like he meant serious business. He checked his wrist watch, and, on cue, his doorbell rang. The bunny was there, right on schedule, as expected.

He opened the door with a bit of impatience and smiled fondly as his eyes set on his babysitter. Aidan looked perfect in the clothes Heathcliff had picked for him. Also, he looked more his age, and more relaxed. His hair was a little tousled, too, and Heathcliff expected that some hairstyling attempts had been made in that area.

Aidan looked good, but also, very much surprised.

“Is this what you’re going to wear?” Aidan pointed at Heathcliff.

“No ‘hello’, no nothing?” Heathcliff chided his guest, opening his arms wide.

“Sorry, hi,” Aidan said right away.

Heathcliff knew he couldn’t help it. He reached out and ruffled Aidan’s hair. A pair of miffed eyes stared at him, their dalaman escort owner obviously taking affront. But Aidan didn’t move his head away, so Heathcliff’s touch turned into a caress. For a couple of seconds, they stared at one another.

Aidan was the first to react, breaking the silence.

“Well, what’s with the business smart yet casual look? We won’t look good together! I mean -” Aidan stuttered.

“I thought you were only going to lurk from the shadows? Where are your NDAs, bunny boy?” Heathcliff inspected Aidan like he expected him to produce official papers out of nowhere suddenly.

Aidan took out his phone out of a back pocket and showed it to Heathcliff. “It’s not customary for how my company does things, but I think going digital for one night won’t hurt anyone,” he explained.

“Oh, I see. You’re always ready, like a boy scout.” Heathcliff smiled. “What don’t you like about my clothes? Don’t you think I can get enough attention dressed like this?” He pointed at his body on purpose.

Aidan’s eyes were looking him up and down with a hungry look. It was a good thing that bunny boy was so young. He had no censure when it came to things he didn’t think visible with the naked eye by others.

“Of course, that’s not the point.” Aidan shook his head. “But you’re overdressed, and I’m underdressed, given the circumstances. I thought you were worried I’d make you look bad. Now it looks like you only care about me doing exactly that. I could have worn a suit,” he said, pursing his lips.

“No, bunny boy, you couldn’t have.” Heathcliff smiled and stepped out of the house. “Now let’s go. Since we’re in a professional relationship, I only thought it suitable to dress the part.”

Aidan shook his head and exhaled. Heathcliff had every reason to be pleased with himself. Regardless of what he was saying, bunny boy was into him big time, and Heathcliff was going to capitalize on that attraction. He only needed to play his cards right, and his prey was going to be ensnared before the night was over.

***

“Why are you walking two steps behind?” Heathcliff asked, throwing a curious look at him.

“I don’t want people to have the impression that we’re together. While I’m here on official business, I have no wish to sabotage your chances to get laid,” Aidan said quickly.

He was pretty nervous if anyone asked him. Not that he had never been in a gay club, but this time and this place were different. First of all, they were inside some posh establishment, and they had gotten in without waiting one minute at the door. The bouncer had thrown Aidan an appreciative look and acted friendly toward Heathcliff. Then he had allowed them to walk inside, not without throwing a short ‘nice catch, Heath’ at Heathcliff, and being met with an all-knowing smirk.

Oh, Aidan had seen everything but said nothing. After all, it was no wonder that bouncers and whatnot knew Heathcliff. What was surprising was the bouncer telling Heathcliff that. Seeing what kind of men were usually in the man’s bed, Aidan must have looked homely and average.

Maybe it was some inside joke. Maybe, from time to time, Heathcliff chose some random guy for a pity fuck, and that was it. With that conviction in mind, Aidan decided to stay a little back and let Heathcliff bask in the usual attention.

It looked like his companion had a different plan. Heathcliff grabbed him by the shoulders and made him walk side by side with him.

If things were going to keep up like that, he was lost, Aidan thought. He could smell Heathcliff’s expensive cologne and feel his warmth. If the man was going to do as little as breath in his direction, his legs were going to buckle under him. Good thing Heathcliff was keeping him close.

“Are you okay, Aidan?” Heathcliff whispered into his ear.

“Are we on the first-name basis now? I thought you were all business tonight,” Aidan whispered back.

It was nice to hear Heathcliff calling him by his given name. Too nice, actually, and that was a huge problem. His legs weren’t quite bucking under him, but he needed to draw all the irony he could muster to avoid making a total fool of himself.

The more he wanted to swear off Heathcliff and to entertain any idea of erotic nature about him, the deeper he was sinking. Aidan had a mind to make a run for the door and spare himself the embarrassment.

“I like your name, you little fire,” Heathcliff’s voice dropped low.

Aidan gasped. What the hell? Had Heathcliff been looking into the meaning of his name? Why? With some difficulty, he got a hold of himself.

“I like your name, too, although you’re nothing like the tortured hero from Wuthering Heights,” he replied casually.

“Would you like me to behave like a tortured hero?” Heathcliff asked smoothly.

“No, actually, I’d like you to have fun tonight. I know it’s been a lot. People at my company can be overbearing sometimes. So feel free to hook up, and I’ll take care of NDAs datça escort and whatnot without getting in your way.”

Heathcliff chuckled. “So generous of you.”

“People are looking at you.” Aidan gestured with his chin toward no one in particular.

Of course, there were plenty of interested looks thrown their way. Aidan wasn’t in the least surprised. Carefully, he extracted himself from Heathcliff’s hold.

“Come on,” he said. “There are so many gorgeous men here tonight. You must be thrilled. Look, someone’s already coming your way.”

Aidan was sure he was babbling like an idiot, but he could not help it. A man in his late thirties, with a nicely groomed beard, dressed up about the same as Heathcliff was making his way toward them. Well, the guy was handsome, tall and strong, but he was not precisely Heathcliff’s type. Probably Heathcliff was going to let him down gently.

Aidan stepped aside, determined to give his companion free rein to mingle. But, to his surprise, the stranger stopped in front of him.

“What’s your name, cutie?” The man towered over him.

Aidan almost took one step back. From up close, the guy was pretty impressive.

“My name … Um … Sorry, I’m working tonight,” Aidan said quickly, putting his hands over his chest in an unconscious defensive gesture.

The man blinked a couple of times and then smiled.

“May I ask what your job is about? You don’t look like a waiter or a bartender. Are you maybe a stripper?” The stranger leaned in closer, and Aidan gulped.

A stripper? That was not exactly a good idea for a joke. But the man’s interest seemed genuine.

“No.” Aidan shook his head energetically. “I must look after someone. I can’t say more. It’s, um, confidential.”

He searched with his eyes for Heathcliff. His charge was several feet away, relaxing on a sofa, and already engaged in conversation with a handsome man. Heathcliff’s companion was a guy in his late 20s, with longish brown hair, and by the looks of it, he was also pretty attractive.

The pang of jealousy Aidan had felt earlier squeezed his heart. But that was why he was there. Heathcliff would do what he wanted, with whom he wanted, and Aidan wouldn’t stop him.

“Mysterious. I like it.” The man who had approached him drew closer.

Aidan looked up.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could, um, make your acquaintance,” he struggled to find his words, “but I’m working tonight.”

“It’s okay,” the man said with a broad smile. “Here’s my card. If you’re ever not working, and in the mood for a drink and more, call me.”

Aidan was pretty stunned as he stood there with the man’s card in his hand. Eventually, he shook his head and looked over at Heathcliff. Well, it didn’t look like there was any progress on that front. Heathcliff seemed to enjoy his conversation with his companion, but, by body language signs, there was no sexual interest just yet between them.

Aidan decided to scoot over and climb a high seat at the bar so that he could observe his charge without being too intrusive. Suddenly, he felt a pat on his back. He turned to look at the bartender who welcomed him with a bright smile. The man was as young as he was and wore what could be called fascinating eye contacts that made his eyes look like a tiger’s. Aidan was probably gawking. The bartender smirked.

Of course, he shook his head. If he sat at the bar, he needed to order something. He was going to ask for some sparkling water and hope he didn’t have to break the bank for it, seeing how posh the place looked.

“This is for you.” The bartender pushed a small tray with three drinks on it toward him.

Aidan stared stupidly at the tray.

“What?” he barely managed. “I didn’t order anything. And I can’t drink!”

“Oh, baby, you’re so sweet.” The bartender guffawed. “Just take the tray over to Heath’s table. The red one’s for you,” the man added and winked at him.

“What’s in it?” Aidan looked at the tall glass suspiciously. Well, obviously, neither the Old Fashioned nor the Roman Holiday could be for him.

“Don’t worry, darling. It’s just a Shirley Temple. For a cutie like you, it’s just what you need.”

By how the bartender grinned, Aidan was pretty sure that wasn’t a Shirley Temple. But, with a sigh, he took the tray. What was Heathcliff playing at? Wasn’t he supposed to lay back and let Heathcliff fool around?

For the moment, he wasn’t going to protest. He was just going to take the drinks to Heathcliff’s table and find out what was going on. Maybe Heathcliff didn’t like that guy and was using Aidan to pretend he was taken? It wasn’t exactly in his job description, but Aidan could do that. However, there were three drinks there, so that scenario was unlikely.

He walked over with the tray in his hands. Heathcliff seemed deep in conversation with his companion, just as before. Could it be the two were just friends? Aidan felt relieved. He placed the drinks carefully on the table.

Heathcliff finally looked at him. “How come you’re not on the dance floor? I thought someone was already courting you.”

Aidan pursed his lips. Was it okay to give away what his role was, in front of the other?

“I’m Michael.” The stranger stretched out his hand, putting a stop to his dilemma for the moment.

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Matt Taylor’s day started like any other. He woke up cursing, and reached over and slammed his hand down on his alarm clock. Five more minutes he thought to himself. When it went off for the second time he sat up abruptly. If he didn’t get up now he would be late for work, and his hateful troll of a boss did not need any more reasons to get on his case. He tried to stand and immediately found himself on the floor, in a tangle of blankets and pillows. Cursing for the second time in five minutes, he untangled himself and headed for the kitchen. There was no way he was going to try and face the morning without at least half a pot of coffee flowing through his system. As he walked down the hallway to the kitchen he found himself wondering, as he did every morning, if he should call in sick.

Matt was not a morning person. Why people thought it was normal to rise at what were, in his opinion, ungodly hours to join the rest of society in trying to make their way to work baffled him. What was so important about being anywhere at 8:00 AM anyway? He would be perfectly willing to work a few extra hours if it meant he could get a few more hours of sleep, and he had a sneaking suspicion that others would be too.

When Matt finally made it to the kitchen, he was awake just enough to notice that something was not quite right. He knew he was tired, it had been a long night, but there was no way that he had already been out and made coffee and not remembered. Yet there was what looked to be a fresh pot on the counter. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. Matt was a coffee whore. He’d had his first cup at the tender age of 14, and hadn’t looked back since. He went to the cupboard and pulled down a coffee mug, wondering vaguely at the time which one of his friends had let themselves into his house this time. He looked around and didn’t see anybody, but that was normal. Matt had a few friends who frequently let themselves into his home when they needed something, usually a place to crash after a hard night of partying.

Shaking his head at the thought of yet another hung-over friend passed out somewhere in the house, Matt poured himself a mug of coffee and made his way back down the hall to the bathroom. He nudged Duke with his foot on the way by. The black lab opened on eye to look at him, before sighing and going back to sleep. He was used to his owner’s mood in the morning.

Matt sighed when he reached the bathroom. Drinking deeply from his mug, he wondered to himself why he went to work every morning. He hated his job, he really did. He took a few minutes to stare at himself in the mirror. Blue eyes looked critically back at him. He took in his brown hair and stubbly face and thought to himself, God I need to shave. At 24 Matt had been living on his own for quite a while. He examined his hair, as he did every morning, for any signs of grey. Seeing none he smiled and picked up his tooth brush. He studied himself further as he brushed his teeth. Matt had a strong face, with a square jaw and cleft in his chin. He had a dimple on his left side that poked out when he smiled, and a grin that could warm the coolest of hearts. Matt was a handsome man and no trouble getting attention from other people. The best part was that he had no idea of the effect he had on people. He was funny, warm and kind hearted, and got along with most people in his life. Matt had a good life. He had a good job, good friends, great family, and a great dog. What more could a person want, Matt thought to himself. For just a minute he felt a twang in his heart. He had all off the good things in life, all that anyone could ask for, but he was lonely. He had yet to find that special person, to fill the void in his life that no amount of family or friends or family could fill, and every once in a while, not often but occasionally, Matt wished that things could be different. Shaking his head, Matt smiled. I wonder how long I’ve been standing here feeling sorry for myself he thought.

He placed his toothbrush on the bathroom counter and turned to start his shower. Letting the water warm up, he stripped out of the boxers he wore to bed and drank from his mug again. He waited until he could see steam rising from behind the shower curtain and stepped into the shower coffee in hand. Letting the hot water pound on his sore muscles, he took another swig of his coffee before placing it on the shelf in the shower. Humming to himself, he picked up his shampoo and was just pouring it into his hand when the curtain was ripped to the side. Turing around, startled, he saw his friend Alex standing there, grin on his face and coffee in his hand.

“What the fuck dude,” Matt yelled. “You scared the shit out of me! How many times do we have to go over this? Stay out of my bathroom!”

Alex just grinned back at him, slowly drinking his coffee. “Can you keep it down a little?” he asked. “You are going to wake up Jan; she’s passed out on the couch.”

“Whatever,” Matt replied. “I wouldn’t have yelled çerkez escort if you didn’t scare five years off my life. Showering here, can you close the curtain please?”

“No problem dude,” Alex replied. He closed the curtain and put his coffee down before turning to the toilet. “I have to use the bathroom and James is taking up the other one.”

“Jesus, how many of you are here?” Matt asked. He accepted that it was just going to be one of those mornings and hustled to wash his hair. He was seriously in danger of being late for work if he didn’t get the show on the road, and he knew that giving into Alex’s need for early morning conversation would just slow him down. He rinsed his hair and picked up his body wash. He worked up lather in his hands and starting soaping himself up, starting at his neck and working his way down.

“Just the three of us.” Alex said before he flushed the toilet. “The party went till about five in the morning, and there was no way any of us could make it home. If you didn’t want us here, you shouldn’t have given us all keys.” He said, smiling. Matt just rolled his eyes, and quickly rinsed the soap off himself. He took another minute to just enjoy the warm water and drink the rest of his coffee. Cup empty, he shut off the shower and held a hand out to Alex.

“Want to hand me my towel?” He asked Alex, who plucked the towel off the rack and handed it to Matt.

“Sure, no problem man,” Alex replied. “What’s the plan for today anyway? You’re never up this early without a good excuse.”

“What do you think,” Matt answered. “I have to go into that hell-hole I call a job and make a living so I can afford this house that you people like to use whenever you feel like it.”

“But it’s Saturday,” Alex whined. “Who works on Saturdays?”

“People who don’t have a choice obviously” Matt said, while drying himself with a towel. He had known Alex for years, and was not ashamed to be naked in front of him. Alex was more of a brother than friend; they had seen each other at their best and at their worst. Alex was one of two people that knew he was gay, and it didn’t faze him a bit. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped up to the sink to shave. “I need to go into work today and try and get ahead, or else I’ll have to hear it from The Dick on Monday morning.” The Dick was Matt’s boss. He wasn’t necessarily a bad boss, he ran the company like clockwork. The publishing house was making more money now than it ever did. He ran a tight ship and expected the people who worked for him to respect the job as much as he did. It was when he felt that people weren’t keeping up with their workloads that things got bad. The Dick, aka John Hogan, had no patience for people who couldn’t carry their workload. In his opinion, if you couldn’t do the work you wouldn’t have been hired in the first place. Matt and John had gone round for round a few times on this issue. As John’s personal assistant, Matt had a lot of responsibility. He was expected to keep track of the phones, files, manuscripts, scheduling, plus the things that just come up day to day. If clients had specific requests, Matt was the one who made it happen. John surprised Matt one day by hiring two more assistants, presumably to help Matt keep up with his work.

Of course the hiring of these assistants didn’t really change anything. Matt still carried the majority of the workload. In his opinion his boss couldn’t have found two more useless people if he tried. While Matt spent his days trying to keep up with day to day tasks that were expected of him, Dumb and Dumber, as matt called them, spend their time either on the phones or socializing with the other employees. Matt had yet to see either one of them put in an honest day’s work. Matt didn’t dare say anything to John though; he had seen too many people on the receiving end of Johns rants, and having received a few himself he was in no hurry to hear another one.

“You do enough work there during the week don’t you? He has two other assistants Matt, are they going in this morning too?” Alex asked. Matt could tell by Alex’s tone that he was getting annoyed listening to Matt. Matt couldn’t blame him really, he was annoyed at himself. He had complained about this job for years to Alex, yet stayed with it. Matt picked up his shaving cream and squirted some of the white foam into his hand. Spreading it onto his face, he picked up his razor and starting shaving before he snapped at Alex.

“What am I supposed to do Alex, quit my job? You know I can’t do that. I have bills to pay like everyone else and this job is getting that done. The money is good, and so are most of my coworkers. I can’t help it if the other assistants that work there are stupid as fuck and couldn’t get their heads on straight if their lives depended on it. If they went in this morning, they would just fuck everything up and I would end up having to fix it on Monday anyway. This way I give up a few hours of my life ceyhan escort and the work gets done!”

“Why is there so much yelling?” Jan asked from the door way. She was a short woman, barely standing over 5’3. Her long brown hair was mused from sleeping on the couch, her hand currently holding onto the side of her head, looking a little nauseous. Her green eyes looked weary ad she gazed at Matt and Alex in the bathroom. “I really wish you two would shut up, my head is killing me. Matt, where is the Advil?”

“Same place as it always is Jan, counter over the kitchen sink.” Matt answered quickly, feeling slightly guilty for waking her up. There really was no need to yell at Alex, he was frustrated with his life and took it out on the people around him. He watched Jan stumble down the hall and turned to Alex. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I don’t do mornings very well, especially work mornings.”

Alex’s easy grin returned. “Oh please, as if I don’t know this already. No worries. You best get moving though bub, before you’re late for work.”

Matt looked at his watch. “FUCK!” he yelled before bounding down the hallway. “I have to be there in 20 minutes!” He raced to his bedroom and opened his closet. Thanking God it was Saturday, he quickly pulled on a pair of boxers, black jeans and a blue button down long sleeve shirt. He ran a comb through his hair before running back to the kitchen. Jan and James were sitting at the counter and watched, amused, as Matt dug through his cupboards looking for a travel mug for the rest of his coffee.

“Hey guys! Bye guys!” he said, pouring his coffee and making his way to the door. He slowed down long enough to grab his bag before he was out the door. If he hurried he would have just enough time to grab a beagle on his way to work. He opened the door and quickly walked down the steps. He was halfway down the walk to his driveway before he smacked his forehead and ran back to the house. Opening the door he yelled inside, “Can someone feed Duke please?” before slamming the door and making his way to the car. He knew his friends well enough to know that the dog would be watered, fed and well played with before they made their way to their own homes.

Matt jumped into his car and turned the ignition. His old beater Honda sputtered to life, and Matt jammed it into reverse, tearing out of his driveway. As he sped down the road he thought to himself, I knew I should have called in sick today.

******

He arrived to work at 7:57. Sighing with relief at not being late, he punched his code into the time clock at made his way to the office. The good thing about being here on weekends was that Candy was not. Candy was, well, annoying for lack of a better word. She was blond and perky; with beg breasts and an even bigger mouth. She worked the phone at the front desk of the publishing house, and her voice grated on Matt’s nerves. It reminded him on nails on a chalkboard. That bad. She constantly winking at Matt and shoved out her chest whenever he was around. She couldn’t seem to take the hint that Matt wasn’t interested, and kept trying to get his attention. Every time she leaned over his shoulder to point to something on the desk or computer screen, Matt wanted to poke her in the boob with his pen, just to see that would happen. He was fairly sure that if poked hard enough, you would be able to actually watch them deflate. There was no way that those puppies were real, and poking them was the only way Matt was willing to find out if they were.

He took the elevator up to the 11th floor, and was surprised to notice that when he got there the office lights were still on. Somebody must have left them on last night, Matt thought. Stupid asses must be looking to get ripped a new one. The Dick was famous for his blowouts about leaving any equipment on when the day was done. He walked into the kitchenette that was to the side of the office and was pleasantly surprised to find that someone had already made coffee. Hmm, he thought, I guess dumb or dumber must be here. He grabbed a mug off the rack and filled a cup. He opened the fridge and took out the milk, pouring a dash into his coffee. Not having had nearly enough coffee this morning he took a deep swallow, only to spew it into the sink. It was horrible! The coffee was so thick you could have walked on it. Fuckfuckfuck Matt thought. There was only one person in the office that made coffee this bad, and Matt was now really regretting coming into work. There goes my Saturday, he thought, as he turned to see who was coming around the corner. There, will a pissed off look on his face, was The Dick.

******

Matt gulped when he saw the look on Johns face. Oh God what is his fuckin problem Matt wondered.

“Mr. Taylor,” started John. “I’m glad you’re here. Can you explain to me exactly why the budgeting reports I asked you to do two days ago aren’t on my desk yet?”

Probably because I’m the only one who does anything ceylan escort around here Matt thought. “I was just about to get to that sir; I know they were supposed to be done by Friday but…”

“But what?” John demanded. “I just hired two, not one but two, more people for you to delegate some of your work to and it still isn’t getting done! Are you telling me that you can’t handle your job? Every time I look out here the other assistants are on the phone, and I am going to assume that is for work purposes, because I know you wouldn’t just let them sit around doing nothing. You wouldn’t waste my money like that. So I’m asking again, where is my report?”

“I’m getting to it right now sir. I apologize” Matt replied. Inside he was fuming. You’re going to assume it’s for work purposes? You would know it wasn’t if you decided to get your head out of your ass for five minutes and ask how the new assistants are working out. God forbid you admit that you might have made a mistake in hiring those two morons. “Can I get you anything while I’m here Mr. Hogan?”

“A decent cup of coffee would be good, if you think you can manage that. I don’t know what’s wrong with that machine but the coffee tastes awful. And when you bring it to my office, you may as well bring your notepad, I have some things for you to take down.” John answered.

“Right away sir.” John left the Matt alone in the kitchenette to make the coffee. Not a thing wrong with the coffee machine, thought Matt, but I can think of a couple of things that are wrong with you. Starting with the stick you have shoved up your ass. I’m sure if you look really hard you may be able to find the vibrate function.

Matt got to work making the coffee. Soon the heavenly smell off coffee beans was filling the kitchen. Matt inhaled and sighed. He had been planning on staying for a few hours, but he could tell already that it was going to be another full day’s work. Coffee in hand, he grabbed his notepad on the way by his desk and looked at the door in front of him. John Hogan CEO. Fuuuuuck Matt swore in his head. Better just get this over with. He knocked on the door.

“Enter.” He heard from the inside. Tucking his pad under his arm he opened the door and walked in. John was on the phone, and motioned for Matt to sit down. He placed the coffee in the desk in front of Mr. Hogan and sat down. While on the phone, John took a sip off the coffee. His expression showed the quick surprise he felt at how good the coffee was. He raised his head to meet Matt’s eyes, before returning them to look at the manuscript I front of him. That meant the coffee was good.

While John was on the phone Matt studied him, while pretending to look at his note pad. Hogan was handsome enough, Matt guessed. He had always had a fascination with people watching, and this wasn’t the first time he looked at John. Hey, he may have been a dick, but he was a cute one. Matt guessed John stood at about 6’2, just an inch or two above Matt. He had a full head of dark hair, and a pair of piercing green eyes. Normally those eyes were darkened in anger, but when they weren’t they were a light shade of emerald green. On the few occasions that John laughed his eyes sparkled. He had a solid build, without being too thick. He had muscles, but no so many that he looked like he spent hours at the gym. Matt was into muscles, but only when they were to the slimmer side. Not that he should be thinking about John’s muscles. Whoa, where did that come from, Matt wondered. He shook his head, and tried to keep his mind on the work in front of him.

John was still on the phone so Matt stood to walk around the office. He glanced back at John who pushed his chair back and put his feet of the desk. Today, like every other day John was wearing a suit, with a vest instead of a jacket. Hmm, I love a man in a vest, he thought. I wonder what he looks like without the vest. And the shirt, and the pa…

“Everything alright over there Matt?” John asked. Matt jumped, startled, blushing at being caught daydreaming. About his boss of all people. I need to get laid, he thought to himself.

Yes sir, sorry about that sir.” Matt sat back down. “You wanted be to take some things down?”

John gave him a look that made Matt nervous. Oh boy, he thought, he’s angry at me now. Perfect.

“Yes. It’s mostly just a shopping list. One of the partners is retiring and apparently we are expected to throw her a party. Go get all the supplies we will need. Call a caterer and ask if

they are available next Friday night. Order a cake and other deserts and alcohol for later on in the night. Don’t forget the Champagne. I don’t think I need to tell you again to finish that budget report. Also, call the different departments and make sure they know about this party.”

“Alright Mr., Hogan, I’ll get started on the party list on Monday. Anything else?” Matt asked, hoping there wasn’t. The list wasn’t too bad; Matt still had a hope of getting home in time to enjoy his Saturday.

He should have known better.

“No, it will not be done on Monday,” John half yelled at Matt, “Do it today. I’ve seen how long it takes you to do a simple report; you are not putting off preparing for this party until the last minute. Get it done today!”

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Eine Wunschgeschichte

Der Epilog!

Ich war über Himmelfahrt zu hause und am Vatertag haben meine Ma ihr Lebensgefährte und ich eine Radtour ans Meer gemacht. auf dem Rückwege waren wir noch in einem Nachbardorf in einem Brauhaus und haben wirklich gezecht (alle drei) meine Ma und ich haben viel gequatscht (über alter Zeiten und so) und uns auch viel gedrückt. Dabei ist es einmal passiert, das meine Ma ihre immer noch geilen Titten an meine Hand gepreßt hat. Ich glaube unabsichtig, nachdem ich dies gemerkt hatte habe ich sie bei der nächsten Umarmung nicht ganz an mich gedrückt sondern sie zart an den Hüften gehalten. Beim umarmen ist meine rechte Hand wie zufällig an ihre Brust gekommen. ich wollte ihre geile Titte erst fester greifen, aber wir waren ja (leider )nicht allein (weiß nicht ob meine Ma das gemerkt hat). Wir haben dann noch weiter gezecht und als wir zu hause waren ist sie gleich ins Bett gegangen, habe dann noch mit Hannes (ihr Lebensgefährte) ein zwei Bier getrunken. Mama ist leider gleich ins Bett gegangen. Als ich später allein war habe ich mir in meinem Bett vorgestellt wie es wohl währe wenn meine Ma aufgeblieben währe:

Meine Ma und Ich währen in der Küche gewesen und noch ein Bier zu trinken und etwas zu essen. Sie stand an der Arbeitsfläche mit den Rücken zu mir und schmierte uns Brot. Ich hätte mich hinter sie gestellt und sie zart in den Nacken geküßt dann hätte ich sie gefragt ob sie noch weiß wie sehr ich sie begehre und wie schön sie doch in meinen Augen ist. Ganz langsam würde ich ihre geilen Titten (bedenke meine Ma ist Geburtsjahr 1948) umfassen und sie streicheln. Ich glaube dabei würde mein Schwanz schon so steinhart und dick werden, das meine Ma ihn an ihrem geilen runden Arsch spüren würde. Spätestens jetzt würde sie protestieren. Meine Hände haben längst war genommen das ihre geilen Nippel bereits steinhart sind!!!!

sie tadelt mich aber nimmt meine Hände auch nicht weg…………

Ich sage ihr das sie meinen Schwanz noch nie in seiner vollen Größe gesehen hat und frage sie weiter ob mein Vater einen dicken und großen Schwanz gehabt hat. Mama sagt das Papas Schwanz dick und lang war und sie das sehr schön findet. Er war so groß, das sie ihn nicht in ihren Mund bekommen hat. Mein Schwanz ist nun steinhart und drückt sich gegen Mamas geilen runden Arsch…

Nun sagt sie ich soll aufhören, das dürfte doch nicht sein. Ich stelle mich vor sie hin und mein dicker harter Schwanz ist deutlich unter meiner gespannten Hose zu erkennen. Mama wagt einen verstohlen Blick auf die Beule in meiner Hose …

Ich betrachte meine geile Mutter nun so wie nur ein Mann und nicht ein Sohn sie betrachten kann. Unter ihrem T-Shirt (darunter trägt sie keinen BH) kann ich deutlich ihre harten Nippel sehen. ich denke mir also hat ihr Körper es genossen Ankara escort das ich sie so berührt habe.

Mama wendet sich von mir ab und möchte aus der Küche gehen Ich stelle mich vor sie sehe ihr tief in die Augen, gehe noch einen Schritt vor mein Schwanz ist nur eine cm von ihrem Bauch entfernt. Ich denke mir das ist vielleicht die einzige Gelegenheit meiner so geliebten aber auch so begehrten Mutter meinen tiefsten und innigsten Wunsch zu offenbaren. Der Besteht darin das ich ihren wunderschönen Körper nur einmal berühren, aber in begehrender, brennender Leidenschaft berühren darf. Einmal an ihren Nippel mit meinen Lippen saugen und einmal ihre großen schönen Brüste kneten wie es nur ein Mann und nicht der Sohn kann. Ich fasse allen Mut zusammen und sage zu ihr: Mama weißt du eigentlich das ich alle deine Bilder auf dem Rechner habe und sie mir täglich ansehe? Du weißt gar nicht wie schnell ich abspritzen kann, wenn ich meine geile Mama nackt auf den Fotos sehe! Ich erzähle ihr dann von dem Fotoshooting im Wald wo ich bei war und was ich tun würde wenn das nun währe oder ich damals älter gewesen währe. Langsam öffne ich meine Hose und mein harter dicker Schwanz schellt heraus.

meine Ma ist entsetzt und überrascht zugleich den so hat sie ihn noch nie gesehen. ich frage mich sieht sie diesen (ja meinen) Schwanz nun als Mutter oder als Frau mit harten Nippeln und bestimmt nasser Muschi)? Sie schaut und stottert du bist ja rasiert da unten Rum.(ich rasiere mir immer die Eier und um den Schwanz einen bogen finde sieht besser aus und Frauen können meinen Schwanz besser lutschen. finde auch Frauen müssen unter den armen und an der Muschi zumindestens teilrasiert sein. ich sage zu ihr gefällt dir mein Schwanz und fange an ihn zu streicheln. dabei gehe ich immer weiter auf sie zu als ich vor ihr stehe streift mein Schwanz über ihre Hand. ich nehme ihren Kopf zwischen meine Hände und küsse sie. erst wehrt sie sich doch dann spüre ich ihre Zunge in meinen Mund. meine Hände gleiten unter ihr T-Shirt und endlich berühre ich ihre geilen Titten. ich ziehe ihr das T-Shirt aus und Mama stöhnt leise. ich bedecke ihren Hals mit küssen und mein Mund wandert immer tiefer nun ist er an ihren Nippel angelangt. genüßlich fange ich an ihre Nippel zu saugen und knete dabei ihre Titten. ich merke wie Mama immer geiler wird und mich fest an ihre Titten preßt. Mama stöhnt und gibt sich ganz ihrer Lust hin alle bedenken sind von dannen. plötzlich spüre ich Ihre Hand an meinen Schwanz ganz sanft fängt sie an ihn zu massieren nun werde auch ich mutiger und meine fahre mit meiner Hand ihren Bauch hinunter ich öffne den Knopf von ihrer Hose und anschließend den Reißverschluß……

meine Hand gleitet in ihre Hose und dann in ihren Slip ich spüre ihr krauses Schamharr und merke das Escort Ankara ihre Muschi feucht ist. vorsichtig ertasten meine Finger ihren Kitzler der steinhart ist Mama stöhnt und fängt an meinen Schwanz schneller zu wixen. ich spiele mit ihren kitzler und dann schiebe ich ihr einen Finger in ihre geile Muschi. rein und raus gleitet der Finger und ihre Muschi wird immer nasser ich ziehe meine Hand aus ihre Hose und schnuppere an meinen Finger ja was für ein geiler Mamamuschisaftgeruch. ich küsse Ma und sage ihr sie soll sich auf den Küchentisch setzen. sie ist ganz durcheinander und total geil. sie setze sich auf den Tisch und ich ziehe ihr Hose und Slip aus……

endlich ist der Blick frei auf ihre geile heiße Muschi……..

Diese geile Muschi aus der ich geboren bin endlich schimmert sie leih rosa vor mir. leider ist meine Ma nicht rasiert aber ihr geiler kitzler lugt ein Stück unter ihren dunklem Schirm Haar hervor . ich lege mich auf sie und beinharter Schwanz berührt zart ihr feuchten nein nassen Lippen. ich Küsse noch Einmal ihre harten Nippel und mein Mund wandert auf ihren Mund und unser Zungen treffen sich…

ich küsse ihr Gesicht und merke das sie vor Erregung halb abwesend ist. während unsere Zungen sich treffen gleitet meine Hand an ihre Muschi ich teile ihre Schamlippen und stecke ihr meine Daumen in die geile nasse Mamafotze sie stöhnt ich hauche ihr ins Ohr das ich sie gerne ficken würde meine Mama stöhnt noch leidenschaftlicher und küßt mich. ich merke wie sie ihre Schenkel öffnet….

ich stelle mich vor sie und ganz langsam gleitet mein Schwanz in ihre Muschi. ich kann es fast nicht glauben meine Mutter liegt mit weit gespreizten Beinen vor mir auf unseren Küchentisch, ihr Muschi ist klitschnaß, ihre Nippel sind steinhart und der dicke lange Schwanz ihres geilen Sohnes steckt in ihrer Muschi. nun gleitet mein geiler, dicker, harter Schwanz bis zum Anschlag in der Muschi meiner Mama. Sie hat sogar ihre Schenkel noch weiter gespreizt damit ich ganz in sie hineinpasse. als mein dicker Schwanz ganz in ihr steckt verharre ich etwas nun kann ich auch ihr geiles Poloch sehen. meine Hände gleiten unter ihren geilen Arsch und fangen an ihn zu stricheln. ganz sanft gleitet mein kleiner Finger über ihr Poloch… zart drückt er gegen ihre Rosette (wie geil währe das wenn ich auch noch einen Finger in den geilen Arsch meiner saugeilen Ma schieben könnte….) zärtlich streichelt mein kleiner Finger ihre Rosette nun fange ich an sanft dagegen zu drücken. als mein Finger fast in ihren Arsch gleiten will fängt Mama an sanft ihr Becken mittlerweile klitschnasse Muschi gegen meine Schwanz zu stoßen. ich erwidere diese Stöße und lege meinen Kopf zwischen ihre geilen Titten. … dann flüstere ich ihr in Ohr mama ich glaube du willst richtig gefickt werden? Escort Bayan sie stöhnt nur und stößt etwas fester ich lasse von ihrem Po ab (leider) und greife ihre Schenkel und stoße sie richtig ich kann sehen wie mein geiler Schwanz in ihrer Muschi rein und rausgleitet. mit der linken Hand streichel ich ihren kitzler, der hart ist und aus ihrer Muschi herauslugt. immer wilder ficke ich sie meine Mama hat ihre Augen geschlossen und atmet schnell.

Jetzt hält mich nichts mehr ich spreize ihre Beine so weit auseinander wie es nur geht. Dabei rutschte mein Schwanz aus ihrer feuchten Muschi. Weit geöffnet präsentiert sich mich ihre tropfnasse Muschi. Ich konnte tief in sie hinein sehen und leckte zärtlich mit meiner Zunge über ihre geöffneten, pulsierenden Lippen. Ihr geiler, heißer, süß duftender Mamamuschiichhabeihnverursachtsaft tropfte auf den Boden. ich lege mich auf den Küchenboden so das mein Gesicht unter ihrer geöffneten und tropfender Mamamuschi liegt. Der erste heiße Tropfen von ihrem heißen Muschisaft bekom ich auf die Stirn. Ich schiebe meinen Kopf zurück und öffne meinen Mund. Ein großer Tropfen trifft meine Zunge. Ich schmecke ihn und rieche ihn und strichle dabei meinen hammerharten Schwanz der auch mit Mamas Saft benetzt ist. meine Mutter liegt nur breitbeinig und tropfend da und registriert gar nicht wirklich das mein Schwanz nicht mehr in ihr steckt. plötzlich hebt sie den Kopf und sagt zu mir ganz leise bitte mein geiler Sohn fick mich zu ende ich sage ich habe sie nicht verstanden und grinse. dabei stehe ich auf und stelle mich neben den Tisch mein Schwanz baumelt genau über ihrem Gesicht. Diese geile Sau die meine Mutter ist hat ihre Augen Wieder geschlossen. Ich greife nach ihren Titten diesen riesen Titten. weil Mama schon etwas älter ist sind sie nicht mehr ganz so fest aber ihre Nippel sind einfach geil wie sie aus den dunkel braunen Warzenhöfe abstehen weil mama so geil ist. Es fühlt sich so gut an diese geilen Titten zu streicheln und zu kneten ich beuge mich vor und mein Mund umschließt ihren Nippel. Zart sauge ich an dem steinharten Ding. ich schiebe mich etwas weiter auf sie und berühre mit meiner Hand ihren steifen Kitzler…………

Hierbei ist mein Schwanz noch weiter über ihren Mund gerutscht. sie muß es bemerkt haben den nun spielt ihre Zunge mit meinen Schwanz. ganz zart gleitet sie auf und ab.

das ist zuviel für mich diese geile Sau. nun will ich das wovon ich schon so oft geträumt habe:

MEINEN HEISSEN SAFT AUF IHREN TITTEN!!Ich setzte mich auf ihren Bauch und wichse meinen Schwanz Die spitze zielt genau in die rinne zwischen den beiden Mamabrüsten. auch mama stöhnt und zuckt etwas ………

ich spüre wie mein Saft in meinen Eiern kocht und jetzt spritz er raus mama muß auch gekommen sein den sie zittert und wimmert. mein Saft fließt an den großen brüsten herunter mit beiden Händen verreibe ich ihn ich gebe mama einen Kuß auf den Mund und lecke den Saft von ihrem Kinn. ich hauche ihr ins Ohr das war wunderbar sie haucht jaaa dann gehe ich ins Bett und schlafe mit dem geilen Geruch meiner Mutter an meinem Körper ein.

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Once upon a time…many years ago my boyfriend now husband received his first Blumpkin! for context my boyfriend and I had been going out for 2 years at this point and in that time it became clear he enjoyed bathroom related activities, though this usually centered around me usually needing to empty a bursting bladder or taking a desperately relieving poo.

I would text him when I felt the urge, tease him and try and hold my dump till i could get back from work for his viewing pleasure. I have many tales to tell of my exploration into this fetish but i thought id start with a story about my man getting to blow his loads courtesy of yours truely 😉

To help with the visualisation Todd is 6’2 with a muscular build and dark brown hair and myself a bit shorter 5’7 with thick thighs and an ass to match.

Once whilst sexting what we would do to each other after work Todd messaged me asking if I would give him a blumpkin? I had no idea what this was but he soon explained it was giving him head whilst he took a dump! At first I wasnt sure most of our play involved me needing to use the toilet not him, but it’s really important to listen to your partners needs and wants to keep the relationship exciting and I was happy to try if a little apprehensive.

I agreed one condition that in order to do this I wanted to see him absolutely desperate to poo like he would expect of me, although I was happy to indulge his desires, I couldnt find it in me to confide I had an interest in seeing my man desperate to relieve himself.

We agreed but didnt want to make a date or formalise it and just let it happen when needed…well that didnt take long as I suspected Todd was eager to try this, he text me whilst at work one afternoon saying he was busting for the toilet and couldn’t wait to come home 🙂

Little did he know I had been holding on to a dump for the last 2 days anticipating this moment and I was reaching my limits in the office, unable to hold back my farts knowing I would need a turn on the throne when home. Fortunately my commute is shorter than Todds so I got home first driving back I could feel my bowels longing for release and I was really stinking up the car.

Once back I wouldnt have long till Todd arrived so i seized the opportunity to get changed into my best lingerie, body suit, stockings, thong and heels I knew this would blow his mind.

I heard the door go and quickly sat down on the toilet in our en suite. Todd came barging up the stairs and into our room ataşehir escort to be confronted with the sight of me sat on our loo with my thighs coming over the seat and my thong strectched across my heels, any other time he would have been in heaven but I could tell he was desperate to go.

“Babe I’m dying to sit on the toilet, I hope your going to let me go I’ve had to sit through meetings holding this for you”

“Well hun, I’ve been holding this for 2 days and believe me I’m bursting to go first”

With that I spread my thick thighs apart to give him a good view and started pissing from my tight pussy with force and as it came to a trickle I let go of any control of my ass. A thick turd started to emerge, it wasnt very long but plopped into the toilet with an almighty splash but this was just the cork to the champagne there was more to come.

I farted really loud releasing a lot of smell at the same time, Todd was transfixed and I could see also excited as his cock was hard poking agaisnt his trousers. Another turd emerged and soon many splashes and plops could be heard as i started to unload but Todd was really struggling hearing me relieve myslef when he was still needing to go.

An earthy odor started to invade my nostrils this smell wasnt mine but Todds and the way his foot was tapping I sensed how desperate he was, I was nearing the end of my own much needed poo, the relief after 2 days was exquisite I was enjoying myself but pushed to evacuate the last turds as soon as possible so Todd could get his wish.

“Babe are you nearly done? Hearing you relieve yourself is making me so desperate, I’m turtle heading I really really need to sit on that toilet”

“lucky for you I am” (not breaking any eye contact) my last turd dropped with a big plop! I finally felt empty, I got up slowly and wiped before flushing away my turds, my it was my man’s turn for some relief and I was really wet seeing him so desperate for a poo.

We switched places in front of the toilet and I took control, undoing his leather belt slowly and unbuttoning his chino trousers, pulling them down seductively squatting down, as I did ensuring I made contact with his hard cock that was bursting through his boxers. I was encouraging him “time for my man to sit down and take a massive shit” I pulled down his boxers pushing them down to his ankles with his trousers and made him sit.

I stroked his thighs and legs as he sat and then warned him, “you cant poo whilst escort ataşehir him sucking your big cock, if you start going I’ll stop understood?!”

Todd nodded his head and I began to run my tongue up and down his shaft, his groaning was getting me so hot as i squatted in front of him collecting his pre-cum as my tongue swirled against the head of his cock, feeling him tense trying so hard not to give in to a much needed dump was making my pussy drip, the control I had over him.

However, he was fighting a losing battle as I was salavating over his rock hard cock, the enjoyment he was getting was loosening his asshole, as I was really going to work on his cock he couldnt help but let another smelly fart go, I could feel the warm air hit my face as that earthy smell made it to my nostrils, it wasnt such a bad smell as it was desperate my man really needed a poo. As I said I didn’t mind the smell but i took this moment to warn him again that the fun stops if he cant hold on.

I knew my big challenge was coming, I was only messing with him, I fully intended to give him a good suck whilst he let one drop, I just loved leveraging that control over him, I mixed up the approached with my lips working loose and tight agaisnt his cock and working his shaft with my hand so he was getting a wank as well.

His legs were trembling it must have felt so good, and then it happened as my juicy lips worked a treat on his cock he started to groan “I’m sorry I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it I need to go”

I stopped enjoying a mouth full of cock to remind him hes a big boy and he can hold on, but he had reached breaking point, he started to whimper “sorry I can’t I need to go” I was keen to get a view so I run my tongue down his thick shaft just in time to watch what can inly be described as a thick, solid column of shit descend from his ass to the porcelain below, the rich earthy smell this was what my man wanted, I locked in and sucked him so good as this was dropping slowly inching out of him, seeing the enjoyment he was having was making me very happy.

The end of the turd finally came out and slapped the water, I took a peak, what a log this was I’d never seen anything so big not just how consistently thick it was but it had to be a footlong that must have been a pleasure to pass, I wouldn’t have minded a turd of that size giving my asshole a good stretch. Todd tried to apologise but I shhhh’d him and told him to enjoy it, I returned to sucking him and ataşehir escort bayan I could hear the crackle of another poo on its way he wasnt done yet!

Another thick turd emerged, and I couldnt help but think how much he must have struggled trying to hold this in at work and at home waiting for me finish my dump, this made me more determined to make sure he was enjoying every second if this experience. I pushed his dick to the back of my throat making me gag on it and my eyes water looking up at him, his 2nd poo landed with an almighty splash and I encouraged him to keep going “my man really did need a huge dump didnt he? hope hes still got more” Todd said nothing but moaned in pure ecstasy having two needs taken care of at once, I could feel him building up to ejaculation so I started to slow down and be more delicate with lighter touches, I think his urge to cum was now taking over he let another fart go and i couldnt help but inspect the toilet bowl which was pretty full with 2 massive turds half sitting out if the water.

And then much to my surprise something unexpected happend either out of hearing Todd’s relief or squatting for so long, I had another call of nature banging at my back door I stopped sucking him and looked up with tears coming down my cheeks from gagging on his cock, “Babe I need another poo” his eyes widened “I cant wait” I said I started sucking him again and the crackle of another turd came from under him, hearing this I decided to push and a long log started to make it’s way out of my big ass as I exaggerated nosies of the relief it was giving me! I could feel his cock throbbing another thick rope of a turd started to decend between my mans legs and we were both grunting a poo half way out of our arses. His dropped with a plop and a massive sigh of relief, I was still giving mine a good push out. Although not thick, it was long as it hit the floor it made a brown tail that was visible to Todd. I could hear and feel him getting ready to empty his balls in my throat. The ensuite stank of shit at this point but we loved it, the look on my face as that poo left my cheeks set my man in motion as he started groaning with his orgasm building. I was sucking the head and wanking his shaft “oh I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum..yes! yes! yes! and he burst his creamy goodness in my mouth and down my throat which I willingly swollowed. I’ve never seen a man more relieved in my life. I was proud that I managed to have that effect on him.

He told me that this was the single most sexiest moment if his life by now I was so horny we jumped on the bed and I sat on his face still with my dirty arsehole, he had my pussy grinding his face and squirting in his mouth in minutes.

So any girl out there considering giving your man a Blumpkin its a must try!

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ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER.

Veronica (the bully) vs the Boxer

Oooufff! Ooufff! CRACK! and I was down on my back, again! Veronica came for me and reached down to pull me back up. But instead of grabbing my shirt, she grabbed the hem of my skirt and in my surprise she yanked it completely off my legs revealing my white, lacy low cut panties! The wall of teenage girls and boys acting as our ‘ring’ laughed at the sight as my face reddened and my hands went to cover up.

“Ooooo! The little slut’s trying to look sexy for her…my boyfriend” taunted Veronica. What do you think, everybody? Who’s got the better body?”

Although I hated her guts, even I had to agree with the boisterous crowd who cried out, “VERONICA!”

We had taken our tops off before the fight to prevent any blood or grass stains but in reality, I think it was for my 18 year old tormentor to show off her amazing tits! And fuck! She had the best tits in the school. Best ass too, most would say!

“Ronnie” as she liked to be called, was only a little over 5′ tall and if she weighed 100 lbs, 50 of them were her tits and ass! She was curvy rather than athletic but without question, you didn’t cross the unquestioned toughest girl in the entire school. She even beat up the older girls, not out of skill but cheat and meanness.

I remember, I saw her beat the hell out of one of our track stars. A really fit, muscular girl who liked to pick fights. She liked to fight and was good at it. She was by far the meanest, toughest girl in the school. Everyone thought the track star would kick Veronica’s ass. But just as the fight was about to start, the track star unexpectedly caught her toe on something; a tree root, a lump of grass, whatever. The result was, she went down hard, re-aggravating a prior quad tear. This slowed the track star to where she was easy pickins for Veronica’s brand of brawling.

From there, the track star was toast. Veronica beat her mercilessly, paying particular attention to the track star’s well-developed abs, occasionally clubbing her chin and jaws. She’d even knock her down, stand her back up, prop her against the school wall just to beat the 18 year old’s hard body. Veronica made a point of targeting the poor girl’s muscled core all while taunting her. “That body of yours isn’t so tough now, is it bitch. What’s it feel like to have your abs caved in by the new toughest girl in the school?”

Veronica would press her big boobs into the poor senior’s and punch her belly raw. It was a massacre. The poor girl just couldn’t throw with any speed or accuracy while Veronica made her pay with every fist to her gut, every punch to her jaw. It was also to show the whole school how tough and mean she was. The track star had to quit track she was beaten up so badly.

She was merciless in that beating and made a quick name for herself.

I was told of another time Veronica kicked a girl’s ass. There was this tough black girl who, at a beach party, pulled a small knife on Veronica. She caught Veronica flaunting her impressive cleavage to her man. Thinking quickly, Veronica avoided the girl’s first attempt to cut her, grabbed a handful of sand and tossed it into the city girl’s face.

Veronica was able to slap the knife away but surprisingly, even being blinded, the black girl held her own and Veronica got bruised up pretty badly. But, in the end, the sand in the girl’s eyes and Veronica’s hard fists on the poor girl’s muscled belly was the deciding factor as Veronica SLAMMED her over and over, eventually knocking her out and going home with her man.

Right now, I was the object of her ire. I had “dared” to be asked out by a boy she had eyes for. Now, I was looking up at the underside of her big boobs, visible beneath the tight sports bra she was wearing. And this was not the first time I was her victim.

I am a bit of a nerd although I have a decent body and can be pretty if I care enough to try. I was an easy target for her, often getting tripped in the hall or having her boobs ‘accidentally’ knock my books out of my hands. And of course, like all bullies, she had her “Pussy Posse” who traveled in her wake. The one and only time she had beaten me up, my belly was bruised and sore for days. That was her speciality.

Now, two of her posse grabbed my arms and stood me back up. They held my arms back thrusting my chest forward.

“Let her go. We don’t want her complaining this was an unfair fight.” Her giggle followed but before her followers pushed me forward, one unsnapped my bra and my medium-size breasts burst into view.

As I tried vainly to cover up, Veronica pointed and laughed. Everyone joined in laughing at my embarrassment until…Veronica grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it off over her head.

A hush and appreciative stares, including mine, watched as her hard nipples briefly caught on the fabric then released and her gorgeous big tits fell into place. Fuck!

“Put ’em up, four eyes!” bursa escort she said in an irritatingly teasing tone.

I hated being called that but that was vintage Veronica. She put her own fists up but used her forearms to squeeze her tits together as she did. She looked down at her obscene cleavage, smiled, then came for me.

Now, I’m sort of fit. My breasts aren’t in Veronica’s league but they’re nice enough. My waist is small and I have a nice enough ass. Better than average, I’d say. I work out, sometimes. But it’s mostly jogging or stretching. I tried boxing with my older sister but I just didn’t get into it. But right this minute, I wish I had.

Now, my older sister, Jackie, she’s a different story. She’s a fitness freak. In particular, she focuses on her abs and overall core. It’s because she loves to box. She started training to box at 19 and now she’s a competitive fighter. Having a hard core is essential for success as is evident by her 15-1-2 record.

I used to watch her train her abs. Once her training kicked in, her abdominals became her signature feature. She’d hang from a bar and do leg lift after leg lift both straight legged and ones to build her obliques and intercostals. She would flex those muscles over and over lifting her legs to exhaustion.

I remember the admiring looks she’d get from people at the gym. Here was this young woman with this stack of muscle outdoing even the fittest of the men there. Then she got into boxing with more fervor. I remember one day, she was hanging from the bar catching her breath after a particularly exhausting set, and this muscular young man came up. He reached out to her sweat coated, hard abs and asked, “May I touch?”

Still hanging there Jackie said, “No” and the young man, taken aback turned away. Then she added, “but you can put on those boxing gloves and punch me in the stomach until one of us fails.” He turned back, smiled broadly and slipped on a pair of boxing gloves. Not another word was said. He just moved in close and started punching!

Her body swayed while hanging on the bar but she did not release, she did not grunt. Each time she swung back, he was there to hit her abs with a heavy fist, stopping her forward motion. The next punch would send her body swinging back again. This continued for maybe 20 minutes when he finally had to drop his gloves in exhaustion. Jackie too was beat, literally and figuratively, and she dropped from the bar holding her belly. They ended up dating and this became their foreplay.

When Jackie got into boxing to the point she hired a trainer, he would force her to do 100 inclined sit-ups before and after training and while she did them, he would take a 25 lb medicine ball and drop it on her stomach! If she failed, he made her do 25 more. By the time she was 21, her core was a cobblestone of hard muscle. I’ve never seen any woman, or man with such finely developed abs!

Try as she might to get me interested, I was just not into it like she was. Right now, as Veronica was about to show me who was the toughest girl in the school, I wish I had taken Jackie up on it.

Even still, I was several inches taller and several pounds heavier than Veronica. I looked fitter than her so “on paper”, Veronica “should” pose no problem for someone like me. But, “on paper” and “should” being the operative words.

“You should have left Eric alone” was all she said as she moved in. Her breasts were mesmerizing. Such size and perfect shape on this small girl. CRACK! Her uppercut to my chin dazed me but still I threw a wild hook. She evaded it easily…and made me pay.

Ooufff! Ooufff! Her body blows were far more powerful than I expected and far harder than my abs could take. I grunted with every fist she threw there. She smiled as one particularly hard combo forced me to take a step back. She giggled a little as I looked at her with a pained expression.

“That feeling your experiencing right now, Anna? It’s your abdominal muscles first tightening from the pain of my fists. But soon, very soon, my fists will beat through your weak body and Anna? I’m gonna target your softening belly over and over. It’s kinda my thing.”

As I backed into the wall of onlookers, she moved close. Her short punches carried incredible strength. Ooufff! A left impaled my gut and I folded over it. CRACK! Her right straightened me up and I swayed from the power of her. CRACK! A short, left hook crushed my jaw and my arms dropped!

She pounded on me that way for several head-snapping punches. She ROCKED me. She slowed to take her time but added power as she worked over my belly and ribs. She’d pick a spot and shoot her hard fist into it. Over and over I heard myself grunt from the accuracy of the beating she was handing me.

She must have hit me 20 times but her posse kept me standing. She walked up to me and grabbed the back of my head. I offered little to no resistance. She smashed my bleeding nose and lips into her chest! Her tits were amazingly firm but this was bursa eskort meant to humiliate and intimidate me and anyone else watching.

She grabbed my chin, (even her grip was strong) and shook me awake. “I didn’t want you to miss this.” Her jab snapped my head and my shapely body was exposed once more. THUMP! THUD! THUMP! Her fists just BURIED into my gut. My knees started to give way again but this time, when they did, she hit me with a right cross followed by another that put me to sleep! My body crumpled in a heap.

I woke to cool hands on my face. Even the light touch hurt but I was able to make out my sister’s face. Weakly I said, “Hey sis! You should see the other girl!” I tried to chuckle but it hurt my ribs. “What happened? How did I get here?”

Jackie said, “A handsome young man named Eric brought you. He said that girl Veronica, who’s been picking on you, beat you up. Is that right? The same little big-titted bitch that beat you up last month?”

A little embarrassed I replied, “Yeah. That’s her”.

“GOD DAMM IT! Well, I’m gonna teach that little bitch a lesson she won’t forget.”

Now my eyes came fully open. “NO, JACKIE! Please! She’s so fucking tough and she cheats to win. And she doesn’t let up until she’s finished with you. Please!”

“Look at me, Anna. Look at my body! Look at my boxing stats! You think that little bitch can beat me? You think that little bitch can beat my sister and get away with it? NO FUCKING WAY! Anyway, it’s done!”

“What do you mean, ‘It’s done’?”

“I mean, I called her up and challenged her to a fight. She accepted! It’s tomorrow night in our gym.”

“NO! NO! Jackie! Please don’t!”

“Too late. You can come watch me take her apart. I don’t intend to show her any mercy.”

A tear worked its way down my cheek, I rolled over and tried to sleep.

I had a nightmare of Jackie fighting Veronica. It was a massacre with 18 year old Veronica laying a total beatdown on my beautiful 22 year old sister, bruising her abs and cracking her jaws. And once she had finished Jackie decisively, she came for me. I woke in a flop sweat.

Jackie was up and out early getting in a run and some light weights. She has built the most amazing body for herself. When she started boxing, she took to it immediately. Oh sure, she took some tough beatings as she was learning but she was laser focused on getting uber fit and being the best.

By 7:30 we were at the gym and Jackie was warming up when in walks Veronica with her posse. Even her sweatshirt couldn’t hide her perfect chest! But, there’s something. She looks nervous! Good! I hope Jackie kicks her ass.

Jackie, still in her light sweats walks over. “So. You’re the bimbo who’s been picking on my sister. I’m glad you showed up! Just tell me when you’re ready.” Jackie then pulled her sweat shirt off revealing her nice breasts and incredibly muscular stomach. I watched Veronica face briefly fall.

Jackie, has nicer, larger breasts than me which go well with her cobblestone abs and baseball-sized biceps. She makes sure Veronica gets a good look at her abs as she flexes. Jackie pulls off her sweat pants revealing very low cut boxing briefs. Cut just above her pubes so she can show off her 8 pack! She goes into a double bicep pose and I swear I can see Veronica swallow.

Then, it’s Veronica’s turn. She fakes a laugh and pointing at Jackie’s chest says, “Well, I can see the family resemblance.” She and her posse laugh heartily. She removes her sweatpants first and turns her back to us. She’s wearing the tightest, shortest, cut-off jeans I’ve ever seen. Her perfect little ass cheeks peek out below.

Then she turns to slowly unzip her hoodie. Even after an inch or so her cleavage is exposed. Her breasts pull at the fabric forcing it apart as the zipper falls revealing a red lace sports bra with boob flesh spilling out the top and sides. Even Jackie watches Veronica’s boobs maybe with a little bit of envy. Instead of a double bicep pose, Veronica locks her hands behind her head and inhales throwing her tits out. I hate it that I have to admit her tits are so fantastic and she’s only 18.

She laughed at us gawking, then casually took her posse over to her corner where they started to apply make-up. Apparently, she wanted to look good expecting a win. A pink hairband pulled her hair out of her face. Slipping her gloves on, she’s ready to go. Jackie chose smaller gloves for them both planning to punish the smaller woman.

Jackie moved to the center of the ring and Veronica followed. Jackie was some 6 inches taller, maybe 20 lbs heavier with all her muscle. Veronica walked up close, pushing her boobs into Jackie’s. “This is a straight up boxing match, bitch. We fight to a knockout, yours of course. If you want to back out, now’s the time, but I’d better not hear about you bullying my sister or anyone else, for that matter.”

Veronica smiled like she had a secret. “I’m not going anywhere, granny. And when you’re on your knees kissing my feet, you’re going to tell everyone who’s the toughest and who kicked your ass.” Jackie just smiled. They touched gloves and returned to their corners.

It was smart of Jackie to hold this fight in a real boxing ring. It lessened the chances Veronica could pull one of her tricks though I put nothing beyond her.

“Jackie. You’re sure of this? Remember, she’s tougher than she looks and she’ll do anything to win. And if she gets the advantage, she won’t show you ANY mercy. PLEASE, be CAREFUL!”

“Thanks, Sis, but I got this. She’s gonna pay for touching my little sister.”

Both ready, the bell starts the first round.

DING! Round one

Veronica comes FLYING out of her corner racing toward Jackie but Jackie is not impressed. Veronica fires a wild overhand right that Jackie easily slips and makes little Veronica pay. Oouufff! Ugghhh! Jackie drilled two lefts into Veronica’s unprotected side, then pushed her away. I could tell Veronica felt it but she smiled again and came back in.

Veronica got in close and rifled a stiff straight into Jackie’s abs. Her fist just bounced off and again, Jackie, fighting like the savvy boxer she is, countered with a hook that caught Veronica on her jaw. The punch was not hard but it was on target and spun Veronica’s head sideways. She shook it to clear the cobwebs and circled Jackie again. This time it was Jackie who was smiling, though to her credit and my dismay, Veronica didn’t seem too bothered by Jackie’s accuracy.

Her posse started yelling from the corner, “KICK HER ASS, RONNIE! SHOW HER WHO’S BOSS!”

Veronica lifted her arms like she was winning and started dancing a little shuffle. All the while, Jackie watched dispassionately, not being distracted by Veronica’s antics. Jackie was content to let Veronica showboat. It did nothing to give Veronica any edge. She moved in again, close. Jackie was doing well countering so she let Veronica initiate the action.

Veronica threw two fast punches into Jackie’s gut as Jackie protected her chin. Both bounced off harmlessly. So Jackie decided to give Veronica a taste of what was to come.

A straight left jab tagged Veronica’s nose but Jackie quickly followed that with another jab and a right cross. Both hit their mark as well as the three-punch combo frustrated Veronica. She swung a wild hook but Jackie’s training saw it coming as she ducked under it and dug her left fist into Veronica’s soft belly. But she didn’t stop with one punch. Like lightning her right followed and buried itself again in Veronica’s trim waist. Ooouufff! COUGH!

Jackie controlled the first round with accurate head shots and more powerful body blows hoping to punish Veronica and wear her down before knocking her out. They circled slowly and it appeared Veronica looked surprised at Jackie’s strength and accuracy. For maybe one of the first times in any of her fights, Veronica was on the defensive. And Jackie didn’t let up.

A right cross caught Veronica cleanly but did little long term damage. The same was true for a left jab. Jackie was placing her punches and although they carried sting, they wouldn’t put Veronica down.

Veronica came back with two fast punches to Jackie’s abs but Jackie didn’t even register then as her right-left-right tagged Veronica’s face in rapid succession. Veronica had to back step and Jackie followed.

Her biceps looked magnificent as she pursued Veronica

Jackie pulled back her fist but…

DING! DING! DING! Round one ends

As Jackie walked confidently back, I was cautiously smiling. Her body was so fit! Not body building muscular but without question, her muscles were clearly visible. With each step her abs moved in rhythm. Her biceps defined the shape of her arms just below her well-developed shoulders. I had been working out with her but she was so far ahead of me in terms of fitness. I felt a little more confident now that she would kick Veronica’s ass.

We looked over at Veronica who had taken a seat as her girls waved a towel, poured water over her face and ice on her belly. She was breathing heavy and I loved it.

“Nice work, sis. But, don’t underestimate her, Jackie. Please! She’s evil.”

“Nothing to worry about. She has no power and I was just playing with her. Not to worry.”

“Sis, she’s just a mouthy, big-titted bully. I’m going to turn up the heat this round.”

“Just be careful, OK?”

“Yeah, yeah. I told you, hon. I got this. No worries! Just sit back and watch.”

DING! Round two began.

As Veronica came to the center her arms were down and she walked out casually like she wanted to talk about something. She had a hand and one finger up as if to make a point or ask a question. Before I could scream out a warning to Jackie, Veronica struck! CRACK! THUD! A two punch combo started with a straight right to Jackie’s chin followed by a heavy gut punch! The cheating gambit had worked and I felt concern wash over my face until…

…Jackie, facing me, was smiling! Veronica pulled back to check the damage she had done. She looked at Jackie and her face fell. Jackie lifted both arms, locked her hands behind her head and flexed both her biceps and her abs!

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This story, I think, should be considered a gothic thriller. I haven’t written actual horror since I was a teenager. But the idea for this story hit me and I started writing. My hopes are that it will leave the reader breathless and wondering what just happened. It’ll be a short story with only a few chapters and I hope you’ll enjoy the suspense and thrills.

Happy reading, friends…

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Joshua’s life was nowhere near perfect. That was an understatement, as far as he was concerned, having run most of the past two of his eighteen years. The worst part of it all was that he couldn’t remember what he was running from or who. He had no memory of his parents at all, his childhood—up until the past two years, neighbors, friends—he didn’t know if he had brothers, sisters…it was all a huge blank in his mind.

But he was running from something, that he knew.

Was he a mass murderer? Surely not, with his reflexive tendency to be repulsed by such things. He couldn’t even stand to watch an animal suffer in pain, let alone kill it to put it out of its misery. How could he kill a human being? It was out of the question.

His stomach rumbled, which reminded him—again—how hungry he was, as he looked up and focused down the main road outside the little town he’d just went through. It was vacant of houses, buildings of any kind. All he could see for miles were fields and dense forest. The sun had started to disappear in the west and he knew he had to find somewhere to bed down soon, and try to find something to eat.

A red mustang, with the top rolled down, went past him. His long brown hair whipped around his face and shoulders along with the sand that was kicked up from the speeding tires of the passers-by. The car was full of young men, possibly in their early twenties. The handsome blonde in the back passenger side seat turned and whistled at Joshua, then stood and grasped his privates in a lewd gesture.

Joshua flipped him off with a disgusted grimace, which made the blonde laugh, turn and sit down in the seat again. Though he gave Joshua a second look, as they sped away, Josh hoped he’d never see them again. He veered off the main çekmeköy escort road, into the forest to try to find a spot to set up his bedroll for the night.

Just as the sky became blanketed with the dark, deep purple and black of night, he jabbed at the small fire he had made, with a long stick in hand, and realized he didn’t recall gathering the wood, stacking it, or starting the fire. His belly felt relieved of the pangs of hunger and couldn’t remember what he had eaten.

He shivered, from the chill in the air, and ran long thin fingers through his hair to find he had bathed somehow—where and how, he had no recollection. It was frustrating, at times. Not being able to remember things. He tried to stay as positive as he could, but sometimes his situation wore him down.

He pushed the bedroll out and stretched out onto it. He stared up at the sky for a long time, just admiring the splash of stars that twinkled above him. But it wasn’t long before his eyes grew heavy and he drifted off to sleep.

Joshua woke with a start to find himself being dragged from his bedroll. Loud cheers and taunts enveloped him as his clothes were ripped from his body. He fought his attackers while he was held face down. Someone knelt between his thighs, which had been forced open, and shoved his face into the dirt.

A rough, heavy hand was placed in the small of his back. A surge of wild untamed fear came over him and he fought harder with his assaulters. His scream hung in the air when he was penetrated hard and fast—all at once. His body went rigid and trembled with the pain and humiliation of his predicament.

With another hard, deep thrust, the man above him came down on all fours. His heavy breaths pummeled Joshua’s face just before the man took hold of the shell of Joshua’s ear with his teeth.

“Mmm…you taste sooo good, baby,” he laughed, then came up and placed both hands on Josh’s bottom, spreading his cheeks wider. “You like that don’t you, sweetheart…” he added.

“No! Stop!” Josh answered with a vehement scream.

“Sure you do,” the man returned in a weighty tone. “You gave the invitation çeşme escort when you flipped me off.”

“No!” Josh yelled loud and long.

Everything slammed him inside—the pain, loud voices yelling obscenities over him, harsh grips at his wrists and legs, the scent of their sex and the earth beneath him. He began to view it all, as if watching a video—detaching from it all as quickly as he could.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, progressing to a loud resounding yell. With sudden added strength, he bucked the man off him. Someone let go of a leg, which he used to kick as hard as he could, dislodging the second person that held his left leg. He jerked his right arm free, tuned and belted the person holding his left. Then he scrambled to his feet and took to a solid run.

“You son of a bitch! You broke my fucking nose!” he heard behind him, but didn’t slow down or give it a second thought.

One of the four men picked up a short broken limb nearby and tossed it at the boy’s feet. The next Joshua knew he felt something slam hard between his feet and landed face first into the trunk of a pine tree. The world spun and darkness abruptly surrounded him.

Icy cold washed over him and caused him to gasp. Another shower of cold and he jerked, his head flew back with a yelp. The cramp in his lower abdomen became unbearable and alerted him to the fact that his bladder was screaming for relief. Lifting his head slowly, he became aware of being sprayed down with cold water. His arms ached terribly and were wrenched high above his head. Aches and pains slowly made their unwelcome acquaintance.

With a direct spray to the face, Joshua came to full consciousness. He shook his head wildly, trying to avoid getting the water up his nose. But, try as he might, it still flooded his nasal passages and forced him to cough violently.

He felt warmth shower his legs and relief of the ache of his bladder. The water was then directed to his lower body and washed it away.

“Little bitch! Can’t even hold your water! Look at the little baby wet himself!” an angry voice barked at him from across the room. “You thought you cihangir escort could just up and leave? We weren’t finished with you, yet!”

Josh opened his eyes and saw the wood floor beneath his feet. A drain hole with a grated cap was positioned not far away. He looked up and around to find himself hanging from the thick beam of a rafter of a wooden building. The rope tied to his wrists was tight and had already left angry welts and cuts. His fingers had turned blue giving him to know he’d hung there for quite some time.

It was a large room, equipped with a desk, bed and a small table. Other than that, there was nothing significant—not even a window to allow for some sunlight.

His eyes fell on the menacing fellow across the room, showering him with the icy cold water. His shag of dark hair fell into his eyes, over his ears and around his head as if it hadn’t been combed through in days. Thick bushy eyebrows framed his deep blue eyes that expressed the malice and contempt in their stare. A cruel smirk lifted one corner of his thin lips. He was tall and of medium build, wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a leather vest that was open and allowed Joshua to see a thick patch of hair on the man’s chest.

“Turn around, whelp!” he barked at Josh gruffly.

It was then, Josh realized his feet were on the floor and stood on them. He turned his back to the man obediently and gasped as the water pummeled his body…cold…stinging him from the pressure of the spray.

“Hmm…nice round little ass, kid,” the man commented a bit more amiably.

Josh then noticed that the other three men that had been in the red mustang sat at a larger table a good distance away and near a set of steps that led up to a small door. He knew then, he had to be in a basement or cellar of some sort.

The blond that was sitting on the nearest edge of the table puckered his lips at Josh, then smiled broadly. His hair was mussed and fell over his shoulders and part way of his back. The eyes were hazel and expressed pleasure in seeing Josh so vulnerable and exposed. His lips were full and an almost cherry red. He was thin, but had some definition to his form that was clothed in jeans and a pullover shirt. He lifted a bottled beer to those lips and drank deeply, his eyes never faltering in his stare of Josh.

The others were ignoring the scene, which Josh was actually thankful for. At least, for the moment, they didn’t have any interest in him.

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