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

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

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

Passions flare as the Cougars race toward State Championship.

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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Door’s locked,” Bill said.

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

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

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Copyright © 2017 by Ken James

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grinned at me and winked.

“Call me Daddy.”

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

(One-Week Ago)

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

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

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

“Na, just was this kid’s first time”

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

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

“Like kicked him out kicked him out.”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(One Week Later Better known as the Present)

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

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

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

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

(More to come)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I explained it to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course,” I replied with a smile.

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

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

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

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

“Oliver,” he said to me.

“Yeah?” I replied looking to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks,” he said before kissing me again.

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

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

“What?” He giggled to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, you wish!”

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

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

“Yeah, sounds good.” he agreed.

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

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

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

“Ooh,” I quietly moaned.

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

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

“Oh yeah, feels good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You,” he answered with a moan.

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah, make me cum!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rob started with a bit of a joke,

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

The host laughed and asked,

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

Rob replied with a smile,

“It’s hanging good!”

And I added,

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

The interviewer clapped his hands and screamed enthusiastically,

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

I smiled proudly and Rob laughed,

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

We all laughed and he said again,

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

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

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

Now he added,

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

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

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

But he didn’t, the host just asked,

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

Rob asked,

“Is it like a trick question?”

“No.”

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

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

“Why?”

He looked at me and I said,

“Because it would come in useful some nights.”

We laughed and Rob asked him,

“What would you go for?”

“I think the arm.”

“Why?”

“Just because you guys said it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, ok,” he laughed.

“Terrible radio host,” Rob joked.

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

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

“You like this way better?”

“Yeah!” we answered.

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

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

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

“Are you just talking about music though?”

“Basically, yeah.”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe someday, we’ll tell you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He laughed and repeated,

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

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

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

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

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

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I had sat there at Joey’s beachside bar for more than an hour, watching the young man playing in the surf. When I’d first arrived at the bar, both bored and out of sorts, I’d seen him on his surfboard, riding the waves and doing quite well at it. At length, however, I saw him tire of that and come up on the beach and bury the tip of the board into the wet sand, with a strong force that, in itself, would have arrested my attention.

He was probably not over twenty and had a natural sensuality that made me catch my breath. He was tall, but not overly so, and on the lithe side, but even there, it was not at the expense of natural body tone, hard muscle, and a perfect balance of symmetry and beauty. His hair was dark, as were his eyes when he came close enough for me to see them. The hair was long and silky, and I was to learn it came down to below his shoulders, although when I first saw him it was tied back in a ponytail. The sun had tanned him deeply—he might even have been of Hispanic ancestry. His legs were strongly muscled without being heavy, and much of his body was covered—but again not overly much—in tightly curled black hair. His chin had that five-o’clock shadowing that so many young men prefer these days, and the body hair was more prominent on his forearms and legs and undergirded his pectorals, with a line running down his sternum and pronounced six pack and into the waistband of his low-rise, almost thong, navy-blue swimsuit. His nipples were pronounced, the aureoles large, and peeked out of his curly chest hair enticingly. A silver ring in one nipple only heightened the sensuality and mystery of him.

It was easy for me to be smitten. I had sent Scott packing earlier that day. It wasn’t just that he had become grasping and was taking for granted that I would give him anything he wanted just to be in my bed when I wanted him there. I had become bored with him. His only conversation was about some electronic toy or clothing item he wanted. And he’d become untrustworthy, hanging out with other men his age, whispering to them knowingly—I’m sure talking to them about me and what I did for him—what he did to me. And his eyes had been roving, like he was looking for his next sugar daddy rather than concentrating on the one he had.

He hadn’t been pleased when I’d had Thomas pack his bags and put them by the front door in the foyer and laid just enough cash out on the top of a suitcase for him to fly back to New York. But I had no commitment to him. I was bored.

Unfortunately, I also was horny and I hadn’t thought ahead too well. I wanted what Scott gave me. I just didn’t want it to be Scott who gave it to me. Always before when I’d come down here to the beach, I’d had someone in tow. I hadn’t had to go to bars alone or hadn’t had to try to cruise. I was a little too old for cruising, I had to admit. And I hadn’t had to do it for years. I always brought my young men down from New York—where they sought me out. Where they wanted to be close to me, to be seen with Peter Cordell, to appear perhaps in photos in the society pages, where they would be lurking behind me and whatever beautiful super model I had on my arm for public appearance sake.

When Scott was gone, I walked the streets of the resort town, thinking that I would enjoy doing so when I was free and when no young man was cajoling me to look in this shop or that and to buy him this or that. But I quickly found that I didn’t want to be alone. I just didn’t want to be constantly wheedled to give, give, give.

I’d found myself at the patio bar off the back of Joey’s—really just a vine-covered trellis over a deck out on the sand behind a rather seedy beach bar—and watching the activity on the beach. There wasn’t much of it.

But my eyes would have picked out the dark, young man even if the beach had been crowded. He moved like a dancer. Fluid motion. As he moved, I could see his burnt-gold skin stretching over hard muscle. This was accentuated when he stretched out as he drove the front edge of the surfboard into the sand. In what was almost a connected, extended motion, he’d stripped off the tight black Lycra leggings he’d been wearing to surf—and I almost became breathless at seeing him just in a skimpy swimming suit. What were surely heavy balls and a thick cock were pulling the front of the thong-type suit down to where I could see a good inch of curly black pubic hair. I found that the beer glass I was holding was trembling. I wanted to palm his belly and move my hand down under that waistband.

After he had planted the surfboard in the sand, he walked slowly up the beach toward where I sat. His eyes were cast off to the side of me, though, and his feet were carrying him on a veering path off toward my left. For the first time I looked along the beach at the verge between sand and vegetation and saw that there was a line of red- and white-striped cabanas, the door flaps of some closed and of others lifted on stakes to make a sort of entrance porch.

The young man was moving toward the first of these, his smiling eyes latched fındıkzade escort onto an older man sitting on a beach chair in the shade of the open and raised flap of the first cabana to my left. The man looked like he was in his late fifties. A banker perhaps. He too was deeply tanned. His hair was gray, including a thick patch on his chest. I wouldn’t say he was heavy, but he had the look of a man who once had been well-toned but was beginning to be defeated by time. Distinguished looking, though, at least from the side angle I got. And his eyes were plastered on the movement of the young man as he approached.

And whose wouldn’t be? I know mine were.

The two only had eyes for each other, though, and as the young man drew closer, I saw that he had a gorgeous, almost mischievous smile that melted hearts and launched propositions.

The young man stood there in front the older man for a brief moment, as they conversed. The older man had been reading a hardback book, which he turned over in his lap without closing it.

I watched, almost in shock, as the older man put a hand on one of the younger man’s thighs and the younger man leaned forward and took the older man’s lips with his, while one of his hands slipped underneath the book on the older man’s lap. The older man responded, the two of them still lost in the kiss, by raising his hand from the other man’s thigh and cupping his basket through the barely covering material.

They came out of the kiss and the older man rose and turned and walked into the cabana. The younger man looked around—I looked away just in time for him not to think that I had been watching—and then entered the cabana as well, pulling the flap closed.

I sat there, trembling, for several minutes, not realizing that I was holding my breath until I almost passed out from the lack of oxygen.

I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to the cabana like a moth to the light. Standing and looking around to see if anyone was watching me, I sauntered—or tried to make it appear like I was aimlessly sauntering—off the deck and onto the sand. I’d already paid for my drinks. I walked off to my left, down the beach and parallel to the water’s edge until I’d passed four cabanas. When I reached the fourth one, I walked around to the rear of that cabana and started working my way back toward Joey’s, all the time looking around as casually as I could muster to see if anyone was watching me. There was almost no one there. It was late in the season and a weekday. The resort coast was nearly deserted.

I had already seen that the cabanas were constructed like panel flaps, so that the material didn’t bend around the corners and the panels of the tents would lay flat when the cabanas were taken down. The material was slit there and the corners were held together by a series of ties from ground to roof. Standing at one of the back corners of the cabana, I could easily part the panels between ties enough to spy what was going on inside.

I almost gasped as I saw the older man, chest down on a beach lounger, and up on his knees, his buttocks in the air, with the younger man, crouched athletically over his hips, hands clutching the older man’s waist, and slow fucking the older man, using the leverage of his feet on the lounger next to the older man’s thighs for control in the rhythm of the fuck. The young man’s black, silky hair had been let loose and it did, indeed, cascade to below his shoulders. It shimmered in the rhythm of the fuck. The sounds and murmurings both made indicated that they were taken with each other and thoroughly comfortable in the fuck. They weren’t hurrying; there was nothing furtive in their coupling. This wasn’t a chance encounter, I knew.

They were displayed at an angle from me, their butts toward where I was positioned. The older man’s buttocks were milky white, but there were almost indistinct tan marks on the younger man’s undulating buttocks. I watched, mesmerized, at the beautiful butt cheeks of the younger man clinching and expanding as he fucked the older man. And I gasped again when I saw the younger man’s cock withdraw a good half foot from the ass of the older man without losing purchase and then sliding in again. And again, and again, and again.

My hand went to my zipper. In time, the younger man moved the older one to his back and crouched between his thighs, lifting his legs up and out, and continued fucking him in long, steady strokes. The younger man lowered his face to the older one’s periodically and they kissed like longtime lovers.

The older man was moaning and clearly was in seventh heaven. Who wouldn’t be?

When I had come, I zipped myself back up and withdrew. I couldn’t bear anymore. I wanted the young man to do me too.

I left the beach then and went cruising. I knew all of the bars to go to, but it was low season already and the pickings were slim. I regretted having thrown Scott out now rather than when we got back to New York. But that didn’t matter aksaray escort much. I wouldn’t have wanted Scott for the same reason that I didn’t find anyone in the bars that night who I wanted. I wanted the young man on the beach.

I spent a restless night, dreaming of me and the young, burnt-gold man with the long, silky black hair. I got up in the morning, went to the gym, and ate a humongous breakfast at a pancake house on the main boulevard. I was fagged out when I got home and fell onto the bed and slept for two hours. At three, I got up from the bed, already knowing where I was going.

I was the only one that early in the day on the back deck at Joey’s on the Beach. The beach was deserted and the flap was down on my angel’s cabana. That’s how I was thinking of him—my own dark angel. And mine. After one beer, which I nursed for a half an hour, I started thinking of leaving the bar. But just as I was about to rise from the bar table, the flap came up on the cabana, and the young man jogged out into the sunlight. He was wearing a black bikini swimsuit this afternoon, the sides of which were held together by large metal rings. He had a large, multicolored beach towel under his arm, which he dropped on the beach a few yards above the high-water mark, and he was holding a pair of sunglasses in one hand, which he leaned over and put down on the towel after he had spread it out.

I took my breath in and held as I watched the muscles stretch in his lithe body as he leaned over the towel. He only lingered there a minute, though, before he turned and ran into the surf. When the water was above his knees he dove into an incoming wave and I lost sight of him. I didn’t let my breath out until I had.

He was out of sight now, swimming out into the water, although I fancied I could see his head and the curve of his churning arms from time to time out beyond where the surf was breaking.

I turned my attention to the cabana. The older man emerged, raised the flap on the poles and stood there, his eyes shielded by a hand, obviously searching for his lover out in the ocean.

I couldn’t help myself. As he stood there, I compared him to myself. He was older than I was, and not in as good a shape—certainly heavier than I was—and, although he’d been well-muscled at some point in his life, there was a sag of skin under his upper arm as he held a hand over his eyes. There were other signs that he was losing his muscle tone, and his tanned skin looked just that way—tanned to a leathery brown. I fancied from what I could see that he wasn’t as handsome as I was. I know, from my observations of the previous day, that he wasn’t as well-endowed as I was. He could be richer than I was, although most certainly not as accustomed to fame—in New York and internationally, at least. I didn’t recognize him as anyone of import. Of course, perhaps my dark angel wouldn’t be as impressed by the nature of my fame as some others would. Still, there was the possibility that my dark angel was a dancer; he certainly moved like one.

What did this old man have that would make the dark angel choose him over me? Nothing, I optimistically told myself. So, it was mostly a matter of getting the young man’s attention.

While I had been assessing the older man who now was sitting in the beach chair under the cabana flap and had opened his book, the younger man had returned from the ocean and now was lying on his belly on the towel.

I gasped and my hand involuntarily went to my crotch when I saw it—it was lying there beside him on the sand, next to the towel. The black bikini. He must be naked, taking the sun in totally, I now realized. I ached to go out onto the sand and see him this way. It didn’t matter that I’d seen him naked and fucking the older man the previous day. There was something so much more sensual about seeing him naked on a towel on the beach—where anyone else passing by could see him too.

I kept my eyes riveted to him, fantasizing going out there and straddling his hips, holding his cock erect as I descended on it, and leaning over and taking that nipple with the ring in my mouth and teething him until he groaned and lifted my face to his in a long, lingering kiss. When he turned over, I had looked away momentarily, and I castigated myself for not remaining alert and on watch, as if just a brief glance of him would make my day.

And it obviously would, because there, while I was watching him, he stood in all of his glory, facing my direction, his glorious cock and balls hanging free in a patch of black, curly hair between his thighs, as he reached down and picked up the bikini and put it back on, reattaching the rings somehow at his hips. That’s when I saw that he had a ring in his cock head too, and I felt my sphincter muscle clutch, already feeling it rub against my inner channel.

And then he was walking. Not toward the cabana, but toward Joey’s. I tore my eyes away from him, looking down into my almost-empty beer glass, as he climbed the three eyüp escort wooden steps to the deck. As I was looking down, I could see his feet and I wanted to groan. The feet were slim, but long, the toes also slender and long. And there was a patch of black hair on the top of each one. I was feeling very hot.

I heard him ask for a drink and then say, sorry, that he didn’t have money with him and that he’d have go to his nearby cabana and . . .

I built up the courage to intervene at that point. I think my voice sounded strained and squeaky. Nonetheless I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by so I stood and offered to buy his drink for him—”and I need another beer too, bartender”—so that he could quench his thirst before having to traipse over to the cabana and back.

“Yes, thank you . . . if I can join you for the drink.”

Could he join me? I was doing all I could do not to hyperventilate.

“Have you been swimming in the ocean yet?” I asked. “Is it too late in the season to do that? The temperature too cold?” I felt like an idiot for not coming up with anything better to say than this. And then he proceeded to confirm my idiocy.

“Surely you know I’ve been swimming in the ocean, Mr. Cordell. You’ve watched me do it, haven’t you? Yesterday as well as today.”

I was shocked, but then I felt all sorts of posturing and foreplay was being brushed aside. He obviously was in the game. And I knew this game so well. He was approachable.

“You know who I am, do you?” I didn’t have to sound surprised. I was. Not necessarily that he’d know who I was, given what he obviously was. But that he would be so straightforward in getting to the bottom line. It was almost refreshing.

“Yes, of course. You’re the Peter Cordell who produces for the Metropolitan Opera, aren’t you? I read the New York papers.”

“Yes, you have me there. And you are?”

“Raul. You can just call me Raul.”

Ah, yes, Hispanic. I very much liked the passion of a Latin lover. Scott was West coast, sun, beaches, muscle shirts, and all about himself.

“Ah, the newspapers.”

“And we have a few mutual friends too.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. For instance, I know one of the members of the Met’s permanent dance troupe. Jason Deavers. You might remember him.”

“Yes, of course.” Certainly I remembered Jason. I opened my legs for him nightly for a month two years ago. Raul most certainly was direct. Well, I could be direct too.

“I would like to see you. Away from the beach,” I said. I turned my face to him and looked directly in his eyes.

“I’m rather attached,” he responded.

“Yes, I have seen that. But you may be interested in reassessing your situation.”

“I rather doubt that,” he answered. I looked away then. This obviously was going to be expensive. He wanted to haggle. But then he surprised me.

“Did you know that they give performances in the old opera house in Charleston?” He asked. “The local troupe is quite good, I think. I have an extra ticket for a performance of Mozart’s Idomeneo for tonight. It’s a powerful work—Greeks and fated lovers and tragic promises and all. Very melodramatic, but not much performed anymore. If you wouldn’t be too averse to a busman’s holiday . . .”

“He certainly is resourceful,” was my thought as I clothed myself in a tuxedo that evening, after having already been to the barbers and then having a long shower and primping and making myself the best I could be. He was going to great lengths with me. This then, I knew, was going to be very, very expensive. But I had seen him fucking the older man, and I was assured that he would be very, very worth it.

The ticket he left for me was for one of the private boxes high up above and at the corner of the stage. It was angled, so that no one from the audience could look into the box, and only singers positioned well up into the height of the set could see much of anything in the shadows.

I was the only one in the box until shortly after the first interval. In the interval, I had craned my head out around the edge of the box and scanned the audience and seen that, yes, both Raul and the older man were seated in the orchestra section. Raul looked magnificent in his tuxedo. That must have cost the older man a fortune. And the older man was probably paying for all of these empty seats in this box as well—and perhaps didn’t even like opera. Raul had his hooks into that man really good. He should be grateful that I intended to take Raul away from him.

After the lights went down following the interval, I felt more than heard that someone had entered the box. I turned my face and saw that it, indeed, was Raul.

There were practically no preliminaries. I heard the zipper of his tux trousers being lowered after he’d sat in the chair beside me and felt the hand on the back of my neck, coaxing my face down into his lap. And to the glorious live, opera music of Mozart, sung rather well for the provinces, I gave Raul the best blow job performance I could muster up—luxuriating in my tongue’s play with his cock ring.

He stopped me short of making him come, though, and I watched in fascination as he took a condom packet and a tube of lubricant out of his jacket pocket. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Strip off your trousers and briefs, please, and sit on my cock. Oh, and you look quite handsome tonight.”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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I had come to Paris with my Uncle Andy as part of a “well done” package for completing my first year Uni. exams without too much hassle. I was after an Architecture degree and had kept up with the work and played quite hard too; all in a fairly vanilla way. But hey, I was still just 19 and had plenty of time to broaden my horizons and dip my toe (and anything else that would fit) into more murky sexual waters.

Uncle Andy had been around all my young life. I remember him teaching me to swim, me holding a football with outstretched arms while he held me gently under my waist and hips. His encouraging (and harmlessly provocative) banter; “That’s the way my big, strong boy. You’ll have the strongest legs and the biggest bum in the pool. Now Mike, kick for all you’re worth.”

And I did. I so wanted to impress this young man with his fit, muscled body and tanned good looks. I was barely a third his age and a pudgy, tallish child with no idea that by the time I was 18 I’d be looking at uncle Andy completely differently.

He was like a god; blonde, fit, toned and tanned. He’d taught me almost everything and now I wanted one more lesson.

“OK stud?” Andy teased, as he led the way out of the check-out area and towards the car hire desk. The fit, tanned male assistant with twinkling brown eyes, dark curly hair and a sophisticated aroma of expensive cologne was about the same age as Andy, (34/35) and speaking French so quickly I couldn’t understand. I was impressed how fluently Uncle Andy was keeping up. There was an aura of flirting and good-natured banter about the conversation. The desk attendant was looking my way and smiling and winking at me. Andy stage whispered that the guy fancied me and had a special price for the hire car if I went to the back room and sucked his cock. Every so often Andy and the guy would stop talking and look at me earnestly. This wasn’t like my uncle. He was normally so protective towards me. What was going on?

Suddenly Andy burst out laughing. Now the car rental guy looked puzzled.

Andy smiled over at me and explained that the questions were about my driving ability and did I want to drive in Paris?

“Was I old enough?” asked the assistant, and Uncle Andy had told the guy that I was old enough for anything he could think of and looking for new experiences in Paris. All said with a nudge and a wink to rub home any double entendre.

“Bastard” I muttered under my breath and tried hard not to redden up as they resumed their chat in French. My uncle signed some papers and picked up the keys. After a firm handshake and a weak smile from me we headed outside to the parking lot with the luggage trolley.

“You know, Jean-Claude back there would love to show you around. He reckons you are so young and inexperienced he could make you cum in 10 minutes. I said No way, More like 5.”

I slapped his shoulder in a playful but hard way and he winced with make-believe pain and we pushed on to the rental car park.

Andy had booked an Audi: a long sleek shiny, black automobile that promised speed and comfort. The interior was red leather and polished wood. I couldn’t help thinking, “crumpet catcher” but I hoped not.

We had fun inputting the hotel address on the sat-nav. and made our way round the ring road to the hotel. It had a wide pull-in area and we left the car to be parked as a young, slim, uniformed guy came and took our bags. He led us inside and waited nearby as we booked in to our room. Then he took the key from the receptionist, who had kept our passports, and led the way to the lift. I admired his tight-fitting trousers and waist-coat, thinking he was a lot nearer my age than Uncle Andy and if I was here alone I’d like to feel confident enough to make a move.

He was a hot, young Latino, about my age and slightly smaller in height. He certainly looked fit and good looking, with come to bed dark brown eyes, twinkling through long, black lashes.

Once in the hotel room it was obvious that we were sharing a bed albeit a large one, and since Andy was picking up the tab I didn’t want to rock the boat. He tipped the bell boy, giving him one of his special head to toe appraisals and getting a slight blush and warm smile back. As Andy palmed his bum as he escorted taksim escort him out of the door he muttered, “See you later, lad.”

He smiled as he closed the door and then headed for the shower and I settled on the bed and started to flick through the TV channels.

I must have dozed off because five minutes later I heard Andy calling me to join him in the shower.

“Hey It’s great in here. Plenty of room. why don’t you join me? Not still shy are you? Come and look at my latest tattoo. Bet you can’t spot it. It’s really discreet.”

Now one thing I loved about Uncle Andy was his body. Ever since the swimming lessons I had been attracted. He was fit and toned, with a tan to die for. I had to wonder how far the tan went nowadays. I remembered a brown body and a beefy white bum with marked tan lines. He had gradually acquired several tats to his calf, shoulder and chest .They were all very artistic and he had recently taken to wearing stubble, all of which reinforced his manly beauty. And I did find him beautiful.

I wanted to look like him. I wanted to speak and act like him. Most of all I wanted to fuck like him. On and on, never losing rhythm or intensity. I wanted to be a heavy cumer like him and a quick reloader. And how did I know all this about Uncle Andy?

Because ever since my 18th birthday he had been visiting me every month and fucking me senseless.

“Come on Mike. I’m getting lonely in here,” he shouted so I could hear him above the noise of the running water. I quickly stripped off and peeked round the bathroom door. It had a walk in shower and Andy was standing in the middle, water bouncing all over his fit, brown body. No sign of a tan-line there.

He had his back to the door and was soaping up his crotch with some enthusiasm. Before he could speak again I had stripped naked, slipped in behind him and wrapped my arms round his hard body and was kissing the back of his neck.

“Mmmm, now that’s what I need. A nice firm back rub.”

I pushed my groin into the firm orbs of his muscled arse. “Mmm” he murmured again. “Now who’s pleased to see me?”

I groaned as he spun me round and soaped up my chest and stomach. His deft fingers roamed expertly over my slim, hard six pack. “I see you’re a little excited Mike”, he said as his hands brushed my stiff cock. “Let me loosen you up a little,” and before I knew it he was probing my hole with a digit. He got one finger in up to the second joint and as I moaned and pushed my ass up in pleasure, he leaned forward and took my bottom lip gently between his teeth.

“Don’t let me do anything you don’t want,” he murmured in my ear. “But you are such a sexy young man, I can’t keep my hands off you.”

As if to reinforce his last comment I gasped as I felt another finger push its way between my hard, muscled bum cheeks to join the first.

“Ohh, Yes, yes, YEEEESSSSS!!” was all I could say. Uncle Andy had quickly and firmly inserted three long, slim fingers into my back passage and seemed to be enjoying waving them around in there as if to attract attention. So much for loosening me up. I was grinding my bum against the palm of his hand as he kissed my lips with abandon, running his determined fist down to grasp my rock hard cock, and then up, pinching my nipples and making me tingle all over.

“Oh Mike, you are so sexy,” he moaned in my ear. “I want to take you now, just as we are, naked and wet in the shower.”

“Oh yes, Uncle Andy. I love it when you –Oh, Oh, –OH GOD yes, YEESSS.”

Andy had hardly waited for me to agree and as soon as he felt my sphincter relax had spun me round ready for his final assault. And this was it. He had succeeded, without much effort, in getting his 8 inch stiff, erect cock past my muscle and into my love channel. I had arched my back and pushed out my bum and was gasping for breath as Uncle Andy, in the throes of abandoned passion, was humping his rock hard pole further and further up into my rectum.

Just at that moment I heard the hotel room bell ring and a cheery voice called out, “Room service. Where would you like the champagne?”

Andy, almost without losing stride called back “Just leave it on the table. I’ll be out in a minute.” He covered my mouth with a hand to muffle my pants and gasps but without much success as that was the moment he bottomed out and I let out an almighty “Fuuu…” which he stopped dead by squeezing my throat hard with both topkapı escort hands. “Ugg, MMMM. shtooo…”was all I could murmur.

“Sorry but you have to sign this now,” came back the reply. “Do you want me to come in there so you can carry on with… with… whatever you’re doing,” the steward said. “It’s no problem, I’m sure I’ve seen it all before.”

“Ok, I’ll just grab a towel,” called back Andy, but before either of us could make a move the bathroom door was pushed open and there, wide eyed with amazement, and with a fast growing erection in his tight black trousers, was the cutest Latino waiter I had ever seen. He was the spitting image of the bell hop from earlier but broader in the chest and in an even tighter pair of pants.

“What the fu…” he murmured.

Uncle Andy ploughed on, regardless of what we looked like. A broad smile spread across his face and he seemed to be enjoying the extra attention. He turned us to face the new-comer and pushed as deeply as he could with his stiff cock.

“Oh God yes. Fuck me Andy. Fuck me hard.” was how I greeted the newcomer. I was completely in the moment and wouldn’t have stopped for the hotel manager himself. Andy was holding my hips and thrusting hard and I could feel every inch of his stiff tool inside me.

The waiter was standing as close as he could get without getting wet. He had started rubbing the crotch of his trousers and they were now tenting out at the front.

Andy whispered in my ear as he snuffled and poked with his demanding tongue. “What say we invite him in? Bet he’d love to join us. You hold out your hand and see what he does.”

I released my hold on the tiled wall and reached for him, doing my best to smile and appear casual while all the time Uncle Andy’s rock hard dick was pounding my butt.

“Come,” I said and beckoned him in with us. The lad was only about 20 and could easily have been the older brother of the bell boy. A modern haircut, long on top and shaved at the sides set off a lovely pair of dark eyes. They twinkled mischievously as he licked his lips. He seemed undecided but suddenly made up his mind and began to undo his tight black trousers, stepping out to reveal a pair of muscled brown legs and skimpy red briefs, struggling to contain his engorged cock. With both hands he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off us. For our part we had slowed our love making and I was enjoying the slow fuck of my life. Andy was pushing gently in to the hilt, pausing and then pulling almost completely out before pushing in again.

“Come,” I said and held out my hand again. Our eyes locked and he smiled widely, then nodded in agreement. Our new visitor pushed off his shoes and socks and, just clad in the most revealing , skimpy red briefs, stepped into the shower with us. As I was nearest I took advantage and pulled him to me, enfolding his short, wiry, smooth body in both my arms. His head came to my chest and he started to pull on my nipples as I bent lower and kissed him. I was surprised by his enthusiasm as he bit my lips and pushed his tongue firmly into my mouth.

Fuck, could he kiss.

His hands found my stiff cock and he began pulling and yanking as though he would pull it off. I moaned into his ear and licked around it, biting the lobe provocatively as he pushed his briefly clad member into my groin, pushing and gyrating his hips forcefully. He was now, like us , dripping wet. Andy was still fucking me slowly and whispered to me to get his pants off. I moved my hands to his narrow hips and began to lower his red briefs. They clung to his wet body in a thoroughly sexy way, showing off the hard outline of his cock. When he realised what I was about he quickly pulled them off in one graceful movement and stepped out one foot at a time, bending to show off his firm buttocks until he stood before us buck naked in all his young manly glory.

“You like?” he cheekily enquired as he wiggled his firm erect cock and hard muscled arse. We both agreed that we liked it.

“Yes we like it a lot. Come here and let us show you how much.”

Andy pulled out of me and cleaned off his still erect cock with a fist full of shower gel and reached out, grabbing the waiters stiff member.

“Come here you stud,” he said and pulled him into a firm embrace. They locked tongues and groped each other firmly. Not wishing to be left out I nuzzled between them, forcing my tongue into each mouth beyoglu escort in turn and was rewarded by a firm slap on my buttocks from Andy and a good tug on my nips by slave boy, (as we quickly called him). Andy had pushed him to his knees and forced his cock into the gaping drooling mouth. As he held him down by the shoulders he applied firm pressure and slid his cock in and out of the willing, sucking mouth.

“Oh yes, oh yes, this is good. Nearly as hot as you lad,” he moaned. “Come on. You’ve not experienced a 3 some. This should be fun. Your turn.”

With that he pulled out and pushed me into line, slapping my arse so I bucked forward, leaning closer to slave boy, who stretched his head forward, engulfing my hard, dribbling cock and sucking it to the back of his throat.

“Oh god, you’re really good at this. What a tremendous suck. Come on man, deep throat me.”

As my cock disappeared inch by inch down slave boys gagging throat, I saw Uncle Andy move and stand behind his bum. He reached over the boys back and grabbed his hair, pulling his head forcefully back while murmuring, “Come on you slut. Take it. Take it all”.

Slave boy gagged and moaned. His eyes were watering and rolled back in his head. Then I felt his head lunge forward, engulfing me up to the hilt, as Andy forced his 8 inches fully into his hole in one thrust. What a slut; he took it all without a murmur.

“Cop that boy. Now really get working on my cock with your lovely tight bum.”

I could feel that tightness in my balls and the ecstasy of an impending explosion creeping through my groin. I renewed my thrusting and held his face as he moaned and sucked me deeper and deeper into his saliva drooling mouth.

I could hear several firm arse slaps followed each time by a gasp and a moan from the slave bent over before me.

“Oh yes, I’m cumming. Oh yes, yes,” moaned Andy as our coupled rhythm pushed the boy back and forward in time.

With that I felt my balls tighten and released a huge load into the slurping, gasping mouth. Slave boy was getting punished at both ends. Andy seemed to be shooting a huge load and seemed to be really enjoying it as he slapped arse and pulled nipples fiercely. I pulled out of the wide open gullet and half my load dribbled to the floor. I leaned forward and licked his lips with gusto. He opened his pretty lips and inserted a firm tongue covered in my cum into my welcoming mouth.

Meanwhile Andy had shot his load and pulled out. Cum dribbled from his cock and the sweet boys’ arse.

“God that was some hot fuck,” he said as he bent over and kissed me hard on the mouth. “Want to swap places and do it again?”

He knew I was quick to reload, as was he, and I leaned forward taking him in a warm, sensuous embrace. “You bet you big stud. Lets just clean up, relax, and have a drink or two. I’ll be ready before you are, old man.”

“I’m so sorry gentlemen.”

Our slaveboy spoke in a rich foreign accented voice. “But I must return to my duties. The manager is not kind if he finds anyone entertaining the customers without his permission. I don’t want to lose my job and I am on a last warning. But, for you young and handsome men, I could ask my brother, Paulo, to come up. I think he showed you to your room earlier. He is going off duty now and usually waits for me until I finish at 6pm. He would love to entertain you on his own time and I think you would both enjoy him. He is every bit as accommodating as me and just one year younger. The company are very strict about age. You like? Yes?”

As he spoke he was quickly drying and getting dressed. He was commando and, lacing up his shoes he winked at me and tossed his wet, red briefs at my feet.

“Keep these,” he said. “I think they’ll be a snug fit and they’ll excite my brother if you wear them when you are together.”

Shall I send up Paulo?” he asked Uncle Andy.

“You certainly will,” Andy replied, and he left the shower to produce a 50 euro tip from his wallet. He stuffed it in the waistband of slave boys trousers

“Thank you sir. My name is Miguel. Please ask for me if there is anything similar I can do for you. “But,” and he whispered as he looked furtively about as though he could be overheard. “Be prepared to pay twice as much if you contact me through the manager or hotel desk. Best to go through room service. Much cheaper.”

With that he batted his black eyelashes, smiled and let himself out. We heard his footsteps disappear down the corridor.

“Well, what do you make of that?” said Andy.

“I’ve no idea but lets drink some of this champagne before Paulo appears. Good idea of yours to order it.”

“Yes, but I didn’t order it. I thought you did.”

“What the fuck is going on?” asked Uncle Andy. “We’d better ask Paulo when he arrives.”

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It was hot outside and we had nothing to do. We sat on the front porch in an old shack of a house. It was one story and looked to have been built sometime in the 1930s as deep in remote isolation as possible. Twenty years later the house had long since been without tenants; until about a month and a half ago when Jaymin and I discovered it and moved in. We had no money at the time, and what renovations we could afford were few and much needed. We had no idea who lived there before us or how long they had been gone. But it certainly seemed as if they weren’t coming back, for which we didn’t blame them. The shack was altogether lonely, even with the two of us there. Nothing except occasional cars on the dusty road half a mile away, visible by the brown-orange clouds. Interrupting the disturbing silence. The silence that only a shack in the middle of nowhere knows. And the loneliness was so oppressive, that neither Jaymin nor myself could stand more than a few minutes away from the company of the other.

Jaymin and I had sat in chairs next to one another after waking up late in the day, looking out into the oblivious blue sky. Before us, the sky was clear and empty and as desolate as the dirty sun-dried ground around us. I got up unceremoniously and Jaymin glanced away from the horizon of distant nothing to see what I was doing. I walked in front of him to the side railing of the porch and leaned against it with my forearms folded in front of me. From there I could see the sky behind the shack and the dismal overcast approaching. Another hot summer storm. This one was only going to be rain. No thunder, lightning, or any real winds. Disappointing.

I crossed in front of Jaymin again and sat back down, looking at the wooden chair that was broken in places but still sturdy. The heat from the minimal amount of physical exertion it took to move to the railing and back again flushed my face and an immediate sweat broke on my brow. Shadows were short and it was midday.

Once more the silence around us consumed the air, numbingly reaching into our inner ears until it was at last blessedly breached by the caw of a far-away crow. I looked over at Jaymin, utterly rugged with unwashed locks of thick brown hair falling around his head making him look beautiful and unclean. His face was browned even more than his natural tan by the midwestern sun and he wore old overalls with both straps hanging at his sides and off the chair. My eyes instinctively fluttered bağcılar escort from eye to eye; noting the depth of brown, then to his sharp jawline, his well pronounced pecs, down his abs, and to the tuft of hair where the overalls barely covered his crotch. All in an instant I took in his full, dark beauty. My blonde hair was wet with sweat, lying in graceful waves that framed my face. My eyes hurt from the sunlight, but I knew Jaymin was now staring at the blue that showed through my squint.

“I wanna do you,” he whispered to me with respect for the quiet. “Right now. Let’s go inside.”

The screen door swung lazily closed behind us and we walked into the bedroom. I pulled off the wet tank top I was wearing and unzipped my jeans. When I crawled on the bed, I saw him move over to the window to open it. No breeze came in to stir the stale air inside the dim room. With his hands on the bottom ledge he gazed out. I looked at him. His torso sprouted so masculine and hard and sculpted from the low-riding and clumsy wrinkles of his overalls. His head turned to me. The motion was softened greatly by his mass of brown hair through which he now ran his hand.

With little effort, he allowed the denim overalls to fall off his hips and to the floor where he casually stepped out of them. I was barely turned on and had come into the room with him only for something to do. We made love so often that it wasn’t really something I got too excited about anymore. Even though his narrow hips and firm body were divinely erotic, he was mine and I had had him many times before. He felt the same way about me, I’m sure.

He crawled onto the bed where I sat naked without even bothering to pull down the covers. He came forward and my feet went between his legs. All the while, his face was careless. This was more like masturbating with another person than making love. He sat on my ankles for a moment, holding his unerect penis in his right hand and pumping it gently to encourage it. I could feel his cheeks on my feet, warm and plush and smooth.

I sat up, leaned forward, and took his cock in my hand and stroked it for him. As it became hard, Jaymin stared at my face with a blank expression backed by secret emotion, touched by me doing this for him. I had to learn to read his blank stares long ago by looking into his eyes alone, not his face which remained always soft and distant. By his eyes I could tell what kind of stare it was. Whether he was sad, in thought, bahçelievler escort or in this case, amused as if our sex had suddenly become something novel and quaint.

We both leaned back as he kissed me. I fell into the pillow and his body weight pressed against me. Hands were around my face and moving across various regions of my body. Fingers were in my hair, and his hips were grinding against my dick until it became hard. The only part that made the experience truly worthwhile was, aside from the orgasm that was always invariably intense with Jaymin, the kissing. He pulled off my lips and got to work.

With his hands on my hips, he easily pulled me down the bed further to him. He cleared his throat, either to prepare to say something or to just break the silence. As my legs were lifted his hands glided up the underside of my thighs to their resting places beneath my knees. Now exposing my hole to him. This orifice he adored, as if it were some other entity apart from myself. He inserted himself. I closed my eyes, feeling his palms on my legs as he held me down in place. The heat emanating from his erection that pushed deeper into my body was always enjoyable. That heat let me know, on a deeper level of consciousness I think, that what was entering me was alive. That it belonged to someone who wanted to put it in me. That was what made it sexy.

He pounded into my hole for a good ten minutes. At one point, he released my legs and lowered himself onto my body, hugging my chest and nestling his head in my neck so that his almost inaudible grunts could be heard in my left ear. Those grunts in the silent day gave me chill bumps. It was sensual. And it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up with pleasure.

His thrusting continued. I put a hand to my own cock and jacked off. It wasn’t but another five minutes before I came; dribbled cum, not a ropey shot or even a substantial stream. The well had been dried by overusage lately. But the orgasm was, as ever, supernatural. For a blind moment undulating waves of pleasure swept through my flesh, pushing out the spirit so that I was floating above our bodies in bed. As I came back to my senses, I relaxed my muscles. Realizing that I had arched my back and rolled my eyes and head back, I opened my eyes and saw Jaymin looking into my face, still pleasuring himself with my hole. Which I appreciated and was glad I could do for him. I smirked despite myself and so did he. şirinevler escort

“You’re pretty when you’re like this,” he said in a husky voice, not referring to my physicality.

He laid back down upon me, snuggling with me as if the upper halves of our bodies were independent and unaware of the fucking that our lower halves were doing. His motions were no longer meant to give me as much pleasure as he could manage, but instead were simple and lazy, intended only to get himself off. I can remember our first several times in bed together. We both tried our best to impress the other, using all the tricks we knew. Until at last, we reached that point in our relationship where we ran out of those tricks and stopped trying so hard. That’s when sex became sexy. It wasn’t as spectacular or physically enjoyable as before, but it was real. Sexual. Sexy.

With his head and his soft hair at my cheek, I had looked out of the window at the sky while waiting for him to finish. The clouds had come in and there was a new overcast. My right hand swept lazily up and down Jaymin’s warm back. I don’t know how much time passed. I even thought Jaymin had fallen asleep until I realized I was still being penetrated. My mind wandered away, thinking about storms and rain and silent nowheres when suddenly, I was brought back by a hot and gooey feeling deep inside of me. I enjoyed it. It felt nice to have Jaymin shoot his seed in me. Almost as if we were trying to get pregnant. He fucked me for a moment longer, enjoying his orgasm. I felt his body shiver and tremble and I held him tightly to me, his heart pounding against the steady pace of my own. And then it was done.

His penis softened in my ass, submerged in his own semen inside of me. And we laid there. And I finally drifted so deep into daydreams, that I closed my eyes and fell asleep. After what seemed like a short but unknown stretch of time, my eyes reopened with the sound of rumbling thunder. Jaymin was awoke too, having fallen alseep in the same position his body collapsed in. He moved a little and his penis squirmed out of my hole just slightly.

I sighed. And there was the realization that it was raining. Warm drops that fell into the open window. And finally, with a broken voice Jaymin spoke with his breath still hot against my neck, “Michael…”

A moment passed where it seemed he searched for the reason he spoke in the first place. “I think I’m dying.”

We didn’t look at each other and my gaze still was turned toward the sky through the open window.

“Either that. Or. Uh… I think I may love you. I can’t tell yet… But I can feel it.”

He said nothing else after that, as if those words had been more physically taxing than making love. And then it was quiet save for the rain. And he pulled his cock out of me. And we laid there forever and ever until the storm was over.

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Chapter Eight

Chelsea awakes a very different woman.

Chelsea woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright in her bed. She was back in her room at Sir Douglas’s house and she had been woken by the memory of what had happened the night before. She felt quite sore on her bottom and thighs, many of those attending the party had been quite rough in the handling of her tender flesh.

She had been dreaming of the man who had been flogged before her eyes the night before. There had been a look on his face, as if he was in some kind of an ecstatic trance while he had been both flogged and orally pleasured. She realised that none of the men present had been allowed to whip him, although several had asked the stern faced matron who had been overseeing the event and been turned away to some of the other people on display’ She assumed that it was probably something that was unique to his particular desire, but was fascinated by what she had seen.

This dream had been extremely erotic, in it she had both whipped the gentleman until blood was running down his back, and then she had climbed on top of him, impaling herself on his rock hard cock. The feel of his cock inside her had felt so real she could almost still feel it now that she was awake.

She was so wet, so twitchy with sexual frustration that she knew that she would have to bring herself to orgasm right there.

She moaned as she rolled over onto her front, reaching between her legs to stoke her slippery and silky smooth flesh. The feel of her own wetness between her thighs always made her feel feverish and hot. She always thought of herself at moments like these like a cat, twining itself around it’s owners legs, rubbing and purring, begging for affection.

She slid her fingers inside herself and her orgasm exploded over her like a wave. She screamed aloud, gasping at the feel of her innermost muscles squeezing against her fingers as they moved inside of her. Her body writhed under her own touch and she felt all of this sexual energy that had accumulated within her arc across her brain in a multicoloured burst of orgasmic energy.

As she came, she could feel the muscles in her abdomen and thighs clench and shake and the feel of it of was so intense that afterwards she could only lie there, wide eyed, feeling like all of the hair on her body was standing on end.

This left her shaking and feeling very light headed. She lay there for a while, feeling totally at peace and empty. No thoughts, no emotions, just at peace. She felt like a stained glass window from a church, with sunlight shining through it.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, but she started to come back into focus with the world around her coming back into view. Her stomach rumbled in a very loud way which made her laugh. For some reason, the image of her finishing school governess, a very stern woman by the name of Ms. Fotheringham who had taken a very direct interest in her upbringing as a proper young lady popped into her mind.. She had taught her the importance of suppressing such bodily rumblings, and the image of her lecturing her about her behaviour the previous evening, when she was stripped and exposed to the crowd made her laugh.

She got herself dressed in the clothes that Onna had arranged for her. She found the kimono garments that Onna provided to be very comfortable, unlike many of the corseted and binding clothes that she had worn previously. She felt very free, free of worry and concern and strangely proud.

The pride was something that she was not expecting. Her upbringing which had been a strictly Anglican rural upbringing had been quite disciplined with an emphasis on civilised pursuits. This had been tempered by the common sense about the natural world that living on her fathers extensive estates had brought. One could not ignore the realities of life in such an environment, from seeing the pigs slaughtered for the Christmas hams to seeing her favourite mare mounted by her fathers prized stallion, the reality of mother nature was everywhere to be seen.

She remembered that the sight of the stallions penis had her in a fit for a week! It had looked so huge that she had to be reassured by one of her older female friends that a man’s organ was not the same size or dimension as the one she had seen in the mounting yards.

The first time she had held a mans cock in her hand had been a very different situation and she had felt a great deal more enthusiasm for the task. She had learnt the arts of being a woman from the many women around her fathers house and as her mother had died in childbirth, she had been raised mostly by these women and had learned as much from her governess on the social arts of conversation as she had from the hurried whispered conversations about sex and men with fındıkzade escort the scullery maids in the kitchen.

One night shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she had done the unthinkable and had crept away from her bedroom in the dead of night and had taken her horse down to the village inn, where she met up with several of the women from the kitchen.

By the time she had gotten there the men had been well and truly into their cups, so she was seen as just another one of the women there that night. In cold and sober daylight, they would have taken their hats of their heads and said their hello’s, but that night she was able to be just a young woman amongst several in the inn that evening. It had been wonderful, to drink and to dance and to flirt with those strong strapping young lads from the farms. The alcohol had done its work and she had been very happy, laughing and care free without any of her usual shyness.

Before riding home, she had a fleeting tryst with the drunken son of one of her fathers tenant farmers. He had been a large strapping lad with broad shoulders and a gentleness to him which had allowed her to approach him for a dance. She had taken him outside into the laneway and they had kissed, clumsily but forcefully with the rough stubble of his face grazing her cheeks. She had felt his large hands on her breasts and she had traced the outline of what she later realised was actually quite a large sized cock through the harsh fabric of his work pants. Her heart had been pounding so hard it felt like it would leap from her chest, but the alcohol and the feeling that she had to do something different with her life pushed her past her usual boundaries and she had grabbed hold of his hard cock, eliciting a moan from him that made her feel powerful, in control and wanted.

She had to stand back as he undid the buttons of his fly and withdrew his large, erect cock for her to hold in her hands. The skin of it was so soft, like the skin of her inner thighs and breast, but it was so hard and hot in her hand. She felt like her knees would buckle and her mouth felt so dry that she had to lick her lips. She could see it’s length in the light, the pale flesh of it gleaming in the lamplight in the alleyway and as she ran her hands over it, the sounds he made as she caressed the hard length of it were very intense. He was muttering “oh god” over and over, a very heartfelt prayer of lust that felt like a pagan benediction, empowering her every move.

When his cock started pulsing in her hand and jet after jet of steaming come burst across her wrist and forearm onto her skirts, she didn’t know what to say! But the answering pulse between her legs that pushed her over the edge to her first ever orgasm within the arms of another man, even though it had not gone far enough to actually for him to be within her, was more than enough to make her want such experiences again.

This had been a moment that defined her next few years while she still living with her father. She would find herself at the country balls and fairs that were fully chaperoned with Aunts and Uncles escorting those unmarried men and women, but assignations were often made there to be followed through at later times. She had also become quite the flirt with the young men in the neighbouring villages, even to the point of becoming known for the twinkle in her eye and the shape of her figure through her skirts.

What she had not known was that her activities had begun to attract unwelcome attention from those in the community who did not join in the drunken revelry at the local inn on a Saturday evening. Those who did not enjoy the whiskey and conversation at the country balls and who essentially seemed to spend their time watching their neighbours and gossiping about things that they knew nothing about.

This came to a head when one of the farm boys that she was dallying with was foolish enough to consider what they were doing was based on love, as opposed to the look of him working behind a plough. He was also stupid enough to go cap in hand to her father and as for her hand in marriage.

Her father had confronted her when she had returned from her riding which was part of her exercise regimen during the afternoons. This was when she discovered that her normally mild father had chased the unfortunate paramour from his farm and had discharged several loads of buckshot into his rather lovely backside.

This created a singular ruckus in the village and the local constabulary became involved, creating a scandal which would remain the talk of the village for a very long time. As a result of this, she found herself packed away to London in the care of one of her fathers sisters, who as it turned out was a closet alcoholic aksaray escort and provided a suitably blind eye as she became enmeshed into the social whirl of London set.

She still loved her father very much but had not forgiven him for sending her away to London. While she loved the socialising, the parties and the balls, she missed her family home and her horses and while the men here in London were generally more cavalier and charming, they lacked a certain strength to them that the men on the land had shown her. She had felt appreciated while having the literal roll in the hay with a farming lad, but the so called “gentlemen” of the city considered her just another one of many women and she found them in turn rather boring.

She had considered herself rather worldly and interesting amongst the shallow minds of those that she had consorted with, but it wasn’t until she had met the Duchess, the one who had sent her to Sir Douglas for what some serious training that she had encountered anyone that she considered an equal for her intellect. Then to meet Sir Douglas and Onna! It was as if she had been wearing a lace veil all of these years and these two had torn it from her vision. She had never experienced anything like this and while she knew that they were in their own way quite ordinary, their was an intensity to the way that they lived their lives that she had never seen before.

In addition to this, she was becoming aware of what was happening to her. Having been a horse rider for many years, she had realised this morning that what was happening to her was very similar to the processes that she went through in teaching a new horse to take a difficult jump over a hedgerow. She was being trained and trained hard.

This was a very sobering thought, but one which strangely made her heart pound just that little bit faster while she considered it. It was one thing to be involved in a sexual encounter that took you that significant step further than you had ever been before, but to know that there was a mind, an intelligence focused on you with a plan, indeed even a schedule of steps to take you through with a particular goal in sight. Why, it was enough to make you feel slightly faint.

Chelsea knew that ever since she had that very first cock in her hand and experienced the power that woman can hold over a man, she had become something of a sexual predator. She had been with enough married men purely on the basis of a whim to know that many other women looked at her in the same way as if they had seen a lioness sunning itself at the base of Nelson’s column. She was not the only one in the uppermost circles of London’s social set with similar attitudes. Despite the external morality play that was always displayed for the masses, there was enough sucking and fucking going on to make even a sailor blush! People were people after all. While the façade had changed under Queen Victoria, it was the façade only and the men and women of London where as amoral and sexually dynamic as they had always been.

It was inevitable that she would realise that she was being trained in this way. Despite her gauche country girl exterior, she was no fool and the question here was, did she stay? Her experiences of the previous evening had been extreme, beyond anything that she had ever dreamed of, but it had also had been frightening as well.

Was her lust for excitement and sexual pleasure broad enough to encompass this situation? She knew that Sir Douglas was a man of his word and that if she wished, she could walk out of his house with impunity. If she did, it was also clear that a door which had been opened for her here would be closed, probably forever.

With further thought, Chelsea realised that after the experience of the evening before, locked in, strapped tight, open and wanting, was something that she just could not walk away from. She also realised that she while she had become quite jaded with the the ordinary men she had been meeting, it was clear that Sir Douglas had fanned the flames of lust within her. She had never felt so erotically aware, with the feel of the clothes across her body feeling like an exotic caress with every step that she took.

Chelsea also knew that she desired Sir Douglas in a way that was far beyond what she had previously experienced. When she had seen Onna wrapping her hands and mouth across his cock, she had gone weak at the knees. After last night, her lust had been fanned into a roaring flame. She knew that the deliberate refusal of cock, at a time when she so desperately wanted to be spread open and penetrated was the spur that was forcing her faster and faster into this experience.

She felt like a leaf caught up in a whirlpool but her rumbling stomach brought eyüp escort her back from her emotional deliberations. She thought that it would be good to have something to eat and maybe talk to someone about the way she was feeling. So she re-wrapped her kimono around her and tightened its belt and headed off to speak with Helene in the kitchen.

As she walked her way throughout the complex, she realised that in some respects that this home resembled its owner. Like Sir Douglas, the exterior resembled that of any other house in this upmarket part of London. Once you stepped inside, the first two layers of the house where very gentlemanly, reflecting the very best of contemporary design and with every feature of comfort.

Once you penetrated these initial layers of the house, which actually extended further into the properties both behind and to either side, the martial elements of Sir Douglas’s personality became apparent. The internal doors were not made of wood, but of steel, with steel shutters that opened outwards, allowing the defenders of the house to fire towards an invading force.

Once you had penetrated these areas, the internal courtyard and the kitchen were areas of sanctuary for everyone. It was the kitchen that Chelsea walked towards in order to have some breakfast, but after looking at the time on the grandfather clock at the end of the hall, it was more like lunch! She wasn’t aware of what time she had come home with Sir Douglas and Onna as she had either been asleep in an odd daze. She had picked up on the sense of urgency behind their departure from the event, but had no idea why or what it was all about. She clearly had gone to bed very late and woken at a correspondingly later time, so she felt a bit shy and embarrassed as she walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen was really lovely and warm and she was very, very hungry and Helene was there, looking rather the worse for wear and apparently quite tired herself. She was smiling through and it was clear that she had a wonderful time the night before.

Sitting down to a huge helping of English muffins and some Chinese tea, the food helped settle Chelsea’s rumbling stomach and helped settle the emotions churning throughout her breast.

She was sipping at her tea when Helene came and sat down with her at the kitchen table.

“How did you find last night mon cherie?” Helene asked. Helene was aware that this was a critical stage for Chelsea. There had been times when similar young women had left Sir Douglas’s house, shaken by their experience and she wanted to ensure that Chelsea was all right. Helene felt that Chelsea was something special and from the way that Sir Douglas and Onna were treating her, she knew that they shared these thoughts.

Chelsea spent the next half an hour talking to Helene about her experience and the impact of the whole event. The feeling of delicious helplessness, the awareness of everyone looking at her and the amazing rush of it all. It was an incredible feeling of powerlessness and yet she felt so strengthened by it. It was as if she was finally aware of an element of her own self that she had not been aware of before.

Chelsea also spoke about her desire to participate as well as being the object of attention. The man across from her who was being beaten had fired her imagination in a very special way and she knew that she wanted to have had her turn at the whip.

In the middle of all of this discussion, Chelsea shocked herself by bursting into tears. It wasn’t from any sorrow or fear, but the strength of her experiences had finally overwhelmed her.

Helene responded by giving her a big hug and cradling her while her tears flowed down over her cheeks. “It will be all right my darling, it took me the same way after my first soiree” she said. This happens to everyone and you must remember that you cannot climb a mountain of pleasure like this without having a corresponding valley the following day.

“Wait here for a moment my darling” and with that Helene went and made her a special herbal tea. It had valerian root and other items in it and it smelled quite medicinal as Helene steeped it in hot water in front of Chelsea. “This will make things much easier for you this morning” she said. “I’ve had some myself as I am a little bit sore and tired myself”.

“What did you get up to last night Helene?” asked Chelsea as she sipped at the somewhat tart herbal tea.

“Well last night Jonathan and I enjoyed each other” Chelsea said with a smile. I had never been with an American man before and he was quite the savage!” she said. Unlacing her top, Helene showed her some bite marks on her breasts that Jonathan had left the previous evening and then laughed at the look on Chelsea’s face. “Do not worry my darling, he has some of my teeth marks on his sensitive places as well and he will definitely be noticing them this morning!”

This made Chelsea laugh and Helene’s company, the food and the herbal tea helped ease away her worries. Chelsea knew in her heart of hearts that this was the right thing for her and that whatever happen she would never regret this choice to stay.

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