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This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you’re just looking for a quick wank, this probably isn’t your story.

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Fuck, I was bored. I had attended one of the most prestigious journalism schools on Earth, nurturing big dreams of covering stories that mattered, making a difference in our solar system and beyond. Instead, there I was, sitting at a table surrounded by other people famous for their pretty faces, in a room filled with more of the same. To my right was tonight’s guest of honor. Her eyelashes sparkled in the light and I realized she had impossibly thin diamond chips embedded in the fine hairs. I thought of Rusty and the scars his body bore from being hired on to protect cargo ships heavy with similar products, luxury goods purpose made to flatter the vanity of the galaxy’s richest few. I’d been doing a lot of that this time, comparing the life he, his friend Buchanan, and many others on my crew had led, with the way these people had been pampered from birth.

People are people and I had to admit I’d met many good ones in the cycles I’d been doing this work. However, no matter how nice they were or what types of philanthropy they performed, the fact that their entire lifestyle had been bought with the bodies of people like my engineer could not be erased. The young woman sitting next to me either didn’t know or didn’t care, and that made me hate her a little. That I had so recently worn similar blinders made me hate myself more than a little. The lights dimmed, signaling to those still mingling that it was time to take their seats. Perversely, the noise level in the ballroom increased as everyone had to get in that last comment before the show started.

The fine linen tablecloth brushed my hand as I shifted in my seat. It was pristine, the snowy white unmarked by food or wine. While I was sure the station boasted the best laundry facilities – after all, it claimed to be unparalleled in every aspect – it was more likely that the napkins and tablecloths were seeing their first use tonight. I wondered how many people had spent the last day or two pressing and draping and folding to make everything perfect for tonight in ways that would go unnoticed. Considering the attitude I had seen some of these people display at other events, having their work ignored was the best case scenario for event help. If someone from the upper decks paid attention, it meant something had gone wrong and there would be hell to pay.

Shuffling overtook conversation when the lights dimmed yet again, and the audience finally took their seats. Thankfully, my patron had been happy to be the center of attention at my table, so my reticence was less obvious than it otherwise might have been. The host made his way to the front of the room and was greeted with polite applause. Pasting a smile to my face, I joined in, knowing the spotlight would soon be focused my way.

Last time we talked, Li told me the crew was planning to watch together; I could picture them all lounging in the galley, talking and laughing. The scene conjured by my imagination was a strong contrast to the measured smiles and carefully calibrated chuckles here on the station. Even had they wanted to watch here, my crew would not have been welcome: Li was the only other person on the ship with the required pedigree to pass beyond the docks on Shangri Las Vegas. It was only since I’d been running my own ship that the more subtle types of discrimination had become apparent, but I couldn’t fool myself into believing I hadn’t known something was amiss long before. This neon hellhole may have been the worst offender, but the other pleasure palaces weren’t much better. Unlike places such as the Ring station near Saturn or the Hermes cluster in the belt, these stations were basically giant status symbols devoted to the whims of the beautiful people. And by beautiful, they meant rich. Very rich.

The host, smiling with his million-credit teeth in a suit that likely cost more than my ship, called out my name and I stood, my expression a carefully calibrated blend of pride and humility as I waved, to all appearances happy to accept their accolades. Then it was my patron’s turn and I offered her a hand up, bowing to brush my lips over her knuckles as she giggled and blushed prettily. Finally, finally, we were allowed to sit and the program was set to begin. My stomach twisted, the small amount of dinner I’d taken in threatening to make an unwelcome second appearance. What was I doing here? I had won the genetic lottery; that and a family with the resources to make sure I had the best education Earth could offer gave me a ticket to places like these. Sure, it was an economy ticket that came with additional fees, but that was still more than most were allowed. There had to be more to life than stroking the egos of the pampered class.

An excited squeal beside me brought me back to my current reality. Some version of these doubts had been plaguing me with increasing frequency over akçay escort the last few cycles, but I could generally shake them off and do my part, socializing with the socialites and paying my dues in their bedrooms. This night, that seemed beyond me and I could not muster the will to pretend any longer. “Oh, look at us!” my patron cried, gripping my wrist tightly.

“I apologize,” I said, extricating my arm as gently as possible. “I must excuse myself.” I put a hand to my stomach and grimaced apologetically. She gave me a knowing look and a wink before turning her attention back to the wall screen, enamored with her larger-than-life image. Trying to minimize the disruption, I slipped quickly out of the room, working to put her expression out of my mind. Of course eating the most expensive food possible and then vomiting it up later was accepted practice on this station. Humans had spread beyond our home planet only to infect the rest of the system with our neuroses.

Thankfully, I had sent the few possessions that I’d brought with me back to the Marzi before heading to dinner, so there was no need to revisit my temporary quarters on the station. I turned my feet toward the docks, tossing the Aphroditis hypo I’d stashed in my pocket in anticipation of spending the night in the starlet’s bed into the first recycling port I passed. If any of the staff thought it odd that I was moving away from the ballroom hosting the viewing, they were too well trained to say anything. I hoped that none wanted to risk interrupting the show and thus my disappearance would go unnoticed for some time yet. Though it took some effort, I kept myself to a brisk walk to avoid raising more suspicion.

I spent more time than I would have liked working my way through the multiple retail levels that lay between the ballroom and the nearest access to the docking stations. Both to maintain the idea that the upper classes had no need to hurry anywhere and to encourage spending of credits, the path from one lift to the next meandered through shops tucked amongst flawlessly maintained gardens. It was no wonder two-thirds of the station was needed to house the staff; the landscaping alone must have taken a small army. I had considered the more direct route through the less public zones, but the disruption that would cause was not worth the reduction in travel time. And a plan had started forming as I worked my way through the station. It scared the hell out of me, so I used the time to consider all the angles, weigh the pros and cons, and try to talk myself out of doing something I would regret.

After finally letting myself onto the ship, I stopped briefly in my office before sliding down the ladder and emerging on the crew deck. Voices bubbled through an open door ahead as I stepped from my quarters. Smiling in anticipation, I followed the noise and stopped outside the doorway to the galley. Their backs to me, my crew was crowded together around the table. Dressed in a skimpy bikini, the woman I had spent the last two days flattering was taking us on a virtual tour of a water plant she had “founded” – in other words, she had thrown a lot of money at the scientists involved – that promised to revolutionize enviro systems throughout human-settled space. The claim was bold, but it became less exciting the fifth or sixth time you heard it. By now I was in the double digits. At least.

My arrival coincided with the tail end of a bawdy joke and the room filled with laughter. Shifting against the wall, I was considering announcing my presence before anyone said anything they might regret later when my eye was caught by a figure standing apart from the rest. Rusty. Of course. Despite how often I’d thought of him over the last couple of days, I still wasn’t sure how I felt about whatever it was we were doing. Two days spent in close company with those he had deemed “my people” had both increased my irritation that he thought the worst of me and given me a greater understanding of how he could believe that. I had no idea what I’d said that day to set him off, but I must have been doing something very wrong to give him the impression that I preferred the company of those I’d been dining with before I had fled back to the ship.

The engineer wasn’t watching the screen; instead he stared over the heads of his crewmates, eyes unfocused. I winced as I appeared onscreen next to the bikini-clad beauty, seeming to hang on her every word. Did he think my interest was genuine? I couldn’t imagine he didn’t know better, especially now, but perhaps he truly did believe me to be “slumming” with him, as he put it. Doubts twisted inside me and I thought to return to my quarters. I tried to convince myself I just wanted to let my crew have their night, that I wanted to slip away unnoticed to avoid interrupting them. That I wasn’t considering hiding from my engineer. Then it was too late.

Rusty’s attention shifted and suddenly those dark eyes burned into me so I could barely breathe. A wave of heat swept over me, akdeniz escort collecting in my groin. I managed to tilt my head slightly toward his door and step away from the galley before anyone else knew I was there. Waiting near the end of the passageway, my heart was in my throat, unsure if he would accept my suggestion. Moments later, the engineer was in front of me and how had I forgotten just how big he was? The door slid open and I stepped into his quarters, biting my lip when I heard him thumb the latch. I turned to find him standing just inside the door, watching me with narrowed eyes. His face told me nothing about how he was feeling. It was possible he expected an argument and wanted privacy. But he had locked the door. That fact gave me the courage to move.

Taking a step forward, I reached up and gripped the back of his neck. Our foreheads pressed together and the words flooded out of me without plan or thought: “I owe you an apology. I’m so sorry, and I know we need to talk, and I promise we will after, but right now I just need you inside me. Please.” My cheeks burned as I heard what I was saying, but the words were out and, embarrassing or not, they were the truth. There was a breathless instant in which I was sure he was going to throw me out; then his lips were on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, and I was all his.

Relief washed through me – I was back home where Rusty still wanted me – leaving giddiness in its wake. The jumpsuits we generally wore on board had their problems, but they were a hell of a lot easier to get out of than my formal wear, and my lack of focus did not help with the task at hand. We kissed and laughed and kissed more as our fingers fumbled with the knots in my tie and sash and the never-ending buttons on my coat and shirt. At least the pants were simple. When the last of my clothing hit the floor, Rusty swept me up and carried me to the bed. I was laughing so hard tears ran from my eyes by the time he dumped me on the bunk and stripped out of his own clothes.

Hilarity fled quickly when he climbed in with me and pulled me close. Everywhere he touched burned hot and cold together until I was entirely consumed. Pushing him over onto his back, I grabbed the lube from his cubby and set about preparing myself. Rusty watched avidly, his eyes fixed to where my fingers entered my body. At any other time, I might have slowed down, focused on putting on a show since my audience was so keen, but that night my need was too deep, the hunger too demanding. I slicked his cock and knelt above him, positioning his head at my entrance. We groaned in tandem as I sank down onto him.

Rusty lay beneath me, his hands resting on my thighs, and let me take my pleasure. As I moved, I could feel the tension rise in him, the desire to take control of the rhythm, but he remained still and allowed me to ride him to my satisfaction. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, rocking my hips as I kept his length buried inside. “Oh yes. Oh, that’s good.” My own erection had deflated as my body stretched to accommodate him, but the pleasure radiating from our joining, the feeling of fullness, completeness, was almost more than I could take at that moment anyway. “Rusty. Rusty,” I sighed his name, my head dropped back. I grabbed blindly at his hands and he twined his fingers through mine, holding tightly, keeping me stable as I raised and lowered my body.

I shifted my knees, changing the angle of my hips and allowing him to press against my prostate as I rode him slowly. My limbs trembled, breath catching with each shock of pleasure. It was good, so good. Somehow better than I remembered. I needed to catch my breath, to regain some sense of myself. Settling down onto his body, I straightened and opened my eyes. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow, but his eyes were clear as they gazed into mine. “Next time I go to one of those dinners, we have to do this first,” I said conversationally. “Knowing I’m holding your load up my ass would make that whole scene so much more interesting.” He laughed so hard he almost made me lose my seat.

~*~

Never would I have guessed this night would end with Matt saying those words as he sat on me, my dick buried to the hilt in his ass. I hadn’t been sure we would see him at all before our departure time the following morning. Even if he was on the Marzi, I wouldn’t have bet on me personally laying eyes on him. Catching him standing outside the galley had been a shock. Everything that had happened after felt like a dream and I was afraid to say anything in case I woke up.

Then he went and talked about fucking before dinner next time and the bubble popped. On top of convincing me all of this was really happening, the specifics of what he said did some funny stuff inside me. The “next time” part loosened something in my chest and twisted something else in my guts. The rest of it stoked the fire in my groin; believe me, that was already burning pretty hot from watching him finger himself, not to mention the way akhisar escort he moved on top of me. His dick may have gone soft, but there was no doubt in my mind that the man was having a damn good time.

When my laughter finally tapered off, the captain gave me a grin that I felt to my toes. Our hands were still joined and he pushed them up over my head as he leaned forward. He breathed my name again, so softly I barely heard him. Bending my knees, I planted my feet and lifted my hips to stay deep inside him. He moaned as our lips met in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant. Matt’s lips trailed along my jaw as he moved to lay his face next to mine. “Fuck me, Rusty,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear.

My dick jumped inside its delicious prison. “I won’t last,” I gasped in a strangled voice.

“Then don’t.” His teeth closed on my earlobe. Oh. Fuck. My hips pistoned as I drove into him from below. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm gathering like a bead of molten lead just behind my balls. The heat increased as it spread through my groin, the little grunts I was forcing out of Matt acting as bellows.

“Almost there,” I panted. “So close – ” Matt released my wrists and pushed himself away from my body, kneeling over my desperately thrusting pelvis. His dick was hard again and, as he began stroking it, I hit the tipping point, crying out and emptying myself into him.

“Fuck, yes. Fill me up,” he moaned, his hand a blur. The liquid heat of his orgasm splattered my chest and stomach, the muscles of his ass milking a few last drops out of me.

Coming back to myself, I slid my hands down a bit from where he’d left them, tucking them under my head and looking up at him as I worked to catch my breath. Christ, he was beautiful. His skin was too dark to really look flushed; rather, he glowed. Sweat slicked his body and his eyes were closed, mouth open as he panted for air. The hair that had been so carefully styled on camera was mussed, no sign remaining of the put-together, upper deck socialite who had appeared in the corridor outside the galley. Matt looked like a man who had been thoroughly fucked.

“That,” he said, not yet opening his eyes, “was exactly what I needed.”

“Happy to serve.” He cracked one eye and peered down at me. I gave him a grin.

“Oh, damn, I made quite a mess out of you.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “Let the bots handle it.” Left to their own devices, the nanites could break down most of what he’d shot all over my skin before it dried. I could shower off whatever was left in the morning. Mainly, I didn’t want him to move from where he was, though I could feel my dick deflating and knew it was only a matter of time before something forced the issue. Matt tilted his head thoughtfully before climbing off of me, wincing a bit as we separated. Lowering his head to my belly, he ran his tongue up along my breastbone. When he kissed me, I moaned softly and sucked his tongue into my mouth, savoring his flavor. Thanks to the dentites that constantly scrubbed our teeth and gums, there was a noticeable minty undertone, but I wasn’t complaining.

We parted and he ran his hands back through his hair, grimacing as they encountered the remains of whatever product had been holding it in place. Rather than cuddling up against me like he would have before our arrival at this shitass station, he stayed on his knees, putting some distance between us. An odd expression crossed his face and he kept his eyes down, avoiding looking at me while he plucked at a loose thread on the sheet, tension radiating from his body.

Watching him, I wondered what was going through his head. Now that lust had been satisfied, was the captain regretting finding himself back in my bed? Maybe he was wishing he’d stayed on the station after all. But he’d come to me, told me he wanted me, and fuck if I didn’t want to believe him. And if he wasn’t saying nothing, well, I wasn’t either. It took two of us to keep this awkward silence going, after all. So, keeping my voice light, I broke it.

“On a scale from one to ten, just how annoying is that chick in person, anyway?”

Matt’s head jerked up, eyes wide. I kept my face relaxed, allowing just a bit of a smile to show I was joking. Something like relief swept over his features and the corner of his mouth turned up as the tension drained from his shoulders. “Not as much as you’d think, really. I mean, she’s impossibly perky, but really it’s her handlers that make me want to commit murder.”

“Oh yeah?” I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on an elbow. “How’s that?” Taking the opening, Matt recounted the multiple times over the last few days that people had made ridiculous – and often conflicting – demands of him.

“She needs to come off as knowledgeable, but not wise. Wise makes people think old. We don’t want her looking old, but not too young, either. Then people won’t take her seriously.” He rolled his eyes and gestured expansively as he talked. I imagined he was exaggerating things for my benefit, but it was still entertaining as hell. Much better than the official version we’d been watching in the galley. The weirdness between us faded away and things started to feel normal again. And by that, I mean this new normal where my captain was naked in my bed.

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last sentence of chapter 10…and try to keep from laughing..

Late the next afternoon the phone rings.

“Hello.” It’s Fred.

“Hey Mack.How’s it hanging. Bet you laughed your ass off yesterday watching me walk home.”

” It was difficult not to at least chuckle”, I said.

“Well I spent the rest of the day and part of the night sitting in front of the computer. I did do some walking around. The only unusual event was during the night when I had to go whiz. Walking to the bathroom I realized the butt plug wasn’t in place. When I went back to the bed it was laying on the sheet. It looked kinda grody. After doing the internet searches I now realize how important the the enema’s will become prior to any anal sex. I think I’ll go to the drug store and get an enema kit and an enema bulb syringe. I could use the bulb syringe prior to butt plug use and the enema kit prior to sex. I’m beginning to wonder, with all these things in my ass, if I’ll ever desire your cock?”

“Well that’s your decision. Maybe just to start I could use a finger or two and see how you like that situation?”

“Sounds like it might be an option. I do think you should be the one to use and control the anal vibrator. I’m gonna akşehir escort go to the drug store now and I’ll be over when I get back.”

After hanging up the phone, I push back the recliner and closed my eyes. Softly with both hands I begin to stroke my nipples. Eventually with just one hand and the other hand lightly stroking my cock. Trying to imagine my hard lubed stiffie slowly entering Fred’s tight virgin ass. At first just the tip, an inch or so. Then ever so slowly inch by inch until complete insertion. Imagining him doing kegels and it feeling like a hand or pussy intermittently gripping my cock. My nipples are hard. I have to stop stroking my cock or I’ll shoot my load. I milk it twice and pre-cum emerges. Ah, what the hell. I spit in my hand and rub the head of my cock and the pre-cum. Once, twice and the third time, I explode. I grab the shaft gripping and releasing several times. Imaging it’s Fred’s ass cunt doing kegels to my cock. Oh, this is going to be sooo good. It’s shower time.

About an hour later the doorbell chimes. It’s Fred and he’s got another bag. I let him in and go grab a couple of beers. He’s dressed only in shorts and I finally notice he has the nipple cups akyazı escort on his tits.

“These have to come off, Fred says. Only supposed to wear them for about fifteen minutes at a time.”

“Do they hurt,” I said.

” At first, he said. I’ve had them on and off about four times. The nipples feel great after you remove them and then lightly massage the nipples. I’ve been imagining doing that to your nipples while my cock is in your ass crack. My nipples and cock were never so hard and I almost shot my load. Have you tried the nipple cups?”

“I have and I know what you mean about how your nipples feel after being removed. But,it seems to me that you are starting to obsess about my ass. What’s in this bag?”

“Well I guess I’m starting to obsess about both our asses. I’m really getting use to the butt plug. I’ve even used the enema kit and the bulb syringe. So I’m really clean. I was thinking about your suggestion of a finger or two.The bag holds some Nair, Venus razors and moisturizing lotion. I was thinking it might be a nice addition if we were smooth.”

“How smooth?” I said.

“I guess that’s up to each of us. I’m sure I want tits,cock,balls and ass. I believe alaşehir escort it would be more sensual for us both. I might feel more like a smooth, soft silky female. Except for the cock and balls. Maybe you could pretend I’m a pre-op transsexual?”

“Oh, wow!! That’s something I’ve always dreamed about. It would be nice, especially if your tits got a little bit bigger. Something to hold onto while I slowly slide my cock into your ass pussy.”

“Shall we hit the shower together or do you want to do it separately? We can take turns doing each other and/or doing ourselves.”

“Lets go, before one of us changes their minds. I need a shower anyways.”

We finish the beers, head to the bathroom, strip and get in the shower. With my nipples and breasts as smooth as possible, Fred is standing behind me lightly stroking and pinching. He cuddles in close and I feel his little stiffie in my ass crack. He starts moving up and down my crack and moaning.

“Oh, it feels so good”, he says.

“Ya, but it better not go in,” I said.

Fred sigh’s, turns me around and hugs me close. Another five minutes and we’re both as smooth as we want to be especially, Fred. All over except for his arm pits. After toweling off Fred says, “lets get to the bed.”

“This might take some doing on your part as just before you got here I jacked-off. I was playing with my nipples,touching my cock and imagining your virgin ass.”

“Hopefully it won’t be virgin much longer.” Fred said.

to be continued…

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“And a ten-inch cock.”

“You’re shitting us now,” Oliver said.

“Yes, I’m shitting you,” Porter answered. “But, really, I would want him to have a nice cock on him.”

“Well, high on my list is that he has to be willing to take out the trash without being asked to,” Adrian interjected.

“And put the toilet seat down too?” someone asked. They all laughed.

“No, thank god,” Adrian answered when he’d finished laughing. “We’d have no problem with that.”

Blake pulled his attention away from the discussion. It was probably a mistake for him to come this evening. Adrian had been a friend, like forever. But Adrian was a bit limp wristed, and the guys he ran with—especially this crew tonight—were decidedly so as well.

He agreed to meet Adrian at the bar tonight for a drink. He hadn’t known that Adrian’s gaggle of goofballs would be here too. For nearly an hour they’d been discussing what they wanted in a man. The consensus was moving somewhere between Superman and Donna Reed. The little shit Jeffery seemed to want a combination of the two. Porter only talked about the size of the cock.

They would have laughed, but the closest they’d come to what Blake would have said was that ten-inch cock. It was possibly the first time he’d ever found ground for agreement with Porter.

“You’ve said you melt to big cocks, haven’t you. Blake?” That was said by Porter.

Blake snapped his head around to look at the guy with the orange hair and the ring in his eyebrow. Was he a mind reader? Had he just snatched what Blake was thinking out of the air?

“Yeah, at the party last week when you got a little blotto, Blake. Said you liked big cocks and surprise attacks and playing denial games.”

Another head snap around to the effeminate dark-headed one with the big, rouged lips. Oliver.

“You did say all of that a couple of Saturday nights ago at my party,” Adrian said, laying a hand on Blake’s forearm. “I know it’s been a while since you had it, baby, and how important it is to you to be taken care of regularly. Maybe you’re just a bit uptight about this crackdown on sexual behavior in the school system. If you weren’t so burnt out on the construction worker with the big cock, you wouldn’t be shying away from the service workers. You need to accept, I think, that that’s the sort of rough sex guy you like.”

Blake was opening his mouth to speak, not sure what to say yet, when Oliver saved him by switching the line of discussion, if not the topic.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, he’s got to be a professional: a doctor or lawyer or professor.”

“Agreed.” That from Adrian and Porter in unison.

“But a professional with a big cock,” Porter clarified.

Blake had to agree with that. He’d want the guy to be a professional, and steady and even predictable would be nice. No more adventures for Blake. But why didn’t they say teacher? They’d said professor, but what was wrong with high school teacher? That’s what Blake was, and he considered himself a professional. He’d be a good catch, wouldn’t he?

Not for any of these limp-wristed guys, of course. Blake wanted his man to take charge.

But that thought sent a shiver through him. He shouldn’t have come here at all. He should have agreed to meet Adrian somewhere else, not a gay bar. He needed to think more clearly on such things. He was a high school teacher. Being seen in a gay bar could be the end of his career. They were really pressing down on that now. And he’d been here with these screamers for an hour now. Anyone who came in would think he was one of this band. He was careful to cultivate an entirely different look and the way he was perceived, disappearing more into the mainstream. He turned in his chair, preparing to get up and say his apologies for needing to leave.

But as he turned, he saw him, the man that the group had been zeroing in on as the perfect man, at least from what could be seen on the surface.

He was probably in his early thirties, older than the group Blake was talking with. But they’d all agreed on that. They wanted a man older than them, but not really a daddy type, just older. And he was tallish, without being noticeably so, not too muscle-bound but obviously well muscled. He was wearing a close-fitting polo shirt of a light-weight material, and Blake could see every contour of his pecs and six-pack. Even the bumps of his nipples showed. Good biceps. No discernible tattoos. He looked adapazarı escort clean cut and professional. More than that, he looked confident, under control—and capable of controlling. Blake liked to be controlled. This guy looked like he could take care of both of them.

The pants fit closely without looking sluttish, and from the look of the creases as the man leaned back on his bar stool and looked out into the room, the ten-incher they all were talking about couldn’t be belied. He was achingly handsome. Auburn hair with golden highlights, a five o’clock shadow that looked groomed, sparking eyes. Blue or hazel. A great mouth and smile.

And right now he was looking at Blake, and Blake could attest to the nice smile, because that was what he was doing. At Blake. Was there a challenge in that look?

Blake did a double take. How long had he been staring at the guy without realizing that the guy was looking at him too?

The guy lifted his glass to Blake and smiled. Blake involuntarily smiled back, but he immediately dipped his head and averted his eyes. He’d lowered his head without thought, but he was thinking about it now. Would the hunk see that as a classic form of submission? And was it? And, more significant, was it what the man was looking for? Embarrassed and well aware that the man was still looking at him, Blake turned in his chair, burying his attention back in Adrian’s group.

They were discussing muscle tone now. How much was too much? All Blake could think was that the guy at the bar was just right.

“But I don’t think we settled on the job thing,” the usually silent and not almost “up with the discussion” Jeffrey said. “He needs to be a professional, right?”

“Yeah, we already settled that,” Porter said. “A doctor or lawyer. Something like that. And with a great cock.”

Right on, Blake thought. The last man he’d had in his life was a construction worker. A great bod, but unreliable as hell. And he usually drank his paycheck before he got home with it. But once he’d gotten home and pushed Blake down on the bed and pinned him to the mattress with that big cock of his, Blake didn’t care. Other than that, the guy was a deadbeat. They’d had to live on a teacher’s salary.

A teacher’s salary, Blake thought. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t stay in a gay bar this long. It was risky. He shot a look at the bar. The guy was leaning across the bar, talking with the bar man. Stretched out like that, he looked like a million dollars. And that crease showing in his pants. Yeah that could be a big one.

The guy appeared to be rustling up two beers. He must have seen someone he knew, Blake thought. Or he must be here with someone.

Blake had been here too long. He had a compelling need to leave. He said his quick good-byes and headed for the door. At the door, he turned around. The guy was turned away from the bar now, a beer in each hand, scanning the room. His gaze kept going back to Adrian’s table.

Could it be? Blake thought. Could he have been looking for me? But Blake had been in the bar too long. It would be best if he just didn’t get into this now. Still, Blake lingered at the door until the hunk’s eyes finally scanned around to him. The man gave Blake a level stare and Blake shuddered. Was there a possessiveness in that stare? A challenge, an offer, a command? If he had been sure it was a command . . .

Blake turned and left the bar. Perhaps the man would follow him. If he did, he did. And if he didn’t . . .

He didn’t. Blake went straight to his car, which was just across the street from the entrance into the bar. He leaned against the car’s fender in what he’d have to admit was a “pose” for a good twenty minutes. But the hunk didn’t leave the bar. No one did in that time. Deciding he just didn’t care, Blake got in his car, drove back to his apartment, took a long shower, and, plopping down on his bed—alone—masturbated to a DVD on his computer.

* * * *

Friday evening and Blake was working late at school. He just had too much to grade before Monday. The place was deserted. The game was at another school at the other end of the county, and everyone else obviously was headed out there.

Blake was concentrating on the grading. It had been an essay test, so he actually had to read them all and try to make sense out of them—which wasn’t always easy with high school juniors, most of whom seemed to be majoring in akçaabat escort hieroglyphics.

It was a while before he realized he was hearing noises in the building. He thought he was supposed to be the only one in the school at this time. He got up and went into the hall and stood still and listened. Just when he was about to decide he’d heard nothing, he heard it again. It sounded like whistling. A low whistle. He quietly went down to the end of the hall. When there, he looked around the corner and almost swallowed something internal when he saw that there was a man near the end of this other hall. He had a mop and bucket out and was mopping the floor.

Blake took one look and then turned and started back to his classroom. He stopped then, his mind having had time to process what he’d seen. It wasn’t just a man. It was a hunk. And he had been shirtless. He was dressed in the brown that custodians wear, but his shirt was tied around his waist rather than on his back. And he was a real hunk. Tanned like Blake wouldn’t have thought anyone was tanned.

He turned and went back to the corner and peeked around again. The guy was turned toward him. Great bod and auburn hair with gold streaks in it. Hazel eyes and he was smiling. And he was looking right at Blake.

Good god, Blake thought. The guy in the bar. The guy in the bar is a janitor, a custodian.

“Peekabo,” the guy said. And then he laughed. “You left the bar last night before I could come over. Your friends say you’re between boyfriends and that you love to fuck. Sorry, I’m not much for foreplay. As soon as I saw you in the bar I wanted to fuck you.”

The guy was unzipping himself and out flopped a long snake.

“Your friends said you liked big cock.”

Blake turned and fled back to his classroom.

“Your friends also said you liked to play hide and seek and find and fuck games,” the hunk called after him. Then he laughed.

Where could he go? What could he do? He was breathing hard. He involuntarily moved his hand down to his basket. He was getting hard. Those fucking friends of Adrian’s. He’d obviously said a lot of things about what he liked when he’d been drunk. Most of it was true, of course. But he didn’t think they’d parrot it to just anyone who asked them.

Where could he go? What could he do? He looked around the room wildly. His desk. He dropped behind the desk and went into the fetal position. God, the guy was hung. And he was a real hunk. There would have been a time. But Blake was a professional, a high school teacher now. And they were in the high school building, for god’s sake. The guy was just a custodian. That wasn’t what Blake wanted now. That wasn’t . . .

“Hi there. Your friends said you liked playing games of struggling before giving it up too.”

He was standing over Blake, still looking like a hunk. His dong still hanging low out of his fly.

Blake moaned.

The guy reached down with both arms and lifted Blake and set him down belly to desktop and toes on the floor. He covered Blake’s body close from behind and held him there immobile while Blake worked through hyperventilating. But his friends hadn’t lied, he had to admit it. This was all arousing to him. But, dammit, the man was just a custodian.

“We can have a good time here. I know you want it. I feel you hard for it.”

It was only then that Blake realized that the man had a hand between his thighs and was holding his cock through the material of his trousers. He then was holding Blake’s wrists to the top of the table, on top of the stacks of papers Blake had been grading, and he was kissing him on the neck and nibbling at his ear. Blake could feel the guy’s engorging cock between his thighs, pushing at his basket.

“Now this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to unbuckle you and drop your trousers and your briefs and . . .”

Blake moaned.

“And then I’ve got some lube and I’m going to do a little work to open you up. And then . . . I’ve got rubbers . . . I’m going to fuck you deep.”

“Please,” Blake burbled.

“After I’ve got you open, I’ll ask you if you want it or not. Then it will be your choice. But think about it. I heard you like it deep and you haven’t had any in a while. I can handle that for you.”

By the time the man had opened Blake up and slapped that big cock of his on Blake’s buttocks, Blake was ready for it. Adrian’s friends hadn’t lied. He did akçakale escort like big cocks and he hadn’t had it in so long. But he’d also told them he wanted a professional. They all did. They were all tired of giving out to service and construction guys and then having to take care of them.

“You’re tense. You’re clinching your buttocks. Relax your cheeks. Unclinch that hole. You haven’t said no. I’m going to fuck you.”

With a moan, Blake responded to the command in the man’s voice. He relaxed and let his body go limp.

Blake cried out and his torso came up off the desk as the cock entered him and sank and sank and sank. And then the guy started to pump him, and Blake flopped back down on top of the desk and moaned and groaned.

“You’re sweet,” the guy said as he stroked. “Do you like special positions? I do. There are positions that I can get in real deep with.”

Next thing Blake knew the guy had turned him to his back and was kneeling on the desktop between Blake’s legs, pulling Blake’s pelvis up to his, his arms under Blake’s waist. Blake’s weight was all on his shoulders and his arms were just open out wide as he looked up at the guy.

“Ah, yes, can get deep,” the guy murmured as he slowly stroked deep.

“Umm, umm,” was about all Blake could manage. He’d never been fucked this deep before. He was loving it. He wanted this again and again.

But the guy was only a custodian. Just another service guy to support.

The guy also was as strong as an ox, he lifted Blake’s body off the desktop, Blake locked his ankles at the small of the guy’s back and his fists behind the guy’s neck, and the hunk proved he could support Blake’s entire weight while he pulled Blake’s channel back and forth on his cock. Having demonstrated this, Blake was lowered back onto the desktop.

Blake’s weight was on his shoulders again, but his arms were stretched right down the line of his torso, scrabbling at the desk top. The guy had grabbed his ankles, lifted his legs, and curled him up on his back. Blake’s knees were touching his forehead. The man was stretched out on top of Blake, his head between Blake’s ankles and his hands on the desktop on either side of Blake’s head. His pelvis was plastered to Blake’s groin, penetrating him deeply, and he was rocking back and forth.

Blake had come in the second position. The guy finally came in this one.

He left Blake stretched out on top of the papers he was grading and panting heavily. The teacher had the presence of mind to hope that no cum had gotten on any of the papers.

When Blake dragged out of his classroom, he went looking for the custodian, but he was gone. He wasn’t anywhere in the building.

All weekend long Blake struggled with himself. That was the fucking of a lifetime. And Adrian’s friends had told the guy exactly right. That was how Blake liked to have it. All of it. All of it except for the guy being a custodian. Blake had had too many men of the custodian type.

Still, on Monday morning, Blake was roaming the now-chaotic halls of the school, looking for the custodian. The only one he found was a guy of wiry but thin build and probably in his late fifties.

“No, sir, tain’t no custodian here but me. Wish there was. There’s nuff work for more than one.”

Blake went to the office.

“That’s right, just the one custodian on the payroll here. Thirties, you say? No, there isn’t anyone even on the substitute custodian list that young.”

Blake moped all day. Maybe if he went back to the bar. But maybe the guy didn’t want to be found. Maybe he was one of those one-time guys. Blake had had quite enough of that. Blake had never had anyone that forceful and take charge, though. To have guessed that that was what Blake really liked . . . And to be that smart and only a custodian. Maybe Blake could help him get further ahead. If Blake had been able to find him, of course.

Only a custodian. Shit. Just my luck.

Blake was walking out of the school and toward the parking lot.

“Hi, there.”

He looked up. It was the hunk, the custodian hunk. And he was in a Corvette.

“I never introduced myself. My name is Jerry. And, oh, yes, your friends told me I probably should mention that I’m a lawyer.”

Blake was at a loss for words. Which wasn’t just a phrase. He wasn’t able to say anything.

“You want more of it? Want to come with me—for me? If so, climb in.”

Blake walked around the car, opened the car door, and climbed in. Jerry wasn’t wearing any pants. His hard cock almost reached up to the bottom of the window.

“I thought we’d go some place and you could sit on it. Your friends said you liked surprises.”

Maybe Adrian’s friends weren’t so bad after all, Blake thought.

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While this can stand on its own you’ll have a better understanding if you read the previous chapter. This is a work of fiction based on some true experiences but all similarity to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. All participants are over 18.

*****

Part 1 broke a young cowboy into kept submission. More taboos and barriers to be broken as Myles has further adventures with his charming male English lover

It was that way for a year. Once a month I’d head to the ranch but more often than not never see it that weekend. I’d spend it being buggered as he called it or sucking his cock and he’d photograph me a variety of ways. I had no decisions to make. Just go with whatever Julian wanted and be pampered like no other time in my life. The freedom of being kept for a weekend a month.

There were moment when I wondered how I had fallen into willing submission so easily yet maintained the alpha façade every moment except one weekend a month. It felt natural and I started to crave it. I swear my innards would moisten and my anus would tingle the week before I was going to go. Sometimes I couldn’t hold out and would lubricate my channel and masturbate with fingers pushed to the palm and thrusting while stroking my cock. I’d cum in my hand and lick off the results with relish before the guilt hit. I’d walk around lubricated and ready. The liquid between my cheeks reminding me of being filled and bred.

The phone I kept in the gym locker would get texts that I found whenever I went to the gym. And I hit the gym a lot and while I didn’t get too bulky, the definition became very pronounced. Lyssa loved it and I’d come home to new clothes that emphasized my physique. She thought it was hot when unbeknownst to her Julian paid for waxing that left me with the hair on my head and an untamed, rough vee above my cock. One that I never trimmed but let grow thick and wooly. Julian loved it as a show of masculinity then plundered it into submission for the pictures. What Lyssa didn’t notice the bleached, hairless anus that went with it and the heavy emphasis on glutes in my workout. My ass got firmer and rounder with pronounced indents on the sides.

And the month gap between meetings meant in the early days it drove Julian wild too because the change in my body was more pronounced. If I hadn’t been so willing some of it would have damn near rape and I learned to arrive clean and lubed generously.

Some weekends were simply lounging around his house and the hotel. We couldn’t hold out of course and my arrival always meant an immediate fucking. Usually on the most convenient surface with some little bit of privacy. There were a couple of times when a resort employee managed to interrupt us but they were mostly gay and just gave a knowing leer. Those weekends in would sometimes end up in the bar or on the dance floor and Julian enjoyed sitting back and watching guys hit on me because it flustered me so. While I was his willing, receptive partner I hadn’t reconciled that with being attractive to other men.

And they were shameless. Much more brazen than men with women. They’d grab my ass or package. Press their bulges against me an put my hand on their hardened cocks through pants. Whispering all the filthy things they’d do for me or to me. Julian egged them on by having me wear tight jeans and t-shirts and not letting me move away at the first attempt. He’d then possessively have me leave with him. His hand on my ass and there was no mistaking who was going to get fucked.

I’d usually be ass up, shoulders down getting a hard reaming not long after that. “That one would kill to be in my place up your arse right now. Looked like a big hammer he was sporting and he was about to drool.”

His hips would be bouncing on mine and my hopefully slippery chute expanded and contracted around him. “Perhaps you’d like to go with him? Get that big rammer up your back passage. You accommodate me quite easily now.”

“No” I moaned as he used the moment to pull all the way out and plunge back in. The removal always cause the ring to spasm close and then it widened with the reinsertion.

“I’m happy with just you and your fat cock. It always hurts a little the first time in a weekend but I like being yours. I don’t need a bigger one.” He used this time to thrust in a way to hit my prostate and the last words came as gasps. “Uh, keep fucking me just like that.” I reached up and grasped my own dangling cock that was leaking from the stimulation.

That little bit of self-stimulation set me off and I jerked with each spurt as he gave me no rest and resumed the long strokes before withdrawing. “You’re a wonder when coming on my cock Myles. Lie down on your tum on this pillow and I’ll resheath myself.” He tossed me a hard pillow and I lay face down across it so my butt was up and presented.

I felt him crawl up and almost straddle my backside. He naturally notched in and a rock forward had him hilted with his belly against my butt. I could feel his breath uydukent escort against my neck and ear as he sawed in and out. “You know one day I’m going to let one of those blokes roger you. Maybe more than one. But in the end I’ll be back up you and let my spend replace theirs.” He ground against me and stirred my guts before pulling back and slamming forward.

Now one thing had changed since I became his monthly slut. In the past when I came, I was done for a while and even had a bit of guilt. I was past that. Regardless of when or if I had come I serviced him. It didn’t matter anymore. I just wanted to please and I felt pleasure when he came in me or on me regardless of whether I had orgasmed. This was no different and I clenched around him whenever penetrated.

We were both sweating profusely by now as well from the contact and activity. “So Myles, you haven’t answered me.” It was in between grunts as he sawed in and out. “If I let you fuck one of them will you do it?”

I used my stock answer. The truth is I didn’t want to make a decision. I wanted him to do that. And if he wanted me to give myself to another man I would but I wouldn’t seek it out. “I’m yours to do with what you want.”

“Well right at the moment I want to spend up your bottom but I can see the appeal of spreading your charms about. Ahh . . . take it my boy, take it.” I could feel him ejaculating in those long bursts that generated so much volume and then we rested with him still ensconced up my body.

If we didn’t stay in for the weekend, I found myself at his other interests. A vintage car race, my farm, the vineyards he owned. My hole always twitches now when I smell that sour, oakey smell of fermenting grapes because of one memorable drunken session.

Sitting outside with a particularly good bottle of wine and charcuterie plate that progressed into another bottle that I must have had most of. I could feel myself get hot and Julian detected the mood and led me in with the barrels. The big oak table was just the right height and bare from the waist down I spread myself back with knees getting as close to my ears as possible.

I was in such lust with him by now that I either lubed myself in preparation or carried the necessities with me so I could prepare in moments. I wanted to be prepared whenever the opportunity arose. This was no different and I rubbed a thick layer on him and then smeared a huge blob around and in my ring.

He had simply loosened his belt and pulled up his shirt tails to take advantage and I hissed as he slide home. “Ahh … fuck me Julian. Fuck your slut and breed my hole.”

He took me. The table thumped and rattled as the sound of flesh and lubed skin echoed around the concrete floor and hard surface. Add to that our grunts as he pushed my legs back exposing my crotch fully to his thrusts. I stared up at the wood ceiling watching it jerk as he filled and removed. I was just waiting for the finish. It was about getting him off. Fermenting grapes and fucked ass.

Then there was family farm that Julian loved. The crush had been around as long I could remember. Old and a little rusty it sat in corner from Dad’s brief foray into goats and sheep. We had a big one for the cows but goats and sheep can be surprisingly ornery and strong and when you have to work with a herd so it’s nice to have.

Julian was fascinated by the mechanism first but his ears perked up and his eyes had a gleam as I explained how it was used. “Why don’t you show me how it works.”

I levered it open and the bars spread to admit the head and body of the sheep or goat and then closed it to show him how the animal was trapped so you could give it ear tags, shots or do any sensitive vet work.

“I see. And that’s just a bigger one outside at the end of the fencing for the cattle?”

“Yea, with the cows in the corral you can route them through pretty easy but you need more room. We didn’t bother with the smaller critters unless you had to do a lot. Didn’t do the goats or sheep long anyway ’cause the cats and coyotes thought we were raising them for their eating. Dad just hated to get rid of stuff sometimes.”

He didn’t say much more about it but wanted to go back to the farm the next month and I could tell he was focused on the crush because all his gear including lights were setup near it.

“Do me a favor Myles and show me how you’d fit.” I could see the devilish look in his eyes and knew what he was going to do. It didn’t matter to me really. Julian had his own sorts of kinks and what would he do that I hadn’t already done willingly.

I knelt and shimmied in the press, putting my head through the opening and it was no surprise when Julian reached up and worked the bar down to trap me there.

“You knew what I was going to do didn’t you. You slutty little bugger. I’ll be right back with what I need.”

I rested their knowing it would be a kinky shoot but I’d get well fucked in the end. “So can you zeytinburnu escort make a face like a sheep? I’d be afraid to leave a Scot in here with you” he said with a laugh.

“Baaa…” He smiled big at that one. “You look properly done up for quite a time there Myles. I could get use to life on the farm with a slutty young cowboy. ”

He snapped pictures as he talked and then moved behind me. The Levis unbuttoned easily and slid down leaving my flimsy white briefs exposed and then after a minute or two they were slid down my thighs as well.

“I appreciate your indulgence of my more peculiar captures Myles. Not only do you let me enjoy your body, you never object to these laborious setups that I put you into.”

“When I pull off the highway I put myself into your hands until Sunday night when I leave. I’m yours to do with as you please and I trust you to not do anything permanent. It’s total freedom for two days a month. I haven’t been hurt and there’s been lots of pleasure. And I bear no responsibility. You can dress me up like tinkerbelle and I’d do it. It’s just props and a role.”

He knelt down and gave me a kiss. “I shan’t dress you as tinkerbelle but I do have a few ideas you’re letting me explore and I love you for it.” He got back up and I could hear him move behind me but I couldn’t turn my head far enough to see.

“This is just a dollop of water soluble grease for effect” and right then I felt the contact at the juncture between my cheeks. All the working out had made the muscles tighter along with lower body fat and the side effect was that when I knelt or bent over, more of me was exposed. Depending on the position it ranged from inner cheek to showing bare skin from dangling ball sack all the way up my crease.

Click, click, click … the sound of the camera shutters came from several directions and I realized there were several on tripods as well as the one in Julian’s hand. I later saw that the grease looked remarkably like vaseline and artfully placed to bridge the valley above my puckered slit. Hints of which shown through to leave no doubt as to what I was being prepared for. It was then spread around, lubricating the target in a circle of gleaming flesh.

“Since you’re my little lamb today I thought your appendages should be appropriate too.” Julian held the slim black plug so I could see it and the white wool of a stubby tail protruded and covered the flange. It didn’t hang like the horse tail but instead seemed to retain its smaller shape. The intrusion was not unexpected then and I could feel it being manipulated.

Click, click, click … the pictures would show the fluffy wool appendage extending to cover my taint but not covering the dangling sack. More manipulation and it extended upward in a waving white flag above my curved ass in surrender. The white wool covering the flange made it look like it extended directly from my anus with no hint of the plug that supported it.

Julian used the opportunity to push his cock into my mouth as he stood at my head and photographed the valley with it’s protruding visitor. And the sound of shutters going off remotely made me know my barnyard actions were being captured.

He paused and used my mouth then. Sucking without hands and enjoying the heat of his flesh. “Your tail plug this time isn’t very large and I’d like to bugger you with it in. A bit bigger than you’ve had before but you aren’t the quaking virgin anymore are you? You’re just my little lamb. Speak up if you object.”

And I said nothing but licked his cock so rigid before me. “Right. Just like I thought.” He moved away from my sucking mouth and I felt him put the plug out partially and the lower pressure of the bell head next to it. The year of practice and having been fucked recently allowed relaxation of the muscle and he gained insertion with a pop I hadn’t felt in a while and a strain of accepting the combined girth. But he went in nonetheless.

“Champion Myles. A master of of sodomy you are. Bear with me while before I bugger you properly.” I felt him go in until our flesh pressed and then slid out where he paused. Click, click. Standing at an angle the camera captured the tail erect above his cock protruding from my rear. A buggered sheep boy as he called it later.

There were a few more shots and then he pulled the tail from me. It was easy when it was replaced by just him and hands grasped each hip and slammed home. I gave a little shimmy at that. The free play of him inside me felt good. The stretch although initially uncomfortable made it easier now and he took advantage.

“Ah Myles, you truly have a velvet glove. And I have to say your immobilization makes for a stimulating scene. I could see you easily taking on two like this. Me up your arse and some lucky bloke with his cock at your tonsils. Or seeing how you just took me and the tail up your bum I could see some fat-shafted bastards plumbing your arsehole while I feed you the stuff. şişli escort “

I didn’t answer because although by any stretch of the imagination I had crossed a major line, it was only with Julian. Then I thought about it and answered ” I’m in your hands.”

That inflamed him and the hip thrusts came hard. “So you’d take me an other blokes eh?” He gave a particularly hard thrust then I felt him rise up over my hips to grasp the tops of my shoulders. His cock came down from above and I lowered my head to accommodate him better. Smack, smack, smack, the flesh pounding together bespoke his excitement.

The angle meant he continuously rubbed against my gland too and I could feel the tightening of my balls when he moaned and shouted “Fuck all” while pumping deep and shooting.

I was well trained by now and knew that photographing my ravaged body would come before I would clean up. My partially opened passage would not gape as much as form minor slack lips but dripped with the obvious violation. The spread of lubricant circled the opening and the amount he shot up me was not contained inside.

“The advantage of having you immobile and this configuration Myles is I can composite later. Some artful cropping and it will appear you’re spitted thoroughly. I am going to cleanse and then we will go and spatter that handsome face of yours with my seed for the camera.”

Julian was a sexual athlete really. Even as young as I was, it would take me a while to recover but he never had that issue that I could tell. I didn’t have to wait long for him to wash up and that hard cock was within my lips. I slurped and spit, making him drip with saliva. Enthusiasm. The critical blowjob element. I’d make the spit drip, the bell head push my cheek out for the camera. Extend my tongue to lick his wrinkled sack.

He had the rails of the crush in his grasp but soon moved them down to the back of my neck and head. The cameras must have been on automatic because I could hear them above my gasping and Julian’s heavy breathing.

“My you’re improving as a sucker of cocks Myles. I’m going to spend soon and I want you open your mouth and extend your tongue. Just a moment or two . . . now.”

The first splat was audible. A stream from his cock resting on the tip of my tongue hit my upper lip in volume. The second went straight in my mouth and he shifted then so the rest painted my face and tongue in massive streaks.

Julian left his cock there. Dripping on my tongue as the clicking cameras recorded and slipping down my glazed face too.

“That will spawn more than a few erections” he said rubbing my face with his cock and collecting drops that he had me suck off. I had developed a taste for semen too. A rare flavor and delicacy that I got to have just once a month. Warm and clinging. Pungent and salty. I lapped and savored with a lip licking smack as he fed me with his unique utensil.

‘My god you’re a sexy bitch Myles. I have half a mind to feed you more often just to see it. I could see you at a booth hole taking on all comers until your belly bloats.”

And composite it he did. It looked for all the world like I was being shafted at both ends. Bred and facialed the shot was neatly cropped so the fact if was one person doing the fucking wasn’t obvious. “You look like a right little tart in this” was Julian’s comment. “My little tart.”

And after these documented debaucheries he’d take me back to his home and before I left make love very unlike the raunchy fucking we’d done earlier. Missionary, spooning, the more intimate coupling with full body contact, a focus of getting me off, and the deep deposit of his sperm to take home.

And I liked it as a culmination to these very dirty weekends but I also like raunch, filth and freedom to be a slut. It was a cathartic load lifted that I looked forward to and threw myself into with no regrets.

Julian would send me secure links to the pictures he took of us too and gave me an Ipad at one point so I could see them without having to wait until the next visit. I found myself masturbating to seeing myself and remembering the moment. The look of first penetration. The filling sensation as he penetrated. The sloppy remnants from a dilated hole and splashed clinging drops from a facial. I swear I could taste it and the saliva would flow spontaneously. I also got a feel for what I looked like from behind the camera. I little more arch. That leg a little more spread. Cheeks a little more tensed.

The locations and scenes got more detailed too. Julian insisted on buying me full cowboy gear almost immediately with chaps , boots and hats to go with big belt buckles. They became props for the shoots.

The old barn got cleaned up too. New roof, lighting and clean along with the old pickup being restored to it’s original glory. I was fortunate that my sisters never went to the ranch since it was a three hour plane flight and a four hour drive. Likewise, my wife wasn’t interested most of the time and never went into the barn on the rare occasion she did show up. There was a bit of close call when she did go up and some of Julian’s people were doing some maintenance but I explained it away as part of a deal I had made. And it wasn’t lying except that I didn’t tell her I was willingly paying with sexual favors.

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Ch 6 A Veritable Free-For-All

It turns out, the departure of Jess from his life, does wonders for me. Now, we have so much more freedom, so much more time. Now that I’ve given in, I’m all in. We are fucking like animals every chance that we get. I’m fucking him and he’s fucking me. I wake every morning with a single, dominating thought:

When will I see him?

Everything else in my life fades into the background. It’s not that I neglect Liza, it’s just that she’s so busy with work, and she’s so independent, she doesn’t really need me. Definitely not the way he needs me. He needs me a lot. He needs me, the same way I need him.

It’s just that now, his body, truly is all I think about. I want it. I crave it. Even more than I did before. Now, when I’ve had him, or he’s had me, I’m completely and utterly spent. Now, on days when I’ve seen him, I sleep. A dead, dreamless sleep.

I have no way of knowing that in a short while, I’ll find it hard to believe these days ever existed. No, right now, a small, idiotic part of me, believes these glory days won’t ever end.

In this spirit, I head over to his house. It’s a Sunday morning, we were planning on going for a run, but when he opens the door, I see immediately that there’s been a big change in plan. He swings the door open, leaning one arm up against the door frame. His hair is unruly. Perfectly unkempt. He’s shirtless and he’s wearing grey sweatpants, which ride low on his hips, clearly exposing that V that runs all the way down…

I draw a sharp breath.

Bloody hell, that’s some ‘Hello’.

“Kip and Ben are out.” He says, by way of a greeting.

I raise a brow. “Is that a fact?” I say slowly, eyeing him up and down.

“Still want to go for that run?” He asks.

I’m already half-way in through the door, “Fuck, no.”

We get to his room. We’ve been here before, but not often. We’re usually at my place. It feels a little strange to be here, especially in broad daylight. Something about him feels a little strange, too. There’s a look on his face that I don’t know, one I’m not sure if I’ve seen before. He’s watching me. Not pouncing right away, like he normally would. He’s been teasing me for a few days. Using threatening words and inuendo. I know it’s his turn to make a move, so I wait for it.

Despite the tension, I wait.

I’m standing in the middle of his room, near the bed. He paces slowly around me. He’s eyeing me up and down, looking at me like I’m meat.

Wait for it, I tell myself, but it’s getting harder. I’m getting harder.

“Want to play?” He says at last.

“Fuck, yeah.” I say quickly.

He turns to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer, getting something out. I feel my eyes widen when I see what’s in his hand.

“I mean, do you want to play?” He says softly, tossing a couple of bundled lengths of rope on the bed.

My stomach contracts and my heart starts to pound. I don’t move a muscle as he takes out a black, leather flogger and tosses it on the bed along with the rope.

He looks at me intently. Waiting.

“Yes.” I say, looking him right in the eye, not thinking it through for a second.

Maybe’s it’s the fact that I know from Liza, he used to do this with Jess, and God knows, I’m fiercely competitive. I don’t want there to be anything he wants, that he doesn’t get from me. I want to be the best he’s ever had. Or, maybe it’s the fact that if you delve down deep enough, you’ll find this exact type of thing, hidden in my sordid, browser history. Probably though, it’s simply the fact that he’s the one offering, and when it comes to him, it’s already been well established…I want it.

“Take off your sweater.” He says, his voice soft, yet strangely compelling. I obey at once.

“Those too.” He says, motioning to my waist. I pull down my pants, as quickly as I can, kicking off my running shoes and stepping out of them, standing there in nothing but my boxers now.

“You done this before?” keçiören escort He asks. He knows the answer, but I shake my head anyway. No.

“Okay,” he says, chuckling a little, “I’ll go easy on you.”

His words instantly remind me of the first time he fucked me, that, “I’ll be gentle,” he said, that damned nearly undid me. These words do exactly the same thing. Thick, hot desire wakes and raises its head, deep inside me.

He runs the palms of his hands up my torso, up my sides, down my arms, warming me, setting me alight, as he starts to tie.

He winds the rope around me quickly and with considerable skill. I can’t lie, the fact that he knows what he’s doing, is proving to be a very big turn-on. He works the rope around the top of each of my thighs, across my back and my chest, forming a harness of sorts. I stand still, completely motionless, as he does it. Enjoying the tension, the slight sting, as he pulls the rope tight. Enjoying the sensation, of his hands on my skin, as he guides the rope into place. But mostly, I’m surprised to find, I enjoy the feeling of being completely, securely, contained.

Finally, he pulls my wrists back, behind my back, making me bend my elbows and grab my forearm in each hand, before securing me like this.

He shows me a strange pair of scissors, “If you don’t like it, you can tell me,” he murmurs, “I’ll have you out in a minute.”

I nod, but I already know, he won’t be using those scissors today.

Next, he shows me a blindfold, waiting until I nod, before pulling it on, over my eyes. This is no pretend blindfold. Once it’s on, the light’s gone completely. Darkness descends, and I find myself in pitch blackness.

My breathing has slowed, though my heart rate is steadily rising. He’s not moving, or touching me, but I can feel him to my right.

He grabs my arm suddenly and spins me a little, forcing me to take a few tentative steps in a circle, as I try to right myself.

He waits.

Then, he reaches for me again, spinning me harder this time, once, twice, I quickly loose count. Now, when I steady myself, I’m dizzy, I don’t know where the bed is and I’m not sure where he is either.

I don’t hear him moving, but he must, because I’m suddenly aware of the first strains of music, playing softly at first, but getting louder quickly. I don’t know this song. It has a heavy beat, a strong base. A long introduction, and then a woman’s voice. Haunting and mournful.

The sound goes right through me, my heart echoing the beat, as I wait.

I wait.

The tension is getting unbearable. I need him to touch me. I need him to ground me. I need to know where he is.

Fear grips my heart, as I hear the unmistakable swish of the flogger.

He’s close.

I blow a quick breath out of my mouth, as I try to steady myself.

Swish.

That one was closer.

Swish.

That one landed. Across my belly, not hard, but not soft either. Still, it makes me gasp.

Swish, swish.

Those landed, too. Across my chest, right side, then left. This time, it stings a little and my gasps sound a little bit strangled.

“Arhhhh.” I moan loudly.

Those are his hands, warm on my body. Scorching hot. Soothing the skin, he’s just set alight.

He spins me again. I’m confused and disoriented.

But I wait.

This time the leather lands on my back. One! Two! Quick across my back and my shoulders. I arch involuntarily, and as I do, he swings back and lands a blow on my ass. Right side and then left.

This time, it lands with a thud. This time, it’s hard. Pain rips through me and I cry out loudly.

He chuckles softly.

My body feels hot, I’m gasping for breath, and my heart is beating wildly, erratically. Like a bird of prey, trapped in a small cage. Feathers ruffled. Coming loose, coming apart.

Swish.

He swings the flogger near me, but doesn’t make contact. Still, I start, and turn to move away. He quickly flicks it across küçükçekmece escort my belly, softly again. My skin is so sensitive now, every nerve ending is pulsing. My legs are shaking, as I descend even deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Into black nothing.

My mind is completely still. Tranquil. Perhaps for the first time ever. It’s quiet. Silent. Not a single thought from Common Sense, or even The Dreamer. No internal struggle. No competing thoughts. No right and no wrong. No decisions, for me to make. Right now, it’s all on him.

Is this peace? I wonder dimly.

He runs his hand up my leg, up my inner thigh. He traces the outline of my dick, through my boxers. I try to not move. This is what I want. I want this and more.

I feel a soft warmth on my cock. Is that his mouth? It’s gone as quickly as it arrived. I feel the cold scrape of steel on my belly.

What’s that?

He runs his fingertips along my waistband, before pulling it gently away from my body.

I was wrong, he does use those scissors today. He snips quickly, roughly, cutting my underwear off me. Exposing me, as I quiver. I feel more naked than I’ve ever felt in my entire life, but I do my best to stand still. I don’t move at all. I want his hands and his attention, to stay right where they are.

As soon as he’s cut the garment off me, he grabs me by the rope across my back and bends me over roughly.

One, two, three, four.

Hard, cracking blows that land on my bare ass with a splat. I cry out, shouting, arching up to get away. As I do, he lands a blow across my chest. Softly now. Then one on my belly, softer, and then one even lower, softer still.

One more.

Even lower.

As the tassels of leather kiss my groin, my dick and my balls, I’m instantly, acutely aware, that right up to this moment, right up to this very precise second, nothing in life has ever truly had my total, undivided attention.

But he does.

He sure as hell does.

Every cell, every atom in my body, is electric. Charged. Focused on nothing but him. He’s all that there is this world. He is my world, as I stand there quaking, vibrating.

Waiting.

I can hear my breath rasping and my heart pounding in my ears, but I can’t hear him. I can’t feel him. The waiting, the tension is cataclysmic now.

I feel something near me and I physically jump. My whole-body tenses, as my feet leave the ground.

An awful, beautiful laugh comes from his belly. He reaches for me again. This time I still, gratefully accepting, whatever he’s offering. I’ll take pleasure or pain. I’ll take anything, simply because he’s the one giving it to me.

He wraps his hand around my dick and strokes me. I groan in relief, instantly starting to thrust into his hand. I climb rapidly to the peak, nearing orgasm with shocking speed. I’m nearly there, so close, I can feel my balls contracting. I throw my head back and wait for pleasure to hit, but just before it lands, it’s gone.

His hand is gone.

I’m reeling, still thrusting into the air.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I scream when it hits me.

He’s making me wait.

He flogs me some more. Now, I can hardly tell where the blows are landing. I can’t tell if they’re hard or they’re soft. I only know, I cry out when they land, and I moan like a madman, when he alternates and uses his hands, stroking me gently.

I’m shaking so much now, I’m staggering. Even though he holds me up by the rope on my chest, or by the hair on the back of my head, I can’t keep standing much longer. He seems to sense this, as he spins me around once more. I’m spinning. I don’t know left from right. I don’t even know up, from down. As soon as I still, he pushes me forward, sending me flying, lurching, falling, into the dark unknown.

I don’t call out, as I fall. I don’t feel afraid.

I know that he has me.

I land softly, my face planted on the bed. He unties my arms, massaging my kurtköy escort wrists gently where they were bound, before letting them fall forward, next to my face.

He goes to work on my ass. Using his tongue and then, his fingers. Two and then three. He’s never found me more open. I’ve never been more compliant, than this.

I’m groaning loudly and low. Out of control. So out of control, that when he fucks me, I arch and moan, “Thank you, oooh, God, thank you.”

I mean it, too. I’m not even embarrassed. Right now, there is no me, to be embarrassed. Right now, I’m not even sure, if there’s him. There’s only us, and this thing that we’re making.

He fucks me soundly and I don’t struggle at all. I hold still and let him take it. Too soon though, he slows.

I groan in protest. By now, I no longer know words.

“Take it,” he rasps, “if you want it, you’ve got to take it.”

I moan and my hips jerk, as I do what he says. I press myself back, until I’m full to the hilt, before driving my hips forward. Again, and again, I fuck myself on his cock. I’m wild. Totally wanton.

I regret nothing.

This is magic, whispers The Dreamer.

It’s madness! Cries Common Sense, breaking through at long last.

No, it’s magic, says The Dreamer again, firmer this time.

I’m inclined to agree, I think, through the fog. If this isn’t magic, then you tell me why, now, for the very first time, when I’m tied down, physically chained, literally bound, you tell me why, for the first time in my life…my soul’s flying free.

“I need to cuuuuuum!” wails My Dick, or maybe, that’s me.

He reaches around, stroking me hard, making me tense and convulse. I’m so close, I can hardly stand it.

But I wait.

I wait.

I wait, until I think the waiting will kill me.

Until at last, I hear his voice, harsh in my ear, yelling, “Shoot it!”

And I do. My God, I do. I see stars and planets collide, and then I see nothing. Nothing at all.

All I do now, is feel.

Him.

Me.

Euphoric and rapt.

*

Hours later, I’m home with Lisa. I’m making dinner and she’s catching up on some emails. I’m still a little spaced out. I’m finding it hard to stay in the present. My mind keeps drifting to what happened this morning, specifically, to a very distinct look he gave me right after, when he was untying the rope. My skin was wildly oversensitive and I was still trembling. His hands were warm and heavy on my body. Steadying me. Grounding me.

The look he gave me was strange and intense. I haven’t seen anything like that from him before.

Maybe it was concern, or maybe he was just checking in, I think, or perhaps, that’s just how you look at someone, when you’ve just taken every ounce of their power, and made them watch, as you held it lightly, in the palm of your hand…

“Ethan,” says Liza, startling me, “I think something’s burning.”

I snap out of it and quickly turn down the heat.

“You okay?” She asks, “You seem a million miles away.”

“Sorry,” I say quickly, “I’m feeling a little distracted.” For once, I speak the truth, though obviously, my words still contain a horrible lie of omission.

“Soooo,” she says, “I’ve been thinking about us. About our living arrangement.”

Uh oh.

“What about it?” I say, trying to keep my voice neutral.

“Well, my lease expires in five months, and I think we should talk about what we want to do when it’s up.”

“Sure.” I say, reaching up and loosening my collar ever so slightly.

“I think, maybe it’s time to think about moving in together.”

“Sounds good,” I say, sounding a little stiff, “but it’s still a long way away. Why don’t we table the conversation for now?”

She looks up at me quickly, studying my face. She doesn’t look very well pleased.

“Ethan,” she says a little more sharply than usual, using her work voice, “are we still aligned?”

“Yes,” I say quickly, reaching for her, pulling her into my arms, “of course we are, Li.”

Of course, we are.

That night, even after everything that happened at Oliver’s, earlier in the day, I don’t find myself sleeping particularly well.

*

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The cum all over my face mixes with the tear smeared eye makeup. It’s running down my cheeks. It’s in my hair, on my neck, I’m covered with cum.

The first man that came in my face came huge. He choked me too, deep throat fucked me and made me cry. I’ve been crying and tearing up ever since. That was three hours ago. He had very large spurts that soaked me, I was crying hard when he came right into my face.

The second man held my hair tight when he came in my face, so tight I screamed loudly, cried even harder. The men in the room ignored that, some laughed about it. I cry softly as my mouth is fucked for the probably the fifteenth time, repeatedly over and over. My moaning, whimpering and crying are muffled by the huge cock in my mouth. And the young man holding my head so as to keep his cock in deep in my throat stifle the choking sounds I make that fill the room. The man behind me is in deep too, as they all are when fucking me to cum. He was the third man to use my rear end and then cum all over my back and rear end. That was three hours ago. Cum drips down my legs, my sides, I’m soaked with it. My nylons are covered with their cum and soaking wet. One of my pretty stockings is down around my ankle and has large runs in it.

My pink dress and the ruffled lace panties I wore earlier are crumpled on the chair in the corner of the room. They watched as I stripped them off for them and then got onto the bed on my hands and knees as I was told to do. I still wear my pink heels. Other than the heels and stockings I am naked across the bed sideways, face forward, butt up and out at the edge of the mattress. The bed springs squeak loudly as I’m fucked hard, slammed into the man in front of me, which pushes his cock farther down my throat as I’m pumped rapidly from behind.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh…”

I utter deep guttural choking whimpers as I’m fucked hard from both ends. Finally, the man in my rear end cums. He’s been fucking me for a long time. He slaps my rear so hard I cry out, only to choke as the man in front of me holds my head in place by my hair and pumps my mouth. I feel another young man step behind me and push into me. This goes on for what seems like forever. One after the other the twelve to fifteen men in the room, I’ve lost count, use me. They take turns using my mouth and rear end. I’m being gang banged. I’m being used as my boyfriend promised them they could use me. There is much laughter and noise in the room. I hear myself called ‘whore’, ‘bitch’, ‘sissy’ repeatedly as they use me for their pleasure and amusement. I have been used like this before but never by this many men. My boyfriend has had me do things for several men at his club. But not like this.

The man in front of me cums in my mouth. I start to choke as he holds the sides of my face. Cum runs out of the sides of my mouth, out around his large erection. I feel my eyes fill with tears again. He slaps my face hard.

“Swallow it, bitch!”

Two men waiting their turn laugh loud.

“He’s almost like a fucking girl. Almost. Sissy whore.”

The man in front of me pulls his cock from my mouth. He looks down at me. He traces my lips, my lipstick smeared all over my face and chin, with his index finger.

“Next.”

He says that as another man steps up to the front of me. And as quickly as the other man pulled out of my mouth he pushes his cock in. He starts to fuck.

After four and a half hours it’s over. I’m a scene out of a bukkake movie. Thick strands of cum cover my face, back and rear end.

I’m a mess. All but two of them have left, laughing and joking loudly as they did. Many of them took cell phone pictures of me. I’m in just my shoes and stockings and still on my hands and knees on the bed. I’m covered in cum. It’s all over my back, face, hair, legs, all over my butt.

“You can get up now, bitch. We’re through with you. Get your ass cleaned up. Move you dirty fucking whore!”

He goes back to talking with the man across from him on the couch. They’ve been sitting and talking about me, about how much more fun it was than they thought it would be, sipping drinks, joking as men do. They talk about a ‘next time’. I cry softly. I feel utterly helpless, utterly submissive and used. It’s a state of mind that I hate when it’s actually happening but crave and masturbate maltepe escort thinking about almost constantly when I’m not in it. It’s like being whipped severely. I know that feeling too.

I hurry to my feet. I see the cum soaked mess that is the bed. I gather my things, my purse, and scamper to the bathroom off the side of the room, my heels clicking on the wood floor as I go. I look at myself in the mirror. A used and frightened little ‘girl’ looks back at me.

When I return to them twenty minutes later, come out of the bathroom after washing my face and rear end, my makeup and hair are perfect. I still have cum in my hair, have not washed it, but have wiped it out as best I could. My pink bow survived it all.

I’m in the pink dress I arrived in, cute little sissy candy jumper dress. I look almost like I did when I arrived except for large red marks on my rear end. Those are covered by my panties and dress. I feel my butt ache and throb, sting from being repeatedly spanked while being fucked. I could go to a bar or restaurant and look every bit normal, as if nothing that just happened had happened.

“You clean up nicely. Very nice, bitch. You can’t even tell that we gang fucked you. We should call everyone back and do it again.”

One of the men, the one that drove me to this house, smiles at me as he laughs loud.

“You’re as pretty as you were when we paid for you. And you are pretty for a sissy boy.”

They both laugh. I feel my face flush red.

“I think before I take you back to your pimp I want one more blow job.”

He drops the sweat pants he’s wearing to his knees, still sitting in the chair, his cock flops to his leg. He’s semi erect. He’s already fucked my mouth once and my rear end twice. Over the past four hours they all have.

“Yes, sir.”

I walk to him, kneel in front of his chair, my purse still on my shoulder. I take him into my mouth. My lipstick begins to smear again as I suck him. He doesn’t treat me roughly like he did the first time. He lets me suck him gently, just sits and watches as I masturbate him with my mouth. Ten minutes later I feel his hand go to the back of my head. I can feel him throb. He cums in my mouth, cums silently, doesn’t make a sound. His friend just sits and watches as I swallow it all.

“Good sissy boy.”

He pushes my head away. I move to the bathroom quickly, fix my lipstick for the second time.

“You want the bitch to suck you before I drive her home? Want to fuck that ass one more time?”

I hear him talk to his friend.

“I’m good. I’m going to pass out, one more beer and I’m gone. I’ve cum like three times. I’m wasted. I’m going to hit the rack. This was one of the coolest things we’ve ever done in this house. If my girlfriend found out she’d kill me. I can’t believe you talked us all into this.”

He laughed.

“I have to drive this bitch home. I’m the responsible one. Remember?”

The man who’s cum I can still taste in my mouth laughs.

I return to them, purse in my hand. I say nothing. I stand passively, look to the floor. Just over five hours ago I was standing in front of both of these men, my boyfriend seated on a chair across from them on the couch in my house.

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

“He’s just like a girl. Fuck, he’s pretty, super pretty. Just like you said. Are you sure he isn’t a she?”

A man leans forward on the couch, looks at me in amazement.

“Princess, you’ll do whatever I tell you to do, won’t you, girl.”

My boyfriend looks at me sternly. I feel a twinge of fear, feel anxious to not say the wrong thing.

“Yes, you know I will, Daddy. You know I’ll do anything for you. Do you want me to things for these men? You know I will.”

He stares at me. He knows I will. I’ve fucked many men he’s sent me to. I’ve fucked many men right in front of him.

“If I wanted you to, you’d lick my ass right now. I can piss in your face if I want too. Can’t I? If I want to I can whip and beat you, make you cry. Can’t I Princess.”

“Yes, yes…” My voice starts to quiver.

“Don’t you cry, bitch. Smear that makeup and I’ll be very disappointed. I want you pretty for my new friends.”

He looks to the man across from him, the man smiling up at me then back to me. My manavgat escort boyfriend speaks to them while looking sternly at me.

“He is the perfect whore. He’s sexier than a real girl, way tighter too. And he’ll do anything. He’s been well trained to be a good girl. You get a blow job from this one and you won’t go back to your college girlfriends. And he’s just about passable. Tell me that is not a fucking girl, a pretty girl.”

I’m wearing pink open toe pumps with 3″ spike heels. My pink toenails show through the front of my shoes, through my white nylon stockings. My hose are thigh high with little pink bows at the front and back at the lace tops of each stocking. My sheer see-through panties are pink with small delicate micro-ruffles across the rear. The dress I wear has a flair skirt that just barely covers the tops of my stockings, a very slight petticoat slip on the inside of the skirt pushes it out, shows off my legs, an ‘A’ shaped flair. The dress has a jumper front that pushes up under my non-existent breasts, flair sleeves puffy at the wrists make me a perfect little girl. I look like a teenager. My blond hair is pulled off to the side, a big curl up just under my right ear, big pink bow on the side just above my left ear. My makeup is perfect, pointy dark Cleopatra eyes with huge lashes make for a very alluring and sexy look. Pink gloss lipstick and liner complete me. I am the perfect piece of sissy ‘girl’ candy. The men seeing me for the first time like what they see. I can tell.

“Show them your pretty panties, Princess. Show them that little ass.”

I hurry to lift my skirt. I writhe, feminine, sexy, dainty, I do as my boyfriend asks me to do. I feel my face flush slightly as I expose myself to them. Turning, I mince on my heels as I present my rear end to the men in the room.

“You can’t even see that little boy like dick of his. He’s a girl, like I told you. You’re going to be more than happy and so are your frat brothers. This bitch is a very good girl, knows how to please. She knows better than to disappoint me. You’re going to have a very good time with her.”

He stands. He walks to me and pulls my panties down just below my cheeks. He slaps my butt hard.

“Is this not the perfect ass?”

He returns to the couch, sits. My butt exposed, I arch my back to show myself off, panties down just below my cheeks.

He snaps his fingers, points to the room I came from. I hurry to leave, panties still dangling. I can hear them talk as I leave.

“You cannot hurt him, cannot damage him. You can spank him, paddle, belt maybe, whatever. But you cannot damage him. He’ll do anything you tell him to so. Suck, fuck, French your ass, anything. Just have him back to me in one piece by 2am. If you keep him longer it’s $500 for each hour or fraction of. Clear?”

“We are clear.”

I hear them come toward me. My boyfriend laughs loud as he enters the room.

“His panties still down, see? I told you. This bitch does nothing without me telling him to. Princess, pull up your panties. You’re going with these boys. You’re going to a party. You be a good girl. You be a very fucking good girl.”

He ran his hand over my butt as I lowered my skirt.

“You know I will, Daddy.”

They took me to their car, led me by my arm as I wobbled on my heels trying to keep up with them.

I rode in the back seat all the way to their fraternity house. They said nothing to me, didn’t even look at me. When we arrived and they took me into the huge house I saw the only ones at the party were a bunch of men and me. I heard the catcalls and laughter as soon as I was taken into the house. I knew I was going to be the party. I counted twelve men and could hear others in other rooms.

I was led upstairs to a large bedroom as soon we arrived. I was told to take off my dress and panties and to get onto the bed. Five men in the room, watching. That is how it started.

At first they took turns coming and going from the room, one at a time. But as they drank more two or three at a time would have me. I lost count after being fucked fifteen times, more. The drunker they got the more open they were about fucking me, using my mouth and rear. One man spanked me hard, made me cry, told me that if I got off the bed he’d marmaris escort slap my face. I stayed on the bed. He left marks on me. I didn’t know if my boyfriend would mind or not. I said nothing, just cried as he held me by my balls and spanked me as I screamed in front the others. I was fucked non-stop for over four hours.

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

We walked out of the fraternity house to his car, several boys leering at me as I walked past them and to the door. One of them came up to me and ran his hand over my rear end. Smiled as I left the house.

“You know, I’m not that bad a guy. I’m actually a nice guy. You probably don’t think that after tonight.”

He talks to me as he drives me home. We are in his car driving out of his driveway. I say nothing. I sit and look out the window.

“Do you hate what we did to you?”

“No. I like what you did to me. If I didn’t I would not have done it.”

I look at him. He’s a scared college boy. He’s all alone right now, not with his fraternity brother ‘support group’.

“I do what I do for my man because I love being his and doing what he tells me to do. I love being owned and used by him. And I love being a whore. Everything you and your friends did to me tonight, I enjoyed. Does that make it less fun for you?”

He looked slightly embarrassed. I put my hand on his leg.

“I even liked the part where I got spanked and cried. It really hurt. It still does.”

I moved over and kissed his cheek, ran my hand up his inner thigh.

“Want me to suck your dick again, baby? I’ll do it while you drive? I will.”

I put my hand on his cock. He was hard.

“Not now. When we get to your house, maybe.”

I could tell he was slightly afraid of me. He’s away from the group now, not part of the gang. The peer group is gone. So was his bravado.

“I like you. I think you’re cute. When I went down on you back there in front of your friend I loved it. You made me wet. And I liked the way you fucked me. Don’t think I didn’t feel that, honey. You didn’t get lost with others. I remember you and that cock and how you worked it deep inside of me. I think you’re cute and I think you have a very nice cock. I want you.”

I moved away from him, took my hand off his leg after running my hand up over the bulge in his pants. I looked back out the window.

“I want to do things for you again. I hope you want that too. With or without your frat boy friends, I want you to fuck me. Just you.”

He laughed.

“They want you again. Count on it. We’ve never done anything like that before. What would you call it? A transgender gang bang?”

I laughed loud.

“I’m hardly transgender, honey. Gang bang, yes. I live for this dirty lifestyle, baby doll. You have no idea. ‘Sissy girl’ is what I am, what I do. Way beyond whore.”

We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we got to my house I turned on the seat and faced him.

“I like you. I want you to come inside? My boyfriend won’t be in touch with me until tomorrow.”

I leaned into him and put my hand on his cock.

“Your boyfriend won’t get mad? Charge me another $500?”

I kissed his cheek.

“I’m very wet right now, my little thing is staining my panties. I want you between my legs and on top of me, want my legs up around your back. I want to be naked underneath you, baby doll. And don’t freak out, I want to kiss you with you on top of me, want you to French kiss me deep. I want this to be the perfect end to a perfectly kinky evening. Come on. Take me inside. Do that for me. It’s the least a big strong man like you can do for little girl like me.”

He turned off his car, got out and came around and opened my door for me. We went into my house. In minutes he was in my bed. He actually made love to me, kissed me, felt me up all over and fucked me like I was a real girl. He was wonderful.

When he left I kissed him goodbye at the door, told him I would not tell anyone he was gay. That made him laugh.

After he left, me still dripping his cum, one more time, his cum running down my leg, I called my boyfriend.

“I made you very proud tonight, Daddy. My first gang bang at a frat house, super hot! And I know I pleased them all very much. And I made sure that the boy that set it up will do it again if you want that. He thinks he’s special. He just left my house. I took very good care of him for you, Daddy. I fucked him extra special. He may even be in love with me. We’ll see.”

He laughed hard on the other end of the phone. I knew I pleased him. It’s what he expects from me. And it’s what I live for.

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

Happy reading, friends…

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

But he was running from something, that he knew.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No!” Josh yelled loud and long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You know all the usual stuff, don’t read if it’s illegal or you don’t like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is a coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters and the world they live in. Edited by Kumani

This is a story of two friends who after being apart from each other, discover a love between them they never knew existed. Ryan thinks Coby is dead, while Coby is forbidden to ever come in contact with any of his family or friends ever again. However, Coby’s rise through the ranks of Vampire society and a glimmer of hope helps to keep him going.

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Chapter 4: Reunions

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Alice and John agreed. The alternative was not something either of them wanted. I didn’t want it either. I was glad they accepted, but fear was creeping back as they pondered what they had gotten themselves into.

“So we have to become Vampires too?” John asked.

“Oh no, but you will be a bit different. You will have to drink some of my blood. This will heighten your senses, make you stronger and it will even halt the aging process. As long as you keep some of my blood in your body you will live just as long as I can. Chris, my Sire, has a young man in his employ that has lived for almost two hundred years. He doesn’t look a day over eighteen!”

“You mean I get to keep this body, forever? No sagging boobs in my old age? Coby why didn’t you tell us this sooner,” Alice asked with a big grin on her face. All fear was now gone from both of them.

“Well I don’t think you would have believed me. Another plus is that you will have none of our weaknesses. Yes direct sunlight can kill me. This is one of the reasons I need help. You both will be my daytime protectors. Well I think that about covers it, so which of you wants to go first?”

After feeding them some of my blood, I took them back and allowed them to choose their rooms. Alice got the one closest to the bathroom, but John got the bigger of the five guest rooms. I invited them to stay the night. I would take them to their old home in the evening so they could make arrangements. Then they could return by the end of the week.

We were already naked and the sun was rising soon, so we headed to my room. I had a massive king size bed like Chris’s, but mine, like the rest of the house, was styled more modern. The bed sat low to the ground on a platform. It had the feel of an Asian pallet bed. I hit a button on a control box on the wall and a metal plate extended from the side wall of the large window, sealing out any possibility of light. After the night’s excitement, we all fell asleep easily.

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Things started to become routine. I continued working for the Archon and Chris, doing anything that needed to get done. I also continued to watch Ryan. He seemed to be doing better now. At least things were getting back to normal for him. However, I realized that Jamie wasn’t hanging out with the group anymore. I decided to check it out one night. The little minx, I found out she was working with a local sex toyshop, making porno films. Well, I guess she finally found a way to get all the sex she can handle.

Me and Brad were becoming very close friends. We even shared a meal one night. We had been cruising a few of our local bars. We tend to have slightly different tastes when it comes to men. I like the tall, toned guys, whereas Brad leans more towards the short stocky muscled type. We were at the bar, drinking bloody Mary’s, minus the Mary, when a beautiful boy walked into the room.

He was tall and muscular with curly black hair that was just long enough so a few curls dangled in front of his right eye. His eyes were a bright green, they reminded me of Ryan. He could not have been more than nineteen or twenty. His downcast look and shifting glances screamed that he was new to this. I started to wonder if that is the way I had looked just a few months ago…

Already he was drawing attention to himself. I nodded to Brad and we made our move.

“Hi, I’m Coby,” I said, as I walked up, handing the boy a shot of Captain Morgan’s finest to ease his mood a bit . “This is Brad and we couldn’t help but notice you seemed a bit like a lost puppy. Is this your first time in a gay club?”

“Am I that obvious?” He said softly, with a slight grin.

He was too cute. I even thought I heard a slight moan from Brad. “So what brings an innocent lamb like you, into a wolves den like this?” I had to ask myself if Brad had really just used such a corny line.

The boy’s reddening cheeks confirmed that Brad had in fact used a corny line. He downed the shot and replied, “Well, I’m kind of hoping to find a… a date.” His eyes were peeking up at us through his ebony curls. It was adorable.

“Well, me and Brad just so happen to have a hotel room close by. How would you like to join our private party?”

His fatih escort smile broadened, “I think I would like that.” He got this shocked look on his face for a moment, like he had forgotten something obvious. “Oh yea, my name is Matt.”

“Well, follow us, Matt. We are not far away.” And we left the club with the boy toy in tow. We chatted a bit on the way to the hotel. Matt was a senior at a local high school. He had actually just had his eighteenth birthday only a few weeks ago. He had also only recently come to the realization that he was gay.

“I have been trying to date girls like everyone else, but I just don’t get excited around them. The last girl I went out with even tried to give me a blowjob but I just wasn’t into it. I have been having these dreams recently about my best friend Marcus. He is on the swim team and has this amazing body. I go to all his meets just to see him in Speedos.” He was blushing again as he confessed.

“But I know he is straight. He has been seeing the same girl for over two years and they are always falling all over each other. It’s hopeless. But that is why I came out tonight… I don’t want to wait forever and I figured I might as well find someone in the already out crowd.”

We were walking into the hotel. We had actually rented a really nice place tonight, instead of the hole in the wall places we normally go to. Matt had gone silent as we entered the hotel. I could see strands of fear swirling in his aura. He was probably wondering if this was such a great idea.

“So Matt, is this your first time, with another guy?” Brad must have been sensing it too.

“Yea…” he was looking very nervous.

The elevator ‘dinged’ that we were on our floor. I tried to calm him down a bit. “Matt, look you lucked out tonight. Of all the guys in that club tonight, you found the two that aren’t going to take advantage of you.”

Brad’s face lit up with mock surprise. “We’re not! …I’m just kidding Matt. We will take it slow and if you want to stop, just speak up. But know this. Me and Coby can make this a very memorable night for you.”

We exited the elevator and headed for the room. Once inside, I turned around, leaned in and placed my lips on Matt’s mouth. He responded instantly. He kissed back opening his mouth and probing my tongue with his. Brad after locking the door, moved up behind Matt and began kissing his neck and running his hands around to his chest.

I felt Matt’s hands as he felt my back, eventually his hands roamed down to feel up my ass. This was his show. I let him go wherever he wanted. He began grinding his erection into mine. He had become very excited. His aura had shifted to the red of passion and lust. However shy he was, his need for this was winning him over.

I leaned back and broke the kiss as I grabbed the tail of his shirt and lifted it off of his body. He had a great body. He must have been on the football team. He had a tattoo on his shoulder of a football, with a score and a date from a month ago. I knelt down and began the process of taking off his pants. I took the opportunity to feel around his cock while unbuttoning his pants. He had quite the package to unwrap.

He was wearing these cute little red bikini briefs that were having a hard time containing his excitement. I relieved his cock from its prison and eagerly took it into my mouth. Matt moaned into Brad’s mouth. Matt had one hand reaching back to stroke Brad’s cock through his pants, while the other was combing through my hair. Brad was giving his chest and tongue a good workout.

After a few moments, I stood up and took Matt’s mouth from Brad. He really was a good kisser, for a virgin. Leaning back I asked the now naked Matt, while fondling his balls, “So how far would you like to go?”

“Everything. I… think I’m ready.” He whimpered quietly. He was just too cute.

I smiled. I was hoping he would say that. I led him over to the bed and had him lay down. I realized that Matt was the only one without clothes. “Brad, we are way too overdressed.” With that we quickly stripped.

This was the first time I had seen Brad aroused, while naked. I had seen him nude many times at the gym, in the sauna and shower, but never at full mast. His milky white, virtually hairless body was a real turn-on for me. Looking at Matt I knew Brad’s body aroused him as well as most of his focus was riveted on Brad as he slowly rubbed his manhood.

As Brad moved in, he took over for Matt’s hand and leaned in for another few moments of a kiss. Brad followed that up shortly by licking his way down Matt’s chest. Matt’s soft moans increased as I shifted his butt a bit to get better access to Matt’s pink hole. I began licking around his anus.

Brad eventually made it down to Matt’s throbbing cock, about the same time as I started probing deeper with my tongue. Matt began to wiggle and writhe under our assault on his young senses. With his hole now well lubed güngören escort with my spit, I slowly pushed my finger into his ass and allowed him to feel the pleasure of a well rubbed prostate.

It was more than poor Matt could handle. He exploded into Brad’s mouth. The following scream from Matt’s was the loudest thing we had heard from him all night. I continued to rub his prostate for a few moments until his spasms subsided. I leaned up and replaced Brad on Matt’s still throbbing member. I took Matt’s member into my mouth and was treated to the last few spurts of his tasty semen.

I pulled my finger out and got off of Matt as me and Brad watched him from either side. His breathing slowed and he smiled up at us. His green eyes were sparkling with post sex bliss. The orgasm seemed to have calmed his nervousness. He began to speak at a normal volume. “Damn… that was better than I had imagined. Thank you both.”

“What? Who said we were done?” I reached down and took his still hard cock in my hand. “It looks like you are already ready for round two!” Matt’s face went from calm and loving to excited in a matter of moments.

Brad chimed in. “What, you didn’t think you were getting off that easy did you? We have only scratched the surface.”

We took a few moments to get a condom on Matt. Then we applied some lube to his cock and in Brad’s ass. Brad lay down on the bed and pulled his legs back, giving us a good view of his pasty white ass. Matt took the hint and got up. As he approached Brad’s eager hole, I unrolled another condom on myself and lubed it up. I’m not quite sure Matt had realized the plan yet.

Matt slowly entered Brad. I moved around to watch. Matt had this blissful look on his face. His aura was awash with colors, passion, joy, excitement, a bit of fear, lust, just to name a few. Soft moaning was coming from Brad as the boy bottomed out. Matt leaned down and took Brad’s mouth as he began to pull out.

Matt settled into a slow rhythm, while enjoying Brad’s tongue. I moved up behind to get a closer look. Matt had that perfect teenage bubble butt. It shook and jiggled with each thrust. I couldn’t help myself so I lightly slapped it once. The bouncing flesh was mesmerizing. Matt let out a little groan.

I took some lube and started working it into Matt’s tight hole. My anticipation was overpowering me, but I held my excitement in check. This was going to be special for him and I didn’t want to rush it and possibly hurt him. I slowly inserted one finger, letting his motion do most of the work. Then, I added a second, then a third. All the while Matt’s moaning began to rise to meet Brad’s.

I moved in behind Matt and pushed him down, deep into Brad. Matt broke his kiss to ask, “Oh… please…” was all he got out as I entered him slowly. Then the only thing coming out of his mouth was a loud moan.

Brad took control and guided Matt’s mouth back to his. After a few moments I was balls deep. I stayed there a few moments to let him get used to the feel. As I pulled out, I pulled Matt’s hips up with me, before slamming him back down into submission. We got into a sweet fucking rhythm. The room broke out into a cacophony of moaning, swearing, panting for breath, and animalistic grunting.

We slowed our pace down some to prolong our lovemaking as long as possible. Matt’s aura began to brighten as the building pleasure was getting too much for him. I caught Brad’s eye and nodded to him. We each took a side of Matt’s neck and sunk our fangs into his soft flesh. Matt made a single whimper of pleasure as the waves of rapture caused by the embrace flowed over him and shattered what was left of him. The euphoric rush pushed us all to orgasm. Brad sprayed all over himself and Matt.

After a few minutes of feeding for me and Brad, we cleaned the wounds and closed them. Matt like most of our partners, was deep in sleep, as the combination of sensory overload and blood loss wiped him out. We laid him down and covered him up, while we took a shower and got dressed. Just before we left though, Matt woke up.

“Hey, will I ever see you guys again?” he asked groggily.

I smiled at Brad, who was grinning right back. “You bet. Here this is my number. Give me a call sometime.” I left my business card on the nightstand. “Now, you get some rest.” I said as I shut off the lights.

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Matt became a new regular for both me and Brad. Often he would just call out of the blue, just to talk. He was still coming to grips with his sexuality and although Brad was much better at giving advice, I enjoyed talking to him because it helped me work through some issues I was still having. The only real downside to Matt was that he reminded me a lot of Ryan.

Ryan was getting better. His life was returning to normal. So I was starting to rethink my plan. If he was still happy without me, how selfish was it of me to want him to be with me.

Then, kadıköy escort everything collapsed around him at once. First, the loss of Steve and Scott hit him. When I heard about it I wanted to investigate the crash to see what had really happened but things got busy for me. The little bit of time that I had, I used it to check in on Ryan. I could see that he was going downhill, quickly. What sent him over the edge however was an incident that occurred because of me, just one week later.

The Archon had called me in because there had been a serious breach of our secret. A mortal had witnessed a Vampire in the middle of feeding. Even worse he had caught it on video. There must be no evidence of us! So the only choice was that the human must be hunted down and the video evidence destroyed, without delay. The Vampire that was caught was a good friend of the Archon, so this would have to be a discreet operation. If word got out, the community would be out for whoever had endangered us.

After some minor investigations we tracked the human we were looking for to an apartment building downtown. Roth climbed the wall outside planning to come in through the window, Brad ran up the stairs and I took the elevator. Once we were all in position we stormed the room.

Brad and I ran in the front door, while Roth had climbed in through a window he had opened in the bedroom. There were two guys in the apartment sitting on a couch. They jumped up as we ran into the room. They looked very shocked to have strangers barge in on them. It looked as if they had just moved in because there were boxes everywhere.

“Hey! What the hell is…?” before he could say another word Roth pounced on him driving his claws into his chest. His voice sounded familiar somehow.

“No! NO! I didn’t see anything. I…” The longhaired blond didn’t get anything else out as my claws sunk into his right lung. I spun around and drove my claws into his chest again slamming him into the wall. He slowly slid to the floor clutching his chest fighting for breath.

Once we had both of the guys down, I took a look at the situation. The blond was the guy we were looking for. The dark haired guy was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Then I got a good look at the dark haired guy as he was spitting blood. Roth hadn’t killed him and it was good thing too! It was Nick! Oh my God! What’s going on! This must be a new boyfriend or something. Nick’s eyes were wide open in amazement.

“C…Coby!”

“Nick! Oh God man! I never meant for you… Dammit!” I had to think. Nick was almost gone. What could I do! “Roth! I want you to bring him over!”

“What! …Are you crazy? I can’t do that! And even if I could I wouldn’t want to.”

“Dammit Roth! You will do this! The Archon owes me a favor! He’ll approve!”

“Are you nuts? I don’t want to sire some old mortal friend of yours!”

I looked at Brad and we connected for a few seconds. He knew exactly what I was thinking and he gave me a little nod. I turned to face Nick. He was taking his last breaths. It had to be now! I spun around and sunk my clawed right hand deep into Roth’s chest. He had a surprised look on his face as the sudden realization of what was happening sunk in. His face began to panic as he felt Brad shove a stake through his back and it settled in his heart. That would immobilize him while we worked. Wooden stakes don’t kill Vampires, but it does leave us helpless as long as it is impaling our heart.

“But… Why…” Roth gasped

“Because, you’re a reckless asshole! You have almost gotten us killed way too many times. You are way too power hungry and did I mention… you’re an asshole! I knew you were waiting for an opportunity to kill me anyway if a good enough excuse ever presented itself. We have been looking for an excuse to get rid of you for almost a month now. Just think of this as a preemptive strike.” I kind of scared myself at how cold and heartless I had become.

As Roth was helpless, I left him to Brad for a moment. I bent down to check on Nick. He was wide eyed and his weakening aura showed that he was afraid. I whispered in his ear, “Nick, don’t be afraid. I’m going to save you, but you may hate me afterwards. Forgive me.” I sunk my teeth into his neck to drain the rest of the blood from him. It was bittersweet, the usual feeling came back but this was just like I remembered my first night. It must have something to do with draining the last of a person’s blood.

After he was drained, Brad brought Roth over to us. I grabbed Roth’s arm, sliced it open with a quick swipe of my fingernail, then I held it over Nick’s open mouth. After the color started coming back to his cheeks and his eyes sprung open. He jumped up off the floor onto his knees and grabbed Roth’s arm. He began to drink quickly and the wounds in his chest started to heal.

After a few minutes, the look on Roth’s face told me he was close to death. “Ok Nick, I need you to stop before you take it all.” I pulled the arm away from Nick. He looked very disappointed. “Hi Nick!”

“Coby… What is going on? Where have you been? We thought you were dead. I…I feel kind of…”

“I need you to come with me now, Nick! I’ll explain everything on the way. Who’s your friend?”

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Ch5- The Beautiful

I hated them! They were my parents. How could they be like that? Did they not have slightest ounce of humanity? I was their freaking SON! All those stories about happy ‘coming outs’, all a pile of bull shit! I was angry, I was hurt and I was scared.

I was angry at god for making me like this- GAY. Why me? Why did I have those sorts of parents? I was angry at myself for being so stupid to think that I could tell them. I clenched my fists and cried till I couldn’t take it myself.

“What did they say?” Stan asked his voice cutting through my thoughts.

“I don’t really want to talk about it. I knew it was a bad idea. It was no use telling them.” I began crying again. Hell I wanted to talk about it. I wished I could pour out my heart onto someone else, someone who wouldn’t judge me.

Stan stopped the car to the side. He wrapped his hands around me and I cried on his chest, probably soaking his shirt through. “Its ok, it will be fine.” He said stroking my hair.

“I’ll tell you what why don’t you come home, were only a couple of minutes away and stay with me till you figure things out. Anyways tomorrow is thanksgiving, so you might as well just stay.” He said.

I looked at him straight into his eyes. They weren’t the same as Chris’, but I was being such an ungrateful person. Here I was weeping and shivering in the hands of one of the dreamiest boys, who was comforting me and taking care of me, and all I could think of was Chris.

I was such a waste and I felt like it too.

Stan drove up the lane into a gate. I looked up teary eyed. My mouth dropped. Parents farm house my ass. It was a mansion. I suddenly felt like a loser with my problems, weak and pathetic.

“I thought you lived in a farm house?” I asked him from behind my tears, a smile creeping up my face.

“Well……” He smiled. He leaned forward and kissed me. His soft lips felt like heaven after all the shit I’ve faced. I could just stare at them all day and I would be satisfied.

We got down from the car and headed to the door. I followed behind him.

There was a note on the table-

“We’ve gone out, will be late don’t wait –

mom”.

Stan crumpled the note and took me up to his “room”. It was more like a floor. His house was exactly the types you see on cribs. The real expensive types- high ceilings, chandeliers, marble floors, lush curtains.

He ushered me onto the bed and we snuggled under the blankets till I dozed off.

I woke up with a start and looked at my watch. It was 12:30. I turned to see Stan. He was lying still motionless. His body basked in the crystal white moonlight. His physique made me feel like a fat ass. He was really magnificent. His blonde hair, his flawless lips.

I was overwhelmed with emotions. I thanked that very freaking god for blessing him with such a lovely Home and parents. If there was one thing that my Parents taught me was to be grateful for others.

Then Chris’ smiling face swept across my mind. He was so kind and offered support. My heart thudded. I felt the ache Again. I was pathetic. No I was worse I was a slut. I was moaning over the one boy that was unachievable and in my own selfishness I forgot about the one who actually loved me.

I could never love Stan. I could never love anyone other than Chris. I got out of bed and walked over to his study and scribbled on a piece of paper.

‘Hey Stan,

By the time you wake up I would be gone. I didn’t want to sound emo but I can’t help it, that’s how useless I am. I’m really grateful for your generosity and love and care. But I cannot do this anymore I can’t hurt you anymore.

You were right that day. I think I am in love with Chris. And I know how ungrateful I must seem right now. But I truly mean this – I don’t deserve you. You deserve someone who will love you back

and someone if there is ever who has a heart bigger than yours.

Oh great this is making me cry. Thank you so much for being there when I needed you the most……..you really do deserve better. Before I go I still remember what you said and I know for sure now – 13th hall avenue but I guess it’s too late for that now.

I’m really sorry and I wouldn’t be upset if you hated me. But I hope you of all people you would understand.

Love always,

Jake ‘

I wept. This was the hardest thing to do, but I knew it was what I had to do. I grabbed my bag and bolted out. I ran down the street and onto the main road. I turned a corner and walked northwards, the opposite direction from my house.

I moved inwards, the winter air biting cold. The city was alive and merry. Families gathered and sat around laughing and drinking. I couldn’t handle it. I walked into one of the more desolate locations. Boys my age were smoking around on the side. I hurried my pace, till I reached another turn out of their sight and then I slowed down. I walked past a building when a hand grabbed my from behind and I felt something hard pound into my head.

I halkalı escort winced in pain and before I knew it I lost consciousness.

I didn’t know where I was or what time it was when I got up. I wasn’t on the street anymore. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. There was total darkness. I felt a shooting pain in my head and I moved my hand upwards. I felt the bruise and everything came back to me. Someone had hit me and I had lost consciousness. I searched around the dark room, my eyes adjusting gradually to the lack of light.

It was only then did I realize that I didn’t have my shirt or pants on…….hundred different thoughts came rushing to mind. I searched around for my bag. Did What I think really happen happen?

I got up in my underwear my feet bare. I was still groggy and my movements disjointed. I felt around the room till I reached what felt like a door.

I opened it, funny it was unlocked. I walked out into the piercing sun. My eyes closed and my head throbbed as my sensitive eyes adjusted to the light. It was freezing cold and I was half naked on the road on thanksgiving.

I didn’t know what to do. I left the door half open and went back into the room to see where my clothes and bag was. It was only then did I realize that this wasn’t a room, it was a storage godown. I looked around the room till I spotted my bag. I opened it half of everything

inside was gone. My laptop, all of my money, and half of my underwear?!

I pulled out a shirt and a pair of jeans and jumped into them before putting on the only sweater I had left in the bag. I searched for my cell phone. Did I even take my phone when I left? I couldn’t remember.

There was only one thing I knew for sure I had gotten mugged nothing else. This wasn’t my first time…. And I didn’t seem to have learnt from my previous encounters.

I walked out of the deserted godown. I didn’t have any shoes and it was no use wearing socks. My feet were freezing. I improvised and wore all the pairs of socks I had remaining and ran

down the street. I got onto the main road and looked around for some familiar place.

It was odd I couldn’t recognize a single building in the locality. I mean I had been here a year now and I knew St. Paul in and out. I walked up the road with my backpack slouched over my shoulders. It was hopeless to continue on the main road but I dared not turn inwards again. I walked up a little more and decided I had to move inwards.

I continued into the desolate alleyways, narrow and cramped, past icky looking houses. Turning was a mistake. This place was filled with drunks and people who looked like they would kill me. One guy winked at me and poured his lips as to kiss me.

I pulled my backpack closer and walked on. I was halfway down the lane when someone grabbed me from behind. It was one of the homeless vagabonds. He held me tight till one of his accompanists joined him. They took turns looking at me. I closed my eyes and a tear trickled down my cheek.

“Oh pretty boy is he,” one of them said. I could feel his face inches from mine, his breath reeking of alcohol.

I was going to kick him any second and run.

“Oh but look this guy ain’t got no shoes. Lonely guy eh? Maybe he needs some loving.” One of them suggested. That was it. I kicked the one holding me and ran. I ran as fast as my feet were willing to

comply. I reached the corner ignoring anything behind me. I turned once again and rammed into a moving car.

“Oye watch it.” The man yelled from inside.

“Sorry but someone’s after me,” I panted out, looking behind me. The passenger side of the car door opened.

“Get in. You shouldn’t be here in this part of town anyways.” The man said as I sat down. I really wasn’t paying any attention to him; I was more worried about the people who I just ran away from. Surely they wouldn’t follow me now.

This whole coming out thing was turning into one of those really bad dreams where the clown eats everyone at the carnival.

I relaxed and saw the man in whom I laid my trust. Wow! Wonder of wonders! No it wasn’t Stan. I know that’s what y’all are thinking. It wasn’t Chris either. Big whoop!

It was some guy I didn’t know. But my god wouldn’t I like to get to know him. We were far away from the street now and I eased up. I mean I know it must seem ridiculous that everyone I’ve mentioned here seemed to be really hot and attractive but honestly this town

seemed to be full of them. Well I was the only exception.

Maybe he wasn’t perfect like Chris or really cute like Stan but in the moment he was a god sent angel……a regular ruggedly handsome guy.

“Uh…. I’m Jake by the way.” I said trying to stop myself from staring at him.

He had sharp piercing blue eyes. Coincidence much. Really blue. His eyes were like clean swimming pool water- beautiful blue. I could actually swim in them.

He had faint pink lips which really didn’t suit his voice. They were içerenköy escort not very whole but crooked into a smile at the corner

“Well I’m flattered that you are interested in my face but your staring is really distracting me. I don’t think I can concentrate on driving if you keep it up.” He smiled.

OMG! Oral hygiene A1. He had beautiful dimples when he smiled that accentuated his square jaw. He had the softest grey hair and pale skin. He looked like someone off Sims or those anime on TV.

I turned back to see the road in front of me. I kept glancing back at his face, each time observing a new feature. He was not exactly young. But his grey hair wasn’t an indication of that. He would have been in his mid 30s.

“So where do you want me to drop you? Oh and I’m Will- William Page.” he said before he turned to see my face for a reply.

He studied me for a second and then realized. “Oh…..are you running away or……” his voice trailed off. I knew what they or meant.

“Well both,” I said, “my parents are dead to me now and I’m not going to stay at my aunt’s house while they are here.” That might have come out worse than I wanted but my heart felt like it was right.

He looked at me once again and stopped the car on the side. “I just noticed your bleeding or you did bleed, do you want me to take you to a hospital?” He asked politely. His voice shackled with concern.

“No I’m fine, I don’t know how it happened but can you take me home I’m going to collect some stuff and then find a motel or go back to the university.” I said, tears trickling down my eyes at the thought of going back home.

I gave him the address and he drove me straight there. I got down and he said he’d wait. I rang the doorbell, only to be answered by aunt Berne.

“Jacob where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for 2 days……” She looked at me her eyes filled with tears.

I didn’t want to listen to her. I couldn’t listen to her. I blanked my mind and shut my ears to everything around me.

“Aunt Berne, I’ve just come to collect some stuff, and then I’m going to the university campus.” I stepped beside her and ran up the stairs to my room.

I shoved in everything I could get. I didn’t see my parents or my sister. I ran down and zipped out of the door. I didn’t have the courage to say bye to her. She was the only one I truly loved in that sorry excuse of a family. I turned to look at the house as Will sped off.

Aunt Berne was standing outside clutching onto her hanky. She was crying. My sister came out and stood by her and put her arms around her.

I turned in front and wept. I cried like a kid.

I cried to relieve the hurt. I cried to ask for forgiveness. I cried to allow myself to think again. Mostly I cried because I didn’t want to do anything else. I didn’t want to talk to will. I didn’t want to leave aunt Berne. I didn’t want to live like this.

It seemed like if it wasn’t Chris breaking my heart; it was me breaking Stan’s or aunt Berne’s. I realized I would probably never see Vivian again and then a new stream of hurt and pain engulfed me.

Most surprisingly, I felt anger. Anger at my parents, anger at Chris for reasons I didn’t know myself and at myself for being so foolish.

I sucked in air wiped my tears and sat up straight. Today was the last day.

“That’s it,” I mumbled, “today is the last straw.”

Will must’ve thought was crazy but he just nodded.

“Besides thanksgiving is a good day to start afresh isn’t it?” I rambled on.

Will cocked his head to the side and looked at me as thought I was joking. “Jacob, thanksgiving was yesterday.” He said.

Those words had a resonating effect. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was I really unconscious for 2 days? I closed my eyes and tried to remember everything that had gone about before I got hit.

I was in the midst of my introspection when the car stopped into a driveway. I opened my eyes and looked around. Where were we? I bet this was Will’s house.

Ok quite predictable. “Where are we?” I asked him.

“My humble abode.” He smiled.

He ran out and opened the door grabbing my stuff and gently pulling me by the hand. He opened the door and dragged me in. I stood there flabbergasted. His house was……wow. It was so chic. He either had an interior designer or he had really good taste.

I looked at him and for the first time I saw him clearly full view. I felt like a street urchin compared to him. He was in a fine suit.

The house wasn’t large or very superfluously decorated. It was simple and sleek.

Will continued inside but I stood there at the door worrying if I entered I’d dirty something or even worse break some of the fragile pieces.

I followed him slowly till we reached the couch. He asked me to sit and offered me a drink. I graciously refused. He came and sat next to me. He put his hands around me and hugged me. He caressed me till I began crying again. His every kartal escort touch reminded me of Stan.

Kind, delicate, soothing. He took me to his bed and tucked me in. I sat still staring outside the window at the bustling traffic. It hadn’t even occurred that I was in an unknown mans room, in his bedroom and on his bed. I felt like a whore. A depressed, pathetic whore.

A couple of minutes later will come back in the room, a bowl of hot soup. I slurped a bit and he sat down beside me. He handled the bowl and fed me the soup slowly. We didn’t utter a word.

All the while the only thought going through my mind was- this was all just a dream. After I finished the soup I lay down on the bed and he kept stroking my hair softly mumbling something under his breath. I closed my eyes when I actually heard it.

He was SINGING.

“Tonight, I celebrate my love for you

It seems the natural thing to do

Tonight, no one’s going to find us

We’ll leave the world behind us

When I make love to you.” his soft voice was almost inaudible. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. I dozed off with his soft serene voice engulfing me.

I woke up after what I thought were a couple of hours to find it already dark outside. I looked at the watch beside the bed it was now three whole days after thanksgiving! My head was bandaged and my bag was empty. I walked out of his bedroom to the dining area where he was cooking something over the stove.

I walked up and hugged him from the back. He jumped startled and I looked deeply into his eyes. He brought out two plates and laid them on the table. I sat down and he served me my dinner. We ate slowly and for the first time engaged in conversation since the car. We laughed and smiled and joked about everything. Not once did we touch the topic of my Parents or the night of the mugging.

This was the first night I felt confident. I didn’t feel like I had to prove anything to anyone. I didn’t have to try and impress anyone. With will I was just me – JACOB BERNE.

We finished dinner and I helped clear the dishes.

I moved towards will put my hands around him and kissed him. I don’t know what his reaction was but I know that he didn’t return the kiss. For my part I had my eyes closed.

I stopped and looked up.

“Oh shit! Oh my god – you’re not gay” I blurted out as I realized it clasping my mouth.

“No I am,” he laughed, “it’s just that I want to take things slow. If anything was to ever happen between us I want it to last forever.”

He looked at me. He must have thought that I was upset because he came close and hugged me.

That night I slept on the couch even thought will insisted on me sleeping on his bed. But, I felt like a part of me being ripped out after the kiss. The thought of him not returning it.

I closed my eyes. I was just about to doze off when I felt something near my face. Seconds later, I felt someone’s lips on my own.

I thought I must’ve been dreaming and hoped that those were the lips I was hoping them to be. Somehow the idea of me being with Chris surpassed all judgement and even thought I knew it was not possible, I hoped.

The lights came on after that and I saw will inches from me. It was scary how much he looked like Chris. Every detail, masked by the most gorgeous blue eyes.

I leaned forward and jumped on his lap, wrapped m hands around his neck and kissed him again. This time he returned it without any hesitation.

I knew I should have felt bad, just kissing him then thinking about Chris and now kissing him again but I couldn’t help it. I was now coming to understand what they called people like me – slut boys and I didn’t want to be one, but I couldn’t help it.

Will carried me to his bedroom and laid me down gently.

“Step one and two check.” He said and smiled. We cuddled and went to sleep minutes later. Me, in his arms, his chin on my head.

I woke up very late the next day. And our romance continued with little kissing some baths together and lots of food. I found out things about will that I didn’t want to know and stuff that made me

fall for him. For a while I completely forgot about Stan and dare I say it even Chris.

I saw the same familiarity in Will’s face as I did in

Chris’. He had the same comforting effect as Stan. I was falling in love with him and I’m pretty sure it was evident on my face.

Will was an engineer. He worked with a small company in town. He never let me out of his sight always afraid I’d get hurt or start crying again.

I loved him.

Will would drop me every day to the university and would bring me back every day. I never saw Chris at school in the couple of weeks after thanksgiving and I avoided Stan completely.

We both knew neither him nor I could take another heart break. Weeks passed and I got accustomed to living with will.

On 12th December, a couple of days before the vacations began; I was called to the admissions office.

You see in our university, we pay our upcoming tuition fee for the following year in late January. When they called I was surprised as the due wasn’t for another couple of weeks till after the vacation.

I entered the admissions building and met the counsellor who escorted me to her staff room.

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*

I was supposed to go out with my man-friend, after work, the other day. I was hopeful that he was going to take me out to this amazing Mexican place that he talked a lot about. I rushed home, jumped in the shower, and was ready in twenty minutes. I wore this super short, black skirt, a tight white shirt, and my red, fuck me shoes, with 4 inch heels.

He called, as I was dressing and asked me to meet him at his house. This was different from what we usually did, so it took me some time to find his house, as I had never been there before. To describe this man, he is really and truly the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life, real or not. He’s about 5’8″, and probably 160 lbs. soaking wet. His skin, which I want to lick every inch of, is the exact color of dark chocolate.

We have been dating, casually, for about three months now. But for some bizarre reason, we have not had sex. I don’t know why. It’s not like I haven’t tried. However, he is such a blast to be around. So it’s alright, but it still aggravated me.

So anyway, it took a bit to find the house, but I eventually did. I went up to the door, and knocked. Nothing happened, so I knocked again. That’s when I noticed the note on the door that said to come in. As I entered, I looked around in amazement. The entire living room was filled with candles. They were, seriously, everywhere, making the room very warm. I went into the kitchen, and found a bottle of wine and glass on the counter with another note telling bahçelievler escort me to have a glass. “What a sweetie,” I thought, but where in hell was he? I poured a glass and continued to look around. I found the bathroom, and found it full of candles, and oddly enough, a cold bubble bath. Hmm? Really? What the hell is going on here?

As I stand there pondering, my ears pick up some very familiar noises, and I, automatically, shut off the control I had over my lust. The sounds were coming from a half open door, right down the hall. Is the man really watching porn before our date? Although, with all the candles, one does wonder. Time to investigate.

I started to push the door open, and heard a man’s voice say, “Oh god, baby, let me taste you!” I, then, my friend say, “That’s right! I know you like it like that.” I just about dropped the glass of wine when I heard this. Seriously! What the fuck?!?!?

I pushed the door all the way open, and looked inside. It was very hard to see, as it was almost pitch black in there, with only one candle burning. After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could, barely, make out a blondish guy, lying on his back on the bed, with his head hanging off the end. He was utterly naked, and apparently enjoying himself very much. He was trying to moan, but was having a hard time, because his mouth was very full.

I could see that his mouth was full of a man, or rather part of a man. He was sucking the largest cock I had ever seen, which happened to bakırköy escort be attached to my beautiful friend. Who was supposed to be taking me out to dinner? Maybe, dinner had been canceled, because he was obviously having dessert.

I continued to watch, felt a surge of jealousy, perhaps even wanton lust. I couldn’t do a damn thing, but stand there with my mouth gaping open. I could barely breathe. Neither of them seemed to notice my arrival, as they were enjoying themselves so much. Both guys’ eyes were closed, and the blond guy’s hands were on my friend’s ass, pulling him closer.

Now, I have given a blow job, or two, in my life, but have NEVER had my mouth fucked like that before. I got so hot watching the two of them, that I felt my panties get instantly soaked. Finally, I spot a chair close enough to watch the action, and collapse into it. The white guy still had no idea I was there, but I guess the movement startled my friend. He looked over at me, said hi, and gave me a sinister grin.

He turned back to the job at hand. He pounded his cock into this guy’s mouth, alternating between fast and slow speeds. Eventually, he looked back toward me, nodded at guy, and said “he’s never had two at once,” as he licked the sweat off his lips.

Smiling, I took a sip of wine, and climbed up on the bed, careful not catch anything with my heels. I straddled the guy’s legs, and his eyes flew open. He froze. My friend told him, “It’s ok. Keep going.” The blonde hesitated, then obeyed, and continued to suck him başakşehir escort off.

I leaned over and started to lick him. I love the feel of dick on my tongue. I started at the base, and licked my way to the top. He gave a muffled wail, but kept going. I put the head of his cock in my mouth, and licked the precum oozing out. Man, he was sweet. I loved it! Some guys just don’t taste that good.

I put one hand on his thigh, and cradling his balls with the other. I licked his shaft up and down, until I felt his rhythm change. He was getting impatient. I glanced up at my friend, noting his glazed look. I slid my mouth over the head of the guy’s cock, swirling my tongue around. Very quickly, I swallow him all the way down my throat. I heard the blond holler that time. Surprised, my friend told me to do that again. Smiling, I swallowed his dick again, but this time I licked his balls, just for good measure.

Both men rewarded me with another yell. All of a sudden, I can felt the tension thicken, and knew they were, both, about to lose control. Sucking as hard as I could, I was, finally, rewarded with the blond’s hot jism in my mouth, just as my friend came in his. He collapsed on the bed, narrowly missing both of us, and grabbed for me.

Looking up at me, he ordered me kiss him. Leaning over, I kissed him, spilling some of the sweet nectar into his mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth, searching for the all of the hot cum. He didn’t want to share. He wanted it all! God, he made me so hot!

After we kissed, I snuggled down next to him. While he caught his breath, the other guy looked at me and said “Mumble, mumble, mumble, goddess?” I laughed. My friend said, “You’re more like demon.”

I kissed him nice and slow. He stretched and sighed contentedly. Laying his head on my chest, he said, “Well?”

“Well, now,” I say, “that was interesting.”

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[This is in the category of “Gay Male” out or deference to those fragile souls on Literotica who are threatened by any tales that involve man-on-man sex and, to avoid challenging their fragile masculinity, want those stories in the “Gay Male” category. Those looking for true gay male sex stories may be disappointed. In fact, this is a love story between a man and a woman, though it, and the subsequent chapters I’m planning, involve heated, lustful sexual encounters between two men.)

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“You want WHAT?!?!”

Lynn was more shocked than angry, I thought, but I wasn’t sure. I needed to tread lightly.

“Well, I just thought …” Then I sort of sputtered.

“You just thought it would be fun to have a three-way with your wife and some hussy. That’s what you ‘just thought’!”

“No …” But I didn’t know now to go on from there because that’s exactly what I thought. “I mean, I thought that maybe we should do something to spice up our sex life.”

“So, sex just with me isn’t good anymore.”

“That’s not what I meant.” And that was the truth. Sex with Lynn was still good, but there was no denying that we’d lost some of that sizzle that we’d had at first. Playing light bondage games and so forth had rekindled the initial excitement for a while, but then that had gotten to seem kind of old. “But you know that we’ve kind of gotten in a rut. I was just looking for something to stir things up a little to make things a bit more daring and exciting for both of us.”

Lynn paused for a moment and I entertained the thought that she was considering it. I guess she was, but her response wasn’t what I’d expected. I wasn’t sure what I expected, though. Maybe she would laugh in my face and dismiss it out of hand. That seemed likely. Maybe she would be angry and hurt for a long time and make it clear that I was never to even hint at such a thing again. That seemed even more likely. But maybe, and this is the thought that I was allowing myself to entertain…just maybe, she was considering agreeing to it. She’d once confessed that she and a college roommate had “fooled around a little.” She’d told me in a light way, indicating that she’d kind of liked it. Maybe the prospect of a threesome with an attractive woman held some interest for her. But she didn’t respond in any of those ways.

“You’re right,” she began calmly. “We have let our sex life get a little stale. Maybe we do need to make things a bit more…what did you say?…”daring and exciting.”

So far, so good. I was beginning to think this could work.

“So, let’s spice things up with a threesome.”

“Jesus Christ,” I thought, “she’s going to do it.”

“Let’s find some really attractive, sexy,”-she paused as if looking for another adjective but then went on-“guy to fill out the threesome.”

Guy?! GUY?! What the heck was she talking about? That wasn’t what I was suggesting.

“What’s the matter mister our-sex-life-has-gotten-stale-and-we-need-to-shake-it-up-a-bit? Don’t you think we need to make our sex life more daring and exciting? Didn’t you think a threesome would do that?”

“But, I wasn’t thinking …”

“I guess not,” Lynn said pleased with herself for catching me in a blatant gender inconsistency. I was a 21st Century post-patriarchal male-at least that’s how I talked. Now she’d caught me in a very hackneyed sexist position. I appeared to be saying that what’s good for the goose isn’t good for the gander.

“Well, I mean …” I was trying to recover now. “I just hadn’t thought of that.”

“So now you have,” she said looking at me intently. “What do you think of it?”

What I thought was that this was a test. I didn’t think Lynn was really interested in a threesome with another guy. What she was interested in was whether I was willing to agree to it if she was interested in that. And, maybe because I was still clinging to the hope that she might agree to my kind of threesome, I decided to say, “Well, sure, honey. If that’s something you really want.”

Okay, now I’d shown that I’d be willing to do a threesome with two men if that was what Lynn wanted-which I was sure she didn’t. She should now agree that she would do a threesome with two women if that’s what I wanted-which I did.

“Great!”

“What?!” I thought, while trying to look composed.

“I’ll find the guy and get it set up.”

She wasn’t going to go through with this. It was still a test. It was just a longer test than I’d thought it was going to be. I couldn’t say ‘no’. That would concede her point and make the prospect of my kind of threesome forever impossible. Let her test away for a while. She wouldn’t go through with it.

“Okay. That’s fine,” I said, not feeling like it was fine at all.

Over the next few weeks, I saw no steps toward the arrangement Lynn had said she’d make. She wasn’t going to do anything about it. I was feeling as if I could raise the issue again, after she’d had plenty of time to test my willingness and, when I did, she’d feel pressure to go along with my idea. After all, ataşehir escort I’d been willing to go along with hers.

“And, what if she did do it,” I thought with hubris (after I was convinced that she wouldn’t). “It could be kind of interesting.” I wasn’t worried that Lynn wanted someone else more than me. I’m not really the jealous type and Lynn didn’t do anything to provoke such feelings. “Lots of guys had fantasies of seeing their wives fuck another guy,” I thought. I’d never understood why this was true. But I had to admit that I’d had those fantasies myself. “What would it be like to watch Lynn open her thighs for another man’s cock? To watch her cum from another man’s shaft pumping her cunt?” With false bravado, I convinced myself that I could not only handle it-I would find it exciting. I imagined how hard and aggressively I’d fuck her after the other guy was finished with her. I fantasized about accosting her repeatedly for weeks after the ménage a trios, pressuring her to pleasure me with her cunt or her mouth and taunting her by saying things like, “Come on. You did it for … whatever the guy’s name was. You liked sucking on his cock (or having his cock in your cunt, or whatever I wanted then). Now you’re going to do mine.” Somehow, I imagined that I would have leverage to demand things from her that I couldn’t normally.

I thought so much along these lines that I’d almost convinced myself that I’d relish the prospect of a three-way Lynn’s way.

But when Lynn came home one Thursday and announced-casually, over dinner-that the two of us had a date with Ben on Saturday night, my confidence was shaken. It’s easy to be hypothetically brave. Courage in the face of a reality is more difficult.

What could I say, though? At the moment, I couldn’t think of anything. It crossed my mind that “Ben” might not be a real person. This might be a final test of my willingness. But something in Lynn’s look made me doubt this conjecture. Still, I didn’t have a clever response that would defuse the situation. I’d agreed, apparently sincerely, to Lynn’s proposal. I didn’t know how to back out now. I muttered something non-committal, hoping that, if this wasn’t just the last step in Lynn’s testing of me, I’d find some way to stop this from happening without losing my credibility.

By Friday night, it had become very clear to me that Ben was quite real and Lynn had every intention of going through with this. And I’d found no non-weasely way to back out of it. I felt like I was a passenger on a train that was headed for a destination I really didn’t want to visit. But I had no way to stop the train.

The discussion Friday night revolved around Ben: where she had met him; what he was like; how she had broached the topic to him. Lynn addressed this last issue lightly. “You know,” she said with a giggle, “it’s surprisingly easy to get a guy to agree to a threesome with some other guy’s wife, at least once she convinces him that the other guy’s not going to go after him with a shotgun.”

Well, that comment, more than anything else, convinced me that I was not okay with this. Somehow it made me feel like this guy, Ben, was getting something for free. And that the something he was getting was mine. It was like Lynn had said, “You know, it’s surprisingly easy to get a guy to agree to take something great from some sucker who’s dumb enough to give it away.”

But I’d still found no way to back out gracefully, or even ungracefully but with my integrity intact. The train was moving inexorably toward a destination I was dreading.

I didn’t sleep a whole lot that night. I tried to recover my bravado-without much success. What had happened to the “Whoa, I wouldn’t mind watching Lynn cum on another man’s cock” reaction? I wasn’t feeling it.

All day Saturday, Lynn cleaned up the house. I didn’t help. I’d begun to accept the fact that this was going to happen. But I didn’t have to be a collaborator in the preparations. I watched a football game while she worked, but I confess that I couldn’t concentrate on it-especially when Lynn was changing the sheets on our bed. (“Our bed?!” Could it ever really be OUR bed again after tonight?)

Lynn had planned for us to “get to know each other” before we got to know each other in the biblical sense. So, she’d invited Ben over for 6:00 for drinks, then dinner, and then…

The bastard wasn’t late. I guess he was eager to that take that “something great from the sucker who was dumb enough to give it away.”

Ben was a good looking guy. On the one hand, I guess that made me a little jealous. On the other, I think it would have been even worse if I’d had to watch Lynn get fucked by some repugnant creep.

I’d resolved to dislike Ben. After a few drinks and then over dinner, I found that I liked him despite my resolve. He wasn’t an asshole. He was a nice enough guy. It really seemed as if his take on this wasn’t that he was taking advantage of a sucker but that he was playing a part in a sexual fantasy that both Lynn and avcılar escort I shared. I don’t mean that he was some sort of altruist, doing both of us a favor out of the kindness of his heart. It was clear that his actions were motivated by another organ entirely. But he didn’t seem like he was exploiting either of us and he wasn’t acting like a bull who was cuckolding me.

This made it easier for me. And I realized that I would make things worse if I acted like a victimized cuckold. The best path out of this for me was to go along with grace. By the end of dinner, surprisingly, I felt better. I’d even flirted with images of Lynn sucking Ben’s cock and Ben pounding her pussy. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

My newfound comfort-or maybe it was just more false bravado-didn’t result in me being completely comfortable when dinner came to an end and Lynn said, “Why don’t we adjourn to the bedroom?” Ben got up right away. Sure, he was eager to get on with it. I got up, too. I’m sure my feelings were much more mixed than his, but I counted it as progress that my feelings were, at least, mixed now. The idea of seeing Lynn fucked by another guy did hold some attractions for me.

I offered to pour Lynn and Ben a drink, but they declined. I felt as if I needed something, though, and poured myself a Bourbon. We all headed down the hall. When we got to the bedroom, Lynn indicated that we should begin with me sitting down and watching her and Ben get the ball rolling. This actually seemed like a relief to me. I could nurse my drink and just watch. I didn’t have to be involved in any way.

Lynn stood very close to Ben, next to the bed, and he kissed her. Surprisingly, I think the kiss was especially difficult for me. Over the past week or two, I’d fantasized about Lynn taking another guy’s cock in her cunt or mouth. But I hadn’t thought about her kissing the guy. I don’t know why. I guess I should have realized that this would be part of the package. But this seemed more intimate than fucking. I was relieved when they moved on to more sexual contact.

Ben’s hands were all over Lynn. I could imagine what he was feeling-hell, I could remember how it had felt to me when I’d first felt Lynn’s gorgeous body. I knew that his heart was pounding with excitement. I couldn’t see his crotch now, but I was sure that his cock was hardening as his hands caressed Lynn’s full breasts and round ass.

When Lynn moved away from Ben slightly in order to cop her own feel, I could see the tenting in his pants. Lynn’s hand moved along the outline of a rigid cock. My own cock hardened and I felt the thrill that I’d only read about before-the thrill of seeing your wife excite, and be excited by, another man.

I don’t know whether Lynn had been looking forward eagerly to this moment. I still wondered whether this was more of a test of my willingness to have a role-reversal of what I had initially proposed. Clearly, it was a test she was willing to take all the way. But she might not really have been eager for this experience. Whether she’d been anticipating this with relish or not, she was clearly enjoying it now. I guess one thing that makes a woman feel powerful is her ability to provoke desire-lust-in a man. Lynn could see, and now feel in a very concrete way, that she had that power over Ben. I watched as her hand stroked up and down over his hard cock that was now, as a result of her manipulations, sticking straight up inside his slacks.

Lynn struggled a bit with Ben’s zipper, but finally she had it down and was fishing through his fly for his cock. While she was doing that, Ben was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out from her skirt. He found the hook and zipper of her skirt and quickly unfastened these, too. Soon Lynn was standing in only her high heels and her bra and panties, a matching set of power blue, lacey lingerie.

I think Lynn decided to give up on the idea of just fishing Ben’s cock out. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and, while Ben got his shirt off, Lynn pulled both his pants and underpants down to his ankles in one motion, sitting on the bed before him as she did this. Ben kicked off his shoes and worked his socks and pants off while Lynn stroked his cock.

Ben stood in front of Lynn, completely naked, with his dick hard and aimed right at her mouth. Lynn stroked his cock gently, looking at it closely before taking it in her mouth. “Shit,” I thought, “I should be angry, jealous, hurt or something.” But all I felt was incredible lust. I hadn’t had such an urgent hardon in years. I wrestled my cock out and began stroking it. I didn’t want to cum now. Well, I WANTED to cum a lot, but doing that now would undermine my other plans-my plans to cum hard in Lynn’s freshly fucked pussy. But I needed to feel something around my cock and it felt good to hold myself-I was so hard and hot.

Both Lynn and Ben had their eyes closed, reveling in the sensations they were feeling. I couldn’t close mine. For me, the visual sensations were the focus alanya escort of my attention. I watched Lynn’s lips stretch around Ben’s hard cock. I’d read stories where the husband now confesses that his wife’s lover’s cock was so much bigger than his-that he felt so inadequate compared to this bull that was cuckolding him. That wasn’t true here. Ben’s cock was about the same size as mine. Probably it felt about the same in Lynn’s mouth as mine did. But I think that women, no less than men, like a little “strange” from time to time. I mean, Lynn seemed remarkably into what she was doing. She was enjoying the feeling of power she held over this relative stranger as much as he was enjoying her moist lips tightly surrounding his hard shaft.

Neither Lynn nor Ben wanted this to go to a climax. They each had other plans-plans that meshed nicely with one another. Lynn pulled back and looked up at Ben. Ben pushed her down on the bed and knelt on the floor between her calves. He leaned toward her and brought his lips to her crotch. I watched as he placed his lips against the satiny blue fabric of her panties and blew his warm breath against her cunt. Lynn writhed and moaned.

Ben worked his way up Lynn’s body, kissing and licking her abdomen along the way. When his lips reached her rib cage, just below her bra, he pulled back, grabbing her hands and pulling both of them up to stand at the foot of the bed. He kissed Lynn again and, while their lips were locked and their tongues were entwined, he unfastened her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulder.

Standing back so he could get a good look at her body, Ben gazed at Lynn’s small, but full, breasts admiringly. He cupped one breast in a hand and massaged it gently. Then, moving closer to Lynn, he bent slightly and took her other breast in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the nipple, which I knew would be hardening in his mouth. Lynn had her head leaned back with her eyes closed. She had her hands on the back of Ben’s head, urging him on.

I’m not sure whether it was because Lynn exerted any pressure with her hands or not, but Ben sank slowly to his knees, which brought his mouth to the level of Lynn’s stomach. He leaned down slowly and again blew hot air against Lynn’s mound. As he did this, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly eased them down over her hips and down her thighs. His mouth went back to its target, but now there was more than hot air stimulating Lynn’s clitoris. Ben’s lips and tongue had found that tender tidbit of flesh and were having an obvious effect on it.

Lynn doesn’t shave her crotch but she has a naturally tiny and neat pubic area and her hair is extremely soft. It was clear that Ben liked what he saw…and tasted. He used his thumbs to pull her labia apart slightly to get better access to her clitoris and flicked his tongue across it with ever-quickening motions.

One of the things that amazed me when Lynn and I first began going out was how incredibly wet she got when she was excited. This chick certainly didn’t need any artificial lubricant. She would almost flow freely with sweet nectar when you licked her cunt. Ben was experiencing that now. I could see his tongue running against the slick sides of her nether lips and then back to her now hard clitoris.

Women are different from men, of course. And one of the ways they are different is that, for most of them, there’s no reason to hold back from an orgasm during what might otherwise be foreplay. I saw Lynn shudder slightly while Ben was teasing her clitoris. I knew she’d had an orgasm. Not a crashing, knee-weakening, “I have to collapse” kind of orgasm, but one of her gentle but highly pleasurable orgasms that seemed only to intensify those that were still to come.

Ben led Lyn back to the bed and laid her down gently. He lay next to her, kissing her and caressing her body eagerly with his hands. Lynn stroked his cock again, though it needed no attention from her hands to be completely rigid. Ben rolled her onto her back and Lynn lay there, legs slightly apart, inviting him to take her.

I think they were oblivious to my presence throughout this. They certainly didn’t seem to be doing anything for show. And neither one ever looked over at me-at least that I noticed. They were two lovers lost in their first sweet sexual encounter.

Ben climbed on top of Lynn and I watched as this guy I’d met only a few hours ago very gently pressed his stiff pole slowly into my wife’s hungry cunt. They looked into each other’s eyes as they both savored the sensation of him entering her millimeter by millimeter.

Lynn’s legs were bent, with her knees up on either side of Ben’s hips. I watched as his pelvis began rocking in slow, long arcs, driving his cock in and out of Lynn’s sopping pussy. From time to time, he would pull up from her so that he could watch as her breasts flowed up and down across her rib cage to the motion of his fucking.

At first, Lynn’s hands were along Ben’s sides, holding him gently, urging him on. But as Ben’s thrusting become more violent, Lyn’s hands went down to the sheets, which she grabbed tightly as her sexual tension increased. Both of them were in the throes of lust, Ben pounding relentlessly as deeply in Lynn as was physically possible and Lynn urging him to fuck her even harder.

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I was so excited. A new city, a new apartment….a new life! I was newly divorced and ready to meet someone to settle down with. Someone nice to see the city with, laugh with, and maybe start a family with. It took me more than four days to get everything unpacked and set up to my liking, which left me just three more days before I was scheduled to start my new job. I decided to stay home that first night with a six-pack and just relax. I could spend the next couple of days seeing the sites and meeting people; preferably women.

I slipped a DVD into the player, opened that first bottle of beer, and settled down on the couch. I was in a good place, as I looked around and realized how good my life was at that moment. I couldn’t recall the last time things had gone this well for me. I was feeling so good, in fact, that I didn’t even realize I’d gone through two bottles in less than twenty minutes, until I went for my third.

As I walked back to the sofa, I was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Who could it be, I wondered. I didn’t know a soul, other than my landlord and I’d just talked to him three hours earlier. I was tempted to ignore it, thinking it was a mistake or a salesman, but my curiosity got the better of me. I looked out through the window to see two black men standing on my front porch. The first one was dressed in a short-sleeved button down and white dress pants, while the second man wore blue shorts and a tank top. Both men were muscular, at least half a foot taller than myself, and considerably sweaty. I had just decided to go back to my movie without answering the door, when one of them looked through the window and saw me looking out at them. I had no choice but to open the door now. I stepped out onto the front porch with them, pulling the door closed behind me. They immediately introduced themselves as David and Jim. We talked for a few minutes and, when I was feeling more at ease, I invited them inside. It was the least I could do, since they had come by to welcome me to the neighborhood.

“What’s your name white boy,” David asked me.

“It’s Steve,” I replied.

I felt a little uncomfortable at that point. Instead of taking the chairs, both men had sat on the couch with me, one on either side. At this point, Jim and I were sitting side by side, our legs touching, and, as I looked over at him, I noticed he was rubbing his shorts so that the outline of his cock was clearly visible and his balls were hanging out freely. His cock looked like it was over eight inches long and it was still only semi-hard. His balls were enormous and covered with curly black hair. I quickly looked away, only to find that David’s equally enormous cock had been buca escort freed, pointing up at the ceiling from his white trousers. At this point, my intention was to jolt up and somehow get my new neighbors to leave, but I was already pretty buzzed and Jim and David were both a good deal stronger than myself. As I moved to get up, David straddled my back and forced my face into Jim’s lap. To my surprise, Jim was already out of his clothes and my face was pressed hard against his now rock hard cock.

“Open your mouth, faggot,” Jim demanded.

“I’m not gay,” I protested.

“We’re gonna teach you to worship black cock, you sissy white faggot.” David slapped me hard, as he pulled my face up and spat on me. “Now, either you ask Master Jim for permission to suck his cock, or we’re going to beat the fuck out of you.”

I knew the only way I would survive this was to do as I was told. Tears streaming down my face, I looked up at Jim. “Master Jim, may I please suck your cock?”

“Since you made me wait, you’re going to have to be punished first, faggot.” As Jim stood up and turned around on the couch, David positioned me so that I knelt on the floor with my face only two inches from Jim’s hairy ass. I could see beads of sweat clinging to the black hair of his ass, as the musky scent nearly suffocated me. Jim reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. “My asshole is sweaty. Clean it, faggot.” I tried to resist, but David had my face buried in his friend’s ass with little effort. At this point, David bent down and whispered in my ear. “Do as your told, faggot.”

I remembered the threat all too clearly. “Yes, Master David,” I replied. I hesitantly stuck my tongue out, letting it touch the wrinkled hole. At first, I tried not to inhale as I performed my task, but I couldn’t hold my breath for long. As my tongue worked its way inside Master Jim’s asshole, I felt a clenching. My heart started beating faster, as I was filled with fear that he wouldn’t try to hold it. He didn’t. Master David laughed loudly, as Master Jim farted right on my tongue. I couldn’t pull away, so I kept licking his asshole, as he continued farting in my mouth. After enduring this for several minutes, the worst thing that could’ve happened did happen. Master David noticed that my dick, much smaller than their cocks, was rock hard.

“Oh shit, bro, the nasty pig loves it! He’s rock hard!”

“Sounds like we have a real faggot on our hands,” They both laughed.David pulled my head back by my hair and looked directly at me. “You like licking a black man’s asshole. Don’t you, faggot?”

Never in my life had I been so hateful and disgusted with myself as I was at this çağlayan escort moment. I wanted to deny it, even to myself, but how could I, after Master David had pointed it out? Maybe it was the buzz, or the fear, or both. Whatever it was, the words came out before I could stop them. “Yes, Master David. I like licking a black Master’s asshole. Please don’t make me stop.”

Master David was so surprised by this that he let go of me and stepped back. Within seconds, I had my tongue buried deeply inside Master Jim’s asshole. Master Jim rewarded me by releasing another fart on my waiting tongue. It was then that I realized the truth of what was happening. If I wasn’t a white faggot whore, like Master David had said, I would have run for the door, instead of burying my face in this black man’s ass. The truth was out. I’d admitted it to my Masters and to myself. I had no choice but to accept, at least while they were here. Once they had gone, I could pretend nothing had happened, but, while they were here, I would please them and I would let myself enjoy it. Now that I was free, I could lick the entire length of his ass crack, scooping the musky sweat onto my tongue and swallowing it. As my tongue returned to his asshole, Master Jim clenched in an effort to feed me yet another fart. I pulled back slightly, when a light brown, creamy clump slipped out of his asshole. The temptation was too strong and David was only watching to see that I didn’t run ~he wasn’t watching what I was doing~ so I quickly sucked it into my mouth. Nothing was said, so I guessed neither of my Masters knew what had really happened. As for me, I felt a kind of high. It turned me on, knowing that I had just let a black man shit in my mouth. I thoroughly cleaned up Master Jim’s asshole, before I sat back. “Master Jim, may I please suck your cock now?”

Master Jim stood up. His magnificent cock, still rock hard, pointed at my face. He took hold of it and began beating my face with it. He slapped my hard with his cock, the sound seemed to echo throughout the apartment, as he spat on my face. “You want this cock? Huh, filthy pig?”

“Yes, Master Jim.”

“Yes, what, faggot?”

“Yes, Master Jim, I’m a filthy faggot pig and I want your big cock.” He sat down on the couch and instructed me to crawl to him. I followed his orders, my eyes hungrily focused on his dark cock. I crawled up onto the couch and began just licking the fat, purple head. As I licked that fat cockhead, I realized that I knew now why so many white women ~my ex-wife included~ loved black cock so much. It was beautiful. I took his cock into my mouth, feeling my lips rise and fall over the thick veins of his shaft. çankaya escort The smell and taste sent me wild! I loved sucking Master Jim’s cock. So much, in fact, that all I could see was his cock and balls and all I could hear was my own slurping sounds. I moved down onto the floor between his legs, keeping his cock in my mouth the whole time, and slipped my lips down to his sweaty balls. I kissed them over and over, before sucking them each into my mouth.

I loved the gritty, sweaty taste of his hairy balls. I knew I’d been sucking his cock and balls for awhile; I could feel my jaw starting to get sore. I can’t say how long I spent sliding my lips up and down that shaft, before Master Jim stood up. My heart sank, until I realized what was happening. He grabbed me by the sides of my head and rammed that cock into my mouth. Within seconds, I could feel my mouth filling with his warm cum. It was my first taste and, since Master David hadn’t used me yet, I knew it wouldn’t be my last. As it coated my tongue, I felt a chill in my own crotch. I was cumming in my pants. The taste of my Master’s salty cum had sent me over the edge. I greedily sucked the remaining cum from Master Jim’s cock and cleaned him up, before Master David pulled me to him.

“My turn, faggot.”

“Yes, Master David.” I serviced Master David much the same way as I’d served Master Jim. He had much more cum to feed me and filled my mouth three times, before he’d finished. As Master David’s gorgeous cock finally went limp, Master Jim mentioned something about an appointment. I sat on the floor, hungry for more and upset that my Masters were leaving, as they headed for the door.

Master Jim turned back. “Don’t worry, bitch. We’ll be by tomorrow. Same time.”

“Yeah, faggot. We own you now and you will be serving yoyr black Masters every day.”

“Yes, Master Jim,” I replied.

“If you’re good, we’ll tell some of the other brothers what a good whore you are for black cock.”

This filled me with fear. What was I to do? This wasn’t the life I wanted, but the only way out would be for me to move and I definitely couldn’t afford it. I nodded, avoiding eye contact with my owners. “Yes, Master.”

“Hey man, I gotta piss before we go.”

“Yeah, me too. Where’s your toilet, faggot.”

My desire to see those huge cocks again was too strong to ignore. I’d already done worse anyway, so I offered them the use of my mouth.

“You want to be a toilet for your masters, you sick pig?”

“Yes, Master David. Please make me a black man’s toilet?”

Master David approached me and pulled out his cock, letting it rest on my bottom lip. His piss was warm and much more salty than his cum had been. I enjoyed the taste so much that I began stroking myself as I drink his urine. After they had both relieved themselves, my masters left for him. I was left sitting on the floor in my cum and piss stained t-shirt feeling like a filthy black cock whore.

To be continued…

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