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He pumped me fast and then slow as we both worked towards climax. I know my eyes were rolled in the back of my head as I all thought about was here and now.

“Oh baby, Oh baby,” and I knew it was happening. Stopping balls deep in me he sucked in deep breaths of air with each time his cock fired inside me. I closed my eyes and allowed it to happen. I found myself rubbing the vertebras in his back up and down as he shot in me. He went limp on top of me as I still held him tight. My actions came somehow natural to me as I lay in afterglow.

Scott coughed a few times and arched his hips back and his soft cock slipped from my slimy hole. He sucked the end of my noise and grinned all his white teeth at me. “Beautiful baby,” he said loud as he rolled over on his side.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Scott moved off the bed and stood up and stretched. I watched the muscles of his back and ass flex. Unlike his front, his back was devoid of hair – until it reached his ass. His butt cheeks were covered with thick hair and his crack was filled with hair. The hair followed down his ass to his legs. This guy was 150% man. Scott turned around and said to me, “let’s hit the showers champ, breakfast is on me.”

I couldn’t help staring down at his cock. It wasn’t completely flaccid yet, and swung side to side. It was covered in his cum and my juices. Healthy looking cock, I thought to myself. I couldn’t believe that thing had actually been inside me.

Scott reached down with his hand and grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He had a cocky smile on his face and was grinning at me. As I was drug out of bed by Scott, I could feel a dull ache on my upper quads (from being spread open so wide for so long). And my asshole hurt. I could feel something oozing from my hole and down my leg. I reached back with by hand and touched my lower ass and felt in my crevice. When I pulled back my hand it was covered in slimy cum. Scott’s cum. Holy shit, I thought to myself, he came in me.

I must have had a worried look on my face. Scott’s expression changed from one of smugness to a bit more of concern.

“Sorry, Jason, my bags didn’t make it off the plane and I didn’t have any condoms. I assumed you were clean because you are married. I get tested every couple of months and am pretty sure I am ok. My partner is, too – but you should probably go in and get tested.” He said this matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal. “Come on, Jace – let’s hit the shower,” he said.

“No, I’m…I…I can’t. This has got to stop now. I’m married. I’m not gay,” I stammered. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes when I said this.

“Hey, it’s cool. I know how you feel. You were pretty drunk last night. But you need to take a shower, you stink man.” Scott walked towards the bathroom and disappeared behind the door. I stood in the room alone for a moment as I heard the shower come to life. That is exactly what I needed – a shower. I did smell and I was covered in sweat and cum. His cum and mine. I looked down at my stomach and package. I had wet and dried cum on me. It was clumped in my pubic hair. I reached back to my ass again and felt up and down my crack. It was wet. I tentatively touched my hole. It was painful to the touch. I bent forward a bit and spread my legs, arching my ass backwards a bit. I had better access to my rear now. I could feel the rim of my asshole was swollen and it didn’t appear to be completely shut. I squeezed my hole and felt it closing a bit, but when I did that more cum oozed form my hole. When I pulled my hand away, I could see cum on my hands and some traces of blood. I knew he ripped my ass open with that fucking cock of his.

As soon as could, I was going to get blood tests done. I couldn’t sleep with my wife until I knew I was clean. SHIT! How did I get myself in this mess. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Just then, Scott came back in the room. “I started the shower for you, why don’t you jump in first.”

It sounded like a good idea. I needed to wash him off my body. Out of my body, too. “Thanks,” I said under my breath.

I walked past him and into the bathroom. I closed the door. There wasn’t a lock on the door. I never needed one before, I thought. I moved the shower curtain to the side and gingerly raised each leg over the tub and into the shower. My legs and ass still smarted. But as soon as I got under the hot water, I started to feel better.

As the water flowed over me I felt some of the tenseness leave. I looked down and notice Scott had placed the hotel shampoo and hand soap in the shower, that was considerate I thought. I grabbed the shampoo and poured a generous amount in my hand and started lathering my hair. I turned my back to the shower and grabbed the bar of soap. I started lathering up my body. When I got down to my crotch I gingerly soaped up my goods. The dried cum wasn’t as easy to remove and I ended up trying to pull it off my pubic hair. I painfully realized some hair came erzurum escort with it. As I soaped my cock and balls, they started to respond to my touch. My mind began to wander. As I stood there soaped away my worries I thought about Scott.

At least he was good looking, I thought. It was bad enough that he was a guy. But an ugly guy would have been worse. If it would have been my old boss I would have jumped out the window – that guy was totally out of shape, smoked and stank of cigarettes and was severely overweight. If I was going to do it with a guy, I was glad he was cute. Scott was better than cute, he was totally hot. I was actually envious of him. Big long, thick cock and hairy all over. And tall. And muscular. There was no mistaking it, he was a man. Not that I’m not manly, but he probably pissed testosterone he was so manly.

As I was thinking of this, I was still soaping my crotch. I was so hard I was about to burst. I looked down at my cock. I was nothing to sneeze at. I was 6 inches but pretty thick. I admired my cock for a while. The head of it was thicker than the rest. I had quite a bit of hair around my junk. It wasn’t as thick as Scott’s, and it was lighter colored brown – but it more than covered my boys. I slowly started to stroke my dick. Boy, did that feel good.

With my other hand, I reached back with the soap and started washing my ass. Most of the cum had been rinsed away by the shower. I ran the bar of soap up and down my crack. When I got to my asshole, I rubbed the bar of soap around a bit. My ass spasmed a bit and it seemed to pull the little bar of soap out of hand inside a bit. When that happened I looked down at my cock and saw a ton of precum oozing from my dick. I kept rubbing the soap on my asshole and slowly pushed it in. I thought if I could just use the soap to clean out my ass, I would be cleaning Scott out of me. It stung a bit, but I didn’t care. I pushed a bit further and suddenly my asshole grabbed the bar of soap right out of my hand and seemed to pull it right into my body. My cock was leaking precum like never before. I started moaning and really started stroking my meat.

I never heard the door open, but all of the sudden Scott came in the shower with me. I pulled my hand away from my ass and felt the soap leave my body. I heard it slap the bottom of the bathtub. I stupidly tried to cover my hard on with both hands. He leaned forward and put his hands down on my cock. He pushed my hands away and started stroking me up and down. His other and reached down and started kneading my balls. I opened my mouth to say NO, but he moved in fast and started kissing me. I was lost in the moment again and let him. He moved closer and I could feel the heat from his body. His course chest hair came in contact with my body. Since he was taller than me I ended up standing up tall to continue the kiss. When he moved up to pull away I went up on my tiptoes and reached up with my arms to pull him down. I was hooked.

Scott pulled away with a proud grin and started massaging the shampoo that was still in my hair. I closed my eyes – and went with the flow. It felt so erotic. He was massaging my scalp and I could feel his cock rubbing up and down on my lower stomach. Scott pulled away and reached down for the soap, which was down by the drain. On his way down, he put his mouth around the head of my cock and slowly sucked it into his mouth. He sucked it down to the root in a matter of seconds. It took my breath away and I groaned. His throat was milking my cock. He was only down there for 20 seconds max when all the sudden I said, “I am gonna cum.”

He just stayed at the root of my cock and let his throat muscles pull the cum right out of my body. I had to grab onto his head to keep myself from falling down as my legs almost gave way. I could feel the cum raising out of my cock, it felt like it started in my toes. My spine got all tight and my ass clenched down (boy, did that feel good). My cock was packed so tightly down his throat the cum just fired right out of me. My dickhead felt like it blew right off me, I came so hard. My nuts actually hurt when I came, that was a new one for me.

I was a panting, quivering mess when Scott pulled up. I expected him to be embarrassed for sucking my cock (I would have been), but no…he came up with a broad smile on his face. He leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss. As his tongue entered me again, I could taste a salty bitterness. There was thickness to it, but only a taste. It suddenly dawned on me that it was my own cum I was tasting. I tried pulling back, but Scott pulled me closer to him and drove his tongue into my mouth. This time, he deposited more of my cum in my mouth. Now, one thing I know – I cum a ton. I always have. He took a direct shot of cum right down his throat, but must have gotten some in his mouth, too. I tried to push it out, but even his tongue was stronger than mine. I was eskişehir escort forced to swallow some of my cum. Once I swallowed, he pulled back and eased back on the kiss.

The entire experience left me breathless. I opened my mouth and took in a couple deep gulps of air. I also realized I was holding onto Scott very tightly. I was hugging him actually. When I noticed this, I pulled away. He did too, and used my momentum to slowly turn me around. “Let’s get that shampoo out of your hair, sweetie.” His tone was soft and gentle and I complied.

As the water washed the soap out of my hair and off my body I felt strong soapy warm hands begin to slide over my wet soapy skin. All over my back. My neck. My arms. It felt sooo good. The tenseness I still had left began seeping away. The hands came around and encircled me and began rubbing my chest. Brushing my nipples lightly. Using the soap on me. Slowly going down to my navel and cleaning me up. It felt so good that I just let it happen. I didn’t do anything but lean against the shower wall and moan with pleasure. Soon I was lost in the total sensation of those wonderful wandering hands.

My cock hadn’t gone totally soft from its last ejaculation and lay chubbily against my leg. My balls tingled and seemed to get bigger and felt like they dropped lower. Those hands were everywhere it seemed. The right one began concentrating on my cock and the left wandered to my nipples on both sides. Then it went behind me and began to soap up my ass. I gave a deep moan as Scott’s fingers found the rosebud of my asshole. Gently but persistently I was entered first with one finger, and then two and finally three. At three, I felt totally stretched. Meanwhile, the right hand was stroking me slowly up and down. I was getting hard again. Every now and then Scott would dip lower to my balls and feel them up.

I could feel Scott’s hard cock rubbing up and down my lower back. Scott pulled his hands away form my cock and ass for a moment and poured some shampoo down my back. He started giving me a deep pressure massage on my shoulders and back. It felt wonderful. He pulled my hips back a bit and slowly pushed my shoulders forward. I felt more probing directly on my hole. The pressure was intense and I could feel the head of his cock rubbing around my opening. When the head breached me, I could feel my ring hugging around the thick ridge of his cock. Scott placed both hands on my hips and exerted some more pressure to my ass. The soap wasn’t as good as the lotion used earlier, but it did the trick. His cock slowly and painfully started pushing forward, moving my guts out of the way to make room for him. I could feel each incredible inch as it spread me open.

“Relax, Jason, this feels so fucking good on my dick. Your ass is like butter and it is just eating up my big cock. And I know you want it too. I only have about 3 inches in you now, baby. How ’bout your control the rest. Get used to it, enjoy it man,” he whispered in my ear.

He was only about a 1/3 of the way in me??? Holy crap, this guy had a monster cock. Is this what it felt like for my wife when I slipped it into her? Guess not. I never tried it in her ass. And I wasn’t nearly as big as the schlong up my ass. I slowly pulled away from him, until the ridge of his cock head was back at the mouth of my ass, my rim holding him tightly inside. I slowly pushed back at him. I knew when he started going in further than before because it got harder to push in. It was slow going. Back a bit, in a bit. I kept that up for what seemed like 50 or so stokes. My ass was hurting and I was sure he was almost all the way in.

“We about done?” I asked with a pained gasp.

“Not even close, bitch!” he responded and then pushed forward quickly. The first thing to happen was my head hit the shower wall. The pain of my forehead competed with the piercing pain that shot through my ass and lower back as Scott’s dick hit paydirt. He bottomed out in me in one deep thrust.

“Aughh!!!” I screamed! He kept on jabbing his hips into me while I was fully impaled on his cock. My face was slammed up against the wall. My feet couldn’t keep contact with the floor and started slipping. Somehow Scott put his hands under my chest and pulled me up, lifting me up on his dick. He then stood straight up, pulling me completely off the shower floor. My toes were completely off the ground. My body weight was now distributed directly on his cock. It was so deep inside me and it hurt so bad I started to cry. Tears were coming down my cheeks. I opened my mouth to sob out load, but I only heard myself grunt. Scott heard it, too.

“Yeah, I have you back in my saddle again,” he breathed in my ear, “I love it deep like this. You have my whole cock covered. Your ass is so tight, I love fucking you.”

Scott kept up his assault on my ass. He kept on shifting a bit, which was enough to drive his cock in and gaziantep escort out of me – but only a millimeter at a time. He asked me to relax my ass a bit and somehow I did. When I did it, it felt loads better. Then he asked me to bear down on him. I did that and I felt all tight again and the pain returned. “Again!” he bellowed and I released and bore down. His hands were on my upper chest squeezing my tight pecs and rubbing my nipples. Some of my chest hair was being ripped from my body due to the odd position we were in. My ass was on fire and I started to develop some control over the feelings down there. While it was painful if I tensed my asshole, when I relaxed the relief was so great it felt wonderful. Each time he jabbed I tried to tense up. We started developing a rhythm together. I could feel him kissing my shoulder.

Scott’s jabs somehow got longer in stroke. He was slowly fucking me in and out. It was still very uncomfortable, especially when I tensed my asshole down on him. But once I got my rhythm going, and measured the time I relaxed I could anticipate my relief. He slowed, which really frustrated me, so I began thrusting my ass back at him trying my best to get our rhythm back.

“That’s it baby, damn, your ass is really milking my cock. You are tight as you were last night. You have me hooked on your ass, Jace, no way am I going to stop getting more tail off you.” Scott moaned aloud as he jabbed deep in me. “This is called deep dicking. And you have every one of my 9 inches in your twat right now. I am going to fuck you silly. Take it bitch! TAKE IT!”

An uncontrollable moan of lust come from deep inside me was we continued to jab at each other. The hot water of the shower was beating me directly in the chest and running down the front of my body. My ass cheeks were firmly planted on his crotch and his dick was lodged deep in my guts. I could feel the root of his cock, it has stretched me beyond capacity. I knew I was torn open. And I looked down at my stomach and could actually see my insides moving. That big, fucking cock head of his was deep inside me, making a home for itself in my bowels. “Yeah, love my cock, Jace! Worship my cock!” he breathed in my ear as we mated.

He was so close to me I could feel his wiry crotch hair against my butt cheeks. His chest hair was mashed into my back. I could feel the friction between our bodies. Strange sounds of lust came from him also as we moved, he must be getting ready to blow again I thought.

All too quickly I heard him asked through clinched teeth, “You ready to take my load?” His hip movements increased and the length of his jabs got shorter. He squeezed me really tight around the chest and four deep low moans escaped his mouth. I actually could feel his cock getting bigger – well thicker that is. He also got harder. As this happened, the rim of my asshole couldn’t take it. Instead of expanding to accommodate his thrusts, it was forced inside my body alongside his cock. It was a totally new sensation and I lost all control of my ass muscles. I could also feel the helmet of his cock growing thicker deep inside me. Then there was sudden wetness – very hot wetness inside me and the thrusts of his cock felt much better. His cum was acting like lube, coating his cock and my chute.

As his hips stopped moving I felt our bodies swaying a bit. He had been holding my body up by his cock and arms for a while and he must have relaxed too much through his cumming. We slipped a bit in the shower and he quickly started dropping me down. I grabbed for the shower head and another metal bar in the shower to hold us steady for a moment. My feet touched the ground and I got my bearing.

Scott continued to hold me tight as he came down from his sexual frenzy. He nuzzled my ear for a second and cooed in my ear, “baby that was fantastic!” I felt pride inside knowing I made him feel so good. But I also felt something different. Complete and utter lust. I was high on lust. My cock was completely hard, up against my belly. My nuts were drawn up close to my body and I wanted to cum badly.

Scott’s cock was still buried inside me, I still held most of his 9 inches in my asshole. I flexed my ass back on him and started fucking myself back on him. His cock was loosing its hardness, so I needed to be quick. I started slamming back into him. Ramming it in and out fast, careful not to go out too much, scared that it wouldn’t go back in. I could feel cum leaking out of my hole, but that cum was my savior. It kept his knob lubed up and allowed me to fuck myself back on him. Neither one of us said a word. But I did a lot of moaning and crying out with pleasure. I really started to enjoy the feel of that thick cock entering into me from behind.

My thrusting seemed to take on urgency. His hands left my body and he stood up straight. I could feel his cock getting softer, but it stayed semi-hard. Even this way, he was still bigger than me. Scott’s hands lay on my waist and I had to reach back with my hands to his hips to make sure we stayed coupled. I started laying it back to him harder and faster. I was about to cum. My hands dug backwards into his ass and I slammed back into him. My cock was so hard up against my body and I was leaking so much precum out of it my whole entire lower abdomen was coated in my juice.

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I was 22 years old, slim and very athletic, have always had girlfriends and have always been very dominant with them. I grew up privately schooled and in the church, but still loved taking my girl whenever and wherever like a normal guy… Until I met a guy named G.

I met him while bowling, an athletic looking 34 year old black guy, not sure why he suddenly took interest in being my friend, but I didn’t have many other than my girlfriend, so I appreciated the friendship. We watched sports on tv and hung out. It was a great friendship.

One evening, he had come over, and it was late, so he asked if he could just stay the night. I said of course and gave him a pillow for the couch. I went to bed without thought. Not long after, he wanted to be in the bed because the couch was uncomfortable, which I thought was strange but alright. I turned over and tried to sleep, wondering what was up with him. He then shocked me like I had never been before. He started touching me, almost as if caressing me. It freaked me out. I moved, but when I did I brushed over his crotch, and felt how monstrous and hard he was. I immediately tensed up, and realized how fast my heart was düzce escort beating, and what was going on.

I put my hand back on his cock and felt him through his pants, it was enormous, and I was the reason. Not wanting to disappoint him, I slowly pulled him out of his pants and started exploring him with my hand, my back still to him. At this point I was shaking because I had no idea what I was doing nor have I seen it… yet… I turned over and faced him, and he guided me down to his waist with his hands and stuck it in front of my face. I tasted him very slowly, opening my mouth has best I could to fit him in. He like it and I began feeling proud that I was pleasing him and took more of him in my mouth. He was a good ten inches.

After a while of this, he got me out of my pjs, and I ended up on top of him, in the 69 position. I sucked him the best I could as he started playing with my ass. I had never felt a tongue all over my hole before and it was amazing. He knew what he was doing and he fucked my ass with his tongue for so long as I moaned while sucking him. My hands played with his balls as he kept edirne escort tonguing my ass and I obediently bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I started really enjoying it.

I surprised both of us, and turned around and tried to sit on his cock. Slowly but surely, I eased his head in my ass. It hurt but I wanted more. I wanted to please him. When I took his cock inside me for the first time, I felt so filled. I was shaking rigorously which made him feel good, and so I started playing with his balls while I rode him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I shook my hips quickly like my girl would do, and I was so proud. He said he wanted my virginity and this was his plan all along, and me having no idea turned him on. Moaning with him inside me, shaking, and feeling his pulse through his cock, I said my ass is yours. He came very heavily. I could feel every time he squirted. It felt like he was in my stomach.

He pulled out and I immediately started sucking him. I wanted to continue pleasing him. I sucked him for a good ten minutes before he got me into doggie and plunged me as deep as he could. I couldn’t elazığ escort stop gasping loudly every time he rammed me. His balls slapped up against mine and he muffled my yells with his hand, and kept pumping. He said I was his bitch now and slapped my ass. All I could moan was yes over and over. He pounded me so hard that I would have flown across the room had he not had a hold of my neck and face. He pulled out and squirted all over my face. It was warm, and made my face and lips tingle. I was covered in it, and I went back to sucking him.

By this time I was so open, he could do whatever he wanted with me. I went on my back and he shoved his meaty cock in me missionary. He got very deep every thrust. I moaned very loudly, and he kept muffling me. It wasn’t until he came for a third time, that I realized I wanted to be the best he’s ever had, and I was willing to do anything for that. I sucked him clean again and this time he really fucked my face. Twenty minutes of this and he said he would reward me. He came and filled my mouth so quickly with his cum, I gagged on it. I swallowed most of it and coughed up the rest. He told me to go get cleaned up and I did.

For a year, I was to wait on him, every time he came over, I was to serve him. He taught me how to please a man, and showed me how great it was. I craved him at all times. It was crazy because I still loved to dominate women, but he showed me how good it was to be dominated as well. To this day I still think of G, eight years later.

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[Author’s Note: I’m not sure about turning this into a series. Let me hear your feedback (thoughts or idea’s welcome), and I will take it from there. Thanks again MasterofControl2003 for the excellent editing!]

I knew his game from the first moment I saw him cruising the beach. I knew he was looking for a new Daddy and I was willing to fill that role for him, but I would make him beg me first.

His body was that of a man’s although his babyface made his age harder to determine. His dirty blonde hair fell across his face and I watched his eyes go crinkly with his smile. He was shaking out his towel, trying to catch anyone’s attention. His chest and body was slim and lean with just the hint of muscle development under his tanned skin. His bright blue board shorts accentuated his slim build as they clung to his hips exposing a faint trail of hair from his navel -downward into the waistband.

He looked my way, his eyes widening in surprise as we made eye contact. I gave him an appraising look up and down his body letting him know of my interest. My eyes lingered on his crotch, just to make sure he got the point, before I turned and walked up to the bar.

I motioned to the bartender, Ted. Ted knew me and quickly made a drink for me. I had a boat at this dock and had spent the morning cleaning it as I prepared it to go out this afternoon. Ted has been a guest on my boat on a few occasions. Well, it helped that I owned the restaurant as well.

I am in my late 30’s and had come down to the island after selling my business on the mainland and more or less retiring though I now own a few new businesses on the island and even do consulting from time to time. I am pretty average looking, though more fit than most guys my age from working on my boats. Now I was able to spend a large portion of my time relaxing and indulging my vices.

I watched the beach boy come in and look around the room. I turned my head away before he could see me but as I expected he came to sit by me just a moment later. He cleared his throat in nervousness.

Ted and I were having a conversation about the weather and where I might be boating today so I did not turn to the boy. I did, however, reach over and placed my hand on his leg at mid-thigh, causing him to jump slightly. I continued my conversation with Ted, occasionally moving my hand up and down in a caress, but nothing over the top. To his credit, the boy waited patiently if a little uncertainly.

I ended the conversation by telling Ted to give the boy whatever he wanted to drink. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the boy turn to look at me in question. I casually took a sip of my drink, still having not looked at him. He nervously cleared his throat and ordered a soda.

Once Ted walked away, I turned to face the boy who was staring at me curiously. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I asked. “Someone to take care of you?”

“Um, I guess. I mean, who doesn’t want that?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood and perhaps to make his intentions less obvious.

“Do you work?” I demanded.

“Uh, no, I’m not working right now.” He lowered his eyes for a moment in shame or at least to pretend shame. “I’m actually in kind of a bind right now.”

I said to myself, ‘Just as I thought.’ He would see his opportunity and take it if I responded. Now he would give me his sob story about how his mom died and his girlfriend kicked him out and he got fired and now he had no money and nowhere to go… or something like that.

I was in no mood to listen to his tale, so I didn’t take the bait and ask him the follow up question he hoped for. Instead, I changed the subject. Ted had just brought the boy’s drink, so I asked him about the lunch specials. I ordered the catch of the day for myself and a burger for the boy. When I finished I turned back to the boy with my eyebrow raised, daring him to change the order.

He smiled tentatively, “Thanks.” I could tell that he didn’t know what to make of me.

“Don’t thank me,” I said. “I left my wallet at home. I’ll have to put you to work to pay for the meal,” I said with a straight face. It was all true, but he didn’t need to know the particulars.

He studied me for a minute before laughing timidly, not sure if I was kidding. I smiled and he visibly relaxed. “How old are you?” I asked.

“24,” was his response after a couple of beats.

“No, you’re not. Why would you feel the need to lie to a total stranger?”

He didn’t answer but ducked his head down. I lifted it with a hand under his chin and repeated my question, looking him right in the eyes. “I’m 19,” he confessed. I studied him for a moment before releasing my grip on his chin. “What happened to your last Daddy?”

He looked at me with surprise, but I had decided I might as well be straightforward. I took another sip of my drink before turning back to face him.

He muğla escort seemed unsure how to respond. I was glad he decided to be honest. “Um, his wife found out.”

I chuckled, “Well, I’m not married, so that solves that.”

I told Ted to call my cell phone when the food was ready. I stood then and, taking hold of the boy’s hand, I stepped toward the door. Again, he had a questioning look on his face, but he didn’t say anything as he followed me out the door, down the dock, and to my boat.

As we walked, still holding his hand with mine, I mused that neither of us knew the other’s name, but I decided that didn’t matter. I stepped onto the larger of my boats and helped him follow. I guided him down below into the air-conditioned cabin.

He was looking around appreciatively when I pulled him to my body and engulfed his mouth with my own. The kiss was rough and demanding and I was pleased how easily and willingly he gave up control. When I pulled back he gave a whimper. I pushed him away from me, a little roughly, and walked away. I turned on the stereo before sitting on the wide leather sofa.

“Alright,” I explained, “This is your audition. Dance for me, show me what I’d be getting.” I licked my lips, being both leering and demanding at the same time. He would submit to me; I knew he would.

Sure enough, after a short moment of thought, during which I think I heard his stomach growl in hunger, he began to sway with the music. I wasn’t really into it that much but wanted an easy demonstration of his submission to me… and he did have an awfully nice body.

He had put his shirt on before coming into the bar. This he now lifted teasingly while stroking his hand across his tight, barely defined abs. He turned around, bending over slightly, displaying his well-shaped ass pressed tightly against his shorts. Eventually he turned again, this time removing his shirt and dropping it to the floor.

His hands rubbed his chest and abdomen, grazing over his nipples. He slid his thumb into the waistband of his shorts. He pushed the shorts down his hips very slowly finally stopping with just a tantalizing strip of pubic hair peaking out of the top. He twisted with the music more, teasing me.

I was starting to get into the dance now just as my phone rang. Recognizing the number, I answered, instructing Ted to put the food into the to-go boxes. I snapped the phone closed, having barely taken my eyes off the hard, writhing body in front of me.

“Go get the food, then come straight back and finish your dance for me,” I ordered.

He paused in his dance, “Um, OK, but I don’t have any money.”

“Your answer should be ‘Yes Sir’ and you won’t need any money. Just go, quickly.”

“Yes Sir,” he responded before pulling his shorts back up and turning. During his absence I took the opportunity to adjust my growing hard on. It was a little uncomfortable the way it was situated and I was thinking that I didn’t want him to see the effect he had on me.

I was standing at the wet bar pouring myself a drink when he returned. I motioned for him to put the food on the table then strolled to meet him in the center of the room again. I kissed him deeply, and he moaned as I pinched a nipple on his still bare chest. Although I enjoyed hearing his moans, the true intent of this kiss was merely to ensure he hadn’t been eating without my permission. Satisfied that the taste in his mouth was all him, I returned to my seat on the couch.

I gestured to that he had the floor, indicating I wished him to resume his dance. A playful smile came across his face as his hips resumed their gyrations. He again tucked his thumbs under the waist band of his shorts but wanted to tease me some more before lowering them.

Feigning disinterest I pulled out my phone to call Angel, my live-in submissive. “Angel, I’m taking the boat out and there is someone new I’d want you to meet.”

I ignored Angel’s questions and watched as the beach boy turned in front of me, lowering his shorts, revealing his perfectly smooth ass. My mouth broke into a wide grin for a moment but I quickly recovered before the boy had a chance to see this effect.

Angel repeated a question I had missed, regaining my attention. “No, we don’t need anything. I’ll order food for you. You have 15 minutes.” I ended the call without waiting for his answer.

Angel would be hurt that I had another boy here but I liked keeping him on his toes. Angel was few years older than this boy but he was short and muscular rather than thin and lean. They would make an interesting pair for me to play with.

The boy turned now, slowly pulling his shorts down and eventually off, revealing a nice six inch cock and a pair of nearly hairless balls. For a moment my mind went blank and I forgot what I had been thinking about. ordu escort Then, dialing Ted, I ordered food for Angel before I forgot what I was doing again.

When I finished the call, I tossed the phone to the side and beckoned the boy forward. He danced closer before straddling my lap. I enjoyed the feel of his knees on either side of me as he continued dancing in my lap. His hard cock was quite obvious as he tried to rub against me as often as possible. I reached out and rubbed my hands down his trim chest, caressing and tweaking his stiff nipples. I enjoyed the way he ground his crotch down into mine, my hard-on again growing painful in my pants.

I wrapped a hand around his throat, firmly, but not cutting off his air supply. He stiffened slightly but still willingly submitted to my control. I breathed deeply, letting the feeling of my power and control wash over me. As much as I loved it, I was ready for the next step.

“Get down on your knees and suck my cock, you slut,” I whispered into his ear before biting his neck. I didn’t draw blood but I was quite firm none the less. I released him and he dutifully slid down to his knees while licking his lips in anticipation.

He reached for my fly, but I grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He looked up at me questioningly. “What do you want, boy?”

“I want to suck your cock, Sir,” he responded easily. I had known he would adjust to a submissive position easily.

“Ask me nicely, whore.” I released his hands and stood before him, rubbing my hard cock through the material of my pants.

“Please, Sir. Please let me suck you hard cock. Please let me taste you, Sir,” he whispered.

I slowly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. His eyes followed my hand down and every movement of my fingers. My waiting cock sprang forth from my pants, ready to be pleasured. I slowly stroked it up and down a few times, “Open your mouth, you fucking slut.”

He seemed to really get off on my degrading talk and eagerly opened his mouth while sticking his tongue out a little. I smacked his cheeks with my hard cock leaving a slimy trail of pre-come behind. My thick 8 inches was ready for him. I squeezed it tightly, milking a big drop of pre-come to the tip. “Lick it, slut. Show me how much you like the taste of my cock.”

He eagerly leaned forward, tongue extended, moaning as he tasted my liquid. He lapped at my cock head, licking all around, exactly as commanded, before continuing down the shaft. “Now suck it, boy.”

He slurped down my length, his lips caressing me, trying to get as much of my cock in his mouth as possible, but he was not able to swallow the whole thing. I decided to help him out. I grabbed his head with both of my hands and thrust deep into his mouth, feeling my prick hit the back of his throat as he gagged on my meat.

“Yeah, take it, you dirty whore,” I encouraged him. Tears were leaking from his eyes, but he made no move to stop me. He held onto my hips as I thrust deeper into his throat. I moaned out loud, loving the power, “Oh, yeah, baby, take it.”

He was slobbering all over my cock, his spittle dribbling down his chin and his tears flowing more freely. I thrust in deeply and held his face down on my crotch, blocking his breathing for about 10 seconds before releasing him. I did not let him all of the way off my cock, though, and thrust back in almost immediately.

I heard Angel gasp behind me as he walked in, and saw the boy. I wasn’t surprised to see the hurt expression on his face. “Put the food on the table and get over here,” I ordered, angry that he would think he could be possessive of me. He bowed his head and rushed to comply. He stripped his clothes as he crossed the room as he is not allowed to wear clothes indoors.

Angel knelt next to my beach boy with his head still bowed. Even with my cock still angrily banging in and out of the boy’s mouth, he was still trying to glance at Angel. I briefly admired the sight of the two of them together, next to each other, before pushing the boy’s face off of my cock.

I grabbed Angel’s hair and lifted his face from its bowed position, and immediately thrust deeply into his gorgeous mouth. I watched the boy bend over, coughing and panting, relieved to be rid of the intrusion to his throat. My Angel moaned as I slid fully in and out of his throat. I stopped thrusting and let him lick and suck me at his own pace. I was dangerously close to coming but didn’t want to do so yet.

Angel had an amazing mouth, with fully pouty lips that didn’t quite fit with his thick muscular physique. In fact, his lips are what first drew me to him. But it took me nearly a month of teasing and torturing before he was willing to submit to me and I was able to claim that amazing mouth.

The boy seemed to have recovered and was watching my Angel work his magic, osmaniye escort his eyes occasionally checking out Angel’s erect cock. I walked backwards, my fist in Angel’s hair and cock still in his throat, bringing him along for the ride. He shuffled forward on his knees until I sat back on the couch. I slumped down, ass almost off the seat and pulled Angel up to sit next to me without letting him release my cock.

“Come here and work on my balls, slut,” I instructed the boy. I pushed Angel’s head down firmly onto my cock, burying myself deep in his throat. I marveled at how calmly he accepted this abuse, tongue licking around the base while waiting for me to release him.

The slut came crawling over and went joyously took to licking and sucking my balls. Despite myself, this attention made me moan. I pulled Angel all the way off my cock, his hand quickly replacing his mouth. He looked at me with lustily, his bright blue eyes half lidded. I put one hand on the boy’s head, encouraging him at his work, while the other brought Angel’s face to my own for a kiss.

Angel’s soft lips and amazing tongue, in addition to the boy’s nibbling on my balls, had me in exquisite agony. I moaned, my hips thrusting forward in Angel’s hand. I enjoyed his mouth briefly but again was getting close to coming and had to stop him.

I pushed him gently off the couch, and pointed to the boy at my feet, “Get his ass ready, Angel.”

I could tell by the slump of his shoulders that Angel was not happy to be given this task but he knew better than to object. Since I keep my boat well stocked for all my needs, it was easy for Angel to grab a tube of lube before kneeling behind the boy.

I pulled the boy off of my balls, wanting to watch his face as Angel prepared him. Angel pushed his middle finger into the boy’s asshole. Just as I imagined, the boy’s face was euphoric, his fluttering eyes closed as he let out a moan. “You like that, don’t you, slut?”

“Oh, yes Sir!” he moaned, opening his eyes to look at me. I responded by shoving him back down on my cock. He continued to moan as he sucked on my cock. I love the feel of moans vibrating around my cock, and wasn’t disappointed as Angel continued stretching his hole, adding a second and third finger.

I enjoyed the view for as long as I could take it, burying my cock deep in the slut’s throat, choking him, before pulling him off and standing up. “Stand up,” I directed him, “and lean your body over the couch.” He did as I instructed, “Now tell me what you want, you fucking whore.”

“Please, Sir, I want you to fuck me, Sir!”

I smacked my hand across his ass a few times, not verbally responding. I stood Angel up and wrapped his lubed hand around my hard cock. Angel pumped gently, sensing how close I was. I took the lube from him, squeezing some out, and began to stroke his fat cock with it.

Angel has a short cock, but it is so fat it has to be at least five inches around. While I am circumcised, he is not, and I never tire of playing with his soft brown foreskin. I stroked him now, squeezing his cock past his comfort level but not quite to the point of pain.

When I was satisfied with his hand job I stopped him and pointed to the boy. As he turned from me I slid one greased finger into Angel’s ass hole. “I know my Angel is nice and clean for me. I don’t like fucking dirty little sluts.”

With that, Angel pointed his now fully lubricated cock at the boy’s ass and began to thrust into the boy, forcing a whimper from him. I continued to finger Angel as he plunged deeper into the boy. When his cock was buried all the way I roughly bent him over the boy and shoved most of my cock into him in one deep thrust.

Within moments, the three of us had established a nice rhythm, Angel rocking between the boy and myself. We were moaning and groaning, my only regret was not being able to watch the boy’s face as he made his incredible noises. I leaned over and bit my Angel on the neck, finding that tender spot I love so much. He moaned out loud, sending shivers down my spine.

“Are you ready to come, slut?”

“Yes Sir, please, I NEED to come, Sir!” he answered me breathlessly.

“Stroke his cock Angel,” I kissed the neck in front of me. “You may come when he does.”

I watched Angel’s arm move from the boy’s hip to reach around the front. In almost no time at all, the boy was crying out and Angel increased his thrusting. When I felt Angel’s ass gripping my shaft with his orgasm, I lost it, spewing my white-hot come into my Angel.

The three of us collapsed onto the floor in a tangled, sweaty, panting heap. I chuckled at the look on the boy’s face; it was one of wonder and amazement. Angel sought my face and kissed me deeply, gently.

I left the two of them laying there while I went to the bathroom to clean up. They were sitting on the floor when I emerged, now clothed. I addressed the boy, “If you enjoyed that and think you can take more, then you may join us for our trip this afternoon. If you’re not interested, you have 30 seconds to take your food and get off my boat.”

With that I stepped outside to begin casting-off the lines. I didn’t wait for an answer. I knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

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Ever since I could remember I’ve had this dirty little thought about older ‘daddy-types’ teaching a younger twink how to suck dick and take a good fucking.

This real life story is about the first time I ever sucked a daddy dick…

Well, for starters, I am in my late twenties but can pass for about 21-22 if I shave and wear the right type of clothing. I’ve always thought I had a nice bubble butt and could picture someone fucking it, sucking it, doing all the dirty things that should be done to it.

So I decided I’d travel for the first time alone before I got into my thirties, and also decided that there were some things that I needed to get ‘out of my system’ before hitting the dirty thirties.

I booked a flight to visit Hong Kong, as it was always a place that had excited me. Asian men do not excite me, but the city itself is bustling and full of mature foreign men who want to explore their appetite. This was the time… the time I was going to have my daddy fantasy and go full steam ahead without looking back.

I spent a few weeks searching and placing ads on websites like Craigslist, trying to meet someone who I thought fit. I don’t find myself attracted to men, but I do find myself attracted to the idea of sucking cock, taking cock, but only by a mature man who is gentle and has a nice cock. Whatever that means… I’ve never had someone else’s cock in my hand, mouth or ass before. The idea of it gave me this sensation that I have never had with a woman before.

So finally I met two guys online who seemed to fit the part of what I was looking for. I decided to go with this guy named Sean. He worked in finance, was married, and had a few children. He sent me pics of his cock and face so I could be sure I was safe and knew who I was meeting. He sounded like he really wanted my virgin mouth around his cock.

I bursa escort was extremely nervous because I had never been with a man before, especially in a foreign country, and with someone I met online. I was in my hotel room alone feeling confused, horny, nervous. Anyway, he offered to bring some beer to the hotel and said he would be there in 15 mins. I wasn’t truly ready for the experience but I had waited long enough and had to know what a mature and gentle daddy dick tasted like. I’d seen enough pornos to help guide me through the cock sucking process, but still I was hesitant as it was my first time.

He arrived at about 8pm to the floor of my hotel. I opened my hotel room and introduced myself to him before letting him come in. He was tall, fit and toned, bald, glasses, and a gentle and kind looking man. When he came in I had just got out of the shower, hair still wet, and only had on a t-shirt and my underwear.

There were two beds in the small room, so we both sat on separate ones while we cracked open a beer. I didn’t know how to really start it and didn’t want to be too aggressive, so I am glad that he asked me if I was comfortable that he took his pants and boxers off.

When he slid off his underwear and his nice thick cock and balls fell out, I was trying not to salivate and look stupid. I sipped my beer and couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. He could notice that I was intrigued and stood up and asked if I wanted to touch it. I looked up at him and nodded, yes. I reached out and grabbed his cock with my hand and started stroking it gently as I looked him in his piercing blue eyes. It started to get hard in my hands and felt so good it gave me goosebumps.

After about 30-40 seconds, his hard and throbbing dick was in my hands and I couldn’t resist it anymore. On my knees çanakkale escort in between the two beds, I looked up at him and slowly wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and I heard him moan. I had the thick head in my mouth and was using my tongue to lick around it. I put my hands on his ass and slowly pushed him forward while his cock slid deeper into my mouth. He let out a sexy moan and told me I was doing a good job.

I slowly went back and forth on his cock for about 5 minutes before he started to increase the tempo. I put my hands on his legs and let him hold my head as he guided his cock in and out my mouth. At one point his cock slipped out of my mouth and his wet cock slid all over my face. It felt so hot and I felt like his little bitch. He rubbed his cock on my face and all over my tongue before slowly putting it back in my mouth as he looked deep in my eyes.

I was sucking cock. I was actually sucking a cock. Not just any cock, but a sexy daddy cock. It felt… really good!

After a few minutes on my knees staring up and pleasing this daddy’s cock, he sat down on the bed while I was in between his legs letting his cock go down my throat more and more. His head was so soft and squishy, not what i thought a cock would feel like, but I liked sucking the head of his penis and kissing it while it stood hard and at attention.

While he lay on his back I began slowly licking his big balls as his wet cock was standing right in front of me. I then ran my tongue from his balls all the way up his shaft and back to the tip of his cock again. He was telling me things like “good boy,” and “you are a great cock sucker.”

His words of encouragement made me feel really turned on and excited. I looked down at my cock and had the biggest hard on I think I’d ever had rize escort in my life. As I got use to having a cock inside my mouth I became more comfortable and was able to push his dick deeper into my wet mouth.

I climbed onto the bed, still in between his legs, while still worshipping his daddy dick. He was telling me I was way better than his Asian wife and that he couldn’t believe this was my first time. I was still there slurping away on this man’s cock and he kept lifting my head up because he was going to bust his load but didn’t want to.

In my head I always thought that there was no way I would want to taste cum, not even my own. I always thought that was disgusting!

I was sucking on his dick much faster now and could feel it pulsating. His pre cum was dripping out and I sucked up every drip of it. Even though I did not want to taste cum, or never had the desire, I didn’t want to remove my mouth from his thick cock. I wanted to please him and help him climax so badly.

His cock was bouncing off the back of my throat and my hand slipping up and down his wet cock made him weak and I could feel his body reacting. He kept saying I am going to cum, I am going to cum, but I didn’t remove my mouth. The next thing I know his warm load shot deep into my mouth and as I realized this I opened my mouth and my saliva along with his hot cum dripped out of my mouth and all over his cock. I quickly sucked the rest that was coming out of his cock.

I was breathing deep breaths as i was tired from pleasing this man so intensely. I felt a huge rush all over my body. I felt satisfied. I felt dirty. I felt like daddy’s little bitch.

Shortly after we talked a bit and then he left to go back to his kids. He emailed me right away to thank me and tell me how shocked he was that it was my first time sucking cock. He begged me to have him over again as many times as possible before I left town.

I felt so dirty but so good at the same time. I was so turned on by the whole older-younger scenario and I had such a great time, I had to see him again. After all, I did not get a chance to feel daddy’s cock inside of my ass. I wanted it soooo badly!!

To be continued…

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Hi, I’m Karl, I live in Newcastle with my parents (Alan and Caroline) and go to university. I am 19 years old and heterosexual, or so I thought…

I first started looking at girls when I was around 13 or 14, I had a few girlfriends but they were only high-school girlfriends, the type of relationship that last a week or two then ends. I think the longest I had ever been with somebody was four and a half weeks. The girls that I liked were always slim and wore a lot of makeup. As I grew older I became more interested in my school work and gave up on relationships, although I still got horny. My nightly routine would be; go home get showered, changed, go out with my friends for an hour or so then go back home and study. When I had finished studying I would jerk off to some porn on the internet. I loved porn with busty blondes and always more than one man. I knew I liked men but I didn’t want to admit it. However one night I decided I would try out the “gay” side of me.

I knew what I was going to do that night. The night went on as it did any other night, I came in from university, had a shower then got changed, I went out with my friends for an hour then went home. When I eventually got home I realised that I didn’t have any studying to do. I walked into the living room where my parents were watching the TV.

“Had a good night son?” asked my dad.

“Yeah, it was good, but tonight I don’t have any studying to do so I’m just going to sit in here with you for a while, is that alright?”

“Yes dear, you know you can sit with us anytime you want.” my mother said

“Thanks mum.”

I smiled at her and started to watch the TV, I soon got bored, it was a cooking programme and I didn’t really like that sort of thing. I went into my bedroom and realised that I was getting a little horny, I got out my laptop and set it down on my bed. I got up and closed the curtains, when they were closed I shut my door and started to take off my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror as I slowly pulled off my shirt and unzipped my pants, I stood naked examining my body. I looked at my body from head to toe and picked out the things that I liked about myself; tall, dark hair, smooth toned body, hairy muscular legs and feet that are not to big and not to small. I then focused on my crotch; trimmed tidy pubic hair, loose scrotum and a four and a half inch flaccid penis. I loved the fact that I had a big penis and I knew that I was bigger than most of the guys in my class. When in the showers there was only one of the guys that was bigger than me, he was called Jamal. As far as I know his dad was black and his mother was white, fortunately he had been blessed with a big penis, he was at least five and a half inches long and he was a bit thicker than me too. This didn’t bother me though because I still had a big dick and all of the guys on my football team knew it. I was still looking in the mirror at my dick when I heard a knock on the door;

“Don’t come in, I’m getting changed, just speak to me while you’re out there I can still hear you.”

“Ok, I just wanted to ask you, did you have something to eat while you were out with your friends or do you want me to cook something for you now?” came my mothers reply.

“Oh, I had something when I was out, I hope you don’t mind?”

“That’s fine darling, if you get peckish later I’ll make you a sandwich ok?

“Yeah mum, that would be great, thanks”

“No problem”

Is it just me, or do parents always come up to your bedroom at the wrong time? Anyway, I walked over to my bed (still naked) and sat down in front of my laptop. I connected it to our wireless internet and went onto my favourite porn site, just like I normally do. The only thing that was different this time was, when I went into categories, instead of clicking on group, I clicked on the one just before it which read Gay. A buzz immediately ran through me as the thumbnails showed men sucking, fucking and cumming. I felt my cock stir and I knew that I liked it. The first video was called “Bareback dreaming.” I liked the sound of the title so I clicked on it, it started off with a man lying in his bed asleep, the camera then focused on the door and another guys came in, they were both gorgeous, I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. The guy that came through the door went over to the still sleeping guy and started to stroke his chest, he then pulled down the sheets and stroked what was hidden in the briefs. I grabbed my dick and started a nice steady rhythm, by now I was completely hard, my full nine inches felt good in my hand as I steadily pulled up and down. Meanwhile in the video the guy had woken up and was sucking bilecik escort the other guys dick, this was great, it was so much more exciting than straight porn. It was just getting into the bareback part and I knew I couldn’t hold off any longer, less than a minute later I started shooting my load, six hot jets of cum came rushing out of my big hard dick, it felt so good. I cleaned the cum off my bed and went to have my second shower of the night. When I was finished in the shower I went back into my bedroom and fell into a long deep sleep.

A few months went by and this routine carried on. I loved the porn at first but then it started to get boring. I didn’t tell my friends that I liked man on man action but I told them that I was bored of porn and asked them if they had any suggestions what I could do to get myself off instead. One of them told me I should try out c2c, at first I laughed and told him that wasn’t going to happen. I was told I could meet up with somebody or even get a girlfriend, I didn’t like any of these suggestions but when I got home I changed my mind. When I got home I sat with my parents for a while then went to my room. I remembered my friend telling me to do a c2c, when I started thinking about it I stated to think it was actually a good idea. The first thing I did was set up a fake Hotmail account it didn’t take long, just under five minutes. I then found a free gay chat room and sent a message to everybody in it

“19 year old guy here. I’m gay and have a nine inch cock anybody interested in c2c with me?” At first I didn’t get a reply but then I got a private message saying

“I’m a 39 year old man, I’m in good shape and have a 10 inch dick, are you interested?”

It didn’t sound very appealing, he was the same age as my dad! I sat there for about a minute then replied,

“Yes I am interested, here is my e-mail, add me” I sat for about five minutes and I got a little message saying that he had added me, did I want to accept? I clicked accept and opened a conversation. I started to talk to him;

“So, you’re 39?”

“Yes, and you’re 19?”

“Yeah, where are you from?”

“Newcastle, you?”

“Newcastle.”

“Oh, so what’s your name then?” I already knew the answer to this because it said “Alan says:” but I was making conversation and I thought this was a good way to do it.

“Alan, and what’s your name?”

“Karl.”

“So, what do you work as?”

“I’m a manager at a bank, and what about you?”

“Oh, I’m still at university, I’m studying to be a doctor.”

“Sounds nice, hope I’m not being to pushy but I’m really horny can I put my cam on?”

“Yeah, go ahead, I hope you don’t mind but this is my first time doing this so can I just watch for a while?”

“Yes, take all of the time you need.”

“Thanks.”

What I seen next almost gave me a heart attack, the camera finally connected and it was focused on the mans body, he was telling the truth he was in shape. He then moved the camera down to his crotch, he already had his cock out and it was growing, when it reached its full length it looked like it should have been in a porno. He wasn’t lying he really was 10 inches long and thick. He stood up and I saw my parents bedroom, it suddenly all added up, 38 years old, in Newcastle, a bank manager and the same bedroom as my parents. I was watching my father jerking? I felt sick at the thought and quickly turned the camera off. He sent me a message saying;

“What is wrong? Have you got cold feet?”

I didn’t know what to write, I turned my computer off and tried to get to sleep. It was almost impossible, I kept dreaming about him. I know this sounds wrong but I actually liked what I saw. I wanted to see it in real life but I couldn’t do that to my dad, it would kill him to know that it was me he was talking to. I decided I would spend some time alone with my dad and ask him a few questions.

The next day I told my friends that I wouldn’t be going out with them that night, when I got home I went straight into the kitchen where my dad was eating his dinner.

“Dad?”

“Yes son.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, you know you can ask me anything.”

“This is really hard for me to say this but, I’ve been having these feelings towards men and I was wondering whether or not you have ever had feelings towards men?”

“Oh god, I wondered if this day would come.”

“How could you possibly wonder if this day would ever come?”

“Because when I was your age I went through the same thing, what I am telling you now can never be manisa escort repeated, am I understood?”

“Yeah”

“Ok, like I said I had the same feelings when I was your age, but I decided to ignore them and live a normal life. I did think about being gay but your grandma and granddad always told me that they couldn’t wait to have grandchildren, I couldn’t let them down could I? That’s when I met your mother, at the time she was so beautiful, when we eventually got together I didn’t think about being gay again. When she gave birth to you I had done what my parents wanted of me so I started messing around with a few of my friends when we were drunk, we never got as far as sex but I’ve been told that I give a good hand job. Anyway, it’s funny you should ask this now, I just started thinking about it again the other day, that’s a bit weird don’t you think?

“Dad I have to tell you, I can’t do this to you, please don’t be upset, I didn’t know.”

“What is it son?”

“I’m really embarrassed talking about this but it has to be said, last night I know you were in a gay chat room, then you went on to do c2c with some guy.”

“How do you… It was you wasn’t it? It all fits 19, Newcastle and studying to be a doctor.”

“Yes dad, I had no idea until you stood up and I could see your room.”

“I’m so sorry son, if I knew I wouldn’t ever have done it. How could I ever make it up to you?”

At this point I noticed the bulge in his suit pants.

“You do know I can see that right?”

“Well there’s no point in hiding it is there? You’ve already seen it hard without clothes so it doesn’t really matter does it?”

“The weird thing is dad, I’m getting hard just looking at it.”

“Are you being serious or are you just messing me around?”

“No I’m being serious, I hate to ask you this but do you mind taking it out? Like you said, I’ve already seen it so what’s the harm?”

“I don’t know son… If I did it would make this whole situation illegal.”

“Yeah you’re right just forget it, we’ll pretend that we’ve never had this conversation.”

I picked up his empty plate and put it in the dishwasher, when I turned around my dad was stroking his hard cock through his pants.

“Who said I don’t like illegal?”

With that he unzipped his pants and let out his hard cock, it looked even better now than it did on the camera last night. He started stroking it, it’s funny he reminds me of an older me.

“So you like my dick?”

“No dad I think I love it”

“Well come on, this is the second time you have seen mine and I haven’t seen yours since you were a child”

“Are you sure we should do this?”

“Who’s going to find out Karl?”

I slowly unzipped my pants and my rock hard cock came out like a compressed spring. I looked at my dads dick then at mine, I only had a couple of years left for my dick to reach maximum length and I hoped mine would be the same size as his.

“Wow, you look just like I did when I was your age, I wonder if you feel the same.”

With that he reached out and grabbed my dick, he started stroking me and there’s no denying it, my father’s hand really felt good pumping my hard dick.

“Dad anybody could see us in here, mum doesn’t get in for another hour can we go to your room?”

“Yes son, that’s a good idea.”

When we got into my parents bedroom my dad took off his suit jacket, then his shirt and eventually his pants, I was surprised to see he wasn’t wearing any underwear, I decided to point this out.

“Dad you aren’t wearing underwear”

“Oh , I know, underwear doesn’t feel right to me, I’m not bragging here but my dicks that big when I get a hard on it feels like I’m being castrated.”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised, you’re huge!”

“You’ll be just like this one day son and it feels oh so good.”

“I bet it does, do you mind if I feel it?”

“Son, whatever you want, I’ve grabbed yours, feel free to suck it bite it, anything as long as it doesn’t hurt I don’t care”

I motioned for him to lie on the bed and I knelt down on the bed next to him. I slowly rubbed my hands on his smooth muscled pecks, they felt great they were so hard and wet from his sweat. I put my head next to his ear and whispered

“I love you dad.”

Before he could answer I swooped down and kissed him passionately, I had my tongue in his mouth and he put his in mine, I was in heaven. This was much better than porn. We put out arms around each other and kissed for another minute or so. I broke the kiss and went down to his big uncut cock, there was pre-cum mersin escort drizzling out of the big bulbous head and it was dripping onto his lower chest. I first licked it of his chest, it tasted exactly like mine did warm and salty. I then went for his cock, I kissed his swollen head and then licked from the top to the bottom, he let out a long groan. I looked at his balls they were big and in the perfect proportion to his dick, I cupped them in my hand and they almost filled it completely, I began rolling the left one (his right) in my fingers and thumb. It felt really good rolling around in his loose scrotum. I done exactly the same to the other one then started sucking them, one at a time I sucked and rolled them around my mouth. He was groaning pretty loud now, I was surprised the neighbours weren’t knocking on our door. I grabbed his cock and rolled back his foreskin, I licked his purple head and squeezed for more pre-cum, sure enough, more came and I eagerly licked it off. Next I sucked his head into my mouth and drained him of any remaining juice, I was just about to go down when he thrust forward hard, I gagged a bit but we both ignored it. I could get about half of it in, when I tried more I gagged and stopped, my dad was pleased with what I was doing and offered to do the same for me, I accepted his offer and rolled onto my back. He knelt down beside me and did for me what I had done for him, he played with my balls and teased my head then started the sucking. He got bout two inches more of me in his mouth than I had with him, this was much better than any girl I had been with. I was going to cum I knew it but I didn’t want it to end;

“Dad I’m going to cum, stop.”

“Do you not want to cum yet?”

“No I want you inside of me first.”

“Are you sure about this? This is the first time you’ve done something like this, I tear your ass open”

“I have some lube in my bedroom can you go and get it it’s in my bottom drawer underneath my underwear.”

“Ok, just a sec.”

My dad returned with lube in one hand and his cock in another. I turned over for him and he lubed up one of his fingers, he slowly pushed into my ass, oh god I had wanted somebody’s finger in my ass for months. He told me he was going to put more fingers in one at a time to try and get me used to the size of his dick. When he had three fingers inside of me, I couldn’t wait any longer;

“Dad I’m ready”

“Ok son, it will hurt when the head goes in but after that it’s plain sailing.”

“Ok dad”

“I found condoms in your drawer with your lube do you want to use them?”

“Do you have any STIs or STDs?”

“No”

“Then there’s no need for condoms, as long as you go slow you can take me bare.”

“I will never hurt you son, I’ll stop if it does.”

“Ok”

With that said he lined his head up with my hole, he rubbed the head up and down then after five or six times he pushed at my entrance. I groaned with the pain but I think he done the best thing, the head was in now so there wasn’t as much pain after this. He pushed some more and the pain grew even more, I didn’t want to tell my dad, it was hurting but I could bear it. He kept pushing about an inch in then stopping. I knew it was all in when I felt his big balls resting against mine.

“you did it son, you took it all”

I was speechless, this felt so good, I couldn’t even reply I just groaned and groaned. He started fucking me slowly, in and out, I could feel his balls hitting mine and I loved it, he got to a point where he was comfortable and so was I then he moved in and out in a steady rhythm. When he had been going for about five minutes he started getting faster, not very fast, but fast enough. He pulled out and told me he wanted to see my expression, I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs up, again he climbed into me and did the same as last time. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better he took my cock and started jerking me. After about a minute I was going to cum and I had to take his hand off my cock. If I came now I wouldn’t want to finish.

“Why did you take my hand away?”

“Because I nearly came.”

“That’s ok, we can cum together, I’ll still jerk you off and you tell me when you’re going to cum when you do I’ll get ready and we can cum at the same time ok?”

“Ok”

He reached down a took my cock into his hand again, two minutes later I was there just about to blow my load when I shouted;

“NOW!”

He kept jerking me and I shot my load all over my chest. My dad shot deep inside of me, I felt his hot cock shoot 7 shots into my ass and the warming sensation felt great. My dad fell on top of me out of breath and sweaty. I put my arms around him and we kissed, I wanted this to last forever, I closed my eyes and felt myself fall, deeper and deeper I fell, my father did the same and we both kept falling. We had both fallen asleep and my mother was due in any minute…

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The sun was still low in the eastern sky when I stole in the gate from the parking apron into the back garden. I stealthily—and painfully—mounted the outside stairs to the garage flat, hoping that Ergon hadn’t come back in the night after I’d left him in my bed. If he had, he wasn’t here now.

I was in the kitchen, applying cold compresses to my shoulders, thighs, and buttocks when I heard sounds coming up from the alley below my window. I went over to the window. I’d spent much time here, watching the alley, trying to see whatever I could. And fortuitously now I saw what I’d been looking for all along.

A small, nondescript trade van had been backed into the alley. The van sat there for several minutes until a man showed up at the head of the alley and looked both ways before coming into the alley, passing the van, and knocking on the door of Fuad Fikret’s villa. It was the Yemeni, Murad. The Yemeni and Fikret spoke for a few minutes at the door and then Ahmed came out of the house and started helping the driver of the van, who was wearing a hoodie, with the hood pulled over his head, pull bulk-wrapped packages out of the back of the van and carry them into the house. When they were done transporting whatever it was in that direction, heavier wooden boxes came out of the villa, each one carried by Ahmed on one end and the driver on the other—and not too easily moved—and placed in the back of the van. Fikret, Ahmed, and the Yemeni watched the van drive out. Ahmed went into the villa and Fikret and the Yemeni spoke for a moment more.

I didn’t know when, if ever there would be another opportunity. I could never have hoped to have this one. I quickly opened a drawer in the kitchen and sifted around until I’d found a sharp-bladed, sheathed knife that was small enough to put in the pocket of the cargo shorts hanging over the back of a chair in the bedroom. I dared not go for the shorts, though, without knowing what the Yemeni was going to do.

When I saw him walking back to the mouth of the alley and Fikret pulling back into the villa and shutting the door, I raced into the other room, pulled on the shorts, pushed the sheathed knife down into the lower pocket on the right, and moved down the stairs as quickly and quietly as I could.

The Yemeni was still in sight when I got to the mouth of the alley. He was across the street and entering the grounds of the Anglican church, quite evidently intending to take the shortcut through the church graveyard and in the shadows of the castle wall en route to the harbor below.

I had been trained to move fast and quietly and I put this training into full use as I crossed the street and entered the church grounds. Moving faster than the Yemeni was.

* * * *

After a brief visit to the garage flat kitchen, I put on a smile and went over to the house. I knew I was much later than I’d told Ergon I’d show up. As I walked across the gallery porch, I looked through the French doors and saw Jamil and Sami working in the morning room, finishing up the painting there. They were being unusually quiet this morning, and when they looked up at me, their faces showed apprehension rather than the usual sunny welcome. They both turned back to facing the wall they were painting with only the slightest polite smile.

Ergon was in the living room. He wasn’t sporting a sunny smile either when I walked in there.

“You said you wanted to see the early morning light coming in from the garden doors before deciding the color to paint this room,” he said, as I entered. “It’s no longer early morning.” His voice was hard, resentful. This wasn’t at all like he’d been last night when he was holding and rocking me. I actually preferred this. His gentleness and evident affection last night scared the hell out of me. I’d never intended for it to be that way.

“A light yellow will do, I think,” I responded, ignoring his mood. I wouldn’t bring it up unless he did. He didn’t own me; I made my own choices. I’d never asked—or meant for—him to care. “Almost white, only showing yellow when the sun shines in in the morning. I already was pretty sure of the color.” I actually didn’t give a crap what color the room was painted. I wouldn’t be here to enjoy the house. Whoever bought it could change the colors as they wished. I had never intended being around to live here.

“So, I’ve said a color. Are we going to inaugurate this room now?” I had said it to cut the iciness in the room. It failed miserably.

“No, I don’t think so,” he answered, “unless you direct me to. I work for you and will do what you tell me I have to do.” Didn’t sound too willing, but he did look at me then. I had turned from him and walked over to the fireplace. “You have welts on your back and legs.” I could almost hear the gasp he gave at the revelation. “You didn’t have those when you came back last night. Have you been there again today—next door?”

“Not today. Later last night.” I didn’t feel the need to protect him from anything. It was time kütahya escort to end this anyway. I was getting close to the end.

“Christ, the man is going to kill you. Don’t you understand that?” His words were angry. He cared. I had to steel myself from this.

“What if he does? What a way to flame out. And it’s my choice.”

“Did you come here—to Girne—to die?”

“I came here to seek atonement and to lessen the guilt. To be punished for my guilt, yes. If that requires my life—”

“I can’t stand by and watch you destroy yourself this way. You are going out on his boat with him too, aren’t you?”

I just shrugged and turned my face to the fireplace. I couldn’t look at him. It was too hard. I cared too, and that threatened to tear me apart. “If you want to go—you and Jamil and Sami—that would be fine with me. I will pay you two week’s severance. I could pay you now—as soon as I’ve been to the bank—or bring it up to the Tree of Idleness, if you prefer. Which would you—?” But I turned then to find that I was talking to an empty room. I went out into and walked along the gallery porch to where I could look into the morning room. They were gone. All three of them.

“Shit,” I said. But it wasn’t an I’ve-got-to-find-them-and-bring-them back shit. It was a general shit about how this had ended. I’d never planned to care—about any of them. It hadn’t been something I could afford. That I found I did care was what was shit.

I slowly walked across the garden and mounted the steps to the garage flat. I moved to the balcony from where I could look over the wall and into Fuad Fikrit’s orchard garden. Ahmed, in just shorts was sprawled out on a chaise lounge between two fig trees.

“Time to drive a nail in this coffin,” I muttered to myself.

There was a garden gate leading to a narrow pathway between the entry porch to Fikrit’s villa and the wall at the back of my lot. I pushed open the gate, which screeched in protest, and walked back to the garden. Ahmed watched me approach, but he didn’t move from his sprawled position, slid down on the chase, his legs extended off to either side, and his big feet flat on the ground.

I knelt down at the end of the chaise lounge, bent over his thighs, unzipped his shorts and pulled them off his legs, and took his long cock in my mouth. I gave him great head—or so his groans were telling me.

I was quite aware that at the screeching of the garden gate, Fuad came out onto a balcony on the bedroom level and watched me kneel below Ahmed and start giving him head. Fuad had a robe on, but it was open, showing that he was naked underneath. He was smoking a cigarette with one hand and hoisting a snifter of brandy with the other.

I was on Ahmed’s lap, riding his cock, facing him, when Fuad came down from the balcony, sans cigarette and glass. He crouched behind me, his hands gliding across my body. I moaned for him and turned my face to his for a kiss. He tasted of both the smoke and the brandy.

“You too, please,” I murmured when we’d come out of the kiss. He knew I could take a double. He had both a dildo and his own cock inside me the previous night. And he didn’t require more of an invitation. He coaxed me to lean forward, almost touching Ahmed’s massive, heaving chest with mine, and to roll my buttocks up. He fingered my hole and the root of Ahmed’s cock for a moment or two and, then I was panting heavily and giving little yip yip sounds as he worked his cock, with that thick PA ring, inside my channel underneath Ahmed’s shaft.

The Egyptian lay there very still, not moving his cock, which, though, was buried to the hilt inside me, as Fikrit palmed my pecs with his hands and started to pound, pound, pound my ass. Faster and faster, causing me to writhe and bounce up and down on the cocks. With a grunt, Ahmed couldn’t hold off any longer either and he was thrusting up into me too—both on the beat of Fikrit’s plowing and off the beat. They came up inside me almost simultaneously. I had already jacked off on the Egyptian’s chest.

We held there, time and action suspended other than heavy breathing in trio.

“You take it well,” Fikrit whispered in my ear. It sounded like a compliment, but I sensed a tone of “What do I have to do to break you?” in his voice. This was where I wanted him to be. I wanted him to do what it took to break me. Ergon had warned me—twice—that going out on his yacht with him would be over the edge. That’s where I needed to take Fikrit.

“It was like riding the waves,” I murmured. “Like we were on your boat and I was riding your cock in the waves of a storm.”

“Do you want to go out on my yacht with me?” I could almost feel him wetting his lips, anticipating what he’d do to me out in international waters where I would be fully his captive, entirely at his mercy. I knew I had challenged him, that he considered me a mission now—a mission to break me completely.

“Yes, I’d like that. Do you malatya escort have some toys on your boat you don’t have here?”

“You’d better believe it,” he growled. “Saturday. Saturday I’ll take you to sea.”

Today was Thursday. The end was near. But there wasn’t much time.

We were rocking together, still fully linked, and I could feel the renewed interest in both of them. “Double me again, can you? Now. But harder. Punish me.”

They complied.

That evening I dressed in a tight T-shirt and long trousers and walked down the hill to the Harbor Club. The bar was on the second floor, overlooking the harbor through a large window looking out onto a balcony with tables. The tables were all occupied with Westerners, eating their meals earlier than the normal Cypriot dinner hour.

I sat at the bar chatting up a young American woman, who obviously was bored and cruising. I couldn’t give her satisfaction on the cruising, but I could keep her from being bored for a bit of time before an unattached man to her liking showed up. She had seen a young man slip me his phone number and blow me a kiss as she was approaching the bar. She seemed comfortable that I was a safe interlude to serious shopping.

“You sound like an American,” I said.

“Yes. American embassy,” Cynthia answered. “And you? I can’t quite place the accent.”

“Canadian. I’m into coal in Canada. But escaping the dust.”

“In Cyprus long? Have you found a good beach on the Turkish side?”

“Not long,” I said. “I haven’t found a beach I like, but there’s a pool bar, called Rosie’s on the Rocks, west from here along the coast that I like a lot. You pay by the day and there’s a great pool right on the rocks over the water. You can swim in the sea there too, if you like. And they have a bar and a covered dining area. You can do the whole day there without leaving. And it’s only used by the diplomatic corps, UN soldiers, and British expatriates.”

“Sound luscious. I’ll have to try it.”

“Did I mention that UN soldiers like to go there?” I gave her a wink. “But beware of the twilight hours on a Friday night, unless you are looking for serious action.” And that was no less than the truth. Peter and I had liked nothing more than to pick up a hunky UN soldier at Rosie’s after 5:00 p.m. to work me over and then to share me with Peter before Peter moved on to one or more of his pain-pleasure specialties.

“Then I’ll have to be sure to try it out—maybe earlier in the day, though. Going there anytime soon?”

“Tomorrow morning, as a matter of fact. And Saturday a friend is taking me out on a yacht. That long, sleek one down there.” I pointed down to Fuad Fikrit’s yacht bobbing slowly up and down off Effendi’s restaurant. “It’s called the Chankaya.”

“It’s stunning. But it probably will be scorching out in the water in the afternoon.”

“We’re going in the morning. I’m only planning up to Saturday, though. I’m making no plans after that for my life.”

“Ain’t that the Cypriot way?” she said. “Live only for tomorrow or the next day.” We both laughed. Cynthia’s laugh was a pleasant tingly one, and it drew the attention of a young, good-looking man, who saddled up to the bar on the other side of her. She turned her attention to the newcomer, younger and, one could hope, far straighter than I was, and I slipped off my barstool and faded into the shadows.

I walked back to the compound, where I walked through the rooms of my house that was under renovation, imagining how much I would enjoy it here if I had really intended to stay here. Who knew what Saturday would bring, though? Maybe I would survive and this guilt inside me for Peter’s death would be punished out of me enough for me to go on. Who knew? I wouldn’t be selling the place in the next day, of course. Maybe if I was still alive after the weekend, I’d keep it as an option to come back to someday in the future.

But it was so quiet in the house. I had realized how accustomed and in tune I’d become to the hammering and bantering of the three young men. How I would like for Ergon to be in the garage flat when I went up there—waiting for me in my bed. Fucking me and then holding me through the night as he had done for such a brief time last night.

Yes, I hadn’t counted on caring for those three young men.

I went up to the flat, but of course Ergon wasn’t there. I packed my suitcase, and quietly, almost surreptitiously, left the house by the front door—not by the alley, where I might be seen by or encounter either Fuad or Ahmed. Staying in the shadows, I circled around the harbor on the street above the harbor and came by the water near the Dome Hotel, where I checked in for two nights. I couldn’t face staying in the silent house I owned for the next two nights. Nor did I want Fuad Fikrit to find me and tempt me before our yachting cruise.

* * * *

The next morning, after an early breakfast at the hotel, I batman escort threw a Speedo, towel, and flip-flops in my carryon bag and walked up the hill, above the harbor, to my house, entering by the front door again. I couldn’t avoid going into the alley, as the funky old Morris Minor convertible I’d rented was in the garage under the flat. I needed a car to get to Rosie’s.

As I drove out of Kyrenia, west on the coastal road, I saw that I was being tailed by a black Mercedes sedan. I hadn’t left the house unseen. There wasn’t anything I could do about that. If Fikrit wanted to tail me to make sure I wasn’t doing anything funny before Saturday, I’d have to adjust to that. I had maneuvered him into salivating a Saturday at sea with me on purpose.

I was early at Rosie’s, but the sun was up, as was the heat, and the water looked inviting. I rented a small room off on the opposite side of the covered restaurant terrace for the day and changed into my Speedo in there. Rosie’s had been here for decades, as had Rosie herself, a statuesque redhead given to muumuus, a sunny disposition, Margaritas, and a raucous laugh. It had been a favorite watering and cruising hole for Peter and me—especially when cruising for strapping Scandinavian UN soldiers to make up a threesome. Rosie’s wasn’t just a pool bar on the rocks over the Mediterranean. It also was a brothel. You could rent rooms on the terrace level by the kitchen and below Rosie’s flat and either bring your own or rent one of the men or women Rosie housed on the level above her flat.

If you were there at 5:00 in the evening on Fridays, you could get your action right there at the pool.

I found a chaise lounge in a long line of empty lounges, placed a book on the cushion I’d rented—a classic homosexual novel, John Richy’s City of the Night, and dove into the pool. People started to dribble in as I swam laps, trying to work out the tension in my body. A young, well-built man and his honey-blonde wife and two blonde daughters entered the pool area and took up residence on the chaise lounges immediately adjacent to the one I’d staked out.

When I rose up out of the pool and came over to my chaise and stood there, drying off with the beach towel I brought, the blonde wife and two blonde daughters went into the pool. This left the husband laid out on the chaise next to mine. He was wearing sunglasses and boxer swim trunks and reading a Greek-side English-language newspaper, the Cyprus Mail. He too was blond and of all-American jock physique. Muscled up, but only enough to look manly and capable, not a muscle freak.

I went down on my lounge bed, picked up the Richy book, and started to read. Ahmed had come into the pool area while I changed in the room I’d rented. He was laying on a lounge bed across the pool from me, stripped down to his shorts. He obviously hadn’t brought swimming trunks. He’d had no idea where I was going this morning.

The young athletic guy and I lay side by side for a while. I ordered a drink from a passing waiter, one who looked so effeminate that I figured he also was part of the brothel.

“You speak English.”

“Excuse me?” I said, turning my head to the man next to me. “Oh, yes, I’m Canadian,” I continued. “I’m Clifford Clarke.” We both reached across the divide for a short handshake.

“I’m Ted Severn,” he said. “From the American embassy. Cultural affairs. You visiting Cyprus?”

“I’m from Sudbury,” I answered. “Sudbury, Ontario. Coal. The air there has become dreadful. Much of that my fault, I’m afraid. I own a few coal mines. I was told to get out of the pollution, so I’m restoring an old Turkish house in Kyrenia. Uh, Girne, I suppose I’m supposed to call it.”

He’d spoken to me without looking at me, but I could tell that he’d seen the book I was reading. He reached into his bag and pulled out a copy of Edmund White’s A Boy’s Own Story. Another classic gay novel. He lowered his sunglasses and gave me a meaningful look before he opened the book.

The ladies reappeared, the daughters saying they were hungry and, “Could we eat now, please?”

Laughing, Ted rose from his chaise lounge and agreed to the short trip over to the covered dining terrace.

“Would you care to join us?” he asked me after introducing me to his wife and daughters.

“Sure, why not?” I looked over at Ahmed. He was still there, and he was watching me like a hawk. He changed lounge beds as I entered the dining terrace with the chattering blonde American family. He moved to one from where he could observe the full length of the dining terrace.

“I want to go back to the pool,” one of the daughters declared after she’d gobbled down her lunch.

“Me too,” chimed in the other.

“You can’t go in the pool until your lunch has had some time to digest,” the blonde wife said. “And, besides, your father hasn’t finished his lunch yet.”

“Please, Mother. Pretty please. Please, please, please.” The girls made an insistent chorus out of the demand.

“Oh, go ahead and take the girls back, Ann,” Ted said. “Clifford hasn’t finished either. The girls can go in the wading pool.” The wading pool was around the corner from the dining terrace, not in a line of sight of the terrace.

When they had gone, Ted gave me a meaningful look.

“I have a room rented right over there,” I said.

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Chapter 8: In a Grain of Sand

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

About Sid and Alan.

About boinking.

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

“Night Alan, night Lynn,” Sid said.

“Night you two,” Lynn giggled.

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

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

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

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Relax?! Shit!” I panted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” I said hoarsely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was nice,” I squeaked.

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

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I woke up looking at him looking at me.

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

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

“Every inch,” I joked.

“Ready for more?”

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

“What would that be?”

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

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

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

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

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

I called in sick.

Tabloid headline reads: Unknown homosexual couple boink to death.

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

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

…Oh look, Wes is leaning over. Twitch.

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

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

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

Reality called at 8:15 pm.

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

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

“Why don’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

011101000110111100100000011100110110010101100101001000 00111010001101000011001010010000001110101011011100110 100101110110011001010111001001110011011001010010000001 101001011011100010000001100001001000000110011101110010 011000010110100101101110001000000110111101100110001000 0001110011011000010110111001100100

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

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

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

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

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

“Bacon and eggs,” I said.

“What? What are you talking about?”

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

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

“Over there,” I murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I heard sirens.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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In Part 12…

Joe completes his move in with Doug and DJ

We learn what is happening at Southside Drug and Pharmacy

DJ learns the art of decorating for Christmas

Doug makes a sad confession to DJ

DJ Part 12

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DJ’s phone rang, and it was Jamie.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

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

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

“Do you think Dad will still be up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Joe? This is DJ.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m working 2 to 9, why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not now! It feels too good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Mom, are you OK?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get in then,” he hissed.

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

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

“Wow! I mean… why?” I stuttered.

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

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

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

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

“Drainpipe?!” I exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s it!” I sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get up,” I demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So deep…” He grunted between deep breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where the fuck are you fresher?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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In which our hero finds commerce.

It is a rainy Saturday afternoon and my wife and I are having lunch at a bistro restaurant. The weather means that the training ride has been canceled and so I have a leisure day. We have decided to lunch and then there are some shops nearby where my wife wants to browse and do some craft shopping. We are near the end of a delicious lunch when I look up past my wife and see a table on the far side of the room occupied by three men. They are talking together and one of them is gesturing in my direction. I try to ignore this and focus on the conversation with my wife. But there is something unnerving about the animation of the three men directed in my direction. And then it hits me with a shock of recognition. I realize with my stomach doing a lurch that I recognize the fellow who has been pointing at me. He is from the Mr. B party, the guy sitting directly in front of me, anxious to take Ted’s place after the show ended. And it is clear that he has recognized me. Of course I don’t know his name and he does not know mine, but that hardly matters under the circumstances.

I suggest to my wife that I will settle the bill and that she can go on ahead, that I will join her in the craft store shortly. I tell her that I need to use the rest room so I will be a few minutes. My wife agrees and rises to depart. We give each other a small kiss of fondness and she is out the door. I wave for the waitress to get the bill. As I am waiting, I see the fellow get up and approach my table. He sits down and greets me with, ‘I have been waiting for months for my session with you’. I tell him that I don’t know what he is talking about, but of course I do know. He goes on with, ‘I see you have replaced your pimp with a better act, your wife I assume’. I ask him what he wants. He answers that he already made that clear, he wants his session with me. I ask him if he is suggesting that I drop my trousers and bend over the table. He laughs and responds that he had the men’s room in mind. I tell him that he is mad and I start to get up to leave. He puts a restraining hand on mine and suggests that he could ask my wife about a better location, say our bed.

I sit back down and look at him. I ask again what he wants from me. A fuck he answers me, what he had coming at the party and what he was swindled out of by B and I. I tell him that if there was a misunderstanding that is between him and B, I got no money from him. He responds that he intends to settle the misunderstanding here and now. He tells me to get up and meet him in the men’s room. I look across the room and see his two friends still at their table watching us. I ask about his friends. Associates the fellow tells me. They ensure that there are no misunderstandings. I tell him that the party was a performance where I got paid to perform. There was nothing personal in it. I tell him that he should talk to B if he wants to arrange something further but that this is hardly the time or place. The waitress returns and I sign the credit card statement. I get up to leave and he takes my arm. There is menace in his voice as he tells me that I will regret it if I make a scene here in public. We walk toward the men’s room and I see his two associates get up and follow. We stop in the hallway and I tell him that I am not going to let him and his associates hurt me, that I am prepared to start screaming bloody murder, and that there will be police. Opening the men’s room door he tells me in the same menacing voice that I am going to love it.

We are in the men’s room, he and one of his associates whom he addresses as Bert. The other associate, Bill, is left outside the door to ensure that there are no interruptions. He is standing in front of me. He pulls money out of his pocket and slams it down on the sink counter. He looks at me and says,’ here is your money ass fuck, take it and get down on your knees’. He tells me to make it good as the sooner I am done here, the sooner I can get back to wifey. What I want more than anything is to get out of here quickly without a scene and without being injured. It will not do any good at all to have a scene that I will have to explain. I sink to my knees in front of him. I look up at the sneer of triumphant on his face as he observes to his associate, ‘you see Bert, I told you he would cooperate, a natural born cocksucker’. He looks down at me and tells me to get busy. I reach up and grab the bills, stuffing them into my pocket. I unfasten his belt buckle and pull down his zipper. I pull his clothing down to his knees. His cock is three quarters full.

I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth. I let it soak in my mouth for a few minutes. He comes to full hardness in my mouth, my tongue cradling his erection. From above I hear the menacing voice, ‘so far so good ass fuck, now start sucking, like you did to your boyfriend, if you do a better job on me than you did on him, maybe I won’t have to stuff it in your asshole to get off like he did’. I begin sliding my lips up and down on his shaft. He possesses an average organ in all respects; average ardahan escort length and girth and straight with a pointed cock head. His balls are hanging down between his legs and I reach out a hand to cup them. I roll his balls in my hand. I flick my tongue on the underside of his cock, teasing the skin of his organ. I press my lips on the shaft and slide up and down, pressing hard, sucking on his cock. I feel him throb in my mouth and begin to think that perhaps if he comes quickly, this will be over and I can escape. I reflect that this is my worst nightmare, to be recognized and exposed from an anonymous encounter.

I continue sucking, my lips on his hard shaft, just past the head, sliding up and down. He has veins in the shaft of his cock that become apparent now as he becomes more aroused. My lips slide back and forth on the ribbed shaft. I can taste his essence. My goal is to make him cum quickly and to that end I am flicking my tongue on the sweet spot of his cock, just under the head. I feel him stiffen and it is clear that he enjoys this. From above I hear his voice, ‘ah Bert, you are going to love this cocksucker’s mouth. I feel his beefy hand on my head and he pulls his cock out of my mouth, holding my head so that his cock bounces and rubs on my face. He looks down at me and tells me to lick his balls. I reach up to grab his wet cock in my hand, intending to stroke it while I lick his balls. I dip my head between his legs and lick the skin of his balls, swirling my hand on his cock shaft as I do so. I have a firm grip on his cock and pump up and down on it while I lick both of his balls. More from the voice above follows as he directs me to suck on his balls. As he says this, he takes my hand away from his cock; I can only hope because he is close to finishing. I strain my neck and suck one of his balls into my mouth, sucking on it, then switch to the other. I have my hand on his leg to maintain my balance. I hear him speak again, ‘yes nice, very nice my little ass fuck’.

I let go of his balls and take his cock back in my mouth. I have my hands on his hips and I begin sucking on his cock in earnest, my lips pressing hard on the shaft, sliding up and down on it just below the head. I resume lapping the underside of his cock shaft with my tongue, rapidly teasing the sweet spot. I hear him gasp in pleasure. He pushes my head away again, his cock fully hard and throbbing in front of my face, gleaming from the wetness of my mouth. He holds my head for a few minutes with his cock bobbing out in front of him. I know now that he is close to climax as this is an effort to delay. I feign a desperate desire to suck on his cock by pressing my head on his hand and pulling on his hips in a clear effort to take his cock back in my mouth. I hear his voice again, ‘our ass fuck here has fallen in love with my cock Bert. He can’t wait to get his cocksucking mouth back on me’. I reflect that at least a part of that is true. He releases my head and I slide my lips back over his cock. I resume sucking, enthusiastically as I am convinced that he will cum soon and this will be over.

He takes my head in his beefy hands and begins thrusting his hips, driving his cock into my mouth. I think he is probably going to try to humiliate me in front of his associate and so I am being careful to time his thrusts so that I can take deep breaths. And sure enough, he drives the head of his cock into my throat and presses my face hard against his belly. I am fortunate that he is not bigger so that I can relax and let him soak without gagging and struggling. He holds me there for a moment and then resumes rapid fucking of his cock in my mouth. I am pressing my lips firmly on the shaft of his cock and licking the underside. I hear him gasp out in pleasure and expect to feel him ejaculate in my mouth at any moment. The room has dissipated and my senses are flooded with the wet sound of his cock fucking my mouth and the hair on his belly in front of me. His trusts become frantic and I tense for his climax in my mouth. But just as I expect him to cum, he jerks his erection out of my mouth, holds the top of my head in a vice like grip and I see him pumping energetically on his cock. And then just before it happens, I realize that he intends to cum on my face. And then I feel his cum impacting on my skin; one bolt of cum, a second bolt, a third bolt of his cum on my face.

There is nothing for it but to let him finish and he does so, pumping on his cock with his hand while holding my head. He gasps out his pleasure as he ejaculates. When he is done, he rubs the head of his cock on my face to wipe off the last drop of his juice, his cum slowly running down my cheeks. He gasps a last time, releasing my head, and staggers back a step. A loud exhalation and I see him pulling up his clothes and restoring order. I start to rise, hopeful that now that he has cum, he will want to leave. But I hear him say, ‘okay Bert, your turn’. I stand and reach for paper towels to wipe my face. As I turn, I see myself in the mirror, globs adıyaman escort of his cum on my skin, slowly sinking down my face. I reflect that I have looked better. I take several towels and wipe, followed by a wet wipe. I turn and there is Bert and his boss starting at me. I toss the towels in the trash and tell them that I have been paid for one so unless they have an objection, I am leaving. The boss thinks this is funny and observes, ‘well Bert, ass fuck here has not lost his sense of humor or his balls’. Bert pushes down on my shoulder. I look at him and tell him my money first. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out some bills, and slams them down on the counter. I pick them up and stuff them in my pocket. I don’t know how much and I do not care. It is some measure of self-respect from these wonderful people that I am demanding.

I sink down to my knees, the two men staring at me. Bert unfastens and displays his cock; I note a rather ordinary affair with a pronounced right bend. He seems to have found watching me suck on his boss arousing as he is full. I take his cock in my mouth, letting him soak for a minute during which he becomes very hard. I begin sucking on his organ, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft. I ponder the relationship of these men, whether they are actually gay or if this is some sort of power trip. Bert seems to be enjoying the exercise as he is quite hard in my mouth. But he is not saying a word in front of his boss. The boss is behind me so I can’t see if he is watching. But as I am pondering this, I hear the door open and close. It is then that Bert comes to life, asking if the boss is guarding the door. A new voice that I assume belongs to Bill answers in the affirmative. Bert then reports that ‘the boss sprayed all over the cock suckers face, you should have seen it’. I gather that he found the display arousing. I press my lips harder on the cock in my mouth, flicking my tongue on the underside. I would very much like Bert to stop talking and concentrate. I begin bobbing my head faster, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft. Bert responds, ‘yeah, that’s it, suck on my big cock’. I wonder if he is talking about someone else or if he is just ignorant as to the relative size of cocks.

I take my mouth off of his cock with a big show of gasping for breath and wiping the tears from my eyes. I reach my hand up and wrap my fingers around the shaft. I begin pumping on his organ. He arches his hips out and I pump my hand vigorously on his cock, squeezing my fingers on the shaft. He is quite hard and I assume he will cum soon. I do not want him to spray his cum on my clothes so I will want to take him back in my mouth at the critical moment. I lean forward and begin flicking my tongue on the head of his cock, all the while pumping vigorously on the shaft. I hear him groan. I lean forward and take the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it and flicking my tongue over it. And then suddenly he grabs my head in both hands and begins frantically thrusting his hips, fucking his cock into my mouth. I press my lips on the shaft. He responds with a groan of pleasure and drives his cock into my throat and holds my head there in a death grip. I was not expecting this and so have been caught off guard on my breathing. Fortunately he is not large and so has not penetrated far, but even so, it takes all of my will power to repress a choking struggle. I don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Finally he jerks his cock out of my mouth and I gasp a great inhalation. My eyes are watering so that I can hardly see but of course I know his cock is just there in front of me. He is still holding my head in his hands and I try to lean forward to take him back in my mouth. There is no point in a delay to let him cool off.

He strains against me but I pull on his hips and I get my lips around the head of his cock, resuming my squeezing and sucking on his organ. I feel him throb and then his hands relax. I take his cock in my mouth and suck vigorously, my lips pressing on the shaft just past the head. As I suspected, he was trying to cool for a moment but now it is all over for him as I feel him stiffen in my mouth. I flick my tongue rapidly on the underside of his cock and I feel him respond by going rock hard. He groans, presses his hand hard on my head to prevent me from withdrawing, and ejaculates in my mouth. I stop moving the instant I taste his cum flowing onto my tongue. I relax and let him finish in my mouth. He reposes for some minutes, the room in utter silence. I can only assume he was embarrassed about expressing much pleasure in front of his colleague, but it is clear that he very much enjoyed his blowjob. Eventually he withdraws from my mouth and steps back. He observes to Bill that I am a talented cock sucker. He restores order to his clothes and tells Bill that he will wait outside.

And then it is the last of the three. I wipe the tears from my eyes and look up at him. ‘Well?’ I ask. He unfastens and displays his specimen. I observe that he is not fully hard karabük escort and that gives me pause as he is enormous. I look from his cock up to his face and back again. He says not a word. I look back up at him and ask if his boss has seen this thing at full mast. He answers no. I respond that he should take my advice and keep it that way as he is much, much larger than his employer who I judge would not be happy to be known as small cock. I lean forward and take the head of his cock in my mouth. It is not altogether an easy thing as he really is a mouthful. The head itself is not overly large but the shaft just past the head swells to an enormous girth. He is uncut and if it were me, I would deal with this extra and unnecessary material as he must have a hard time finding someplace to implant this monster. I wrap my hand around the shaft and begin pumping on it. His cock is full but not excessively hard. I continue pumping my hand on his cock at a modestly slow pace and squeeze the shaft with my fingers as I do so. I would very much like him to get harder as I will know that I am making some progress at this exercise.

But in that objective I am disappointed. He is full and I taste the essence of him on my tongue. But his organ does not firm up. I begin to wonder if this is a species that I occasionally see in porn films, so large a girth that there is not enough blood flow to get really hard. With some effort, I slide my lips down the shaft of his cock. My mouth is full to the point of being stuffed and I have only half of him. I continue my pumping on the shaft, letting him soak in my mouth as I do so. I have my tongue cradling the cock but my mouth is so full that I can hardly lick to any great effect. I slide my mouth down further on the shaft until I have him pressing on my throat. There is no way that I can swallow an organ of this size but I am hoping that the sensation will be sufficiently pleasurable that he will climax. I reach between his legs and cup his balls and he responds immediately with a groan of pleasure. I continue pumping on the shaft while I milk his balls in my hand. My jaws begin to hurt from the strain of his enormous cock. I reflect on the burden of living with such an organ. Where does one find to put it? And once having found a berth, the lack of rigidity means that it would be a constant struggle to keep it inserted.

That this is so is made clear when I begin to slide my mouth back off of his cock. I hope to ease the strain on my jaws for a moment, but I immediately feel his hand on my head, gently urging me back. I squeeze his balls and slide my mouth back on his cock, now sliding my lips up and down on the shaft, as deeply as I can manage. My jaws ache and I am tearing from the strain. I am squeezing his cock in my mouth, more from the enormous girth of the organ than any deliberate strategy. But the effect is the same and it becomes clear that my efforts have had a satisfactory effect. I feel his legs begin to shake. I steel myself to continue sliding my mouth up and down on the shaft despite my aching jaws. I hear him gasp in pleasure and he murmurs ‘don’t stop, oh please don’t stop’. And then I feel the faintest taste of him, I assume an ejaculation but I am not sure. I continue sliding my mouth slowly up and down the shaft until finally I hear an exhalation and his hand on my head stops my movement. I let go of his balls, release my hand on the shaft of his cock, and I let him repose in my mouth. Since he never really got hard, there was little sense of a pre-climax stiffening and there is no obvious post climax deflation. Finally he takes a step backward and withdraws from my mouth, wrapping his hand around his cock as he does so. He squeezes himself in his hand with an exhalation, I assume from pleasure. He looks down at me and tells me that that felt wonderful. I have no sensation of any volume of ejaculate in my mouth. I ponder again on the great differences in human physiology, that enormous organ and he ejaculates a droplet or two, apparently to great satisfaction.

Bill fastens up; volubly exhaling in what I assume is an expression of post climax bliss. I have risen and used paper towels to wipe my face and clear the tearing from my eyes. I flex my jaws which are sore from the exercise on his organ. He departs the room without another word or glance. I wait for a few minutes, hoping earnestly that this is over. If this is the end of it, then I will have escaped a great danger. In a few minutes, a patron comes into the room to use the facility. I take this to mean that the trio have departed. I exit and immediately go outside, observing no sign of my recent company.

I pull the money out of my pocket and count. Two hundred and thirty seven dollars for roughly thirty minutes of my time spent on my knees giving blowjobs. Seventy-nine dollars per blowjob, including tip. I have a brief fantasy about driving through the trade district and doing some comparative shopping on the street cost of an anonymous blowjob. I reflect that at this rate, I would need to give only 1,265 blowjobs per year to make a decent living as a professional cock sucker. As I calm down from my dark humor ruminations, I consider that as far as I can determine, I have made a miraculous escape from a very dangerous situation. I head over to the craft shop and there is my wife with several articles in her arms. What do you think of these she asks, holding them up for my comment.

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Janey hadn’t wanted to work late, but here she was at 9:30 hitting the button for the elevator of the high-rise where she and her ten-month old daughter lived. Her mother was with the baby while Janey was at work, but she wouldn’t be happy with her late arrival either. Fortunately, Janey had pumped bottles of her milk for little Carli, so she was happy.

Dino had actually gotten off early tonight. He was a bartender at a local hot-spot, but it was a slow night and he took the opportunity to cut out and get some extra sleep. He saw the elevator of his building with its door open and he quickly dashed to get inside before they closed. He looked up to see a woman pushing the button for her floor, the sixth.

“Nine please,” Dino said.

Janey hadn’t seen Dino pop into the old elevator and was startled when she heard his voice. She pushed the button marked nine. The doors slowly creaked closed. There were the three familiar thumps as some unseen motor was coaxed into operation. The elevator jerked upward and then began to ascend more smoothly. Residents in the high-rise were used to the ancient elevator and its temperamental nature.

Dino had never seen Janey before, working at night as he did. He was conscious of his six foot frame and athletic build and didn’t want to intimidate the single woman. He leaned on the wall away from her as he gave her a quick glance. Dino was single too and he appreciated the shapely woman in her business attire.

“Thanks. Do you think this old thing can make it up to nine? It sounds worse than ever,” he offered.

Janey looked at Dino and smiled. She hadn’t exactly been ‘on the market’ since Carli was born. Seeing a handsome man gave Janey a feeling she hadn’t had in a while.

“Shhh, it will hear you and…” Janey began, interrupted by a loud grinding sound as the elevator froze.

“Uh, oh,” Dino said, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Have you ever been stuck in this thing before?” Janey asked as the overhead light dimmed a little.

“Oh yes. I’ll call the guy. He just resets the electrical thing. Shouldn’t take a minute,” Dino offered.

He picked up the emergency phone and heard it ringing. But instead of ‘the guy’ picking up, the call went to voicemail.

“Hey, the elevator at 3600 Beach Drive has konked out. There are two people in here who want out,” Dino said, then hung up the phone.

“I’m Dino. He’s probably on a break or something. Let’s give him a few bayburt escort minutes.”

“Hi, Dino. I’m Janey. I have a cellphone, maybe I should just call 911?”

“Well, that would work, but they might charge you for a fire department response,” Dino said pointing to a hand-written notice taped to the wall.

Janey read the notice and said, “Yeah, for $750, I’ll wait for a while.”

The two sat down on opposite sides of the small space. It was warm. Janey shrugged off her coat and used it as a pillow. She tried to get comfortable, but Janey was overdue for feeding Carli. She expected to be home by now and so she hadn’t pumped her milk into bottles at lunchtime. Her breasts felt heavy and tight.

Dino tried not to stare at his fellow stranded passenger, but in the light he could she that Janey was just his type, buxom and curvy. Her silk blouse draped over the generous curves of her breasts. Through the shiny material, Dino could see the formidable bra beneath. Janey shifted trying to get comfortable.

“Are you alright?” Dino asked.

“How long do you think we’ll be in here?” Janey asked.

“If the guy calls us back, maybe an hour. If we call 911, about the same,” Dino said with a shrug.

Janey thought about the ache she was feeling from her breasts, heavy with her milk. Could she stand another hour of this? And Janey caught Dino as he gave the ‘once-over’. He liked what he saw, she could tell.

As she sat on her coat trying to find a position that would provide some comfort, Janey felt an ache lower, in her pussy. Janey was thinking about all the nights she had fed Carli in her apartment in the rocking chair. Feeling the baby’s hungry mouth sucking at Janey’s large, dark nipples brought such relief to her. And more than that, it sent an electric signal from her nipple to her clitoris. So many times she would rub herself as she fed little Carli. Her fingers rubbing the hood of her clit and slipping inside feeling the wetness of her pussy. Sometimes she would climax while Carli still fed. Other times she would put the baby down to sleep and then enjoy some private time giving herself orgasms that shook her body for minutes.

“Did you say something? Are you alright, Janey?”

Janey had moaned audibly without thinking. She felt a compulsion come over her.

“Dino, I have a baby in my apartment. She’s fine. My mom’s with her. But I breastfeed bartın escort her and I’m way overdue to feed her,” Janey blurted out.

“Is she gonna be ok?” Dino asked.

“Yes, she’s got milk in bottles that I pumped yesterday,” Janey said with a small laugh.

“And you don’t have your pump?”

“I’m afraid not,” Janey sighed.

“And so what can I do?” Dino asked quietly.

The words hung in the air. Janey reached down and unbuttoned the blue silk blouse. Dino stared in awe at the big, white nursing bra that she exposed. He watched Janey’s fingers undo the left cup and she lifted her huge, milk-filled breast offering it to Dino. The large, thick, dark nipple had a drop of thin, white milk dangling from it.

Dino’s mouth began to water. He floated across the small space and curled around the seated woman, his head in her lap. He engulfed the big nipple and the dark surrounding aureole in his mouth and began to suckle. Janey now moaned as she felt her milk beginning to flow into the man’s mouth. Dino sucked and swallowed the sweet milk. He felt the big, warm breast against his face and the hard nipple filling his mouth and his hips began to thrust instinctively.

Janey felt the pressure in her breast lessen but she continued to massage and work the fleshy orb to move the milk down toward the nipple. She also felt a deep warmth and pulsing in her pussy. She was so wet. She rubbed her thighs together trying to stimulate her clit. Janey looked down at Dino, sucking at her breast and she reached down between his legs to feel a rock-hard erection tenting out his pants.

Dino was in another world as the sweetness of Janey’s sweet mother’s milk filled his mouth and the feeling of her hand freeing his rampant cock made his passion rise. He reached for Janey’s other breast and undid the flap to expose her other big, dark nipple, this one leaking sweet mother’s milk soaking the pad inside the bra’s cup and the cup itself. Dino’s hands now massaged both of Janey’s big breasts and his mouth hungrily worked on draining them both of their sweet, liquid cargo.

Janey was breathing heavily and moaning as she felt what she had needed for so long, a man enjoying her body. Especially now that she was so in need of the touch of another and his hungry mouth was rapidly relieving the ache that started in all. Dino shifted to one side to reach under Janey’s skirt. He slipped ığdır escort the crotch of her panties so the side and his finger slipped into her soaking wet cunthole. Her hungry cunt swallowed two fingers easily. Janey felt the wave of her huge orgasm cresting. Dino’s thumb rubbed across the hood of her stiff, little clit and Janey lost all control. Her mind spun. She felt a hungry mouth at her nipples and strong hands kneading her big breasts. She felt a thick hard cock in her hands and she jacked it, feeling the slippery pre-cum dripping down from Dino’s cockhead. Janey’s whole body jerked and spasmed. Her hands tightened their hold on Dino’s straining cock. Janey moaned and cried and babbled as her body convulsed again and again. It was an avalanche of pleasure and she never wanted it to end.

A loud, clanging erupted suddenly and the couple froze. It was the emergency phone. Dino reached up for it and heard ‘the guy’ say the elevator would be moving in fifteen minutes. He hung up the phone and looked at Janey. She was half passed-out leaning against her coat in the corner with Dino’s sizable cock still in her warm hands.

“Sounds like I should get to work then,” Janey purred.

She moved down to size up the cock she had been stroking and smiled as she pushed the cockhead against her lips. She lovingly took his penis into her mouth as far as it would go, right down to his balls. Janey felt her throat bulge and she twisted her head and pumped it up and down slowly. Her hand cupped Dino’s heavy balls and the wetness from her warm mouth dripped down onto them.

Dino was still in awe of the huge chain-orgasm he had felt Janey enjoy as he felt her mouth and throat take his achingly hard cock down to the base. He felt her hands cup his balls and massage them just hard enough. He could already feel his massive load building to a climax. Janey’s mouth was so warm and so wet and she sucked his cock so aggressively as if she wanted him to feed her his seed like she had fed him her milk.

Dino began to instinctively pump his hips as if he was pistoning his cock in a willing pussy. He felt his balls tighten and Janey’s hand squeeze them. And as Dino exploded like never before he felt the tip of Janey’s finger push inside his tight, virgin asshole. Dino made a sound like he had been shocked. His body shook and quivered. He held Janey’s head in place as he pumped his cumwad straight down her throat. She gagged and choked a little but did not pull away. She wanted all of this.

The two had barely separated when rumbling sounds from the elevator told them to pull themselves together. Before long, the door opened and Janey got out, but not before they exchanged phone numbers. Heading up the last three floors alone, Dino couldn’t believe what had happened. He wanted more.

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