My First Time Was with a BBC!

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ariana Marie

I was alone at home and it was one of those very warm nights. I was hot and restless! I decided to go over to my friend T’s house. T was a couple years older than I was (23). Anyway, he was one of the only black guys that lived at our apartment complex and he was always home alone. We had known each other for years and in the summer, we always went swimming together late at night.

When I got to T’s house, he was in a silly mood. He was teasing me, touching me, and kept trying to wrestle, etc. I noticed that tonight he was acting a little different, though. He kept putting his hands on my ass and kept placing my hands between his legs (more than normal!). I have to admit that I secretly liked it, but I blew it off and suggested that we go swimming. (I knew that if we stayed inside that something was bound to happen!!)

On the way to the pool, T was talking, but I was lost in thought. I was thinking about the hidden tension between us that I had been trying to ignore. Every time we wrestle, T always rubs my thighs, grabs my ass, and puts my hands on his cock. Up until now, I had always just laughed it off and pretended that he was just joking. I guess that he knew that it really turned me on because I was still hanging out with him…

Anyway, we jumped the fence and snuck into the pool next to the rental office. I took my shirt off, threw it on the ground, kicked off my flip-flops and dove in. While doing this, I didn’t know that T took off all of his clothes and put his feet in the water at the other end of the pool.

The moon was full and the night was full of its dim light. The pool itself had a light in one corner, but it was very old. The water shimmered with what little light there actually was.

When I came up at the other end of the pool, I wiped the water from my face and looked escort acıbadem around for T.

T called out and said, “Close your eyes and follow my voice.” I’m experienced enough now to know what happened to me in that moment. I was so turned on and my hot, little ass wanted –no, needed- to be fucked!

I swam to his voice with my eyes closed and my heart racing. When I got close enough for him to reach out and grab me, his hand pulled my head closer to him. When I felt my knee touch the pool wall, I reached up and put one hand on each of his thighs. (This was it; something was finally going to happen! I was so nervous, but more excited than I had ever been!)

T said, “Open your eyes.” His voice was as strong as the thighs I was holding on to. I did as I was told and gasped with an excited gaze as my eyes opened to the sight of him stroking the big cock that I had secretly been fantasizing about. I was dizzy with excitement, fear, and wonder. This was all happening so fast.

I looked up while I bit my lower lip. I looked into his eyes and I saw, what I later learned to be, dominance, desire, and lust. My gaze shifted back to the huge cock that was growing thicker, longer, and harder with every stroke. I know that he saw me lick my lips and my mouth start to instinctively open.

T said, “I know you want this dick, baby.” My eyes kind of closed, my face flushed, and my lips parted slightly to release a soft moan of submission. I could not control what the sight of his enormous cock was doing to me; I was powerless to what my body wanted and what T’s voice commanded.

T pushed his massive cock down and told me, “Suck this dick, baby. Suck it.” That was followed by T rubbing his huge cock all over my face and lips and lightly smacking me istanbul eskort in the face with it. “I knew you were a little whore. I knew it, baby.” said T. I had never sucked a cock before, but did what I had seen in porno movies. I kept me teeth out of the way of my lips and sucked as hard as I could, taking all that I could fit into my mouth. Which was not very much, at first.

After awhile, I could take more and began to lick, suck, and tease T’s big, fat cock like I was born to do just that! T’s cock belonged in my mouth and I made love to it with my lips, tongue, mouth, and hands. T started to moan and shortly thereafter I tasted my first blast of semen. It was very salty and a little sour, but I loved it immediately. T grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled me back. I was shocked and surprised, but I was very turned on by his doing that. He stroked his massive cock while it shot cum all over my face. My face was completely covered.

After T’s last blast hit my face, I reached up and grabbed his cock in put it back in my mouth. Cum was oozing from my face back onto his shaft and I hungrily tried to suck it all into my mouth where it belonged. I stopped a couple times to take his cock and rub it on my face until he saw what I was doing. Then he took control and wiped all his cum off my face with his dick and watched with a smile while I sucked it off and swallowed it.

When T was satisfied that I had swallowed all that I could, he pulled me back by the hand that was still in my hair and said, “You like that?” I just smiled an embarrassed and very self-conscious smile. We both laughed.

T jumped into the pool and got behind me. I could feel his huge cock between my ass cheeks and he placed a strong grip on both of my arms, pulling me closer, while he licked escort şerifali and sucked on my neck. I instinctively started to push my ass back into his cock and could feel it starting to get hard again.

He was walking and dragging me with him along the edge of the pool to the shallow end where the steps leading down into the pool were. When we got there, he pushed me up a few steps and said, “Get on your knees.” I did as I was told. My ass, at this point, was halfway in the water still.

T gently, but firmly, pushed me forward until my hands were on the concrete portion that surrounded the pool. My back was naturally arched and I could feel his knee between my legs urging them to part. My ass was completely out of the water now and my legs were farther apart.

I had never felt so open before… My senses were more alive than ever before and I swear that I could feel the water slowly beading down my ass.

I could feel that T was rock hard again because the way that we were; his massive cock fit right in between my wide open ass cheeks. I could feel his big cock throbbing with every heart beat through my little pink virgin asshole.

T grabbed my hips and started to grind his big black cock into me and dry fucked me until I had an orgasm without even touching my cock. I would have done anything to feel that much pleasure again!! I knew then that I belonged to T now! 🙂

When I was done having my orgasm, T laughed and knelt down, hands still on my sides, and started to tease my little hole with his tongue. T did this very slowly and patiently, as if he was trying to discover what exactly I liked. His hands slowly moved to my ass and I could feel him caressing it and opening it wider while he searched for my buttons with his tongue. I was already rock hard again and T tongue fucked me all the way to another powerful orgasm. This was my first time ever experiencing two, back-to-back. It was amazing!!

T told me after I was done shivering in pleasure that I should come over the next day so that we could finish what we started. I just moaned softly indicating that I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

My First Glory Hole Experience

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

When I was 34, I was a very happily married full fledged heterosexual man. My wife was a very attractive blonde, several years my junior and our bedroom activities were really hot. I considered myself 100% straight, even though I had received a drunken blow job from my college dorm roommate, when I was 18, which I did not return the favor on by the way. It was a one time thing that “just happened” one night and was never mentioned again by either of us.

Me and my wife bought our first house together and through our short 2 year marriage, which ended in a divorce, we never lost “our spark” in the bedroom. She was a total hottie to me and I was always eager to enjoy her favors as often as possible. She was a very sexy girl, always eager to please me and I was both happy and eager to share my 7 1/2″s with her as often as possible. We enjoyed a very active normal sex life and on the kinky side, I was happy she allowed me to perform anal penetration on her and she would happily provide oral sex to me upon request. In case you’re wondering, the divorce was not for lack of passion in our sex life, it was for totally unrelated reasons that I won’t get into now.

We had been married for almost 2 years, when one day I went to our local mall outlet store, which had a Sears department store in it. I went alone and while I honestly don’t remember what I was shopping for, I do remember that I was in the lawn and garden department. I stopped my shopping for a bit to use their public restroom and went to the corner of the store where it was located.

Inside the restroom were 2 adjoining stalls with locking doors, both unoccupied at the time. There was a metal partition separating them as I chose the one in the corner, closest to the wall. As I entered and locked the door to my stall, I heard someone else enter the bathroom, but couldn’t see them because I was locked inside my stall.

The man quickly entered the stall next to mine and I could hear him lock his door. As I surveyed my surroundings, I noticed to the left of me, in the metal wall partition separating us, there was a 4-5 inch diameter hole about waist level. As I was standing escort çekmeköy in front of my commode, through the hole in the wall, I could look down at an angle and see his pant leg as he stood in front of his commode. I have always been a little self conscious about using public facilities with strangers around, so I was having a little trouble getting started.

As I stared down at the hole, I saw him drop his pants and underwear to his ankles so that they bunched around his shoes. I stared at his bare leg and as I watched it, I saw it start to tremble, to shake rhythmically. I thought to myself, “this guy couldn’t be masturbating in a public restroom, could he?”

I bent over to get a closer look, but not too close to the hole to be seen so I would be caught looking. I was shocked to see that was exactly what he was doing.

He wasn’t huge, in fact I was bigger than he was and thicker too. What fascinated me was that his cock was rock hard and he had only been in there for less than a minute. And when I say rock hard, I mean rock hard, pointing straight out as he stroked it so slowly. He would occasionally stop his stroking and tug on his balls, which allowed his cock to point straight out unassisted, testifying to it’s granite like hardness.

Maybe I leaned in too close, maybe he saw me, maybe he saw my shadow, or maybe this guy just had a lot of guts, but the next thing I knew, he just shoved his cock through the hole into my stall. Startled, I jumped back and just stared at it, afraid to make a sound, both angered by his audacity but curious enough to want to look at it. His cock protruding from the hole, he shifted around until his balls hung into my stall also. Angered that he was so arrogant about this, I honestly thought about punching him in the balls, but I didn’t, instead I reached down and stroked his cock and balls softly. To this day, I don’t know why I did, but I did it without thinking and it really excited me to hold such a hard cock.

All he said was two words, softly spoken but with confidence, “suck it.”

Again, I don’t know istanbul eskort why I did this, but I dropped to my knees and took his extremely hard cock in my mouth tentatively. He was about 6 inches long, moderately thick, circumcised and Caucasian, honestly, that was all I could tell you about him. He smelled clean and fresh, and I’m embarrassed to say, I actually relished his virile hardness in my mouth. I don’t know if women know this, but men get erections of various hardness, I think most men know this. This guy was so hard it was like a bone in my mouth, unyielding, unbending iron steel stiff.

At first I sucked on it a little experimentally, just exploring the overall hardness contrast with the skin texture smoothness. Hesitatingly and with some reservation, even with the thrill or threat of someone walking in, I came to terms with what I was doing and found myself highly aroused. I was eager to please him now and the more I sucked his masculine cock, the more I became unashamed and aroused. I became obsessed with his cock, while I consumed his length and girth, the thought of pleasing him consumed me.

I became his captive audience for his cock and his pleasure, nothing else seemed to matter except to please this piece of muscle and flesh. I became a man possessed, all my efforts were centered on his cock on my mouth. The head was silky soft, the skin smooth and flawless, the shaft so hard and unrelenting, I was lost in my efforts to do my best. As shame washed over my face and made me blush, the excitement of something so taboo made me continue. I was lost in this piece of flesh and wanted him to release the proof that would confirm he was pleased.

He just stood there, letting me sate my hunger as he let me feed on his cock. I tried to do things that I knew I liked done to myself, like suck hard on the tip and press the point of my tongue into that cluster of nerves under the head. Forcing my head down all the way to his pelvis, I fought through my gag reflex and was even proud of myself when I choked down his entire length. He seemed to appreciate my efforts as he strained to push himself escort içerenköy into the wall, making small groans and grunts to confirm my efforts were suitable to him.

I built a slow rhythm and he started grunting louder, as I kept up this pace that he seemed to enjoy. After maybe 5 minutes of worshipping his cock, he started humping into my mouth and I knew he was getting close. It excited me so much that I redoubled my efforts to please him.

Suddenly he spoke more aggressively, “swallow that load, eat it up, swallow my cum.”

He started groaning and shaking as he spasmed and spurted into my mouth. Maybe 6 or 8 squirts of heavy volume sprays volleyed into my mouth and I didn’t mind. I let him enjoy the pleasure I was giving him, I didn’t want to interrupt his throes of passion by pulling off, so as directed, I swallowed gulp after gulp from his cock.

At first I didn’t know if I could swallow it, but it really didn’t gross me out too much, actually not at all. It didn’t really taste unpleasant, different from anything I have ever eaten before, but not totally disagreeable. It was thinner than my own cum, I think, and definitely more volume than my own ejaculations, but mostly just the idea of not quitting on him spurned me to do it.

As he started to wilt in my mouth, he pulled out, tucked himself back in his pants, and said, “be here next Thursday at 3:00PM,” then as quickly as he entered, he was gone.

As I composed myself, I got a little nervous, as it dawned on me what I had just done. Sometimes things happen and you can’t justify why you did what you did at that moment, you just live with it. This was one of those times. I never peed, I guess I lost the urge, so I just stuffed my hard cock back into my pants, zipped up and walked out quickly. I felt like every eye in the place was on me, like every one in the store knew what I had just done. I looked at every guy in the department store as I went to my car, but none seemed to confirm or acknowledged they were my “secret friend”.

As I got in my car and went home, it dawned on me that I should have looked at the pants all the men were wearing, since that was all I had really seen through the hole, to help me identify who was in the stall next to me, but I didn’t. That taste seemed to stay in my mouth for quite a while, at least until I got a soda when I got home.

Was I there next Thursday at 3:00PM,

you bet I was.

To be continued…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

Mixed Up

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ass

The two young men in the beginning of their twenties left the club’s mixed seats section, where crowds were not segregated, still talking animatedly about the football game. Walking among the masses that dispersed after the match, the two slender men, with delicate features, attracted many feminine looks. Few masculine looks too. However, they were oblivious to everything, so focused on each other that the rest of the world was just a blur.

The tallest blond, Lucian, wore a red T-shirt over pink-orange jeans, hands in his pockets, lids half-closed over his green eyes and a mischievous smile on his face. He leaned toward his companion, listening intently to what he said, laughing occasionally or adding sarcastic comments, his slick hair falling in front of his face like a curtain, living only Brendon’s figure filling his field of vision.

Direct and excited, Brendon led the conversation with large gestures. He was dressed in the blue uniform of the opposing club, his big black eyes wide open, as if he were watching in front of his eyes the scene he was describing with enthusiasm. His irises were so dark that his pupils were barely visible. His spiky hair was also black, in contrast to the extremely fair skin.

They had met a week earlier, at Cafe Crescent. There they discovered Brendon had just been admitted into the same psychology course that Lucian had been attending for a year. They were unable to stop talking until they had to split up after the Cafe was closed, taking a little longer, changing their contacts.

Lucian was looking forward to seeing Brendon again and thought the football match would be a fun place to get to know him better. He called his good old friend, with whom he had scheduled to go to the game. Telling what was going on, he offered to buy his ticket. The friend, who cared very much for him, was thrilled to learn that he was showing interest in someone. With the candor that only good friends share, he said that although Lucian always posed as cool, he was too insecure and shy when it came to relationships, especially the romantic type. And, therefore, a football stadium was not the best place for a meeting.

“I don’t want to create expectations for a romantic date.” A public, controlled environment can be the best. I’m not even sure how I’m going to feel when I meet him again, “Lucian explained.

Then, his friend agreed to donate the precious ticket on the condition that, as payment, Lucian had to “relax and move on”. Lucian replied that he would do as he pleased. The friend retorted that if he were always so demanding, he would end up like a lone auntie, surrounded only by cats.

Lucian immediately called Brendon. He simply said he had a spare ticket and invited him to the game.

Brendon immediately accepted. However, realizing that it had been too easy, he commented on how much he wanted to go to that match and how lucky he was to be invited since the tickets were sold out. Only then, he wandered if Lucian supported the other team. Brendon asked which section they were going to. Lucian did indeed root for the other team, but the tickets were for the mixed crowd section. Silently, he sighed with relief, he wouldn’t need to wear the colors of the opposing team. After they hung up, he hurried to post to his group of football fans that he had a ticket left over to pass on.

Thinking about Lucian cheering for the other team, Brendon soon had a lascivious idea.

After the match, moving away from the stadium, Brendon was in a very good mood because his team had won. He took every opportunity to provoke Lucian, bringing up the subject again and again. The supporter of the red team pretended to be angry and responded by ruffling Brendon’s hair, shooing him off and slapping his buttocks. Under the club’s blue uniform, there were lean, firm muscles, a pleasure to look at and touch. Lucian was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his hands away, always putting them firmly in his pockets.

Coquettish Brendon turned to the window of a parked car to rearrange his carefully messy hair. Concealed, he checked the other young man’s reflection and amused himself. The tall blonde was looking at him with a wolf smile, almost drooling.

A drizzle started to fall and Brendon sang:

—Raindrops keep falling on my head…

He stretched his arms over his head, palms up as if trying to catch those raindrops while doing pirouettes. Lucian chased after him trying to grab his waist, his hands freed again from the pocket prisons, but Brendon dodged smartly until they both had to bend over panting and laughing.

“You have a swing!” Lucian said breathlessly.

“Ah, I attended ballet classes,” Brendon replied nonchalantly.

-Seriously?

Lucian’s mind was taken with the image of the black-haired boy in a completely pink ballerina outfit, from the tutu to the pointe shoes with ribbon straps, making feminine movements. He shook his head, finding the idea a little fun and very exciting.

“Yeah, I know,” the other replied deflated, escort yakacık mistaking the reason for Lucian’s reaction.

Brendon’s smile had faded and he walked with his hands behind his back.

Lucian felt guilty. Wanting to encourage the other, he tried to provoke:

“You must have met a lot of handsome men back then.”

Only when he had finished speaking did he notice where that comment came from: a fit of green, burning jealousy. He looked sideways to see what would appear on the younger man’s features.

“Oh yeah! Many!” Brendon had regained his luster. “The Nutcracker, Rothbart, and even a male black swan, not to mention several princes …” This time, he was not mistaken about what Lucian was feeling. “What do you think? Ballet dancers practice a lot. There’s no time for orgies.”

Brendon continued, seriously:

“My best friend was a ballet dancer so good that he became a professional. Only, his father never accepted, even punched him in the face once. This is how it happens with prejudice, there is nothing to gain, but much to lose.”

Finally, they reached the parking lot where Lucian had left the car. It was already dark and the open space was deserted. The asphalt, wet from the light rain that came and went all day, reflected the orange lights of the high poles scattered among the parked cars. Lucian felt it was beautiful, listening to Brendon’s voice filling the space like a warm flow, still talking about prejudice.

Lucian’s tingling feeling about Brendon had grown to a desire that was hard to ignore. He warned himself, again, not to act impulsively. He needed to take things slowly if he wanted to avoid getting hurt. He closed his eyes. Something about the younger man appealed deeply to what he struggled so hard to control. However, it also made him feel tender and caring. He could definitely fall in love with this witty young man.

Since his eyes were closed, Lucian didn’t see the subtle vibration that touched Brendon’s black lashes when he heard Lucian sigh.

They reached the car. Lucian was fishing for the key in his pocket, still listening to what Brendon was saying.

“In my view, hooligans are just repressed fags who want an excuse to touch other men.”

He leaned against the car, looking directly into Lucian’s eyes. Without changing his casual tone, he added:

“On the other hand, as open and reasonable gay men, we can simply agree among ourselves that the one whose team has won has the right to fuck the other.”

Brendon, let the silence fall while, smiling, he waited for Lucian to realize the meaning of what he had said. The blonde stood there frozen, eyes wide. When Brendon heard the sound of the car key falling to the floor, that tall, lean body was pressing him against the car.

“Do you want to fuck me?” The tall blond’s voice was a low growl.

After all, the blue team had won the score.

Although Lucian could feel the body underneath trembling against his, Brendon’s voice was calm, even mild, yet provocative:

“Yes, a lot.”

With his fingertips, Brendon placed a lock of Lucian’s hair behind his ear, making the gesture become a caress, in stark contrast to the other’s harshness.

Their breaths mixing heavily in the small space that separated their mouths, Lucian plunged hard over those tempting lips, parting them with his tongue, unrestrained. A voice in Lucian’s head recalled the resolution to go slow, but it was completely obstructed by the feelings provoked by Brendon’s hands pulling on the back of his neck, wishing for more. One of Brendon’s legs went up to Lucian’s back waist and twisted over Lucian’s buttocks, trapping him, pulling him into an even tighter embrace where their pelvis met.

Lucian grabbed the young ballet dancer’s buttocks and pulled him up. Understanding what he wanted, with a small light jump, Brendon raised his other leg and crossed his ankles on Lucian’s back.

Lucian pressed Brendon firmly against the car, the two men rubbing themselves as their lips and tongues continued to rotate together. Lucian’s desire grew so much that he needed to touch the shaft that was shaking and pressing against his belly. He tried to pull his chest away, but Brendon bit and sucked hard on his bottom lip, preventing him from breaking the kiss.

As if in a fury, Lucian grabbed the back of his neck by the hair and held it while he separated himself enough to place his other hand in the space between them. He undid Brendon’s shorts lace and, sliding into the blue team’s shorts, lightly stroked the glans, then continued to slide over the swollen limb, brushing his fingertips like a blind man who wants to know a precious object by heart. Finally, he took the balls in his palm, extending a finger to the ass, pressing and massaging.

Brendon’s head tilted back, leaning against the roof of the car, and his arms left Lucian’s neck and fell limp beside his body. When Brendon’s legs started to sag as well, Lucian put his other arm bayan escort istanbul around the smaller man’s waist, supporting him as he slowly slid to the floor. He sat in the Indian style, with Brendon’s limp body in his lap, face to face, legs around Lucian’s waist, back against the car.

During the maneuver, he did not let go of Brendon’s member or look away from the other’s face. As his position gave him more space, Lucian tightened his grip and moved his finger with more pressure, making Brendon moan harder.

“Stop,” Brendon asked breathlessly, but the other seemed not to have heard.

Brendon managed to hold the other man’s wrist over his belly with both hands and pulled:

“Stop! Stop, please.”

Lucian froze immediately, making such an effort to remove his hand that his arm was shaking.

“He’s going to run,” thought Lucian. “What was I thinking? Why couldn’t I treat him with the respect and tenderness he deserves? He’s going to leave me here and now, and I’m the only one to blame.”

Brendon raised Lucian’s hand to the level of his face. Turning his palm to him, he slowly reached out with his tongue, licking Lucian’s fingertips, wrapping it in his mouth and suck on his index and middle fingers. Groans escaped Lucian’s throat just by watching, with wide eyes, his fingers disappear on Brendon’s lips, feeling his hot, moist tongue wrap around them.

Brendon pulled Lucian’s wrist closer with both hands, took a deep breath and swallowed both fingers, deep in his throat, just to show off. Without breaking eye contact, he made Lucian’s fingers slide up and down through the damp and hot tunnel while making swallowing movements that massaged them, his Adam’s apple swinging up and down. He then pulled them out and took a deep breath, panting. He inspected his work, lots of saliva dripping all over Lucian’s hand.

With a smile that radiated in his eyes, he commented with a wink, his voice a little hoarse:

“Better now, isn’t it?”

Lucian looked at the dripping hand frozen in the air, as if it were not his, and again at the shiny, wet mouth that had just swallowed his fingers, those dark, smiling eyes. He realized he was gaping.

“You need …” His tone was very tense, Lucian started again, softer “You need a safe word.”

“Why?” Brendon asked, tilting his head.

“Then you can ask me to stop without saying ‘stop’.

Brendon gently pushed the wrist that still hovered between them, with a quick and graceful movement he placed Lucian’s hand inside his clothes and straddled the palm.

“What do you suggest, then?”

Lucian’s ability to think completely abandoned him.

“Red? red is a common word for this.”

Adjusting himself with a sigh over the hand that was beginning to feel him again, as if by itself, now more lubricated, he grabbed Lucian’s shirt and pouted.

“But I like red,” he said in a tearful voice.

Pulling on Lucian’s shirt, he approached his ear, touching Lucian’s earlobe with his lips, and added in a hoarse tone:

“For example, I can say, red lost today, red must submit to blue … ouch!”

He groaned because Lucian’s fingers entered forcefully into his butthole with a jerk when he teased again.

Gripping Brendon’s waist tightly with his free arm, Lucian lowered his head against Brendon’s chest and rubbed himself like an animal, inhaling deeply the musky scent of his arousal.

“Safeword. Now.”

Brendon couldn’t help moving in slow circles. Forward, rubbing the stick on Lucian’s belly, backward burying those fingers inside. He looked around desperately seeking inspiration.

“Parking! Our safe word is parking! But…”

“But what?” It was more an impatient, muffled growl than words.

“What if I want to say ‘go on, don’t stop, more’, without saying that?”

Brendon’s movement was accelerating and Lucian’s fingers were moving in and out more easily and deeply.

Lucian looked up to meet those big black eyes, his voice was even more hoarse, but in a soft, tender tone.

“Then you say ‘stop’.”

Smiling, Brendon rested his arms on Lucian’s shoulders, running his fingers lovingly through his hair. He tilted his head forward until their foreheads met and whispered:

“Than stop. Please, stop.”

The arm around Brendon’s waist tightened and pulled him while the fingers inside him pushed to the base. He gasped in pain, surprise, and pleasure, his head bobbing backward hitting the car. Those invading fingers started pumping into his hole. With his eyes closed, he felt a mouth licking, nibbling and biting his chest over his blue shirt.

After a while, Lucian’s fingers felt the ring around them pulsing. He withdrew his hand. Gently, but firmly, he pushed the other’s body to the floor. In the same movement, rolling Brendon onto his stomach.

In the quiet parking lot, where only their panting could be heard, the sound of the zipper opening cut through the night. Brendon propped himself up on one elbow, half-turned escort bağdat caddesi to see the blond beauty kneeling behind him, between his legs, his face hidden by strands of hair and shadows, pulling the straight stick out of his pants.

Lucian spat in his hand and rubbed the entire body of his cock. Still holding his cock with one hand, as if he were aiming at the sensitive parts below, his free hand pulled the hem of Brendon’s shorts exposing the white marble round buttocks. Lucian leaned forward, supporting the weight with his free hand, half lying on the man’s thigh below, with his face still covered by the undone shiny blond hair. That prick fumbled through the firm, round buttocks until it found the soft hole. Then, with a shiver, Lucian froze.

Seeing this, Brendon said with a smile in a soft voice

“Stop?”

Lucian raised his head.

“What?” Eyes unfocused, as if suspended in a trance.

“Stop, please!” Brendon’s voice was choked with anticipation.

With a sigh, Lucian closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on only one part of his body and slowly rolled the weight to the center. The head of his rod entered.

Lucian looked down, still holding his member firmly, and pulled it out. Then again. Out. Inside.

Brendon, still looking at Lucian, could only compare him to a boy with a new toy. And the new toy was him. That thought gave him a tingling sensation that sent waves of pleasure through all of his muscles, including the tight ones around Lucian.

Feeling the tremor around his cock, Lucian stopped plucking Brendon’s entrance and, in a hard movement, inserted everything until his belly hit the other’s buttocks. Brendon cried out in pain and surprise.

Lucian, buried inside, asked worriedly:

“Did I hurt you? Does it hurt?”

“Of course you fucking hurt me.” Brendon’s voice sounded angry. “It hurts a lot!

Lucian hesitated for an instant, in a powerful but brief internal conflict. There was never any doubt about which part of him would win. He started pounding Brendon without mercy.

“If I’m your little toy,” Brendon thought with satisfaction, “you’re mine. Play along, my little toy! ” He crossed his arms in front of him on the asphalt and rested his head, letting the mixed feelings of pleasure and pain flow.

“Do. I. Hurt. You?” Lucian’s breathless voice, low and vibrant, came out a word at each thrash.

“Yesss!,” Brendon replied, smiling. “Yes, yes, please!”

Lucian snarled and forced everything when he came. He lost the ability to support his own weight and gave in over Brendon, seeming only half-conscious.

Carefully, Brendon rolled over, making Lucian slide over him, trying to protect, in the best possible way, the other’s lethargic body from hitting the asphalt hard. He got up, having found the car keys, and opened the back door.

Brendon began to lift Lucian gently, encouraging in a soft voice:

“Okay, grab my shoulder and help me out a bit, okay?” He managed to get the limp man to sit on the pavement.

Clumsy, Lucian tried to get up, but his legs were wobbly.

“No, no, not like that, just lean on me, okay? Here, up and go.”

Lucian felt that he was being placed, face-up, in the back seat of the car, with his legs out the door. Brendon started pulling out Lucian’s pants.

“No!” Lucian raised his arm as he tried to hold Brendon.

But Brendon was out of his reach and had his own agenda. He wanted to act before the other regained his senses.

The long legs were bare. Brendon crawled over Lucian, who asked:

“No, don’t do that” trying to focus while fighting the torpor to take control.

With his knees between Lucian’s legs and his torso tilted, the spears touching each other, Brendon brought his mouth close to Lucian’s ear and whispered provocatively:

“Our safe word is still in effect.”

He licked Lucian’s ear, thrusting the tip of his tongue into the small hole and sucked on his earlobe.

Satisfied that he had given Lucian enough time to voice the safeword, he put his arms under the knees of the lying man and pulled them onto his shoulders. He spat on the fingers of his right hand and placed it over Lucian’s hole.

“You don’t understand,” Lucian said, “It’s not that I don’t … It’s just that I’ve never… never…”

“Ah!” Brendon’s face lit up. “Am I going to be the first one down here?”

One finger was forcing the passage, one millimeter at a time. Lucian took a deep breath and didn’t answer, he just closed his eyes and frowned, turning his face to the back of the seat.

“Relax, okay? Don’t worry, I will be very kind… If you behave.”

Tears streamed from Lucian’s eyes.

“Hey, what is that?” Said Brendon, unmoved by the other’s man cry. “There’s a prize waiting for you. There’s nothing like it. I know it’s scary to get out of your comfort zone, but I guarantee you will like it. And I know you want to.”

Lucian’s voice was harsh, a sensation of burning pain radiated from the base of his body upwards, his face also burning with shame.

“Do you…?”

“What? Yes, I’m sure you want to.”

No… I mean, do you want me? Like this. You already had me … in the other way, but … do you want this?”

Brendon released one of Lucian’s legs and settled beside him in the tight space on the back seat.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

My Buddy and Me Ch. 02

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bed

Since that night I spent with Charles I have been thinking about nothing else but our time we spent together and hoping that we could get together again real soon. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Charles called me on a Wednesday and asked if I was available to help him move some stuff up to his cabin up north this weekend. I jumped at the chance, checked with the wife to see if we were busy and found out nothing was going on. I told Charles I was free and he said he would pick me up around 7 pm that coming Friday. I couldn’t wait.

Charles picked me up right at 7pm that Friday and we headed north. Charles cabin is a very comfy, secluded, small log cabin, located in the heart of national forest about 4 hrs north of our house. We chatted all the way up there, telling each all about our workweek and how much we both looked forward to a 2 days of relaxing, that is after we unloaded the stuff he wanted to bring up there. Not a word was mentioned about our lust we had for each other, but both knowing that soon we would bee exploring each other again. Just thinking about what lies ahead, and what was inside his pants made my cock stir and want out…

We made good driving time getting therein less than 4 hours, unloaded the stuff in record time and finally had sat down cracked open a few beers and started to relax and watch some TV. Soon we were both yawning and commenting that we should hit the rack and get some sleep. There wasn’t even a word spoken, Charles escort dudullu got up, grabbed my hand and led me into his bedroom. He took my shirt and pants off, exposing my tented underwear. My breath was heavy as he sucked and licked my nipples. Teasing them with is tongue he knew it was driving me wild. I began removing his shirt and pants, fell to my knees and nibbled his cock through his underwear. He moaned and said how wonderful my hot breath felt on his now rock hard cock. I pulled his cock free from its restraints and slowly stroked his manhood. Down his shorts went to release his balls. Giving them a squeeze I could tell he was far from Cumming.

I stood up, pulled my shorts down and we held each other, hold each other tight saying how much we desired to be together again. Our cocks were as one as we kissed, both dripping with pre cum and throbbing wanting release. He broke our kiss, led me to the shower. We climbed in, adjusted the water and soon we were washing each other. Our bodies we sliding on each other as we soaped each other up, taking time to wash our cocks and balls with desire and passion. As I washed his back, I closed in and held him from behind, feeling the warm of his ass cheeks against my cock. I reached around; kissing is neck as I played with is a nipple while pulling his body back into mine. Reaching down grabbed his cock and was truly amazed on how large he is. Stroking his cock, istanbul bayan escort he moaned and said that we should get out of here and head to the bedroom.

Soon we were lying in bed, my leg across his lap and my head on his chest. We kissed, playing with each other cocks. Climbed up on him, laying my full weight on him, feeling our cocks rub on each other. Our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths, licking each other’s lips, feeling the softness of our new love for each other.

Soon he had me on my back, telling me that he wants make love to me, fill my wanting ass with his throbbing cock, fuck me hard and soft, look at me as he slides his cock so deep into me that I cry with desire. Love me until I he cannot take it anymore, filling my love hole with his man juice, watching me squirm and beg for more.

Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him down to me, kiss him forcefully and beg him to love me like only he knows how to. The feel of his mouth on my neck as he lightly kissed me, the feel of his body on my body had me begging for his cock. We were locked in a tangle of man love as he slowly worked his way down my body, making sure he licked and kissed every inch of my now sweat covered skin. He took his time as he grabbed my cock slowly lowering his mouth all the way down to my balls, sucking hard as he came back up, making sure to add extra suction when he came to the head on my now purple cock. Working escort kozyatağı my cock in and out of his mouth, he slowly inserted a finger into my wanting man pussy. Moaning I said please fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me fast. Working my cock in his mouth, he brought me to the edge of pleasure, only to stop at the very moment of release. In time my love he told me as he reached onto the nightstand, grabbed some lube and greased his raging cock and my pulsating asshole. Spreading my legs, exposing my manhole for him, he pushed his throbbing member into my wanting, relaxed hole, slowly pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my ass.

Moaning with oh so good pain, I lifted my hips to meet his cock. Soon he was buried deep, his balls resting on my ass cheeks and he began to pump my ass. His balls we slapping my ass every time he buried his cock deep into me. Ride me fucker, ride me like the little bitch that I am I screamed as he slammed his cock into me. Grabbing my cock, I started yanking it with the rhythm of his cock slamming into to me. He slowed down as I screamed that I was Cumming, moving his cock slowly in and out I let loose with my first shot of juice all over my belly. Charles reached down and scooped up my cum with his fingers, feeding it tome as I shot more loads of my love goo. Our lips met, sharing my cum between us. He started fucking me harder, telling me that my ass is so tight around his cock. I rode his cock, pinching his nipples, watching is massive cock go in and out of my hole. I soon felt his cock swell, he picked up the pace and began to fill my ass with cum, so much that it was spilling out of my ass as he continued to fuck me. He fell on me, our bodies covered with sweat and cum and drifted off to sleep with dreams of what the morning will bring with my Charles…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

My Boss’ Boss 02 (MMxxxx)

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Double Penetration

Thomas, my boss’ boss, knows that I am gay (or kind of bisexual) with a submissive streak. He is a handsome dark-haired man, very tall, with deep brown eyes, 15 years older than me (I’m 25) and in great shape.

I had started out casually, an encounter here and there, but had escalated. He knew he controlled me, and I had started to call him “Master”. Every now and then he would send me erotic messages and pictures over the iPhone or ask me to meet him at various places. It always turned me on.

And the same happened this afternoon. His sms came in around 3 pm, and I couldn’t think of anything else after that. “I want you to meet me at Archway 35 at 6 pm, Ok?”

“OK,” I answer.

“Yes, what my little one?”

“OK, my Master.”

“See you …”

As soon as I can I leave work, head home for a shower and a change to some light fitting pants and a loose-fitting large t-shirt. I leave out the underwear, thinking that they will be off in a second anyhow.

With a raging hard-on I take the bus out to the suburbs and the address.

I walk the short distance to the little house, as it slowly gets dark. Thomas is not around, and the house has the typical soft red lights in the windows that signals it is a whore house.

I wait for a while at the gate by the street. But then the door opens, and a woman calls to me.

“Come on in Ted, Thomas is waiting for you.”

I am a little startled but walk the short pathway up to the house and is quickly ushered in by a beautiful Asian woman in her early thirties. She is wearing a Chinese kind of tight-fitting dress and she is beautifully made up, with her hair in a bun at the top. I follow her through the softly lit rooms, up the stairs into a large brightly lit bedroom, all in red, on the second floor. We enter and it smells of fresh love making, and the room is quite warm.

Thomas greets me with a hug and introduces me to a blond tall woman in a tight black leather dress.

“This is Eva, she’ll help out tonight.”

“Hi Eva, I’m Ted,” I answer meekly.

“Here’s the envelope with the “bonus” for today,” Thomas announces and puts it down on a side-table.

I notice that the room is rigged for filming, with spots and cameras and various stuff all around.

“Don’t pay attention to everything around this place. You are here to enjoy, and so are we!” Thomas chuckles.

“Now, undress for us over there by the bed. Slowly.”

The bed is undone, and the sheets all wrinkled up and it is clear it has been in use not long ago. Thomas sits on a casting chair, as I walk to the spot he designated, which has a little taped X, and slowly undress. Soon I stand naked with my raging hard-on point towards him.

Eva disappears behind a desk in a corner.

The spotlights warm the whole room, but I still feel a little cold and very exposed. There are cameras set-up all around.

“Tell us your full name please and where you are from.”

“My name is Ted Stromsen, from Stockholm Sweden originally.”

“How old are you?”

“I am 25.”

“So, tell us Ted, escort tuzla what did you come here to do?”

I open my mouth, hesitating.

“I came to … suck … cock.”

“How much do you like to suck cocks, Ted?”

“I love to suck cocks.”

“And do you like and swallow the gifts they give you when they climax?”

“Yes …”

“Did you catch all that, Eva?”

“Yes, perfect. Thanks.”

“Good, then let’s play a little Ted,”

Thomas gets up and approaches me. He wears his usual grey suit, white shirt, reddish tie and black shoes. He walks up and stands tall above me, very close.

He looks down at me as he gently fondles my erect cock.

“I can tell you are excited like hell.”

“Yes,” I answer softly.

He caresses my cheek and his thumb touches my lips. He pushes it slightly and it slides in. I stand sucking his thumb, as he asks:

“Tell me how much you’ve missed and long to suck my cock, Ted.”

My cock twitches in his hand as I answer.

“I’ve missed sucking your cock Master.”

He slowly pushes me down onto my knees. I look up at him.

“You know what to do my little cock sucker.”

He knows that makes me feel a little ashamed, but also excites me, when he calls me that.

I reach up and open his pants. He wears suspenders, so I can unbutton and fully open his pants without them falling. I reach in and bring out his huge but only half hard cock.

I look up at him, as I start kissing it from the bottom up. Then down again and to his heavy balls. I land lick my way back up and finally take him into my mouth.

“Oooh, soo nice,” he moans as I begin sucking and masturbating for him.

He grows rock hard and big in my mouth. He tastes good and smells fresh of aftershave.

I indulge in worshipping his cock, and time flies as I am in the middle of my own and his sexual bliss. I feel he is approaching an orgasm, when he suddenly steps back and pops out of my mouth.

“I don’t want to come just yet. Are you my little Slut, Ted?”

“Yes,” I answer, panting from the excitement and sucking.

He grabs a low chair behind him and sits down on it, in front of me.

He looks straight at me as he asks, “I love seeing your drink sperm, and you love it too, don’t you?”

“… yes?” I answer a little confused.

He reaches next to the bed and picks up a paper basket. He lifts it up for me to see inside, reaches in and in between some thin paper napkins he pulls out a condom. He lifts it up in front of me. It is full.

“It’s from just before you came. Feel it. It is still warm …”

He caresses it against my chin, nose and brings it to my lips.

“Take it into your mouth!”

His warm but strict words make me obey immediately. I open my mouth and suck in the pouch at the end of the sperm filled condom. It tastes a little of rubber and lubricants. I sit there sucking on it, as he smiles, holding the opening just above my eyes.

He pulls it out, and deftly turns it around, offering istanbul escort bayan the opening to my mouth instead.

“Take it into your mouth, my little sperm lover.”

I suck in the opening of the condom as he raises it, and I feel the cum slide into my mouth, a strangers’ load. It tastes salty and musky.

“Swallow it for me,” Thomas instructs, and caresses my cheek as I do.

“Have another …” he says as he holds the wastepaper basket up to me. I look in and see that there are several. I pick one up and hold it high. It is very full of white semen.

“Drink it down, Ted, relish it.”

I look at him, as I turn it around and slowly pour it into my mouth. It tastes more bitter than the first.

I swallow it and pick up a third, as Thomas beckons me to do. It is empty, and I have to rummage a little for the next. It is also very full. I lift it over my mouth, and this time I look over at Eva, as I pour another strangers’ cum into my open mouth and outstretched tongue. I miss it a bit, and some runs down my cheek instead. Who were all these men I wonder, as Eva waves to me and gives me a thumbs-up.

“Might as well take them all out and count them now, Ted.”

I do as he asks, and pick up six condoms all in all, of which three are already empty. I have already had two.

“It’s been a full day here at the studio, with seven women and six men; Mark, Anthony, Ahmed, Babangida, John and Haruto. Now go for the next one …”

He takes over the clutch of hanging condoms and hands me one of the remaining filled ones. He smiles broadly as I raise this one as well above my face and pour the contents into my open mouth.

“Hold it there and show me,” Thomas calls out.

I hold the condom up beside me as I turn to him and open my mouth to show him the whole load there. He points towards Eva, and I turn and realize I am facing directly into a camera as well.

“Now swallow it,” Thomas whispers.

I follow his orders. Two more to go …

Suddenly, Thomas stands up and holds his stiff erection in front of my mouth, as I face the camera.

A big screen on the far wall is suddenly lit up, and I see myself in close up on the big screen. Eva waves me another thumbs-up as Thomas pushes the mushroom head of his cock into my mouth.

“Stroke yourself,” Thomas orders.

I reach down and grab my throbbing cock. I see the camera zoom out and back in on my hand, and then back to my face. Eva is clearly doing a good job of capturing the scene.

I see myself as Thomas holds the condoms in his left hand, resting on my head, so that they hang down my left cheek. With his right hand he takes one of the remaining filled ones and slowly empties it over my nose and forehead. Some globs land by my eye. I hear Thomas breath heavily above me. I feel his lust also in his throbbing cock.

He places five condoms, so they hang down onto my forehead, and then carefully presses out the last one onto his long cock, from the root up to my lips. He holds it up so that the last drops land on escort erenköy my upper lip.

“Now lick me clean and make me cum …” he commands in a hoarse voice, full of lust.

He grabs my head, turns it and pushes the full length of himself into my mouth and down my throat. I gag a little but relax and the full length of him slides in until my nose is pressed against his lower small patch of pubic hair. He holds me there for quite a while, and I taste the seed of the unknown man on him. Musky, slightly bitter. It almost makes me cum myself.

Thomas pulls out, and looks down at me, as he holds my head in place. I sit still with my mouth wide open. He slowly moves his hips forward and dips his cock into my mouth, and then pulls out again. He moans out loud with every thrust, increasing the speed.

“Fuck, yes you little cock sucking slut …,” he screams as he floods my mouth with his loads.

I swallow his first two spurts, but the rest fills my mouth and runs down my chin, hanging there.

He grabs hold of his slowly softening penis and rubs it across my nose and lips and cheeks. He steps back, and smiles, clearly satisfied with himself and the whole scene.

He takes the condoms and bundles them together at the opening and holds them to my mouth.

“Here hold on to them with your teeth.”

I bite onto them, so they hang down from my mouth.

Eva comes up with a camera and takes several portrait shots of me like that.

“Smile,” she asks me, and I do my best.

“That will be a great one,” she proclaims and heads over to the producing table.

She switches off the bright lights, as I stand up on wobbly legs, still biting onto the condoms. I am still rock hard and longing to come. But Thomas hands me my clothes and tells me to get dressed, having zipped up himself already.

“It’s almost ready already. I’ll make sure it’s uploaded to the site tonight,” she giggles as she taps into a computer and waves us goodbye.

I quickly pull on my pants and shirt and shoes, and Thomas grabs my arm and pulls me down the stairs and out onto the street. He leads me the few steps to his parked car and opens the door and ushers me in.

I take the condoms in my left hand, and we drive off.

“That was incredibly hot, Ted.”

“Yes, it was,” I answer truthfully.

He puts on the radio and we drive through the evening without saying anything. I have lost sense of time since I stepped into the house, but it feels like a whole day.

“I’ll send you the link to the site, when I get it from Eva.”

“What kind is it …”

He chuckles.

“You’ll see.”

He stops by my house, and I get out.

“Still hard?” he asks.

“Yes,” I nod.

“Good, keep it that way,” he laughs and drives off.

I enter and take the elevator up to my little flat. As I fumble for my keys on the landing, my neighbour comes out. He is a retired kind, tall man of around 60, who sometimes comes around for a chat and coffee. I’ve more than once wondered if he had a crush on me.

Now he turns and looks smilingly at me.

“Look like it’s been an intensive evening for you. You better get a good night’s rest, and maybe I can pop by tomorrow at this time to learn more …” he laughs as he steps into the elevator.

I unlock the door and enter, and realize I am still clutching the condoms in my left hand.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

Mine! Ch. 01

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Blowjob

“Tyler.” He is holding out a hand. He is standing right in front of me.

I had no idea he was going to stop where he did. There was this flash of beefy legs going from left to right, and then, well, he stopped. I slowly looked up from the book was reading. I always bring a book to the laundromat to pass the time…and to not look so lonely. For a split second I take him in. It only takes the mind that long to make a snap judgment about someone. Besides, the view from his bulge to his face, and that friendly smile, well…Zach.

The bench is wide enough for three people, and I’m on the left side. Tyler sits down. Close. It’s disarming that a guy can be so open and unafraid. His bare leg is touching my jeans. His left hand is resting on the back of the bench, right behind my back, and I can feel it there. I have no place to move. Not even if I wanted to.

“Watcha reading?”

With my head turned to the right to face him, I am lost in his gaze. Manly stubble, open mouth, nice teeth, cute nose, earlobes – really like earlobes – and though not quite a true ginger, there is enough red in his hair to start the blood flowing down there. Which makes me muddleheaded for a moment…What?

“The book – what is it? I’m a reader too, mostly true stories.”

Oh…what kind?

“Gay ones.” His eyes widen a bit and as his pupils dilate, I can see into his thoughts.

Oh, I…uhh…yeah. This is a book about keeping body and mind in top shape. A guys book. Holding the book up so he can see it, Tyler reaches out and takes it, like it was offered to him. I suddenly feel exposed, not just because of the rise in my jeans. I no longer have a prop; and don’t know what to do with my hands. I fold my hands over my crotch. I am mouth breathing. Nervous habit.

“Sweet. You follow any of these tips?” His look is friendly, yet there is a hint of something more in his face and his tone.

Sure, the grooming ones are easy. It’s the relationship ones that can be a challenge! I rise to the challenge myself and throw a card into the game. Tyler purses his lips, and just nods. The buzzer on the dryer goes off. Damn. I jump up and head for it with my basket. He follows.

“Red bikini briefs! Nice!”

Blushing sucks. Yeah, you know, gotta give the ‘boys’ some support! I…I feel uncomfortable. I like him. Instead of folding everything the way I usually do, I just throw it all into the basket and turn to leave. I quickly turn back for a moment. Nice to talk with you, Tyler. Maybe…

He really is cute. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Tyler is cute. His open mouthed grin is so damn inviting. I clutch the basket under my arm and head out the door. It only takes five minutes to drive to my place. It’s close. So close.

Ring…ringggg. Yes?

“It’s Tyler!”

Hi! My heart is racing. Wait. How did you…

“Your book – you left it with me on the bench. Found a letter in it with your return address, so here I am. Oh, I mailed it for you.”

I push the buzzer. Come on in, man, I live on the second floor. A frantic glance around my apartment and I race to pick up a few stray things and chuck them into a closet. As I close the closet door, he knocks. Be right there!

“Hey!”

Come on in, man. Thanks for the book…and…

“I know. It’s okay. Gotta pee real bad. Over there?”

Yeah, first door on the right. The seat escort bostancı hits the tank. His stream sounds like a race horse. The flush. The sink. At least he is clean. Tyler, the clean and very hot guy I just met in the laundromat, is now in my apartment. On my mind. And the day is still young!

“Thanks. Been holding it in since we met. Mind if I sit a minute? Got a sore foot.”

Before I can say anything, He plops down on the couch and man spreads. The one foot is hoisted onto his other knee, and off goes that shoe.

“Got a sliver yesterday barefoot on a buddies deck. Thought I got it all, but its hard to see.”

I know what your thinking. Tyler is baiting me. I hesitate until I see the slightly red and swollen mark just under his arch. I have a really good tweezers, Tyler, that’ll be out fast. The bathroom. It has his scent. I pause and breathe it in, deep as I can.

Sitting on a chair as close as I can get, it only takes a moment to pluck the bit of wood from his foot. i squeeze some antibiotic cream on a band-aid and place it over the area. I could just look him in the face now, but why waste the opportunity. I slowly gaze at his body, starting with the large muscular calf of his leg. Wisps of reddish brown hair float on the tight skin of his thick thigh. Tight shorts would show a better bulge, but his loose ones tent at the hem and…commando! Just enough of a view to put a check mark on the list – crotch hair.

“Hey, thanks. Feels a lot better. Look, I would like to see you again, but I have a date for dinner, so I need to get going.”

Oh. Okay. Sure.

“Not like that.” His smile lifts me again. “It’s my sister – she’s in town for the weekend and we like to catch up.”

Blushing again. I can feel the heat redden my face.

“I know. It’s okay. What’s your number?”

My what?

“Your number – cell number!”

He puts me in his contacts. I do the same. He turns to face me before heading out the door. No toothy grin this time, just a Mona Lisa smile. His eyes penetrate mine; and my soul is his to see. He turns again and leaves. I feel good. Very good.

I’ve dated before. Not much to tell. The guys were usually either into a hookup, or they showed their emotional fangs before too long. I really wanted Tyler to call me. His vibe seemed to fit. We had met at the laundry on Sunday around noon. As I was headed to my car for work on Tuesday morning, my phone rang. Tyler.

“Hey. Are you busy tonight?”

Gotta food shop. Is there a plan? He chuckles.

“Food it is. I can pick you up at five thirty. Is that good?”

So Tyler is both flexible and polite. He may have had another plan. Picking me up is a nice gesture; and also a nice way to get back into my apartment…with the food, of course. Sure, Tyler. See you then.

“K.”

My workday never went so fast. I was mindfully in the moment to get everything done and out of the way. I raced home, showered and dressed. Five thirty. Five forty. Five fifty.

So what. I’m certainly not new to rejection. Sitting down at my laptop, a couple of tears well up. Silly. He just had some fun with me. Maybe I’ll surf the web for…

Ring. Ring. RINGGG.

I dart up and buzz the door. Did I forget how to breathe? The sound of someone taking two steps at a time, in a rush. KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!!

“I escort bayan istanbul am so sorry! Traffic. Left my fucking phone on the counter…” His heavy breathing is music to my ears.

I reach over his shoulder and give Tyler a buddy hug. Not too needy. Just right. He seems off guard. It takes him a few seconds to return my hug, but then I feel two strong arms holding me close; and I know it will be a good evening.

We have a good time food shopping. He is a funny guy. My sense of humor is at ease with his; and we draw a few stares with our loud laughter. I am with Tyler; nothing bothers me now. We both feel the moment. Trudging seven bags of heavy foodstuff up to the second floor leaves us both ready to flop down on the couch and laugh. Thanks for the hand, T.

“Just the hand?” I like his devilish grin.

We work together and soon have the meal on simmer, only the pasta needs to get into the pot. I am placing some of the prep stuff into the sink, and Tyler moves in. He puts his arms around my waist and snuggles me at the neck. It feels great.

“Let’s wait with the pasta, Z.” His lips place a soft and gentle kiss on the side of my neck, and a shiver of anticipation runs up my spine. “Dessert first…please?!”

I wiggle around and our first kiss fills me with warmth. His hands reach for the back of my head, and I open to him. The taste of his tongue on mine is all the dinner I will ever need. Ever.

Tyler pulls my tee out from under my belt and with my arms raised, he takes it off and tosses it gently to the floor. He resumes our kiss with gusto, with an energy that spikes my need to have his body fully on mine. T. Can we get past the slow strip for tonight? I need to feel you with me in bed. Like now. His smile is his answer. We become a blur of hands unbuckling, unbuttoning, removing…our own clothes and each others. The floor is stacked with castoffs and we stand in the middle, naked.

“Just as sweet as I thought you’d be.” His hand takes mine.

Tyler is at ease with his body. He should be. He is a beautiful person, in a wonderful and visually appealing body. Like me, he has an athletic build, but with about twenty pounds more muscle on him. Solid muscle. Solid everywhere. We both have buzzed body hair; and his manicured bush matches mine. Except his is red. So fucking hot.

He bounces on the bed and waits for me to join him. I crawl to him like a cat on the prowl, and cover his body with mine. Those muscular arms pull me in, and we kiss like our lives depend on it. I feel his hands roam my back and flanks. They graze my hips and cup my ass cheeks with a gentle squeeze. When some fingers start to plumb the valley of my crack, the moan that escapes my throat is all the signal he needs.

“Gonna make you mine, Z.”

I am already. You have my mind, T, and now you can have my body. If you want my heart…

Maybe his mouth on mine is his answer. But is it to say yes he does, or just to shut me up? No matter. This moment is too amazing to be sidetracked. Let the fun continue!

“Got lube and gloves?”

When I get back into bed, Tyler takes the goodies and tosses them aside. He flops me on my back and proceeds to have his way with me. No complaints here. Now T takes up the position I was in. He straddles my body and lowers himself to me ever so slowly, savoring his escort beykoz sensory input. His mouth at my neck, the warmth of his tongue has me stretch out cat-like to his ministrations. I love this feeling!

“You are mine tonight…I will make you mine… all mine…” Nuzzles and licks at my neck as his whisper enters my ear canal. His tongue soon follows. There was a time, long ago, that a young woman I was dating did the same thing. She put her tongue into my ear and it was so very overstimulating I had to ask her to stop it., But Tyler knows better. He knows what a man needs. His tongue barely traces the outer curve of my ear and only darts inward for a nanosecond. I literally convulse under his weight.

“Gotcha!” Barely a whisper again.

So let’s evaluate the situation., I meet this cute guy at the laundromat a few days ago. He seems into me. We exchange numbers. He makes a date and keeps it. My roller coaster of emotions is fully engaged. We are fully engaged in the throws of the start of sexual ecstasy. OMG, can he ever use his tongue! Okay, I just let out The Sex Sneeze.

When I get totally turned on, I always, always sneeze. Once is enough. Never twice. It is the rush of sensations, both physical and emotional that surge through me and find an expressive exit with a sneeze! No kidding.

“Been waiting for that.”

You know?

“Lucky guess. I’ve heard about it before. Actually, there was a guy…”

My mouth on his is also a signal. I want more of Tyler…stories can wait.

“What’s in the squeeze tube?”

I had grabbed a tube of honey when I went to get the lube and condoms. Honey. If your’e into it… Tyler does not need a lot of coaxing. He lifts the tube and anoints me with a drop of honey in all of the places he plans on tasting. my throat gets a drop. My nips. A dab hits each pit; and a line of it covers my trail. Several dabs slick up my shaft; and then T squeezes the rest into his hand. he dips my cockhead into his palm, and rubs the rest all over my nuts and taint. Honey soaked fingers finger my hole and for the first time, something other than his tongue enters my body. A honeyed finger slips easily into me, followed by another. They plunge deep, and find my P spot. I wriggle and let out a low growl.

“Told you you’d be mine tonight, Z.”

I lift a hand and touch his shoulder. Tyler is astride me now, intent on claiming every honey-marked spot on my body as his own. Who am I to complain? When he makes it down to my bush, he gives it a firm and prolonged nuzzle and I can hear the deep breaths taking in my scent.

“Love this, Zach.”

I love… Oh! His mouth just took me in. My slit is at the mercy of the tip of his tongue! I am squirming and squealing and it seems to fuel his activity. The wetness and warmth of his mouth on my fullness is driving me crazy. Nothing exists except for his mouth and my dick! The man is an animal.. My animal!

“Grrrrr” As if to confirm our connection T lets out an animal growl. I love it!

He springs up and attacks my neck! I feel teeth bite in. OMG What is he doing? I feel delirious. Almost drugged. Were those fangs that I saw in his burst of speed to take my neck? They sink deep into my flesh, yet I do not feel pain. I am in a state of suspension, not knowing what will come next, or if there will even be a next for me. Right now, all I know is what I feel. I feel Tyler, whatever he is, draining my body of its life giving blood. I feel…I…

“Awake?”

My eyelids start to flutter. He hovers over me, his face close to mine. Bits of dried blood stick to his chin. His smile is…fangs! My blood stains his teeth. He bends in. I open to him, instinctively.

“Mine!”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

Morning with Daddy

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

My first attempt at a short story: one that’s romantic in nature, but yet hot and primal, too. Hope you all enjoy.

I’m always the first to wake in the morning; he’s the heavy sleeper. I look over at him and take him in, sleeping peacefully, with his gorgeous body on display. His muscles, curves, hair, skin, they’re all so hot. I feel so lucky to be in bed next to him.

I give him a gentle nudge, trying to get him to wake up. He slowly stirs, looks at me and then smiles. We share a kiss and caress each other a bit, just basking in the moment.

“Good morning, baby”, he says to me.

“Good morning, Daddy”, I reply back.

After a brief yawn and a stretch, he takes me by the hand, pulls me out of bed, and walks with me to the bedroom mirror. There we are, naked, both of our cocks erect with morning wood, pointing straight up at the ceiling. His – long, thick, and hairy; mine – much smaller in comparison, and shaved completely bare. It’s become somewhat of a morning ritual to do this, just as a reminder of his dominance over me.

It’s not unusual for him to turn me around so he can get a good look at my cute ass in the mirror, too.

“I love your ass, baby”, he whispers in my ear as he reaches down and kneads my tender flesh, followed by a spank on either cheek. I jump in surprise at the impact of his hand on my butt, and he just chuckles in amusement. “Is my little boy horny this morning?” he asks me as his fingers graze the underside of my penis, making it twitch and throb. “Sure looks like you are”, he laughs. “Well, Daddy’s horny too. I haven’t had escort kartal a release in a little bit, and I know just the thing I need to help me unload”, he says as he rubs my ass again. “Why don’t you get on your knees and give Daddy’s cock a kiss?”

I immediately comply and drop to my knees, and there’s Daddy’s cock, staring me straight in the face.

“Don’t be shy, baby, it won’t bite”.

I move my lips to his head and kiss it, then lightly swirl my tongue around it, briefly probing his peehole and making him moan. I always love how Daddy’s cock tastes in the morning. So sweet, yet salty. I open my mouth and start to take in his length, flicking my tongue against his shaft on the way down as he lets out another moan. He puts his hand on the back of my head as I begin bobbing up and down on his penis, sucking it for all it’s worth.

My hand moves to his balls and starts lightly fondling them; I know how much he loves having his balls played with. I can tell they’re swollen and full of warm cum, and I so badly want to feel it shoot into my mouth and into the back of my throat, but he abruptly stops me and says, “Hold on, I don’t wanna cum just yet, honey. I have something else in mind.”

He picks me up, takes me back to the bed, and lays me down on my back. Then he lifts my ass up into the air, and gently spreads me open. “Mmm there’s my favorite little boy pussy”, he grunts. I feel so exposed and vulnerable, yet hopelessly horny having my most intimate parts open to my daddy like this. He wastes no time, diving bayan escort right in tongue-first, starting with the outer ring of my anus and then working his way to my opening, probing it in and out expertly, in the way only he knows how to.

It feels so fucking good, but I want more. As if by instinct, he obliges, withdrawing his tongue for a moment, wetting his index finger with it, and gently sliding it inside me. As much of a slut as I am, the sheer size of Daddy’s cock warrants ample foreplay to get me ready for it. Plus, I think he just loves teasing me and making me beg for it. Once he’s worked up his first finger to the second knuckle, he wets another finger and pushes it in alongside the first, beginning to really stretch me out now.

“Does this feel good baby? You like it when Daddy fingerfucks you?”

“Oh god yes”, I moan back.

He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me faster now. I feel like I could cum just from him doing this, but I know he has more in store for me. He pulls his fingers out of my ass and brings them up to my mouth, letting me lick my juices off them, before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a bottle of lube. He pours some over his throbbing cock and then gently speads some over my asshole, working it in and out ever so slightly with his finger.

“Are you ready baby?” he asks me.

I nod in approval, and he lines up his cock with my puckered hole, and slowly pushes against it. My asshole struggles to accomodate his member at first, even with the foreplay and the lube warming escort maltepe it up. He’s so big.

But finally, after some resistance, he’s got the tip in, and then before I know it, he’s completely inside of me, balls deep and bottoming out. We lock lips as his penis throbs deep inside my warm hole, almost as if it’s begging for him to begin thrusting his hips. He starts to do just that, rocking back and forth, sliding his length in and out of me. No words are spoken between us now, they’re not necessary at this point. It’s just me and my daddy, his cock penetrating me, making love to my ass, as we both grunt and moan together.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me, feeling the warmth of his body heat and his weight on top of me, as he pumps his cock in and out, in and out, in and out. I feel so full, so complete. He’s so big, so manly, and he is fucking me so, so, good. I wish I could savor this moment forever. He starts fucking me faster and begins to moan louder. I can feel him throbbing more and more inside me, so I know he’s gonna cum soon. God, I want him to cum inside me. I need him to cum inside me.

“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good”, he manages to grunt out. “I’m gonna breed this little boy pussy, make it mine. You want that? You want Daddy to breed you?”

“Umf, yes Daddy, please. I want your cum inside me. Give it to me, Daddy. Cum in me.”

That sent him over the edge. His cock twitched and spasmed inside me as long ropes of cum shot deep into my ass, breeding my boy pussy. He kept pumping in and out until his balls were completely empty, and then he collapsed on top of me.

Our lips meet again, and then he whispers, “baby, you felt so good. I can’t wait to do this again.”

“Same here”, I reply with a giggle.

Exhausted and spent after a good fuck, we drift back to sleep, his cock still inside me.

I love my Daddy.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

Mikey and the Chickadee Ch. 19

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Tits

My phone didn’t make a sound all day, which was not entirely out of the ordinary. I didn’t know whether to expect anything from Mikey. At work, I pushed back against this silence with indifference; already during the early-morning bus ride home I had cried at length, the front of my shirt no less than soaked in my sorrow. A meager assortment of riders had climbed on along the southbound stops, and I felt relief only because none came to sit near me.

It had been enough to carry me through the day. I made cheerful conversation with Jennifer about whose couch would be better-suited to our new living area. I slotted into my familiar productive groove and began clearing my desk of personal effects toward the end of the day.

I came home to a still, silent apartment and lay on my bed, the few items I had removed from the office spilling out around me. I looked at my phone, then placed it screen-down and scooted it across the blanket, over the edge. I heard it thud on the carpet below.

Mikey had fully respected my wish to be left alone, and maybe he wouldn’t have tried to contact me anyway. If he was upset then he probably wanted to be left alone, too.

I lacked the self-control necessary to keep memories at a distance, and they flooded me now–most of all: his bare feet out on the sand, t-shirt clinging to the taut skin of his chest, black hair kicking up in the warm wind. I thought of the way his smile, in that moment, offered up the slightest amount of vacancy, awaiting fulfillment by wonders soon to arrive. This behavior was innocent. It did not calculate. He waited like a child would wait, because he understood that he could not know what mysteries these wonders would hold before their time.

With my head against the pillow, I looked up at the ceiling and started to cry again for the first time since early that morning. I imagined him alone now, wishing he could contact me but believing it to be something I didn’t want. I remembered his plea, about how happy being together made him, and how he didn’t want it to stop. He had described the feeling as a simple one, and he had been right.

But it didn’t matter. I knew myself, and I knew what it would take for me to stay. Mikey was quick to admit to (and could probably have listed, had I asked) the things that scared him. I was frightened at least as much by other things, but they were more difficult to lay to paper, and whereas his fears were cause for me to stay, my own were the driving force in my departure.

The radio silence would last through the rest of the night. I got along by cooking dinner, then throwing myself into packing the apartment, chiseling out a significant portion of the job before I realized that if I continued at this rate, there would be nothing left to distract me on Thursday and Friday. I wanted to go to bed, but the hour was not suitably late and I knew I wouldn’t sleep. I read until I could not focus anymore.

Whatever experience Mikey and I had shared, I stood just barely outside of it now. I had minimally but effectively decoupled myself from it. For a precious couple of minutes, I saw our relationship for that to which it amounted; it did not feel like a lifetime now, nor could it be compressed down to a single whirlwind day. Several weeks brought together two compatible people, each interested in the other, interesting to the other, to a decidedly extreme degree.

Objectivity was helpful now in a way, but I did not feel especially comforted by it, and I got the sense that it wasn’t accessing something important–some overarching essence of what it was to be in the same place as him. After preparing for sleep I lay on my side, slightly off to the right portion of the bed. There was room left over for Mikey to lay facing me, and it was not hard to imagine it now. The feeling of assurance as his eyes looked deeply into mine from the other pillow, as our fingers fluttered lightly against one another’s between us was powerful and complete.

His absence and his silence now dug into me. I had no less than demanded it, and I knew with some amount of incredulity that if I did nothing, Mikey would be gone, silenced forever. I had asked for it, and there was no doubt in my mind that he would honor it. This truth rattled me; I tucked up my knees, pulling my feet close to the rest of my body, and remembered nothing else besides crying in prolonged, wrenching sobs until I fell asleep.

I rode the bus into the city the next morning, imagining what it was like for Mikey to be driving alone in his car for yet another day. I wondered how quickly he would return to this groaning, shuddering beast once he knew for sure that I was gone. I hoped it would be easy for him to come back to it, to sit alone, smiling to himself from time to time, content in his quiet productivity, just as he had been before we ever met. I hoped he would soon feel calm and happy, back on his own, more aware of his own identity, and free.

By the end of the day, the thought of returning to my small, upended home was not escort pendik yet bearable, so I did not text or call ahead, just departed from the 40 as usual and then crossed under the highway toward my parents’ house. It would occur to me later that I had not showed up unannounced at their home in some time, and at first I could not comprehend my mom’s surprise when I walked through the front door and began removing my shoes.

“How’s packing going? Oh, and this was your last day downtown,” she said. “Are you feeling overwhelmed at all?”

I took long enough to respond, stepping slowly over to the couch and resting my chin on my hands, that I was certain she sensed something was amiss already. “It’s not the packing, Mom, or work. How is work going for you?”

She cleared her throat and said, “It’s pretty good.” She then came over and sat next to me. “Tell me what’s wrong, sweetie.”

I leaned against her, feeling very much like I needed to cry again, but holding it back. “It’s been hard saying goodbye. Actually…it just didn’t work. It fell apart. I think it’s done.”

She knew whom I referred to without asking and said nothing in response; she knew, too, that I would continue on my own after enough time. Her hair tickled my neck and I felt a thin curtain of safety rise up around me, blocking everything out except for her and the sunlight pouring in through the front window.

“When I left his place yesterday morning,” I began slowly, “he didn’t say much. He was crying, and he said something about how he didn’t think it would ever end up like this. He said some things that I don’t understand, and some things I don’t agree with. But I agreed with him when he said that.”

“Oh no. Did the two of you argue?”

I nodded. “He wants me to stay, Mom. He wants it so bad, and I kept thinking that it was so selfish of him. He always said he would support my decision to go. But when I was leaving, he just looked so sad that I couldn’t see anything else–not selfishness, and nothing else he would be playing at. I don’t think he operates that way. All I could see was his sadness. He was, like, shivering, Mom. It was very cold in the room. And he even said it–he said, ‘I am so sad,’ like that was the only thing he had left to say.”

Her body shifted against me. “Wyatt, has he committed himself to you?”

“No.” I paused. “Well, sometimes it feels like he kind of already did, in a way, but he can’t say it. I don’t think he could promise me anything like that, even if I wanted him to.”

“You don’t want him to?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t think so. It’s been a month, Mom. I’m not sure it’s right to even be asking for any kind of promises.” After saying this I waited for her response, but she offered none, and although she had turned toward me, I could not tell how she felt from her expression. “What do you think about that?” I asked.

“A lot of people say this,” she started. “I think it’s true, though. Every situation is different. Everyone is an individual. I can’t tell you if a month is long enough, or too short a time for anything. I haven’t lived in your experience with him. I don’t know.”

I waited to continue, gathering an inclination together in my mind which seemed simple in a way, but was difficult for me to articulate. “I think it kills me just as much to leave him as it kills him that I’m going…but still, we came up with two different decisions about it.”

She nodded. “It’s weird how things like that happen sometimes, isn’t it?” She hesitated for a moment. “And there’s no chance you could keep seeing him while you live up there?”

I took a long time to answer her, finally lowering my head and muttering, “I just can’t have it that way. I don’t want it. I don’t know why.”

“Some people just aren’t built for that, and it’s okay. I certainly don’t think I could do it.”

“In my last relationship, I was willing to try it.” I paused and looked up at her. “Remember that?”

“I do. Maybe you’ve changed. I’m tempted to say change like that is more common at your age, but people can change at any time in their life. Or maybe it’s just that you see it differently with Mikey. Maybe it’s all or nothing with him.”

“I guess so,” I said. I thought for a moment. “Part of what bothered him was me letting on that I had some serious doubts about my career, then deciding to go through with the move anyway.” I glanced over at her, anticipating her surprise–I rarely ever really talked to her about my job–but she barely reacted at all. “On top of everything,” I continued, “he believes I’m not being true to myself if I go.”

“He can’t really say if you are or you aren’t. Only you will know that.”

“Yeah, I know. But it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have brought it up, if it’s how he feels.”

“Alright, yes, I see that, too. Look, sweetie, I got a particular feeling from the two of you the other night. It seemed like you were awfully close…and it seemed like a good thing istanbul escort to me.” She stopped and looked me in the eyes. “I’m just wondering if it’s going to make you incredibly sad not to be around him. I believe in the potential for another person’s presence to affect how happy you are. I know you probably already know that, but please consider it as you make your decision.”

“I did consider it. And I think I have already,” I said.

“Wyatt, I need you to tell me this, because I’m worried you’re holding it back from me. Are you are missing him as much as I would imagine you are?”

“I’m not sure that it’s had time to sink in yet,” I said. This was mostly a lie and there was no reason for me to have said it. “Everything just feels so quiet and empty right now.”

I stopped talking, aware that I had shared more of myself with her in this one conversation than in all of the weeks leading to it. She was right; I missed Mikey so much that I felt ill. I nearly rejected the thought of having said goodbye to him forever. I began to consider the full gravity of it again, took one more look at my mom and started to cry.

She brought me into her arms, hugging me tightly and said, “I know.” I believe she began to cry then as well. “I know, I know,” she kept saying, aware, as some people are in these situations, that sometimes there is nothing else to say.

After a moment, when we had both calmed down a bit, she gripped my arm within her small hands and said, “Wyatt, I have something I need to tell you. But first I need to say that I know I haven’t been very emotionally available.”

“Come on, Mom, you’ve been–“

“No, just let me say this now. There have been times when you’ve wanted to talk about something and I’ve been distant with you, because whatever you brought up was making me encounter my own problems and I didn’t like it. You want an example of selfishness–well that’s it. All I can tell you is that I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for that, Mom.”

She shook her head. “Yes I do. You won’t change my mind. Wyatt, the last time we talked about your career was before it ever started–your senior year of college, over the winter break. You had some considerable doubts, and I told you to stick to it. I don’t think I really said anything else. It destroys me because…” She paused and looked for a moment like she was about to cry again. She let go of me and straightened herself up. “It destroys me now because I had doubts about my own career back then, but made up my mind to ignore them. My only way to hold onto that conviction was to tell you to do the same. I feel responsible in that way, and it’s very painful for me.”

“It’s not that simple,” I told her. “I respected what you told me then. I still do. And besides, you aren’t the only factor when I make those decisions. You must know that.”

“I do know that. But I still feel responsible. I’ll get over it eventually, but right now I just need you to know that I’m sorry. I put myself before you at that time. It’s the worst thing a parent can do to their child.”

“That’s overdoing it a little. You gave me advice, that’s all.”

“I gave you self-interested, and therefore bad advice.”

I managed a laugh. “Fine. If that’s how you really feel, then I accept your apology.”

She smiled at me. “Okay, well I’ll keep this brief, because it’s not about me right now, but next week will be my last at the hospital. I’m taking your advice and pursuing my passion. I’m doing it for me, and no one else.”

“Oh my god. Are you kidding me? That is such good news, Mom.”

“I wanted to tell you right away, yesterday, when I finally went through with it, but I figured with everything you have going on that I should wait.”

“No you shouldn’t,” I said. “I’m just so happy for you.”

“Well, thanks, sweetie.” She gave me a hug and then sat back. “I can’t believe I actually did it. Your little old mom takes care of business.” She laughed, but before long some of the excitement had faded from her face. “You know, I really don’t like to see you cry, Wyatt. Not like you did today. I just can’t stand it.”

“I know. This makes me feel better, though.”

“So, will you think about it?”

“Think about what?”

She paused, laying her hands in her lap. “Think about what I did to make myself happy, and be sure that whatever you choose is going to make you happy.”

I sat very still, staring at her for a moment. “Alright, Mom, I can try to do that.”

She begged me to stay for dinner, but I insisted that I wasn’t hungry.

“You’re just like me,” she said. “Your appetite vanishes when you’re stressed. It’s okay.”

I promised her I would eat something later on.

That night I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel much of anything. I packed meticulously, tetrising over half of my belongings with great care into boxes and milk crates, following a methodical order of importance which would aid future retrieval.

“Do you own a television?” escort kurtköy Jennifer texted around nine.

“Yes. I’ll bring it up,” I replied.

I left for a nearby corner store, where I purchased a small dinner and one felt-tipped marker. After eating I slowly, carefully labeled the containers with general respect to their contents. By ten o’ clock I forced myself to stop everything, concerned that there would be nothing left to do the next day.

Before falling asleep, I attempted to clear my mind of all thoughts, but settled for new imaginings of my mom, upstairs in my old bedroom–now her sewing room–smiling and working away.

The next day I realized I would have been much better off working through Friday. I tried to slow myself down as I continued boxing and labeling, to become even more methodical, more meticulous, but I could only take it so far. I had too much time on my hands, and pounced on my phone once I noticed Marie had texted. She had just finished up at work and asked if I needed help packing, or at least some company.

“I could use some company,” I replied. “I’ll borrow my mom’s car and pick you up at Southgate if you want.”

She didn’t respond to this, which was her customary way of deflecting offers. She showed up at the door an hour and a half later.

We hugged and she began poking around the apartment like a cat in a newly-discovered room. “Oh, wow,” she said. “I haven’t been here in too long. I’m a little sad to see it in this state.”

I sat on the edge of my bed and listened to her remark at the packed containers, as well as a few larger items that would be carried out individually.

“Oh, Wyatt, remember this couch? Remember your record player?” she asked, lifting the transparent lid on its hinge and then setting it back down.

“Yes, I remember them,” I said with a small smile. “I live here.”

“I just can’t believe you won’t be in the city anymore.”

“Me neither, Marie.”

She regarded me in complete silence for a moment and then sat down on the edge of the couch nearest me, crossing her legs. “Please tell me how things are.”

I sighed. “I let myself feel it all, Marie. I did what you said.”

“And what happened?”

I invoked a miniature explosion with my hands. “The battle. Like you told me. It happened two days ago. And in the end, moving away won out.” My voice quivered now. “I think I lost him, Marie. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again.”

“Oh no. That’s not good. I told you to give each a fair shot.”

“I tried, Marie. I really think I did.”

“I take it you’re not talking to him now? Have you been thinking about him?”

“I’ve been trying not to.”

“Stop that,” she said. “It’s not giving him a fair shot.”

“I know. You keep saying that. But he’s not ready for a relationship with me. He won’t call me his boyfriend, and I don’t know how to feel secure in him sticking around. The only way he could ever be worth…you know, not leaving, is if I knew for certain that things with him would last.”

She smirked. “Well, let’s ignore that fact that you can’t know that yet, and maybe not ever, no matter what he says. Do you really need him to say he’ll be your boyfriend to feel secure with him? Do you actually think he won’t get there? The guy seems to like you an awful lot–I mean, this bleeds with irony right now. You’re worried about commitment from him, when he’s the one begging you to stay.”

I frowned at this, then drew in a slow breath. “In a way, I just wish he could put aside the raw feeling of wanting me to stay, and stop to consider that I’ll be losing my job. I’ll have nothing. What does he want me to do–go back to my summer job? And where the fuck will I live? I can’t get it out of my head that it’s a selfish point of view on his part, and I didn’t know he could be that way.”

She paused. “Maybe it’s not so much about whether he’s worth it, or not worth it, or whether he’s selfish or not. I think it has more to do with you and your personal needs. Take a look at your job. If you move to keep it, who are you doing that for? I really hope you’re doing it for yourself, and no one else. I’m a little skeptical about that part, to be perfectly honest with you. Now, if you stay to be with Mikey, I’m pretty sure you’d be doing it at least as much for yourself as for him. Probably more.”

“Oh god, Marie. How do I even figure that out for sure? Jesus, maybe you’re right. I don’t know.”

“Maybe I’m not,” she said. “Maybe this is just the disturbing form my eleventh-hour pleading has chosen to take on. See? Everybody’s fighting to get what they want. We’re all selfish, Wyatt. I think it’s doable to just accept that about people, and chase after what you want. Keep others in mind, but also keep looking out for number one.”

I smiled a little. “Right. Riding a train and two busses clear across the city to help a friend in his time of need–that’s really selfish, Marie.”

She stayed silent, smiling and shrugging. I went over the couch, sat down next to her and pulled her into a long hug. She patted my shoulder and said, “Everything will be okay, Wyatt.”

“Marie,” I said shakily, “I mean, if I…fuck. If I actually don’t go, then every second passing right now is just pointless torture for him. How can I live with myself knowing that?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

Moving to a Retirement Community Ch. 09

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Dildo Deepthroat

Rob and I retired to my bedroom where we sat on each side of the bed and began to undress. I looked over at him and he was bent over taking off his shoes an socks and his shirt was riding up his back, exposing the top of his butt crack to me. I decided to hold my judgement until I saw him completely naked, so I turned around and continued getting my things off as well. Once I was finished I turned and saw him lie back on the bed, his cock resting on his belly. From what I could see he was also uncut, but the size of his cock completely surprised me. He appeared to be no bigger than one or two inches! I also noticed that he shaved his crotch. Not a hair to be seen anywhere around his cock or balls and then, upon a closer inspection, I noticed no hair on his arms or his legs. Apparently he kept his body shaved, with the exception of his face and head. While he didn’t have a beard or a mustache, his eyebrows were still there. I found myself eager to see what his body felt like once we got started.

I joined Rob, lying on the bed and snuggling closer to him. I could feel his body heat and it wasn’t long before I felt his hand on my thigh, slowly moving up towards my already expanding cock. Once contact was made he propped himself on one arm and leaned closer, letting his mouth envelope all of me. He took me right down to my hair, without any hesitation whatsoever. For a man of his stature I was surprised that he could ‘handle’ me with such ease. I felt him work his tongue into my foreskin and lick around my cock head, probing into my piss slit shortly after that. He was using his hand on my balls at the same time, massaging them and applying a gentle pressure at the same time. After a couple of minutes he pulled off me and descended to my balls, where he lavished them with his mouth, sucking each one into his mouth one at a time. Then he moved around and positioned himself between my legs, pushing them wider with his knees and then settled on his stomach and proceeded to continue his oral manipulation on my cock and balls. He pulled my balls back towards my belly and lowered his mouth and planted it on that area just behind my balls and I had to moan with pleasure. It sure felt good to have someone paying attention down there. I enjoyed that almost as much as having my cock sucked.

In his current position it was totally impossible for me to do anything with him, so I just lay there and let him do what ever he wanted to. When he did try to probe my ass with his fingers though I stopped him.

“I’m not into that,” I told him. “I’m not letting anyone stick anything up there. If that’s what you’re interested in the you can forget it. If that’s what you really had in mind then you might as well just get dressed and leave.” I was quite set escort ümraniye in my ways and I definitely wasn’t about to let anyone jam anything up my ass. I love the oral aspects of man-on-men contact, but that’s all. I’ll suck cock, lick balls, and suck nipples, but I will not stick my finger or my cock up someone’s ass and I expect to get the same respect.

“It’s not a problem with me, Mike,” he told me. “I wasn’t aware of how you felt and I’ll not do anything that you don’t want done. OK?”

“Thank you, Rob. I appreciate that.”

With that resolved, he lowered his head and continued with his oral assault. He moved higher and took my cock into his mouth once more and this time he started to hum while he sucked me. Now I’ll tell you this. I may not be much of a cocksucker, nor have I had too many men suck my cock, but this is the first time anyone hummed while sucking on me. I found, though, that I liked it. It was definitely a new sensation and the combination of his sucking, licking and humming soon hand me ready to fill his mouth with my cum. At one time he used his teeth, biting down on my cock just behind the ridge of my cock head and pulled forward, until his teeth were stopped at the base of the ridge. Once there he increased his humming and it was only a matter of a few more minutes before I shot a huge load of cum into his sucking mouth, where he greedily sucked it all down his throat and into his belly. He continued to use his mouth on me until I was finished and then he pulled back, licking up and down my shaft and gently sucking my cock head, like he was sucking on a straw to get the last bit of drink at the bottom of the glass, and then let my now limp cock fall back onto my belly.

“Damn! I’ve never had anyone do that to me before,” I told him.

“Did you like it?”

“I sure as hell did,” I told him. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“A man I once knew told me about it. He used that technique on me several times and I just knew I’d want to try it myself one day.”

“Is this the first time you’ve used it?”

“Oh no. I’ve used it a bunch of times, but always with the same result. While you might think you’re not ready to shoot your load, I find that the combination of my sucking, licking, and humming gets your juices flowing a lot faster and before you know what’s happening, you’re ready to let loose with a long hard shot of cum. And that’s when I get ready to drink your juices and totally enjoy the feel of an erupting cock in my mouth.”

“I’m going to have to remember that one myself. I’ve got a couple of friends that I’d love to use it on, too.”

Now Rob was lying on his back once more and I realized it was now my turn escort istanbul to work on him, so I slid over to his side of the bed and reached down to explore his shaved cock.

“I see you keep yourself shaved,” I mentioned.

“Yes. I always have. Just makes me more comfortable, and the feel of my clothing against my skin is a wonderful feeling as well.

I started with just my balls and then my cock and balls and eventually I got where I wanted to keep my whole body shaved, so I started doing that, but all that stubble only irritated areas of my body, such as my ass and under my arms. I checked into hair removal methods and thought I’d try Laser Hair Removal, but the cost was too prohibitive. Next I thought about waxing, but that was too painful to even really consider. Next I thought of edpilatories but found I was allergic to most of them and all I got for my efforts was a rash. Damned itchy, too. Then there was electrolysis, but just the thought of that one was enough to make me realize I couldn’t do it.

“So what did you do then?” I asked.

“I found a new method a couple years ago called Finally Free. It uses radio waves to kill the hair cells, stopping the growth. I’ve been using it now for almost a year and since I started I’ve not discovered any regrowth of hair anywhere on my body.”

“Is it expensive?”

“Not really. It does take time though and a lot of patience. You get something that looks like an electric set of tweezers, but it’s not like what you know as tweezers. You have to use it on each individual hair you want to get rid of. It sends a radio wave through the hair down to the root and in just a couple seconds the hair slides out painlessly and it will never grow again. I just love it.”

“How long did it take to do your whole body?” Now I was curious.

“All in all, I’d say it took about 2 months to do my entire body. Well worth it, too. I’ve used it on my face, too.”

For the first time I noticed that he didn’t have the ‘five o’clock shadow’ he once had.

“I hated shaving every morning and then having to do it again when I got home from work. You remember how thick my beard was, don’t you?”

I did. I’d often commented about his ‘shadow’ at work and he’d once told me that if he could find a way to quit shaving then he’d invest into it. I guess he found that method after all.

“Did it hurt at all?”

“Not a bit. I just had to prepare myself for a daunting job though.”

I let my hand slide up his right leg and noticing that there were no bumps from hair. I got to his balls and squeezed them, getting a moan from him, and noticed no shadow around the base of his cock, either. Now you’ve got to remember this, I was used to escort göztepe seeing a man with a lot of body hair, and now there was nothing there. Simply amazing. I’m sure he was quite happy now. I know I’d be, if I had been in his postition. Luckily for me I have real thin hair so it’s never been a problem for me. I only shave a couple times a week myself, as my beard is so light that it’s almost like it isn’t there at all. I never liked a beard or mustache anyway.

I leaned over and got my first close look at his tiny cock. I was the smallest cock I’ve ever seen. I put my hand on it and found that it easily fit in the palm of my hand and I could feel it filling with blood as an erection approached. Once he was fully rigid I’d estimate his length was 3 inches, with only a small amount of foreskin covering his cock head. I pulled that skin back and revealed a slightly pinkish cock head, with a piss slot on the top of his crown, much like mine. A drop of precum was alredy there so I dabbed it with my finger and plucked it off, raising my finger to my mouth so I could taste him for the first time. His precum reminded me of the cum I’d sucked from Ed all those months ago at the ABS. I lowered my head and took him entirely into my mouth and found that, not only could I get his entire cock into my mouth, but I could also get both his smallish balls in there as well.

Rob was now moaning with pleasure, so I applied a little pressure with my tongue, pushing his balls against the base of his cock and worked around them while sucking as well. At first it was a little difficult with both cock and balls in my mouth, but I soon got a rhythm going and they all began to feel more comfortable in my mouth. After a little while I released his balls and concentrated on that small prick. Since I couldn’t get it in my hand and use my mouth at the same time, I worked at it with my tongue, probing into his skin, which wasn’t as loose as mine, and licked around his head and cupped my tongue under his crown and worked there for a while. There wasn’t really a need to bob up and down on this organ, since I could wrap my entire tongue around it and suck it like a straw, a small straw, but the concept was the same. I could almost imagine my tongue wrapping completely around the girth of his cock and touching itself and I’ll bet that if I really tried I could do just that. But this was a time for sucking and not experimenting, so I returned to what I was doing and sucked his cock. I was soon rewarded with a couple shots of his cum, which landed on the back of my tongue, just on the edge of my taste buds, and was surprised at how good it was. I greedily sucked him dry and swallowed the two loads he gave me. Only then did I move to the side and lay next to him.

“Thank you, Mike. That was wonderful.”

“I’m glad you liked it, Rob. We’ll definitely have to do this again sometime.”

“Yes,” he answered, “we will.” The next thing I heard was his snoring, as he dropped off to a deep sleep. I lay there for a few minutes and then shut my eyes and joined him in slumberland.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

Von Bernd , Marc , Horst (14)

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ava Addams

Als erster wurde Horst wach und als er die Augen öffnete, blickte er während es draußen bereits leicht dämmerte direkt in Kevins schlafendes Gesicht. Er erkannte Kevin sofort und dahinter mich, als ich mir gerade anfing den Schlaf aus den Augen zu reiben. Als ich mich zu Horst drehte und ihn und Kevin erblickte, hielt sich Horst den Finger vor den Mund.

Ich machte große Augen als mir die Tatsache bewusst wurde, dass sich Kevin heute Nacht in unser Bett geschlichen hatte und schaute fragend auf Horst, die leicht mit den Schultern zuckte. Unabhängig voneinander fragten wir uns wortlos was diese Situation zu bedeuten hatte. Ich blickte auf den Wecker, es war gerade mal 6.

Horst grinste und ich sah, dass er soviel sagen wollte, hielt sich aber zurück, um Kevin nicht zu wecken. Unentschlossen tauschten wir Blicke aus und Horst suggerierte, dass er sich an Kevin kuscheln wollte und dass ich das Gleiche tun sollte. Ich nickte und zeitgleich kuschelten wir uns an Kevin.

„Guten Morgen, mein Liebling!” hörte ich Horst sagen, was ich augenblicklich mit:

„Na hast Du auch so gut geschlafen wie ich?” kommentierte.

Kevin wurde wach und als er uns so an ihn gekuschelt entdeckte, machte er sich stocksteif.

„Wie spät ist es?”

„Gerade mal 6!”

„Dann haben wir ja noch ein bisschen Zeit!” und schon begann Horst Kevin zu streicheln, als er dann vorgab Kevin plötzlich zu entdecken.

„Kevin, was machst Du denn hier?” fragte Horst sanft.

„Kevin?” fragte auch ich.

In Kevins Gesicht zeigte sich die volle Portion des Ertapptwerdens.

„Ich, ich…!”

Und dann wollte er schnell aus dem Bett flüchten, doch Horst hielt ihn zurück.

„Nana, kneifen gilt jetzt nicht. Du bist heute Nacht in unser Bett gekommen. Warum?”

„Ich, ich…”

Nun griff ich ein. „Kevin, das ist doch nicht schlimm. Man kann doch mit seinen Bros im gleichen Bett schlafen, da ist doch nichts dabei.”

Verwundert darüber, dass wir jetzt nicht sauer wurden, schaute er abwechselnd auf Horst und mich und Horst beteuerte ihm:

„Nein, wirklich nicht.”

„Echt?” brachte er endlich hervor.

„Nein Kevin, aber Du wirst sicherlich mittlerweile geschnallt haben, dass Horst und ich eben nicht nur Bros sind. Das ist Dir doch schon klar, oder?”

Kevin nickte eifrig. „Aber ich sage niemanden etwas davon, ich schwöre!”

„Das glauben wir Dir, das ist aber nicht das Problem!”

„Sondern?” fragte er.

„Wir würden gerne wissen, was Deine Gründe waren, warum Du nicht in Deinem schönen großen Bett geblieben bist?”

„Das war zu groß für mich, zu ungewohnt. Ich habe doch nur diese kleine Klappcouch, auf der ich penne. Und so ein Riesenbett bin ich nicht gewohnt.”

„Verstehe, Du fühltest Dich einsam?”

„Genau und dann habe ich Euch gesucht oder zumindest einen von Euch, um vielleicht noch was zu quatschen und habe alle Zimmertüren aufgemacht!”

„Und dann hast Du uns in einem Bett gefunden?”

„Ja und Ihr saht so vertraut miteinander aus, dass ich mich sofort geborgen gefühlt habe und irgendwann nicht mehr anders konnte, als mich zu Euch zu legen.”

„Das escort acıbadem ist ja süß!”

„Und Ihr seid nicht sauer?”

„Nein, wieso, wenn wir Dir ein gutes Gefühl geben konnten, dann ist das doch toll?”

„Ja, ich habe von Fred mal den Ausdruck so sicher wie in Abrahams Schoß gehört und jetzt weiß ich wie sich so was anfühlt, nämlich so wie ich zwischen Euch beiden liegen konnte!”

Mich hatte er mit dieser süßen Formulierung total überzeugt, doch Horst bohrte noch etwas nach.

„Und nicht mehr?”

„Nein, was meinst Du?”

„Na, Du hättest auch damit rechnen müssen, dass wenn Du Dich zu zwei schwulen Männern ins Bett legst, das es da nicht nur beim Kuscheln bleiben könnte, oder?”

Kevin blieb still und Horst blickte ihn eindringlich an.

„Oder etwa nicht?”

Kevin schwieg weiterhin, doch sah ihn mit großen Augen an.

„Oder war es etwa das, was Du Dir insgeheim erhofft hast?”

„Nein, ich habe noch nie was mit einem Mann gehabt, aber…!”

„Aber?”

Kevin holte tief Luft und antwortete: „Vielleicht hätte ich ja gar nichts dagegen gehabt?”

Horst warf mir einen vielsagenden Blick zu.

„Aber es ist ja nichts von dem passiert, wogegen Du eventuell nichts gehabt hättest, oder?”

„Stimmt, wir haben ja nur in einem Bett geschlafen.”

„Eben, aber wir haben ja auch noch ein bisschen Zeit bis die anderen kommen und vielleicht sollten wir ja noch was von dem ausprobieren, wogegen Du eventuell gar nicht gehabt hättest. Nur um sicher zu gehen, meine ich? Was meinst Du? Würde Dir das gefallen?”

Kevin nickte leicht.

„Ja vielleicht…!”

„Vielleicht gefällt es Dir ja, wenn Dich meine Hand hier streichelt?” schlug Horst vor, während seine Hand über dem T-Shirt über Kevins Brust streichelte.

Sofort schloss Kevin seine Augen und wie ein heimatloser Hund genoss er augenblicklich Horst Berührung.

„Vielleicht kann Bernd ja die andere Seite streicheln?”

Wieder nickte Kevin und wir beide rutschten näher an in heran und auch meine Hand streichelte über die Brust, während sich Horst auf die hart werdende Brustwarze konzentrierte.

Ein sanfter Ausdruck des Genießens drang aus Kevins Mund und Horst Mund wanderte an sein Ohr und sprach sanft:

„Dürfen Bernd und ich noch ein bisschen weiter machen?”

Kevin nickte mit weiterhin geschlossenen Augen und genoss unsere Berührungen fast so, als sei er noch nie im Leben berührt worden.

„Bist Du Dir auch ganz sicher? Bis jetzt ist noch nichts passiert, aber wenn wir weiter machen, gibt es irgendwann kein Zurück mehr für Dich?”

Kevin breitete seine Arme aus und schlang sie um unsere nackten Oberkörper und streichelte uns vorsichtig, etwas ungeschickt, so als ob er dies zum ersten Mal tue.

„Ja, bitte macht weiter. Das ist total schön für mich.”

„OK, aber wenn Dir was nicht gefällt, sagt Du sofort STOP und wir hören auf.”

„Ich verspreche es.” sagte er sofort.

„Entspann Dich, flüsterte ich ihm nun ebenso sanft ins andere Ohr und zeitgleich wanderten Horst und meine Hand istanbul eskort über das T-Shirt südwärts unter die Decke und streichelten über seinen Bauch. Kevin begann heftig zu atmen und wiederholte immer wieder:

„Das ist so schön!”

Horst fuhr als Erster mit seiner Hand unter sein Shirt und seine Finger wanderten sofort wieder aufwärts über seine für seine Alter schon ordentlich behaarte Brust und seine Finger liebkosten erneut seine Brustwarzen die immer spitzer wurden. Ich streichelte weiter seinen nackten Bauch und Kevin stöhnte leicht auf.

Mit unser beider Hände unter seinem knappen T-Shirt, hatten wir aber bald kaum mehr Platz und so versuchten wir beide das T-Shirt hoch zuschieben. Kevin verstand und setzte sich auf und wir zogen ihm gemeinsam das Shirt über den Kopf. Zur Sicherheit schauten wir ihm ins Gesicht, ob wir weiter machen durften.

Wir sahen keinerlei Verweigerung in seinem Blick und seine Arme ließ er sofort wieder auf unsere Schulter sinken. Wir ließen uns auf seinem Oberkörper gleiten und leckten ihm beide sanft die Nippel, was nun ein lauteres Grunzen ihm entlockte. Nun waren wir ziemlich sicher, dass er ganz gewiss das geschehen lassen wollte, was wir mit ihm veranstalteten. Je mehr wie an ihm leckten und saugten, desto stärker rieb er an unseren Schultern und desto schneller ging sein Atem.

Ich stockte und schaute ihm in sein entzücktes Gesicht und sah auf seinen leicht offenen Mund. Er wendete seine Blick nicht von mir ab und sein Blick signalisierte mir, dass er mehr wollte. Auch ich brach den Blick nicht ab und mein Blick fragte vorsichtig ob ich weiter gehen durfte.

Ich durfte, da gab es gar keine Zweifel und somit wanderte meine Hand wieder unter die Bettdecke bis an den Rand seiner Unterhose. Ich streichelte die leichte Behaarung im Schambereich oberhalb des Bundes seiner Hose und ich war mir sicher, dass sein Gesicht mir nun sein Verlangen signalisierte, dass ich ihn nun endlich auch ganz berühren sollte. Meine Finger glitten vorsichtig in seine Hose und sein Blick flehte mich an weiterzumachen, während Horst von dem überhaupt nichts mitbekam, da er weiterhin genüsslich an seinen Nippel saugte.

Kaum hatte ich den Bund seines Slips passiert, da fühlte ich bereits die vom Vorsaft getränkte Spitze seines Schwanzes und unsere Münder hatten sich mittlerweile soweit genähert, dass ich seinen heißen Atem spüren konnte. Obwohl wir schon soweit gegangen waren, steigerte sich das Verlangen in seinem Blick und so griff ich das erste Mal zu und umschlang mit meinen Finger seinen steifen Schwanz, als er seinen Kopf hob um mir einen Kuss zu geben.

Ich näherte mich ihm und während ich sanft seinen Schwanz streichelte, küsste ich ihn vorsichtig. Er zeigte keinerlei Gegenwehr, er wollte auch geküsst werden und erwiderte den Kuss sogar. Zuerst nur ganz leicht, dann immer mehr und immer fordernder, was mich dazu ermutigte, ihm den Zunge in den Mund zu schieben. Er ließ mich gewähren und genoss die Leidenschaft, die zwischen uns aufkam. Horst bemerkte, was sich zwischen uns tat und rutschte nach oben ohne Aufzuhören escort şerifali seinen Oberkörper zu streicheln. Kevin sah ihn an und gab ihm zu verstehen, dass er ihn auch küssen wollte.

Als die beiden knutschten arbeitete ich mich nach unten und zog ihm den Slip runter und sein praller Blutpimmel stand im 90 Grad Winkel von seinem Unterkörper ab. Ich umgriff seinen Schaft fest mit der einen Hand und streichelte sanft seine Eier mit der anderen. Während sein Becken sich nun im Taumel der Lust emporhob, hörte ich wie er unters Horst Küsschen vor Luft aufstöhnte.

„Wahnsinn! Oh ja geil!”

Horst blickte zu mir und gab mir zu verstehen, dass ich weitermachen sollte und küsste Kevin nun auch mit Zunge, als ich mit meiner Zunge die Spitze seiner feuchten Eichel liebkoste. Seine Becken wurde immer unruhiger und das Stöhnen wurde lauter. Langsam umschloss mein Mund seine Eichel und bevor ich mir seinen Schwanz ganz einverleiben konnte, kam das unausweichliche.

Wir zwei alten Hasen hatten den jungen Kerl so aufgegeilt, dass er viel zu schnell zum Orgasmus kam.

Er stöhnte lautet auf: „Scheiße ich komme!”

Und schon pumpte er mir seine heiße Sahne in den Mund.

„Scheiße ist das geil, oh ja, ooooh!”

„Ja, lass den Schleim raus, Kevin. Lass Dich gehen.”

Das tat er, als er Horst erneut die Zunge in den Hals schob um dann erschöpft zusammenzubrechen.

Ich kuschelte mich mit Horst an ihn heran und wir brummten vor Zufriedenheiit um die Wette. Wir waren beide zwar nicht gekommen, hatten aber hier unserem neuen, jungen Freund ein unvergesslich erstes Mal beschert.

„War es so, wie Du es Dir vorgestellt hast?” flüsterte Horst Kevins ins Ohr.

„Tausend Mal besser!” hauchte Kevin immer noch ganz außer Atem.

„Und es muss ja auch nicht bei dem einen Mal bleiben!” schlug Horst vor.

Kevin erkannte plötzlich, dass er sich ja mit zwei Männern die in einer Beziehung standen eingelassen hatte.

„Aber das geht doch nicht!” protestierte er.

„Wieso nicht?”

„Na, Ihr 2 seid doch ein Paar, oder nicht?”

„Ja, aber das sind doch wir doch vorher auch schon gewesen und wir hatten gerade Sex miteinander.”

„Schon, aber heute hat es sich doch so ergeben…”

„Und warum sollte sich so eine Situation nicht wieder ergeben?”

„Weiß nicht?”

„Eben,” fiel ich Horst ins Wort, „wir spielen gerne auch mal mit einem Dritten, wenn er uns beiden gefällt.”

„Und ich gefalle Euch?”

„Sonst wäre es hierzu nicht gekommen, noch dazu in unserem gemeinsamen Bett!”

„Stimmt, sonst treiben wir es mit anderen Kerlen eher in einem anderen Bett oder an einem anderen Ort.”

„Ich weiß nicht!”

„Was weißt Du nicht? Hast Du etwa Angst, dass jemand davon erfahren könnte? Wir verraten es bestimmt niemanden.”

„Na, der Fred hatte schon mal so eine Andeutung gemacht, dass Ihr vielleicht nicht nur Kanzleikollegen seid.”

„Hat er das? Und meinst Du er hat was gegen Schwule?”

„So genau hat er das nicht gesagt, aber ich weiß nicht so genau.”

„Ich knöpfe ihn mir heute Mal vorbei und gehe dem Thema mal auf den Grund.”

„So jetzt gehen wir aber alle mal duschen.”

„Ich gehe zuerst!” befahl ich, „und dann mache ich schon mal Frühstück.”

Ich duschte schnell und als ich das Bad verließ lagen die beiden immer noch innig kuschelnd im Bett. Heimlich machte ich schnell ein Bild von den Beiden, wovon sie aber nichts mitbekamen.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

Der Graf

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ass

Graf George saß an seinem Schreibtisch, studierte die Zeitung und wartete auf seinen Diener. Es war jeden Morgen dasselbe Ritual, Tom kam und rasierte ihm den Schritt. Der Graf hasste jedes Haar, das dort wuchs. An sich selbst und an seinen Gespielinnen. Ja, er war zwar verheiratet, doch langweilte ihn seine Frau schnell und so wartete jeden Abend eine andere in seinem Bett auf ihn.

Es klopfte und Tom kam, kniete sich vor ihm hin. Behutsam begann er des Grafens Gemächt einzuseifen und vorsichtig jedes störende Haar zu entfernen. Tom nahm die Creme, massierte sie mit Hingabe ein. Wie sehr er ihn begehrte! Jeden Tag sah er ihn so nah vor sich, kannte jede Ader. Durch das massieren richtete sich der Penis etwas auf, doch der Graf kannte das schon, kümmerte sich nicht darum. Tom schluckte schwer, wie gerne würde ihn nur einmal in den Mund nehmen, ihn verwöhnen, doch er würde damit nicht nur seinen Job riskieren. Doch von Tag zu Tag wurde sein Verlangen größer. Mit Hingabe zog er langsam die Vorhaut zurück, sah die leuchtend rote Eichel.

„Was zum…” fluchte der Graf.

Tom leckte den Schaft rauf, küsste seine spitze, nahm ihn langsam in den Mund.

„Tom!” Er sprang entsetzt auf „was tust du da?” Der Graf griff zum Telefon, wollte jemanden rufen der diesen Perversling aus dem Schloss warf.

„Nicht, Herr” flüsterte Tom und stand zitternd auf, ging langsam auf ihn zu. „Ihr Schwanz, ich…ich musste es tun! Er ist so schön, so…” Er fiel vor ihm auf die Knie. „Bitte, nur einmal!” bettelte er, küsste die Spitze, leckte mit escort çekmeköy der Zunge über die Nille „Dann könnte Ihr mit mir machen was ihr wollt.”

Der Graft kämpfte mit seinen Gefühlen „Nein!” dachte er. “Ich bin nicht Schwul. Doch…” ihm zitterten leicht die Beine „Er machte das verdammt gut. Keines der Weiber hat mir bisher so gut einen geblasen.”

Tom war selig. Langsam wanderte seine Hand zu den Hoden des Grafen, drückte sie leicht. Der Graf versuchte sein Wohlgefallen zu unterdrücken, doch dann stöhnte er auf. Tom blickte glücklich nach oben, intensivierte sein Spiel.

„Nicht!” stöhnte der Graf, krallte seine Hände in Toms Haar „Ich komme gleich”, stieß er hervor, ging dann einen Schritt zurück und setzte sich schwer atmend in seinen Sessel.

Tom nahm allen Mut zusammen, stand langsam auf, ging zum Bett. „Bitte Herr”, hauchte er, zog schnell seine Hosen aus, kniete sich aufs Bett. „Benutzt mich, wie jede Frau in diesem Bett.” Er zog seine Pobacken auseinander, präsentierte sein Loch. „Bitte” flehte er.

Der Graf stand langsam auf, ging auf ihn zu.

„Bitte lasst mich euch spüren”, flehte Tom.

‚Wenn er es so haben will!’ dachte der Graf und legte zaghaft einen Finger auf das zuckende Loch.

„Oh!” stöhnte Tom, zuckte leicht zusammen.

„OK!” raunte der Graf, spuckte aufs Loch, legte seinen Schwanz an. „Du willst es ja so!” Hart stieß er zu.

Tom schrie vor Schmerz und Erregung auf, krallte seine Hände ins Lacken. „Er ist so istanbul eskort groß”, stöhnte er, wollte etwas nach vorne rutschen, doch der Graf packte ihn bei der Hüfte und zog ich an sich.

„Du wolltest es ja so”, raunte er und rammte den Rest seines Schwanzes in Tom hinein. ‚Ist der eng’, dachte er, zog seinen Schwanz etwas heraus, und rammte ihn dann gleich wieder hinein. Beim dritten Mal brach Tom unter ihm zusammen.

Erschrocken stand der Graf auf. Tom drehte sich auf dem Rücken, spreizte seine Beine. „Es ist gut”, sagte er erregt und hob die Hüfte etwas an. Der Graf kniete sich zwischen seine Beine, nahm ein Kissen und legte es Tom unter das Gesäß. Ohne ein Wort drang er wieder hart in ihn ein. Tom wand sich, schrie seine Lust heraus: „Ja Herr…härter….Ja…!”

Schließlich legte Tom seine Beine um die Hüfte des Grafen. Der Graf fickte Tom hart und immer schneller, spürte schon das Ziehen in seinen Hoden und wollte seinen Schwanz herausziehen, doch Tom klammerte sich an ihm fest. „Ich…ich komme auch gleich” stöhnte er und ergoss sich auf des Grafen Bauch.

Zu sehen, wie der Mann den er gerade fickte sich über ihn ergoss, gab dem Grafen den Rest. „Ich…” stöhnte er auf und überschwemmte ihn mit seinem heißen Samen.

Schwer atmend ließ er sich auf Tom fallen. „Herr, ihr wart großartig”, weinte Tom. Der Graf rollte sich von ihm herunter, sein Schwanz rutschte aus Tom heraus. Einige Minuten lagen beide neben einander.

„Besser du gehst jetzt” flüsterte der Graf schließlich, escort içerenköy während er zur Decke hinaufblickte. „Ich brauche…”

Tom stand schweigend auf, nahm seine Sachen und schloss leise hinter sich die Tür. „Ich habe eben einen Mann gefickt!” schoss es dem Grafen durch den Kopf. Er erschauerte, sein Magen krampfte sich zusammen. Und doch, er fühlte sich besser als nach einer Nacht mit zwei, drei oder mehr Frauen. Lange lag er nur so da, stand dann aber doch auf, ging ins Bad und schwor sich, nie wieder darüber zu sprechen oder auch nur zu denken. Am Abend ließ er sich gleich drei Frauen ins Schlafzimmer bringen. Doch egal wie sehr er sie auch fickte, immer dachte er nur an den Anblick von Tom, als dieser vor ihm gelegen hatte.

Den nächsten Tag schloss er sich in sein Schlafzimmer ein, auch als es Nacht wurde ließ er niemanden zu sich. Die Bediensteten wunderten sich, doch nahmen sie an, er hätte sich in der vorherigen Nacht mit den drei Frauen verausgabt.

Am nächsten Morgen klopfte es, doch der Graf öffnete nicht. „Herr?” hörte er nach einiger Zeit und sah, dass Tom durch den Geheimgang ins Zimmer kam. „Herr, ist Ihnen nicht gut?” Er kam langsam näher.

„Was hast du mit mir gemacht?” flüsterte der Graf, stand zitternd auf.

„Wie meint ihr?” fragte Tom vorsichtig, wagte nicht ihn an zu sehen.

„Du hast etwas mit mir gemacht! Immerzu muss ich an das denken, was zwischen uns war.” Tom atmete schwer, sah zum Grafen. „Immer sehe ich dich, spüre dich.”

„Herr…”

„Nein!” schrie dieser. „Ich…” Er ließ sich in seinen Sessel fallen.

Tom stand plötzlich ganz nah bei ihm. „Ich glaube… ich…” Tom lächelte, zog langsam sein Hemd aus. „Ich sagte schon, ich gehöre euch!”

Der Graf lächelte leicht, spürte seine Erregung wachsen. „Du gehörst aber nur mir!” raunte er, zog Tom an sich und küsste ihn.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized

California Dreamin’ Pt. 01

No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

All characters are over the age of 18.

This one has a bit of something for everyone. First time, college, coming-of-age, straight sex. Later chapters will introduce bisexual and group/poly action, a transgender character and some cross-dressing, alcohol and some light experimentation with drugs. If any of that isn’t your cup of tea, you might want to skip this one.

I expect at least 6 or 7 chapters, but could go longer depending on how y’all like it. This first chapter is a bit vanilla and will have a slow build to properly set the scene.

Where do I even start?

As Ms. Parker from sophomore creative writing taught us, starting at the beginning is the way to go. Not too wordy, she’d say, but just enough to hook them in the first page. I could put on paper what I’m doing right now and get a probably one-season Netflix series, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Okay, the beginning, kinda. My name is Jack Thornton. Good, masculine name, right? My dad, Jack Thornton senior must have thought so. Thank god he never called me junior or any other related bullshit, just Jack. His name is actually John, which I was surprised to learn could get ‘shortened’ to Jack. What the hell is that about? Not shorter, hello…

Yeah, I know, already getting off track. My dad was as much of a man’s man as you could imagine. Tough, but loving in a gruff sort of way when he needed to be, usually one of the smarter guys in the room without the need to announce it or get in a pissing match. Always had the right answer if you took the time to ask. A kind of gentle giant that epitomized the opposite of the toxic masculinity playing out on any number of social media platforms when I was in my formative years.

I always worried about disappointing him, not living up to the obviously high standard to which he’d comported himself all of his… shit, how old is he? I don’t even remember the year my dad was born. Seventies I think? How is that even possible, the seventies were a bizarre time after Vietnam and the gas crisis and all the… and, I’m off track again.

Get it together. Alright. Jack Thornton the second, junior, whatever. Me. I always had the feeling I wasn’t the picture my parents had in their minds of their first and only son. I was born just before cell phones and Facebook and Instagram. But by the time I knew anything, they were ingrained in everything. How could anyone grow up ‘normal’ in that kind of environment?

I was always the kid that played it safe, that didn’t take risks. I saw my friends do stupid things and go down in flames nine times out of ten. Putting yourself out there always seemed like such a gamble, a game not really worth playing.

I knew that everyone was dealt a different poker hand. Somehow I wasn’t blessed with my father’s confidence or ability to walk into any situation and seem like I knew what I was talking about. I did alright in school though, even managed a high three-point-something GPA.

By the time I was sixteen, I realized I also hadn’t inherited many of my dad’s genes. He was 6’2″, I was 5’8″. He had broad shoulders and muscles everywhere. I got my mom’s good hair, but her waifish physique as well. I’d been told by a couple of girls I was good-looking in a k-pop boy band sort of way, which I took to mean a bit feminine and well-dressed. I guess I was both of those things. Whatever. Use what you’ve got.

I swam on the school team and managed to bulk up a little, but only enough that I didn’t look unhealthy. Swimming was the one thing I managed to succeed at, my slight build and naturally nearly-hairless body gave me an advantage that I used as best I could. I even won a regional gold medal at the end of my junior year.

That one win gave me an incredible confidence boost, something I’d never felt before. Alongside one of my best friends getting a girlfriend that was way out of his league, I vowed to enter my senior year a new man, reinvented. Suave, confident. For the most part, I felt like I pulled it off for a few months. Fall and winter holidays passed and I had made more friends, got invited to a few parties, and worked up the nerve to ask a girl I was crushing on to senior prom. She even said yes. That was the spring of 2020. Then…

FUCKING. COVID.

My mom has an autoimmune disorder that normally isn’t much of a problem, but for our family made quarantine a very real and serious thing. I put my university plans on hold, and instead virtually attended the local community college. By spring of 2022 when things began to get back to normal-ish, I had an associate’s business degree and what felt like the worst case of cabin fever ever.

Being home, insulated and alone for two years sent me right back into my comfortable, introverted shell. It’s like a habit you’re trying to break but don’t really want to. Going to my community college graduation ceremony though, again full of people and laughter and happiness… escort dudullu it rekindled my resolve to start living, to start putting myself ‘out there’, whatever that meant.

Seeing the COVID impacts in the rearview mirror, I brought up the idea of going away to college again. June was late to start classes in the fall, but I got on like ten provisional admissions lists and was eager to go literally anywhere else. By late summer, I had three spots to choose from.

Much to my parents’ displeasure, I chose a liberal arts college out west. I could read the objections in their facial expressions… “They don’t have the same values in California, it’s going to be so different and uncomfortable for you, what are you even going to study at a place like that?” They were of course, absolutely right. But I wanted to stretch myself, meet people who thought differently, and maybe get through a winter without dealing with Michigan snow and ice and freezing bullshit.

They were dumbfounded when I said I didn’t want them to take me, that I could handle the trip by myself. Mom even got out of me that I didn’t yet have a place to live, owing to the last-minute admission. She glanced at me like a complete stranger when I said “I’ll just find something when I get there.” If she had pearls, she would have clutched them.

Okay, getting closer to the interesting part of my story.

So, on a sunny Saturday in early September, my parents drove me to the airport. I had a suitcase packed with every warm-weather piece of clothing I owned. It wasn’t a lot. With a few tears from mom and a bear hug from my dad, I stood on the curb and watched them drive off. It was surreal, knowing I wouldn’t see them for months, and that I was flying off to someplace without even knowing where I was going to sleep that night. I felt like I was microdosing adrenaline as I walked into the airport. The flight was uneventful, which was fine with me.

I stepped out of the terminal at LAX and grinned like an idiot. The warm coastal breeze ruffled my hair, and the palm trees lining the street immediately transported me to vacation, even though I was here to live and study. To exist.

“This is gonna be alright,” I said aloud to myself, still smiling. Finding the taxi line, I waited for my turn. The driver knew the college, and we were quickly off and weaving through traffic.

My single suitcase and backpack in tow, I made my way toward the student union. Having studied the campus brochure and map obsessively over the last few days, I knew right where I was going. The place looked just like the brochure, even the happy young adults playing frisbee in the quad to the soundtrack of someone strumming a guitar.

I was the only person I could see wearing pants, which I noted would change at my earliest opportunity. Two higher priority goals dominated my thoughts, food and shelter. Food first. I scarfed a sandwich from one of the stalls in the student union, then set out to find the housing office. The labyrinthine basement of the building got me turned around a few times and I ended up back-tracking twice past the same cork bulletin board. A handwritten flyer caught my eye, pink and orange sharpie all over it and half consumed tear-off phone numbers. I chuckled out loud that someone in 2022 would use physical paper to advertise something.

“Roommate wanted. Great location, nice place. $700/mo includes utilities. Must be open minded, up for fun, and maybe more. Call Sloane.”

I did some quick mental math and realized that if I could cook some of my own meals, that this would be cheaper than a dorm room by quite a bit. What if it’s way off campus? And is Sloane a guy or a girl? What the hell is ‘maybe more’? I exhaled deeply and tore off the phone number. It’s probably already rented anyway, half the paper is gone. I stared back and forth down the hallway to the housing office, and at the scrap in my hand. Remember why you’re here, just do it.

Back outside, I dialed the number. A girl answered, “Hey.”

“Hi, is this Sloane?”

“Yup. What’s your name, hun?”

“I’m Jack.”

“Well hi there, Jack. Are you calling about the futon, or the roommate?”

“The roommate,” I said, chuckling. “I just got here and need a place to stay.”

“My sign…” she giggled back. “I didn’t think anyone would actually see it down there.”

“Do you still have the room?” I asked. “I saw I wasn’t the first one.”

“Sure do, the other people were, well…”

“Oh, do you have some kind of criteria or something?”

“Don’t we all?” Sloane said seriously. “I just gotta get your vibe, you know? See if we’d be able to live under the same roof. Are you a serial killer or anything?”

“Definitely not.”

“Okay, well first test passed. Do you wanna come see the place?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. I literally just got off the plane and have my suitcase with me. Would istanbul bayan escort the room be available today?”

“Somebody’s getting ahead of themselves,” she laughed. “If I think you’re alright, you could stay tonight, yeah.h.”

I could almost hear her smile through the phone. “Awesome. Well, I’m at the school. Is it far?”

“Not too bad, but I wouldn’t want to drag a suitcase here.”

“Ok. Shoot me your address and I’ll get a Lyft or something.”

“I’m not doing anything at the moment, could I give you a ride?”

“Really? That’d be amazing. I’m right out in front of the student union.”

“I’ll be there in ten. Send me selfie so I know what you look like.”

“Will do.”

I ended the call and flipped my phone around. I don’t know why, but I flashed a peace sign to the camera and smiled with my teeth, which I almost never did. She responded with a smiley.

I spent the next few minutes carefully studying everyone that walked by, wondering if any of them were her, scoping me out anonymously before committing. The girls here really are prettier here. Immediately I recalled my parents listening to California Girls in the car. Just like silently rating the people boarding the airplane that may or may not sit in the empty seat next to you, I played roommate lottery in my head. One girl I would have rated an eight gave me a longer than normal look as she walked by, but didn’t stop.

On the ten minute mark, a white Tesla pulled up to the curb on the opposite side of the road. What I could see of the driver through the tinted window, she appeared to be her checking her phone, then looking directly at me. After what seemed longer than was probably real, the door opened.

I watched in awe as this girl got out of the car, desperately hoping it was her. Maybe-Sloane wore short cutoffs and a tank top, and her straight blonde hair was held back by the sunglasses on her forehead. Her golden skin seemed to radiate the sunlight as opposed to the reflection from my pale whiteness. Only just shorter than me I guessed, maybe 5’7″ and 120 pounds. Her body was a textbook perfect hourglass, right smack between bombshell and runway model.

She was the very image of a California Girl, and my previously sheltered psyche took my brain in all sorts of titilating directions. The other part of me quickly shut those down, helpfully suggesting that hitting on my possible future roommate wasn’t a good idea. All of this in the span of time it took her to walk across the street.

“Hiya Jack,” she said warmly, stepping up the curb and immediately invading my space. She hugged me, my arms awkwardly at my sides while her barely-covered breasts flattened against my chest. She pulled away and planted a kiss on each of my cheeks.

“European greeting, I like it.” No idea where that came from. I knew without a doubt that my cheeks were beginning to glow bright red. I could still feel the heat from where her lips had touched.

Sloane laughed. “Well aren’t you cute?” She stepped back and sized me up.

I tried my best not to openly stare at her, despite her doing the same to me. “Thanks for coming to get me,” I said dumbly. “That’s you, right?” I nodded toward the car she’d obviously just gotten out of.

“Yup! If you’re ready, let’s go. I’m guessing you’ll want to change out of those right away.” She pointed at my covered legs.

It had to be eighty-five out. “Yeah.”

Sloane grabbed my suitcase and headed back across the street. I failed at not gawking at her backside as she strutted across the pavement and waved to an oncoming car that gladly stopped for us. We got in and zipped away. The acceleration and near silence was a new experience as I’d never ridden in a car that didn’t burn dinosaurs.

We made pleasant small talk for the short drive as she wove us in the direction I thought was roughly toward the ocean. I mentally noted that this was easily the least awkward I’d ever been with a girl, alone, and especially one that was an absolute dime. She glanced at me often as she drove, even putting her hand on my chest when we had to stop quickly for a red light.

I could feel myself getting more and more jazzed about my situation as we got closer. Not just because she was gorgeous and probably going to be cohabitating with me, but she was funny, and kind, and we just seemed to click. I’d never met another person that did that. Not my friends, not my parents, nobody. I subconsciously knew it was me… I was the one that needed to warm up to people, not the other way around. Maybe this is the new me, I thought, I’m really doing it…

The Pacific Ocean flashed it’s blue glint between a few buildings as we turned again. I grinned involuntarily, having only seen it one other time about ten years before. I started noticing the real estate around us rise in height and value as we got further west.

When Sloane turned into a driveway escort kozyatağı not two blocks from what I now saw was a boardwalk-lined beach, my jaw hung open. The house, and those in a row on either side, were narrow, but deep, and four stories tall. A glass railing on the flat roof suggested some kind of viewing area up top. The matching homes were tastefully modern, large windows and white stucco. Each of the rooms facing the beach had a small patio with matching glass railings. The third floor deck cantilevered out further than the others, and housed a grill and patio furniture.

I was still gawking through the windshield when Sloane tapped on the passenger window. “It’s the small button at the top of the armrest,” she pointed.

I let myself out and continued to stare at what I guessed was many millions of dollars worth of house. “You… live here?” I finally got out.

“It suits my needs,” she said pretentiously before giggling. “Come on in, I’ll show you around.”

We walked through a side door into an entry room. A hallway to the first floor suite lead off in one direction, a kitchenette and stairs the other.

“That’s your room,” she said, nodding down the hallway. “You could come and go without having to walk through the rest of the house. Lotsa stairs. Plus you can use the little kitchen if you want. I tend to stink up the main one pretty bad sometimes. I’m a horrible cook.”

“Wait, so like… I can stay?”

“Don’t you want to? It felt like we got along alright, and I’m assuming you’re okay with the rent? I could probably knock it down a few hundred if you need.”

The emotional wave hit me fast and I wasn’t prepared. Less than twelve hours ago I was leaving home for the first time, heading to a new city without a place to stay, and if I was lucky, shacked up in a cramped dorm room with a guy or two I’d probably end up hating. The absurdity of my current situation almost didn’t make any sense. My eyes began to pool and I lunged forward, dropping my backpack in the process as I hugged her.

“Thank you,” I said, trying to force my chest to stay still, “thank you so much. The rent is great,” I sniffed. I pulled away and forced what I hoped was a genuine smile.

Sloane grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. “Come on then, I’ll show you the rest.”

The second floor housed a rec room of sorts with a pool table, ping pong, and a few stand-up arcade games. A large laundry room stocked with supplies separated the rec room from another bedroom at the rear. The next floor was the main living area and kitchen. I kept slowly panning around the space, dumbstruck. The finishes and furnishings were all top of the line. A six burner cooktop sat in a Carrera marble island probably twenty feet long. I wandered aimlessly around, taking in the opulence of the place I didn’t know I was going to be living in an hour ago. We strolled out onto the large balcony. The view was probably half the value of the house. While the lot wasn’t beachfront, it was only two short blocks back from the boardwalk – and had an unobstructed view.

I leaned against the railing and closed my eyes, just letting the sunlight soak in and the sea air wash over me.

“You look like you’re gonna be alright here…” said Sloane, sidling up next to me.

We both gazed out toward the water. Families and sunbathers dotted the sand and the low noise of traffic slowly creeping down the frontage road was muted from our height.

I sighed heavily. “Yeah, I think so.” I let my brain finally overcome the dissonance of the last span of minutes and think. Something wasn’t adding up. “You, uh… go to the college?” She nodded offhandedly. “And you live here. And can like, way undercharge on rent.”

“You can just come out and ask me…” she said with a lopsided grin.

I shook my head, mostly at me. “How the hell can you afford this, and tuition, and a Tesla, and…” My mouth finally caught up with my brain and stopped talking.

Sloan waited for me to trail off. “My parents are stupid rich. They’re mostly-horrible people, and bought me this house when I said I wanted to come here for college. They pay my bills and keep me comfortable and happy, and I leave them alone and don’t visit.”

“Oh… jeez, I’m sorry.” I felt the urge to grab her hand, but felt my inner introvert pulling it back.

“It’s okay, it worked out alright. I love it here, the college is great, and when I’m done I still have this.”

I nodded back.

“Ok, now it’s my turn for personal questions.”

“I guess that’s fair,” I said.

“So you show up two days before classes start and just assume you’ll find some place to crash. What’s your deal?”

I desperately wanted to say something like that’s just how I roll, babe, or I take life as it comes at me. But of course I didn’t. I told her my whole sad story. The skinny swimmer kid that never took any risks or had any fun until he got mildly good at something, then had it all ruined by a microscopic virus. I watched her beautiful face change as I told the story. Excitement when I won my medal, pity when my senior prom with a pretty girl got canceled. She took my hands and squeezed them. Mine started to sweat immediately.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized
istanbul travesti istanbul travesti istanbul travesti ankara travesti Moda Melanj kuşadası escort bayan çankaya escort mecidiyeköy escort beylikdüzü escort istanbul escort ankara escort bayan Hacklink Hacklink panel Hacklink panel bursa escort ankara escort Ankara escort bayan Ankara Escort Ankara Escort Rus Escort Eryaman Escort Etlik Escort Sincan Escort Çankaya Escort hurilerim.com Escort Antalya Escort Alanya Escort Antalya Merkez Escort Antalya Otele Gelen Escort Antalya Rus Escort Belek Escort Fethiye Escort Kemer Escort Kepez Escort Konyaaltı Escort beylikdüzü escort antalya rus escort escort keçiören escort etlik escort çankaya escort mamasiki.com bucur.net hayvanca.net lazimlik.net cidden.net Escort bayan Escort bayan escortsme.com anadoluyakasikadin.com kadikoykadin.com atasehirkadin.com umraniyekadin.com bostancikadin.com maltepekadin.com pendikkadin.com kurtkoykadin.com kartalkadin.com istanbulspor.net şişli escort istanbul escort mecidiyeköy escort beşiktaş escort taksim escort fındıkzade escort çapa escort fatih escort topkapı escort escort şişli escort bayan bayrampaşa escort merter escort escort mecidiyeköy bursa escort warez forum Bonus veren siteler Bonus veren siteler ankara travesti By Casino bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort ankara escort kayseri escort kuşadası escort kocaeli escort konya escort kütahya escort manisa escort mardin escort mersin escort muğla escort nevşehir escort rize escort sakarya escort samsun escort şanlıurfa escort sivas escort tekirdağ escort trabzon escort tunceli escort uşak escort van escort yalova escort çorlu escort gebze escort gümüşhane escort izmir escort kilis escort kırklareli escort karabük escort karaman escort kars escort kıbrıs escort kırşehir escort malatya escort niğde escort ordu escort osmaniye escort sinop escort tokat escort yozgat escort zonguldak escort