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“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!”

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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.

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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?”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Hey guys I need to confess something here about my first quickie when I just turned 18. I’m not that sort of girl. Not normally. I only have sex with boyfriends, with men who love me. Maybe the occasional one-night adventure, but I always know their name. I’m a good girl. But not that one time.

We were at a festival and the rest of my friends were happy staying at the back of the crowd, it was loud and raucous, and they were scared, I think. Emily and I wanted to get closer though. We wanted to dive into the heaving mass of people and get as near to the stage as we could. We wanted to see the band, to feel the music shaking our ribs.

We pushed and shoved, and we elbowed our way almost to the front. People jostled us on all sides, they shoved back, we were squeezed so tight it was hard to breathe, and yes, it was scary, but it was exhilarating too. We were meters away from the band. We were crushed and battered, but we screamed and shouted with everyone around us.

I became one with the crowd. We sang and danced and moved together. We surged back and forth, and you couldn’t fight it if you tried, you had to give yourself up to it. Ripples of motion passed through us like we were waves crashing on a beach.

I screamed and danced, I couldn’t breathe properly, and I got hotter and hotter. My head went light, my heart beat too fast, sweat ran over my body. I felt high. I forgot myself–I wasn’t me anymore, just a part of the primal crowd.

Then escort yakacık I felt him behind me. I bounced off him as we surged, and he felt so solid, like a wall of muscle. I turned and he grinned down at me. He was handsome. I grinned too.

He pushed against me and I pushed back. His hand grasped my arse and he squeezed so hard I gasped. I didn’t stop him. I pressed back into him harder.

His other arm came around me. He hugged me into him as we swayed with the crowd, and he was hot and sweaty too. He slid his hand under my t-shirt and up my top. I still didn’t stop him. I let him push his fingers under my bra.

We moved together with the crowd. He held me tight and I rubbed myself against him. He groped my arse, he squeezed my breasts, he pinched my nipples, and I moaned and panted. I’d been drunk with excitement, with the music, with losing myself in the crowd, but it all became desire now. Hot, urgent, overwhelming need.

I reached around behind myself. I ran my hand over the front of his jeans and found the bulge of his firm cock. I wrapped my fingers around it through his clothes and I rubbed and squeezed him. He was so thick and long it made me tremble.

He slid his hand up the back of my skirt. He pulled my knickers to one side and I groaned loud as his fingers found my cunt. I arched my back and stepped my legs apart to help him. I could feel how wet I was, I was dripping already. bayan escort istanbul He slid a finger into me easily.

He fucked me quickly with it, and I bucked my hips to show him I wanted it faster. He slid a second finger into me and I closed my eyes tight and groaned. He pawed at my tits with his other hand, rubbing them roughly, tugging on my nipples, and I moaned louder, but my noises were lost in the shouting and the music.

I rubbed his cock urgently. I found his zip, and the angle was awkward, but I managed to yank it down with sharp, frantic tugs. I squirmed my hand into his jeans, I found the gap in his underwear, then my fingers found his hard, hot flesh. I pulled his cock out and he didn’t stop me.

We moved together, one with the crowd. I squeezed and tugged his cock. He fucked me with his fingers, he wriggled them inside me, my legs went weak as he found my g-spot.

I needed more though. I needed him in me. I needed it more than anything. I bent forwards a little and I guided his cock up the back of my skirt, and then he took control.

His fingers came out of me, then I felt his prick against my pussy, hot against my skin. He held still for a moment, then he pressed his hips forwards and he thrust into me.

He stretched and opened and filled my cunt. I pushed back against him, greedy for all of his length. His body was so firm and strong, I could smell his fragrance, his sweat, and he buried himself escort bağdat caddesi into me all way, deep as he could. He grasped hold of my hips and he fucked me.

We weren’t shy about it; he took me hard, and I bucked back to meet each of his thrusts. I moaned and yelled, he groaned and grunted, we moved faster and faster and people around us started to notice. They grinned and laughed at us.

He rubbed my tits again, he ran a hand down between my thighs and he found my clit. I got a hand up his top and traced my fingers over his taught stomach muscles. We moved in perfect rhythm, we understood each other completely.

We got rougher, harder, I was dripping in sweat. He kissed my neck, behind my ears, he bit my shoulder. Heat filled my body, it erupted over my face and chest, and it was better than anything before, or since.

He fucked me so well my legs gave way and he had to hold me up. Lucky he was so strong.

His cock felt glorious in me, his fingers sent waves of pleasure through my body, I felt like I was vibrating all over, I felt euphoria, and then I was there already.

Colour, sound, pleasure, everything filled me as I came. My cunt spasmed around his cock and it tipped him over too. He thrust harder and harder, jolting and shuddering inside me as he climaxed. We roared and screamed and laughed as we came together.

He held me when we were finished. He slowly slid out of my body. He made sure my legs were stable enough for me to stand by myself, then his hands were off me and he was gone.

I didn’t look around to watch him leave. I danced and screamed with the crowd once more. The only sign he’d existed was the heat in my cunt and his come running down my legs. I just felt so used and it made me feel great.

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The Creative Writing Professor

One Million Percent Fiction

The stairs were busy. Someone was coming up the side that had the single handrail. Why did both sides not have a handrail? That couldn’t be legal.

Also, what bright piece of crap had decided that the steps should be clear and have gaps between them… She was on the fourth floor and could see all the way to the bottom.

It was such a long way down.

Elizabeth tried to put a foot onto the top step and couldn’t do it.

Fuck that.

Fuck that right in the ear.

She had to move.

Someone might notice her standing like a moron unable to put her stupid foot on the stupid step.

The idea of getting anyone’s attention as she struggled to do something so damn simple as go downstairs was humiliating.

Guess she was just gonna live here now.

What building was she in?

Why was the hottest professor in this building and not the languages and arts building?

That building had been like home for many years. Until they ripped out it’s heart and replaced it.

Sure, it was ‘better’. The door no longer had to be depressed before one could enter. It opened automatically.

But it was now lacking all her favourite spots.

The two tutorial rooms that had windows that looked into each other – over the empty space in the middle of the square building. An open space that made her think the building was castle-like.

The tutorials where she’d felt smart and brave and like she wasn’t a worthless pile of shit. People had listened and paid attention.

Where she’d repeated information given to her by her high school English teacher regarding Heathcliff and how his ‘come in’ is quickly shown to be a polite lie by the way the horse was pushing against the gate, keeping it closed.

The high school English teacher that scared students to the point where they waited outside the classroom, and she would have to come get them.

Annoy the teacher and she’d threaten to shove a biro up your left nostril.

Elizabeth had loved that teacher.

The tutorial room was where she’d told the gorgeous, young professor that he made the room look good. Possibly sound good. Either way – who does that?

Idiot.

Memories were not going to solve her current problem.

Maybe there was an elevator. Equally terrifying contraptions but those stairs were a huge pass.

Nope on a rope.

She backed up and away from the stairs and directly into something that was most definitely not a wall.

“Are you okay?”

It was him.

Professor Stephen Donaldson from New York – a city she would never visit but would always love.

He had his arm around her middle, his hand resting just under her breasts.

“I’m not great with heights or stairs,” she whispered in reply, turning her face towards him before she spoke.

He squeezed, just a little, making her sure he’d heard.

“I’ve got you.”

Somehow they were moving and there was indeed an elevator. Tiny silver box. Looked slightly less terrifying than the stairs but his presence was very distracting. Enough that it didn’t bother her.

Nobody had ever held her like he was.

The next moment, they were outside. She had no memory of the elevator ride.

He was standing in front of her now.

She had no idea where they were.

His hands were on her butt.

When did that happen?

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers.

Oh. Did she brush her teeth that morning?

Then his tongue was inside her mouth.

She didn’t know what to do. It was all new.

There was a thought that this was wrong.

Their tongues sort of pushed up against each other. Like a shoving contest. Sawing type motion… in and out…

Brain said file missing – here’s the closest we can find.

It was really weird. Weird and strange. Like surely this was not how this was supposed to happen… This could not be happening…

Damn.

This was a dream.

I read a series of books once about a vampire who was really tough, walked in the day, pretended to be a high school student, and had pots of money. There were something like six books, at that point. The last ended with the main character going back in time to kill the original vampire which pretty much erased the entire story. I felt cheated. I’ve since learned more books were written and I’m less crushed. Thanks Christopher Pike – I appreciate that you didn’t leave it like that.

The point – this first part of my story was of course a dream.

I do hate heights.

I do hate the changes they made to my building that isn’t mine.

The kiss with the professor I hadn’t seen in over two years and was yes, completely in love with, never happened. Never could or would happen. No chance in hell.

Never. Never. Never.

I’m forty-eight and completely inexperienced.

Fat – like 150 kilos. One kilo is two point four pounds. Small hippo sized.

Medium height – 160cms. Something like five foot.

I have psoriasis and it’s ugly. escort bostancı I also have a skin condition down there that means parts are missing. My hormones woke up, but my body is unable to achieve the high point of a short story.

Climax.

Can’t do it.

Close but never arrive.

Maybe I never will.

Anyway.

I overshare.

Hi.

The building that I loved that no longer exists outside of my steadily failing memories. The one that was missing in my dream. No clue what building was included but I’m 100% sure the stairs from Hades imagination do not exist outside of hell.

In that strange period known as the 1990s/2000s (ten years – ten years ago), when I was taking the drama courses – all of the drama courses – and I’d often have a key to the entire building and then I’d spent so many nights roaming around, visiting the bathroom on the top floor… staring at the post-graduate room in awe… running around the halls. Well to be honest, we only ever spent time on the second and fourth floors. Second floor was home to the auditorium. Fourth floor was home of the drama lab. The first and third floors were for other schools – languages and history and such.

I was the organiser/control freak who would always offer to get the keys so that my groups could attend rehearsals inside the building. We were not breaking and entering. No crimes happened.

Unless you count the things dropped out of the green room that just happened to be above the front door. Sorry to any who got wet.

*cough*

When I was almost finished with my degree, the college started adding creative writing courses. I was lucky enough to be amongst the first students in many of the courses that have now been available for over ten years.

I fell completely in love with the new American who taught creative writing. He still teaches.

Which is great because most other teachers I loved have either retired or sadly died.

Rest in Peace Professor Corballis – gone but never forgotten.

Stephen is still one hundred percent single, according to Facebook.

I’d seen him a few times away from campus and managed to embarrass myself every single time.

Then, just to be super subtle, I’d taken every single class he taught, that I was able to, and he’d called me trite. My writing trite. Not me the person.

It had broken my heart. Nobody can hurt you quite as effectively as someone you completely trust and adore. No matter what, he’s a damn fine teacher who goes above and beyond to provide supportive and constructive feedback.

He was also right. He’s intelligent as well as talented.

I was so infatuated that I’d given him a brand-new copy, hardcover, of the Stephen King book – On Writing. I’d spent fifty dollars on this book. I hadn’t even read it yet.

He mentioned that he wanted it… so yep. Gave it to him.

I’d given him a one-hundred-year-old book about New Zealand.

He was writing something, and the book would be useful.

I’d been completely enamoured.

Years later, I already had a degree in English and Psychology and wanted to complete the requirements for one in Creative Writing, so I enrolled in a class that hadn’t been an option when I finally graduated. He didn’t remember me, and I felt crushed. But then it had been over ten years. Thirteen years in fact.

Gosh, time is crazy.

At least he didn’t remember that I was completely in love with him. I can say was. I’m allowed to lie. Thanks. He also didn’t remember all the stupid shit that I’d said in front of him, to him, near him.

I went to his office. New office on the fourth floor. Near where the history department used to exist. He still has the books I gave him, and they have tabs in them.

Like he may have forgotten me – but he still has the books, and he’s clearly used them.

This made me happy.

Made me realise that I have zero regrets about giving them to him.

Even though he forgot where they came from.

So why was I dreaming about randomly forking smooching him?

Like why?

And why do I keep thinking about it… and wondering what it would actually feel like…

I need a cold shower.

And to stop reading so much smut.

Damn hormones.

I cannot sleep with a teacher.

Especially since there is no way in hell that he would ever, ever, ever want someone like me.

Maybe I also need a lobotomy.

I have as much chance of having coitus with Sheldon Cooper or Rhysand or Azriel or Mor… I’m bisexual so all gender options are appealing when it’s the ‘right’ person.

Besides, I don’t actually WANT to fuck a teacher. He’s like in his late fifties, possibly sixties. I want to care about that. But I do not.

I’m also attracted to Keri Russel and Deadpool. And have written fan fiction in which I am magically transmitted… teleported into Azriel’s bed… and he’s all wtf are you doing in my bed, woman.

Then he and I and Mor have a threesome.

Anyway.

The only difference is that escort bayan istanbul I can actually talk in front of Stephen. Not well. And I tend to sound like a moron with her talk button turned to on and her brain button turned solidly to OFF.

Oh yes, he’s a real person. There’s also that.

The physical reality however is that there’s a chance that I can’t have sex. Not successfully anyway. Even if someone wanted me. Fat chance.

The truth of the matter is that I’m currently unable to achieve orgasm so I’m pretty sure I’m faulty. I know I’m ugly. I am aware that I am unlovable. I love him because he’s safe – he might as well be a famous person. He’s safe to love because the chance of something happening is beneath zero.

It’s like being in love with a gay man who is also a drag queen and then gets so famous that he also forgot me.

I’m so easy to forget that my own mother would often confess that she had, once again, forgotten me.

Then she died.

I’m a ray of fucking sunshine.

No wonder I’m constantly alone.

I’ve published this online.

Like under a pen name. Lily Anne Wilkerson.

It’s nothing like my real name… Elizabeth Anne Cooper.

Okay middle name is the same.

Part of me is worried he will find this. Read it and want to unalive me.

Like when a different professor noticed I’d edited the Wikipedia entry about him and given him the title of “Lord of North Umbershiresville.” He’d found it funny BUT people were asking about the title… and he asked me to remove it.

The wiki page no longer exists. The man went and turned seventy and retired. That made me sad. Unreasonably sad.

Part of me sincerely hopes that he hooked up with the drama teacher.

She also retired and was a similar age.

But this is super long.

Oh, I hope he doesn’t see this.

But if he does – hi.

This means nothing.

It’s not about you anyway.

It’s about the other one and I’ve just used your name…

Actually, it’s about a woman who taught courses before you even started.

Like the audacity to think this is about you.

No.

It is not.

SIX MONTHS LATER

I stood grinning like an idiot. Nothing new. I’d climbed up the damn stairs and then come all the way back down without hesitation. Last time I was here, it took three times as long just to get down.

This time I’d practically bounced downstairs.

Last time, I’d put both feet on every single step on the way down.

I felt proud, like I’d achieved something.

To celebrate, I did a little twirl on the bottom step and felt myself falling face forwards heading towards the floor.

Fuck.

I couldn’t afford to break my glasses – again.

But instead of hitting the floor, I hit him.

Or he managed somehow to catch me.

Was I asleep?

He smiled, “Hey, Elizabeth. You should be more careful on the stairs.”

I wish I could say that I was cool, and calm and totally chill. But his arms were around me and we were face to face. My hands were on his shoulders. My left foot was still on the bottom step while my right was on the ground. My weight was on the right foot.

I’d worn the white dress that dipped lower than anything I’d usually wear, and I’d also gone with the brand-new bra that made my boobs look fantastic.

My boobs which were now pressed up against his chest.

His very warm, very manly chest.

“Are you okay?” Stephen asked.

I nodded, making a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Someone just kill me now.

My brain was busy comparing reality to the dream that had popped up several times over the last six months in different variations. Sometimes, we went further than kissing. But it was always with a frustrating lack of detail.

Brain lacked the essential information and data to provide X-Rated details that were highly desired.

“Are you taking classes?” Stephen asked.

“Not right now,” I answered, finally words! “I just wanted to prove to myself that I could go up and down the stairs without needing to set up base camp halfway.” I went bright red. Who actually says shit like that?

“These stairs?” Stephen said. He looked highly sceptical.

“Yeah. This very staircase. Within this very building in which every room I loved most might be gone but the stairs remain, and the memories are sort of there. Age, am I right?” I smiled but internally groaned again. Why, why did my parents teach me to talk? Like no.

These stairs which I was fairly certain were the stairs he would chose to climb to get to his office. There were four staircases. Also, an elevator. But this was the most direct path from front door to his office. In the past, he’d used these stairs.

Uh oh, he’s looked at me as if he can see that I’m overthinking things, again.

Stephen laughed.

His face looks even more delicious when he laughs. Thank goodness I manage to keep that thought to myself.

I take my hands off his shoulders, and he only lets go of me once it’s escort beykoz clear that I’m steady on my feet. Both feet flat on the bottom step.

“I remember you.”

I freeze. He almost whispered it. He’s still standing incredibly close.

“Two thousand and seven you were in the first class I taught here. It’s hard to forget a woman who informs an entire class that I make a room sound good.”

“Oh.” Kill me now.

“It’s also hard to forget someone who gives such wonderful gifts such as brand new, expensive books or really old, potentially expensive books and of course, that popular soft drink that was disgusting but appreciated.”

I can’t talk now. I can barely think coherently. I just stand blinking. I’m now standing on the bottom step and he’s on the ground so when he leans forward, his face is close to my breasts, and he breathes in. Oh my. Nobody’s ever been that close to those before. I make a stupid noise.

“It’s always good to see you, I never know what’s going to come out your beautiful mouth, but I always enjoy it.”

I don’t do anything. He sidesteps and heads up stairs.

I stand there. Take a few deep breaths. Then put my hands on top of my head.

“Fuck.”

I gently slap my head, “Ow. Officially not a dream. Damn.”

I hear him laugh and look up. He’s reached the next floor and is looking down.

“Are you coming? Office hasn’t changed since last time.”

He keeps going.

I have a choice. I can follow – like I want to.

Or I could leave.

I’m tired of leaving.

I turn on the spot, carefully, and head back upstairs. By the time I reach is office door, it’s open and he’s waiting for me. I need a moment to breathe so I look around. I would so dearly love to go to the window and check out the view. But I don’t. That would be too forward.

Right?

The office is exactly as I remember it. Desk and chair in the far-left corner, by the large windows. Large ‘L’ shaped couch takes up the other corner. It’s dark grey and gorgeous. The wall closest to the door has a very large, long bookshelf that is full. To my left, is the round table with three chairs and the two other bookcases up against the walls. They are also full of books. It’s a really lovely, large room.

I take a deep breath and enter. He moves towards me, closes the door behind me and locks it.

Oh, my actual god.

Fuck.

What the actual fuck is happening and oh please please let me not be a disappointment, not again. Not now. Not for him.

Stephen

(aka the part where the narrator makes her character say all the things she wants to hear but 100% believes are lies because these things never happen outside of fiction.)

I’ve taught countless hundreds of students. Most just a sea of faces that are barely memorable. Some more talented than others. Some who really have no place within a writing class – not that I’d ever come right out and say that.

But this woman has been seared into my memory since the first class she ever took of mine back in two thousand and seven. She’s almost taken every single course that I teach and the only ones she hasn’t are the ones she’d completed before I was hired. I’d checked.

She’s the type of woman who overshares without intending to. I feel I know more about her than she realises, and I know she thinks that I forgot about her. She randomly turned up in a class in twenty-twenty-two and I almost had forgotten. She’d used a different name from previous which had caught me off guard. From Elizabeth to just Beth. Not a huge difference but enough to have me unaware that the two were the same.

But after seeing her, standing awkwardly in front of the window that she’d opened and then couldn’t get to close, apologising profusely – memories of her came flooding back. I remember, she had a thing for windows.

Today she is wearing a thigh length white dress that is way too big for her. The V-neck dips well below her breasts and sits just under her bra. The temptation to place my head between those fantastic boobs had just been too much. It had been risky; she could have been offended or triggered. I didn’t know what she’d been through – but I knew it was something massive.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes.” She nods and I move to the middle of the room, noticing that she follows me, so we are once again standing close enough to touch.

Her face is red, and her breathing is uneven. Her breasts move with every breath.

I reach out and take hold of a boob with each hand and she makes a delightful little sound as her eyes grow wide and she moves just a little so that her boobs are pushed into my hands.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

“No.”

It’s a very emphatic no.

“Would you like a safe word?” I ask, curious to what she will say.

“Pineapple.”

I laugh, “What?”

She grins, “Can’t be no. I said that already and I meant no – please, don’t stop. Also, can’t be stop because don’t stop includes the word stop. Hence, pineapple.”

“Okay, pineapple. Why pineapple?”

“It’s what came to mind – just don’t ask me what I like on pizza because I will go with plain cheese.” She gives me another cheeky smile.

I move closer to her and run my hand up the inside of her leg from behind. I reach her panties and am delighted to find that they are soaking wet.

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This is Story # 39 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Taylor

If you read the “Coaching a College Grad” series, you might recall that Ally had a couple friends from home that I had known as long as I had known Ally, and at a picnic one year soon after I started fucking her, Ally’s friend Taylor gave me some knowing looks, even biting her lip as she looked at me. I had a feeling Ally had told her what we had been up to.

While Ally was MY slut, Taylor was a legit slut, and she looked the part. Her young tits always spilling out; tight, ripped jeans or shorts that showed the outline of her vagina. She was unofficially the town slut.

Or so I thought.

I was out at a local bar one Friday night, two years after Ally moved away, watching a game with a friend. He could only stay for a bit, but I hung back, no other plans.

Taylor was waitressing, trying to make some extra money while she pursued a master’s degree in mathematics. She was really smart, personable, just enjoyable to be around. She was Ally’s age, 24 now. I was 50 – more than twice her age.

Taylor waved to me several times as she would walk by me at the bar, stopping once to say hello. Around 9:30 I saw her come out of the back dressed in regular clothes, her shift over for the night.

She plopped on the empty stool next to me and said, “Buy your girlfriend’s friend a drink?”

I laughed and responded, “Not sure what you mean, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“It’s OK,” she said. “Ally told me, but I’m the only one she told. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Do you realize how dead I would be if this got out, and got back to her dad. Deader than dead.” I warned. “So please, don’t tell a soul, OK?”

“What’s it worth to you?” she asked.

Was this little bitch blackmailing me? I was getting pissed, and worried.

“Let me ask you, what’s it worth to YOU?”

“Well played,” she laughed. “Seriously though, I was wondering, would you be willing to, you know, help me the same way you helped her?”

I was shocked. Of anyone who I would have guess needed a sex education, it wouldn’t have been Taylor.

“No offense Taylor, but from what I understand, you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends over the years. I’ve seen lots of pictures on social media of you with plenty of guys, so I guess I’m a little confused.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “Everyone thinks I’m a slut. I dress slutty and I’m always with guys. Truth is, I’m more of a tease than a slut. I’ve kissed a ton of guys, and had my tits played with and pussy fingered, and given a few hand jobs, but that’s it. I’d always get scared to go further than that.”

“But you wouldn’t be scared with me?? I’m 25 years older than you.”

“I guess that’s the point. Guys my age are so anxious to just stick it in you, you know? Ally said you really take your time and there’s no stress or pressure.”

“So, are you saying, you’re a virgin?”

“Yep, go figure. A 24-year-old virgin, made it through college with my cherry. As a math nerd, I’d say – what are the odds of that?”

This was interesting. i had never taken a cherry. And now, an opportunity to deflower a 24-year-old.

I considered the risks. She was more than legal of course. Her family, which I barely knew, had moved away, so there was little risk of her father shot gunning me. There was little reason to reject this beauty. Still, I gave her one more chance to change her mind.

I replied, “Shouldn’t you just save yourself for marriage at this point, or at least someone you love?”

Taylor rolled her eyes.

“Seriously?” she said. “What is this, 1950? How many people do you know that are virgins when they get married? Plus, I want to know what I’m doing. I don’t want to meet a guy with experience and I’m clueless. And it’s not like I have a boyfriend at the moment and am gonna fuck around on him like Ally the Ho!”

I laughed, “Ouch!” I said. “Low blow!”

“So, what do you think?” she followed up. “Are you afraid I’ll be too much for you?”

She stood as she said this and ran her hand down her body.

This was funny because Taylor was little more than a pixie, standing I’d guess no more than five feet tall. She couldn’t have weighed more than 100 pounds, probably less. She had to give up all of her sports in high school because she was just too small.

I stood as well, a good foot and a half taller than her, and looked her in the eyes, a serious look on my face, and said, “If we do this, we’re goin’ all the way. I won’t be teased. I’m not into having my time wasted. And we’ll do it my way. You got that?”

I saw her shiver a bit, maybe more of a tremble, and she looked up at me and said very quietly, “I understand.”

She asked for my number, then texted me her escort tuzla address.

“I work a day shift tomorrow. Can you be there at eight tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Sure thing, see you then.”

I threw money on the bar and turned to leave. She grabbed my arm and turned me back to her, pulling me down and getting up on her tippy toes, barely reaching me to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Thank me tomorrow,” I said, and I left her.

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

Taylor’s parents had moved to Arizona upon her college graduation, so she was living on her own in a small townhouse they were renting for her. Very cute and quaint in a little suburb near our town.

I tapped on the door and heard Taylor yell for me to come in. She was in the kitchen in a tight pair of jean shorts and a crop top that barely covered her tits, but nothing else. Her flat stomach and tiny waist were on full display. She was just so damn little. She handed me a glass.

“Ally said you like bourbon,” she said as she handed me a glass full.

“I do, thanks,” I answered, and grabbed a seat.

I took a sip and looked at her.

“What else did she tell you?”

I could tell she was nervous, and why wouldn’t she be. It was all fun and flirty in the bar the night before, but here I was in her kitchen, alone with her, having been invited over to take her virginity. But she was a very confident person so she was carrying the nerves well.

“Honestly? She said you are an amazing kisser, you have a magic tongue and a huge cock and know how to use it, and you come like a fire hose. Oh, and she said I’ll be walking funny for a week.”

“Oh?” I said, surprised. “So, you told her that this was happening?”

“I didn’t have to, it was her idea!”

I guess that explains the random text from Ally earlier that day saying – thinking of you, hope you have a great day!

Taylor continued, “She said she wishes she was here so she could watch.”

Oh, she’d do more than watch, I thought to myself.

Taylor walked over to me and leaned down to kiss me, opening her mouth and offering me her young tongue. We kissed for a good minute, and I could feel her squirming and hear her moaning as our kiss progressed. She sat down on my lap, giving my hand more access to her tiny body.

“I outweigh you by more than 100 pounds I’ll bet.” I said to her.

“I’m 4’10”, 105,” she said. “You?”

“Six five, 240.” I answered.

She leaned down and licked my ear with her tongue, and whispered, “Take me. Dominate me. Own me.”

I stood up, easily holding her with one arm and carried her to her bedroom. I set her down on her feet and stood next to her bed, then reached out to undo the tight top that covered her breasts. It fell to the floor, her perky young tits and tiny pink nipples standing firm.

I sat on the bed and fondled her tits, and asked, “How many boys have played with these gorgeous tits?”

“About twenty,” she answered.

I leaned forward and licked a nipple, then ran my unshaven face on them, scratching her lightly and causing her to squirm.

“How many have done that?”

“None, just you. Oh God that feels so good.”

I stood. “Undress me,” I ordered.

Taylor complied, pulling my shirt off over my head and running her hand through the light hair on my chest. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently pushed down, signaling to her that I wanted her to drop to her knees. She complied with this as well, and found herself face to face with my crotch.

I had no belt on, so it was easy enough for her to unsnap my shorts and lower the zipper, and then pull my shorts down and off, leaving her face to face with a large bulge in my underwear, and she ran her fingers over the form of my cock through my briefs. I heard her gasp as my cock grew to its full length and the head of my cock began peeking out of the top of the waistband.

“Do it,” I said.

Taylor pulled the waistband over my cock and lowered my underwear down and off, never taking her eyes off of the area between my legs in the process. She reached with her left hand and grabbed my cock around mid-shaft, unable to get her whole tiny hand around it.

“Holy shit,” she said as she slowly pumped it.

“How many dicks have you had in your hand?” I asked.

“About ten,” she replied.

“Have you sucked any of them?”

“Two.”

“Did any of these guys come?”

“Not the two that I sucked. I made four guys come with my hand.”

“Tell me about that.”

“With two of the guys, the situation was about the same. Both times, I was in a car with the guy, making out. With the first guy, he played with my tits. I pulled out his cock and he shot his load in about five seconds. Same with the second guy, about a week later, except I let him finger me. He came in about ten seconds after I touched him.

Two other guys were hookups at parties in college. Same type of thing. They fingered me and wanted to fuck me. I said no, but I’d give them a hand job. They came quick too, one in my hand and one all over himself.”

“Was istanbul escort bayan it a lot of cum, any of them?” I asked.

“Not really, one guy was clearly more than the other three, but I wouldn’t say it was like a crazy amount. About what I expected.”

“How big was the biggest dick you’ve had in your hand?”

“I didn’t measure any of them, one guy said he was seven inches. Yours is bigger for sure, definitely thicker. I’m starting to get scared.”

“Are you wet?”

“I’m sure I am. If you touched me, I’d come in a second.”

“Suck me, use your tongue, your lips, and take as much as you can into your mouth.”

Taylor did as I instructed, licking the crown of my cock, running her tongue up and down the length of my shaft, kissing the head, sucking and licking my balls. For having almost no experience, she was doing great. When she finally opened her mouth to take me in, I was afraid she’d break her jaw. Her mouth was so little, like the rest of her. She did her best though, looking up at me for approval as she struggled to take even the first half of my dick into her little mouth.

I ran my fingers against her cheek and she sucked me, and said, “You want me to own you huh? Oh, I will. I’m gonna own your mouth, your throat, your pussy and your ass before it’s all over.”

I heard her groan with excitement and probably a little fear too, and I grabbed the back of her head and lightly pushed her head forward and more of my cock into her mouth. Only a quarter of the way in and I was already against the entrance of her throat, her lips and jaws stretched wide, her eyes wide to match. I considered some violent deep throat training as I had done to some others, but decided that Taylor needed a different approach. She’d get her training, but it would be a bit different than in the past with others.

I was anxious to take this girl’s cherry, so after a minute or so I said, “I’m going to fuck you now. Stand up,” I ordered.

As she did, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jean shorts, then picked her up easily and tossed her onto the bed, grabbing her shorts and pulling them off as she flew through the air. She landed on her back with a bounce, her head hitting the pillow and her legs automatically opening. She was breathing heavily, almost panting, a combination of nervousness, fear and horniness.

I moved between her legs and got my face down to inspect her pussy. Like Ally’s before, it was flawless. At 24, she was shaved clean, no pimples, wrinkles or stray hair, just a perfect wet pussy, swollen and ripe and ready to be taken.

I took a long lick, starting at the bottom of her opening and ending at her clit, and when I hit her clit, she grabbed my head and shouted, “Oh God, I’m coming!”

I sucked on her clit and prolonged her orgasm, and she held on tight while she fought through it.

As she came down, I released her clit and continued with some light licking. When she was fully down, I slowly stroked the outside of her cunt with my index finger.

“How many people have licked your pussy?” I asked.

Her answer surprised me.

“Two,” she said.

I had assumed that no one had gotten that far given her prior admissions about her limited experience with boys. She had said a couple guys fingered her but when they wanted to fuck, she said no. So, I pressed her.

“Tell me about that. Who?”

“Ally,” she said. “And my college graduate advisor, Julia.”

Stunned! I knew Ally was horny but I had no idea she’d ever gotten with a girl. I suppose I’d never asked.

“Is Julia a lesbian?”

“Yes.”

“I know Ally’s not. Are you?”

“God no, I love guys. Me and Ally was when we got high one summer years ago, we licked each other just to see what it was like. And Julia kind of took advantage of me senior year as we were studying for my final. She got me high and convinced me to sit on her face.”

“Did you come either time?”

“No, this was the first time that anyone else has made me come. I can do it myself, but no one else has ever given me an orgasm.”

Slowly I inserted my middle finger into her. She was tight. A 105-pound virgin is probably going to be, and she was. Sure enough I could feel the ring of her hymen. I moved my finger in and out slowly, carefully so as to avoid breaking it with my finger and ruin the moment. I teased her clit with my tongue again as I thrust my digits in and out of her. She was running her fingers through my hair, and I could feel her moving her hips faster and faster as we went.

“I’m going to come again,” she announced, and I kept my pace.

Faster and faster she went and finally pulled my face into her again as she released with a loud groan.

My face was drenched, my light goatee serving as a sponge for her delicious juices. A “flavor saver ” we used to call it.

I looked up at Taylor, her eyes closed and head back on the pillow. She sensed me looking at her and raised her head to look at me, watching as I rose up and positioned myself between her legs. My cock had to be as hard and big as it had ever been, or maybe it’s escort erenköy because it was poised over the smallest pussy I’ve ever seen that made it look that way.

I understood in that moment why women are nervous as they are about to get fucked for the first time. I was nervous for her.

Holding my cock in my hand, I worked the tip up and down her slit a few times, alternating between watching and looking at her. Slowly I put the head inside her.

“It’s going to hurt,” I said.

“I know, but just for a few seconds. I’ve talked to friends and read all about this, I’m ready. Please fuck me, I’m ready any time, do it.”

I was up against her cherry, but rather than push through from that position, I pulled back til the head was just outside of her, then thrust back in with some force, breaking through her hymen and burying about half way into her.

Taylor screamed like the devil, probably half from her hymen breaking, and the other half just from the pain of something so much bigger entering her vaginal canal.

I held still for a second, allowing a few moments to pass for the pain to calm down, then moved out and back in, a little bit more each time. I looked down and could see some blood on my cock – not much but clearly present – and it drove me on. Knowing I had deflowered this young tight pixie made me wild.

Taylor dug her nails into my back, looked at me and said, “Oh my God, it hurts so bad and so good. Please just fuck me and don’t stop until you come. I know you’re fixed, so fuck me and come inside of me.”

By now I was all the way inside of her. I sat back on my knees and watched as I plowed in and out of her. I could see my cockhead form a small bump around her belly button as my cock reached its full depth inside of her. I hooked her knees behind my elbows and leaned forward, her tiny body being swallowed by my much larger form. Anyone watching from the doorway might not even see her, she was that small under me.

“Who owns this little pussy now?” I said. “Tell me, who owns this pussy?”

“You do, you own my pussy, it’s yours now. Fuck me whenever you want, however you want. All day and night.”

She was babbling almost incoherently as I brutalized her.

Being as tight as she was, there was no way I could hold out much longer.

“I’m coming,” I said, and she dug her nails deeper into my skin as I pumped my load into her. Cum was being squeezed out around my cock as fast as I was pumping it in, there was just no place for all of it to go.

When I was spent, I sat back and was barely able to reach my shorts on the floor. Grabbing my phone out of pocket, I started a video as I slowly pulled my cock out of her. It took some effort because she was so tight, but eventually my dick fell out, a river of cum and blood flowing out behind it, down into the crack of her ass and soaking the bed cover.

“Let me see,” she asked, and I showed her the video.

“Oh my God, that is so fucking hot. How the hell did you fit that thing inside of me?”

“Well, God made you to be able to push a baby out of there, and my dick is smaller than a baby.”

“Not by much,” she laughed.

We laid in silence for a few minutes, her basking in the glow of losing her virginity, and me the same.

“Any regrets?” I asked.

“None whatsoever. Only that I didn’t get to properly suck your dick earlier,” she answered.

“Well,” I said, “unless you’re kicking me out, there’s plenty of time for that and more if you want.”

“Oh, I want,” she said. “Can you stay the night?”

“Yes,” I replied.

I had packed a bag just in case. Years of experience.

“Wait here, let me run into the bathroom quick.”

Taylor excused herself to go to the bathroom and jump in the shower.

“OMG!” I heard her yell from the bathroom. “How much cum did you put in me?” she asked. “It’s still coming out!”

I chuckled as I ran to my car for my overnight bag.

Taylor opened the door to the bathroom and called me in with a crooked finger, having me step into her very small shower while she squeezed in with me, and very lovingly rinsed the blood and residual cum from my cock.

We left the bathroom and stripped the blanket off the bed, putting on a fresh one and then climbed into the bed.

Taylor got down between my legs and said, “I want to make you come with my mouth. Do whatever you have to do. Own my mouth like you own my pussy.’

Taylor was between my legs, looking at me as she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

As I said, Taylor was super tiny, a pixie. Not a midget, just a very small person. Several of my prior sex partners had measured my cock at eight and a half inches, and seven inches around. Bigger than average, whereas Taylor was much smaller than average.

I had managed to take Taylor’s virginity without too much pain, but the female body is designed for big things to pass through the vagina. The female mouth and throat were not designed for this purpose.

I watched Taylor have fun with my cock and balls, her tongue and lips enjoying several trips around my entire package. Her tiny hand could barely wrap the whole way around my shaft as she stroked it up and down. In addition to being a heavy cummer, I also produce a lot of pre-cum, and she was fascinated by the sticky substance as it formed on my cock head and slowly dripped down my shaft.

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Henri was a beautiful raven-haired pixie with inquisitive eyes and a chaotic demeanor. I always thought she was way out of my league, but she’d always been more than happy to accept every invitation I’ve offered. That has to mean something, right? There’s no way a girl like her just enjoys the company of a guy like me…

I met Henri at school in an English class, while I was taking classes at a local community college. I’m still not sure why she was attending. I’d been too shy to talk to her much, and while I’d invite her to hang out with my friends to try to spend time with her, she’d usually interact with my friends more than me. I always figured one of my friends would ask her out successfully, but her response was always that she didn’t want to ruin being invited along in the group. So everyone stopped asking, and I never tried.

She would tag along when my friends and I would go on hikes. While I have long legs, it always seems like I’m the one struggling to keep up when I’m walking anywhere with Henri. She’d also join us for board game nights at the local card store, and trips to the Chinese buffet at the mall. Even video game nights, though she would often leave early in the evening. Eventually she was so ingrained into out group, that we just accepted that she was staying forever. We’d talk about larger trips like vacations or conventions, and she would invite herself along when I’d mention them to her in class.

—

One weekend, I invited Henri on a last-minute overnight camping trip with us. While we sort of knew she was supposed to have plans already, she immediately agreed. Surprised but pleased, I looked forward to the trip with a nervous energy. I couldn’t begin to explain it in words, but she’d seemed different lately.

I’d kept catching her staring at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention, with a escort pendik look I couldn’t really place; sort of aggressive, almost hostile, maybe a little predatory. In those moments, I would feel like something she was considering hunting and eating. A few times, she would be too close to me for some reason, and I’d bump into her without noticing her. Or she would touch my arm or waist to let me know she was there before I’d run her over by turning around.

We all met up in a park-and-ride, and packed into 2 cars to drive out to the state park. It was almost a 2-hour drive, then about a mile walk to the campsite. I think she tried to sit next to me, but Pierce squeezed in next to me before she managed to. I thought I saw a flash of irritation cross her face, but I must have imagined it because she immediately sat next to Kreach in the other car and started some flirty banter with him like they usually would.

When we got to the campsite parking lot, we organized all the camping equipment bags and set out on the short walk to the site. Obviously Henri wasn’t given any equipment to carry, and somehow I didn’t end up with any extra gear either. I noticed Radar walking off with a huge pack, nodding to myself as it all makes sense. He’s really been diving into bodybuilding lately, and keep complaining about his macros and cardio, whatever that means.

Since Henri has nothing weighing her down, I expected her to lead the group, so I settled on being the one to double check the car locks and for anything laying around we might have missed. I picked up a few pieces of trash that I don’t think were from our group, and some plastic tent stakes i recognized in a small satchel that somebody put on the ground. I tucked it into my backpack as I trailed after the group.

I can hear them ahead of me on the istanbul escort trail, laughing and yelling about something. Before I can round the last bend to the campsite, I felt someone grab my wrist. I’ll be honest, I yelped like a girl before I turned to see what it was. Or rather, who. I thought it was going to be Pierce, since we were talking about a Chupacabra attacking us in the middle of the night and how to defend against it.

—

Of course it was Henri. She smirked weirdly at me, with that same predatory vibe I’d caught glimpses of over the past few weeks. We both knew that was the moment everything changed forever. Without a word, she turned and pulled me by the wrist off the path, away from the campsite. Without an ounce of willpower to resist, I let her.

Henri stopped me, turning toward me with dark, serious eyes. She dropped my wrist to put her hand against my chest instead. I swallowed hard as she pushed me backwards a few steps until a tree stopped me from going further. She placed her foot between mine to better brush against my hips, and I realized in that moment that I was very and hopelessly hard.

Sliding her hand down to my waist, she wrapped her arms around me to slip her fingers into the back of my waistband. I couldn’t breathe, and I closed my eyes, resting my head against the tree as her fingers traced around my waistband, lifting it from my cock as she reached the front. I could feel the cool breeze on my balls as she pulled my sweatpants down and before I could even fantasize about what might happen, her lips were around my shaft as I felt the tip of my cock rub against the back of her throat.

What was my name again?

Was this finally happening?

As if reading my mind, I felt her take my cock out of her mouth to whisper my name. My veins felt like they were on fire, hearing escort kurtköy that tone from her mouth, and I opened my eyes to look down as her. After she said my name, I watched as she slid my cock back into her throat, never breaking eye contact. I realized that at some point, I went from not breathing to ragged breathing, but I still wasn’t able to catch my breath. She literally was taking my breath away, if not sucking my soul out too.

She raised an eyebrow at my distress, clearly amused.

I couldn’t take it, and closed my eyes again, tilting my head back. I felt the breeze on my wet cock as she paused again, to whisper to me,

“Should I stop? Or is this okay?”

I shook my head. Wait, no, I nodded.

What was I doing? I’m an idiot.

She chuckled softly, seeming to understand, enjoying my confusion.

Her tongue flicking the tip of my cock. She was licking my balls. She used her hand to stroke my shaft, and I just know she’s looking up at my face.

“You sure this is okay?”

More nodding. Did I moan? I’m such a girl…

I’m in her throat again.

I would let her do this all day.

Wait no, I’m going to cum already.

Should I tell her?

I hear her moan with me as…when did I grab her hair? I involuntarily thrust my cock down her throat repeatedly as my fingers were tangled in her short hair. When I started to cum in her throat, I panicked and pulled out as I looked down at her…

…to see my cum all over her face? Shit.

“It’s been a while,” I try to explain.

God, I sounds like an idiot.

She laughed. I’m relieved. She doesn’t seem offended to have cum all over her face and hair. I let go of her hair, and she started to pull off her shirt, probably to wipe off the cum.

But my cum on her face was so hot. And she didn’t have a bra on. Her newly exposed nipples? Perfect.

And I was already hard again.

She glanced at my cock then looked up at my face, smirking as she dropped her shirt on the ground very deliberately. Whatever she was about to do to me, I already knew I wouldn’t be saying no. Or saying much of anything.

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I’ve only been at university for two weeks, and it has been life changing! The first week was only first year orientation, so much of the campus was empty, but it was still overwhelming. So many hot girls, and so many new people everywhere!

We had a bunch of mixers and parties the first week, and a bunch of tours and walking events around campus. They were all dry events, of course, for liability reasons, but a few people were able to get beer or liquor. None of my acquaintances, but that is fine, I don’t need to drink to have a good time anyway.

My roommate, Jason, is ok, and there is a good mix of guys on my floor in the dorm, jocks, geeks and brains. My dorm is a set of small square tower blocks, each wall has a double, 2 singles and another double, so each floor is for 24 people. The Resident Advisor, and 23 students. Each floor has two shared bathrooms, with open shower stalls. Our floor is all guys, but others in our tower are co-ed or all girls. My whole tower is first years, but the other two towers are upperclassmen.

My friend Jeff lives in one of the other towers, we ran track at our high school, but he graduated a year ahead of me. He is one of the only people I knew before coming here, so he invited me to his room once the upperclassman were back on campus.

Jason and I went over today after dinner and met up with Jeff and his roommate, Sam. It was the usual awkward getting to know you stuff for a while, talking about how we are settling in, our classes and whatever. Then Jason looked into the hallway, whispered “Holy shit”, and snapped a picture.

That was the moment when my life changed because almost immediately a blonde goddess stepped into the room. She was wearing a pink bathrobe that barely came down to her knees, and was carrying a a towel and a bucket of bathroom supplies. And she was bare footed.

The goddess stepped close to Jason and poked him in the chest. “Did you just take a picture of me without my permission? If I turn you in for that you could be expelled.”

While he was flustered she took his phone and tossed it to Jeff. “Delete that picture, Jeff.”

She then continued jabbering at Jason, “If you are going to try to be successful here you are going to need to learn about consent. Ask before you do things, and sometimes you get a pleasant surprise.”

Jeff passed Jason his phone and said, “It’s clean.”

The goddess pulled Jason up from his seat and pushed him out the door. “Good, now get out.”

She closed the door behind Jason, and as she turned she put her bucket and towel on the edge of Jeff’s desk. She also, “accidentally” knocked the knot on her robe loose, and it completely fell open.

The sides of the robe caught on her breasts, leaving them covered, but the robe opened all the way down and and I could see her patch of blonde pubic hair.

I was obviously distracted by this luscious woman, and when Sam took my phone I didn’t even try to resist. The goddess said, “Put your phones in that drawer, ok? And just to clarify, there aren’t any other cameras, are there?”

“Absolutely not, we know better than to try that shit.”

Dorm rooms are not large, so Jason had been sitting on Jeff’s chair near the door while I was on the corner of his bed. The blonde goddess took two steps toward me, and leaned over to shake my hand. Leaning over released the robe from her breasts and they swung into view. “Hi, I’m Payton, who are you?”

“I’m in love.”

Ok, obviously not my smoothest response but they all laughed. I laughed too, when I realized what I had said. “No, sorry, my name is Bryan. It nice to meet you.” I felt like an idiot to be shaking this naked goddesses hand, but she had offered it to me.

Payton smiled as she stood back up and turned a little to face Sam and Jeff. She put her fists on her hips and stood there posing like a superhero. Her fists were holding the robe open, so she was effectively naked.

Payton wasn’t airbrushed Playboy perfect, she was better. I could see the line where the elastic of her underwear had left a mark, and where her bra had bit into her shoulders, and around her chest. She had undressed in her room and walked here in just that robe. She had been walking to the bathroom wearing just that one thing. I realized she was also talking to the guys.

Jeff was saying, “Yeah, we went to the same high school, he just started.”

Finally realizing that they were all standing, and I was staring up at Payton, I stood up as well. That put me within touching distance of every lovely bit of her, but I kept my hands to myself.

I’m nothing special. I’m smart enough, athletic enough, and I’m probably handsome enough. None of that matters though, because I am also tall escort kadiköy enough to be a few inches taller than Payton. The perfect height, unless she wears really high heels.

Payton turned toward me and said, “Is that true Bryan? Are you a freshie?”

“Ah, sure, yes.”

She leaned closer to me and asked in a breathy sexy hoarse whisper, “Are you a virgin?”

She definitely said it loud enough for the guys to hear, and I glanced at them, and they were grinning at me like fools. Maybe this was some kind of elaborate trap to get me to admit to being a virgin, but being this close to Payton was already the second best sex I’d ever had with another person.

“Yes. One ex girlfriend let me touch and lick her breasts after prom, but that is as far as I’ve gone.”

“Bryan, would you like to fuck me? You don’t have to, I can get what I want from these two.” Payton bit her lip, looked at the others and then back at me.

Sam laughed, “Payton, did you come here trolling for dick?”

“No!”, Payton also laughed, “I really was on the way to the shower, I’ve got to study later. But I can’t pass up this chance, can I?”

Payton dropped her robe and tossed it onto Jeff’s chair. It was really weird to me that she was completely naked and surrounded by three fully clothed guys. She stepped next to me, and I hugged her naked body awkwardly as she kissed me on the cheek.

“If you want to fuck, you could start by touching me all over.”

I obviously overreacted and went right for her tits, but she laughed and slowed me down. “Gently, gently, nice gentle touches, please.”

“Now, I’m a horny slut right now, and I want to take all three of you, one after the other. Is that ok for your first time, or do you want to try to hold off for a more romantic opportunity?” Payton began kissing all over my face as she reached for my belt. I continued running my hands all over her, much more gently this time.

“Now. Now is good.”

Payton kissed me on the mouth, hard, and smiled. “Normally if it was just you and me I would blow you first, have you eat me out, and then fuck your brains out. But since there are three of you, and I don’t have all evening, I’ll just give you each a few licks.”

Payton had continued disrobing me as she was kissing my face and neck and telling me what was going to happen. I assume I must have helped her take my clothes off because when she broke away I was completely naked, too, and I’ve got no idea how she would have gotten my shoes and socks off.

“Your kisses and caresses were nice, but watch what I do with these guys, and then we can practice again before I start eating you.”

They weren’t that much better than I was, as far as I could tell, but they were more chatty, telling each other what they wanted to do next, and then doing it. I did see more nipple action and pussy contact than I was willing to do at first. I was obviously overwhelmed and unsure of myself.

Payton had them naked much quicker than she did me, but they helped her more, and they had their shoes off already since they were in their own room.

I kissed Payton this time, and slid my hand into her pubic hair. “Is it ok if I touch you down there?”

“Down there? You want to touch my pussy, my cunt, my veejayjay? Vagina works, too. Sure, just be gently since you don’t know your way around yet.” Oh, she was so slick. I had no idea what I was doing, but I loved it.

“See, you’ve gotten better already! And it’s only been a couple of minutes! Ok all three of you gather around, it’s sucking time!”

I’ve been naked with guys in shared showers before, but none of us had ever been rock hard, and certainly not practically shoulder to shoulder. Like everything else, I was big enough. My dick was about the same size as the other two, but I think mine was bigger. I wasn’t going to ask Payton if mine was bigger, though!

She did lick us each several times, jerking the other two while bobbing up and down. When she stood up and kissed me I had a brief hesitation since she had just had three dicks in her mouth, but I forced that down immediately and kissed her as passionately as she kissed me.

“Jeff, pile your pillows and blankets so I can be on the edge of your bed and supported while you guys eat me out, ok. And you guys have condoms, right?”

My heart sank as Sam and Jeff replied, “Yes, ma’am.” “Of course!”

Seeing my face Jeff laughed, “Don’t worry man! I’ve got you covered! I buy a dozen at a time.”

Payton giggled and kissed me on the cheek, “Oh, honey, you looked like the world had ended! You are so cute.”

Jeff had arranged the blankets on his bed, and Payton sat on the edge and spread her legs. escort bayan “Ok Bryan get in close while I show you around. The scent is stronger than usual because I was actually on my way to the shower. This bulb here is my clitoris, be careful with that, it is very sensitive.”

Payton showed me around her veejayjay, but Sam and Jeff paid pretty close attention, too. She showed me the important landmarks, and demonstrated her favorite masturbation techniques on each spot. “Of course each woman is a little different, and part of the fun is figuring out how to best please the partner you are with at the moment. Now get in there and show me what think you know.”

She gave me about five minutes, and I did fine for the first time, I guess. She didn’t cum, but I found a couple of sensitive spots with my tongue that I know she liked. “That’s good for now, give me a kiss, and let my other studs show you what to do.”

I’ve never really paid very close attention to violin or fiddle playing, so I was never really sure what the phrase “played her like a fiddle” meant, but I think I have a much better idea now. Those two guys played her like a fiddle and they each brought her to an orgasm within five minutes. Again, they were much more vigorous than I was, and spent a lot more time slamming one or two fingers inside her pussy than I did, and latched onto her clit with their mouths which I had not done.

I got another turn after watching the studs, and I did much better, Payton had a wrenching orgasm with me, too. She almost pulled my ears off, so I think I did well. It might have taken longer than 5 minutes, but I’m not certain. I was a little distracted.

Again, it was weird to be standing so close to two other naked guys with hard-ons, but it was worth it to watch Payton breathing heavily and slowly calming down. Jeff said, “We just need to give her a minute.”

Payton eventually sat up, sighed really deep and said, “Boy that was nice, thanks guys!”

She stretched as she continued, “Bryan, you won’t go twice this time, so you will go last so you can watch what these guys do with me. Is that ok, with each of you?” None of us were dumb enough to stand in the way of Payton’s plans.

“The most important thing for you to remember is that you have to check which way the condom unrolls before you touch it to the dick. See this slimy precum right here? There could be millions of sperm right there, to say nothing of bacteria and viruses. You want to make sure the condom rolls down correctly.” Payton put the condom on the correct way and rolled it down an inch or two. Then she sniffed her fingers, and then licked them. “Oh, goody!”

She then used her mouth to roll the condom the rest of the way down Jeff’s dick.

“Sometimes condoms taste too chemically, if you find one you like it’s best for both of you. Your partner will want to use their mouth more if it doesn’t taste funny, and you will want to go down on them more if they don’t taste funny afterwards as well.”

Payton then laid back on the bed and Jeff crawled between her legs. They fucked in lots of positions, changing around every couple of minutes. At one time the were doing it doggy style and I was really into it and jacking off and Payton called out, “Hey, you should stop that. If you come without me we will both be disappointed…”

I obviously stopped jacking off, and Jeff started fucking her harder. They came together shortly after, and as Payton was catching her breath she told Jeff to finish the condom instruction. “Sure, baby, as you wish. Ok, when you are done, you should withdraw while still semi hard, if you wait too long the condom could slip off and spill your baby batter near the bun oven. I usually wrap the used one in tissues and toss it in the trash. Your hands and dick are still covered with baby batter, though, so you have to at least wipe yourself off and dry everything before going near the oven again. It’s better to wash, though.”

“Nice analogy, fucker.” Payton laughed as she said it.

“I did just fuck you, and we both liked it.” Jeff stuck his tongue out at Payton, and they both smiled.

“Ok Payton, come over to my bed. I don’t think Jeff wants us fucking on his pillow.”

Payton hopped up, skipped across the room to Sam’s bed. Her tits bounced so fucking much I could hardly stand it. “What are you planning?”

Sam smiled and handed Payton a sleep mask, “You will never know. Put this on and lay face down with your hands at the top corners of the bed. Lift your ass up, good girl.” Sam slid his pillow under Payton’s groin and straddled her back.

Sam reached up and grasped each of Payton’s wrists, saying “Click!” each time. He whispered, again loud enough that escort ataşehir everyone could hear it, “The safeword is safeword.”

“I’ve missed you Payton, I didn’t get to fuck you all summer long. I’ve been saving up for the last couple of weeks. When I shoot inside you I’ll be dumping billions of sperm in you. I want you to myself, I’m going to make you mine, if going to fuck you without the condom and make you pregnant so that you will be mine!”

“No, you can’t! I’m ovulating now, this is my most fertile time! You can’t do that!”

I was caught up in the role play, and almost stepped in to stop it when Jeff grabbed my arm and gestured. Sam had indeed put the condom on, and although Payton was thrashing around on the bed trying to escape, she was holding onto the bed herself.

Sam started to vigorously fuck Payton while she lay mostly flat on the bed, then eventually dragged her ass up and fucked her doggy style for a while. He then switched the “restraints” so that she was face up and brought her knees up high and really started pounding her into the bed. She was still pretending to struggle, whispering far Sam to stop and not to derail her life with a pregnancy. She did come when Sam did, though, if the moans and contractions in her stomach were any indication. Her toes curled up, too.

When Sam withdrew and stood up,Payton sat up and removed the sleep mask. She did immediately check out his penis and when she saw the loaded condom she smiled. She stood up and kissed him on the cheek lovingly, “I’m glad that I can trust you.”

Payton reached her hand out to me and I stepped next to her and gave her a hug. “That was a little advanced for a first time, I think. Are you good?”

I placed her hand on my super-hard dick, and she stroked it a couple of times.

“I guess so! Sam, can we use your bed?”

“Absolutely! Not the pillow under your ass, though.” He tossed his pillow to the head of the bed and stepped away. Jeff handed me a condom, as promised. I thought it was odd that these guys were helping my fuck this sex goddess, but then I realized that they weren’t helping me, they were helping her to fuck me.

“Ok Bryan, show me how you wrap that monster.” I’m no dummy, I pay attention to the important lessons, so I did it correctly the very first time.

“Nice, now let’s swipe your v card through my veejayjay!” I did, and it was wonderful.

I would love to say that I rocked Payton’s world and made her come a dozen times, but that isn’t true. It was my first time, and I had been massively aroused since she came into the room less than an hour ago. It took less than five minutes, certainly, but I spent my stroking time kissing her face and neck, and running my hands over as much of her body as I could reach. Payton was smiling and giggling and really seemed to enjoy it. When I came, I had my elbows on either side of her head and was staring deep into her eyes. I think I almost blacked out.

When I was done and could focus Payton was biting her lower lip. When we made eye contact she laughed a little, “That seemed pretty good for a first time.” When she laughed,I felt her abs tighten up, and that felt great, too. But it wasn’t the same as when she came earlier, though, so I knew I hadn’t done a good enough job.

I slid off the bed and pulled her hips to the edge, and put her thighs on my shoulders. “It was great for me, but I want to finish you, too.”

“Oh, you don’t have to…”

I kissed her inner thigh a couple of times, moving closer to her center, “Please let me do this for you.”

Payton shivered a little and then nodded. “Ok.”

The condom lubrication was ok, her pussy tasted kind of like strawberries now. I prefer the unflavored taste, but I was able to give Payton an excellent orgasm fairly quickly, and then she raised my spirits to the heavens and crushed my soul. “Oh Bryan, that was just wonderful. You are going to make someone a great boyfriend.”

My dick was still hard, or maybe I was hard again, and as I was getting rid of the condom Payton got up and put her robe back on. Sam and Jeff had gotten dressed while we were fucking, so I was the only one still naked.

As I was pulling on my pants Payton said, “You can’t tell anyone what we did here today, right guys? My roommate thinks I’m a virgin, and I’ve got a reputation to uphold!”

She gave us each a kiss and strutted off to the showers.

I looked at Jeff, “Does that happen often?”

“Does what happen often?”

Sam, who had stepped into the hall to watch Payton walk away, stepped back in and said, “Yeah, what are you talking about?”

Sam shook his head and said, “Wow, Payton is so hot, right? I’m so glad we are friends with her. I can’t believe there are dickheads out there spreading lies about fucking her. Those are the kinds of guys she would never even talk to again.”

I’m not usually the smartest guy in the room, but even I could figure that out. Payton said not to tell anyone what we had done, and I wont.

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