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

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

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Chapter 4: Reunions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea…” he was looking very nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C…Coby!”

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

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

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

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

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

“But… Why…” Roth gasped

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ch5- The Beautiful

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a note on the table-

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

mom”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hey Stan,

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

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

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

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

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

Love always,

Jake ‘

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was going to kick him any second and run.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My humble abode.” He smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was SINGING.

“Tonight, I celebrate my love for you

It seems the natural thing to do

Tonight, no one’s going to find us

We’ll leave the world behind us

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

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

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

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

We finished dinner and I helped clear the dishes.

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

I stopped and looked up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I loved him.

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

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

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

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

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

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*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“You want WHAT?!?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But, I wasn’t thinking …”

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

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

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

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

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

“Great!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Steve,” I replied.

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

“Open your mouth, faggot,” Jim demanded.

“I’m not gay,” I protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Master Jim.”

“Yes, what, faggot?”

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

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

“My turn, faggot.”

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

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

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

“Yes, Master Jim,” I replied.

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

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

“Hey man, I gotta piss before we go.”

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued…

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Huge changes overtook our lives in the year and a half following the threesome we’d had that New Year’s Eve. My wife and I wound up moving in February to a small city more than twelve hours drive from the house in which I’d had my first “experiment” and my wife and I had had our first “adventure” with our trusted friend. We got pregnant shortly after we arrived and welcomed a daughter into the world nine months after that. A month later we took in one of my wife’s cousin’s children, who’d been orphaned by her mother’s meth addiction.

My internal conflict about having cheated on my wife—and about discovering she had cheated on me at least once with my friend—scabbed over and I didn’t pick at it. The rigors of moving, my new job, and becoming the parent of two children pushed almost all of that from my mind. My wife and I frequently found ourselves exhausted from the rigors of parenting and our sex life suffered, but we were happy and I felt a fulfillment that I hadn’t known before.

My friend’s work schedule and the relative suddenness of our move meant that I hadn’t had the chance to see him before we moved away. The responsibilities of our new family and my new job meant that I hadn’t been able to make the long trip to see my parents or my sisters since the move, let alone my friend. And while my parents and one of my sisters had made the drive up to see us following the birth of our child, my friend hadn’t yet been able to do so.

We talked on the phone at least a couple of times a month. My uncertainty of our status as friends after having become sexual, both individually and together with my wife, proved ridiculous. Our bond was still strong. It helped me sometimes just to talk to him about the new stresses to which I found myself subjected. I needed that long-distance friendship, that link to my past so much that it was easy to mentally brush aside the fact that he and my wife had cheated on me at least that one time. I felt so close to the two of them and I needed them both so much that whatever they had done seemed trivial in the light of all that had come after it. Besides, I figured, how could I hold it against them when I’d done it too? Maybe watching them fuck and getting turned on by it had helped me deal with it in some way. I still had my moments of anxiety, but I got over it.

My wife and I sometimes talked dirty to each other about the nasty things we’d done during our two threesomes with our friend. It added some spice when we did.

My friend and I never discussed any of the sexual things we’d done together when we spoke. We’d never actually had any sort of real discussion of our sexual activities or what they made us think or feel, even when we had been together. That sort of thing was uncomfortable. We still clung to the illusion that we were “manly men” like we had always done until the lust overcame us and our cocks came out.

Life was pretty good for me, overall, until some bad news came: my wife’s aunt was coming to visit next month, in June.

My wife loved her aunt more than she loved almost anyone but I couldn’t stand the woman. The thought of being trapped in our small house, with no privacy and no real space between us for the nine days she planned to visit, filled me with dread. My wife understood this and had a plan.

“Why don’t you drive down and visit your family while my aunt is here?” she suggested—and I loved her for it. “She’s coming to see me and to spend time with the kids. Besides, you haven’t taken any time off from work since we moved. “

It was a fantastic solution and it lifted my spirits immediately. I arranged the time off, spoke to my family, and then called my best friend. Three weeks later I kissed my wife before hopping into my truck and getting on the road.

This story isn’t about driving on twelve-hour road trips or visiting my parents, sisters, nieces, nephews, and cousins. So all I’ll say is that after I spent a loving week with my family, I drove four more hours to spend a couple of nights with my friend before I would head back to the wife and kids. As I drove that leg of the journey, I began to wonder if he had any expectations of something sexual between us. I wondered if I did. My life had changed so much in a year and a half. I’d thought about having sex with him during that time, but the physical distance between us since I’d moved made the possibility that we’d do anything sexual again seem distant also.

I rang the bell and we hugged like long-lost brothers when he opened the door. He offered me a cold beer and asked what I wanted to do for the next two days.

“This trip is about you, dude,” he said. “This city is a tourist mecca—and I know you’ve never really spent much time here. Whatever you’d like to see, wherever you want to go, I’m game.”

He’d mentioned this idea during our last phone call and I’d given it some thought. bayrampaşa escort There was a list of six or eight tourist attractions, museums, and historical sites that I really did want to see. I told him the places that most interested me and he sprang up, asking, “You ready to get started?”

“Right now?”

“Dude, half the day is gone and at least three of the places on your list aren’t open tomorrow.”

I peed and grabbed my sunglasses and we headed out the front door.

Driving could be a nightmare in the city, so we walked and took public transportation to get from place to place. It was hot and we stopped in at numerous bars on our afternoon walking tour to rest and rehydrate. We didn’t get back to his townhouse until well after dark. Nothing “experimental” happened between us that night. I reclined in his easy chair, my feet sore from walking all afternoon, and promptly fell asleep.

I woke to find that he had draped a blanket over me as I’d slept. The sun was coming up. I smelled the aroma of coffee and could hear my friend in the kitchen.

“Coffee!” I shouted.

“Coffee!” came his shouted reply and I made my way to the kitchen.

“Okay,” what do you want to go and see today?”

I grabbed a mug and filled it with steaming black liquid. “Nothing,” I replied. “My feet hurt and I’m still tired from yesterday’s excursion. If it’s up to me, we’ll hang out and relax, maybe order pizza or some Chinese.”

“Okay,” he said, probably relieved not to have to go back out with me today to tourist attractions he’d already been to a dozen times. “How about we take this coffee into the living room? I’ve already got one rolled up and we can wake-and-bake to start our day of relaxation.”

That sounded like just the ticket.

We played golf on his video game console that morning while stoned off of our asses and it was like being time-warped right back to college. Joking and carrying on, we were in a world of our own. It struck me sometime around mid-morning, when his bare leg touched mine, what that meant. We were alone. We didn’t have to sneak around or be quiet for fear of being discovered. Neither my wife nor anyone else was going to arrive unexpectedly and declare that we were faggots to the rest of the world. Even if she did, after seeing me suck his cock and having me eat his cum from her pussy, my wife was unlikely to object. I remembered her words from just before that earlier episode, “I think a bit of gay fantasy is perfectly normal. It won’t bother me a bit.”

I found myself looking at him, his shoulders and his thighs, the crotch of his shorts. I thought I might have caught him looking at me as well. Maybe. If he was sending signals, I didn’t know how to read them—and I certainly didn’t know how to signal my own growing interest in renewing our sexual acquaintance. It had been so long. Our friendship hadn’t changed, but what if this part of our relationship had? My cock, however, didn’t waste time on such subtleties; it had a mind of its own.

Aha! I finally caught him looking. He’d noticed the tent in my shorts. I saw him staring at it out of the corner of my eye while I was lining up my shot. A few minutes later, I saw him staring again. He was trying to be subtle, but somehow—finally—my brain was actually able to pick up a clue. I let the game controller fall off of my knee and as I leaned over to pick it up off the floor, I put my hand on this thigh as if for balance.

“Sorry, man,” I told him.

“‘S ‘okay, dude,” he said.

He wasn’t trying to sound aroused. He was trying to sound nonchalant, but I could hear a little bit of strain in his voice. He wanted me. Now what?

We played that stupid video game for another hour, both of us stealing glances at each other’s hard rods poking up in our shorts. It was ridiculous! We were both aroused. Why couldn’t either of us have the guts to make the first move? We ordered pizza for lunch and a thought struck me as we ate.

“Do you still have my videotape?” I asked.

“Dude, what tape?” he responded around a mouthful of pizza.

“You know: that really good tape we watched that night. I loaned it to you…?”

A light came on in his eyes. “Oh, yeah, that tape,” he said. “Hold on.”

He didn’t go to the shelf of videotapes next to the VCR. Instead he headed out of the room and returned with the familiar case in his hand a few minutes later. “I can’t keep this out here,” he explained. “My neighbors might see it when they come over and think I’m a pervert.”

In his hand was the porn video I’d loaned him. It was one of the few I’d actually paid full price for, back in the day. The video was stylish, kinky, and terrifically filthy and my wife had loved to watch it with me. It was the video I’d put on the night I’d first sucked his cock. He stood there, entirely unselfconscious about the bulge in his shorts that pointed straight at me. I leaned back to accentuate my own tented groin. He noticed.

“Wow,” I said. “It’s been a while since I saw that, beykoz escort but I still remember it as one of my favorites.”

“Yeah, he agreed. “It’s definitely high on my list.”

“And speaking of ‘high,'” I said, “is it about that time?”

“Ha! I’ll bet it’s four-twenty somewhere,” he conceded. One of the many truths of our friendship was that I never smoked weed at all, unless I was with him. Another truth was that he always had weed. He was a fully-functioning member of society and a deacon of his church. But he loved weed. “You know,” he added, “I haven’t watched this video since I borrowed it from you a couple of years ago. I just forgot. Wanna watch it now?”

“Sure,” I told him. “I’ll pop it in the machine while you get the refreshments. You didn’t think I was gonna say no, did you?”

He got us each a fresh beer and produced another joint. We both knew what hitting “PLAY” on that movie meant and it freed us up to be more honest regarding our desires; it removed some of our anxiety. He sat down right next to me on the sofa, our shoulders and bare legs touching. We opened the beers, lit the joint, and watched a Marilyn Monroe fantasy fellate a man named Johnny in the video’s opening scene.

We commented on the unfolding scene, touching each other to emphasize our points more frequently than was necessary. The touches began to linger and we stopped talking. I felt him reach over and gently take the head of my cock between two fingers through the material of my shorts. I let him. I sighed appreciatively at his touch. He leaned over tried to reach into the leg of my shorts with his other hand. My shorts did not cooperate to give him access, so I lifted my ass and pulled them down my legs and was rewarded by the sensation of my hard member being taken in his warm grasp.

“God, that feels good, man,” I moaned.

“Mmm hmm,” he agreed as I rubbed his bare thigh with my palm.

I just sat back and enjoyed the sensation of being softly stroked for a while before I tried to slide my own hand from his thigh and into his shorts. He wasn’t having that. He pulled down his shorts to his knees and my large palm engulfed his smaller cock. I tried to match the softness and the rhythm that he was using on me.

As we sat there enjoying our stroke session a conversation broke out. That day would be the only time I would ever converse with my friend about our homoerotic experiences. As I was enjoying the feel of his silken erection and the sensation of his small, strong hand on mine, I asked him, “So, had you ever done anything with a guy before we, you know…”

There was a pause. I’m not sure whether it was due to the sensation of my hand on his cock, his on mine, or just a gathering of thoughts before he spoke of something he’d been trying to keep hidden for years. “Well, um, yeah,” he finally admitted.

I lightened my touch on his cock, just teasing it really, and said, “Uh huh?”

His grip on mine tightened slightly, as if he needed something to hold on to while he confessed a long-held secret. “When I was younger, before I left my bible-belt home town, I ummm ‘experimented’ on and off for a couple of years with a friend.”

“Two years?” I said, a little surprised. “That was a long experiment. So, who was it with?”

“A friend from school,” he said. “He was a year older. It got intense. He fell in love with me. I didn’t feel like that about him. He got possessive and obsessive. It was ugly for a while when I stopped seeing him. I got so scared that people would find out.”

I let my mind absorb what he’d said as we unhurriedly massaged each other’s erect member. I’d had no idea that my “manly” friend was so much more experienced than me, more than I ever would have imagined. I turned almost to face him, so I could lightly caress his balls with my other hand. “I guess over two years you got to try a lot of things…?”

“Pretty much everything,” he admitted, moaning gently between the words.

The mental pictures that confession conjured up made me moan in turn.

“That’s what I want to try,” I said.

“What?”

“Pretty much everything,” I answered hopefully.

“I’m not so sure, dude,” he said, shaking his head. “That didn’t end well for me.” He didn’t stop stroking my cock, though, and he made no move to stop me.

“You don’t think I’m going to fall in love with you, do you?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Nah! Not you.” I did love him, of course, but he was right that I hadn’t fallen “in love” with him. I’d only experienced romantic love maybe three times in my life and my wife was the only person with whom I’d been able to maintain that state. I did love my best friend, but the nature of our bond was different.

“When I asked if I could suck your cock that first time, I told you that I’d never done that before and wanted to try it at least once. I had no idea you’d ever done anything like that before, and I took a chance because I knew I could trust you and, whatever your response, you’d at least not judge me.” beyşehir escort His whisper-light touch on my cock was keeping me in a perpetual pre-orgasmic state. I wanted to cum, yet I never wanted it to end. I moaned again and continued, “This is the same as that. I want to try the full-on gay thing, the whole nine yards.

“Think of it like a bucket-list kind of thing. You’re someone I love and trust—heck, I shared my wife with you—and we’re alone, we’ve got privacy and are secure from discovery by the outside world. I can’t imagine feeling as close to another guy in this way as I do to you. You know we make each other feel good.”

I emphasized this last point by swirling my fingers around his cock as I stroked it. I wondered about that last thing I’d told him. I’d certainly made him feel good, but he hadn’t actively done much to make me feel good. I’d gotten my thrill from having him in my mouth and making him cum. The feeling of him pulsing and shooting in my mouth was indescribably erotic. I still craved it. I was a cocksucker. I’d assumed that he was just using my urge to suck cock for his own pleasure like I was using his cock for mine. I had wanted to try more, but was afraid of frightening him away with any crazy gay urges. Now that I knew he’d been in a secret, two-year relationship with a guy when he was younger and had done “pretty much everything,” I didn’t know how to interpret what we’d done or his response to it.

“So you’d want to…” he trailed off.

We’d been avoiding eye contact since we’d started this stroke-fest, so I looked him in the eye. “You can absolutely say no if you want and I’ll still love you as my best friend, but right now I would love to convince you to spend the rest of the time before I leave tomorrow diving head-first into…” I searched for the best word and realized that maybe I didn’t have a word for it, so I settled on, “pleasure.”

His hand had almost stopped moving on my cock. I could feel his hips reaching up a little on each stroke that I gave his upward-curving member, so I knew he was getting further along down the path to climax. I leaned down slowly, which forced his hand from my erection. I made sure he felt my hot breath on his cock’s soft crown.

“No guilt,” I said, then licked the underside of him teasingly.

“No regrets,” I promised and I took his crown into my mouth and kissed it wetly before releasing it. I tasted the small drop of wetness that had appeared at the tip.

“Just two friends doing whatever feels good, not caring about anything or anyone outside these four walls,” I told him. “Giving ourselves over to absolute pleasure without worry of strings attached, future obligations, or anything but what happens between now and tomorrow.”

I plunged my mouth down around his little cock, taking it to the root. I held it there, clamping down on it with my lips and tongue, squeezing tightly. I moved slowly up and off of his cock, releasing it. “What do you think, man,” I asked. “Are you gonna make another one of my fantasies come true?”

I know he expected me to put his cock back in my mouth. I didn’t. I left it there, jutting upward wetly. The poor thing must be getting chilly, I mused. He lifted his hips a bit and I blew cool air on his wet cock, but didn’t let it reach the warmth of my lips.

“Uh, dude,” he said. “That’s a lot to process. I don’t know how to…”

“Look, man, there’s absolutely no pressure,” I said, making sure to exhale heavily onto his cock as I spoke. “If you’re not up for it, I hope you’ll just forget I asked, okay? I don’t want to feel weird for having asked you for something like this if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“Well, um, I…” he started.

“No, you’re right,” I said as I stood, my large erection bobbing near his face at eye-level. “It’s a lot to process. Let me give you a moment or two.”

“Where?” he asked as I walked towards the hall.

“I need a shower,” I told him. “After we walked in the hot sun all yesterday afternoon and sweated our asses off, I just passed out in your recliner. I’m sure I smell funky and, regardless of how we spend the rest of my visit, I wanna feel clean.”

Looking back at it, I can see now that I’d been a manipulative prick. If I’d really wanted him to not feel any pressure, I would’ve brought him off instead of leaving him achingly hard and longing for release. Of course, I’d never really been a cock tease before either, so maybe I should just think of it as being part of the “just about everything” I had hoped to experience.

I left him there on the sofa with his throbbing erection pointing up towards his belly. In the bathroom, I dialed the shower to a good temperature and stepped into the tub, closing the curtain behind me. The hot water was great and I grabbed the soap and started lathering myself. I fantasized about what might happen and found myself paying extra attention to my cock and balls. I fantasized a bit more and slowly caressed my pucker with a soapy finger, cleaning it, and then easing a bit further inside. Not for the first time, I wondered what it’d be like having my friend’s cock penetrate me there. I wasn’t frightened at all by its size or thoughts of pain, those did not enter my mind, but I shivered at the thought of the sheer eroticism of feeling its tender hardness slowly entering me, taking my last virginity.

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Once in the shower Will kissed me deeply. Then he turned me around and shoved me hard up against the shower wall. He put a little conditioner on his throbbing meat and shoved it in me. He humped me hard and fast for what seemed like hours. That wasn’t like him. Normally he took his time and went slow, and always took the time to kiss my neck and run his fingers over my hot wet body. When he was finished I was disappointed and sore. He didn’t say a word to me while we dried ourselves off. “Will, we need to talk,” I said.

“Fine with me,” he said coldly.

I took his hand and led him over to my bed and we sat down. I put my hand on his cheek and he pulled away. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I thought you said you weren’t mad anymore.”

“I’m not mad. I never really was mad, just hurt. I’m over it now.”

“I don’t think you are. You barely touched me in there. Only kissed me once.”

“I was giving you what you want. I see now that you just want a fuck buddy. That’s just fine with me. It’s what I’m used to. I’m just everyone’s fuck buddy!”

“No, that isn’t what I want. You should know me better than that by now. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. What I did was wrong not to mention stupid. I got caught up in the moment of wanting to live my fantasy.”

“Was it worth it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I hope you really enjoyed it. Anyway, I just came to get my things. I’m going home.”

I was stunned, but I really shouldn’t have been. A tear formed on his cheek and he wiped it away. He stood up and got dressed and began to pack. All I could do was sit there and watch him walk out the door. Then I watched from my window as he packed up and drove off. alsancak escort I buried my face in my pillow and cried for hours. I must’ve fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes again it was 9:00 PM. I wondered if it all had just been an awful dream. I went over to the dresser and opened his drawer. It was empty.

I couldn’t stand being in that room anymore. I pulled on some clothes and jumped in my car. I turned it on and slammed on the gas to get the hell out of there as fast as I could. I ran down the road faster and faster. Soon I was going 140. I wouldn’t normally go that fast but at that point I didn’t care if I crashed into something and was ripped into a million pieces. Without even really thinking about it I pulled into my favorite bar. I went in and found a seat.

3 hours later I had downed 8 beers and 6 shots of vodka. I was so drunk I could hardly see straight. I was done there so I figured I would drive around some more. I stood up and clumsily fished my keys out of my pocket. “Hey buddy, I don’t think you’re in any condition to be driving,” I heard someone say.

I looked up and saw the bartender standing beside me. “I’m fine,” I said.

“I can clearly see that you are not fine. You can hardly walk. How in the hell do you expect to drive?”

“I’ll manage.”

“Not if I can help it. I would feel terrible if you left here and got involved in an accident.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Okay buddy. I don’t usually do this, but you look like a nice guy who had a really bad day. My apartment is about 2 blocks from here. I’ll take you back there and you can stay until you sober up.”

I really didn’t know what to say. I knew altıeylül escort he was right about me being too drunk to drive. He was kind of cute too. He stood about 5’9 with light auburn hair and deep dark blue eyes. He announced that the bar was going to close early and everyone had to leave. He grabbed my wrist and I let him lead me out to the street. He locked up and we walked the 2 blocks to his apartment building. He didn’t let me go until we were standing at his front door. I stumbled in and he helped me over to a white leather couch. He knelt down and took my shoes and socks off. Then he began to strip me down to my boxers. “My name’s Owen. What’s yours?” he asked.

“Jim,” I responded.

“I like that name. If you need to piss or puke the bathroom is to your right. If you need anything my bedroom is to the left. Don’t hesitate to ask.” He disappeared into his bedroom and I quickly drifted off to sleep.

When I opened my eyes I didn’t know where I was at first. Then a few fuzzy memories came to me. Then I realized I really had to piss. I found my way to the bathroom. I heard water running. I figured Owen must be in the shower. I was about to piss myself so I just walked in.

When I was finished the water in the shower turned off and the curtain opened. I looked over and saw Owen. “I see you’re finally up,” he said with a grin. I just stood there like an idiot and stared at him. He was fucking beautiful. His whole body was very well toned. Then my eyes turned to see his limp dick dangling between his legs. It was maybe 3”. His hairy balls hung low and swung back and forth while he dried himself.

“How do you feel sunshine?” he altınordu escort asked.

I groaned in response. I felt awful. It felt like there was a jackhammer pounding in my head. He smiled a knowing smile and took me into the kitchen. He sat me down and poured me a cup of coffee. “Do you feel like talking about it?”

“Talking about what?”

“About why you came into my bar last night and drank yourself into oblivion. No one does that for no reason.”

“I screwed up royally and slept with someone and my boyfriend left me.”

“You must really love him.”

“I do. That’s why I can’t believe what I did. It was just a spur of the moment thing I wasn’t really thinking clearly. I also think he blew it completely out of proportion.”

“Well he was probably hurt. I think I would be too. Maybe you should sit down and calmly explain things now that you’ve both had time to calm down.”

“He’s long gone by now. He lives in Europe.”

“You never know. I doubt he could have gotten a flight back in one night. If you feel too sick to drive home I’ll take you home.”

“That’s very generous of you.”

“I did have a personal motive. I noticed you from the moment you walked in. I like you. I’m not your boyfriend so I guess you don’t want anything to do with me, but that’s okay.”

“Well I would really appreciate it if you would take me home. Then we’ll take it from there.”

We walked back to the bar and I got in the passenger side and gave him my keys. I directed him back to my house. “Wow,” he said when he saw it. “This is a really nice house.”

“Thanks,” I said.

The first thing I noticed was Will’s car in the driveway. My heart jumped up in my throat. I figured he probably just came back after something he forgot. “Do you want to come in?” I asked Owen.

“Sure!” he said.

We walked in the front door and into the living room. I saw Will reclined on the love seat and Rebecca was on the recliner and she looked pissed.

To be continued…

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Agiatou, Amahle, and I had finished our preparations for the Owner Femdom demonstration planned to take place at two this afternoon. We were finished except for setting up a prototype railway model demonstrating the proposed island railway that the Owners wanted me to build. I decided the best approach to this expensive project was to build a test model to explain my ideas and incorporate anything they wanted before significant expenditure. I planned to show my model prototype after completing the demonstration of radio-controlled chastity devices.

It was a lovely morning. We always enjoyed our morning run and thirty-minute workout in the gym. All femdoms and subs were required to complete a two-mile run inside fourteen minutes and undergo a thirty-minute workout in the gym Monday to Friday. Enjoyment is not a word unfit for subs to describe this rigorous exercise. Subs and students started the run with a fifty-yard start. If the femdoms could catch them, they would be caned en route. Similar punishment was also applicable in the gym when the unfortunate sub or student could not do the mandatory fifty press-ups within the timescale set, or perhaps could not climb up a thirty-foot rope, etc, they suffered! If the unfortunate sub or student received more than six cuts, they would receive a further six strokes during the Entertainment hour. The morning fitness routine was a rough and ready measurement of suitability for a lifestyle that did not suit everyone. Those unable to escape canings usually returned to their country of origin within the first week or two of Island life.

All of my family were super fit. We bordered on having the fitness level of athletes. So we rarely, if ever, attracted the attention of the femdoms with a cane. So we had come to enjoy our morning exercise, and often sought more of the same when the opportunity arose. For instance, I enjoyed a ten-mile run with a backpack containing six house bricks on Saturday afternoons, when time permitted. And was often accompanied by Agiatou, Amahle, Isabella, Mike and Harry, and occasionally other femdoms, but the latter could rarely match us.

Today, after our morning workout, Isabella thought it would be nice to have breakfast on the beach and enjoy a swim before proceeding to our workplaces.

Agiatou, Amahle, and I had little to do until demo time. The girls had arranged to collect the prisoners at eleven, and I had to erect the prototype model railway to ensure it worked properly. But that was about it. So, when Isabella, Annette, and Angela left for their relevant medical duties and Wendy and Jennifer departed for their workplaces, Agiatou, Amahle, and I would be left to our own devices.

Isabella’s attitude towards me had always been strict, but kind with it. Today, we describe ourselves as a family. Of course, I am still ‘the inferior,’ but attitudes towards me have softened. There is only one rule Isabella is strict about these days, that relates to premature ejaculation. If I ejaculate without permission a sore ass is virtually guaranteed. The family love watching me squirm as I try desperately to contain myself when the ladies have been long satisfied, and I am denied. Per Island rules, if an Inferior cannot contain himself, this is treated as rape. Isabella loved giving us all a spanking, but mine were always harsher than the girls, particularly concerning premature ejaculation. Even then, spankings were treated more for fun escort bursa than punishment. The girls would sit around and watch, even taking bets as to whether I would cum or not.

But today, I was left alone with Agiatou and Amahle. Two beautiful ladies, alone on a warm, sunny beach. We all accepted fucking of some description was almost inevitable. What else would three naked, highly sexed people do to pass the time?

‘We could fill in the time with a game of cards if you like girls?’ I suggested mischievously. Amahle was already staring at my cock.

‘Naugh! We ain’t got no cards.’ Said Amahle. ‘Giving your ass a fucking good slap might be a good idea though, what do you think Georgy boy?’ She smiled and wriggled closer. Taking my cock in both hands she casually slipped it in her mouth.

She had been fondling my cock and balls before the others had left for work, so I welcomed her attentions. Agiatou seemed content to watch and lightly finger herself while Amahle tried to take the full length of my manhood into her mouth and throat.

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‘I’m not too keen on your first suggestion girl, but what you’re doing now does have an element of merit!’

‘Cheeky sod!’ Retorted Amahle, and painfully squeezed my balls.

Agiatou laughed at my discomfort as she lay there enjoying the pantomime unfolding before her. My head had been resting on Amahle’s inner thigh; my face inches from her delicious wet pussy. The aroma from her lovely black gateway to heaven invited my tongue to plunge deep inside that warm, moist, dark interior. When it comes to giving cunnilingus, I am told most men don’t like doing that. But that statement does not apply to me. I am addicted to it. The desire to lick the clit of my mistresses is probably indicative of being a submissive. I’m certainly happy to be owned by my family of seven, and occasionally eight femdoms when Mary visits.

I wish you were our slave alone, Georgy-boy. You would have been our slave if Harriet’s plans had worked out.’ Said Agiatou dreamily. ‘Then we wouldn’t need to share you.’

‘Fuck me Agiatou, you’ll be asking me for my hand in marriage next. But what exactly do you mean by, ‘originally planned?’

‘He doesn’t know about the plans the Owner Femdoms had long before Isabella appeared on the scene, Agiatou. I have heard Mary and Harriet talking about it, and as far as I can see, I don’t see what harm it can do to tell George. Perhaps it’s time he knew all. Best you tell him while I enjoy his cock.’ Said Amahle as she took my manhood even deeper into her mouth and throat, and massaged my cock and balls with both hands.

Agiatou had my attention. My curiosity was aroused, unfortunately, despite Amahle’s oral administrations. My erection died a quick death, much to the disappointment of Amahle. But I badly wanted to hear what Agiatou had to say.

‘Before meeting Isabella, you were drinking far too much, George. You had lost your wife. You needed something, or someone, to drag you out of your depression. You became interested in porn, and began visiting Subs and Dom’s websites. Not long before you went one step further and started dating dommes, it didn’t take long before you realised you were a ‘closet’ submissive. You were taking the first tentative steps towards realising your true nature. You wanted to be owned by a femdom! Didn’t you, Georgy boy? She squeezed my balls as if she wanted me to admit eskort bursa being a submissive. I winced, Agiatou doing the squeezing this time, and Amahle temporarily gave up on my cock.

‘Yes, all true. But how the fuck do you know all this?’

‘The Owner Femdoms had your car and computer bugged. They would have bugged you if they could have devised a way. Hackers in Mary’s Estate Office read and analyse every email you send. Every website you looked at was noted, studied and assessed to learn what turned you on, and the length of time you spent watching pornographic movie clips on the web. They learned more about you and your kinky ways than you know about yourself. You were followed for weeks before you met Isabella.

The Owner Femdoms, headed up by no less a personage than Senior Femdom Harriet needed a male slave who was intelligent, kinky, loved giving oral, was submissive but had leadership qualities not involved with his sexual preferences. He had to be a bit of a hard nut because his workers would be products of the Island’s population. Firm leadership qualities were a must. The ideal enslaved person had to be skilled in many areas that the Island population lacked. But Lo and Behold, you ticked all the boxes, Georgy-Boy! So you became recruitment target number one!

Harriet was put in charge of recruiting you. Kinky bitch that she is, she liked what she saw, and will no doubt have her wicked way with you when the time is right. Your abduction became her obsession, her top priority. However, achieving her obsession was a problem. They thought about kidnapping. But Harriet, Mary, Amahle and I agreed that kidnapping was easy. Persuading you to cooperate after the event opened a new set of problems. We needed a more subtle plan.

We knew something of the training of the UK’s Special Forces, and agreed you would probably die before submitting to do what we wanted you to do, and would never have cooperated fully. Am I right?’

‘Am I right? Or am I right, Georgy Boy?’

‘Hole in one girl. The way things are, I’m indeed happy to be owned by Isabella and used by you all. I’m truly happy with that state of affairs. It’s also true that Harriet would not have found it easy to break me by kidnapping. The only way you could win me around is the way things actually panned out. We’re all winners. But anyway, what happened next?’

‘Do you remember a femdom calling herself Andromeda? She wanted you as a sub to suck her pussy, but wouldn’t agree to even giving you a hand job unless you were prepared to live naked in her doggy cage?’

‘Yes, I remember that cow. She didn’t last long, but I kicked her into touch within a couple of weeks of meeting her.’ She was a right boring bitch, she liked watching hard porn on the internet, and masturbated continually with a big black vibrator. If I tried to sleep, she would poke me with a stick. But she never got me into that fucking doggy-cage!’

‘Well, Andromeda, a.k.a. Barbara Wilkinsop, from Birmingham, was hired by Mary on the instructions of the Owners. The plan was for Andromeda to lock you in a cage, making transporting you to the Island eaIslande plan was, for you to become a slave who could be kept imprisoned, and persuaded to work by allowing you to lick clit as a reward.

We all told the Owners their crazy ideas would not work with a man of your calibre. They didn’t understand and wouldn’t listen. Then along came Isabella. Harriet’s problems were over, and we could all have wept with joy.’

‘You fell for Isabella, Isabella was intent on joining the Island community, she was an excellent surgeon, just as kinky as you are, but pissed off with her employment in a London hospital. She need a sub, and you needed a femdom. And Hey Ho, you two just clicked. Harriet and Mary could not believe their luck. Not only was the Island reIslandng a top surgeon, but also a male sub or slave, who was willing to serve and do everything they wanted, and approximately forty subs and doms would prove to be invaluable for the Island’s Island’sty. You know the rest as well as I do.’

‘Yes. Thank you for telling me all that, Agiatou. You have answered a lot of unanswered questions that have been mulling around in this old Inferior’s head for a long time.’

I paused for a moment, then said;

Mary seemed to know all about me from the day I first met her. I hated the sight of her at first. She was a right ‘know-it-all’. She certainly knew a lot about me; I think I first started hating her when Isabella had insisted I walk naked into Mary’s High Street office. I was surrendering my house keys before the sale. Her assistants were giggling like schoolgirls, pretending not to notice I was bollock-naked. Atg that point in time I was not fully in-tune with femdom ways.

Then there was the workshop; it was laid out exactly as my workshop, but with much better equipment, and plenty of it. I had two assistants (the two of you). You practically knew what I wanted before we fucked for the first time.

Mary proved to be an absolute gem as time went on. She did a fantastic job selling my house, getting about ten per cent more than the asking price. Not only that, but she invested the proceeds of the sale in such a way that, should I so desire, I could take up a life on the mainland tomorrow.

She has an equal share in me today, just as Isabella and the rest of you do. That was agreed between Mary and Isabella at the outset. Mary has me whenever she visits. Like Isabella, she has never pissed on me to demonstrate ownership in true femdom fashion. But then neither have any of you. If that happens in the future, you should all do it, not just Mary and Isabella. In true submissive fashion, I would imbibe some of that piss, and bathe in the remainder, and I would not wash for twenty-four hours, thus telling others I was your property. I might add, that Isabella has pissed on me in private, but never in front of witnesses.

I looked at Agiatou. There was love in those eyes, which were filled to overflowing with tears, and one tear rolled down that beautiful face. I kissed it away, then tenderly kissed those quivering lips; she was about to burst into tears. She didn’t. Amahle, not noticing her friend’s emotion, recommenced the job she had started before Agiatou’s tale of a kidnapping that never happened.

I lay flat on my back, and Agiatou sat on my chest, legs on either side of my face. She leaned forward. Her vagina wet and inches from my face. I eagerly breathed in the pungent aroma of her womanhood, strong in my nostrils. Without permission, I had a massive orgasm in Amahle’s mouth at the same time as Agiatou emptied her bladder, as she pissed over my face and into my mouth. Her golden token of ownership was hot, bitter and pungent. And it tasted very good indeed. Quietly, Agiatou lay close beside me as she took a few drops of my life-giving sperm in her hand and put them in her mouth. Then quietly, she whispered in my ear,

‘No sore ass for you today honky, white boy, but I think Amahle needs a piss as well.’

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Following my first cock worshiping experience I was now aching to do it again. The small ABS with the glory holes I first frequented was nice but there were only a handful of booths and they were very small, not much room for two. So I ventured to a much larger ABS with lots of big booths but interestingly no doors on the booths and no glory holes. At first I was very apprehensive about sucking a cock and having others possibly watch but I quickly found out that it only added to the excitement. I had been going there for a short time and had found several nice cocks to worship. Although I was pretty picky about the cocks I worshiped and the men they were attached to, which lead to several trips when I left unsuccessful. That all changed that incredible Saturday morning.

I wore just a t-shirt, shorts, no underwear, love that feeling, and my sandals. As I pulled in there were a decent number of vehicles in the lot so I was hopeful I’d find a nice cock to worship. I paid my money and headed back to the booths. I also found that with no doors on the booths it made cruising much easier. As I made my rounds looking for a nice cock I looked into one of the booths and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing there was a good looking black man about my age a bit smaller stature, a well-built body and a gorgeous big thick black cock. He was wearing running short which he had pulled down. He was slowly stroking his incredible manhood and although it was not fully hard it was already 8″ long and almost as thick as a pop can. Also his cock and balls were clean shaven, or so I thought. All I could do was stand and stare at this incredible sight. I’d seen pics on the internet but never thought I’d ever be looking at such an incredible big thick black cock in person. Finally I looked up and he nodded for me to enter. I stepped into the booth and reached my hand out to touch his cock. As I wrapped my hand around it I was surprised at how heavy it felt in my hand. I was sliding my hand along the length still starring in disbelief. I was so overcome by the site and feel of his cock I had lost track of why I was there.

I came out of my trance as I felt his hand on the top of my head pushing me down. I dropped to my knees and still couldn’t believe this gorgeous big black cock was just inches from my lips. I starred at it a bit longer and then leaned in and kissed the tip, it felt incredible. He must have showered just before coming because he smelled fresh. I dropped his shorts down and had him step out of them. I didn’t want anything in my way. Then I opened my mouth and slowly slid his cock in. I never felt a cock fill my mouth like this one did. I tried to get as much in as I could and wished I could shove his whole cock down my throat. I slowly sucked bursa eskortlar and stroked him for a bit then I slid my lips off and began to give him the most incredible cock worshiping experience ever. His skin was so smooth, as I reached his balls and began kissing and licking them I realized he had no hair on his legs either. I asked if he shaved those too and he said his whole body was lasered. After slowly and sensually worshiping his cock and then his nice ball sack, I then worked my tongue behind his balls as best I could. I had never rimmed anyone but I had this incredible urge to get my tongue in his hot ass. He must have realized what I wanted and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. At first I thought he didn’t like that but then he turned around and leaned over.

He had a nice smooth butt which I ran my hands over. I spread his butt and there staring at me was his hot brown little fuck hole. I could not believe I was about to rim his hot ass but I was totally overcome by the moment. Unlike my slow sensual cock worshiping I just buried my tongue in his tight ass as far as I could. I wanted to fuck his ass with my tongue and wished my tongue was 6″ longer. As I worked his hot ass with my tongue I began slowly stroking his big cock. He must have been enjoying it because I could feel his cock getting rock hard in my hand. He moaned and pushed his ass back against my tongue and leaned over further giving me better access. I continued to feverishly work his ass with my tongue until he suddenly stood up and pulled my head from his ass. He turned back around and his big beautiful black cock was dripping pre-cum. I leaned in and collected that big drop of pre-cum on my tongue. He tasted so good. I squeezed his big black cock and got another nice big drop of pre-cum. I leaned in to begin sucking him and he grabbed my hair and held my lips just an inch from his cock. I stuck my tongue out and licked his cum hole and he moaned.

Other than some moaning he’d been pretty quiet up to this point. I looked up when I realized he was not going to let me suck him to see what the problem was. I was worried he was done with me, how wrong I was. This was about to take a wild twist. No one had ever been real verbal with me before. In fact in reading stories I didn’t think I would like being humiliated and made to say all those nasty things, I was wrong! He said you are a real desperate little cock sucker aren’t you. I just nodded my head. He slapped my face with that big black cock which I instinctively tried to suck but he held my head in place and laughed. He then said you really want this big black cock bad don’t you fagot? You are such a gay black cock whore aren’t you fagot? Again I nodded my head and for some bursa bayan escort reason I was enjoying this humiliation. He again slapped my face with his big black pre-cum dripping cock and said, say it I want to hear it.

Part of me didn’t want to but I knew what I wanted and I heard myself say, yes I’m a total whore for your big black cock and begged to let me suck him again and that I’ll do anything to suck his big black cock. I couldn’t believe I had just said it. He laughed and said beg some more whore and louder this time. I found myself loudly begging for his big black cock and claiming I was a big black cock whore and wanted to suck his big black cock forever and would do anything my black master wanted to let me suck his big black cock until he filled my mouth with his seed. I was in shock that I had just announced that but also knew deep down that is what I wanted to be, his big black cock sucking whore. With that he shoved his big black cock back in my mouth. I was so happy and so relieved that I was going to get to keep sucking him. I now ached deep down even more to pleasure my black cock master in every he desired.

I could taste his pre-cum leaking into my mouth as I hungrily sucked his cock worried he would stop me again before I could swallow his load. Just then he pulled his cock from my mouth and held my head. He told me I’d have to strip naked to get to keep sucking his cock. He glanced to the side and so I looked over my shoulder and that is when I realized that a crowd of men were at the doorway watching us. I’m sure hoping to get their chance with his magnificent big black cock. Two of them in front had their cocks out stroking them. I wanted to protest but I found myself stripping my shorts and t-shirt off and tossing them on the bench seat in the booth. Now I was back on my knees totally naked kneeling in front of his big black cock with this crowd watching, which caused my cock to be rock hard. I leaned in and again he let me go back to sucking his big black cock and big black balls, which I did with even more intensity and desire. Then I heard him tell one of the guys to step in next to me. He told me to suck that cock and keep stroking his. I turned and in front of me was a hard cock, nothing special and I glanced up at the old guy and this certainly wouldn’t be a cock I would have decided to suck before this. I didn’t want to risk the chance of not getting to finish off my black master’s big cock off so I leaned in and started sucking this other cock, and worse it didn’t even taste good but I wanted to please my black master. It was right then I knew without a doubt I was a total cock sucking whore and I strangely loved the fact I was.

I could tell the old guy was getting close and then my black master told me to go back to sucking his big black cock and told the old guy to finish off on my face. I was so happy to slide his big black cock back between my lips and taste his pre-cum and as I did I felt the old guy unload on the side of my face. I could feel his warm cum hit my face and drip onto my naked body, something about this humiliation excited me even more. I repeated this with two other guys, again with them depositing their loads on the side of my face and my body as I sucked on my master’s big black cock. He then told two more guys to step in behind me and cum all over my back. I could feel their loads land on my neck, shoulders and back and run down my naked body. Now I wished a hundred guys could cum on me and cover me in their hot cum. My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

My black master had totally converted me to a complete cock sucking cum whore and I was loving it. This must have really excited him too because I could tell my black master was getting close. I continued to work his rock hard cock, cupped his tight balls and fingered his ass aching to feel his load fill my mouth. To my dismay he then pulled out and made me beg for his cum, which I did loudly again and again, as he stroked that big black monster cock right in front of my face. I was practically yelling that I was a total big black cock sucking whore and desperately wanted ever drop of his cum. He told me to open my mouth and moaned loudly and then began shooting rope after rope of cum. Most landed in my mouth but some hit my face and dripped down my naked body mixing with the other cum. He shot more cum than I’d ever seen, it was incredible. I almost chocked on all the cum he shot in my mouth and even some of that ran out and down my body. His cum tasted so good I wanted to drink a gallon of it and wished I could bathe in it. What a total cum whore I had become!

When he was done he made me lick off the last drops from his cum hole as he squeezed them out. As sore as my jaw was from being stretched so wide I still wish I could keep sucking his big black gorgeous cock forever. There I was kneeling on the floor of the ABS naked and covered in cum from multiple guys and I loved it. Then he told me to dress and to wear all that cum for the rest of the day. Still covered in cum I pulled on my t-shirt and shorts and the cum soaked through. My cock was also clearly visible protruding under my shorts and leaving another wet spot for all to see. All this was obvious to everyone as I walked out. Before this I would never had thought so but the public humiliation only made my cock harder and ache more. Fortunately when I got home I was able to sneak into the bathroom without anyone seeing me. I slipped out of my sticky clothes, slid a big butt plug in my ass, laid on the floor and stroked myself to the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I rubbed my cum into my body and wore it with all the other cum until the next morning when I showered.

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Es ist schon seltsam. An einem Tag ist alles so wie es sein soll und am nächsten Tag weiß man, dass es so nicht gestimmt hat. So in der Art, dass man in ein Geschäft geht und mit etwas wieder herauskommt, von dem man vorher noch gar nicht wusste, dass man es braucht. Jedenfalls wird zumindest jeder Mann das kennen, wenn er im Baumarkt war oder jede Frau im ein Euro Paradies/Schuhladen um die Ecke. Jedenfalls bin ich seit heute ein Stück weiter mit etwas, was ich vorher noch gar nicht gekannt habe, geschweige denn, daran gedacht hätte. Dabei fing alles so harmlos an.

Da ich keinerlei Verpflichtungen gegenüber irgendwem habe, machte ich mich wie jeden Freitag fertig um auszugehen. Es ging um nichts Bestimmtes. Einfach um die Ecke in meine Stammkneipe gehen, an ein paar Bierchen nuckeln, sich mit Menschen unterhalten die man nicht kennt und auch nicht zu Freunden haben möchte und dabei vielleicht eine oder mehr Runden E-Darts spielen. Wenn möglich vielleicht was nettes Weibliches finden und ein wenig mit ihr scherzen. Dann gegen Feierabend einen Kaffee bei ihr oder mir trinken und noch etwas mehr Spaß haben. So oder so ähnlich stellte ich mir immer meinen Abend vor, wenn ich aus dem Haus ging. Gut, das mit dem netten weiblichen fiel meistens ins Wasser, aber die Vorstellung war zumindest da und es hat ehrlich gesagt auch schon geklappt. OK, nachts sind alle Katzen grau und ehrlich gesagt war ich am nächsten Morgen froh, dass ich in ihrer Wohnung aufwache. So konnte ich schneller flüchten. Dabei war mir es sogar noch recht, dass wir wahrscheinlich beide zu viel getrunken hatten um noch miteinander zu schlafen. Und wenn doch, dann wusste ich zumindest nichts mehr davon und wollte es auch gar nicht wissen. Zumindest zog ich daraus eine Lehre und betrank mich nicht mehr ganz so wild.

Also machte ich mich sorgfältig fertig, so mit doppelt langem duschen, extra Zahnpflege und allem, was man so macht, wenn man von der Wahrscheinlichkeit ausgeht, je länger nichts gewesen ist, umso eher würde es an dem Tag geschehen, was allerdings vollkommener quatsch ist. Aber was macht man sich nicht alles vor. Also noch rasieren und etwas gut riechendes Wasser an alle Körperstellen die ins Spiel kommen konnten (also jeder Quadratzentimeter) und ab ging die Post.

Gut, dass die Kneipe nur wenige Schritte entfernt war. Eigentlich gar keine Kneipe in dem Sinne. Spielunke hätte man früher gesagt, heute wohl eher Schluckhalle oder sowas in der Art. Ein Lokal mit dem Flair einer Toilette im Hinterhof. Dazu mit einem seltsamen Publikum welches sich normalerweise aus jedem Land der Erde zusammensetzte. Zumeist Menschen mittleren und gehobenen Alters die alleine und einsam waren und im Prinzip das gleiche dort machten, was mich hier hin trieb.

Gut waren nur die zwei Dart Automaten an der einen Wand. Man kannte hier einige Leute mit der Zeit und wenn man noch nicht zu viel getrunken hatte, dann war es eine Art sich die Zeit zu verkürzen. Allerdings fragte man sich nicht, wofür. Egal, Dart oder Würfeln war sowieso das einzige was einen vom saufen abhielt, denn etwas zum abschleppen würde sowieso nicht herein kommen, jedenfalls nichts was sich lohnte. Die paar „Mädels” die es hier gab hatten auch schon bessere Tage gesehen und wirkten selbst dann nicht mehr anziehend auf mich, wenn ich über eine Promille hatte. Dafür hatte ich sie schon zu oft im nüchternen Zustand gesehen.

So fand ich dann schnell noch jemanden zum Pfeile werfen und ich war die nächste Stunde damit beschäftigt. Da ich noch nicht so viel getrunken hatte, ging es recht gut und ich gewann mehr als ich verlor. Zumindest war das schon mal ein Erfolg am Abend.

Nach den erfolgten Runden setzen wir uns an den Tresen und spielten noch ein paar Würfelspiele. Nichts besonderes, ein auf Ausgeben beruhendes Spiel das ich jetzt zu meinem Leidwesen öfter verlor, als mit lieb war. Teuer aber unterhaltsam.

So vergingen die Stunden und mein Pegel stieg langsam aber unaufhaltsam weiter, während sich der Laden immer weiter leerte. Zum Schluss waren nur noch der Wirt und ich da. Da er mich gut kannte, setzte er mich nicht gleich vor die Tür sondern ließ mich noch so lange an meinem Drink süffeln, solange er damit beschäftigt war abzuwaschen und aufzuräumen. Das dauerte eine ganze Weile und wir unterhielten uns dabei recht angeregt.

Obwohl ich schon einiges getrunken hatte, ging es mir heute dabei recht gut. Tage wie diese hatte man ab und zu und man hätte ein Fass alleine bewältigt, um dann doch noch pfeifend nach Hause zu gehen.

Irgendwann warf mich der Wirt dann aber doch raus. Er war fertig geworden und wollte endlich nach Hause den verdienten Feierabend genießen. Eigentlich schade, ich hatte meine Bettschwere noch nicht erreicht und war mir nicht schlüssig darüber, ob ich wirklich nach Hause gehen solle oder noch irgendwo einen letzen Absacker mitnehmen sollte.

Was hatte ich zu verlieren. Es wartete sowieso keiner auf mich und was sollte ich zuhause? Nach schlafen war mir noch nicht. Soweit ich wusste, war in der bursa escortlar Parallelstraße noch eine Kneipe, in der ich noch nicht gewesen war, den die in der ich gewesen war, hatte mir bis jetzt immer gereicht. Dich nächste von meiner Wohnung halt und das war eigentlich das wichtigste. Wenn man voll ist, ist es von Vorteil auf den Brustwarzen nach Hause kriechen zu können.

Da das andere Lokal aber auch nicht viel weiter weg war, beschloss ich doch noch hin zu gehen. Einen Versuch war es wert, vielleicht hatte sie noch auf. Also ging ich leicht schaukelnd los und war bald vor der Tür angekommen. Die Außenbeleuchtung war noch an und so trat ich ein.

Das Licht war relativ dunkel und es sah hier um einiges gemütlicher aus als in meiner Stammkneipe. Eine Musikbox in der Ecke spielte eine Ballade die ich irgendwie kannte. Aber es war kein Gast zu sehen. Eine ältere Dame stand hinter dem Tresen und musterte mich einen Augenblick. Dann begann sie wie zuvor der Wirt in der anderen Kneipe ein Glas zu polieren, allerdings mit einer Langsamkeit, die nicht darauf hindeutete, dass sie es eilig hatte. Also würde sie zumindest noch nicht in den nächsten zehn Minuten schließen und ich bekam meine Chance, noch gemütlich einen Drink zu nehmen.

Ich ging so gerade wie möglich zum nächstmöglichen Barhocker in der Mitte und setzte mich auf das weiche Polster während die Musikbox ihre letzten Töne von sich gab. Die jetzt eintretende Ruhe war irgendwie nicht richtig. Die Stille war fast so perfekt, dass man sich zu hören glaubte. Als ich dann mein Wahlgetränk bestellte, zerriss meine Stimme die Ruhe.

Meine Wahl traf auf einen Whiskey der nicht gerade billigen Sorte, den ich hinter anderen gängigeren Spirituosen entdeckt hatte. Die Wirtin hob jedenfalls einmal ihre Augenbrauen den es war wohl eher selten, dass es jemand bestellte und ich fragte mich insgeheim, warum sie dort überhaupt stand. Vielleicht ein Fehlkauf oder es gab einen einzigen guten Gast, der es sonst trank und es sich somit auf die Dauer lohnte.

Meine Bestellung kam prompt in einem sehr sauberen Glas. Auch keine Selbstverständlichkeit, dafür hatte ich diesbezüglich schon zu viel erlebt. Dann setzte ich das Glas an die Lippen. Der erste Schluck brannte sich genüsslich seien Weg durch meine Speiseröhre. Hatte ich doch den ganzen Abend sonst nur Bier getrunken, so war es jetzt wirklich ein Hochgenuss, wie sich die hellbraune Flüssigkeit ihren Weg in meinem Magen bahnte und dabei ein leichtes brennen hinterließ. Nur ein weiches, zartes nachbrennen wie man es eben von einem guten Stoff erwartete. Kein Fusel eben!

Als ich dann das Glas zu einem zweiten Schluck ansetzte erschrak ich fast, als die Musikbox unvermittelt und ohne Vorwarnung wieder ansprang. Aus Neugierde schaute ich hinter mich und entdeckte die schmale Figur eines Menschen, der vor der besagen Box stand. Vielleicht einen Meter sechzig und sehr schlank dabei. Dazu mit einem Schopf wallendem, blondem Haares welches über die Schultern fiel. Dazu sehr schlank, fast zu dünn, zumindest sah es aus von meiner Warte aus so aus.

Was ein solches Geschöpf hier in der Kneipe hielt ging mir nicht auf. Sie sah zumindest von hinten so aus, als wenn sie nicht alleine sein müsste und das gefiel mir beim zweiten hinsehen umso besser. Sofort begann mein Kopfkino zu arbeiten und meine Phantasie wurde wach. Sollte sie die sein, die ich nicht gesucht, aber gefunden hatte? Doch in meinem noch funktionierenden Schädel wurde mir fast im gleichen Augenblick bewusst, dass ich für sie sicher viel zu alt war, denn sie schien noch recht jung zu sein. Also drehte ich mich wieder um und hing meinen Gedanken nach.

Wieder erklang dieselbe Ballade was mir recht war. Es hörte sich wirklich gut an und es verbreitete eine wohlige Stimmung. Also nahm ich einen weiteren Schluck und starrte dann gedankenlos Löcher in die Luft bis ich eine Bewegung neben mir war nahm. Sie setzte sich direkt neben mich und ich konnte ihren Duft riechen. Nur fein, aber sehr sinnlich war ihr Duft der meine Nase kitzelte und ich frage mich insgeheim, warum sie sich direkt neben mich gesetzt hatte.

Dann klag eine Stimme in meine Ohren die danach fragte was ich denn da trinken würde.

Bevor ich antworten konnte, merkte ich, dass da etwas nicht stimmte. Die Stimme klang anders als ich es erwartet hatte. Sie passte einfach nicht. Ich konnte sie nicht sofort einordnen. Also sagte ich ihr was ich trank und drehte dabei meinen Kopf in ihre Richtung.

Große, hellblaue Augen sahen mir traurig in die meinen. Dazu eine fast niedlich zu nennende Nase und ein kleiner, aber trotzdem von vollen Lippen umrandeter Mund. Selbst die Gesichtszüge waren weich. Doch trotzdem störte mich etwas daran und plötzlich wusste ich auch was. Was ich für eine sie gehalten hatte, war keine. Allerdings hatte er es auch nicht darauf angelegt wie eine sie auszusehen. Er war weder geschminkt noch war seine Bekleidung auf Frau getrimmt. Er sah einfach nur so aus. Gut, die Haare waren etwas ungewöhnlich, aber sonst bursa escort konnte dieser Körper auf den zweiten Blick auch zu einem Mann gehören. Irgendwas dazwischen zumindest. Er konnte nichts dafür so auszusehen. Vielleicht zu wenige männliche Hormone. So versuchte ich es mir jedenfalls zu erklären.

Meine Auskunft kam bei ihm an und er bestellte mit belegter Stimme von meinem Getränk, allerdings gleich einen doppelten. Wow, er hatte es wohl nötig und als er den Drink dann bekam, schüttelte er sich beim ersten Schluck. Er trank also so etwas nicht oft oder vielleicht auch das erste Mal in seinem Leben. Ich jedenfalls hätte es in seinem Alter nicht getrunken denn ich schätzte ihn jetzt auf höchstens 20 Jahre.

Aber er hielt sich wacker. Andere hätten den Drink stehen gelassen, aber schon beim zweiten Schluck war das schütteln nicht mehr so stark und so lehrte er sein Glas. Dann bezahlte er diesen und bestellte sich noch einen.

Während dieser Zeit beobachtete ich ihn aus dem Augenwinkel. Wenn man nicht genau hinsah, konnte man wirklich meinen, dass eine Frau neben einem sitzen würde, die sich gerade den Kanal dicht schüttete. Und das tat er auch. Ich weiß ja nicht was ihm passiert war, aber es schien es wert zu sein, es vergessen zu wollen. Sicher eine Beziehungssache oder ähnliches vermutete ich und machte mir so meine Gedanken, die sicher falsch waren. Bei sowas lag ich immer falsch, so war ich auch eine vollkommene Niete, wenn es ans schätzen ging. Wenn einer mich zum schätzen aufforderte, dann wehrte ich mich dagegen, denn es kam grundsätzlich irgendetwas Dummes dabei raus.

So verging die nächste Stunde und ich merkte, wie mein Nebenmann langsam voller und voller wurde. Nur ab und zu stand er auf und wankte immer heftiger, wenn er zur Musikbox ging, neues Geld darin versenkte und immer wieder das gleiche Lied drückte. Es würde selbst bei mir immer mit ihm verbunden sein, davon war ich überzeugt. Wenn ich es also irgendwann wieder hören würde, dann würde ich mich an ihn erinnern.

Nach einer weiteren halben Stunde verkündete dann die Wirtin, dass sie nun doch schließe wollte und wir unsere Drinks langsam austrinken sollten. Das taten wir dann auch und der Blondschopf und ich standen auf um zur Tür zu gehen. Kaum draußen angekommen, begann er mehr zu wanken als zuvor. Ob es an der frischen Luft lang oder das er länger stand als zuvor kann ich nicht sagen, aber er musste sich an mir festhalten um nicht zu fallen. Dabei konnte ich wieder sein süßes Aroma riechen, welches mir sofort wieder in die Nase stieg.

Ich fragte ihn wo er den wohnen würde, bekam aber keine wirklich erschöpfende Auskunft. Also gab es für mich nur zwei Alternativen. Entweder setzte ich ihn irgendwo hin und überließ ihm seinem Schicksal oder ich nahm ihn mit.

Obwohl es mir eigentlich gar nicht passte, siegte doch meine soziale Ader die mir immer wieder in die Quere kam. Also stützte ich ihn während wir in Richtung meiner Wohnung gingen. Dabei pumpte er viel Sauerstoff in seine Lungen und atmete tief durch. Jedenfalls befolgte er was ich ihm gesagt hatte. Sicher, im Moment wurde ihm dadurch nur noch etwas schwindeliger, aber dafür ging es ihm danach sicher besser. Eigene Erfahrung.

Als ich an meinem Wohnhaus ankam, war ich richtig froh im ersten Stock zu wohnen. Langsam wurde er mir zu schwer und ihn noch höher zu schleppen, wäre sicher nicht einfach gewesen obwohl er nicht viel wog. Doch in meinem Zustand war es einfach besser so.

In meiner Wohnung angekommen, dachte ich erst einmal praktisch. Ich schleppte ihn mit ins Bad, ließ ihn vor der Toilette knien und steckte ihm meinen Finger in den Hals. Wie das funktionierte wusste ich von mir genau. Obwohl er sich zuerst ein wenig wehrte, trat der Erfolg recht schnell ein. Ein mächtiger Schwall des guten, teuren Getränks versenkte sich in der Schüssel, welchem ein nächste folgte. Ich wusste nur eins, je mehr, je besser würde es ihm bald gehen. Also versuchte ich es noch zwei Mal, bis nichts mehr kam außer einem Würgereiz.

Doch wohin mit ihm. Meine Wohnung war nicht wirklich groß und mein Sofa zu unbequem um darauf zu schlafen. Daran hatte ich einfach nicht gedacht, immerhin wäre es bei einer Frau klar gewesen, aber auf diese Art Besuch war ich einfach nicht eingestellt.

Es nützte einfach nichts. Ich konnte ihn nicht auf dem Boden schlafen lassen und so war ich dann doch froh, dass ich ein sehr breites Doppelbett mit zwei Bettdecken hatte.

Ich brachte ihn also in mein Schlafzimmer und zog ihn aus. Er sollte nicht mit seinen Klamotten schlafen und außerdem war er schließlich ein Mann. Was war also dabei. Ich ließ ihm aber seine Unterhose an und deckte schnell die eine Decke über ihn.

Dann dämpfte ich das Licht auf ein Minimum und verzog mich für einen Augenblick in die Küche um noch einen Happen zu mir zu nehmen, denn ich hatte Hunger bekommen. So war es immer. Alkohol machte mich irgendwann hungrig und ich musste dann einfach etwas essen. So schmierte ich mir zwei Brote mit dick Butter damit mein Magen etwas zu tun bekam. Dann ließ ich noch einen Kaffee ohne Koffein durch die Maschine laufen und setzte mich zu einem späten Abendessen oder frühen Frühstück hin, je nachdem wie man es sah. Schweigend futterte ich den Snack in mich hinein und hing meinen Gedanken nach. Mist, wieder keine Frau, dachte ich nur kurz und verdrängte dann die Gedanken daran.

Eine halbe Stunde und zwei Kaffee später war ich dann fertig damit und räumte noch schnell alles weg. Dann ging ich ins Schlafzimmer, denn so langsam war ich auch müde.

Hier angekommen setzte ich mich auf meiner Seite aufs Bett und zog mich langsam aus. Wie immer vollkommen nackt, denn ich hasste es im Bett etwas an zu haben. Dass mein Gast da war störte mich nicht im Geringsten. Er hatte schließlich seine eigene Decke.

Dann zog ich mir die Decke über während ich mich zurücksinken ließ. Es fühlte sich so wunderbar wie immer an, wenn ich nach einem langen Tag zur Ruhe kam. Gleich würde ich in einen geruhsamen Schlaf gleiten und hoffentlich frisch und munter wieder aufwachen.

Bevor ich das kleine Nachtlicht löschte drehte ich mich zu meinem Gast um, um zu sehen ob alles in Ordnung war.

Ich erschrak fast, als ich in seine großen, offenen Augen blickte. Er lag auf der Seite und sah mich an wobei die Traurigkeit aus seinem Blick verschwunden schien. Der Blick war eher aufmerksam und interessiert, als wenn er mich studierte.

Ich grinste ihn nur einmal an, drehte mich dann um, löschte das Licht, legte mich auf den Rücken und schloss die Augen. Es war vollkommen Dunkel, trotzdem meinte ich seine Anwesenheit zu spüren. Nicht so als wenn man wusste das jemand da war, sondern anders, fast körperlich. Dazu hörte ich sein leises, regelmäßiges atmen, was nur sehr gedämpft an meine Ohren drang.

Dann schlief ich ein und stürzte in das Land der Träume. Verwirrende Bilder rannten an meinen inneren Augen vorbei wie es fast immer war, wenn ich etwas getrunken hatte. Gerade dann waren meine Träume intensiver als sonst.

Hatte ich am Abend keine Frau gefunden so kam sie zumindest in meinen Träumen zu mir. Ich gabelte eine auf und schleppte sie mit mir nach Hause. Dort angekommen rissen wir uns gegenseitig die Klamotten vom Leib und ich spüre ihre Hand an meinen sich aufrichtenden Schwanz. Dann wurde mit alles schwarz vor Augen und ich merkte, dass ich nicht mehr träumte, sondern mit offenen Augen in die Dunkelheit starrte.

Doch die Hand an meinem Schwanz war noch da. Ich begriff zuerst nicht was los war. Warum war der Traum nicht mehr da, aber ich spürte immer noch die weiche, zarte Hand an mir. Sie war so gefühlvoll und streichelte sanft darüber, genau wissend was mir gut tat.

Wie, als wenn mich jemand mit einem Brett vor den Kopf gehauen hätte wurde mir auf einmal klar, was los war. Meine Hand suchte den Schalter für die Lampe und ein weicher Lichtschein durchdrang die Dunkelheit. Mein Kopf drehte sich zur Seite und ich sah wieder in die hellblauen, großen Augen die mich anstarrten. Sein Kopf lag allerdings wesentlich näher an meinem als zuvor. Er war näher an mich heran gerutscht als zuvor aber lag etwas tiefer. So reichte die Länge seines Arms um mich zu erreichen. Weich lag sie um meinen Schwanz gelegt und ich spürte wie er den Druck angenehm veränderte und dabei mit den einzelnen Fingern Wellenbewegungen machte.

Auf der einen Seite war ich geschockt aber auf der anderen Seite war es so gut, dass meine Neugierde siegte und ich ihn gewähren ließ. Dies schien er sofort zu merken, denn seine Gesichtszüge wurden noch weicher als zuvor. Er entspannte sich vollkommen als er merkte, dass ich nichts gegen sein tun unternehmen würde. Dafür wurde er kühner. Weiter ausholend massierte er mich weiter und brachte mich jetzt so weit, dass mein Stamm vollkommen steif wurde während er nun in voller Länge daran entlang fuhr. Ein Schauer rann meinen Rücken entlang.

Gefühlsmäßig war es der reinste Genuss, zumindest solange ich nicht daran dachte, wer mir diesen gab. Also konzentriere ich mich nur noch auf meine Gefühle und nicht auf ihn. Schließlich hatte ich schon lange niemanden mehr hier gehabt und es sich immer selber zu machen war auch nicht die große Sache. So gesehen war er besser als nichts. Dazu kam mein noch vorhandener Alkoholpegel der vieles einfacher machte.

Dann drängten seine Hände zwischen meine Beine und ich ließ es nicht nur zu, sondern zog meine Beine etwas an und ließ sie dann auseinander klaffen. Sofort nahm er die Einladung ein und seine Hand schlängelte sich dazwischen, allerdings musste er dazu etwas näher rücken als zuvor. Er robbte sich noch etwas näher an mich heran und seine Hand fand was sie suche. Mit nur sehr wenigem Druck schloss sich seine Handfläche zuerst um mein eines, dann um das andere Ei und massierte es unendlich sanft, rollte es in seinem Sack hin und her, genau wissend, ab wann er schmerzhaft für mich werden würde.

Doch er blieb nicht so liegen. Mit einem Mal stützte er sich neben mir auf seinen Arm auf und sah so auf mich herunter. Lüftete sich nun meine Decke etwas an, da sein Arm in einem anderen Winkel unter ihr war, so hob er sie jetzt an und legte sie etwas weiter hinter mir wieder ab. Augenblicklich lag ich nackt vor ihm, vom Kopf bis zu den Beinen.

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Author’s Note: The events of this story are fictitious and are not based on any specific real people. I’ve tried to do something a little different for once and build up the characters and story more than usual. So this chapter is a bit of a slow burn to start.

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My name is Noah. I’ve lived in Virginia my whole life. Not that my whole life is that long. I only just turned 19 last August, just before the start of my first semester at a local university. Well, I say local, but it’s a good half hour drive on a low-traffic day. My parents and I decided that it would be best if I got a dorm on campus.

I’m a total mommy’s boy, so it was hard adjusting to the loneliness at first. I had one roommate, naturally, but he turned out to a be bit of a weirdo. Although the major issue was that he was a dickish weirdo. Luckily, he up and disappeared after the fall semester. I don’t know if he is still going to this university or if he transferred or dropped out. We never got close enough to get to the point of keeping any tabs on each other.

I had a small hope at the start of this spring semester that I’d have the whole place to myself. But then another guy got put with me. His name’s Michael and he’s a black dude who is two years older than me.

I don’t want you to think I’m a racist for pointing out he’s black. It wasn’t really something I expected though. For context, I’m a shrimpy little white boy who went to a high school with probably a max of 50 kids who weren’t also white. I stopped growing at 5’7”, I currently weigh about 130 pounds, and I’m basically the textbook definition of a baby-faced twink. I was more afraid of doing something to offend Michael than afraid of him doing something to me like beating me up or stealing my stuff since I’ve barely ever talked to a black person before.

My parents nearly had a panic attack when I let it slip in casual conversation. My dad didn’t say anything, but I usually get the feeling he’s got some secret prejudices even though he doesn’t usually say anything outwardly to people. My mom was scared until I managed to convince her that Michael hadn’t tried to get me to do drugs with him. It was hard to keep a straight face while thinking about the fact that I had already tried marijuana a few times back in high school. The talk was a lot easier than when I came out as gay back in senior year. When that happened, my dad just nodded and scratched his beard thoughtfully without saying anything, but my mom fainted over the couch.

Anyway, enough about my loveable yet somewhat ignorant parents. The more important point is that Michael turned out to be a lot cooler than my first roommate, although it wasn’t exactly a high bar for him to pass honestly. He likes to tease me and make fun of me a lot but it’s always in the way that you can tell he just likes giving people shit in a playful way instead of trying to tear people down. I guess he took a couple years off after high school to support his family by working. Now he’s at university to study electrical engineering or some such thing while still working. I wish I could work a job during the semester too but I’m a lazy couch potato.

Anyway, we’re opposites of each other in several ways. I want to go to medical school, he wants to be an electrician or engineer or something. He’s pretty tall at 5’11” compared to me at least. We’re both pretty fit, although in different ways. I used to do soccer back in grade school but now I mostly just run and swim casually. I don’t think he’s played any sports but he really likes to go to the gym and lift weights. He even has a bunch of dumbbells in his room. As a result, his arms and chest look pretty defined whereas I’m mostly just lean. We’re both big video game players and we’ve been bonding a lot over a bunch of console games, most recently the new Smash Bros where we’re both evenly matched.

He’s a big party guy, and I’m more of a shy guy who just likes to hang out with a few friends. Michael invited me to a handful of parties after the first few weeks of getting to know each other, but I kept turning him down. Now I’m too anxious to ask to go with him again. He always tells me the stories of hilarious events that seem to go down at every party he goes too. He’s a really great storyteller and he his comedic bursa escort timing and impressions are spot-on. I always love listening to Michael talk about what he’s been up to or about the stuff he’s learning about, since he always seems really excited and I like seeing him smile. And I love it when he walks around the dorm now and then with his shirt off…

Wow. Listen to me I’m like a middle school girl. Yeah it might be pretty obvious by this point, but my roommate is really fucking hot and I might have something of a crush on him. The only problem is the last and most important opposite quality of us both: I’m gay but he’s straight…

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Yep. Why are all the hot guys always straight? Or at least all my crushes have always turned out to be straight in the past. At least with Michael it came out early on before I had even started thinking about him like that. I figure it’s smart to let your roommates know you’re gay or bi or trans or whatever really quick so you can find out if they have a problem with it so you can try to find a different roommate. Roommate

never said anything homophobic to my face but I could tell it bothered him. Michael didn’t even blink when I asked if it would be a problem. He just said, “Nah man that’s pretty chill” and then asked me if I had a boyfriend and then talked a bit about his girlfriend.

I met her once and she seemed alright. They broke up pretty soon into the semester and Michael didn’t really seem too miserable about it. Just bummed for a few weeks. At the moment, I’m pretty sure he’s still single but he comes back late at night and tells me about girls he’s been talking to or hooking up with. I don’t know if he’s a total player or if he’s stretching the truth sometimes. He’s certainly attractive enough for his success rate to be true.

I’ve never had a boyfriend, although I did kiss a guy once in high school. Of course, I only realized I was gay around the time of my junior year, so I haven’t had a lot of time to find a guy to date. Michael’s always asking me every couple of weeks if I started dating any hot guys and then when I tell him no he says something encouraging like “Ah man. You gotta catch those studs Noah.” The truth is I haven’t even really tried to find anyone so far at the university. I don’t really mind being single that much, and I have enough friends nearby to keep myself socially occupied.

Wow. You probably think I’m the kind of person who never shuts up, but face to face I’m really not this annoying and long-winded. Anyway, enough of my backstory. I’m not a superhero origin movie, so let’s skip ahead to the part you really care about, towards the end of my first spring semester…

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It was a Friday, my longest day with the most classes. I finished my last one around 2:45 and arrived back at our dorm for the last time that day. Michael was already there when I got home and eating some tacos. He gave me a little signal with his fingers that probably meant “sup” while he continued to chow down. I mimed stealing one of his tacos and then went to put my backpack away and grabbed some clothes before hopping in the shower.

Once clean, I did some obnoxious online homework for a while and then went to the common space where Michael was playing and then we played Smash Bros for a couple hours. Michael told me he was going to a party a mile or two away that night. He said he was probably going to get drunk and most likely wouldn’t be back until after midnight, but he’d try to be quiet when he got home. I just nodded and said “alright” like I usually do.

Michael’s party nights have become my porn and masturbation nights. Well, I’m skilled at staying quiet while just jerking off in my bedroom, but I do enjoy the chance to be a bit louder and to use some of my toys. Hopefully it doesn’t sound pathetic, but I’ve come to enjoy the routine. Half the fun is trying to find some porn or erotic stories that aren’t garbage so I can get off more easily.

Once Michael left, I ate dinner and then waited another half an hour to make sure there weren’t any sudden party cancellations or anything. Then I skipped to my room like an excited gay llama and turned on my monitor. I found a couple hot stories bursa eskort bayan that claimed to be real… Although I suspect the one about the 12-inch dick might have been fiction. They were enough to get my dick ready and alert in my shorts.

After I got bored of those, I went to Pornhub and watched a handful of videos before finding a few good ones. During my special nights, I like to tease my dick through my shorts for a while to build the anticipation and to get myself nice and horny. Sometimes I like to edge for a few hours by gently jerking off and then stopping for a bit.

I’m also happy to admit that I’m into some naughty kinks as well. Nothing that I would admit to my friends let alone my family, but it’s no big deal letting the internet know, right? Anyway, some people might find them tame, but my biggest turn-on is bondage. Not that dominatrix battle-axe brutal kind of bdsm porn, but the more gentle and softcore stuff really gets me going. Even though I’ve never had sex, I’m pretty sure I generally just like the idea of submitting to another man. At least that’s what always gets me off.

Even though Michael’s straight, that doesn’t mean I can’t jerk my dick from time to time while imagining the rest of his body. I try not to do it too often because it feels a little uncomfortable to jerk off over a straight guy that I consider a reasonably close friend as well, but sometimes horny little gay boys can’t help themselves, am I right?

And so, I finally settled on a long video of a hot black guy who reminded me a little of Michael having his way with a soft-looking white guy. Perfect. I’ve realized there’s something weirdly hot about two guys with different skin colors having sex after crushing on Michael. There’s something intensely erotic about the stark contrast in tone when bodies are touching.

Anyway, it had already been over an hour of reading and watching videos, so I finally got naked and hopped on the bed. I grabbed my lube and toys from underneath the bed before getting on my back so I could see the screen. I slowly lubed up my hole and then the toy. It was a vibrating dildo that was about 7 inches long with a flared base so I wouldn’t risk losing it. Not too terribly thick but enough to feel nice and full.

I blushed a little to myself as I drizzled the cold lube of the toy and stroked it a bit to get an even coating. Even just touching a toy that looked like a dick was keeping my dick throbbing like hot iron without me touching it.

Finally, I spread my legs a little and closed my eyes while touching the tip to my hole. It had been maybe a week since the last time I broke out a toy so I went carefully. With all the lube and my efforts to let the tension flow from my body it slotted inside without much trouble. My dick flexed uncontrollably as I steadily pushed the rest of the toy inside. Once I got it to bottom out a minute later, my cock leaked some precum onto my belly. I fucked myself with the toy a few times and then left it buried inside.

Really horny now, I quickly grabbed some fuzzy cuffs and wrapped them around my ankles and then attached the other ends to the bottom of the bed which forced my legs wide. All the while, the motions were pushing the toy deeper into my ass and against all my lovely pleasurable internal spots.

Breathing heavily, I laid back down and then attached another set of cuffs to the top of the bed. I turned on the vibrator, losing myself in the moaning and pleasure for a moment, and then carefully slid my wrists together through the cuff. It was a tight fit getting both into one, but it made things a bit easier. I knew I could get myself out of them without too much trouble, it usually only took a minute or two to slither free.

Feeling nice and bound, I focused back on the video where the cute guy was sucking the black guy’s dick on his knees. My dick splashed some more precum onto my stomach and I moaned quietly like a needy whore. Soon, the scene shifted to the black guy fucking the soft guy doggy style on a bed. They were going at it like they were actually enjoying it. I loved the close up from the front of the bottom’s face. Even though I was a virgin, I was pretty sure I was definitely more of a bottom than a top, just like I knew I wanted to be submissive.

I lost myself a bit in the moment, wondering if I would be able to cum from just the vibrator for once. Being tied up like this made me feel so turned on and hot. I closed my eyes and moaned softly while I pictured myself in the bottom’s place. It was a lovely little masturbatory fantasy up until my reverie was shattered.

“Noah? Oh fuck!”

My eyes sprang open and I looked fearfully towards the door where Michael was standing. His mouth was open a little although I couldn’t read his expression after the shock faded.

“What are you doing back already! You said you’d be gone until midnight!” I whined in panic as my dick continued to throb.

“Errr… This girl named Danielle drank a ridiculous amount and got into a fight. Shit was getting kind of crazy and it wasn’t that fun so I decided to leave… Errr… Is there someone else in our dorm by the way?”

I felt myself turning red and I wished I could die. I began tugging at the cuff binding my hands above my head.

“N-no I’m by myself! I’m really sorry I’ll get myself free.”

“Oh, you did this to yourself?” he asked in confusion. “How come?”

“Uhhh…” I said stupidly, trying to think of an explanation.

Michael stepped into the room and saw my computer screen. His face turned to shock again and then a bit of a smirk. Then he seemed to notice the vibrator still buzzing between my legs.

“Hmmm… I didn’t realize you were such a naughty little pervert Noah,” he said. I looked away from the screen, where the two were still fucking aggressively in doggy style and focused on getting my hands free.

“Please just go and let me curl up and die,” I groaned. How would I ever live this down? Michael didn’t move though.

“So, is this what you normally get up to when I go to parties? Getting off while imagining tough black guys fucking you?” he asked playfully.

“No! I mean, not every time! And I don’t think about that many black guys!” I protested.

“Oh? Which ones do you think about then?” he asked. I looked up nervously. He was eyeing me with a very penetrative stare, but he still had a small smile.

“Umm… There’s n-no one…” I said lamely. “I’m really sorry about this, I won’t go quite this far anymore do you want to help me get my wrists free really fast so we can forget about this?”

“Oh… Sure…” he said, still with the weird smile on his face. Did he see right through me?

“Um… Thanks Michael…” I said nervously. My heart was beating crazy fast as he walked over and reached over me. I had almost gotten my wrists free already but I stopped squirming once he touched the cuff with his hands. “Just loosen the strap and it will come apart,” I explained. “Michael?” I asked in panic.

He had loosened it a little bit, but then the cuff got even tighter. I looked up at Michael, but he was looking at the cuff. I saw him give the strap another tug and it went even tighter.

“Michael you’re doing it wrong!” I whined.

“No, I’m not. I’m just making sure this cute little gay boy can’t get away,” he said. I smelled a bit of beer on his warm breath. The fuck did he just say? The vibrator was still going and my dick twitched.

“M-Michael?” I asked in confusion.

“Let’s make a deal,” said Michael with a strange look on his face again. “If you weren’t getting off thinking about me, then say so and I’ll free your wrists. But if you were getting off thinking about me, then tell me that instead and your wrists will stay tied.”

What did he want with me? I decided honesty was the best policy in case he was mad at me. I closed my eyes and grit my teeth.

“O-okay I was thinking about you I’m sorry you’re just really sex-” I was cut off off by his hand clamping over my mouth. I opened my eyes, wondering if he was pissed off, and my eyes went as wide as donuts as I saw that his pants were down and his dick was as hard as mine and bouncing no more than two feet away from my face.

“I’ve thought you might have a thing for me for a while,” said Michael with a cocky smile again on his face. “I’ve never admitted this to anyone but my sister, but I’m actually bi… Normally I prefer women, but finding you all tied up like this, naked and getting off to that porn, well… How about we have some fun?” he asked with a wink while using his free hand to set his dick bouncing up and down a little in the air. I moaned lustfully from behind his hand and nodded eagerly. How on Earth could this be happening?

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This story is a part of a series, it will likely make more sense if read in order but can be enjoyed on its own. What you missed: Jasmine was punished by her non-binary lover Luka in their back yard for coming home blackout drunk the night before. While Jasmine was drunk she confessed to wanting to be punished brutally, being spanked and whipped on her ass, tits, and pussy. She also confessed to wanting others to watch and/or participate in her punishments.

At the end of her hand and belt punishment on a cement picnic bench Jasmine realized there were four men watching her punishment from Luka’s living-room. Luka helped her to remember that she had given this group of men her dripping wet panties, danced on top of their table flashing them her ass and cunt, then asked them to film her at the bar the night before.

Luka made a deal with them, the video in return for getting to help punish Jasmine. First a young man in a backwards baseball hat punished her ass, tits, and pussy with a flexible ruler while Luka and the other men watched. Then a man in a red shirt paddled her ass, spanked her tits and pussy with a wooden spoon, then worked together with Luka to tease her to madness with a vibrator while spanking her exposed clit with the spoon. Now it’s a third man’s turn to punish Jasmine for her slutty behavior.

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“Before we go any farther” said Luka “why don’t we take a bio break. Jasmine likely needs some water, I’ve got snacks and drinks in the kitchen, and there are two bathrooms down the hall. Jasmine, keep your hands clasped behind your back unless you are eating or drinking, and keep your legs spread if you are standing or sitting.”

“Yes Luka.” Said Jasmine. She was glad to have a break, she could use a quick wash of her tear streaked face and water really did sound good. Keeping her hands behind her back Jasmine walked into the house. Her pussy was pulsing with her heartbeat, her clit was engorged and poking out between her sopping pussy lips. She was halfway through her punishment. A joyful thrill ran straight from her clit to the center of her chest. This was everything she had always been too afraid to ask for or even talk about.

Jasmine drank deeply from her water bottle as she walked into a bathroom at the end of the hall. She washed her face with cold water, she caught her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Her jaw dropped open. Her tits were red and pink in patches, she turned to look at her ass, it too was red and pink all over. Still warm to the touch even after laying on the cement picnic table for that last torturous punishment. Her poor clit.

Spreading her legs and kicking one foot on top of the counter she examined her pussy. It was glistening with wetness, her outer lips were pink and red and puffy, her inner lips were darker and pushing out from between. Her clit was enormous and throbbing. For all the pain she was taking it certainly didn’t look as bad as it had felt. She gently pulled her inner pussy lips apart, spreading herself open. Here too she was a mottled pink from the ruler, hands, and belt that had spanked her here. Her tight hole was sore and aching with need.

Staring at herself in the mirror Jasmine began to trace her fingers over her tender body. She really, really needed to come. She wondered how fast she could get herself off. With all of the images of the day flaring in her mind and her clit so sensitive she thought she could probably do it in record time. Pinching one sore nipple with her left hand, her right gently slicked some of her wetness up and onto her throbbing clit. She bit her lip to keep from making any noise, oh god it felt so good. She circled her clit lightly, then harder circling again and again. She began to rock her hips into her hand and let out a low moan.

The door opened startling Jasmine. She quickly pulled her leg down and put her hands at her sides but it was too late. A young man with square frame glasses was standing in the doorway. An evil grin slid up his face and he yelled to the rest of the house “I’ve just caught Jasmine trying to get herself off!” Color blossomed up her chest. Should she try to deny it? Luka could always tell when she was lying. She dropped her gaze to the floor.

“You aren’t in position Jasmine” smirked the man Jasmine was calling “glasses” in her mind. She glanced up at him then clasped her hands behind her back and stepped her feet apart. He reached down and tapped his finger on her pulsing clit. She shivered and bit her lip as he pinched it lightly.

“Why don’t you come with me and we’ll see what needs to be done about this, yeah?” Glasses reached up and pinched one of her nipples, pulling her behind him.

Jasmine kept her hands clasped behind her head and hurried to keep up with her stinging nipple. Glasses dragged her into the living room then kicked her legs apart.

Luka and the men were sitting around on couches and chairs chatting. It seemed like some of the erections had faded in her absence. She saw a couple twitch though bursa merkez escort as she stood before them naked and in trouble.

Luka looked up at her and said “You just can’t help yourself can you? And right after your clit was punished. It obviously was not enough. I think we are going to need to add a punishment for this.”

Jasmine nodded at the floor while her heart raced in her chest. Fuck. “Yes Luka, I need to be punished for this.”

“For what Jasmine?”

“For touching myself” she said, face flaming.

“and what do you think that makes you, Jasmine?” asked Luka

“a greedy slut.” Jasmine said.

Luka nodded and looked her up and down, eyes snagging on her glistening red clit.

“Hmmmmm, what to do. You’ve still got two sets of fifty left, how are we going to punish you?”

Jasmines skin prickled, she couldn’t believe that knowing she still was to receive 100 strokes AND another punishment was getting her so turned on. Fuck, she didn’t know how deep her longing had been for this.

“What is a punishment that fits the crime? We could edge you again” her stomach dropped, oh no. Please not that. “We could punish that pussy of yours with more pain for being so very greedy. I could see how many orgasms I can get out of you before you beg me to stop. Mmm, what do you think boys?”

All the pants were tented again with twitching erections. “She wanted to come, I don’t think we should let her” said baseball hat.

“And we can still only use our hands?” Said red shirt to Luka. “Yes, hands only.” Luka replied.

“We could invite more of our friends over.” Said the fourth young man, he was short and stocky and had thick arms corded with muscle, Jasmine decided to call him “arms.”

“I think we should humiliate her, I think she needs to be taught a lesson and she likes the pain, look at how wet she is from getting spanked” Said glasses.

Luka hummed, eyes catching the wetness glistening between her legs, “You’re right, perhaps pussy inspections are in order.” Jasmine’s eyes flew to theirs.

When they were first dating, they had been joking around one night on a long drive and laughing, asking each-other more and more outlandish “would you still like me if…” questions. Would Luka still like Jasmine if she could only come while listening to the Spice Girls? Would Jasmine still like Luka if they yelled “pickles!” every-time they came? They egged each other on trying to be more and more outlandish.

They were both laughing hard when Jasmine had said, “would you still like me if I was into humiliating stuff like pussy inspections?”

Luka had been curious, “Tell me more, what does a pussy inspection entail?”

Jasmine’s stomach flipped, “it’s when someone closely inspects a woman’s pussy, for humiliation’s sake? She could be laid out on a coffee table presenting herself to a person or group of people, in wheelbarrow, or reverse wheelbarrow, over someone’s lap with her legs spread and pussy up. It could happen every time she gets home, at random times, or before bed, or before a… like, before a punishment or a spanking.”

“The inspector would look to see if she was wet, or if she was clean or tight, or, like, holding something inside her like she was told to, or thoroughly inspect her in front of other people to humiliate her.” Jasmine’s face was flaming, she hadn’t really thought before she’d spoken, had just spontaneously blurted it out, unconsciously hoping to gauge Luka’s reaction.

They had hummed thoughtfully and said “Yep, I’d still like you.” then asked Jasmine another silly question and they hadn’t talked about it since.

Now, standing before the group of men and Luka Jasmine’s belly flipped as Luka said “Let’s see. Why don’t we each take a turn giving our little slut a pussy inspection. We’ll each have three minutes to inspect her pussy inside and out, in whatever position you’d like. You can touch and explore and see how far she’ll stretch or how deep you can get, but don’t give her the pressure or friction her greedy little cunt wants.”

Jasmine’s body was covered in goosebumps; she couldn’t believe Luca had remembered that conversation and put it together; if she liked punishments, liked being spanked hard, in front of and by strangers, this was up her alley as well.

“And why don’t I give you your phones back while you are the inspector. You can each take three photos of her pussy, but the photos cannot have any identifying details. I will stand next to you and ensure they are appropriately anonymous and then I’ll take your phones back until it’s time to go. And please turn the shutter sound on guys, I want her to know when every single photo is taken.”

She couldn’t believe Luka was going to let the men take pictures of her pussy. She couldn’t believe she wanted the men to take pictures of her pussy. Her tender nipples stiffened at the thought that they could use the images to jerk off, or show them to their friends, or put them online.

Jasmine hadn’t realized Luka had bursa escort kızlar taken their phones, but this must have been one of the elements of the deal Luka had made to keep her safe. Surely one of them would have tried to photograph or record her while Luka had been punishing her otherwise.

“Jasmine, why don’t you give our guests some examples of pussy inspection positions?”

Jasmines coughed, feeling her nakedness, her hands clasped behind her head, legs apart, and her tits pushed out. “Um well there’s…”

“No Jasmine, show them. Show us the examples and use this fellow who found you as your inspector if you need to, I know some positions are on top of the inspector.” Glasses lit up as Luka clapped his shoulder.

Jasmine walked to the coffee table. She sat down on top of it, glad that it was sturdy, then laid back. She spread her legs wide, looping her hands behind her knees and pulling them up and out. Baseball hat sat right next to the end of the coffee table and she watched his eyes as they stayed glued to her cunt. She felt her pussy lips slowly pull apart.

“Another, Jasmine.” Luka said. Jasmine stood and turned away from the group, spreading her legs wide and bending deeply so she touched the floor, just like she had been for baseball hat’s punishment.

“Show us another, we want options.” Jasmine shuddered and gulped. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her emotions were warring inside her, her arousal flipping back and forth with shame and humiliation. She stood up and walked over to glasses and slowly sat down straddling his lap, her back to him. She tipped forward and reached to the floor, keeping her thighs on top of glasses’ lap and held herself up on her forearms. She tucked her toes behind glasses’ lower back and pushed her pussy up. She held herself there, waiting for more instructions. Knowing she must look depraved. She felt something twitch under her mound, oh god, glasses’ cock.

Finally Luka said “another” Jasmine breathed deep then pushed herself up with her arms and Glasses reached for her ribs and helped pull her upright, his fingers brushing the underside of her tits.

She stood and turned to face glasses before straddling him again. This time she grabbed Glasses’ arms and said “please help me back.” Glasses extended his arms forward, helping Jasmine to lean back between his legs until the top of her head rested on the floor, then she used her hands to steady herself. “Push yourself up a little with your arms Jasmine, and spread your knees down to the couch cushions if you can.” Luka said.

Jasmine’s body was splayed open on glasses lap, the top of her head brushed the floor and she had to use her hands on either side of her head to push on the ground to keep herself up. Her back was arched and her tits spilled down towards her face. Glasses had her pussy open wide on his lap. He wrapped his hands around her hips and she felt another hard twitch under her ass. Her eyes met red shirts as he sat across from her and shame washed over her. She liked this, she liked them staring at her. She liked knowing they would touch her. She didn’t know if she was more ashamed of being in this position, or liking it.

“Any more Jasmine?” Luka asked

“I don’t know any more, Luka.”

“Ok” they said clapping their hands. “Don’t limit yourselves to these positions if you have other ideas. You found her, so why don’t you go first?” Luka said to glasses. “You tell her where you want her and I’ll retrieve your phone then start my timer.”

Jasmine held still, spread wide on glasses’ lap. With Luka away he pushed her hips down harder and ground his cock up against her ass. She felt it’s hard length beneath her. “You are going to stay right here” he said.

Luka returned with a phone and handed it to glasses. They, and the rest of the men, gathered behind the small couch so they could all watch her first inspection.

“Your time starts… now” said Luka. Jasmine couldn’t see anything so she jumped when glasses ran his hands lightly through her small bush of pubic hair.

He ran his fingers lightly down and over the outer lips of her pussy. “Look how puffy she is” he said as he pressed his fingers against her sore lips. “Look at these too, her inner lips are all dark and sticking out” the guys laughed as he trailed some fingers up and down her outer lips until they parted and then he pulled them sharply towards him. “She’s fucking sloppy wet.” indeed, her inner lips were slick and slippery.

Glasses pulled her wide apart with his thumbs, and said “look at her little hole, are you tight Jasmine?” Jasmine didn’t answer, she was burning with shame. Having them look and touch her was humiliating, but hearing the commentary about her most private area felt so much worse.

He said “I’ll check later. But let’s see, does getting spanked turn you on Jasmine? Did you like it when you got the belt on your wide open pussy? Did you like it when you realized we’d seen you all spread open and begging for it? What about the ruler? The wooden spoon on your clit?” Jasmine’s pussy flexed and twitched as the memories washed over her and the men all laughed.

Shame washed over her as glasses said “looks like you like it to me. Your little cunt hole is giving you away. Oh, look guys, look how wet she’s getting from this, it’s practically pouring out of her. “

He flicked her clit making her jump. Then pushed its little hood back as far as he could. He licked his finger then tapped it roughly on her little hard nub shooting waves of sensation up her body, making her squirm and wiggle. He spread her pussy open again and spit directly onto her open cunt. The men laughed again.

He dipped a long finger into her slowly, and she felt herself squeeze around him, trembling. “Yeah, she’s tight, I wonder how much I could fit into this tight little cunt?” He slowly pulled his finger out and then pressed in again with two fingers. Halfway in he spread his fingers apart, stretching her sore entrance and making her desperate to buck. He pulled them out slowly then dipped two fingers of the other hand in, stretched, then pulled out slowly. Jasmine was panting and shaking with the effort to not react by humping his fingers.

He pushed the tips of all four fingers into her twitching hole slowly. She bit her lip and moaned. He stoped at his second knuckle and spread his fingers as far apart as he could, pulling his hands apart from each-other. Her breath hitched and she let out a shuddering moan, just barely catching herself from writhing and bucking onto his hands.

He continued to stretch her opening, rotating his fingers around her entrance before spreading his fingers and pulling her open. She was unable to keep herself from making gasping little noises at every stretch of her tender cunt.

He removed his hands and Jasmine felt him spread her pussy lips apart again with one hand and heard the click of the camera app. He had taken a picture of her like this. He let her lips go then suddenly shoved three fingers into her cunt without warning, pushing in as deeply as he could. She couldn’t help but buck her hips and try to ride his fingers this time. She heard the snap of another picture as she thrust her pussy up to meet him, then he pulled out suddenly and slapped her pussy hard. “I don’t think so” he said.

He played gently around her opening with a single finger, she tried desperately not to buck or angle up onto his finger again. He dipped one long finger slowly into her cunt again, pulled it out slower still, then traced it up to her clit. Rubbing it with her wetness like she had done in the bathroom. Not moving or moaning was taking every shred of her concentration. Her legs shook with the strain. He pinched her clit hard and pulled on it making her gasp. Pulling her hood back again she heard the camera click for the third time. With another pinch to her clit Luka’s timer went off.

Luka reached over the couch, grabbing her hands to help her up and glasses pulled her pussy lips open with his thumbs right before she sat up so the inside of her lips dragged against his cock and jeans, her tender clit rubbing against the hard fabric as he pushed her hips down. She thought he must be twitching his cock on purpose as she felt it move again and again beneath her cunt, then as she stood she saw the wet patch she had left behind.

“You’re up” said Luka to arms as Jasmine stood and got back into waiting position. Luka grabbed glasses phone and went to trade it out.

Arms went to sit on a low armchair and said “come stand over my legs.” Jasmine walked over to him and had to spread her legs wide to straddle over his man-spread. Her hands were still tucked behind her head and she could feel his breath on her lower belly and mound.

Once Luka handed him his phone and everyone had gathered around the chair, Luka started the timer and arms pressed his hands into her soft inner thighs, thumbs framing her pussy and pushed lightly saying “I think you need a workout, back up half a step and squat, keep your feet this wide.”

Jasmine inched back and dropped into a squat. It was difficult with her legs spread so wide and arms behind her head. Arms leaned forward and said “stay in this position.” Then he grabbed her open pussy roughly. He squeezed her sore pussy tight in his hand as the burn began in her legs and core. She’s nice and soft, squishy” he said.

He stretched, pulled at, and flicked her inner pussy lips “haha, look at her dark lips jiggle guys.” he said

He flicked her clit hard several times making her gasp and shudder. “Her clit can really take it.”

He rubbed his rough hand up and down her center pushing hard, almost causing her to lose her balance. Her wetness coated his palm and she closed her eyes to keep from pressing into his slick hand. “She’s fucking sloppy guys, dripping, look it’s running down the inside of her thighs.” Her legs were trembling now. he gave her a quick clap to her pussy and pulled his hand away.

He brought the fingers of his hand together lightly tickling her lips and clit. Her breathing was staggered between the strain of holding the squat and the sensations on her clit. the pain became too much in her legs and core and she stood up, not being able to stay squatting any longer.

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