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I was 18 when I went by train to visit my brother who was away in college. It was a trip of many firsts for me. It was the first time I got drunk. I was the first time I got stoned. It was the first time I threw up until my stomach was empty. It was also the first time I explored my sexuality and discovered my sensuality, desire, and the nature of erotica.

I was on the train heading home. It was late afternoon so I went to the observation car to watch the sunset beyond the mountains. I was still a virgin and my thoughts were swimming in thoughts of girls, sex, and intimacy. I lamented over a girl at school who I desperately wanted. I wanted to pleasure her and make her feel like a queen. I wanted to make her feel special, and, in return, feel a sense of worth I desperately lacked.

He sat next to me. It made me a little uncomfortable, since there were many open seats in the car. I did not look at him until he spoke.

“Hi”

“Hello” I return.

“Beautiful day, huh?”

“Yes. I like the way the black mountains contrast with the crimson sky.”

“It would make a nice painting.”

“uh huh.”

“My name is Robert.”

“Greg.” I shake his hand.

We chatted for a bit about were we come from and where we were going. I became more comfortable with him as the conversation continued. He offered me to join him at dinner and I accepted. I returned to my coach seat and read a little before the first seating.

I found him in the dining car. Already, a glass of wine was before him. I sat down and looked out the window. The landscape is cloaked in darkness. The lights of the dining car drown out stars so there is nothing to see. We talk and talk. He owns a bar in Denver. He is full of stories. I find myself really drawn to him.

Maybe it is his lively blue eyes. They twinkle in the lights of the car. He has a strong jaw and a full well manicured mustache. He is well built. I find his hands strangely attractive. They are large, strong, and like is mustache, well cared for. I guess his age to be in the early 40s. I find myself gazing at him like a star struck teenybopper. I am enthralled with the wisdom and mystery that comes with age.

Even more odd, I am untroubled by my feelings. Perhaps it is his warm smile and easy laugh. The conversation flows well past dessert. My full cup of coffee has grown cold.

“So are you in coach?” I ask.

“Nope. I have a sleeper car.”

“Are they nice?”

“A little small, but sure beats sleeping in coach.”

“Yeah, I bet it does. I remember the restless sleep I got on the way to see my brother. Can I see your room?”

“Of course” he smiles.

He pays for both our dinners and I thank him. We walk towards the engine where the sleeper cars are located. Three cars later we arrive at his room. It is at the end of the car. He opens the door and turns on the light. He lets me enter before him.

The room is small, but nice. To my left is a single bed. In front are a big window and a small table that folds in to the wall for more space. There is a vase with fresh flowers and 2 bottles of complimentary champagne on ice. Next to the table is a chair. There is a bathroom to my right. The bathroom is also a shower with a handheld sprayer attached next to the toilette.

I notice the room is well insulated. The rhythmic ka-chunk of the tracks is muted to a pleasant muffle. He shuts the door behind him and stands behind me. I turn and shut off the lights.

“That’s better. I can see the stars with out the light on.”

I feel his hand, strong, warm, and confident on my shoulder. I feel goose bumps all over my body. His hand reaches my other shoulder. He rubs me. I melt in to his touch. I feel his breath on my neck. He kisses me. I shudder. His masculine moustache tickles my virgin skin. His hands smooth over my body as he hugs me from behind. One hand leaves me as he turns to lock the door.

I feel electric. His hands return to explore me. I feel the blood rush to my penis. I loose myself in the caress of this older man. He is so confident and gentle. He is gentle in a way that only amplifies the power in his strong body. I imagine what he could do to me…what he will do to me.

I am so inexperienced. I can only stand submissively as he explores me. He untucks my shirt and pulls it over my head. His wonderful hands touch my skin. I moan his name. He kisses my neck again and my body is consumed in the sensation. I lean my head against his shoulder as he ravishes me.

His hands slide up my flat stomach to my hard nipples. He pinches them between is fingers.

“Wow!”

I feel his warm breath on my saliva cooled skin escape in a chuckle. He is so experienced. He is magical. He is beautiful. Our age difference separates us not only in time, but also in self-knowledge. He may have made love to hundred men for all I know, but this is my first time. I let him guide me deep in to my first sexual experience. He is such a gentle and sensual man. I feel no reservations. I drink in the moment.

He üsküdar escort moves from me. My body craves his attention. I feel disappointed but I do not voice it. I am in a strange land, experiencing wonderful foreign things and I fear speaking will transport me back to the dull world I left when I entered his cabin.

“Champagne?” He asks as he opens one of the bottles. He flashes me a wonderful smile. I adore him.

“Sure.” I absently answer. I am still reveling in living dream.

“You OK?” he chuckles.

“I have never been more alive, or erect” I smile back.

He laughs and hands me my glass.

“What shall we toast?”

“How about new horizons?” I offer.

“To new horizons”

Our glasses clink. The train rolls on. The stars light the room gently. He takes my glass from my hand and sets it on the table with his. Grabbing my waist he pulls me to him. His cologne is an aphrodisiac. We kiss my first passionate kiss. His mustache feels so masculine against my upper lip. His hot tongue enters my mouth. I taste champagne. I sigh and feel my body and my soul melt in to him. Our tongues slowly slide and circle each other.

Never did I imagine passion could be so deep. I thought kissing was for the benefit of the girl, as a prelude to getting in to her pants. I realize I am the girl. I was not lamenting to have that girl. I wanted to be her. I want to be sexy and inspire the lust of my lover. It was not me making love to her, but my dream lover taking me. It is me that is being aroused by my masculine lover. And I am not making her wet…I am making him hard.

“Wow!” I breathe after our embrace.

He laughs again. I feel so delightfully overwhelmed. I know I am his plaything. He is toying with me. I am OK with that. I want this to last as long as it can. He hands me my glass. We drain our glasses and he opens the other bottle.

He runs his hands over my chest. My nipples are on fire. I feel the wetness of my precum saturating my shorts. He takes my nipple in to his warm mouth. I gasp.

“Oh God!”

He sucks, licks, and nibbles my nipples.

“You are going to make me cum if you keep doing that!”

“Actually, I better take care of the first so you can enjoy this”

I don’t know what he means. He unbuckles my belt, unbuttons and unzips my pants, and pulls them down to my knees. My aching cock looks so big and angry. The head is a rich and dark purple. It glistens with my clear lustful oozings. He engulfs me in his mouth. I am over stimulated. I can’t breathe. His muscular tongue, warm mouth, sucking, and slurping sound, all combine and assault my senses. I look down and am amazed and excited at the vision of my handsome lover sucking my dick. It is so fucking hot. I can’t contain myself.

“Ahhh!” I scream as my seed pumps in to his wonderful mouth. My legs weaken. My breath is ragged. My body tingles and shivers. I cum and cum. I feel like I am exhaling a long held stale breath of stagnant air and sucking in pure sensual joy. It feels incredible to cum in this beautiful man’s mouth. He drinks my semen in to his beautiful body.

When my orgasm fades he stands before me. He admires my body. MY body. I can’t believe he is enjoying my body. I have never considered myself sexy. Here in my new world I am a sexual creature that inspires desires and lustful looks. In this world, age gives way to intimacy expressed in a sensual bond between lovers.

“Undress”

I take my clothes off. In gym glass I was always shy and hated undressing in front of the other boys. But here…here with Robert…I want to be naked for him. I want to pleasure him.

My skin is pale white in the starlit room. My penis is again erect, but the urgency to cum has been replaced by a desire to feel and be felt.

Warm strong hands are around my narrow waist. My arms wrap around his neck. We kiss like lovers lost in our time. My hands drift to his chest. I pull his shirt off.

“Oh Robert!” I exclaim as his muscled body is exposed for my delight. Dark hair compliments is hard body. He pulls me to his hairy chest. My nipples and skin drink in the feel of his warm skin and hair. He kisses my neck. My hands run up his strong back. So strong…

He breaks our embrace. He pulls off his pants as I down my drink. I am feeling quite giddy. Is it from the wine or the sex? His penis shows proud in the dim cabin. He is erect. “I did that,” I say to myself. His penis is long and thick. He wears it well. He stands with his hands on his hips like a god. I kneel before him.

I cup his large testicles in my hand. They are hot and heavy. I kiss the large mushroom shaped penis head. I never thought a penis could be beautiful. Now I am here worshiping his member. I make love to it. I lick the length of his shaft. I feel the thick veins with my tongue. I smell the musty man scent mixed with his cologne. I feel his cock with my lips and hands. I let it slide across my face as I lick and suck his swollen gaziemir escort balls.

He moans for me. His pleasure vocalized inspires me. I take him gently in to my mouth. I let it fill me. Relaxing, his beauty slides deep in to my throat. I should have gagged. I did not. He is breathing heavy.

I am actually pleasuring this man. I am having sex with a man! My mouth is full of cock! My mind is peppered with similar thoughts as my mouth is salted with his precum. It is nectar to me. I am full of wonder over how I can use my body to pleasure him. I use my hands to pull on his balls in the same way I do when I jack off. I pull him deeper in to my throat by squeezing his firm buns and pulling him in to me. I consume him as he consumes me. My nose nestles in to his dark pubic hair. I close my eyes and just feel him. His cock is my world. I am eager to explore.

He pulls me up from my knees. He kisses me. Can I ever grow tired of his kisses? Our hard cocks meet. We rub against each other. His penis is slick with my saliva. His hands grope and rub and massage my young body. My virgin skin is so sensitive to his touch. I am his and, I realize with pride, he is mine. He turns me around to face the window.

“The moon is out”

I look at the bright moon. The mountains and the pines are black. Where they meet, the starlit sky it looks like raggedly torn paper. It is as if the sky were torn to reveal the infinite darkness behind it. The moon lights our bodies. It is a lover’s light. The soft glow is perfect for my introduction in to sex and sensuality. Even if this were to end now, I will never be the same.

He hugs me from behind. His hands are on my waist. His lips are on my neck. His hard, hot, beautiful penis is between my ass cheeks. I am in heaven. He dry humps my ass. His penis slides between my cheeks. I moan and lean my head back to rest on his shoulder. I want him to fuck me.

I feel his hands trail down my back as he kneels at my ass. His confident hands part my tight cheeks. I feel his hot breath as I hold my own in anticipation. His tongue slides down my crack. I shiver in a small seizure of pleasure. All these new feelings felt in one glorious evening rock my world. I had no idea. I thought I knew fantasy. Robert is taking me places of which I never dreamed.

His tongue on my anus is amazing. I fantasized about licking that girl’s pussy and making her shiver and cum. Now it is my lover and my virgin ass assuming the roles. And it is better than any dream. His tongue delves in to me. In to my ass. In to my pussy. I give him my hole.

“Oh Robert!” I moan as I grip the table for stability. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feeling of his wet strong tongue bathing my puckered hole. He makes love to it. He kisses it as he kissed my mouth. It is so beautiful. I feel my eyes water in joy.

“Robert?”

“Yes.”

“I want you inside me.”

He pauses. “You sure?”

“Yes. I want to use my body to pleasure you.”

“You already are.”

“I need to feel you inside me.”

He pulls his bag out from under the bed. My heart is racing. Will it hurt? His penis is so big. What if I don’t like it? He pulls out a bottle of clear lubricant and a condom. He rolls the condom on to his big cock. He gets on his knees. I hear him squirt lubricant from the bottle. A warm hand grabs my left cheek and massages it. I close my eyes.

“Relax.”

I feel the cool lubricant being rubbed between my cheeks. He lubricates my entire crack. Then I feel pressure. I exhale and relax. His finger enters me. I like it. He slowly twists and hooks his digit in me. I surrender to his expertise. I trust him.

There is more pressure and a little discomfort as he inserts another finger. I adjust quickly. So strange. It feels so strange and erotic to have something foreign enter my ass. Will the wonders never cease? The gushy noises and the anal sensations both raise my arousal. My heart is still racing, but not from fear. It is racing with the thought of having this sexy man fuck me. He will fuck me and cum because I feel good to him.

The third or forth finger enters more smoothly. I feel like a puppet and at the same time like a lover. He wipes his hand on a towel I do not remember him grabbing. I start to move.

Stay right there. His hands run up my flat tummy and pinch my nipples again. I realize that my nipples are very sensitive. Robert has helped me find an erogenous zone before unknown to me. I am moaning like the virgin I am. His condom covered cock rubs up and down my lubricated crack. It feels so good. It feels so good to have a beautiful man desire me. His dick is so hard and long. It feels longer than my crack.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and leans me forward. I put my hands on the glass and spread my legs. God I feel sexy! Here I am submitting my body to him. I am begging him to take me with my actions. I am breathing so heavy.

I feel pressure again. He keeps constant pressure as sancaktepe escort my anus yields to his hardness. I relax and breathe. I coax him in to me with my mind.

He is in. I grit my teeth from the pain. My asshole is on fire. He does not move. The fire dies. The realization hits. There is a big cock in your butt! Robert’s dick is in your ass!

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah. It hurt for a moment there.”

“I thought it would. I just put the head in for now.”

I look to my right and discover there is a mirror. I see a muscular fucking hot forty-year-old man that has the tip of his big dick in the ass of a 18-year-old boy. The boy has his long slender legs spread to accommodate his lover. His round cheeks glow in the moonlight. His hands are pressed against the glass of the window. His eyes glow with lustful passion. His hard penis is erect to a 45-degree angle.

I almost came. It was if I saw myself for the first time. It is the first time I have looked at myself and thought I was sexy.

The pain is gone and I can feel the thickness of his cock. I imagine the large mushroomed head of cock in my ass. I need more. I push off from the glass and take more of him in to my body. The more I am filled, the more I am fulfilled. He lets me work his cock with my body. I feel so sexy. I begin to sway my hips so I can feel him in new places. I take more and more of him in to me. I keep checking the mirror to find out how deep he is. I have a ways to go!

My anus is sending pleasure through out my body. Other than the feeling of being filled, I do not feel much past my hole. Then I go for it and engulf his whole cock in my body.

“Wow!” we say in unison. I definitely feel something deep with in me and it feels GOOD! It is like jacking off on the inside. His long thick cock is rubbing something inside my body. I look in the mirror. He is in. His warm body is against my cheeks.

He takes my hips and begins to slide out of me. My anus sings. He pushes all the way in.

“Ha!”

He hit the spot again. Slowly out and slowly in he works my hole. I groan every time he hits my magic place. I am in ecstasy. What more can I offer this sexy man other than my ass for his pleasure? The gushy slurping noises are too hot. The vision of his muscular body sliding his big dick in an out of me in the mirror is driving me crazy. I almost feel detached…as if I could never be a part of something so beautiful. But I am. Robert has made me part of this beautiful vision.

His muscles ripple as he makes love to me. He notices when I moan and finds my place. He works it with savage jabs. My cock has drooled a long thread of precum. I am lost in wonder. How can a dick in my ass feel so good?

Tingley warmth spreads through my body. My balls tighten.

“Robert?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Look in the mirror.”

He looks as I shoot a long rope of thick semen on to the table.

“Oh Honey” he moans and starts really fucking me hard. I want to tell him I love him, but my orgasm takes over my body and I am left chanting “Oh, Oh, Oh!” as my penis spurts cum and my body is rocked my his violent thrusts. His cock conducts the orchestra of my orgasm as chords of thick semen spew from my body.

He stops pumping as my orgasm fades.

“That was beautiful”

I can only nod as I try to catch my breath.

His hands caress my body. I am so sensitive. His touch is electric and makes me shake. He pulls out from my ass and removes his condom. I am momentarily disappointed because I wanted to make him cum. But I realize there is nothing preventing me from doing so.

“That was the most exciting thing I have every done. I have never felt such an orgasm.”

“I have never seen someone cum so much!” he chuckles as he looks at the mess I made of the table.

I kiss him. I take his cock in my hand and squeeze it. How can something so firm, be so soft?

“What am I going to do with this? Such a nasty swelling! I will have to drain it.” I smile.

I grab the bottle of lubricant and squirt some in to my hand. I coat his penis. It shines in the moonlight like a knight’s sword. I jack him off with both hands. I feel him with my fingers and palms. I gently twist the great knob of his cock head.

He sits down on the armless chair. I kneel and continue pleasuring him. I tickle him with my fingers. I massage his balls. I jack him. I tend to his wonderful cock, as a lover should. His pleasure is mine.

His moans are deep and soulful. I tell him that I love him with my hands. I admire his muscled body. God he is beautiful! I grow hard again.

I straddle him. He looks me in the eye “I should wear a condom.”

“I want your seed in my body”

His eyes grow soft and appear to water. I guide his penis in to my body. He slides in smoothly. I am filled again with my lover’s penis. I grab the towel from the table and wipe my hands. He is still looking at me in awe. I ride him long and smooth.

“You feel so good” he says shaking his head

“You feel wonderful. You fill me like nothing ever has”

His hands cup and massage my firm cheeks. I run my fingers through his dark hair. I caress his chest while I ride his hardness. I feel him deep in my body. I pinch his nipples and he moans. We kiss. His tongue penetrates my mouth, as does his cock. I am filled with him in every hole I can offer.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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*Sorry for the delay in posting this next chapter — I had actually intended to skip straight past this in-between part of the story to the excitement ahead, but I had so many comments and messages from readers with ideas I liked so much that I that I decided to write in this extra chapter. I hope this adds to the story rather than taking anything away- even though it is a bit slow I got the impression that I needed to fill in more of their relationship. Massive thank yous to everyone who helped along the way!* Chapter 5:

June 2009:

Keith:

“I think I forgot to tell you last week.” I said as John and I ate a late supper of peanut butter on toast. I was in pyjamas but John was going to be heading home so he’d put his clothes back on. It made me realise I had no idea what he even wore to bed at home. Which in turn made me very, very curious… “I’m going back to the city for a week for my sister’s birthday.”

“Yeah, I know.” John said placidly. “Saw on your calendar.”

“Oh, right.” I said. “Well. If you wanted…” I began slowly. He didn’t look up. I chickened out. “You probably can’t get the time off.” I finished instead.

“Not at the moment, no.” He answered, still looking at his food and not at me.

Shouldn’t have even hinted at it.

I nodded. “Anyway.” I decided to keep talking as if I’d never said anything about it, as if that moment had never happened. “I’ll probably head up on Monday and stay the week. Em’s birthday’s Wednesday and then she’s been bugging me to meet this friend of hers who’s in publishing, so I think she’s arranged that too. And my mum will probably grill me for not having been home for so long and tie me to a chair to keep me home for a while… but anyway.”

“When did you last see them?” John asked, finally glancing at me.

“Um. I saw them in late March at a family friend’s party. I know. It’s remiss of me, right? I mean, they only live a few hours’ drive away, at the most, and I still haven’t even gone to visit even once since I left the city…”

“Keith.” John interrupted me and shot me a smile. “My parents live fifteen minutes drive away and I see them probably once a year.”

“Oh.” I said meekly. “Oh, I’m…” I forced myself to stop talking.

A smile quirked the edge of John’s mouth. “I don’t see my brothers much either.” He said with a shrug. “Me and Sarah… we still speak to our brothers, and I think she’d like everyone to get along, but I can’t see that happening.”

“Why?” I found myself asking before I could stop myself. This was the first time he’d brought his family up at all.

John raised his eyebrows and leant back in his chair. “Because I find them offensive.”

Wow. I didn’t know what to say to that. Did I dare ask what he meant? Since he wasn’t out, then I had a fair idea…

John was looking away.

“Gordon’s going to run training while I’m away.” I went on, just for something to say.

“Yeah.” John said, suddenly giving me a suspicious look. “About that.”

“What?” I asked. Did he want me to have asked him to run it? I’d just assumed he was more of an Aussie Rules or rugby sort of guy.

“You know Joel’s underage, right?”

I stopped breathing for a moment. “Excuse me?” I stared at him, about to get up and maybe leave the room so I didn’t hit him or yell…

Joel and I had started running in the mornings. I wasn’t much of a runner anymore, but the town pool shut over winter and there was no gym so it had been my only choice. And I’d bumped into Joel down at the oval, and we’d been training together ever since his dad had given him permission to rejoin the team.

I had been there for that boy when his dad had freaked, I was happy to help him and not because I wanted him back on the team. I liked that boy. He was shy and self-effacing, but he had potential. And now John was going to question me over my intentions?

Then I noticed the smile he was trying to hide.

“You shit!” I told him.

John just laughed.

John:

My house was empty.

Strange that I’d never noticed before. I guess it had never mattered. Not when I always got home from work, cleaned up, changed, and headed over to Keith’s. Not when I spent most of my free time over at his place.

Not that it mattered now, either… but I couldn’t help comparing it to Keith’s house. Keith’s home.

There, there was life and activity and colour, always something cooking and Keith playing music or sitting writing or repainting the hallway.

It hit me hard, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

It wasn’t Keith’s home I liked. It was him.

No wonder my house felt so empty.

I wandered into the kitchen and looked at my phone on the wall. I could call him.

No. I turned away and went back to the lounge room. I couldn’t call him. Not when he hadn’t even been gone overnight yet. I was not that needy person. I did not need to tell him anything or to speak to him and I certainly didn’t need to bahçelievler escort hear his voice. This was all just rubbish.

My mobile beeped somewhere and I ran to find it and check… not Keith. And had I just run to check a text message on the chance it was him?

He was probably in the middle of a family dinner. He wasn’t even thinking about me. He wasn’t going to have a problem being away for a week and neither was I.

I glared at my phone. There was no reason to call him.

I did not need to call him.

I was not going to call him.

Keith:

My phone started ringing while we were having coffee. I snuck a look at the screen, quite prepared to ignore it.

John’s name flashed up on the screen.

I stood up quickly. “I have to take this,” I apologised to Em and mum and dad. “I’ll be quick! Sorry…” I answered the phone but I didn’t speak until I’d shut the door behind me.

“Hey, you.” I said. I was grinning like an idiot.

“Hey.” John replied, his voice soft.

“How was your day?”

“Pretty normal.” He was smiling now, I could hear it. “No weepy drunks to contend with, anyway.”

“Shut up.” I told him with a laugh and flopped onto the couch. My knees were hooked over the arm and I lay looking at the ceiling.

“How was the drive? No trouble.”

“It was fine. There are some freaking enormous trucks out there, though. I was afraid for my life at one point.”

John laughed softly. “You take down their number plates? I’ll check them out.”

“I didn’t even think of that!” I teased back.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” John asked after a moment of silence. There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

“No!” I said quickly. “We were just having coffee. Babe, you can call me anytime.” I drew a breath, threw caution to the wind. “I was really glad you called.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I smiled to myself. I hadn’t expected a call tonight. Maybe in a couple of days time, but not tonight.

“You’ve had a good day?”

“Yeah, just hanging out. I’ve been stealing recipes from mum and Em’s pleased as punch to see me. We finished eating and were having coffees.”

“So… do they know…” John stopped. He didn’t need to finish. I knew what he was going to say.

“No. I can tell them it was someone in town who promised to read my draft.”

There was a silence and I sighed. I hoped he didn’t hear. What was the big deal, though? My family didn’t know anyone in town, and I had an excuse ready for him. I bit my tongue and said nothing.

“Promise?” John finally asked.

“What?” Hadn’t I just said I’d tell them that?

“Well, you wouldn’t let me read it before.”

“Oh.” Oh. That was… unexpected… Not about my family knowing after all. Although he had asked the question… I didn’t know what to think. I pushed my concern aside and tried to formulate an answer. “No, you can read it. You want to? Really? I mean, it’s second rate, it really is. It still needs a lot of work.”

“You’ve spent months on it. I’d love to.” John sounded so serious, so warm. I smiled and shut my eyes.

“I miss you.” I whispered.

A soft breath against the phone. I thought he was on the verge of his slow sexy laugh. “I miss you too.” He answered, very softly. “When will you be home?”

“I don’t know.” I groaned and covered my eyes. “I mean…” I wanted to invite him up but I knew he wouldn’t say yes, so I didn’t ask at all. “Maybe Friday.”

“Let me know when you’re leaving, yeah?”

“Yeah. But I’ll speak to you again before then.”

“Yeah.”

“So… I probably better go back in the kitchen.” I murmured. I didn’t want to hang up.

“Right. No, I realised when I called that you’d probably be busy.”

“I can call you back later.” I suggested.

John sighed. “Look. I’m probably just going to go to bed.”

“Ok. Well, I’ll speak to you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, you will.” John sounded like he was smiling again.

I didn’t know what to say next. “So I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” I ended up saying, inwardly kicking myself.

“You’re repeating yourself now.” John said lightly.

“Yeah, I know.” I said gloomily and he laughed.

“Well. Enjoy your time with your family. Don’t- don’t hurry home too soon just because I called or whatever. Just…”

“I will.” I promised quietly. “But call me whenever you want.”

“Yeah.” John agreed. He couldn’t know how happy I was he’d called me, could he?

There was another short silence.

“What do you wear to bed?” I blurted out.

John laughed, sounding surprised. “Seriously?” He asked, then cleared his throat. “Mostly just what I wear in your bed. Nothing.”

“Oh.” I chewed on the tip of my finger.

“It’s not like I’m going to stumble out to the kitchen in the morning and shock anyone.” John added. I grinned. “Why do you ask?” He added, his tone more puzzled.

“Um. Just wondered.” John laughed again. I bağcılar escort think he sounded pleased.

I smiled for a minute. I really wanted to be home with him. I was only here for a few days, I reminded myself. And then I could go home and see John. And spend all weekend with him.

“Talk to you tomorrow then.” John said.

I laughed. “Now you’re repeating me.”

“Ha ha.” He said, but we both laughed and fell into another silence.

“Ok.” I said. This was stupid. We were both grown men and we were sitting in a stalemate on the phone. I refused to do this. “Bye John.”

“Bye Keith.” He answered softly.

There was a moment of silence, then I hung up. And pressed the phone to my forehead. And smiled at the ceiling.

The lounge room door burst open.

“Was that him?” Emma asked, bouncing into the room. My little sister was a tall, athletic brunette with a big smile. We had the same eyes and same colour hair, and we got along really well too, given our similar personalities.

“What? Who?” I asked quickly, sitting up and wiping the smile off my face.

“Him. The one who isn’t out yet. The one you were having dinner with. The one you never told me anything about after that like one email!”

“Oh.” Right. I had emailed her about that, hadn’t I… “Uh, yeah, that’s him. He’s going to read my manuscript. You know. Give me an objective opinion.”

“Yeah, objective.” She laughed, poking me. “Say you while you shag him every which way, you hypocrite.”

“I’m not- it’s not like that!” I objected quickly. My cheeks were already getting red. This conversation had not gone the way I’d expected. I really had not expected her to ambush me.

“You’re having sex with him, aren’t you? Mind blowing, toe curling, neighbourhood disturbing sex?”

“No!” I lied. Shit. I hadn’t even thought about the neighbours…

“Yes, you are! You said so in your email!”

Not good. I had basically said that… I’d forgotten…

“Uh…” I blinked at her. I must have looked stupid.

Emma laughed. “You either totally lied and have just got a massive man crush on him, or you’re gettin’ some!” She finished with an obscene gesture and a voice mimicking some terrible accent she probably saw in a really bad movie. I sighed.

“Em,” I said, rolling my eyes. Hopefully, if I could just avoid giving a direct answer…

She laughed and gave me a friendly punch. Which still hurt. It kind of sucked having a little sister who was just as tall and more muscular than I was.

“Tell me about him!” She demanded.

“Oh, who?” Mum said, coming into the lounge room. Dad turned around behind her and headed away from the lounge room. He was not interested in hearing about my ‘man crush’. I didn’t mind. He wouldn’t have been interested in hearing about Em’s either.

“This guy Keith likes.”

“Guys…” I tried object, but then I stopped.

Had I really reached the point of lying for him? Ok. So even if we hadn’t been together for that long I could tell them a bit, couldn’t I? Who were they going to tell?

“Ok.” I said. I suddenly grinned and pulled a cushion into my lap.

Mum and Em sat down opposite me, smiling, leaning forward.

I cleared my throat. I was suddenly not sure where to begin.

Emma solved that problem for me right away.

“So what’s he like in bed?” She demanded gleefully. Mum looked slightly shocked and I couldn’t help but wince.

Maybe I should have insisted he was just a crush, after all.

July 2009:

Keith:

I threw open the door before John had even rung the bell. “Look, it’s here!” I told him and dragged him into the smallish room off the lounge.

I’d finally had my desk repaired. It was beautiful, dark wood with the green leather patch in the middle… There was probably an actual term for it, but whatever it was I had no idea. All I knew was that I liked it.

“Huh.” John said slowly, looking at the bookshelves around the room. I hadn’t really been using this room as anything more than storage, but I was in the middle of doing it up and he probably hadn’t even seen it yet.

“It’s going to be my office.” I told him, perching on the edge of the desk. “I’ve decided that if I work from home that I should at least have a work space and try and separate work from home a bit more. I think I’ll get more done.”

“Huh.” John said again, looking out the window. The view was a slightly different angle from the kitchen, and there was a massive wisteria growing outside. I couldn’t wait for it to flower in spring.

John turned and leant against the window sill, his thumbs hooked into his pockets. “You know, you just need a fireplace with a dinky clock on the mantel and a typewriter now.”

I laughed. “I somehow can’t see myself installing a fireplace. But a typewriter would be cool! I’d really feel like a writer, then…”

“And a pipe.” John added, nodding seriously.

I looked ümraniye escort at him and he finally cracked a smile. “I thought you were serious for a moment!” I exclaimed, and he laughed.

“C’mere.” He said, but he was the one who came forward and wrapped his arms around me. He looked at me, smiling, his eyes warm and full of something I desperately wanted to call love and didn’t dare.

I was pretty sure I was in love with him. And there was absolutely nothing I wanted more than for him to love me too. And the look on his face… I was sure. He felt something. He had to.

“I wouldn’t know how to use a typewriter.” I said softly, sliding my hands up his chest to reach around his neck.

The moment ended abruptly.

John cleared his throat and let go of me, started examining the desk as if he was more interested in it than he had been a few moments ago.

I felt a cold shiver down my spine.

I had no idea what had just happened, but something had changed and I didn’t know what or why.

“I’m going to start dinner.” I told him, and left the room without waiting to see if he looked up.

It felt like he’d pushed me away. He hadn’t, but it was as if he’d taken a huge step back, a huge step away from me.

I swallowed hard and began pulling things out of my cupboard. God, what was I doing? How could I be with him when I didn’t even know what this was? How could I go on without ever knowing what exactly this was to him?

I heard him behind me but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

“Can I help?” He asked quietly.

“No.” My voice sounded brittle, even to me. I tried again. “No, it’s fine. Nothing fancy.”

“Sure?”

“Uh huh.” I still hadn’t looked at him and I didn’t plan to until I’d got a grip on myself.

I fixed a pasta and sauce and although I was more than slightly tense at the thought of a meal with him right after that, it was actually ok. We stuck to small talk, which felt weird after so long, and neither of us mentioned what had happened at all.

John left after dinner.

I don’t think either of us had expected he would stay.

John:

Walking into Jim’s the next day, all I felt was relief that Keith was keeping his ritual of coffee and cake.

“Hey.” I said, walking over to him. He looked up at me, his expression guarded and it was like a kick to the stomach.

“Hi.” He answered carefully.

“You done?” I asked him. “Something I want to show you.”

Keith looked slightly surprised, then nodded and shrugged and got up. I waited for him to pay, watched him chat with Jim for a moment, then he turned to follow me, a whipped dog sort of look in his eyes.

I hated that.

It hurt, and yet I felt like I kind of deserved it.

“You know the antique shop pretty well by now, I guess.” I told him.

“Yeah.” He agreed. It was only a few doors down and he followed me in.

“Hello, gentlemen.” Rose greeted us with a smile that displayed as much gum as teeth.

“Rose.” I said, smiling, and leant against the counter. “Now. Can I ask you to show Keith here that thing I asked you to put aside for me?”

Keith was looking interested, at least. That was a big step up.

“That makes so much more sense now, John. I couldn’t figure out why you wanted me to hold it when your grandmother’s is in much better condition!”

“My grandma’s?” That was a surprise. I’d forgotten about that entirely. “I haven’t seen that since I was a kid.” How did Rose know about that anyway?

“Haven’t you? Oh, Al’s wife had it only a few years ago. Wanted me to value it. Wasn’t happy with what I’d give her so took it home again.”

“She tried to sell it to you?” I wondered if Al knew about that. He probably did. My eldest brother wouldn’t know what a family treasure was if it jumped up and bit him on the nose.

“Yes. I dare say she’d let you have it. It’s probably gathering dust somewhere. Such a pity. This one’s not bad, not bad at all… but no one’s cared for it like your grandmother cared for hers… But as I say, it makes much more sense, now I know it’s not for you.”

She offered us another large smile and vanished into the backroom. Keith looked at me with a mix of confusion and hesitation.

I couldn’t help but grin. Rose reappeared with a large box which she set down on the counter.

“Here we are.” She said, and opened it up.

The typewriter inside gleamed in the light.

Keith’s mouth opened and he laughed, suddenly smiling at me. My heart got lighter by about ten pounds.

“Oh, wow.” He said, reaching out to touch it. “Oh… Wow. It’s… I don’t even know what to do with one. I …” I watched him hovering over it. He wanted it, I could tell. He just hadn’t worked it out yet.

Rose smiled at him. “I dare say someone around here would be able to show you.”

“Yeah. But I do have a laptop and I really… I really don’t need it…”

I grinned at Rose and she smiled back.

“I’ll leave you to have a look.” She said kindly and retreated off to the back of the shop with her duster.

Keith was vacillating, still.

“Think about it.” I told him. “Rose will hold it for you. It’s been here a while now. You don’t have to buy it. I just thought…”

He looked up at me with a sudden grin, a look shot through his lashes that carried heat, pleasure.

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This is the conclusion of the story. I apologize for the delay because I thought I had submitted this before taking some time off from writing, but apparently I hadn’t. Thanks for your patience and thanks for the folks who wrote and asked about where the end was, which brought my screw up to my attention..

***

Jeremy was wrapped around his Grandma’s boyfriend’s finger, and while Ted had introduced Jeremy to many things, he had withheld the thing that Jeremy wanted most.

Jeremy didn’t want it at first but as the nights went on he started to change his mind, especially after when he got the chance to witness his grandmother and how she reacted when at the receiving end of Ted’s massive manhood.

Tonight, Jeremy was to learn, was the night.

****

Ted had asked me to join him in the cellar after the TV had gone off under some phony pretense of helping him find something he wanted, so I followed him down the steps.

“I told your Grandma my back was bothering me. Don’t worry, it isn’t,” he assured me. “That means she won’t be waiting for me to fuck her, so we can go right to your room after her bedroom light goes out, okay?”

“Okay. Uh… Ted? I want to show you something,” I said while undoing the knot in the robe I was wearing, and after it came loose I let the robe slide off my shoulders.

I looked at Ted’s expression when he looked down at my crotch. It was one of shock, not because my dick was hard and pointing at him but for the gardening I had done earlier in the evening.

“You said you liked…” I started to say but he waved his hand to stop me and then brought that hand down to run his fingers over the pink smooth skin above my cock.

“Beautiful,” Ted said as he took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“I shaved it twice to make sure it was smooth.”

“It is,” Ted said, and then his eyes sparkled even more when I put my hands behind my head to show him that there would be no more plucking the hairs from under my arms because what he hadn’t extricated manually already had fallen under the blade.

That was the tough part, because I had waited so long for the little hair I had to grow to begin with. After shaving my armpits smooth I looked at what I had done. Come college, if I had a roommate it might be tough to explain why I didn’t have a hair on my body below my head. I only hoped Ted would like it.

“Thank you,” Ted said as he bent down and let his tongue slide over the smooth skin, and without the hair the sensation was even more intense.

“I want to tell you something Jeremy,” Ted said before we headed back up the stairs. “I’ve done this before, many times. What I mean is that I’ve dated women who have children, although when I was younger they would be the woman’s sons instead of their grandsons.”

“When I would find the fellows interesting, I would do with them what I did with you. Seduced them,” Ted elaborated. “I wasn’t always successful, but you would be surprised at how few times I was rebuffed.”

“You’re kinda persuasive,” I threw in.

“I know. I do have a particular preference for the sweet and submissive types like you,” Ted confessed. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I’ve never ever wanted any of them as much as I want you.”

With that Ted hands cradled my face and leaned forward çeşme escort to give me a kiss, which shocked me.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Ted suggested.

“Ted?” I asked. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“I can give you two answers to that, Jeremy. The first would be to say that of course it won’t,” he stated. “The second answer would be to tell you the truth.”

“I thought so,” I nodded as I admitted I was scared.

“I know,” Ted said. “That’s part of what makes it good. It will hurt, although I will try to be gentle at least at first,” Ted admitted. “After I get going though, I confess that sometimes I lose control of myself when I feel my cock getting crushed by a tight young ass like yours.”

I nodded again and after putting my robe back on I followed Ted upstairs. After we got to the kitchen Ted looked down the hall. Grandma’s bedroom light was already out and so we headed the other way down the hall to my room.

***

“Come to me Jeremy,” Ted said after telling me not to turn off the light, and so I went over to the bed where Ted was holding that 6″ purple vibrator that I had watched him use on Grandma before he impaled me with it.

“Get on all fours for me Jeremy,” Ted instructed. Present your gift for me.”

My gift was apparently my anus, and as I got me knees on the edge of the bed I braced myself with my hands as I felt Ted’s greased finger slide inside of me. What had hurt so much at first was now a pleasurable probe and I groaned as Ted corkscrewed into my bowels while preparing me for the purple toy.

“Oh Jeremy,” Ted sighed as he pressed the rubbery toy against my puckered ring. “Remember how excited you got when you saw me use this on your Grandma? And how you were so scared when I first put it in you?”

“It hurt at first,” I grunted as Ted slipped a little bit more into me.

“But now you like it, don’t you son?”

“Uh – Yes,” I choked as I felt the vibrator slide all the way inside me, and as I braced myself for when Ted would hit the switch I asked him, “You are going to do it tonight, aren’t you?”

“Do what Jeremy?” Ted teased. “Tell me.”

“You’re going to put your dick in my ass, right?”

“Yes Jeremy, but we have to get you ready first,” Ted said as he hit the switch to get that toy undulating inside of me. “How’s that?”

“Good,” I grunted.

“Remember when I told you this was one of a set of three?” Ted asked me from behind. “This is the little one.”

Ted threw a smaller version of what was inside of me on the bedding in front of me, one that was even smaller than my dick.

“You wouldn’t have any need for that, would you?”

“No sir. This is good,” I managed to say between gasps.

“Now this one,” Ted said as something got tossed on the bedding in front of me, and as I looked in horror Ted continued. “I think you’re going to like this one even more. After all, you’re a big boy now.”

“Omigod Ted no!” I cried as I looked at the other part of the set, the big brother of the other two which might have been close to a foot long – a purple version of Ted’s massive manhood. “I can’t do that. It would split me in two.”

“Nonsense Jeremy,” Ted chuckled, reveling in my horror which was not in any way an act. başakşehir escort “Now let’s stand you up and take a walk. Keep that toy in your ass now.”

“Oh geez,” I groaned as I took a step with that rubbery blender churning away in me, a whole different sensation to be sure. “Where are we going?”

“Do you want to take a walk down to see your Grandma?” Ted asked as he held my arm and started toward the door.

“No – please don’t,” I mumbled, the thought of Grandma seeing me with a boner and her toy packed into my butt horrifying. “Anything but that.”

“Okay,” Ted said as he took me away from the door and walked behind me until we were in the middle of the room. “Feels even better when you’re walking and trying to keep that thing in your ass You like it?”

“Yes,” I said as I felt Ted’s now naked body against my back while he wrapped his hairy arm around my neck, almost choking me in a way.

“I’m surprised you wouldn’t want to let your Grandma see how much her little Jeremy has grown,” Ted chortled, looking over my shoulder and my dick which was stiff and eager to cum from the toy shaking my prostate. “Wouldn’t you like your Grandma to see how big your dick is now?”

Ted’s mocking my very modest endowment didn’t bother me as much as it seemed to excite him, and as he kept his one hand around my neck and used his thigh to keep the vibrator way up my ass I felt his other hand come around.

“You want to cum don’t you Jeremy?”

“Yes – please.”

“You going to pop a big load for me?” Ted said as his fingers rubbed just above my throbbing dick. “You usually do.”

“Think so,” I said while my body started to wiggle like the toy.

“I’m going to reach down here and grab your dick at the base – that spot between your balls and your dick,” Ted explained. “Are you going to be able to keep from cumming?”

“No – gonna cum any second,” I warned Ted as my legs got rubbery.

“Yes, let’s see how far that little cannon can shoot. See if you can reach the closet door,” Ted said just as his thumb and index finger grabbed and rubbed the spot, and I didn’t last a second.

Ted was holding me up as my dick erupted, and as I came I heard him laughing as he kept massaging that spot while I sprayed cum all over the place.

“Please – no more,” I whimpered after my dick went limp, and Ted clicked off the toy and extracted it from my anus before hugging me from behind.

“Let’s take a look,” Ted said as he walked us over to the closet door. “Son of a gun! Look at that. Must have shot that about 5 feet!”

“I’d better clean it off,” I said as I saw the wad of cum near the bottom of the closet door drooling down the slats.

“No time for that Jeremy,” Ted said as he led me back over to the bed. “We’ve got unfinished business to take care of.”

***

“If you relax it won’t hurt as much,” Ted declared after positioning me on all fours on the edge of the bed. my feet hanging over the lip.

Easier said that done, I concluded as I braced myself for what seemed like an impossibility, having watched Ted lubricate the giant purple snake profusely before coming behind.

“Omigod!” I cried out when I felt the tip of the toy enter me, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared, küçükçekmece escort in part because it was rather soft so instead of piercing me it sort of flowed into my bowels.

“There you go,” Ted said as he pulled it out of me. “My turn.”

No warm-up or anything. Just Ted’s cock, and this I felt as he coaxed his fully engorged shaft deep into me.

“Hurts!” I cried out.

“Ssh! Don’t want to wake up your Grandma do you?”

I bit my lower lip while ted’s cock kept going deeper and deeper into me until I could feel his balls against the backs of my thighs.

“Good boy!” Ted exclaimed, and after retracting his manhood as slowly as he had put it in, he picked up the tempo.

“Take that cock!” Ted snarled as he grabbed the back of my scalp in his fist. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Want it – want it back,” I grunted as my little bed slammed against the wall, creaking and groaning with each thrust.

“Your dick’s hard again,” Ted snapped as he reached around me with his free hand, but that situation changed the second he started to savagely pull on it and I shot a load onto the bedding.

Ted wasn’t done though, and after what seemed like an eternity of humping me he pulled his cock out of me. he hadn’t cum though, and only stopped to roll me onto my cock, slapping my cheek with his still swollen member before telling me to grab my ankles and spread my legs wide.

“You should see your gaping asshole, Jeremy,” Ted chuckled as I felt his fingers probing my anus. “You’re a man now. Know what I’m doing?”

“Your finger – it’s in my bottom.”

“You’re close. Try four fingers,” Ted cackled and spun those fingers inside of me as he spoke. “By the end of summer I’ll be fisting you with my whole hand and you’ll be begging for more.”

“Please.”

“Please what Jeremy?”

“Your cock. Put it back in me. Want to feel you cum in my bottom.”

“Be happy to oblige, but I have to warn you – I was being gentle before.”

“You were?” I asked, and for the next few minutes I learned he wasn’t kidding.

Ted was like a raging bull above me, his upper torso crimson and his sweat flying off of his body as he thrust in and out of me without mercy. When he came, filling my bowels with what felt like an ocean of cum, I was sobbing and shaking while still holding onto my ankles.

“How did you like that?” Ted asked as he climbed off of me, instructing me to stay on that position on my back with my legs akimbo.

“It was…” I started to say, but Ted hushed me.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Ted said as he moved away from the foot of the bed, and it was only then that I realized that we were not alone.

“Grandma?” my voice croaked as I took in the surreal scene from between my spread legs.

It was Grandma, standing outside of the now-open closet door, where she had been all along I guess. She was wearing a nightie and held the hem of it up under her breasts. One of Ted’s purple toys was inside her pussy as she walked toward the bed, and she looked all rumpled and sweaty, much like I had when it was we inside the closet.

“Jeremy – I’m so proud of you,” Grandma was saying while Ted kept me on the bed where I was, and then Grandma was kneeling at the foot of the bed while Ted smiled at what was happening. “Let me make it better.”

“That’s it Effie,” Ted sighed as his girlfriend – my Grandma – put her head between my legs and after giving my deflated dick and spent balls some tongue affection, moved her mouth down lower to soothe my savaged anus. “Make it all better for little Jeremy.”

***

End of “Grandma’s Got a Boyfriend”.

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I decided that if I was going to add Haiti to my list of countries visited, disembarking for a day’s frolic in the fenced and well-guarded Disneyesque pleasure enclave of Labadee was the way to go. I was trying to push my collection over the hundred-country list, and, thanks to Henry Goslan the Third’s money and patronage, I was well on my way.

Henry was pushing seventy, but he still wanted a companion to help him get around, to take care of all of the little chores he couldn’t be bothered with, and to keep him warm at night. He was an elegant old man—quite a looker when he was younger, I was sure—and was generous and not too demanding. But there were times when I craved younger flesh. In the city that wasn’t a problem. Henry was somewhat sympathetic to my needs and didn’t shorten my leash—too much. But we’d been on the seas for a week now, and I was getting a little antsy.

I suggested several times how nice it would be to get out in Labadee and enjoy the day in the full-amenities resort enclave there—but even the descriptions of how easy they made wheel-chair conveyance there didn’t move Henry.

“I think a light lunch, a massage and perhaps a little fuck, and then you can certainly explore Labadee if you wish—for an hour or two. I can take a little nap.”

An hour, two hours at the most, I thought. Just that long on my own. But I was grateful for that much time.

I picked up the phone and ordered Henry’s lunch, and then half fed it to him, as he had little appetite but needed to keep his strength up. Then, after room service had cleared the lunch trays away I undressed Henry and laid him down gently in the middle of the bed we shared. I opened the cabinet and paused, wondering what he’d like me to be today. The cowboy costume won the day, because it was about the easiest to put on and I wouldn’t have to make many adjustments along the way. Just low-rider jeans, a red bandana, and a cowboy hat. No boots. They would be too clunky in the bed.

Henry sighed as I gently rubbed his back and arms and legs with the special oil he liked. As I stood beside the bed, he reached over and slowly unbuttoned the fly of my jeans and pulled my cock out and leaned over and ran his tongue over it before closing his lips over the head and helping me be ready for him.

I climbed over him and straddled his hips, being careful not to put too much weight on him, and moved my dick up and down between his butt cheeks and across his rim while I gently ran my fingers through the oil on his back and shoulder blades and lubed up my dick and his ass well with the special oil.

When I gauged his sighing was at the pitch where he wanted it, I slowly worked my cock into his hole and fucked him in slow, shallow rhythm. When I felt him tense, I took a long stroke deep into him, pulled back slightly and then drove in all the way one, two, three times, and he gave a little snuffly cry and jerked, dribbling his cum on the sheet under him. And then he promptly went to sleep.

I stood and cleaned my dick, still hard and not satisfied, stuffed it back in my jeans, without bothering to take them off to put briefs on, grabbed a tight T-shirt and my sea pass, slipped on a pair of loafers without socks, stuffed my wallet in my jeans’ back pocket, and was out the cabin door and headed down the stairs for the gangway as quickly as I could. I wanted as much alone göztepe escort time as I could manage.

I was sitting in the Dragon bar looking out to the El Tortue island, where they’d filmed part of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, when the young Turk who was one of the ones who cleaned our suite on the ship stopped and asked me if he could join me.

I said OK, even though I suspected where this was heading, and I knew it couldn’t go anywhere.

“I’m on furlough today—well for a few hours,” Selchek said. He turned those dark, dreamy eyes he had on me and the big, all-teeth smile. “You been to Labadee before?”

“No, you?”

“Yes. And although it looks like every square inch is taken with recreational stuff and all landscaped and neat, I know of a trail or two that leads to small, private beaches—turned away from the tourist beaches. No one to see. No one to know what is happening.”

He had the fingers of one hand playing in the hair on one of my forearms and the other on my knee under the table. His eyes told me everything he was offering. He cleaned our suite on the ship. He changed our sheets. He knew Henry and I were sleeping together—and it was pretty obvious what happened when we did.

“It’s tempting, Selchek, but just not possible.”

What I had with Henry was too good a thing. He didn’t mind me going off in New York for an hour or two now and then. But he made quite clear he didn’t want to know specifically what I was doing—and most certainly who I was doing it with. It was just too volatile for me to get anything on with someone from the ship.

The Turk looked glum and was about to say something else.

“It’s not you, Selchek. It’s the man I’m with. I can’t. That’s just the way it is. Besides there are rules about anything going on between crew and passengers. We could both get kicked off the ship.”

“Ah, that is regrettable,” was all he said, and he stood and slowly walked away.

But he left me with a hard on.

I walked the beach until I had my body under control and then I walked over to the artisan’s village, which was a string—a long string—of open-air shanty stalls, opening out onto a walking deck—all made to look primitive and haphazard, but of course it wasn’t. There was little variety in the goods being offered. One shop was more or less like the next. Textiles or wood carving. Painted metal art and art on canvas that would look original and colorful when you got it back to the States, but here looking like there was maybe a dozen designs, painted over and over and over again.

And vendors all around, pulling at the tourists off the ship, wheedling them to look at their wares. “Just a look, sir, madam, no obligation. Special price just for you.”

I did want to buy something, to help get some money in the economy of a superpoor country that recently had been hit by a devastating earthquake. But it all looked just too touristy.

It all became a jumble, everything looking the same—until my eyes were arrested for some reason by carvings in a stall that looked different from the others. The vendor there caught my hesitation—as no doubt they all quickly learned to do—and was up from his hammock and out onto the deck in a flash. He was a tasty little morsel. Short but slim and great muscle tone in his arms. He çorlu escort was wearing the pink shirt and tan trousers that they all wore in this overly planned false paradise. But his shirt was open down to one button at his waist. His chest muscles bulged despite his size and gleamed nearly black as the sunlight filtering through the exotic trees struck him. I sort of wondered if he’d oiled himself up and was offering more than wooden souvenirs.

He tapered down into a tiny waist, but I could tell by the way that his thighs worried the legs of the tan trousers that he probably was a soccer player. He wore a gold necklace with some sort of religious pendant resting at his clavicle, nestled between the swells of his pectorals.

A handsome face. Dark brown, the almost European features of the Caribbean mulatto and dark, flashing eyes.

“Special carvings. Just for you sir. You not find anything like them anywhere else here.”

I almost believed him. What had arrested my attention was that the carvings were slightly erotic. It was subtle. I probably only caught on to the suggestive themes because I had an eye for erotic art. Henry collected it—he had masses of it in his New York penthouse.

This wasn’t quite what Henry collected—what I could see was hetero, although there were enlarged penis images discernible in the curves of the carvings—in ebony and mahogany mostly, although some stone carvings too.

I had been trailing my eyes along the shelves, and the vendor had followed the focus of my gaze, all the time pointing this and that out and yammering on in repeated phrases of “This very nice. None like it anywhere here. You like? You buy? I wrap it for you.”

He caught the dulling in my eyes as I didn’t see anything that would be appropriate for Henry’s collection. I wanted to please Henry, and I knew he’d like a nice piece of erotic art—if it was appropriate to his collection.

“I have more. More not right to show here. Come, come, sir, through curtain here. I have more behind.”

I followed him into another shanty room immediately behind the first. There indeed were more wood carvings here—and more erotic. But still male on female (or female kneeling before male). A cacophony of fucking and huge penises. Nice and erotic. But not quite right.

“Yes, very nice,” I said. “But not for me, thanks.” I turned and started to pull the curtain aside to leave, but the young man grinned wide at me and winked.

“I understand. More. The same but different. You look, you see. I have more you will like. Beyond curtain there. You take look. you like. Good prices. Best in Labadee. No one else has these.”

He shuffled me toward the back of the room and through a curtain into yet another room. And jackpot. He’d figured out exactly what I might be interested in. Carvings of men on men, in a huge variety of fucking poses. And carved penises. Huge dildos, their bulbous heads painted in bright red, or green, or yellow, or white.

I reached over and picked up one of the dildos with a red cock bulb on it. I ran my hand up and down it. Smooth ebony.

The vendor was watching me like a hawk. “Very nice. You take. Special price. Just today. Just for you.”

I walked slowly around the small shanty room, taking in all that was on offer. I saw what I thought Henry ümraniye escort would like almost immediately, but I was careful to pick up one or two others—never letting go of the ebony dildo with the red-painted head and a pair of plump balls at the base. We haggled and I slowly zeroed in on the piece I wanted.

“Oh, very, very, nice. Only $120 U.S.”

“Maybe $40, I said—if you throw in this too.” I raised the dildo. He, of course, knew I’d never let go of it.

He grimaced. “Oh no, no. Far too little. You can’t get this art anywhere here. Anywhere in the world.”

“Oh, maybe $60 for the two. Maybe more, but I don’t think this really works.” I held up the dildo again.

The vendor stood there, looking hard at me. “$100. Best price.” He was sporting a beleaguered expression that I didn’t believe for a moment.

I put the dildo back from where I had picked it up—which seemed to distress the vendor greatly—and turned to leave, giving him a smile and a shrug.

“$90 U.S. for both and I show you that red-headed penis work,” he said in a strangled voice.

I smiled, seeing that there was yet another curtain at the back of this shanty room.

I played his asshole with the greased dildo in the small room at the back. A narrow table was set against the back wall, and he was perched on this, facing me, his trousers off, his hips rolled up, and his hands wrapped around his widely spread and elevated legs.

I worked him expertly, and when he started to enjoy it, I stood back, unbuttoned my jeans and let my hardening cock free. I dug into my pocket and extracted a condom and held it up for him to see.

His eyes were wide and buggy and his lips were trembling, but he wasn’t making a break for it.

“$40,” he squeaked with a whimper.

“20,” I countered with, as I rolled the condom on my cock.

“$30,” he croaked in a hoarse voice.

But now I was already at his entrance. “$20,” I sternly said as I plunged my cock inside him, and he settled into concentrating on taking me all in without further haggling.

I took him long and hard—and with exuberance. I hadn’t had young, fresh ass in so long that I fucked with abandon. Henry would have no cause for complaint. He’d get his titillating Haitian carved art for his collection. But for now, I needed this release.

And the young vendor was enjoying himself too. After he’d gotten me off well enough that I threw in another $10, he gave me a second toy, a string of graduated mahogany balls he took out from underneath the counter as I was leaving, helping him hobble along now on slightly bowed legs.

Back on the board that evening, I costumed as the gladiator, I delighted Henry so much with my purchases that I was afraid he might stroke out on me. He enjoyed the erotic carving I’d bought him immensely. And he enjoyed the work I did with the red-bulbed dildo within his channel just as much. He quickly went off in sleepabye land after he’d dribbled his cum in the sheets a second time for the day—an exhausted but very happy man.

I was still feeling my oats and devil-may-care—not carrying now if I was caught playing with the cruise staff or not—so Selchek was immensely surprised and pleased when I found him wandering down the corridor and I swung my free gift of the graduated string of beads in front of his face and asked him if there were any really private areas up on a deck with a beach lounger this time of night—and which was the largest ball he thought he could accommodate.

We discovered he could take the biggest in the wake of playing hide the red-painted ebony cock head. And then my cock afterward for nearly an hour as the waves of the Atlantic rolled on by beneath us.

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Brad was in a home improvements superstore looking to buy a new shower head when a voice at his side cut into his thoughts.

‘That’s a real good model you got there.’ the deep bass voice rumbled. ‘It works for me every time.’

Brad looked up into the deepest blue eyes he had seen a long, time. The guy had jet black hair and pale skin and a rugged lived-in look accentuated by his carefully cultivated unshaven look. If it wasn’t for the fact that Brad had seen him walking hand in hand with his wife, or girlfriend, a few minutes previously he would have though his dreamboat had arrived.

‘Yeah?’ was all Brad managed to say.

He wanted to kick himself. It sounded so lame and stupid.

‘Yeah. Gives me a boner every time.’ came the stranger’s reply.

Brad gulped. Surely he couldn’t have heard properly. It must have been his fantasy world taking over, distorting what the straight stud had said to him. But even as he stood there trying to decipher what had really been said and how to reply the stranger lowered his zipper and pulled out a fleshy uncut cock. Brad’s eyes were out on stalks; his breathing grew labored as he drank in the beauty of that thick pork sword. He couldn’t believe that someone would just take their cock out in public like that and anxiously glanced around to see if anyone could see them but the aisle was empty. As Brad stared the stranger peeled back his foreskin, revealing a rosy cockhead. None of this made any sense. Was he just being teased? Was it being offered to him? And what was he supposed do about it if it was? He could hardly give the guy a blowjob right there by the plumbing equipment, could he? And what about the man’s wife?

‘See anything you like?’ the dark haired stranger drawled.

‘What about your wife?’ Brad asked.

‘Oh she’s over looking at light fittings; she’ll be ages yet and I nut real quick when I’m getting blown by a guy.’

‘You want me to….what, right here?’ Brad’s voice grew ever raspier as his throat dried up and his heart pounded in his ribcage.

‘Yeah. It won’t take but a minute or two.’ came the reply. ‘There aint many folk about today and I’ll keep an eye out while you work.’

‘How did you know…?’ Brad asked.

‘Buddy, you stared a hole straight through my jeans.’ The stranger told him. ‘Anyone that can undress me like that has got to be wanting it as bad as I want it right now. So, are you done with the talking yet?’

Brad went into zombie mode. He dropped to his knees in front of the stranger and let that fat cock fall into his mouth. The cock was slightly raunchy and Brad savored the sexy tang that slithered over his taste buds as he cleaned the underside of the hot dude’s foreskin. His own cock was painfully crushed inside his jeans demanding attention that he could not provide. He could not believe that he was sucking off a dude right there in the aisle where anyone could walk by. But in that moment he knew that he was prepared to take his chances because that beautiful cock was now fully charged, stretching his lips and giving the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. This would be the one memory that he took to the grave with him. He only wished that he could play with the stranger’s nuts and stroke his thighs.

‘Oooh yeah, that’s it.’ a voice floated down to him as if from afar.

A large pair of hands gently closed around his face and that thick hungry cock grew a little more insistent. Brad loved that sensitive cock crown every way he knew how and he could feel the precum leaking out of his own cock and soaking his underpants. Damn, this was tuzla escort so unfair! Why couldn’t he have this hot man properly, away from the danger of being caught and carted off by security? The stranger started grinding his hips, forcing his rigid cock deeper into Brad’s mouth. Brad could hear voices in the next aisle and started to feel really panicked and then suddenly there was an explosion of warm nut juice flooding his mouth. Brad swallowed every last drop as the stranger withdrew his cock and tucked it back in his jeans.

‘See, I told you I don’t take long when worked on by a pro.’ The stranger said.

And then, with a naughty wink he was gone. Brad felt absolutely dazed. He still wasn’t sure if the encounter had actually happened or if he had dreamt it up. But as he slid his tongue over his teeth they had that spunky after-feel. It was real enough. He decided that he would buy the showerhead after all as a way of rewarding the store for giving him such hot sex.

As he was leaving the store and walking to his vehicle one of the store’s security men came up to him. Shit! Shit! Shit! Brad tried to figure out is he could run to his vehicle and get away from this mess.

‘Excuse me, could I have a word?’ the security man asked. Brad was quaking with fear but even in that moment his eyes still roamed over the big guy’s body taking in the way that he filled out his pants.

‘That was some blowjob you gave back there’ the guy said. ‘I was wondering…do you think…well, maybe you could help me out?’

Brad couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He relaxed and took another good look at the handsome fucker, who he judged to be in his mid thirties. Brad loved the long, dark hair on the security man’s strong, swarthy arms and his full, sexy red lips. He had the beginnings of a tight beer gut and Brad almost asked him to turn around because he just knew that there would one hot big bear butt back there.

‘You saw?’ he asked.

‘Every little detail.’ the man said. ‘Fortunately I was alone in the control room at the time. Usually there are two of us in there and if my colleague hadn’t been taking a dump I would have had to bust your ass.’

‘It’s not the kind of thing I would ordinarily do,’ Brad told him ‘but this guy he came up to me and…well, I just couldn’t resist.’

‘I don’t pop as quickly as he does so maybe we could go back to my place, have some beer and pizza and you can work your magic on me.’ the stranger suggested.

‘You’re not married, are you?’ Brad asked.

‘Used to be until I discovered that I liked getting sex off men more.’ came the reply.

When Brad went round to the stranger’s house an hour later he wondered if the man had lied to him about not being married because there sure as hell looked like there was a feminine touch about the place. There was even a photograph of the man and a pretty woman on the wall.

‘Are you sure you’re not married?’ Brad asked.

‘Okay. So I lied. She’s at work. Our shifts clash and we don’t often get to have much fun that way anymore. So be a good bud and help me out, huh?’

‘The thing is, I so horned right now.’ Brad told him. ‘I want to be with you properly.’

‘Me too.’ came the reply.

And then the big guy took Brad in his arms and kissed him and Brad just melted into surrender. The older man’s aftershave competed with the muskier scent of a hairy hunk at the end of his shift and in the grip of lust. Brad’s hands dived down his back and onto that meaty butt trussed up tight in his close fitting pants. pendik escort He grabbed huge handfuls of butt flesh and ground his hard cock up against the stranger’s throbbing tool. On and on that hot tongue dueled with his as the older man’s large hands fondled his little bubble butt. If he had any doubt that he would be allowed full access to this sexy man they soon faded away.

It was Brad who broke of the kiss to start undressing his hot husky hunk. His hands trembled as he undid the sexy bear’s buttons to reveal a jungle of dark fur all over his chest and down over his belly. His nipples were extraordinarily large and a deep, deep red color. Brad went into a feeding frenzy as he chomped down on those juicy little love toys while one hand went back to have another feel of that firm butt that would soon be his. His lust was off the scale and his cock grew ever more insistent; this time it was determined to be in on the action. Reluctantly Brad came off of those sexy man tits and quickly stripped out of all his clothes.

‘Wow.’ his hairy bear said when he caught sight of Brad’s big, curved cock.

The burly hunk took Brad’s cock in his left hand while his right hand cupped a handful of Brad’s peachy ass.

‘I’m not sure which I want more.’ the stranger said in a voice that was distorted with lust.

‘Why choose when you can have both?’ Brad asked.

Why indeed. The big bear went down on his knees and Brad watched as his cock disappeared into that hungry mouth. He was surprised at how skilled the guy was and reassured by the way the man’s fingers kept dipping into his crack and ruffling his fuck truffle. The thought of being penetrated by this potent alpha male almost made Brad dizzy. As much as he loved being blown by this stud he couldn’t wait for the real thing. He pulled the older man to his feet, pushed his arms up above his head and started licking his armpits.

‘Oooh man! Nobody ever did that to me before!’ the guy groaned.

Brad now turned his attention once more to the big, red nipples that jutted out of a tangle of dense fur. The hungry stud moaned and groaned as Brad’s experienced tongue and lips worshipped those sensitive nubs before kissing down his belly and dipping into his belly button.

Suddenly Brad was overcome by the desire to have this man’s cock inside him. He just about yanked the burly bear’s pants down to his ankles. Now Brad pressed his face up against the man’s underpants and inhaled the scent of his big bull balls through the almost threadbare cotton. Off to the left lay the outline of one incredibly thick, deliciously hard cock. Now he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lowered those overstrained underpants. An absolute beauty of a cock sprang free and bobbed in front of his face. It was a reddish-brown color and grew out of a huge bush of jet black pubes that contrasted with the creamy pale skin of the parts of him that had never seen the sun. Those massive man eggs sat close to his body and were silky smooth as Brad caressed and then licked them.

To Brad’s surprise the big man turned around and pressed his pale, fat butt into his face. Brad soon found the treasure buried deep in that fleshy valley and the sounds that filled the room let Brad know that he was doing something right. The musk of the little man pit swirled through Brad’s nostrils and into his brain. Nothing in the world mattered except that he lick and tongue probe that hungry little slut-hole. The big guy reached back and held his fleshy cheeks apart, freeing up Brad’s hands to stroke maltepe escort his big, furry thighs and tease those big, overloaded spunk bags. The security man bellowed like a wounded beast as his senses went into over load.

‘Ooh fuck my big ass!’ he growled.

Brad quickly fished his bottle of lube out of his pocket that he had retrieved from the glove compartment when he parked outside the big bear’s house. Now he gently rubbed a gloop of stuff over that red pucker that already glistened with his spit. It was just the most inviting sight in the world. But sadly the big assed dude changed his mind as Brad’s finger invaded his virgin hole.

‘Shit! That’s hurts more than I thought it would.’ he complained.

Brad was too far gone to waste any time trying to get the tight ass to open up for him. He quickly lubed his own asshole and then got down on his knees and took his lover’s wilted cock in his hand. Even soft it had an incredibly impressive girth to it.

‘Sorry.’ The big guy apologized.

‘Ssssh.’ was Brad’s only reply before his mouth closed over that juicy member.

That beautiful cock was soon rampant once more and Brad lost no time in impaling himself on it. That first feel of hard, hungry cock sliding into his even hungrier butthole sent a shiver of delight through Brad’s whole body. He was filled to perfection and as he bent over the back of the sofa he surrendered his ass to the older man to use as he pleased.

‘Oh Roger! You have hit the jackpot!’ the big man called out.

‘I think Brad has too.’ Brad called out.

They both laughed as they realized that they bad both lied about their real names. And then they had more serious work to do. Roger took hold of Brad’s slender hips and started fucking him real slowly while enjoying the sight of his cock sliding into that peachy little ass. Brad’s soft sighs were really turning him on; he knew that he was doing a good job and he just wanted to pleasure the both of them as best he could. That slow rhythmic stroking was really getting to Brad’s cock and it soon was straining and leaking precum as it desperately tried to get its owner’s attention. When Brad got done pinching his tiny nipples his right hand dropped down to his big, curved dick. He just about shot his bolt as he smeared his precum over his overheated cock head.

The minutes ticked by. Roger pulled his cock all the way out of Brad’s ass and then slowly slipped back in. The groan that trembled on the air was so fucking horny that Roger almost lost it then. He pulled out again and felt the fresh joy of that sexy slide into a lubed up chute. The warmth of younger man’s innards enveloped his probing cock, welcoming it back in from the cold. And then he felt it; it was if a satin clad hand inside Brad’s ass had reached out and gripped his cock. He thought he must be imagining it but then it came again, and again, and again. He cried out in joy, surprise and delight as he realized that he was being manipulated by an expert.

Brad was really milking the older man’s cock now, clamping down on it something fierce as his own hand flew over his swollen dick. He was close, so very close and he didn’t want to wait for Roger. He could feel his balls grow restless and the pinprick behind his eyelids that told him he was at the point of no return. Suddenly Roger pulled all the way out of his ass and slammed back into him and let loose of volley of curses that were matched only by the geyser of spunk that he sent shooting up into Brad’s ass. Brad saw stars as his cock exploded in his bands spraying his jizz all over Roger’s sofa.

Roger stayed hard for ages afterwards and gently fucked Brad’s spunked up ass until at last his big cock softened and slipped out of Brad’s ass with a loud plop that made them both laugh. The moment was over; Brad quickly dressed while Roger asked if he knew how to clean up the evidence of their naughty encounter that soiled his sofa.

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Okay due to some amazing fans i decided this isn’t the very last chapter. Just getting out what i wanted to for the first half of the last chapter was almost 20 pages so i figured i can break it up. So look forward to what will hopefully be the last chapter if i can get my mind to stop writing! Thanks for being so patient! BTW, there is sex 😀

I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Someone was knocking very softly on the door. I didn’t move to open it. This room was my form of a blessing and a curse, I thought absently. So much good happened here, blanketed by so much bad. It was really hard to balance it all out when I thought about it.

The knocking became slightly louder.

“What Luke?” I called out, not getting out of bed.

Luke opened the door very softly and poked his head inside. His eyes had to adjust to the dark room before he finally saw me.

“Can I come in Johnny?” I didn’t say yes… which to Luke meant I didn’t say no.

After a minute he walked in the room and shut the door behind him. He was smart enough to know not to turn on the light; I really didn’t need that. I didn’t need to see him. He stood by the door for two very long and awkward minutes before I finally shifted my eyes to him.

I sighed wearily, “You can move Luke, I’m not a deer. You don’t have to be afraid that you’ll scare me away. I’m way passed that stage.”

He didn’t respond to the barb which was surprising, he just stepped away from the door and walked over to the bed. I was in the center and when it was obvious that I wasn’t going to move he plopped down next to me. He laid back, his body a little over the edge and stared at the ceiling with me. After a few minutes I turned my head and looked at him. He was already looking at me.

“What do you want Luke?” I asked voice quiet.

He reached out a hand and ran his fingertips down my cheek.

“I want to say sorry Johnny. I was wrong. I was so very, very wrong. I should have never said what I said to you, never thought the things I did. I almost lost you and I knew it was my fault. I should have never let you go that night and I knew it at the time. Then when you got hurt, when you got caught… I wanted to ask you about it, I wanted to know what he did to you, but at the same time I didn’t. I wanted to comfort you but that would mean coming to terms with the fact that it was my fault you needed to be comforted. I couldn’t handle it. I freaked out and I took it would out on you.”

I tried to say something but he waved a hand to cut me off.

“I’m so sorry Johnny. I would choose you. I chose you then, after you walked out that door and made me realize exactly what I had said. I tried to find you the next day, thought you could sleep on it overnight and that way you could have time with your mom but you were already gone. I feel like I’ve been living in a black hole without you.”

That had to be the most Luke has ever said to me at one time, I swear. I didn’t really react, just stared at him for a long time. Eventually I heaved a big sigh.

“I can’t trust you Luke. I don’t believe a word you say. How do I know you’re not just being sweet and kind to get me back? That once you have me it won’t all go back to how it was? Do you really expect me to believe that you would choose me over the business? I don’t Luke. I don’t believe that.”

He sat up, drawing his legs up Indian style and looking down at me. For the first time I didn’t feel like he was trying to intimidate me.

“I don’t expect you to believe me John. I really don’t. Hell, half the time I don’t believe me. When I think of you leaving though, when I think of not seeing your face again, not feeling your skin or hearing your voice say you love me. Of not seeing that cocky little smile of yours when you know you got your way, I can’t even breathe. I can’t see a future without you in it Johnny. I just can’t. I would give up anything to keep you with me.”

My heart swelled with every word he said even though my mind kept trying to tell it not to be stupid, not to trust him. I think though that my heart had gone temporarily deaf. I wanted to touch him, to smile at him, to say I loved him. I just couldn’t. Not yet.

“Assuming all that is true, what comes next Luke? I fall into your arms, forgive you for everything and we live happily ever after in your big house with your big convicts and your very big business right under our feet every night? I didn’t want to be a mobster when I grew up Luke. That definitely wasn’t on my wish list when I was in kindergarten. I wanted to grow up, fall in love and be happy. I never wanted to find my damsel in distress – I wanted my knight in shining armor to find me. Even though there was a denial phase that was what I dreamed of when I was little. It is still what I want today. I can’t live this life anymore. I just can’t.”

Luke leaned down, pressing his forehead very softly against mine.

“Neither can I Johnny,” He whispered, so softly that I almost missed it. maltepe escort

My eyebrows rose in surprise and I pushed him back enough to look into his eyes.

“What does that mean Luke?”

His eyes were so intense I almost wanted to look away but I didn’t. I forced myself to hold that startlingly beautiful gaze.

“Leslie is taking over Johnny. It will be a few weeks, maybe a month or two for me to get him trained the way I want him, and I’ll always be over him, checking in on everything of course, but I won’t be involved. I want to get a normal job… well, as normal as I can stand. I can’t give up the entire business, it’s all I’ve ever known, but one day I plan on just handing it all over to Leslie. He loves this business, he loves being in charge, he loves every bit of it. Also now that he has an apparently steady boyfriend, between the two of them I think they can manage not to run it into the ground.”

I laughed like he intended, “I’m sure they can.”

He took a deep breath, “I already bought another place Johnny. I bought it as soon as I heard you were back in town. You know me… king of wishful thinking and all that.”

I smiled, “No, cocky beyond all imagination and used to getting his way is how I would describe it.”

Luke shrugged, “You say tomato and all. I want you to see it Johnny. I bought it with you in mind and I really think you will like it. I’m not saying we run off into the sunset together or anything like that. I’m saying to let me try. Let me take you out tomorrow night like I wanted. We can go from there. Please?”

I sat up, rising to my knees in front of him so we were eye level. I smiled a little smile and hugged him, just wrapped my arms around him tight, waiting for him to make the next move.

I think he was honestly stunned because he didn’t move for a whole minute before his big arms wrapped around me squeezing me hard enough to hurt. He reached one arm down and grabbed my legs, wrapping them around him so that I was sitting on his lap. We stayed like that, holding each other tight for lord knows how long.

Eventually reality came back and Leslie knocked on the door. I pulled away instantly, scooting back so Luke could get up. He sighed in annoyance and got up, opening the door wide.

“What?” Leslie asked innocently as he came face to face with Luke’s glare.

He walked past him and plopped down on the bed next to me. He smiled like a Cheshire cat and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes Leslie?” Luke all but growled and Leslie and I both laughed.

“I just wanted to let you know the guys and I really appreciate the movie night Johnny. It’s been pretty stressful since you left and I think we all needed some non-violent fun.”

I smiled, “Wrong choice of movies if we didn’t want violent. I mean sheesh and to believe I had Bridget Jones’s Diary in my hand.”

Luke and Leslie both winced at that and I laughed. Tough guys and chick movies, I swear.

“Well you’re welcome, it’s all good. Glad you guys enjoyed it.”

Leslie’s face got serious then, and I frowned. He sat up straighter, making sure his eyes were on mine.

“We’re sorry Johnny.” He said softly. I frowned harder.

“We’re sorry we let you get caught. Since you’ve come back we’ve all realized how much we truly took for granted what you did. Luke is hell when you’re not here and you make this job a lot more tolerable. I speak for all of us when I tell you that we are so sorry about what happened to you.”

I was genuinely surprised. None of the guys had talked to me about what happened. Not when it actually had happened or since I had gotten back. I had always assumed it was because Luke had told them not to. It meant a lot.

“It wasn’t your fault Leslie, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. He caught us by surprise and there wasn’t really anything any of us could do about it. I’m sorry I left but I had a lot going on in my head that just wasn’t going to get dealt with here. Thank you a lot for telling me though. Thank the guys too.”

Leslie smiled, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. He nodded to Luke before he left the room, shutting the door behind him. Luke looked back at me and smiled as my eyes got watery. I brushed the little tears away telling myself to be a man and smiled back.

“That was… nice,” I said and Luke laughed, coming over to wrap an arm around my shoulders and hug me tight.

“I’m really glad your back Johnny boy.”

He said softly and I didn’t respond, the emotions going through my brain were simply way too overwhelming. I just hugged him back and held on.

I didn’t know if I could forgive Luke, I really didn’t. He was different, that much was obvious, but I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or just being perfect for the time being. I was scared beyond belief but at that moment all I wanted to do was hug him so that’s what I did.

That night Luke slept downstairs, having to pull together 3 couches manavgat escort to fit his big ass.

I laughed watching him try to get comfortable but he flat-out refused when I offered to switch. I told him he was a prideful buffoon and left him to it.

The next day passed by pretty quick, probably because I didn’t want it to. I was scared to death about going out with Luke.

I didn’t know where he wanted to go or what he wanted to do and more importantly I really didn’t know how to act. Was this our first date all over again or just two friends going out after being apart for a long time? Or was it very long distance couple going out to rekindle their romance? I was so confused that I didn’t even know what to wear.

I was going through my clothes, old and new, that were in Luke’s closet trying to decide when he came in the door. He was dressed casual, black snug jeans and a long sleeve blue button up shirt that looked silk. Okay not really casual but at least he wasn’t wearing slacks because then I would’ve been worried.

I spared him but a glance as I went back to rummaging through the closet.

Luke laughed, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. I froze, not sure what to do. He let go before I could think about it and moved around me.

“I got this Johnny.” He said with an easy smile.

He reached in the closet and pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans and a black muscle shirt that was one size too big for me. Seems pointless I know.

He smiled and held them out, “There ya go.”

He sounded way too chipper and I narrowed my eyes.

“You gonna tell me what we’re doing now?”

He smiled wider, “Nope. Hurry up and change, don’t want to be late.”

Late for what, I wanted to ask but I knew he wouldn’t tell me. When Luke was in a romantic mood, as rarely as that happened, you didn’t get in his way and he never gave hints. Luke around Christmas time was a bitch.

I was dressed within ten minutes and Luke was waiting for me outside by the BMW. He held out the keys just like he did so many years ago and just like then I was shocked.

“Dude seriously!? Kick ass!” I jumped in the driver’s side before he could think to change his mind and started it up, looking at him in exasperation as he took his time getting in.

As soon as his door shut I was gone done the driveway, barely hearing him as he told me which way to go. I was a little surprised when we drove into crowded downtown. I honestly didn’t expect him to want to be in a heavily populated place.

Luke hated crowds. He had me park at the movie theater and I smiled. The Rocky Horror Picture show was playing tonight, with real actors and audience participation required. I smiled as he handed me a bottle of water and some toilet paper, holding on to a few pieces of toast and some rice for himself.

I leaned back in my seat and raised a brow, “You hate this movie.” I stated calmly.

Luke smiled, “No I don’t.” He said and I laughed.

“Oh really? So you like sweet transvestites from transsexual Transylvania?” He flinched like I knew he would and I laughed again.

“What are you doing Luke?”

He sighed, “You love this movie and I love you. It’s a sacrifice I willingly make. Now get out of the car and let’s go.”

He got out before I could respond, shutting the door as I opened my mouth. Well, I thought sarcastically, I guess that’s the end of that conversation.

The show was amazing, so much so that even Luke laughed some, surprising me when he participated in the Mr. Scott scene.

We left with our clothes wet and kicking soggy toilet paper with little bits of rice in it off our feet. I was laughing my ass off when Luke pushed me up against the theater.

He cupped my face in his hands and leaned his forehead against mine. He really liked to do that lately. Leaning down he pressed his lips very softly against mine and I sighed, loving the feel of him. I returned the kiss running my hands up his back and holding on to his shoulders. It was a perfect moment, until of course someone else had to ruin it.

“Yo fags, get a fucking room!” Some random person yelled and Luke was gone before I could stop him.

He grabbed the jock in the Letterman’s jacket by the hair throwing him to the ground by me. He walked over as the guy was picking himself up and kicked him in the stomach.

“Luke, stop it! I don’t care what he says; it’s not that big of a deal!” I tried yelling at him, but he was too angry.

Offending Luke, while still not a good idea, he can get over. Offending me is a totally different story. He went to kick the guy again and I jumped in front of him, making Luke almost fall backwards so that he didn’t kick me in the nuts by accident.

I looked down and offered the guy a hand up as Luke stormed back to the car. The guy looked genuinely surprised that I’d offer to help him and it took him a second şişli escort to, very cautiously, extend his hand. I pulled him to his feet, and he stumbled a bit before righting himself.

“You helped me. Why?” He asked, his voice thick with anger and what I thought was a hint of respect.

“I’m not like you, that’s why. I don’t discriminate and I don’t care who you are. You’re a person and you didn’t deserve what he was going to give you.”

The guy stared at me for a minute before offering me his hand again, this time in friendship, “Sorry for what I said man.”

I shook his hand, not trying to prove my dominance by squeezing hard and nodded, “Don’t worry about it. Just be careful who you offend, alright?”

The kid nodded and walked back to his girlfriend who was waiting by the road looking worried. He wrapped an arm around his girl, pulling her close and giving a wide berth to where Luke was.

I made my way over to the car where Luke was standing with his arms crossed, looking at the ground. I expected him to yell at me about protecting someone like that so I was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t.

“I’m sorry Johnny.” He said as soon as I got near him and I frowned.

“You’re sorry?” I asked, making sure I heard him right.

“I didn’t mean to get so angry. I just can’t stand it when people say shit like that to you but I didn’t need to get that mad, so I’m sorry. That was really… good of you to help him up. You’re an amazing person Johnny and I love that about you.”

I smiled, stepping forward and leaning my body against his.

“It’s okay Luke. You’re my big bad protector, it’s a good thing. Just not all the time.”

He looked up, a little fear on his face like he expected me to freak out like I used to. I didn’t though, I just pushed forward, making his arms open and laid my head on his shoulder.

“Hey!” Someone yelled and we both looked over at some guy, hanging out with his buddies at the bar across the parking lot.

I knew he was going to say something nasty, hell we were used to it and I put my hands on Luke’s arms to make sure he wouldn’t do anything. Just as the punk opened his mouth, Letterman’s fist came out of nowhere and closed it with a punch.

The guy dropped like a sack of potatoes, his friends not even trying to come to his aid. Letterman smiled at me and I smiled back, mouthing thank you and waving. Even Luke nodded in his direction before turning away. Our good night was officially great. Luke opened the passenger side door for me and I smiled; I figured he wouldn’t let me drive twice.

He took me to the Olive Garden down the street for dinner, another un- Luke thing for him to do as he hated fancy restaurants. We made it halfway through the meal before he started getting twitchy.

Luke hated crowds, he hated not being able to move around and he hated having to act nice and polite when he was really brooding and moody. I had to bite my lip not to smile as he started practically bouncing in his seat he was so eager to leave. As soon as I finished the last bite of my alfredo he stood up.

“You done?” He asked in a strained voice and I laughed.

I took my time getting up, finishing the very last of my drink as he rolled his eyes at me. He knew I loved to watch him squirm in public where he couldn’t do anything. It was a sick little flaw of mine.

As soon as we got outside Luke exhaled like he had been holding his breath for ten minutes. He really didn’t like places like that.

“Luke…” I said and he looked over at me, “Do you want to go to Mike’s?”

I swear it was like I just offered a starving man a steak the expression on his face was so relieved. It was almost comical.

“You have no freaking clue how much I would love to go to Mike’s Johnny boy.”

I nodded and headed to the car, not surprised when he beat me to it. Mike’s was a local bar down in the not so pleasant part of town where Luke loved to go. It was full of bikers and thugs and I think he felt right at home because he didn’t have to behave or be polite or even discreet, it was notorious for catering to the gay community.

Luke drove like a bat out of hell, turning into what looked like a dead end driveway and going to the underground parking lot of Mike’s. This neighborhood was not one you wanted to leave your car out in and you could always tell the tourists from the locals because we knew about the underground parking and they didn’t.

Our cars got valet parking and theirs got missing hubcaps. Luke tossed the keys at a young kid in biker boots and all but towed me inside.

As soon as we got into the bar Luke changed ,his body relaxed a small smile played on his lips and his hand in mine loosened. This was his element. He nodded at Mike, the owner and bar tender and sat down at one of the booths, putting me on the inside.

Luke changed when we came to Mike’s, he got…..well sexier. Here he got a little more aggressive….sexually. I like a little BDSM here and there and when we came to Mike’s….well it was more here than there. I knew this was a bad idea as soon as his body started crowding mine.

“Now Luke, just because-” I started and his hand locked onto the back of my neck, squeezing hard enough to make me groan.

“Shut up Johnny boy.” He whispered in my ear and I shivered.

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Game of Love Ch. 12

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Thank you and welcome to the 12th chapter of this captivating series. I love you guys a lot and I would love to thank you for your comments, ratings and for being on this journey with me. I appreciate all of it and I promise to always deliver without disappointing.

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Game of Love, feel the passion….

***

Eric moaned softly, stirring in the bed. He was feeling a little excited that morning and he had no idea the smile that was on his face even before he opened those eyes. He’d been having a perfect dream, really wonderful.

When he however opened his eyes slowly, yawning, it was to find Sergio staring at him with a smile, a smile that totally melted Eric’s heart with love. The way his lips lifted upward when Eric stared at him. The way his one dimple crinkled and the warm glow his smile gave Eric was just from out of this world.

Eric dropped his eyes softly, blushing. God, his smile shined like the stars in the sky, with no bright city lights to dim them. It was like the sun opened its eager light to shine about him, only brightening his perfectly aligned teeth.

“What?” Eric asked as he tucked his hair at the back of his ear. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Sergio chuckled softly. “Because I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Whatever happened yesterday still feels like a dream.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“I don’t know but it’s been hours.” He sighed happily, resting his hand on Eric’s waist through the blankets. He got him closer until their bodies were now close enough. Their skins on each other felt like heaven. “I was afraid to sleep because I might have woken up to realize that it was a dream and I was with someone else.”

Eric was blushing brightly, biting his lip. “Well, you’re gonna have to get used to this because I am never going anywhere. I’ll always be here with you every morning and I will sleep in your arms every night.”

The corners of Sergio’s mouth lift up into a smile. “And I’ll always be grateful each morning for waking up beside an angel.”

He caressed Eric’s cheek as he closed the space in between them. Their lips connected in a fiery and passionate morning kiss that made Sergio feel like he’d just climbed the top of the tallest mountain. His lips were firm on Eric’s, but the kiss remained soft, gentle and slow. They held it like that for a few seconds before they pulled away, staring into each other’s eyes.

“And I must say you were amazing last night, my dear beautiful husband.” Sergio said in a low voice, rubbing Eric’s sweet lips. “I had always dreamt of that moment for the last five years but when it happened, it was much more than the dream. And you were moaning like an…”

“Sergio?” Eric groaned, covering his eyes.

“Hey!” He shook his head, removing Eric’s hands from his face. “You don’t have to feel shy, my gorgeous sexy husband. I am your husband now and you can act as crazy as you want.”

He leaned in slowly and when their lips met again, something like magic ignited and their kiss deepened. Their eyes were starting to shut as Sergio slowly started getting on top of Eric. But suddenly, there was a knock on the table. They both ignored it and just decided to continue kissing but there was another and another and another.

“Hey!” Eric said in between moans. “Someone’s at the door.”

“Let them wait!” Sergio groaned as he sucked on Eric’s lips like a lollipop. “I am having my time with my baby. We’re newly married and we need to enjoy ourselves.”

Eric wrapped his arms around Sergio’s neck, bringing him even closer as they kissed. But whoever was at the door wasn’t gonna let them. They continued knocking.

“Hey, go!” Eric moaned as he broke the kiss. “It could be important.”

“Uh…” Sergio groaned, gripping his hair. “It’s probably just the maids.”

“Go and check.” Eric chuckled. “The longer you take, the longer it will be for you to get back here.”

Sergio laughed, scratching his head. He got off the bed and he was totally naked. He grabbed a towel which was by the bedside and wrapped it firmly around his waist. He wasn’t gonna wear a trouser. After all, he was gonna be back in bed. He threw air kisses to Eric as he rushed to the door with a smile on his face.

However, when he opened the door, it was to find a really beautiful smile waiting for him. She was dressed beautifully in a black top with a white skinny jean and black slippers on her feet. Her hair was tied in a sexy ponytail.

“Adrianna? Really?” He groaned, hitting his head. “What the hell are you doing here this early morning?”

Adrianna first checked out her brother. The fact that he was only wearing a towel that morning meant the two had already consummated their marriage which she was happy about and şişli escort couldn’t even mask her happiness. Her smile sold her off.

“Hey! Are you just gonna be standing there without saying anything?” Sergio asked, giving a shrug. “I am busy.”

“Really?” She laughed, pushing the door wide open.

“What the hell are you doing?”

But Adrianna was already heading inside, shaking her head. To say Sergio was shocked would be an understatement. He closed the door behind him and followed her. She was heading towards the bed where Eric was busy playing with his hair. He didn’t even notice her.

“Good morning, my sweet brother in law!” Adrianna chirped.

Eric quickly raised his head and when he saw her there, he couldn’t help but smile. He waved his hand without saying anything because he was so damn surprised.

“Adrianna, get the hell out of here!” Sergio said harshly with a chuckle. “This is no longer my room that you came walk in any time. I am a married man.”

“Chill!” She raised her hands like she was surrendering. “I just came to see my beautiful brother in law. I thought I was dreaming last night but it’s actually true.” She sat on the bed and continued smiling. “I never got the chance to thank you so much for granting my wish. I was actually right, you know. He is happy now and I know he’ll remain happy as long as you’re with him.”

“Oh!” Eric chuckled nervously. “I had no idea but thanks for your words, Adrianna. They really did make an impact.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” Adrianna touched her chest, moaning like a kid. “And you’ve made my handsome brother here happy.”

“Yeah, Adrianna, we get you but can you please leave!” Sergio said, pointing towards the door. “You’re disturbing us. Right now, it’s my moment with my husband so can you please leave? I’ll see you later and Eric is now a part of this family. You’ll have your time with him.”

“You’re such a kill joy!” Adrianna said with a sigh, raising her hands like she was surrendering. “But I am just so excited right now. There’s just a lot of questions that I have for Eric, questions that I need answers to.”

“They’ll be answered.” He took her arm and started leading her towards the door. “Just go and watch a movie or something.”

“I know but…” She paused and stood at the door. “…you need to talk to mom. I haven’t seen her this morning and she’s probably very angry. You know how much she loves you and she’ll love to see you.”

Sergio nodded softly without saying a word. He’d totally forgotten the drama that had happened the previous night and now that he’d thought about it, he was a little nervous. He closed the door and started heading to the bed just to find Eric getting up with a towel around his waist.

“Hey, hey!” He rushed to him and blocked him. “Running away from your husband, are we?”

Eric chuckled and coiled his arms around Sergio’s neck, bringing him closer. “Well, I believe my dear husband has some important work that he has to do this morning.”

“Important work?” Sergio frowned, slightly looking up in a thought. He chuckled softly, wrapped his arms tightly around Eric and brought his body even closer. “Doesn’t ring a bell, baby. I don’t have any important work to do this morning and I can stay in bed the entire…”

Eric blocked Sergio’s lips with his hand. “You’re forgetting so soon, my love. You have to go and talk to mother. I can’t even begin to imagine what she must be thinking or going through right now. She loves you so much and she’s probably really hurt. You need to go and talk to her.”

“But…”

“We’ve got plenty of time to be together. I am yours and I ain’t going anywhere.”

Sergio felt like a really lucky man. “Thank you so much for understanding, baby. But we should probably shower because… I probably leak of sex.”

Eric laughed at his husband’s words. “Why don’t you go ahead? I don’t have a change of clothes so…”

“And miss the chance of being with you in the shower?” He quickly wrapped his arms around Eric’s legs, lifting him up bridal style. “Not a chance.”

“What are you doing?” Eric laughed at the top of his voice. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

Sergio took Eric into the bathroom while gracing him with wonderful kisses all over his face.

***

Kimberly was standing in front of a huge mirror, staring at her reflection like she expected it to say something. A lot was going on in her head, her heart and even her body. She hadn’t slept the entire night, just kept on twisting and turning. The urge to cry had come and gone a whole lot of times and god knows how many times she’d shed tears.

Anger had never left her ever since the night Sergio ruined her mood by bringing Eric to her house. Her resentment towards him had grown inside her like a tumor and she was gonna explode, maybe even kill him if she ever saw his face closer to her again. Her fists were clenched and her body was shaking in anger. It was like there was a tremor going on through her.

Suddenly, tuzla escort she heard a knock on her door and she made a quick glance there but didn’t utter a word. The person knocked again before she heard the door opening.

“Mom!”

Fury surged through her when she heard that voice, a voice that totally made her angry. She became breathless with anger as her jaws began shaking uncontrollably. She heard footsteps nearing and each step she heard felt like she was close to snapping.

“Mom, can I talk to you?” Sergio’s voice was really low. He could see that his mother was super angry.

“Mom, please!” He rushed to her and wrapped his arms around her.

But what Kim did really surprised him. She furiously turned and gave him a very dirty slap that sounded like a plate breaking on the floor. Sergio grasped his cheek, staring at his mother without even a smile. It had hurt but he probably deserved it.

“Don’t you dare call me that?” She warned, pointing angrily at him. “How dare you, Sergio? How dare you even show up in my room after all the insults you rained on me yesterday.”

“Mom, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.” He said softly. “I tried my best to follow your orders even though you knew that I didn’t want any of this. I never intended to hurt you. I am truly sorry, mommy.”

“You never intended to hurt me?” Kim chuckled bitterly. “How dare you even say that to me when you had hurt me intentionally? You married a boy that I warned you against, someone that doesn’t even care or love you.”

“That’s a lie, mommy!” Sergio shook his head. “You’re saying this because you don’t know anything. No one, absolutely no one has ever loved me like Eric. Ever since I met him, my life has changed. I am the man I am today because of Eric and his love for me. Your son is happy, mommy and…”

“You’re happy?” Kim chuckled as a tear rolled down her cheeks. “You’re happy after hurting the boy that truly loved you? You’re happy after humiliating and hurting your mother in front of the entire world? I never expected this from you, Sergio. You know very well that I don’t like that boy and yet you brought him to this house. He insulted me in front of my friends and only God knows what everyone is saying about me out there.”

“Eric isn’t to be blamed and I will apologize to whoever you want me to apologize to.” Sergio said, putting his hands together. “But please, try to understand me and my feelings, my happiness. Eric is the boy that makes me happy. Your son is happy right now, mommy. Can’t you be happy for me?”

He tried to touch her but she retaliated. “Never!” She seethed. “I’ll never be happy for you as long as that boy is in this house. If you want me to be happy then go and marry the boy that is good for you. The boy that I had chosen for you and the boy that makes me happy.”

Sergio chuckled, shaking his head. He found it funny that his mother had just said that to him.

“You know that is impossible. I have married Eric now and I am his husband. He’s the one that makes me happy.”

“Then there’s nothing for us to talk about.” She crossed her arms angrily. “Now get the hell out of my room.”

“Mommy…”

“Don’t call me that!” Kim snapped, raising her finger at him. “You don’t know the meaning of that word. And if I was your mother then you wouldn’t have betrayed me like this. You lost your right to call me mother the very moment you married that boy.”

“I know you’re angry, mom. But try to put yourself in my shoes. You’ve also been in love before, mommy and…”

“Silence!” Kim snapped, stomping her foot angrily on the floor. “Don’t you dare lecture me about love? You have embarrassed me in front of everyone. I gave you everything you wanted and I let you do anything you wanted to do. All I had asked of you was just one thing and you threw it on my face.”

Sergio was feeling terrible. His mother’s eyes were red from anger and there were tears in them.

“I was always by your side whenever you needed me. I never left your side even when you were totally broken. I was there when you needed me.” She chuckled bitterly, shaking her head. “But you never valued me. You never valued my love for you, my concerns and my emotions.” She yelled, making Sergio to shake his head.

“Mom, I wanted…”

“But it’s your life and you can live it the way you want. But listen to me…” She warned, sounding like an evil robot. “…as long as that boy stays here, this house will not be too big for the both of us. I’ll so deal with him that he’ll beg you for a divorce.”

“Mommy…”

“Get the hell out and never come back!”

“Mom!”

Kim gripped Sergio’s hand and started dragging him towards the door. She opened the door, threw him out and banged it like she was going insane. She was so mad that seeing Sergio made her feel like she was swimming in a pool of anger. Her fists were clenched and she swore Eric was gonna pay.

***

Giada was pacing about the room, moving from pendik escort side to side like she’d lost something so precious. The makeup was gone from her face. Her hair was really messy and her skin was a little pale.

‘Eric and I are married now.’

Those words seemed to take a toll on Giada and she simply stopped as the weight of everything seemed to press down on her shoulder and she struggled to even take a single step forward. It was too much, all of it. The anger and evil in her grew darker; the pain grew sharper; all of it seemed to only grow in strength and she began wondering if things were gonna get any better for her ever.

Her heart raced so much and each beat brought her nothing but immense pain. She was still dressed in what she had been wearing the previous day because she hadn’t slept at all. It was as if her soul was been trampled on by feet in heavy boots.

Five years, five years’ plans had simply gone to waste. She knew she was gonna be destroyed because Eric had crippled her heart by getting married to Sergio. Everything had been planned. All that had been remaining was for the marriage for her to get into power and have a chance at destroying her enemy, Eric, forever! But now, now every plan had been ruined. Her walls had collapsed and she was exposed now.

Trevor on the other hand sat by the window side, staring outside, hoping for a ray of hope to shine on him. The sun felt very cold that morning. His eyes were swollen, blood red and he had bags under his eyes. He was still wearing his wedding suit, still reliving all those painful memories. He was aware of his heart and the way it pounded in his chest should have scared him but he definitely didn’t care.

‘Eric and I are married. I gave in to my feelings, mom.’

Trevor felt dead inside. His tongue felt dry. His throat felt as if someone thrust a handful of itching powder inside. His eyes were scruffy. He’d been seated at that same spot for hours and his face had never dried.

The images of Eric and how he’d walked into the house were haunting him. His head pulsed terribly and he felt like he was in a pool of ice. That heartbreak felt cold. He felt like there was concrete drying in his chest. That wasn’t how he’d expected his day to be. He was supposed to be in Sergio’s arms, enjoying his wealth and smiling a lot. He wasn’t supposed to be crying.

The door to the room flung open and Brice came walking in slowly. He was wearing a blue pajama and he was holding a tray of bread, some pineapple juice and some fruits. When he saw the state his son was in, he slowly walked to him and sat closer to him, patting on his shoulder. He’d never seen him so broken before.

“Trevor, baby, you can’t continue being like this.” He said softly. “You’re gonna get sick. I know what happened yesterday was terrible and you didn’t deserve that. But please, you need to eat something before you get sick.”

Trevor didn’t even move his head to look at his father.

Brice sighed, taking his hands. He started rubbing on them, kissing on them too.

“My love, daddy is right here with you.” Brice assured. “I don’t like seeing you like this. Try and eat something for daddy. Everything is gonna be just fine. I promise that I’ll do all I can to just make you happy.”

He rubbed his tears and smiled softly. “Please, eat something.”

He took some bread, spread butter and was about to feed it to his son when out of the blue, his hand was hit, making him drop the bread to the floor. He quickly raised his head in surprise only to stare in angry eyes that seemed like they wanted to eat him alive. It was Giada and she was breathing harshly.

“Oh please, stop with your drama, Brice!” She snarled, pointing angrily at him. “Stop showing concern for my son when all of us very well know that you’re probably happy because of what had happened. You’re partly to be blamed for all this.”

“Are you for real, Giada?” Brice couldn’t mask the shock in his voice. “What the hell are you talking about? Do you think I would be happy with what happened to my son yesterday? What kind of father do you think I am?”

“Oh, so now you’re a father?” She chuckled bitterly. “Since when have you been concerned about me or my son? It’s always been that Eric. You’re the reason why my son is in this state today. You’re the reason why his wedding got called off yesterday and I bet you must be dying to just congratulate that bastard son for ruining Trevor’s wedding.”

“Enough!” Brice furiously rose, raising his finger at Giada. “I think I’ve had enough of your nonsense, Giada. Don’t push me to the wall because I will do something that both of us will regret, do you understand? All you’re concerned about is yourself and you don’t even care if your son is okay or not. You’re such a selfish woman and sometimes I wonder how I survived with you all these years.”

Words flew from his mouth that he never thought he’d think, let alone say out loud. He knew instantly from the look in Giada’s eyes that he’d said something that had hurt her, that had awakened something deep in Giada. She was staring at him like she wanted to cry or rather slap him.

“How dare you, Brice?” Giada roared, clenching her fists. “How dare you say those things to me? Whom do you think you are, huh? You call me selfish and I don’t care about my son? Okay!” She laughed in pain as more tears decorated her face.

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I wanted to share the details of Alex and Adam’s sex party/orgy last Friday before I start getting in to this weeks fun with Rachel and Taz. I also thought that writing about it would get me turned on and super horny for when I meet the young couple later tonight.

Little bit of back story for those of you who haven’t been following my sexual adventures over the last decade. Alex is a guy I knew through a group of guys I hang out with, here on the coast north of Sydney. I was, and still am, completely in the closet with that group of people. So, four years ago when Alex outed me as being the famous Aussie Speedo Guy, I was terrified he would share that information with our social group.

What I feared ended up being the opposite of what occurred. Alex had some deep gay feelings which he had been repressing and the two of us explored those feelings. OK, I’ll admit it, I took his gay virginity have been fucking each others brains out ever since. Alex loves speedos as much as I do which is how he found me in the first place.

Among out social group, Alex has kept my secret all these years, and it is Alex who is now completely out of the closet and has been dating and living with a guy called Adam.

Alex and Adam met while triathlon training. Adam has been out and proud since before he left his Mum’s womb I reckon. I was super stoked when they started dating, when they moved in together and when they first invited me to join them for a threesome. Occasionally I get invited to join them for some hanky panky and it is just one of those invitations which is what I’m going to tell you about now.

Early late week I received a text message from Alex asking if I’m free Friday night… sex party night.

I had nothing in the calendar so said I’d love to. Even if I had something on the calendar, I would cancel it because I have been to two of these sex parties before and loved it both times.

I’m not completely sure how often these nights happen but I know Alex and Adam put a fair bit of planning and thought into who is invited and what they hope to do. My previous invitations were a little bit last minute and they were short bottoms (guys whose arse can take a pounding versus tops who pound arses) and I was invited because I am a very willing bottom.

A few days later, on Wednesday, I received a text from Alex telling me to be at their place at half past eight, to wear an old pair of speedos (why old I wondered?) and he asked how many guys have I ever had fuck me in one session?

I had to think about it, I’m pretty sure my record was four guys fucking me one night at the first sex party I was invited to with those guys. My text to Alex was “Four”

His reply back… “Want to double that number?”

“I can try, thanks for the heads up, I’ll do some stretching before hand.”

For the rest of the week, I was pretty horny thinking about what Alex and Adam had planned for Friday’s sex party. I did my stretches, making sure I used my butt plug daily.

Friday afternoon finally came around. Some of the boys that Alex and I know, who don’t know about my sexual preferences/activities, swung by my place for some Friday drinks. It was a good thing because it took my mind off the coming sex party and a few drinks took the edge off my nervousness. Alex and Adam’s place is a ten minute walk, which considering I had a couple of drinks, I thought I should walk instead of driving.

I arrived right on half past eight.

There were no cars… nobody else was there.

Alex answered the door wearing a suit and tie, he welcomed me into his home and we went into the kitchen izmir escort where Adam was pouring the three of us another drink. Adam was also wearing a suit. Well all shook hands in greeting.

(I think it is hilarious how many times I meet guys for sex and we greet each other with a handshake, and within minutes we are inside each other.)

The two of them obviously had an inside joke going because apart from them wearing suits and ties and me wearing shorts and a t-shirt, they couldn’t stop giggling and I had a feeling it was at my expense. It felt a little bit rude but, I trust these guys and I was thinking they had something pretty amazing in mind and while we have had some pretty crazy sexual adventures together, everyone has played safe and been respectful in the past.

After some small chat I had to ask, “What is going on guys?”

Adam then explained that everyone else was arriving at nine, not five minutes early, not five minutes late.

“Do you guys want me to go home and grab a suit?” I asked.

“Ow Dave, you didn’t notice the living/lounge room did you?”

I hadn’t noticed what Adam was about to show me. Ten dining table style chairs in a circle. And a bench in the middle. The kind of bench you have in a locker room; long, narrow and pretty low to the ground.

Owwww… this looked exciting. I told you these guys can host a sex party!

Adam saw that I appreciated what he had in mind.

“Dave, even your mind can’t fathom what we have in mind for you. I think it is time to talk about a safe word.”

Owwww… this is getting serious.

For the next ten minutes or so the three of us laughed about what safe word to choose.

The actual safe word is something I’m not going to share with you guys here. If you are a member you can email me and I’ll tell you what it was but it isn’t really important. Keeping this to myself also allows me to filter out some of the fans who might (probably will) email me saying they were there that night.

Standing there looking at what the guys had setup got me stirring in the front of my speedos. But, Alex said that time was ticking and that I should get ready. I was told to strip down to my speedos, which I did. Adam returned to the room with a handful of red, Speedo brand, speedos. I had never thought of using speedos as bondage but as Adam and Alex began securing the speedos to my hands I couldn’t believe the genius of it. Then they secured more red speedos to my ankles.

“Would you like some pre-lube Dave?” Alex asked me.

“Do you think I’ll need it?”

The answer was in the affirmative so I pulled down my speedo and bent over the bench in the middle of the room. As usual, I had shaved and thoroughly cleaned my arsehole and Alex did comment on how tastey it looked. He squirted lube on my arsehole and then began massaging it in. He wasn’t skimping on the lube and I felt very slippery by the time he finished.

Adam had left the room while Alex was lubing me up and he walked in as I was doing up the drawstring on my speedo. I had tied a single bow but Alex came up and triple knotted it. He didn’t want me taking them off.

“We are about two minutes out Dave, you ready?”

With that Adam pulled out a carabiner (piece of climbing equipment), he asked me to stand on the bench. He got up on it with me and attached me to the roof. Each red speedo on my wrist went through the carabiner which then went through a hook that was bolted to the ceiling. Adam got off the bench and then told me to spread my legs. He instructed me to not do it too kahramanmaraş escort far but comfortably spread which I did. He then attached the speedos on my ankles to the ends of the bench.

This was a first for me and if I had been wearing a cap, I’d had tipped it to Alex and Adam for this setup. The speedos on my wrists and ankles were soft and had a bit of stretch in them so no where near as uncomfortable compared to when I’ve been tied up with rope in the past.

Alex then returned to the room with a tray of champagne flutes and I was told that things were about to get under way.

In the hallway I heard Adam greeting the other invitees to the sex party and the guests thanking Alex for the champagne. It takes a minute or two but then I can feel their presence at the entry into the living area, which is behind me and I can’t see them.

Adam announces that I am the bottom for the evening and that the guests should have a look.

Then I am surrounded by a group of guys, their hands are all over me, my chest, my thighs and all over my speedo. Particularly all over my speedo. It feels like there isn’t an inch of the lycra that doesn’t have someones hand touching it.

My cock was semi hard to start and with all that attention it became rock solid. There were ten guys in total (including Alex and Adam) and they were all dressed in suits and ties. Just normal looking guys, maybe I should say a normal group of slightly gay looking guys. Most would have been mid thirties to mid forties, couple of skinny guys, two bearded guys but overall a pretty good looking bunch from what I could see.

Adam, as usual, was in control and after a few minutes of being surrounded by these men Adam asked them all to take a seat.

It seemed like a few of the guys knew each other from their conversation but there were some strangers and there was some handshaking going on and some light introductions. Alex was getting everyone more drinks and while he did that, I stood, bound in the middle of the room, hard on stretching the front of my speedo feeling very exposed.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, everyone had a fresh drink and Alex took his seat. Ten guys, all sitting around me.

Adam began to speak.

He explained that everyone had been told the rules of the evening but for the benefit of the Bottom (sounds like that is what they were calling me), he’d repeat them. Everyone had an envelop under their chair which had the number of their turn (to fuck me). The person one number ahead could be asked to help with my bonds and with the permissions of that number, could use my mouth. The person whose turn it was, was only allowed to fuck me.

Then Adam said it was time to get this show under way… who is Number One?

The guys in front of me, the ones that I could see, reached under their chairs and pulled out their envelopes. They were all shaking their heads, from behind me I heard in a deep voice, “I’m Number One.” Then I heard Adam’s voice saying that he is Number Two.

Adam asked the Number One if he wanted a hand getting me in a position which the Number One accepted.

Number One stood on the bench with me and reached up to unhook me from the roof. It was one of the bearded guys, around forty years old, taller and heavier than me and he smelt like a man. He reached up and undid the carabiner from the ceiling and it felt good to have my arms below my head again. He hadn’t unhooked the carabiner from the speedos on both of my wrists, so I was still kind of handcuffed. Standing on the bench manavgat escort I wobbled a little because my legs were still tied in. Number One asked Adam to undo my ankles and held on to me around my waist and told me, “It will be OK Bottom, I’ll be gentle.”

I didn’t believe him for a minute.

Adam undid my ankles and I was put face down on the bench, my hands were tied in to the front leg of the bench with a carabiner but my legs were left free. Being face down I couldn’t see what was going on.

I felt, what I assumed was Number One, grab the waist band of my speedos and try and yank them down. Remember, Adam triple knotted the drawstring so they weren’t going anywhere. Turns out, it was all a plan of Adam’s and I was about to find out why I was told to wear a pair of old speedos.

Adam announced that someone needs to cut an access hole in my speedos…

“Bottom, pick a number between two and eleven.”

“Four…”

Turns out that Number Four was a guy I could see since he was sitting in front of me. He stood up and took a pair of scissors from Adam, right in front of me so I could see.

They disappeared out of my field of vision.

I could feel Number Four grabbing the butt of my speedo and then I could hear the scissors cutting through the lycra. He asked Number One if that was acceptable, which it was.

Number Four came back in to my view and sat down. I heard a belt jingling and then a zipper, I’m assuming it was Number One flopping it out. I saw so horny and my arse was hungry to get fucked. But Number One was taking his time, my arse was in the air waiting for him there were nine other guys watching and waiting for their turns. The guys that I could see in front of me were all rubbing their cocks through their suit pants.

Then, Number One grabbed my hips with his power hands, I felt this thighs against my butt cheeks. And finally, I felt his cock at my backdoor. As Number One slid his cock inside me, it took my breath away. Remember, I couldn’t see anything so had no idea how big his cock was. I think it was pretty big. He gave me a couple of gentle strokes to make sure everything was nicely lubed up and then he started pounding away.

For the next hour all ten of the guys took turns, in order to fuck me until they came:

– I came in my speedo during Number Three.

– Four of the guys had me suck their cocks while the number before them fucked me.

– The bum of my speedo was a lube drenched mess by Number Five so he took the scissors and cut the speedo right off me.

– Most of the guys seemed to leave once they had finished fucking me.

Alex was Number Ten and the last to fuck me. He didn’t last long and my butt felt like a train tunnel by the time his turn came around. When he slowly slid his cock out of my arse I was spent and lie there on the bench catching my breath as Alex and Adam said good night to the few guys who had waiting around to watch me take all ten guys.

They both came back into the living area grinning. I was grinning as well.

Remember that Adam was Number Two… he was rubbing his cock through his suits pants and asked me if I had enough room for one more?

Why not, I replied.

This time though he flipped me over on the bench so I was on my back. Alex then stripped out of his suit in front of me, he was wearing a pair of red speedos which didn’t hide his erection. He sat on the bench and lifted my legs up by the back of my knees and slid up towards me. Then he slid into me.

I was sore, but super horny and Alex took one hand and started jerking me off.

Looking over to my left there was Adam, who had stripped out of his suit down to a red speedo as well. Usually this would be a turn on being fucked and having someone watch me but that night I was getting used to it.

If last Friday you were at a sex party and was one of ten guys fucking a guy tied up in red speedos, you can say you have fucked the Aussie Speedo Guy.

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Straight Brian and gay Mark continue their evening from Part 3

“Mind if I hang for a while?” he asked.

“Nah, absolutely. Unless you need to go home and take care of this,” I joked, grabbing and shaking the bulge in Mark’s shorts. He looked surprised, but I needed to smooth tensions after my stupid freak-out. I threw on my sweats and suggested we get some pizza.

“Do you think you’ll have another round in you?”

I chuckled. “I’d be surprised. But anything’s possible.”

Anything was possible.

Mark and I ordered pizza per usual. We talked about the last date he went on, how it seemed promising. I talked about the last date I went on and how I never heard from her again. We had the same conversation every week with various success rates.

“Remember your friend Josh? The one you jacked off with? The skinny one?” he asked cautiously.

He knew it embarrassed me to talk about it, but this was the first time he brought it up since I first told him.

I blushed. “Yeah.”

“What did he look like again?”

Puzzled, I found Josh’s profile picture on my phone. I found a clear picture of his face. His wide smile revealed perfect white teeth just below his bony nose, upon which rested his dark-framed glasses. We saw each other every couple of years when he visited from our home town. We hadn’t talked as much as we used to. He was in his parents’ basement, working remotely for some tech company. I found a clear picture of his face. He never trimmed the quasi-unibrow but buzzed his head. At the bottom of the frame was his large Adam’s apple. We called him Goiter in high school.

“Here he is,” I said, I handing my phone to Mark.

“Oh my god,” he gasped.

“What?”

Mark pulled out his phone, frantically searching for something.

“What?” I demanded.

“This,” he said, shoving his phone in my face.

The screen showed a grid of thumbnails of men in various stages of undress. I recoiled but took a closer look. I knew Mark wasn’t flaunting pictures of naked men. I squinted. In the middle of the grid was an image of a huge dick held at the base by a huge hand with long fingers and stubby fingernails. The handle under it read “ULuvJoshCock”.

“No,” I exclaimed in disbelief.

I clicked on the image. Below his offline status read the location: my hometown. No stranger to the women’s section of the site, I scrolled down to find thumbnails…and Josh. Bright light above the camera lit his face and otherworldly cock. He had won popularity awards.

“That’s him.”

“I knew it,” Mark said, giddy and in disbelief. “Josh. From your hometown. Super skinny. Huge dick. Really outgoing. Who else was it going to be?”

We exchanged phones. “He’s really popular. Jacks off for everybody every Wednesday night and occasionally on the weekends. He loves women but says he has a duty to share his cock with dudes sometimes too. Whenever he tastes his cum or plays with his ass he gets a ton of tips,” Mark said with such enthusiasm that I had to hold back laughter.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised he does it,” I said, reaching for the pipe on the coffee table. “Want a hit?” I asked, bringing the piece to my lips. I glanced at Mark. He has a boner in his short shorts again. I held my breath and tried not to laugh at the head poking out of his shorts.

Mark followed my eyes down to his shorts.

“If it ever bothers you,” he said, shrugging his zonguldak escort shoulders, defeated, “let me know.” He took the pipe from my hand.

I ignored him. What bothered me was the idea that he might get the wrong impression, that he thinks that I enjoy seeing his cock. It didn’t gross me out, but I didn’t want him to think that I was drawn to him physically

Exhaling a plume of smoke, I said, “I can see why Josh wouldn’t mind playing with his ass. I always thought it was a gay thing, even though I know it really doesn’t matter. But after what,” I paused, searching for the right words, “you just did, I can see why guys are into it. It makes sense now.”

“Yeah, you seemed pretty into it.”

He smiled slyly.

“You even called me a bad word.”

I felt my face turn red.

“I feel pretty bad about that,” I admitted. “I never use that word. I’m really sorry.”

“No, I love being called names,” he insisted.

His eyes grew under his arched eyebrows.

“I love to be called a bitch, slut, whore.”

Mark noticed my relief and pleasant surprise.

“Gay dudes never call me a faggot. They feel too uncomfortable. They can call my asshole a cunt or a bussy, but somehow don’t have the courage to shove their cocks down my throat and call me a faggot.”

“I won’t be using your asshole so I will never have a reason to call it a cunt,” I teased, “but I’m relieved to know that I don’t really have to worry about what I say when, you know,” I suggest, tilting my head a bit.

Mark’s cock peaked out of his shorts a little further. He was a sad puppy.

“You want some more, faggot?” I sneered, gripping my cock through my sweats.

I didn’t need another round. But knowing he wanted my cock so bad that he couldn’t keep his cock in his pants inspired me. A few months prior to this interaction would have felt awkward. Familiar and trusting, my lack of attraction to Mark doesn’t factor in. These moments exist separately from the rest of reality.

In one smooth movement, Mark sprung off the couch and moved the coffee table to the side of the room. He laid down on the floor, face-up, most of his cock now exposed and tightly pinned against his leg by the hem of his short shorts.

“I’m not 69ing you,” I said, shaking my head.

“No, it’s not like that. I want you to ride my tongue.”

At first, I was unsure what he meant. But I recalled all the times I said the same thing to girls. Duty calls.

I left my tank top on but removed my sweats quickly. I admit I wanted him to play with my ass again. It felt illegal.

Mark and I happily skipped foreplay. There wasn’t any romance between us. So I jumped right in and winged it.

I placed my feet on either side of Mark’s head and squatted. I used the edge of the couch to steady myself. I looked at my growing cock beginning its curve upward. I saw Mark’s face just beneath my cock and balls. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and strained to stick out his red tongue, the strongest muscle in the human body.

I steadily lowered my asshole over his mouth until it found the part of his mouth that would be inside me. He flicked and drew circles around it. My cock at full mast, my balls hovered above his nose. He tongued my hole lightly for a while, but my legs grew tired. His hands on each of my calves, he felt my legs shaking.

“Sit,” fethiye escort he muffled.

I hesitated. Though not bodybuilding, I did enough strength training to know my weight might be of some concern. But I strained, so I sat right on his tongue.

Mark’s tongue went in and out of my hole again. Heavenly. I put my entire weight on Mark’s face and he didn’t care. My hole relaxed. My asscheeks engulfed his jaw. I felt his chin at the top of my hairy crack. My balls went up to his eyes. My skin melded with his. He breathed in through his nose, where I rested my taint.

In the midst of the heat and sweat and new sensations, I took time to appreciate the situation. When I’m with a girl, I like to please her as much I as I like to be pleased. But Mark is a man, and I just wasn’t interested in pleasing him. I felt sympathy for him, having to hold in that load until he got home. But I enjoyed not having to concern myself with someone else’s pleasure. I could do whatever I wanted, and if I had gone too far, Mark would tell me.

I gyrated around Mark’s tongue in small movements. My ass felt amazing but my cock, which had dripped pre-cum onto Mark’s forehead, needed attention. I lifted my ass off his tongue and into the air. I pushed my cock down between my legs with one hand, aimed, and shoved my cock into his mouth.

“Eat my pre-cum, faggot,” I commanded, trying to shove my cock further down his throat. The upward curve of my cock prevented him from swallowing it whole. I pulled my cock in and out of his mouth, rocking my hips up and down, my balls hitting his chin in rhythm.

Mark put his hands on my thighs. “Wait,” he interrupted, “Turn around.”

I turned my back to the couch and put each foot on either side of his face again. I positioned my cock to be sucked again. Without the couch to steady me, I leaned over Mark’s torso. His cock, (still stuck to his thigh but steadily flowing pre-cum) was now less than a foot away from my face.

Before I could overthink his dick’s proximity, my cock passed the barrier and made it all the way down his throat. Between our torsos, I saw his chin nesting in my pubes. He gently pressed his thumb against my hole, adding to the sensations.

I pushed my crotch further into his mouth, expecting Mark to motion me to stop as his head pressed further into the carpet. The only resistance I encountered were his attempts to press his face further into my body. I started my rhythmic face-pounding again. I let him get some air before each round.

I lifted my head, dizzy from hanging upside down. Mark jacked the length of his cock. I somehow missed his hand moving from my asshole to the base of his cock; the other, from my fuzzy asscheek to grip and tug at his cock. The tip of the head was nearly two inches from my nose.

Although I spent months avoiding this very moment, deep down I knew it would come. I knew I would get closer to him than I ever intended. I had traded seeing a dude’s face in between my legs for a cock in my own face. I wasn’t aroused at the proximity of his cock, but part of me felt like he deserved to pleasure himself. He had given me what I wanted so many times. Besides, the ultimate test was whether or not the sight of Mark jacking off in front of me would make me lose my boner. It had no effect on me either way. It came with the territory.

Ready for more rimming, alanya escort pulled my cock out of Mark’s mouth and sat back on my ankles. I couldn’t see his face at all. My balls hung over his chin. His tongue was back where it belonged. Although I could still see Mark jack his pre-cum-covered dick, I was now at a safe distance.

I threw my head up. I closed my eyes. When Mark takes one step forward, I take two. I gyrated my hips some more. I moved my hole from his nose to his chin, up and down. His tongue lay flat, a runway for my ass crack. I ran my hole across it with abandon.

I didn’t last much longer. Mark’s tongue, his face, the way I got to use them however I wanted: it was gloriously too much. Rarely, I would tell Mark when I was going to cum, and this was one of those times.

Only once I came on Mark, not in him. He had given a great Sunday blow job, as expected, and asked me to jack off on his face. He stuck his tongue out flat, with his mouth wide open, ready to be fed. He closed his eyes and I gave him what he wanted. I came on his tongue. One spurt went into a nostril, two more landed on his forehead and hair, and on his chin. However, we both decided later that night, before round two, that it was more pragmatic for him to swallow it.

This time I wasn’t going to cum anywhere near his face. This position was great and I was going to ride it out until the end. When I felt the rumbling of an eruption I stopped moving my hips. I lost all control and sat on his face, expecting him to move me if it hurt. He kept his hands on his cock, jerking it more intensely.

I came. I came everywhere. When I cum, I shoot. But this time I sprayed…everywhere. Some landed on the carpet. Like fireworks dot the sky, I splattered his stomach with cum. I saw it land on his hands and his cock, in his bellybutton, and the last few drops fell on his chest. Instinctively I lifted myself up to put my cock in his mouth so he could clean the cum off it. I regretted that.

Mark jacked himself furiously. I, still delirious from my orgasm, shaking a bit from my sensitive cock being sucked now, found myself facing his cock again. But this time it was exploding.

During one of my many moans echoing the ripple effects of my orgasm, Mark came. A clear shot landed in my mouth. Without thinking, I closed my lips. I tasted the sweetness of it on my tongue. I quickly stood up, then the bitterness set in. I never told Mark that he got cum in my mouth that night. I certainly never told him that I swallowed it. Maybe I swallowed it to even the playing field. Or quell the imaginary dialogue in my head. “You never returned the favor,” I imagined him saying. Well, I had.

After stealthily swallowing Mark’s cum, I looked down at him. He panted, soaked in our cum. I grabbed a towel from the kitchen, but he had already gotten dressed. His gray tee clearly bore the cum plaster he had just received.

“I’m just going to go home and cum on myself again, so it doesn’t matter,” he shrugged.

He gathered his stuff. We barely mustered words. Something, something, next week, something-something, bye.

But before Mark closed the front door behind him, he turned to me, tired and soaked, and said, “You should let me know if Josh ever decides to visit you.”

Mark winked before he closed the door.

I found my phone on the couch. Before I took a second step towards the bathroom for a much-needed shower, I froze. A notification on my phone.

Josh.

“Hey man, good! How are you? I was just thinking the other day about coming down to visit you. What’s your schedule like?”

Mark must have texted Josh when I handed him my phone.

Goddamnit, Mark.

In Part 5 we meet Josh, Brian’s straight high school friend with whom he once jacked off.

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I’ve always been quite a passionate, loving, caring kind of partner but sometimes I like to spice things up a little but who doesn’t?

My boyfriend is a dance instructor so he needs to look after his body and take good care of it and always be in good shape. The style he teaches is ballroom but he also dabbles into the Latin side of things also this means he loves to salsa and rumba too.

It’s very energetic work being a dancer and instructor, and me being a passionate cook love to cook for him when her returns from work.

People who know me would find that quite funny really because well me and my boyfriend are like chalk and cheese with our styles.

Not saying that this is a bad thing but he’s a very professional type and me well I am more of a scally/chav type I love to wear things like Addidas and Nike and yes I will admit I do love my bling and caps, I hate stereotypes but this is one that’s true.

Most nights he comes home and dinner will either be ready for him on the table or I will be in the process of slaving over a hot stove cooking it from scratch.

I always usually text him why he’s at work to see how he is and how his day is just because I’m nice like that as I say but the reply wasn’t as happy as I normally get, he was having a bit of a bad day so I decided it was time I treated him and cheer him up.

So before he came home I decided to run him a nice hot bubble bath light some candles on and a nice glass of Pinot Grigio in a chilled glass, perfect for someone as great as he was.

I heard the key slot into the door and the lock detach as he undid the door to come in and heard him giresun escort shout “hey baby” as he walked in so with a glass of wine in hand I greeted him at the door and gave him a kiss hello.

I asked him how his day was and he just rolled his eyes at me “don’t ask” he said so I gave him a hug and told him to follow me. I took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom.

“Close your eyes” I said as we reached the door, he closed them and I opened up the door and with a big smile shouted “surprise” he looked at me and proceeded to get undressed and into the bath.

I gave him a kiss on the forehead and told him I was going to make a start on dinner, closed the door and left him to have a long soak. I went straight into the bedroom and took off my trackies and my underwear and traded them for a pair of joggers but they were not your typical type of sweat pants but these had the bum and crotch cut out of them.

Basically they were a chav version of chaps but instead of them being leather they were just more comfortable, after I put these on my cock swinging freely and my bare arse on show I made my way into the kitchen and proceeded to cook our dinner.

Tonight I felt like doing something different so decided to make a lasagne from scratch, once I had it all cooked I assembled it, placed it in a dish and layed the sauce and cheese on top.

As I was about to open up the oven door I hear the wet footsteps of my bf walking towards the kitchen, so I decide to stick my arse out and flash it so that when he walked in he would see me stood there in a compromising yalova escort position.

He turns the corner and sees me there so I decide to turn around and flash him my fully flaccid penis the full 5” cut cock just there waiting to be taken.

He got lifted up onto the kitchen counter and spread my legs, the towel dropping from his waist exposing him and his man beast to me, I look down and just start growing hard, he takes my 10″ into his mouth getting in as much as he could fit inside.

His tongue working its way around the top of my penis, being cut it makes it so much more sensitive for me and it’s just an incredible sensation.

I grabbed him by the back of his head and thrust my meat deep inside him making him gag and choke on me the sound just made me throb harder and push faster my momentum building my climax getting closer by the second.

He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet turned me around and bent me over the kitchen side spread my cheeks and started to lick my hole getting it deep inside, his saliva lubricating me ready for him to put his cock inside.

I start to feel my legs turning to jelly my knees buckling making a banging sound against the kitchen cabinets I feel him slip in two fingers getting my hole and stretching it pulling me apart exposing me making me feel humiliated but I was enjoying it too much to want him to stop.

I feel him spit a couple of times on my hole making it get more and more wet.

He stands up and spit on his own cock and rubbed his saliva into it giving himself a bit of lubrication and then bent me yozgat escort forward and shoved it in, treating me like a dirty naughty boy like

I felt, it was like he was punishing me for my good behaviour.

I reached around behind me trying to grab onto his bum squeezing it between my fingers but he pushed my hand away and started to pound harder.

He nibbles on my ear making me start to scream, hearing this he puts his hand around my mouth to try shutting me up ensuring I wouldn’t make a noise, and the other hand made a tight grip around my cock.

He starts to wank me off while nibbling on my ear and fucking me in a rough manor all with my mouth was being covered so I couldn’t scream with pleasure, he withdrew from me and then with a force rammed it back into me causing a slight sharp pain.

He did this a couple of times as my body started becoming used to it, I was close to shooting my load so he stopped everything and just fucked me until he was ready for me to come.

As he came closer to depositing his seed in me he continued to wank me off and nibble my ear after thirty seconds of him continuing this I was ready to shoot, my legs became jelly again.

I shoot my load all over the kitchen cabinets it also falling to the floor, the muscles in my body begin to seize up making my arse clench around his meat I did this just as soon as he was about to start cumming making it come out faster and making his orgasm last longer.

I pull myself off of him and get to my knees taking him into my mouth and sucking him dry the rest of his cum lubricating my throat filling my stomach with his delicious hot, sticky liquid.

I wiped up the cum from the floor, wanting to go for a shower before I had dinner but he wouldn’t allow it, telling me that I’m to keep it inside me until he said it was ok to release it.

He’s never really been the dominant type since I have been with him but this is one side of him I cannot wait to explore further.

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