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It was my first night at the ‘Gentleman’s club’; my boyfriend wanted to show me off to the world for my 18th Birthday. I was shy and wasn’t sure I could dance in front of all the men. I told myself I could do it to make Bill happy. Before we left my boyfriend’s apartment Bill said I need to be hot and juicy before I could show off. He started playing with pussy, I have very large lips that really swell when I am excited. He never really let me get off, he brought me to the edge several times ; I was screaming to get off, but to no avail.

It was about 7pm I had to show at 9 pm, so I found my skimpiest bikini I owned a thong witch little to the imagine and other items. He wanted me to get there early so I could do a crash course on dancing on the pole. I loved to dance, every night I would do what I thought was a sexy strip for him. I never had a pole but it should it should be easy to dance on a pole.

At 7:15 we got to the club I saw all the very sexy girls there and got cold feet. After talking to my boss which make me do a lap dance for him, which made him hard instantly; he told me to strip down and patted me. Felt my 36C breasts, my love firm legs and lingered at my pussy and stuck one finger in and I flinched. He told me he casino oyna need to see how tight my pussy was, he didn’t worn out and gaped open like a air port hanger. I ask if I passed his inspection? With flying colors and he may take me to the VIP room himself and have some real fun. He told me to get dressed patted my ass and go back stage.

I went back stage set down and started to cry, I didn’t know what to do. Scared to death shaking in my shoes frozen with fear. One of the veteran dancers ‘Dallas’ came up to me ask if I was a ‘newbie’. I said I was and had no idea what to do or how to do it and was scared out of my skin. She told me with my long dark hair and as she said my Fab body I could just stand still and have a garter full of money. I said my boyfriend want me to put on a real show a real show and I don’t think I can do it now, and started tearing again. She said I’ll fix you up and give you a crash course. She said come over and lets get some make up on. I was at the end of the dressing table no other girls was close to us. She made me up so I looked like a doll, smoky eyes, fake tattoos, then she said lets see that pussy and see if we can make it stand out a little. She got on her knees, told me to spread my thighs so slot oyna she could get to work. She started spreading my lips and applying pressure on my clit. She did this a few times and my pussy reacted, look like they were blown up like balloons. She said my, my you do respond. She kept playing with me and I was getting very wet. I told her my boyfriend had gotten me so close to cumin but then he stopped and left me horny. Dallas said no wonder I was a mess, I didn’t need to be in such an excited state, it would make me too excited to be relaxed on the floor.

So Dallas started playing with my nipples, I ask what she was doing? She said picking up where my boyfriend had stopped. I told her I have never had sex with a woman before and , she stopped me and said we do this all the time for each other helps us perform better which means more money in the garter.

Dallas went back to my nipples, she was squatted on her ankles, right in line with my 36C’s. She started caressing my tits then gently sucking on my nipples, doing little circles and figure 8’s on my nipples. I could being to feel my pussy getting wetter than I have ever felt it before. He hand slipped down to my pussy and started playing with my clit gently flicking it with canlı casino siteleri her long finger nails, scraping from my ass hole up to my pussy. She started slowly inserting a finger nail into me while nursing my nipples. I laid my head on he should and started biting the nape of he neck. She said you like don’t you kid. All I could do was whimper yes.

She shifted to her thighs and was in ling with my nearly squirting pussy. She spread my ballooned pussy lips and started flicking my clit with her tongue, then started sucking me, and pulling on my clit with her lips. Then I felt a finger in my pussy and a finger sliding into my ass.

I was so wet she had little resent inserting her finger into my asshole. I was laying on her back almost in tears from the joy of feeling so sexy and so hot. She had a thumb all the way in my pussy and a finger in my ass the she pinched he finger and thumb to gather and started pulling on me, he hit my G-spot and it was over for me I started to squirt. She dropped down and started sucking hard on my pussy and drinking all of the juice that was pouring out of me.

She stood up and wiped my juice from her mouth with a finger, then offered her finger to me, that was the first time I have ever gotten off with another chick and the first time I have ever suck my cum off the finger of a woman. As for the dance; don’t remember a thing but I did have 5’s 10’s and 20’s in my garter.

I may have found my profession.

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Apologies for my apparent case of dropped-off-the-face-of-the-Earth-itis.

I had a momentary attack of self-pity and then Christmas happened and then studying for exams happened, so I’ve been under the radar for a while.

The fact that comments keep coming is a real boost to me and I’m finally back in action.

This thrilling instalment comes with a dedication to Mr. Waddie Greywolf, whose ideas were helpful in writing this chapter. Sorry that “any day now” became 5 months.

I’m now on Twitter. Feel free to twat me @BienClar

PS. Anyone who finds the correct version of Caesar’s translation gets a character named after him or her in my next story. There are number of clues hidden within this chapter. Email me with your response and I’ll either congratulate you or shatter your hopes and dreams. Only the first three people will win the prize so get researching. Thinking about it, this is ridiculously obscure and I would actually be surprised if someone got this, but I hope you prove me wrong.

***

Owen hit the ground. Hard. At least it felt that way. In reality, he had simply been returned to his mortal body with more force than was technically necessary. The thwack was just an added bonus. He groaned, rolled onto his side and vomited.

“Wonderful,” he moaned, “just perfect.”

After careful inspection of his own sick, he realised that the stuff was tar black and bubbling menacingly. There was a small animal, more like a snake than anything else that was squirming in the puddle. It cried out in what seemed like abject rage and pain then stopped moving abruptly, as though allergic to the air around it. Owen backed up quickly, but was suddenly jerked off his knees by a strong pair of arms wrapping themselves around his chest. He felt himself melting into the slightly furry embrace of his beloved captor.

“You had me worried for a minute there.” The deep voice rumbled, vibrating soothingly. “I thought you were dead. Don’t ever make me think that again.” The voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, but at the same time it seemed to be inside him. He swivelled slowly and looked up into two blue eyes that shone like stars. They were, thankfully, imbedded in the face of a smiling man with rough stubble and a broad, lupine face.

Owen felt he was missing something. He groped himself briefly, reassuring himself that – yes – all his prized organs were still in place.

The young Daemon was really starting to worry that they had forgotten something. His memories were slowly pulling themselves together and a shape was forming in his mind. Just as the realisation hit him, so did the Widow. He was pushed onto his back as she barrelled into Fenris, knocking the giant werewolf over.

She had reverted to her wing form, probably to provide an advantage over the land-bound werewolf. She started rain fire down on the two, but Fenris flexed his palms and the air shimmered, deflecting the fire. He started blasting his own magical pot-shots into the sky, but none of them collided successfully. Owen was hurled away roughly and landed face down in the bushes, his face red.

“What the fuck Fen?” He cried, “You could have killed me.” He had had quite enough brushes with his own mortality for one day.

Fenris’ attacks finally struck the flying creature, knocking her out of the sky with a growl of triumph.

“You dare to attack that which is mine?” The feral giant roared at the agonised creature. “You dare to cross that walls that separate our worlds?” He spoke in a voice tinged with power that threatened to tear the Daemon apart merely from the unrelenting force of his words. Indeed, it seemed as though strips of the monster’s flesh were being torn away as it cowered beneath the werewolf.

“P-please!” The Widow begged, her voice cracking in fear. “Spare me! None shall cross again, I swear it.”

“Your pleas mean nothing foul creature.” Caesar crooned at the dying Daemon, a twisted mockery of joy on his lupine face. “The moment you crossed, you were doomed. The moment you struck the Vessel, you were damned.”

“But perhaps if she can guarantee it…” Fenris began, his tone retaining the inestimable rage it held before even as he turned his head.

“She would say anything to save her skin; she does not have the power to prevent the others even if she were telling the truth. Besides, with the Vessel dead no more will be able to cross after she is silenced.” Owen realised that, given what he had been told, he must be the Vessel they were referring to so bitterly. He remembered what the old man had said to him about the other worlds that coexisted with this one, finally understanding what he had been saying.

Owen staggered to his feet and he dragged himself over to the three even as his body screamed. He had to make them stop. Stop the werewolves from killing the Widow. If he saw Fenris strike the final blow he would never be able to forget the image no matter how hard he tried. There was something about his movements casino siteleri that felt odd, he seemed to feel much more graceful as he planted one foot in front of the other.

“STOP!” He cried and three faces turned to stare at him as he collapsed on his side. “Don’t kill her!” He rose again and forced himself to move towards the trio. Sensing the momentary confusion of her enemy, the Widow slashed at Fenris’ torso and he was forced to jump back to escape the jagged points. She leapt into the sky once more.

The Widow changed tactics, throwing spears of darkness that she conjured from her hands. None of them landed on Fenris, but they fenced him in. Before Owen could shout a warning, the ring of spears was struck by bolts of lightning and a dome formed that stopped Fenris from moving. He tried blasting the dome away but the magic was deflected back at him, rebounding within the confines of the trap.

“With your protector immobilised, there’s nothing left to stop me.” The Widow advanced, her face caked in blood but with a deranged grin etched across it. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks, a confused look on her face. “Impossible… No, it’s impossible. When the binding is complete, nothing can reverse it. You shouldn’t be able to…”

She cast her eyes heavenward and screamed. “You aren’t supposed to interfere!”

A familiar presence, like the touch of an old friend, settled over Owen and he knew what he had to do. He placed one hand on the ground and one over his heart. The instructions were fixed in his mind, though he didn’t know where they were coming from. He reached into the crackling earth beneath him and drew out a single black arrow, tipped with a ruby head. He cast the symbols in his mind and used the arrow to cut his skin and draw bloody runes on his bare arms that danced and shifted as he watched. He wasn’t entirely sure what they meant, but at the same time, he knew it was a way to help Fenris.

The blood-ink sank into the skin, etched onto the surface. A momentary knife of pain coursed through him and then as he watched the skin darkened to black, the fingers stretched and sharpened into furious talons.

With a bellowing roar, he charged forward and sank his new, terrible teeth, into the neck of the stunned Widow. Fenris watched him attack, filled with dread and awe at the power his lover possessed.

“You will NEVER hurt the ones I love again!” He placed his claws over her stomach and in one swift movement sundered her body in two, slicing the spine with the ferocity of his strike.

Her severed ends began to merge together even as soon as he had thrown them apart. At the moment of joining, she tried to scramble away but he roared and she was blown off her feet. She morphed into the spider-monster in a last ditch attempt to escape but the balance of her legs was wrong and she sprawled onto the ground once more.

The Widow struck out desperately with a barbed claw, but the blow was met by a solid wall that hung invisibly between her and Owen. A high note rang out at the contact and the Widow moaned as though the noise were harming her. The Owen-creature spoke again and small symbols tumbled from its mouth, hanging in the air before spinning in circles around the Widow’s head, forming a blazing arc that tightened and tightened until it touched her skin. At the point of contact, black scales became white feathers that fluttered in the breeze. The Widow screamed again, but as the transformation racked her body, she began to quiet.

***

“Return to the arms of your Creator. Your pilgrimage is over.” Caesar intoned as he realised what was happening. He knew in that moment that the creature was indeed still Owen.

Fenris could feel the power radiating from the monster, and he stepped forward to touch its skin, but the same wall that protected it from the Widow stopped his large fingers from making contact. Its head turned slightly towards him but there was no apparent recognition. The beast focused on the Widow once more as her extra legs changed to luminescent white feathers and her many eyes drew together into a single pair that shone like a rainbow. The damage to her body was slowly undone as she reached out a delicate hand to stroke the Owen-creature’s face.

“I am sorry for my actions.” She intoned in a light voice as she stared into Owen’s eyes. “My mind was clouded with anger. But now I see. I see that Balance is the only way. My soul is now purified Brother. Please send me on.”

New symbols coursed through the air from Owen’s mouth, forming a patch of yellow light. The Widow walked forward on trembling legs, though her face was void of fear or anxiety. She turned to Fenris with a smile on her beautiful face.

“Love is the flower whose blossom never withers.” She said as she stepped through into the light. “Remember this always and the answer will come.” With that, she vanished from view, though a light giggle was left dancing in the air behind her.

When she was gone, Owen turned on Fenris, slot oyna his body still transformed, his claws and teeth bloody and sharp.

“Look out!” cried Caesar and Fenris managed to move just in time to avoid the swipe at his throat.

“Bloody hell! I thought we’d already done this bit!” The seal placed on Owen was still there, glowing yellow and pulsating worryingly.

It became clear after a few minutes of dodging and parrying that this Daemon-Owen was incapable of using magic due to the effects of Fenris’ seal. Using this as an advantage, Fenris blew the Daemon of its feet with a powerful gust of wind and bent over to catch his breath.

“Caesar, what can we do?” he asked plaintively. He couldn’t bear the thought of killing Owen when he had only just got him back. The slim boy was now turned into this monstrosity before him and there was nothing he could think of to help.

“Ummmm…. uhhhhh…..” Caesar seemed to be putting off telling the younger werewolf, as though his reply would be distasteful.

“Hurry up! I can’t keep him pinned forever!”

“Well the thing is… You know when Hunter werewolves take a mate… And they uhhhhh… make love.”

“You’re shitting me right?” There was not a hope in hell of that happening.

“Nope. That’s the only way to ensure that he becomes yours forever. The only way to secure the seal for the rest of time. I’m not sure what the effects of the mating will be on a non-werewolf, but it should all be fine.”

That was a lot of variables, but apparently, he had no choice.

Fenris got down on all fours and concentrated, try to avoid the agony of the change to stop at the exact precise moment he needed to. The unique gift of the Hunters, aside from prodigious strength and speed, was the ability to stop their transformation part-way through and become what was known as a Draugr. A creature with a human mind and a werewolf’s strength.

Standing eight feet tall, the Draugr Fenris was an intimidating sight and as he bore down on the Daemon, it seemed to cower. At this point, the reader may be wondering why Fenris didn’t just turn into a Draugr and defeat the Widow in one attack. The answer to that is as follows: despite having the mind of a human, that mind is fairly one-track.

“Oh bloody hell!” cried Caesar as he watched the Draugr approach the Daemon, licking its lips as it stared at the firm figure that lay before it. Despite the horrific change to its appearance the Daemon was still objectively attractive with strong muscles and a steely jaw line, but the main thing that drew the lumbering Draugr towards it was that it still smelled of Owen.

The Draugr sank down in front of the Daemon and rolled over to expose its belly. Caesar facepalmed and turned his back on the pair of them, although with a direct link to Fenris’ mind he could still tell what was going on behind him. He should have guessed that the giant macho werewolf would be a bottom, should have known it all along.

Fenris still had the body of a man, though it seemed to have been stretched proportionally in each direction and was now covered in short fur that covered every inch of his body apart from the weighty cock now laying against his belly. He whined and moaned, begging the Daemon to lay down with him, to mount him , to claim him.

It obliged, forced by the seal on its chest. It thrust in in one harsh motion that drew a cry of exultation from the Draugr Fenris. The piercing assault seemed to affect the Daemon as well for it raked Fenris’ back with claws that seemed to be receding.

In fact, the Daemon’s whole body seemed to shrink until it was the same size as Owen had been. As the Daemon’s midnight black dick punched in and out of Fenris’ abused hole, the horns on its head fell away and disintegrated to dust that blew in the wind. The sharpened talons turned pink and soft, the mouth full of gnashing teeth becoming soft and ruby-lipped.

As Owen began to emerge from the Daemon’s form, so too did Fenris revert to his natural state. Still mid-fuck, Owen’s body became entirely his own and he grabbed onto Fenris’ rock hard cock and began to stroke it, feeling the iron velvet beneath his hands and continuing to spear his lover with his dick.

Fenris had diminished to his normal height and with it regained his senses and batted Owen’s away so that he could reach up and kiss him as they fucked face to face. Owen’s moans were complemented by Fenris’ as the fire that burned between them grew stronger.

The grass they lay on became scorched as Fenris’ magic began to leak out into the surroundings, the ardour of his lust given form by the power in his core.

As Owen continued to rub ceaselessly against his prostate, Fenris groaned and with one last thrust came in a fluid arc that splattered against Owen’s soft chest. The contractions within Fenris’ hole became too much and the friction drove Owen over the edge too. They both collapsed, exhausted and totally at ease.

***

Apollo was furious. canlı casino siteleri It didn’t happen often; in fact, it had only occurred once in the last three hundred years. His spies had just informed him of the Council’s decision to barricade themselves behind a shield of magic, but he hadn’t believed it until he had seen the dome with his own eyes. The vampire was firing spell after spell at the enchanted wall, but not even a dent. He could no longer smell the sulphurous tinge in the atmosphere that indicated the presence of the toxic Chaos, which meant that there was no reason to maintain the shield. But it was impossible without two other sources of magic to form the new Triumvirate.

A snivelling acolyte waddled up to him and started to form words, but Apollo cut him off with a decisive click of his fingers, sealing off the insignificant whelp’s air supply. He left the tunnel, leaving the suffocating insect to clutch at its throat. It was Apollo’s curse to be surrounded by relative mediocrity, he knew, but this was just too much to handle. He called for Lycia, his second in command, to approach. The copper-haired vampiress swept forward and knelt before her lord. He rolled his eyes at her pathetic display but didn’t say anything. He coughed and she rose again.

“M’lord, it would seem that another source of energy has been detected. Until recently it was two energy signatures, but one of them has disappeared.”

“Species?”

“One was certainly lupine in origin, but the other is stumping our scientists.”

“How recently?”

“Literally moments ago. It appeared for the briefest of moments and nearly broke our measuring equipment, then vanished.”

“Do you know why? Is it the same type of power detected earlier?”

“No to both counts M’lord, but-“

Jesus Christ! He had come out of hiding specifically for the purpose of pooling resources, but it seemed as though there was nothing to be gained from working with the others of his kind. He had felt the two power sources for the past week or so, sensed them drawing ever closer together until they had collided. Neither had diminished in intensity until mere hours ago when one had simply winked out like a broken bulb.

Apollo began to walk past the vampiress, ignoring her confused expression. It was so typical of these modern vampires, all talk and no action. In his day, they had been ferocious killers who had almost driven the humans and werewolves to extinction, but now they were disorganised and lazy. He had a mind to take each rotten one and gut them like a fish, just as he had during the war. But he remembered that times had changed, he was now the last of the older generation and all that remained were watered down versions of his noble ancestors.

Apollo closed his eyes and shifted. The spatial magic sent him flying through the air and he landed with a clang on a vinyl floor. Damn! He was so unused to using his magic that even shifting was becoming difficult. It was a shame that such powerful magic was now beyond the capabilities of all of his modern descendants, but instantaneous relocation was a skill that few had managed even in his own day. He looked around him with keen interest as he stood up and brushed the accumulated dirt off his black leather attire.

It seemed that he was in a bathroom, judging from the smell of urine and disinfectant at least, but beyond that, he had no real idea of his position. A new scent of sizzling bacon started to waft under the door to the lavatory. His canines elongated with pleasure at the smell, but he quickly retracted them as he stepped out. He was assaulted by a plethora of aromas as he set foot in what appeared to be a public house of some kind. There was a kitchen area that seemed to serve balls of paper or small cardboard boxes, but the smell made Apollo think of the local butcher of the small village he grew up in as a child. The air was filled with the sounds of life, life that he had been kept away from for so many years. There were crying children, yelling mothers, bored fathers and dour-looking teenagers that sulked in corners. It was nice to see that, despite the passage of centuries, some things never changed. His forked tongue flicked out, as he tasted the air.

The energy source was very close by; he could almost feel the waves of power. The night air was cold as he stepped out from the restaurant, but the cool had no effect on his deathly pale skin. He stepped forward into the road that ran past the restaurant and a car swerved to avoid him. An angry voice yelled at him but he paid it no mind. Instead, he took another step, this time wary of the approaching cars, and crossed to the other side. His nose twitched as he drew even closer to the Lycanthropic energy source.

***

‘I wonder what his problem is?’ thought Owen as he scratched behind one ear.

There was a slim young man staring through the windshield of the car that Fenris, with a little instruction from Caesar, had hotwired. He was smiling in a way that made you think he hadn’t done it for some time. He couldn’t have been more than thirty and he was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, but he exuded a kind of aloofness that made him seem much older than his appearance suggested.

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Some of this is true and it then develops into fantasy. The reader can decide at which point the true departs.

*

I was in my very last year of school, 18 years old, excited and frustrated about sex of all kinds. Horny. Very. Girls, men, anything.

My friend Max and I headed off into the school woods. We used to play a bit together sometimes, we were horny and just trying things out really. I pulled his trousers down and was just starting to stroke his cock when the bushes rustled and there before me was a senior teacher, Mr Kayne. Caught in the act. Trouble. Big trouble.

We hastily pulled ourselves together and got the usual telling off. Depraved behavior, letting the school down and all that stuff. Then Mr Kayne told us that we would both come and see him in his study that evening for correction and that we were to tell no one. We both knew what that meant.

I waited outside the door of Mr Kayne’s study and listened to the harsh punishment of my friend as he got the traditional six. Fear mounted in my belly. I was next. Max came out of the room caressing his backside with tears in his eyes and a flushed face. No words passed between us. He shuffled off down the corridor. I was called forward. “Come in to my study now boy.”

There stood Mr Kayne before a wide brown leather armchair with a slender bamboo cane in his hand. I would like to tell you that Mr Kayne was a good looking young man, tall and interesting, but he wasn’t. He was just an ordinary, middle aged teacher in a tweed jacket and black trousers with a sharp crease down the front. I would find out more about him in a little while.

“Come over here and sit down.” I sat down where he told me and looked at him nervously.

“What you have done is very dirty and you need to be punished. You know that this is very serious. Normally I would pass this straight on to the headmaster, you would be expelled immediately and casino siteleri your parents would be informed. What have you got to say? “

“Please Sir,” I begged, “I want to stay here and would hate for my parents to know about this.” I said in a trembling voice.

“Now there may be a way to ease your punishment and to pass over the formalities but you will need to do as I tell you and you will tell nobody. You will still need to be punished but I will be lenient. Do you understand? “

“Yes Sir, please Sir, I dont want my parents to know. I will do anything that you tell me. Thank you Sir! ” Came my reply.

“Very good. Now stand up and take your shoes and socks off and bend over the armchair.” I did as I was told, not quite sure where this was going. I remember the smell of the leather as I bent forward.

Mr Kayne stood looking for a moment then played the cane softly across my buttocks. He then gave a short sharp flick of his cane. It stung, not pain, but enough to focus my attention.

“No, no this wont do,” he said. “Now stand up and take your trousers and pants off and bend over again.” I started to protest but he gave me a severe look and I realized that I was in no position to refuse. I also knew that this was not usual. With added nervousness I did as he told me and bent over the chair my cock and balls coming into contact with the soft leather, my white bottom exposed and vulnerable. I waited.

Mr Kayne stepped forward and ran the palm of his hand across my tight white bottom, gently, feeling the smooth flesh. He then eased my crack open ever so slightly so that I could feel the cold air. Then he let go and stood back a bit. He then let the cane fall sharply across my bottom in a well placed blow. It stung like hell. He stepped forward and stroked me again where the thin red line was forming. The pain and pleasure mixed together. He reached gently through my legs and felt my soft slot oyna cock and held it in his hand. My cock started to swell.

“Good. We are beginning to understand each other now,” he said. “Now stand up and take all your clothes off so I can look at you.” I stood up and stripped off and stood naked before him, my young cock erect and pulsing.”Now bend over the chair.” I did as he told me feeling excited and exposed. He let the cane fall across my bottom again then stepped forward and warmed my buttocks with the palm of his hand. This time he was more definite and reached through and started to stroke my stiff cock. At the same time with his other hand he wet a finger and probed it gently into my opening. “Now reach round boy and pull your bottom open.” By now, with a mixture and pain and pleasure I was getting very excited. I pulled my bottom open as he instructed me. He wet his finger again and slid it in a little way, then pulled out. He stood up and let another stripe fall across me. “Now open your bottom boy,” he said in a more imperative voice. I did as he told me and then to my surprise he put the thin end of the cane at my entrance and slid it up inside me gently and moved it back and forward giving a strong and exciting warm feeling. He pulled out and told me to stand up.

“You will now get my cock out and we will continue with your correction,” he said. I knelt down and unzipped his trousers and worked my way in so as to bring out his large and semi erect penis. This was new for me. A mans uncut cock. He was substantial with thick hair and huge balls hanging down, bigger than anything I had seen before. I played with his balls and stroked his cock as he stiffened, then I ran my tongue across the head of his cock. I pulled his foreskin back and licked his red helmet.”Take me in your mouth,” he ordered. I did as he told me. He tasted musky and sexy dirty. The head of my cock was sticky now and hard as hell.

“Now canlı casino siteleri bend over the chair and we will continue with you punishment,” he instructed me.

I did as he told me. He reached through and started to wank me, then stopped.

“Have you ever been fucked up the bottom before?” He asked.

“No Sir never, please dont Sir! You will hurt me you are far too big,” I mumbled.

He stood back and let me have two sharp blows across my peachy bum. These really hurt. Then he stepped forward and slid his finger up me again and stroked my cock. This time he had put some lubrication on his finger and it slid in easily and he started to work my entrance to loosen it up. A second finger. A third. My cock was pulsing, my bottom cheeks still in delicious pain, it all mixed together. Then I felt his hot penis resting between my crack. He moved it up and down . It felt slick and wonderful. Then he positioned it at my tight entrance.

“This will sting at first, then you will know pleasure like you never knew. I am going to take your cherry and you will love it.” With that he pushed forward and the head of his cock split me open just enough for him to enter me and then he waited. It stung like mad but then pain and pleasure had become so entwined it all became a huge sensation. He reached forward and played with my nipples and stroked my bottom while the pain eased off.

“Now I want you to wank your cock hard and tell me when you are about to come.” I did as he told me. I wanked my stiff cock and just as I started to cry out and spurt long streams of white spunk all over his leather chair he slid his cock right up inside me , filling me up with the most full and satisfying sensation. He then slid in and out a few more times and with a low moan I felt my insides go liquid as he spilled his juice deep up inside me. He lay across me, his cock pushed right up to the hilt.

Slowly he eased his cock out of me and white juice dripped down my legs.

“You can go now and I will call for you again,” he said.

I put my clothes on and left the room. “Thank you Sir, thank you for my punishment.”

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I would do anything for my sons. They are my life, and here is our story….

My name is Candy. I am a divorced mother of two strong, tall, muscular boys Billy & Jimmy. Billy is 21, and Jimmy just turned 20 a month ago. Both are out of school now, and both still are living at home. I am 44, and although not skinny, I look very good for my age. I was blessed with 38 dd’s, and all through my life I could make heads turn when I walked by. I do have a bubble butt, but I had never heard any complaints from my occasional dates or my boys. I work as a waitress during the day at a local diner, and with the good tips I can support my two sons and myself.

My boy’s father left me when they were young. When he left me, he felt that family life was not for him, and one day he just left the boys and myself a goodby note and we never seen him again. One thing that the boys didn’t inherit from their father, was the size of their dicks. My ex-husband was much smaller than my boys, who both have 8″ and thick cocks. So I raised them by myself, and they always were there for me if I needed any chores or work around the house done. I dated men off and on but never really got serious with any of them.

My boys have always been into sports, and both participate in local baseball and basketball teams. They are often coming home with their buddies from one of their teams, who I often would catch admiring my body, trying not to be noticed. I am flattered from their naughty leering, but what turns me on the most, are that my sons always had that lustful look in their eyes when they would be near me as well. And I often would go to my room at night and masturbate thinking of them lately.

What caused me to start having sex with my sons occurred about 2 weeks ago. I had come home early as business at the diner was slow that day, and my boss left me go home early. I walked into the house, and as I went to the kitchen, I could hear my boys in the basement. We had a family room down there with a tv, pool table, and furniture. My boys often spent a lot of time down there, and often took their friends down there some nights to join them. I seldom went down there except to clean up or relax when I was alone, but otherwise, it was basically for my boys.

As I walked past the basement door, I could hear the two of them talking. I stopped suddenly when I heard Jimmy telling Billy, “Our mom is hot! What I wouldn’t give to fuck her and suck those big tits.” Not to be outdone, Billy added, “Yeah, I would love to have her suck my cock. Hell, she could do both of us, I wouldn’t complain!”

I gasped as I listened to them talk about me, not knowing I was home. As I said, I spent some nights playing with my cunt thinking of them, but never before this did I seriously think about acting on it. I continued to listen as they continued to talk excitedly, and then I heard Billy tell Jimmy, “Maybe we should tease her, and see if she stops us. I am so hard right now thinking of seeing my mother naked.” Jimmy said, “Maybe we both could double fuck her!”

I knew this would be incest, but I have been really randy lately as I haven’t dated for months. I thought about it some, then decided on how I could seduce my boys, and let them experience what they have only been fantasizing about up to now. So I tip-toed back to my door, and opened and slammed it hard. I walked back over to the kitchen and heard my sons bounding up the steps from the basement.

“Hi mom, you are home early. I missed you mother,” Billy said, then kissed my lips lightly. Jimmy also came up and kissed my cheek and added, “Glad you are home.” Then I looked down and noticed my boys with huge hardons in their jeans. I told them, “I am going to make something to eat. Do either of you have plans tonight?” They both told me no, then I added, “Why don’t the three of us go out to see a movie tonight?”

I remembered we still had a Drive-In movie theater in our town. (I know there aren’t many left, but we still had one.) “We can go to the drive-in tonight, and I heard they had a chick-flick”, I said. They both high-fived each other, then said they couldn’t wait. They went back to the basement and I plotted my seduction of my sons at the movies tonight.

After dinner, I went up to get ready. To seduce them properly, I had to wear as little as possible. So I showered and put on a pair of daringly short daisy-dukes with my thong panties, and a tube top, which was about two sizes too small for my large breasts. We were going to an outdoor movie theater, and it would be just the three of us alone in our car. As I walked back into the kitchen, my two boys just stopped and gawked as they saw their hot mother not wearing a whole hell of a lot.

“Wow mom, you look great!”, they said simultaneously. I replied, “Want me to go put more clothes on guys, if you think this doesn’t look right?” Both said that I was fine, urging me saying that we needed to get going and hoping that they could distract me from changing my mind and putting more clothes on. I grabbed some things and we headed to the movies.

The boys sat in the back casino oyna of the car as I drove to the theater. I could hear some whispering, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. But knowing what I had heard them say in the basement earlier today, I had a pretty good idea it was about me and getting me naked. And I had every intention of letting them. But I knew it turned me on to take control of the seduction, and my thong panties were wet ever since I put them on, as I was so eager to fuck my boys tonight.

When we paid to get in the drive-in, the girl looked in at me and her eyes got big as she saw the tube top barely covering my nipples. I smiled at her as we pulled in and found a spot in the back row. There weren’t very many cars there, so we were alone. “So guys, want me to come back there and sit with you?” Jimmy said, Yeah mom, there is plenty of room!”

I climbed out, and as I got in the back seat I got between the two boys. I knew when he said there was plenty of room, that it wouldn’t be much more. Their thighs were tight against me as I told them to watch the movie. I wasn’t going to do anything at first, but I was getting hot thinking that if they touched me, I would let them. I wanted to tease them a little first.

Soon the movie started, and it was a chick flick. Barely clad cheerleaders were running around kissing and shaking their tits and asses. I peeked at my boys and noticed the huge bulges in their pants, wondering if it was the movie or me. But I just sat still, to see what they would do.

Pretty soon I felt Billy move his hand on my thigh. I sat still as I guess Jimmy saw this and he did too. Then I moved a little bit and they quickly removed their hands and put them back into their laps. Then I told them, “I just can’t seem to keep my tube top up, I think it’s too small!” Jimmy and Billy looked over and stared at my tits, almost willing my top to slide off with their eyes. So not to disappoint them, I subtly shook my shoulders, and they gasped as they saw my tube top just hanging on my now hard nipples. So I went in for the kill, and raised my hands over me, and my tube top slipped to my lap. The boys eyes got as big as saucers, as I told them “Oops, damn this top, it never did really fit right!” I started to pretend to pull it up when Jimmy said, “You don’t have to mom, your tits are beautiful.”

So I left the top laying in my lap, then I said,’Well boys, I got an idea. Pretend I am your date, now what would you do with your dates?” Then my boys each grabbed a boob, and started to feel and pinch my nipples. I started squirming as they explored the topless mother. I enjoyed them roughly pawing my tits, as when I was being handled or fucked rough, it always turned me on more. My panties were a sloppy mess, as I quickly put my arms around their shoulders, and guided their mouths to my breasts. They needed no more encouragement as each sucked in a nipple, and I egged them on. I was moaning and telling my boys to suck harder, as their lips and tongues explored each of my big tits.

They were occupied with sucking my perked nipples, so I reached both my hands into their laps, feeling their cocks. It was the first time I realized how really big they were besides just seeing huge lumps. They groaned as they started to suck my nips harder. I unzipped their shorts, and they assisted me by shimmying out of them quickly. Then they pulled down their underwear, and two big boners popped up into my hands. I wrapped my hands around them, and started giving them each a hand job. I noticed the windows of the car were fogging up, but I didn’t really care if anyone saw us anyways. I was going to have my boys, and no one could stop me. I knew this was incest, but I was so hot I didn’t care. This was my life, and all I wanted was to make my boys happy.

Then I leaned over and took Jimmy’s cock into my mouth. He already had some precum dripping, so I lapped it up. Meanwhile, I felt Billy start pulling my daisy dukes off. I got on my knees to give him better access, and in no time I was divested of my shorts and thong. Now I concentrated on Jimmy, and I sucked him deep into my mouth, taking all 8″ of his cock. “Suck my cock mom, oh that feels so good. Suck me off mom!, he cried out. I alternated between sucking his cock, then I’d lick up and down his shaft, then I’d suck and lick his huge balls. I hadn’t forgot about Billy, and I jumped as his tongue entered my pussy. I was feeling myself reaching my climax as my son knew how to really eat my pussy, and while he had his face buried in my pussy, I came all over it. Jimmy couldn’t take my deep throating his wonderful dick and he grabbed my head and spurted his ejaculations down my throat. I pulled up on it so i could taste his wonderful sperm, gulping and gagging while I rode out my orgasm with Billy, and sucked down every drop of Jimmy’s cum.

Billy was rustling about when I felt his cockhead now at the entrance to my pussy. I took my mouth off of Jimmy’s cock and yelled back, “stick your big, beautiful cock in me Billy. Fuck your mother!” Then he slammed his cock into my gooey, sopping slot oyna wet pussy. I fucked back at him as we worked up a rhythm, and I again went down and started sucking Jimmy again. Before long his cock was rigid and I just nibbled and sucked it, as I wanted him to fuck me next. But right now, Billy was doing a wonderful job slamming into my cunt, I was having one orgasm after another. I was the sandwich between my two boys, and I couldn’t think of anyplace better to be. I fucked and sucked as my boys began to really pound both my mouth and cunt.

Billy then grunted, “I am going to cum mom! I am fucking my mom, it’s a dream come true!” I pulled off of Jimmy and told my other son to cum in my pussy. “Fill me with your seed Billy!” And he pulled me tight and didn’t disappoint me. He shot inside of me and that wonderful feeling of having my pussy walls coated by my own son’s cum made me climax harder than I ever had. I came so hard I actually saw stars, and meanwhile Jimmy was pawing my swinging tits, helping me over the edge, my mouth stretched around his cock. I collapsed on Jimmy, as Billy soon pulled out after, our mixed juices all over my pussy and ass, and dribbling onto his cock, as well as dribbling down my legs.

I took a moment for a breath, then told Jimmy to sit up. I climbed over him, and Billy told me, “Man you have great tits mom. And you are a great fuck!” I grabbed Jimmy’s cock and slowly descended down, inching that huge cock into my slippery cunt. I noticed Jimmy was a little bit wider than his brother, and I had never felt so full cock. I started to ride his dick as Billy got up and stood on the seat, then I slipped his cock into my mouth and gave him the same pleasure as I did his brother earlier. I could taste his spent cum mingled with my juices as I started to suck his cock in deep, while I continued to slam down on Jimmy’s cock. The two boys kept encouraging me to make them cum, and I was not going to disappoint them. I felt so full of cock, as I felt so wonderful that my body felt like it was on fire. As I fucked and sucked my wonderful boys, I knew I would be their personal slut for as long as they wanted me.

Before long, I felt another earth shattering orgasm take hold of me. Jimmy finally let loose in my cunt, and started to flood me with his hot spurts. He shot so much cum into me that it was running out of my pussy and all over him. I was still rapidly sucking Billy, when he grabbed my head and shot come into my mouth. I tried to hold it and savor it, but for a guy who had already cum once, he filled me with what seemed like a gallon of his manjuice. I gulped and sucked until he finally started going limp, savoring how delicious he tasted. I licked the last few traces of his seed of his cock, then I got up and did the same with Jimmy.

We eventually just sat back, all still naked in the back seat as the movie was almost over. I gave each of their cocks one more squeeze, then told them “Your mom is your cock slut. I want you both to use me as much as you want!” “Thanks mom!, they replied, then they each kissed me deeply, tongues sliding deep into my mouth. Then I quickly wanted to get them home to my bed.

“Well boys, time to go home, think you can get these cocks up and fuck me some more?” I asked. “You bet your ass mom!” they said in unison. And that is how it all started…

Billy was up early as he rushed off to see his friends this morning. They were going to play some basketball in another town. I was in the kitchen just in my panties, as now that my boys and I are having sex regularly, we’ve all been walking around the house in various states of undress.

I heard Jimmy come down as I figured he would be running off somewhere soon. I stood at the counter cleaning when he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my neck. “Good morning mother, I love you”, he told me. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass, and I reached around and found him naked. “Hi son, what do you want for breakfast?” I asked. Why mother, how about a blowjob?’

I grinned, “My, are we horny for your mom already?” I turned around and he put his hand on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I’ve grown accustomed to sucking and fucking my boys whenever they wanted, and I wouldn’t deny my son now. I slipped my hand over his rock hard cock, and started to stroke it. “Want your mother to suck you off? Going to feed me your sweet cum?”

“Yes mom, your mouth is so hot. Please blow me!” So, not diappointing my son, I slid his cock into my mouth, while I cupped those sperm filled balls. I pushed it to the back of my throat, and swallowed him whole. I had a lot of practice over the years giving blowjobs, so I was able to avoid gagging. But I also knew that sucking my two boys off was a severe challenge, because 8″ dicks can be a mouthful. I teased him as I my mouth slid back and forth over the full length of his manhood. He was moaning and encouraging me when I pulled my mouth off , which surprised him.

“Billy, I want to give you a surprise this morning”. I got up and reached for the butter on the counter and handed canlı casino siteleri it to him as I continued, “rub some butter on your cock and into my asshole.” I saw his eyes light up as I added, “I am really in need of a good assfuck this morning Jimmy.” I hadn’t let my sons fuck my ass yet, but I figured it was time to let him have my last hole this morning that he hadn’t had his cock in yet.

“Wow mother, Your asshole looks so sexy. I can’t wait to stick my cock in there!”, he told me. Then he slid his buttered filled finger into my ass, as I leaned over the kitchen counter to give him better access, and he was throroughly working the butter around my anus. I was squirming on his fingers when I moaned, “You can fuck me now Jimmy, but take it easy until I get adjusted to it. It’s been a long time since your momma had a cock in there, and never one as big as yours!” He got up and kissed me on the lips as I looked at him, then I felt his cock touching my anal ring.

Slowly he pushed, and I felt his cockhead slip past my my sphincter. I grunted, as already I felt how far he was stretching my asshole. “Go ahead Jimmy, give me a little more”, which he started to slide it in even further. The butter was slippery, but his girth was stretching me wider and it was giving me some pain. But I knew it would only be until I had grown accustomed to him inside of me. He then reached around me, and pulled on my nipples, and when he did that, I bucked my ass back and his whole cock slipped in deep. I groaned, but we just stood there a minute until I said, “Okay Jimmy, start off slow and then pick up speed when I tell you to.”

My obedient son was so gentle, and soon he was fucking my ass at a nice, slow pace. “Your ass is so tight mom, it feels so goooood!” Then I started to move my ass harder against him and told him to fuck me harder. He was molesting my tits and plunging into my bowels, and I was now feeling my cunt juices flowing as I was proud of taking all of my son’s cock into my ass. I moaned and told Billy to fuck me harder, and the nerve endings in my asshole were driving me insane. He slipped one of his hands down to my pussy and started to finger fuck me as he rode my ass.

“You are so wet Mother”, he stated, “And I love your ass, but it’s so tight I can’t hold out much longer!” His fingers that were sawing away in my pussy brought me to an incredible orgasm, and when I pushed back into him, he exploded into my ass. I felt him spurting so much cum that I was feeling it slipping out of my asshole and down my legs. He continued to pump more loads in to me, and I writhed from the excitement. Finally, I collapsed on the counter, and he stayed inside my ass until he softened and slipped out. I then turned around, and got on my knees and licked him clean, tenderly licking and sucking his deflated member.

I got up and I told him, “You fucked me so good son. Let’s go have some breakfast.” And that was how my wonderful day started.

I was coming home from work and walked into my kitchen. Jimmy had left me a note letting me know that he was staying over at a friend’s house tonight. He stays with him every so often, and I wasn’t worried about him. I remembered this morning how he fucked my ass so good. As I was standing there, I heard some voices down in the basement. I walked over to the door and listened.

I heard one of his friends who I knew as Pete, talking to my son saying, “Man your mother is hot. I saw her at the diner the other day and I want to fuck her so bad.” Billy answered, “I know, she is a hot looking woman, isn’t she?” Then I heard other voices of a few other boys telling Billy they would love to see me naked and gangbang me! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but lewd thoughts crossed my mind and I ran my fingers under my skirt and rubbed my pussy. I kept listening as they started describing what they would do to me if they could. Billy finally said, “Just keep your dicks in your pants guys, I doubt my mother will let you fuck her. “I was glad he never mentioned that he was having sex with me during the last two weeks.

I walked up to take a shower. I was so hot and bothered, that I could feel how wet my cunt was as I got into the shower, the juices running down my legs. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind of imagining the boys fucking and sucking me as I played with my pussy until I came hard on my fingers. I finished my shower, put a little make-up on, and went into the bedroom. I stood at my full length mirror, and decided why not let Billy and his buddies have me. It was one of my fantasies that I never had fulfilled, and now was a better time than any to take care of those horny guys.

I just slipped on my robe, and slipped on a pair of high heel shoes. My pussy spasmed as I thought about being practically naked when I walked down into the basement. Then I got my nerve up, and went to the kitchen and stood at the door. I heard them playing pool, so I walked down the steps into the basement. When the guys saw me, their eyes all lit up at seeing the object of their desire. Billy was surprised, but came over to me and kissed my cheek. I looked around, there was Billy and Pete, and 3 other boys from the basketball team. I didn’t really know their names, but they all had those hot athletic bodies. All were in their 20’s, and tall.

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I tried not to laugh at Anya’s shocked face as she was watching her apparently lesbian little sister lick the length of my cock. Jenny was surprisingly good at this; although she hadn’t yet taken my head in to her mouth yet. As she was lowering her tongue to my balls, I put a hand on her head, and stroked her hair. Jenny just kept licking my balls and cock, until Anya snapped out of her shock.

“I think you better put it in your mouth now love, he’s been teased enough,” She instructed, although there was still some shock in her voice.

Jenny did as she was instructed, but only put my head in her mouth. She used her tongue to pull back my foreskin, and tickle the underside of my head. I groaned, but resisted the urge to force her head on my cock. For the first time Jenny raised her hand, and started to play with my balls, she gripped one, and then gripped the other; squeezing my juice out of them. I could fell precome rising to the top of my cock. Jenny pulled her head away, and stared at the pool forming on the tip of my member. I looked over to Anya, and she just smiled back at me. I grinned at her and let Jenny take her time to slowly lick it off.

After Jenny had licked my juices off, Anya quickly intervened and grabbed hold of my cock. I quickly grabbed her head, and shoved it down her throat. But Anya had other ideas; she scrapped her finger nails along my thigh, and I let out a scream. Anya took this opportunity to pull her head away from me.

“This is her first time… I think,” Anya casino siteleri said; but looked round for conformation. Jenny nodded, “I think you should leave the rougher stuff till later!”

I groaned my agreement. So Anya again put my head in her mouth, and started to jerk me off with her hand. She pulled off, and gave my cock to Jenny. Who put it in her mouth, and did the same as Anya. I had been standing up, with the girls lying on the bed until Anya told me to lie down in the middle of them. Whilst Jenny was giving me rather amateur blow job, Anya was driving me wild by tonguing my balls and nibbling at my ball sack. I could feel that I was about to come, because Jenny had spent so much time licking my length, I really needed to come. I groaned, and Anya told Jenny to keep her lips tight around my cock.

I blasted come in to Jenny’s mouth, because I had already came in Anya’s mouth before; I didn’t have much juice left. So Jenny could easily contain my juices in her mouth. I finished coming, and with that Jenny pulled me out, and swallowed my come. Anya then pounced on my cock, licking off the remaining juices.

After we had settled down; with the girls resting in each of my arms, I started off the questioning.

“How long have you been… Bi?” I asked with caution,

“About 20 minutes. The show that you and Anya put on really turned me on, and then the smell and taste of your come was delicious. So I had to see if it was that nice… From the source.” Jenny replied with surprising coolness,

“And slot oyna was it?” I smiled; but Jenny just smiled back.

“Are you alright sis?” Jenny asked; Anya leaned up on her elbow, looked at her sister, and said;

“We need to practise your blow job technique a little,” Anya smiled, and then dropped back down and closed her eyes.

Jenny and I laughed at this and followed suit. I was a bit disappointed that both girls had come-breath and so I didn’t really want to kiss any of them. Anya turned so her back was facing me, and Jenny did the same. I thought that I may as well test the new fruit out, so I turned to Jenny and put my arms round her stomach. By her breathing she was asleep already, and so I reached up to her breast and cupped it. She wasn’t as big as Anya but they were certainly as firm. I sucked, and kissed her neck. I’m not sure when I drifted off to sleep, but I knew what had awoken me; I had a very hard cock resting in between Jenny’s ass cheeks.

I grabbed hold of her leg, and raised it so I my cock had access to her pussy. I teased her pussy lips, with my cock; rubbing them up and down. I reached up to her boobs and tweaked her nipples. She giggled and I knew she was awake. She wasn’t giving any objections to my cock sliding up and down her pussy; so I started to apply a little pressure. I slowly entered her steamy love pot. I had put about half of my length in when Jenny let out a gasp. I held my cock in her; but Jenny told me to keep going. Jenny was moaning canlı casino siteleri now as I reached the hilt. I slowly pulled out, and rested my head inside my girl friends sister. I again pushed back in; but obviously Jenny didn’t like this speed. She started to push her pussy in and out of me with much more speed. I matched her thrusts with my own; and we were soon having a hard and fast fuck. Her ass cheeks were slapping against me, as I moved on top of her. Opening her legs, I started to fuck her missionary. I lowered my head to Jenny’s boobs and started to suck, and nibble at her nipples. Every now and again I would completely pull out of her pussy and dive back in again pushing her further up the bed with my force. Jenny started to come, so I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her, whilst keeping my cock buried in her pussy. Her mouth was surprisingly void of any come-breath; in fact it was minty. Jenny must have eaten a mint whilst I was fucking her on her side so she could kiss me now. It just occurred to me that my cock probably didn’t just happen to slip in between her ass cheeks. Jenny’s orgasm was subsiding, and my balls were thoroughly drenched in her pussy juice.

I started to fuck her pussy again, but this time Jenny lifted her legs so they were on my shoulders. At this angle I must have been hitting her g-spot or something because her moans had turned in to grunts mixed with screams. After four more strokes we both erupted in orgasm. I plunged my cock fully in her pussy, and came with enormous pressure. I kissed her once again, as she lowered her legs and wrapped them around my ass; pulling me in further. I shot my last rope of come, and lay down next to her lost in our kiss.

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When our family bought the house, we knew what we were getting into. The place was a bargain but it was old and it needed a lot of renovating. My parents were sure they could make a nice place out of it though. They saw it as an investment. That’s why the house was in constant state of reconstruction for the past year. Eventually, my siblings and I got used to the constant movement of random contractors around the house. My parents were usually there to supervise their work, but that wasn’t always an option for them.

It was going to be the hottest week of the summer in the recent history of my town and a new group of contractors was about to arrive to do the kitchen and some of the electrical wiring. My dad was supposed to stay at home on vacation supervising everything while my mom was at work for the whole day, but unfortunately his vacation got cancelled for some kind of last minute work emergency. When he was on the phone with me, he told me that it could take up the whole day and that he might have to show up tomorrow also, as well as the days after that. My mom was at work, my brothers were gone for the summer and the contractors were already paid for, so my dad did the only thing he could. He ordered me to stay at home and make sure everything was going smoothly. He said that the guys he hired are some of the best contractors he’s ever had an experience with and told me to help them out and to make sure they got everything they needed.

Well… Okay. I mean I had some half-hearted plans with my friends, but who would I be if I didn’t help out my family? I didn’t know anything about construction work, but I was an adult already – pretty sure I could handle a couple of contractors!

My parents left for work early that morning and I woke up shortly afterwards in an empty house. The sun was blazing that day and our AC still wasn’t set up. Fuck it, I said to myself, I’m just going to spend the day in my underwear. There was no other way I could survive this heatwave otherwise… I slipped out of the bed, had an icy shower and then put on a pair of fitting white boxer briefs. As I was walking by the mirror, I couldn’t help but look at myself for a bit. A ripe, athletic eighteen year old – smooth skin, nice arms… Those contractors were in for a good view, all right!

The bell rang at about ten. When I opened the door, I saw three men standing there, all wearing hard hats and shorts to battle the weather. The youngest one was probably in his early thirties, with nice light brown hair and a light stubble on his cheeks. He was wearing a tight, red shirt, showing off his very toned body. He was definitely the fittest of the bunch.

Then there was the guy with a darker skin tone on the right. He was wearing a shirt with the sleeves tucked in. He was wearing it open too, so his torso covered in curly, black hair and his burly arms were shown to the whole world. He had a mustache and was pretty handsome with his dark eyes and short curly hair.

The biggest one must have been Ivan – the only one of the guys dad told me about. He was in the front, taller and older than both of them, shaved head and a goatee. He was wearing a tank top showcasing his chest hair coming up through the collar, massive shoulders and just a little bit of a belly.

He would seem scary if he didn’t have a smile on his face. Actually, they all smiled as soon as they saw me. They must be really friendly, I figured.

“You must be the boss’ son,” Ivan said, his voice deep and burly. He reached out to me to shake my hand. His bearish paw covered in black fur could probably choke me on its own if it wanted to and mine looked grotesquely small in comparison. Nevertheless, I shook it.

“Yes, that’s me,” I smiled at all of them, “Please, come in!”

All three of them came inside. They looked around for a bit but almost immediately, their eyes fell back on me. For a minute, I thought whether it was rude to only answer in my underwear like that, but then I figured that this weather practically demanded it. Besides, I was in the presence of the butchest men I’ve ever seen – I was sure they already saw everything I could possibly show.

“Your dad probably told you about Ivan, that’s me,” Ivan said, adjusting his belt as his eyes slid down my chest, “This over here is Tom, he’s kind of an apprentice of mine. And this over here is Roberto.”

Tom waved at me and Roberto said “Hola”.

“Roberto doesn’t speak much English,” Ivan explained, “But we always find a way to understand each other and we don’t think there will be a problem. Don’t you agree, son?”

“Absolutely, sir!” I responded to Ivan and then I turned to Roberto and reached deep into my memory for my really rusty highschool Spanish, “Buen dia, como estar?”

Roberto laughed deeply at my grammar and his hand reached out to ruffle my hair. I chuckled at that – I liked that the guys weren’t afraid of physical contact.

“All right, guys,” Ivan smirked at his colleagues, “Let’s get to work.”

They immediately started on the cupboards in casino oyna the kitchen. Turned out Ivan was the electrical expert, while Tom and Roberto were in charge of putting the furniture in its place. I wasn’t sure if it was rude to stare, but I did anyway. These were real men doing some honest, hard work! I knew I could learn a thing or two. The contractors didn’t seem to mind me being around and kept the discussion going, lively and friendly.

“How old are you, son?” Ivan said, his eyes pinned on my bare chest. I hoped it wasn’t too distracting…

“Turning nineteen next month, sir,” I said with a smile. That made Ivan raise his eyebrow.

“Eighteen, huh? Beautiful age…” he said with a wink.

“Bet the girls are all over you, kid,” Tom said, joining the conversation as he was wiping his hands into a dirty rag.

“Not sure, actually,” I chuckled, “I don’t really have a lot of time for girls, with school and all.”

Ivan and Tom looked at each other with a smirk I didn’t understand. I was hoping they weren’t judging me for anything…

“No time for girls but plenty of time to hang around with old sweaty fucks like us, eh?” Ivan said, as he playfully patted me on my shoulder.

I laughed back but then shook my head.

“Come on, you shouldn’t talk about yourselves like that! You’re men in your prime.”

At this point, Roberto joined us, an exhausted smile on his face and his shirt all drenched from sweat. It seemed like all of them were becoming a little overworked, so I came up with an idea.

“What about a little break?” I suggested, “My mom couldn’t prepare much without the kitchen up and running but we have some store bought pie in the pantry and I could put on some coffee as well.”

“I could use a break,” Ivan said and his colleagues nodded. I led them all to the living room and told them to make themselves comfortable. Since the living room was also still unfurnished, the only thing there was a coffee table and three chairs, but I was sure they wouldn’t mind the diminished comfort.

“Just stay right here,” I said as I disappeared in the kitchen for a while, where we kept the necessities like the coffee maker in a corner for now. I came back a couple minutes later with three steaming cups of coffee and three slices of some apple pie we bought at a store.

“There you go,” I said, putting the plates before each one of them carefully, “It’s not much but hope you like it anyway.”

The hungry men started wolfing down the pies and appreciated the coffee, even though it was hot as hell outside. I asked them how was the pie.

“Es tan dulce como tu, pollito,” Roberto said while giving me a wink. The man laughed, but I didn’t quite catch that. I just shot Ivan a questioning look.

“Don’t mind him, son. He’s just being a horndog,” he assured me, “Why are you still standing around? You can sit with us.”

“I’d love to, sir, but I’m afraid we’re a little low on chairs…” I responded. Ivan didn’t say anything, just pulled his chair back a little bit and revealed his lap, patting his inner thigh, urging me to sit.

Well, I wasn’t about to be rude and say “no”. I sat down and tried to make myself comfortable on his leg, but his strong hands grabbed me and shuffled me straight onto his lap.

“There you go, boy,” he grunted into my ear, “Ain’t that much better?”

I said yes and thanked him, hoping he didn’t mind having my ass covered just in the skin-tight boxers briefs on his lap. We started chatting while Ivan occasionally stroked my thigh in a brotherly fashion. It made me feel good that the guys were so comfortable having me as part of the group – they were definitely the friendliest contractors we ever had. I guess dad was right about them after all.

They started asking me questions – how was school and if I did any sports. I said that I’m part of the swim team and they wanted to hear all about that. What kind of swimwear I was using, how I was getting along with the other teammates, if I was comfortable with showering around them etc. I responded positively to most of their questions and kept twitching in my “seat” – I guess Ivan forgot his hammer or some other hard tool inside of his pocket and it was pushing against my ass, no matter how hard I was trying to shuffle around and get away from it.

As soon as they were done eating, I got up to clean up the dishes.

“Damn, what would I do to have someone like you at home,” Ivan said and his big paw went to smack my ass. I squealed and arched my back, which made all the contractors chuckle. I looked back and saw a big, black imprint of Ivan’s huge hand all over my right cheek.

“Sorry about that, kiddo,” Ivan said, putting his hands back into his pockets, “You can just take them off, no need to be shy.”

“No, it’s fine – I wouldn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable,” I just smiled back. I actually liked Ivan’s imprint over there – I gotta admit, as unexpected as the slap was, it made me a little harder in my tight underwear.

“Okay slot oyna then,” Tom said, leaning his hands on the coffee table as his hands slid down to my slightly larger bulge for just a fraction of a second, “I suppose we should get back to work… Would you mind maybe helping us out a little bit, champ?”

“I’d love to,” I grinned back at him.

The problem they were facing was between the living room and the kitchen. My mom requested a very small interior window on the wall, connecting the cupboards in the kitchen and the living room space – handy for handing out food and stuff like that to the guests. Tom explained to me that Ivan was going to do something with the electrical work right above this window while Roberto and he worked on the kitchen cupboards.

“As we work, we need to occasionally hand each other our tools and what not,” Tom explained as he put his muscled arm over my shoulders, “Using the tiny window is kind of awkward for that. Do you think you could squeeze inside of it and lay there, with your head and shoulders on Ivan’s side and the rest of your body on ours? That way you could hand Ivan’s tools right into his hand or hand them right back to us.”

Okay… That seemed a little elaborate but who was I to question their methods? I mean they were the ones with years of experience – I might as well make myself useful. Plus, my dad told me to help them out with whatever they needed.

“Okay then,” I agreed enthusiastically and did as they said. I went to the kitchen and laid on the cupboard – then soft of shuffled myself in the direction of the window. There was a very small but durable table on the other side, so my body wasn’t just hanging out of the window but laying on that instead.

I watched Ivan approach me and saw his huge figure from below – that hunky mountain of a man seemed even bigger from this angle.

“Look at you, what a good boy you are,” he said and started taking off his tank top – revealing his butch, impossibly hairy chest covered in sweat.

“I try my best, sir,” I grinned back at him and they got to work. Ivan was messing with some cables in the open hole above the window. In order go access it, he had to put his crotch very close to my face. I was inhaling the smell of a working man right from the source, which made me feel a little strange.

“Pliers,” Ivan shouted loud enough for the kitchen side to hear, and the other guys put the right tool in my hand and I handed it right into Ivan’s open palm.

“There you go, look how useful you are, my boy,” he smiled at me as he stroked my hair, “Tell you what – why don’t you help me out of those shorts? It’s hot as shit in here, I’d hate to get them all sweaty.”

“No problem, sir,” I said as my hand promptly went for the zipper on his fly and loosened it. The tight shorts started to slide down Ivan’s hairy thighs and revealed a pair of old, gray boxer briefs. So old in fact, that they had holes all over the place. In the front they were doing their best to hide at least some of Ivan’s meaty cock, half-chub (perhaps from all the heat?), uncut from what I could tell with a pair of heavy hairy testicles right underneath. The smell got twice as intense, making me breathe a little heavier.

“I like when you call me like that,” he said to me, before he turned to the wall, “Hey, Tom! Get your ass up on the cupboard and help me get these cables through!”

“Sure thing, boss!” Tom said on the other side and I heard him get on the cupboard on the other side. As he was helping Ivan pulling the cables onto the other side, one of his feet accidentally leaned on my crotch, his heavy boot pushing against my already semi-excited dick. I didn’t want to be rude about it, so I just moaned a little bit and inhaled a fresh batch of Ivan’s musk straight into my nose.

Ivan noticed my struggles and shot me a strange smile. He shuffled closer to me, so his scrotum and the damp cloth of his underwear was pretty much on my face as he said: “Hey, Tom! Make sure you pull the cables REAL hard! I think they’ll loosen up soon!”

I heard Tom laugh for some reason and I guess Tom started pulling on the cables harder, because his boot started rubbing itself more and more on my dick. I was going red in the face and my body was getting twitchy as Tom’s heavy work boot gave my cock a rough and intense treatment over the cloth of my boxer briefs. Come on, weren’t the cables already loose enough? If he was going to keep this up, he could bring me to a climax!

“Hope you’re not too uncomfortable, boy. Because we’re getting very, very comfortable,” Ivan said as he pushed even further and pulled his ass over my face. One of the holes was conveniently located right over his hole – a tight, hairy little asshole, right between his meaty cheeks. It looked clean but it was sweaty and musky, just like the rest of his body. I have to say, my mouth was watering at the sight.

“Come on, kid,” Ivan whispered, “Lick it. You know you want it.”

Well… my dad DID tell me to make sure I give the canlı casino siteleri contractors everything that was needed…

I opened my mouth and my tongue started lapping at Ivan’s hairy hole. His pubes were getting caught up in my teeth but I didn’t mind. The big contractor reacted by sighing in pleasure and sitting on my face, burying it in his nice, sweet, manly ass. I started pushing my tongue inside Ivan slowly as my lips made out with his hole. He tasted amazing – like a real man should. I wanted to worship his body – wherever he needed my mouth to be. And if me tonguing his tight ass was what he wanted, then I sure as hell wasn’t gonna skimp on that.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Tom’s boot was deliberately trying to make me cum. I felt my precum seeping through the cloth of my boxers and leaking all over his leather boot. I was then surprised to feel a pair of hands grabbing my boxers by the waistband. Tom took a break massaging my crotch and let Roberto strip me from my last piece of clothing. Reflexively, I pulled my legs wide apart, leaving my privates fully accessible to both of the horny men.

“Déjame llevarte al paraíso,” I heard Roberto before I felt his mustache on my tight hole. It was scratching me in the best way and his hungry tongue made me feel incredible, instantly going for my ass, working it hungrily and with passion. Meanwhile, Tom got back to pinning my cock down to my belly with his heavy boot, making me groan and sigh as I was trying my best to work on Ivan’s now wet, tight hole.

“You’re such a natural at this, kid,” he said to me in between his grunting, “Don’t you dare stop.”

I dove my tongue as deep into Ivan’s asshole as possible before I realized that I couldn’t hold back my own cum for much longer. Tom’s boot felt so good on my sensitive little cock and with Roberto eating my ass like a pro, I felt a huge orgasm building up soon, which I was unable to control.

“MMMMMHHHMH!” was everything I could say, my mouth silenced by Ivan’s ass on my mouth, as I felt a feeling of a powerful climax overtake my body. I felt the sensitive head of my cock giving into Tom’s rough treatment and spewing a massive cumload all over my naked chest.

“Damn…” Tom said from the other side, as he presumably watched me experience the most powerful orgasm I had in years, “What a shot, kid! Let me clean that up for you.”

I heard him getting down and then I felt his warm, eager tongue, lapping up the goo from my sweaty and hot chest, inch after inch. I was breathing hard, still recovering from my orgasm, as I felt the huge mass of Ivan move above me. He was now completely hard and decided to drop his old underwear to fully showcase it. I watched his powerful cock from upside down, thick and juicy, veins running all over it, with his foreskin covering about half of his head. The rest was covered in silky, shiny precum. He had a big bush of pubes at the root of his cock and two testicles as big as tennis balls, promising a huge load meant for me and me only.

“Let’s see what else can that pretty little mouth of yours do,” he said, stroking his fleshy monster as he approached my mouth. I didn’t hesitate and gave his purple head a big kiss as I sucked out the precum out of it. His powerful earthy aroma hit my tastebuds immediately – his cock tasted as amazing as it looked.

On the other side, Tom already made sure that my chest was clean and finally got to my cock. Even though I just came moments ago, his warm, experienced mouth and devilish tongue running all over my super sensitive head made sure I was getting hard again in a minute. Meanwhile, Roberto finished eating my ass and was now probing it with a finger.

“Voy a disfrutar chingar tu culo,” he said, his voice all pent up and horny, before I felt something bigger and wetter than his finger pushing against my hole. His thick, uncut dick was hard and ready to give my ass a ride of its life.

Tom and Roberto were making me crazy horny and that made me able to push more and more of Ivan’s veiny dick into my hungry throat. His scent was driving me crazy and so were the things he was saying to me. Things he said he would love to do to my body. How he would like to fuck me every night before I went to sleep. Or how he would always make sure I would never be hungry for cum ever again.

Yeah, I could tell why my dad said these guys were the best of the best. I never saw more passionate contractors in my life.

My nose was bumping against Ivan’s full balls as he was fucking my face. Tom was giving me the blowjob of my life and Roberto held my legs apart as he started fucking me with the power and tempo of a steam engine. I felt Ivan’s sweat drop onto my face, mixing with mine, as I was drinking his pre juice like my life depended on it. Watching this hairy beast of a man fuck my face from this angle did wonders to me and I was able to take much more of his cock into my throat than I usually would.

“You’re gonna be a good boy and drink all of daddy’s milk, won’t you?” he said to me. I couldn’t answer with his dick so deep in my throat but the answer was painted all over the horny expression on my face. I braced myself for the huge load this man was going to feed me while Tom and Roberto picked up their tempo impatiently.

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Liam Strickland – 24 Years Old – Senior Business Analyst

Rick Romano – 28 Years Old – Fireman

Cassandra (Cassie) Niece – 2 Years Old

Christopher (Chris) or (Crissie as Cassie calls him) – 7 Years Old

Jack – Liam’s Boyfriend/Partner – 27 Years Old

Julie – Liam’s Sister – 30 Years Old – deceased in fire

Adam – Liam’s Brother-in-Law – 32 Years Old – also deceased in fire

Rebecca – Liam and Julie’s mother

Frank – Liam and Julie’s father

Detective Mitch Seavers – Detective working the arson case and Stacey’s boyfriend, although sometimes he doesn’t want to admit it.

Stacey Peters – Fire Station Administrative Secretary, Rick’s sister and Mitch’s girlfriend.

Story Summary:

Liam, an openly gay man, has his life turned upside down when his sister and brother-in-law die in a fire at their home, leaving him to take care of his niece and nephew. Follow Liam as he tries to keep his life together.

Chapter 1

Rick and a few other firemen were combing through the ruble, searching for hot spots. Although there wasn’t much left, they needed to make sure it was safe for the fire inspectors. Rick, being the fire captain, was responsible for making sure everything was secure before the inspectors took over.

It was pretty evident that the fire was arson. The fire had burned too hot and too fast for it not to be arson. It was obvious that some sort of accelerant was used. This fire took a lot with it, by the time they arrived on the scene, the fire had already taken over most of the house. They lost two men to this fire and two more were in the hospital. There were also two other occupants in the house that were found on the stairs, already deceased. It was obvious that they were trying to escape. Neighbors informed the police that the couple had two young children. This was how we lost our two comrades. As it turned out, there were no other occupants in the home at the time.

The police had already started working to locate the next of kin, since they also needed to determine the whereabouts of the two young children, seven year old Christopher and two year old Cassandra. The neighbors had already identified the deceased as Mr. and Mrs. Adam Rockford. They were a fairly influential family and well known in the community. Adam was a very successful criminal lawyer. In fact, there was talk about him running for District Attorney. His wife Julie, was also a lawyer, however she worked in legal aid/poverty law. Both were well respected and the loss would really hurt the community.

As it turned out, the missing children were located when the police arrived at the home of Julie’s parents. Today had been the Rockford’s ten year wedding anniversary, so Julie’s parents had taken the children for the night. The police asked Julie’s parents to come down to the morgue to make a positive identification on the bodies. Although the neighbors had already identified the bodies, they wanted a relative to actually make the final identification. Julie’s mom, Rebecca asked the officers if she could contact her son, Liam, to go down and make the identification. She was concerned about her husband. Frank has a weak heart and she was worried that it would be too hard on him, plus, Rebecca didn’t want to leave the children.

Liam had just finished working on some figures provided by one of his clients and was settling down to relax in front of the TV. Tomorrow being Saturday, he was looking forward to relaxing and taking it easy over the weekend. Jack, his partner, was out of town on business and wasn’t due back for another week. Jack was the CEO of a large software development firm and traveled a lot, but Liam could count on him to call every evening. Jack and Liam have been together now for almost five years. They had met when Jack had hired Liam to conduct a financial feasibility study and prepare a proposal for new business markets. Liam had just sat down with the remote in hand when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Liam, it’s mom.” Liam knew instantly that something was wrong. He could tell from the sound of his mother’s voice, but before he could ask, she continued.

“There’s been a fire at your sister’s. Liam, they are both dead.” She sobbed, not being able to hold herself together any more. “Liam, Julie and Rick are gone.” She said again, almost as if she couldn’t believe it and was trying to convince herself as well as Liam.

Liam was speechless, he didn’t know casino siteleri what to say, but managed, “I’ll be right there, mom.”

No, wait Liam, the police… The police want a family member to go over to the morgue to identify the bodies. I don’t think your father should go, I don’t think his heart could handle it.” ‘No, his heart couldn’t,’ thought Liam. “Anyway,” she continued, “I need to stay here with the kids. God, the kids, I’ll have to tell them. How am I supposed to tell the kids?” And, she was sobbing again.

“Mom, I’ll head over to the morgue, and then I’ll head over there, Okay? Don’t worry; I’ll take care of everything. You and dad just stay there. We’ll figure out how to tell Chris and Cassie as soon as I get there, Okay?”

“Okay Liam, we’ll wait for you.” With that, Liam hung up the phone.

As soon as Liam hung up, he picked it up again to call Jack. Jack answered his cell phone immediately. Liam rarely called him, usually waiting for Jack’s call. So, Jack knew something had to be wrong.

Jack offered to come home immediately, but Liam didn’t think that was necessary. Instead, he told Jack he would call him once he knew more. Jack didn’t like the idea, but they finally compromised with Jack coming home Monday evening, rather than a week from today. This would give Jack some time to adjust his schedule, but also get him home early to be with Liam. After hanging up with Jack, Liam headed out the door.

An hour and a half later, Liam was on his way over to his sister’s house after identifying the bodies. It was hard. It hadn’t seemed real until he actually saw the bodies. It was at that point he broke down. It was real. His sister was gone. He sobbed quietly for some time before a police detective came in to talk to him. They had some papers that Liam needed to sign and then proceeded to ask him a number of questions concerning his sister and brother-in-law. They were hoping that they could get some sort of lead to start the investigation. Apparently, the police suspected that the fire was intentional.

After leaving the police station, he had decided he needed to see the house. He wasn’t sure why, but he just had to.

When he arrived at the house, he was shocked. He honestly didn’t know what to expect, but this definitely wasn’t what he expected. The house was gone. There was nothing left, except for the foundation. Wow! His car slowed to a complete stop in the middle of the road, his eyes locked on the house, his breathing stopped. Wow! He finally took a deep breath and blinked as tears again stung his eyes. Everything was gone. He started the car forward again and realized there were still several emergency vehicles parked in front of the house.

Liam pulled up behind one of the vehicles, exited the car and stood in front of the house, or what was left of it. Frozen in place, staring at the spot where the house used to be, Liam was again blinking back tears, while trying to figure out why he’d come here.

Rick was talking to one of the fire inspectors when he noticed the man standing in front of the house. It was obvious the man didn’t belong here. He wasn’t uniformed, but instead was dressed in faded jeans and a green v-neck t-shirt. He was tall, with honey blond hair. He was actually a very good looking man, probably about 25 years old. However, good looking or not, he obviously didn’t belong here. So, Rick decided to question the man.

“Hello, I’m Captain Romano. Can I help you?” Rick asked, as he arrived next to the blond.

Liam was startled out of his thoughts, to see a large man wearing a firefighter’s uniform, standing in front of him. Liam hadn’t even realized there were other people here. It only stood to reason, since there were still several emergency vehicles here, but he was so caught up in the sight before him, that he didn’t even notice the people. He looked up at the man, not quite sure what to say. He was sure the man said something to him, but didn’t hear it over his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked.

“I said, I’m Captain Romano. I’m the fire captain in charge. Can I help you with anything?” Rick repeated.

“Oh, no…Yes…Wait, I’m Liam Strickland, this is…was…is my sister’s house.” Liam shook his head, trying to clear it, trying to figure out what to say. Continuing, he said “I just left the morgue after identifying their bodies. I don’t know why I’m here, I… I just wanted to see what was left. I…” He trailed off again, not sure what else to say.

Rick reached out and put a hand on Liam’s shoulder, hoping to offer some comfort. “This must be really hard for you. I’m sorry for your loss and I’m sorry that you have to go through this. You are welcome to have a look around, but you’ll have to stay on this side of the crime scene tape until the inspectors are done.” With that, Rick walked off, leaving Liam alone. Liam watched him walk off. It was evident that the Captain had been working the fire. He was covered in soot and slot oyna looked exhausted. He was an extremely large man with broad shoulders and amazingly blue eyes. Liam only noticed them because they stood out in stark contrast to the sooty face. They were beautiful eyes though.

Shaking himself again, trying to again regain focus, he decided he needed to head over to his parents. He was certain that they were probably wondering what was taking him so long.

When he arrived at his parent’s house, his mom immediately consumed him in a hug. Holding him, squeezing him, sobbing uncontrollably. Liam pulled her away, grasped her face between his palms and wiped her tears with his thumbs, then leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.

“Don’t worry mom, we’ll get through this. Everything will be alright. How are the kids doing?” He asked, hoping to keep his mom busy, help keep her focused.

“They are fine. They’ve been sleeping through the whole thing.” Liam hadn’t even given any thought to the time. He looked at his watch and realized it was close to 2am. His mom continued. “I still don’t know what I should tell them, but I figured I would just let them sleep. No sense in waking them up now.”

Liam nodded his head in agreement. “Mom, they say it was arson.”

“I know Liam. The police would like your dad and I to come down to the police station tomorrow. They want to ask us some questions.” She told him.

Speaking of his father, “How is dad doing? Is he handling this okay?” Liam asked.

With that, his dad walked into the entryway and hugged him tightly. “I’m doing fine Liam, considering. Mom’s been hovering over me, driving me crazy, but otherwise I’m doing fine. How are you doing? Best come in. The kids are asleep in their mom’s room, so your old room is ready for you. Why don’t we all try to get some sleep? We’re going to have one hell of a day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay dad. I don’t know that I’ll really be able to sleep, but you’re right about tomorrow.”

Chapter 2

With very little sleep, Liam dragged himself into the kitchen, intent on having a large cup of very black coffee. When he walked into the kitchen, he was surprised to see his dad already sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee.

Grabbing a cup for himself, he joined his father at the table. “Rough night for you too?” Liam asked.

“Yeah, I’m worried about your mother. Liam…” His dad started. Liam looked from his cup of coffee, up into his father’s eyes. His dad looked tired. ‘I guess none of us really got any sleep last night,’ he thought to himself.

His father continued, “You know, you’ll need to take the kids.” He said, while obviously trying to hold it together. “We would love to have them, but your mother already has so much to deal with. She already worries over me so much. We’ll help out as much as we can, but Chris and Cassie, they don’t need to be living with us, if something should happen to me. Don’t get me wrong,” he stopped, holding up his hand to stop what his son was obviously going to say, “I don’t plan on going anywhere soon, but I also didn’t plan to have a heart attack. But, if something did happen to me, I don’t want the kids to be here, so close to it. I just think it’s best for your mother and for the kids. Do you understand Liam?”

Yes, he did understand, but what would he do with two young kids? He and Jack had never even thought about kids, but now, what choice did he have. There was no way he would turn his back on Chris and Cassie. Oh, he knew his parents would take the kids if he refused, but he knew his dad was right. It would be best for everyone if the kids went with him.

“Okay dad, I’ll take the kids. Jack and I have plenty of room at the apartment. We can do this.” He said, working to convince himself more so than his dad.

“Thank you, Liam. That’s one less worry. Just, don’t tell your mom about our conversation. I know she has every intention of taking the kids, but we’ll explain to her that it’s best for them to stay with you.”

“Yeah dad, that’s fine.” After that, they sat in silence, finishing their coffee.

Liam’s mother joined them shortly after and started breakfast, knowing the kids would be awake soon.

After they all ate breakfast and the kids were settled in front of the television watching Saturday morning cartoons, Liam and his parents sat at the table, quietly talking about what would happen to the kids and how best to tell them.

After some argument back and forth, Liam’s mother finally agreed that it would be best if he took the kids. They decided that Liam would head out and work on getting their apartment ready and that Liam’s mom and dad would tell the kids what happened.

On the drive back to his apartment, all Liam could think about, was how glad he was, that he didn’t have to be there when they told the kids. Then, he felt guilty for not being there. This conflict went over and over in his head for the entire drive home.

Once canlı casino siteleri he arrived home, he decided he needed to focus on getting things ready for the kids. Jack and Liam had a really nice 4-bedroom loft style apartment in the upscale district of the small city where they lived. It would be easy to accommodate the kids. They, for obvious reasons, had the master bedroom, and the room directly across the hall was their office. The first of the two bedrooms down the hall was set up as a guest bedroom and it wouldn’t take much effort to get it ready. The last bedroom however, was used primarily for storage, which means he would need to start going through everything and clearing it out.

Three hours later, he had everything sorted and cleared out. A few of the boxes would go to Goodwill and what was left he would store under the stairwell. He made a call to Goodwill and then hauled all the other boxes to the stairwell closet. Deciding that the kids should have normal kid’s furniture, all of the furniture in the guest bedroom would be going to Goodwill as well. He wanted them to feel at home, to feel welcome.

Just as he was preparing to head out to get some lunch and do some furniture shopping, his doorbell rang. Opening the door, he saw a man that looked vaguely familiar. The man had an armload of boxes in his arms and several bags surrounding him. Perplexed, Liam asked, “Can I help you?”

“Uhh… Yeah, you can relieve me of a few of these boxes,” the man said.

As soon as Liam heard the voice, he knew who was at his door. “Captain Romano,” he said, the surprise evident in his voice.

“Rick,” Rick replied.

“What?” Liam asked.

“Rick, you can call me Rick”

“Oh, okay. Sorry, I’m just surprised to see you here. Here, let me help you with some of those.” Liam said, finally coming out of his stupor and taking some of the packages from Rick’s hands. “So, why are you here? Have you found out something more about the fire?”

“No, not yet, but the guys and I at the firehouse, got a few things for the kids. Since they lost everything, we all pooled together and got them some clothing and toys and stuff. I hope that’s okay.” Rick said, somewhat nervous. God, but Liam sure was a good looking man.

“Oh yes, definitely. I was just getting the extra rooms in our apartment ready for them. I hadn’t even thought about clothes and toys. I was actually just heading out to get some lunch and then do some furniture shopping for their rooms. I can’t even begin to imagine everything that they are going to need. This is just all so surreal.” Liam replied.

“Well, I’d be happy to help. I’ve got 12 nieces and nephews ranging in ages between 3 months and 12 years, I can help you get everything you’ll need. Plus, I’ve got a truck.” Rick offered with a grin.

“Rick, that would be great, are you sure? Can I buy you lunch first? I haven’t eaten much today and don’t think I could manage much more before passing out.” Liam asked.

“Sure, lunch sounds good. Let’s just get the rest of these bags and boxes from the hall and we can be on our way.”

During lunch, Liam learned that Rick came from a very large Italian family and had six siblings, three brothers and three sisters. He was the youngest by several years. All of his siblings are married and have two kids each and one of his sisters is currently pregnant with niece or nephew number thirteen.

Listening to Rick talk, Liam couldn’t help but admire how strikingly handsome Rick was. He was a very large man, with very broad shoulders. His Italian background gave him a beautifully olive colored skin tone. His hair was dark brown, cut short in the back, with longer wisps in the front that hung down his forehead a little. It looked like he pretty much had a permanent five o’clock shadow that was as sexy as hell. His eyes though, were what really stood out. They were a gorgeous grey, green, and blue, with a darker blue rim around the edges. Wow, you could really get lost in those eyes. In fact, he was lost in them, brought back to reality by Rick waving a hand in front of his face.

“Liam, are you still with me?” Rick chuckled, knowing full well that Liam was eyeing him as though he were tonight’s dessert.

Liam started and then stumbled with something to say, while surreptitiously wiping the drool from his mouth. Jeesh, he had really zoned out there. “Sorry, I was lost in thought, I guess I’ve got a lot going on right now.” Liam said.

“Don’t worry about it. Under the circumstances, I completely understand. Besides, I tend to talk too much. Should we go ahead and check out the furniture store?”

“Oh, yeah, sure; the place where we bought most of the furniture for the apartment is pretty close by. We can head over there.” Liam stated as he left money on the table to cover lunch.

They spent the next two hours deciding on the furniture. After the truck was loaded up with two twin beds, two dressers and two desks, they headed back to the apartment. They worked quietly while they set up the furniture, only discussing how to arrange things. After the furniture was situated, they started going through the bags and boxes that Rick had brought with him.

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Until recently, I had a very low opinion of men who fuck their own mothers. My whole perspective on incest changed after I fucked my own mother. It happened when my wife Clarissa and I visited her on our return to the U.S. from England.

I was stationed at an Air Force base in England for several years. I met Clarissa in a pub in London and fell for her on the spot. We married soon afterward. She is a sexy number with enough curves for two women. Her pixie face is framed by a mop of short, curly brown hair. Her lovely breasts hang like ripe peaches on her chest and her round ass attracts pinches the way a magnet attracts iron.

Many of our British cousins have a fondness for spanking, caning and paddling. Clarissa is one of them. She took me to a spanking club where men offer their bare asses to any woman willing to spank them. I will never forget the Mona Lisa smile on Clarissa’s lips as she walloped a man’s bare ass. She gave it everything she had until his bum resembled two giant beets. When he staggered away on shaky legs, she pointed at the semen running down her bare thigh. Was it the spanking or the friction between his cock and my wife’s bare thighs that caused him to blow his wad? It was probably a combination of both.

I let Clarissa spank me to satisfy my curiosity, but I could only take ten strokes, hardly enough to satisfy her. When she got an urge to spank ass, we either went to a spanking club or we invited over some of Clarissa’s friends who liked to be on the receiving end of a good spanking. They were mostly men, but a few were women. The spanking parties usually led to fuck parties. I enjoy watching my wife getting fucked by other men and find it especially exciting to watch a man with a blistered ass pay her back with a good fucking.

Clarissa was never able to talk me into spanking her boyfriends’ asses, but I tried it on some of her girlfriends and enjoyed it. I am at a loss to explain why a hard spanking makes some people so horny. I can understand why the giver gets turned on. My cock gets as hard as a hammer handle after laying on a few swats. But I don’t understand why the receiver gets horny. I would not believe it if I hadn’t seen it for myself many times.

My mother and father went their separate ways while I was in England, but remained good friends. Mom is a stunning beauty. She was somewhat successful as a movie actress, but never achieved fame. If you saw her you would probably recognize her face, but it is unlikely that you could come up with her name. My handsome father is also an actor. Most of his work has been in minor roles on the Broadway stage.

Mom and Dad treated Clarissa and I to a night on the town to celebrate our homecoming. Dad took a keen interest in my wife from the moment he laid eyes on her. I caught him staring at her hundreds of times, and was pleased that he found my wife attractive. After a sumptuous meal in one of the finest restaurants in town, we had cocktails at a strip club. After a couple of hours of watching naked beauties flaunt their goodies, I was as horny as a hoot owl and I’m sure the others were, too.

We went to Mom’s Yorktown apartment for a nightcap. Clarissa can be very outspoken after she’s had a few drinks, and I was horrified when she began telling Mom and Dad about her spanking fetish and our swinging lifestyle. I was relieved when they showed interest rather than disgust.

I was shocked when Mom told us that she and Dad had experimented with swinging during the final years of their marriage, and that they still occasionally went to swinger clubs together. casino siteleri It was hard for me to picture my mother in a swinger club with guys lining up to fuck her. From then on, I looked at her in an entirely different way.

Mom went to the kitchen to freshen our drinks and returned with four highball glasses on a tray. As she approached me to hand me my drink, she stumbled and spilled the drinks on me. “Mom, you need a spanking for that,” I blurted out. I’m not sure if I really meant it, if I was joking, or if it was something in between. Mom just stood there staring at me through glassy eyes.

“I’m not kidding, Mom. Get across my lap and take your punishment.”

“He’s right, Lois,” Dad said. “Take your medicine.”

I took off my wet shirt and pants as Mom pondered what to do next. My swollen cock was straining at my Jockey shorts. Mom’s wide eyes were glued to the bulge. She finally knelt beside me on the couch and stretched out on my lap. I pulled her skirt up and was pleased to see that her bikini panties had bunched up in the crack of her ass leaving most of her ass exposed. And what a fine ass it was! I couldn’t see a single blemish on it.

I delivered two playful smacks to Mom’s ass, one to each cheek. It sounded something like this: “WHAP..OUCH..WHAP..OUCH.” I loved the feel of it and the sight of her beautiful buns quivering like Jello. I laid on a few more, harder this time. Mom’s tender ass was red after only a dozen swats.

“You aren’t doing it right,” Clarissa said. “Let me show you how.”

She knelt in front of us and reached for Mom’s panties. “Let’s get her knickers out of the way,” she said, as she pulled them down to Mom’s knees. Mom’s body jerked as her daughter-in-law’s hand came down on her sensitive ass. Mom must have been getting some pleasure out of it because she stopped saying “ouch”. Clarissa gave her a dozen good licks and then turned to Dad.

“What about you, Dad?” she asked. “Want to give it a try?”

“Well, I admit that I have been curious about it. I never really had an opportunity to try it.”

“Well, you’ll never get a better chance,” Clarissa said.

My heart raced with excitement when Dad got to his feet and fumbled with his belt buckle. It was obvious by the big bulge in his pants that he was very, very horny. Clarissa told him to take his pants all the way off. Then I saw my father’s cock for the first time and realized that I had inherited my big fucker from him. He had eight inches of sex-meat swinging between his legs. Clarissa hoisted her dress and spread her legs as Dad lowered himself onto her bare thighs. As soon as he was in position, she brought her hand down on his ass. Clarissa gave it everything she had, and Dad’s quivering ass was soon as red as his face.

My cock throbbed against Mom’s stomach as I watched my wife spank my father. I resumed spanking Mom’s ass, synchronizing my strokes with Clarissa’s. An occasional grunt escaped through Dad’s gritted teeth. Mom sucked in her breath through her bared teeth. Clarissa’s legs gradually came together to capture Dad’s genitals between her thighs. My father was fucking between my wife’s thighs using the blows as an excuse to thrust! My parents didn’t do or say anything to bring the spankings to an end until Dad suddenly rolled off of Clarissa’s lap. His throbbing cock was as hard as a policeman’s nightstick. He giggled with embarrassment and said, “I almost came.”

Clarissa suddenly bent forward and sucked Dad’s twitching cock. I had watched my beautiful wife suck cock before, but it had never been so exciting. Mom had slot oyna her head turned toward them and was watching her daughter-in-law suck her ex’s cock. I had reached the point where I was afraid to slap Mom’s ass for fear it would trigger my orgasm.

“You don’t mind if I fuck your father, do you, dear?” Clarissa asked. “It will really make me feel like part of the family.”

Clarissa took Dad’s hand and led him toward the bedroom. I caressed the red globes of Mom’s ass as I pondered what to do next.

“Let’s go watch, Mom. Nobody gets to fuck my wife unless I get to watch.”

I led Mom to the bedroom where we found Dad half on top of Clarissa sucking hungrily on her fruity tits. I put my left arm around Mom’s shoulder and reached for her tits with my right. I gently squeezed them for awhile before unbuttoning her blouse. By the time I undid the last button, Dad had gone lower and was munching on Clarissa’s pussy. I have removed plenty of bras in my time, but I was as clumsy as a first-timer when I tried to take off Mom’s bra. I finally got it unhooked, and, with a shrug of her shoulders, her beautiful tits were exposed. I wasn’t content with just feeling them up, and soon my lips were encircling one of the perfect suckers.

I lifted Mom’s skirt and groped her pussy. She had kept her legs together during the spanking so I hadn’t been able to see it. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had a full beaver, just as nature intended. I unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then I led her to the bed.

“Get on your elbows and knees, Mom,” I said. My sex-crazed mind had come up with a plan. I spotted some hand lotion on Mom’s makeup table and used it to lubricate my cock. As I knelt beside my mother, my father was mounting my wife. Clarissa had her legs drawn up, just as she always did, so I had a clear view of the penetration. I watched with fascination as Dad’s thick cock disappeared into my wife’s cunt.

I gave Mom another spanking to put an edge on our lust. The sound of my hand landing on my mother’s ass echoed off the walls. After a dozen to each cheek, I knelt behind her and lined my cock up with her ass-hole. I felt a sense of detachment as I watched the bulb of my cock swallowed up by Mom’s tight ass.

The spanking and the cock-sucking had my father so far along that he came within a dozen thrusts. As I watched his ass clench, I realized that each clench signaled a shot of hot jizz into my wife’s pussy. That sent me over the brink, and I pushed my cock all the way into Mom’s tight ass and shot my load.

“Come on, Jack, don’t give up now,” Clarissa urged. “Keep fucking and maybe it will stay hard.”

Dad and I both took my wife’s advice. Ignoring my body’s demands for a rest, I continued pumping Mom’s tight, clenching ass. The discomfort soon gave way to pleasure. I was thrilled when there were signs that Mom was enjoying herself. I felt vindicated. After all, sodomizing your mother would be the greatest sin of all unless she enjoyed it. She buried her face in a pillow to muffle her sobs and to hide her shame.

Dad was giving my wife a fucking fit for a queen. Clarissa was huffing and puffing as Dad’s sturdy cock pried at the walls of her pussy. He was fucking her with finesse, just the way she likes it. He worked his ass in circles as he corkscrewed into her. She moaned her thanks as he gave her a series of figure-eights that surely brought every nerve in her cunt to life.

The sluts’ gasps, moans and whines grew steadily louder. Mom groped for Clarissa’s hand and found it. Mother and daughter-in-law held canlı casino siteleri hands as they came. Dad growled as he threw his full weight on my wife. I pushed my torpedo all the way into Mom’s tube and fired. We were all coming at the same time!

I went to the bathroom to wash my cock and when I returned, Dad was lapping his cum out of Clarissa’s pussy while she sucked Mom’s tits. The party was far from over. Before long, Dad and I were on our backs with the women sucking our cocks to get us ready for another round of fucking. Up until then, Clarissa had been my favorite cock-sucker, but she couldn’t hold a candle to Mom. Experience does count. Mom worked up a big mouthful of spit and swished it back and forth across my cock. I never knew what was coming next, hard or soft, deep or shallow. The women took their mouths off of our hard cocks and compared them. “They are perfect twins,” Clarissa said.

“I can work my pussy muscles better when I’m on top, Dad,” Clarissa said, as she straddled Dad’s cock and lowered herself onto it. Mom watched for a few minutes, then gazed up at me and said, “Well, we might as well make a true mother-fucker out of you.” She copied Clarissa and engulfed my cock in her surprisingly tight cunt.

As Mom posted up and down on my cock, her plump tits slapped my face. I put an end to that when I grabbed both globes and popped one of her suckers in my mouth. I squeezed and sucked just as I had probably done as a babe. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dad feasting on my wife’s tits. Had I inherited my passion for tits from him or was it because my mother had breast-fed me far longer than normal? Probably a little of both. Dad bunched Clarissa’s big tits together and went back and forth on her swollen suckers as though he couldn’t decide which one was tastier.

I couldn’t hold back my grunts and gasps of pleasure and neither could the others. The dull thuds of our bodies colliding added to the din, as did the brisk slaps I landed on Mom’s ass every few thrusts. Each stinging slap caused her pussy to clamp down on my cock. She chewed on the corner of a pillow to muffle her cries. Dad and I were both thrusting up into our women so forcefully that they bounced off of us. My pleasure doubled when I synchronized my thrusts with his.

“Oh…yes…Dad…that’s…it,” Clarissa said, spitting the words out one at a time in between grunts. “YES…THAT’S…IT! YOU’RE…MAKING…ME…COME! UHU..UHU..UHU..UHU..” The slut whinnied like a mare in heat as orgasmic convulsions racked her body. Although Mom’s orgasm was surely as intense, she was less vocal in expressing her pleasure, and if not for the Kegel contractions around my cock, I would not have known that she was coming.

Dad stopped thrusting and arched his body until he was balanced on his shoulders and feet. Overcome by the natural urge to plant the seed deep, he grabbed my wife’s ass and pulled her tightly against him. A ghostly groan escaped through his bared teeth as he shot his load into my wife’s womb. Overcome by the same primordial urge to propagate, I pumped my seeds deep into Mom’s nest. I used both hands to give her ass two slaps with each spurt. Then the din of the orgy was replaced by the soothing sound of our heavy breathing.

Mom freshened our drinks and then we rested and chatted. They told us that one of the traditions in swinging is that the husband always fucks his own wife last. I was soon fucking Clarissa’s slick pussy while Dad fucked Mom next to us. Dad and I getting sloppy seconds from each other was the perfect way to end the party.

After that, the four of us got together once or twice a month for sex. Things always started off with Clarissa spanking Dad while I spanked Mom. I still don’t understand why it made them so horny, but does it matter?

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* * * * * The final part to this story, where Stan and Connor reach an understanding, and Stan makes sure everyone, including Darren, gets what they need. * * * * *

Connor wakes with Stan’s arm thrown across him and realises someone else is in the room. He focuses and sees Darren sitting on the side of the bed opposite.

He props himself up on his elbow. “What are you doing here?”

“He said to come,” says Darren, and Connor glances back at Stan. Stan whose hazel eyes are open now, calmly watching him.

“What are you playing at?” Connor says to Stan.

Stan strokes his back. “Just relax. Everything’s okay.”

Connor gives him a look of irritation. He starts to move, to get off the bed, but Stan pulls him back.

“Get off!” Connor tries to pull Stan’s arm away, but Stan’s grip is tight, his forearm solid.

Connor’s stunned, and a little alarmed. Stan’s never disobeyed him before.

“Stanton, do not push your fucking luck.” His voice is cold.

Inside Stan, something sparks at the anger in his lover’s voice, wanting to obey. But as much as he craves Connor’s dominance, he knows things need to change. He’s been steadily coming to the conclusion that this is not who Connor’s supposed to be. Connor might think it is, but he’s just feeding his darkness, not exorcising it.

Stan rolls Connor back towards him, and Connor loses his composure. There’s a brief struggle where Connor throws an arm around Stan’s neck to try and force him to let go, but Stan rolls away and is on his knees in seconds and on top of Connor, pinning him flat to the bed with his weight, while the other boy does his best to dislodge him.

“Connor, stop!”

Stan wraps Connor’s arms across the other boy’s chest and pins them there.

Connor keeps struggling, but Stan’s been building himself for months now, and he really is that much stronger than his roommate.

When Connor realises Stan’s not letting him up, he goes still, his chest heaving with the exertion of the struggle, flecks of spit on his lips, rage in his eyes. The second Stanton lets him up, Connor’s punching him in the face and then he’s leaving. And he’s not coming back.

But as Stan holds Connor down, his gaze is kind.

“Just be with us,” he says to Connor. “That’s all we want from you.”

Connor rolls his eyes, but Stan ignores him and gestures to Darren with his head.

“Come over here.”

The younger boy approaches the bed warily.

“Get on the other side of the bed,” says Stan, and Darren climbs over the other two boys and presses himself against the wall.

Connor turns his dark gaze on Darren, and the younger boy shrinks under his anger. But his trust’s in Stan now. Stan, who Darren knows won’t let anything bad happen to him.

“I’m going to let you go now,” Stan says to Connor. “Just stay calm. Okay?”

Connor stares at him for a long moment, and Stan takes that as assent.

He moves his weight off his lover and shifts to the far side of him, so that Connor’s stuck between him and Darren. The bed’s a king single, so it’s intimate.

Stan props himself up on his elbow and places a hand on his lover’s chest, feeling the other boy’s tension under his hand.

It’s silent for a moment, then Connor’s jumps as Darren snakes his arm across the older boy’s chest and buries his head against Connor’s side.

Stan smiles over at Darren. “Look at him.” He lifts a hand to comb it through Darren’s hair. “He’s not going to turn on you. You don’t need to cut him down to keep safe.”

Connor rolls his eyes again, not willing to admit he’s done anything wrong. But the feel of Darren’s breath against his side, and the warmth of the younger boy’s arm across his chest, is pleasant.

“But if he’s yours, you’ve got to take care of him,” Stan says quietly. “What Xavier did to you was unforgivable. But that doesn’t mean you have to be the same way.”

Connor shakes his head, urging Stan to stop talking. But Stan’s not even halfway done.

“I’m yours too,” he says gently—then, not without kindness, “And you’re mine.”

Connor’s eyes are ink-dark and wary. He doesn’t like the sound of possession when it applies to him. It puts him back on a couch between Xavier and his mates, Xavier’s ‘boy’.

Stan indicates Darren with his head. “And he’s mine now, too.”

Darren glances up at him and grins. He nuzzles against Connor’s neck.

This is getting ridiculous. To Connor, it feels like some kind of group hug therapy for the simple.

He shakes his head. “Stanton, what the fuck have you done?”

Stanton moves in to kiss under Connor’s jaw. “I’m setting you free.”

He runs his hand down Connor’s body, and taking his cue from the older boy, Darren moves himself up on his elbows and tries to kiss Connor.

“Yeah, no,” says Connor, putting a hand against Darren’s face and pushing him back.

His affection rejected, Darren presses himself back against the wall, his eyes full of hurt.

Connor gives Stan a cool look. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, casino oyna but that’s not how this works. You belong to me or you fuck off. You’ve always known that.”

Stan puts his hand on Connor’s head and turns him to face Darren.

“See that look? Don’t do that to him. Don’t ever do that to anyone.”

Connor shakes his hand off with irritation.

“What do you want from me, Stanton?”

“You,” says Stan, his hand moving against the first stirrings of Connor’s erection. “You, before Xavier broke you.”

Connor tries to get past Stan, but Stan pushes him back against the bed.

“Give it a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

Connor’s eyes blaze with anger. “I’m going now.”

He struggles to get past Stan again, and this time Stan lets him go.

Connor pulls on his clothes and leaves the dorm room, slamming the door behind him.

“That went well,” says Darren.

Stan sighs. “I’ll try talking to him again later.”

Darren snakes his arms around Stan from behind and Stan rolls over to face him, kissing the younger boy on the mouth, feeling himself stir despite the fight that’s just taken place.

“Can I stay?” asks Darren.

Stan nods and grins. “Yeah.”

They kiss again, and for the moment, Connor’s pushed to the back of Stan’s mind.

* * * * *

It’s eight o’ clock on a Saturday, and there’s hardly anyone about as Connor walks through the University grounds. A handful of joggers, party-goers making their way home, but otherwise just the frost and a pair of circling crows.

It’s cold, and he huddles down in his coat and makes a beeline for the nearest café where, his hands wrapped around a hot latte, he considers what he’s going to do about Stanton.

He can change rooms; their shared accommodation was only supposed to be temporary while the University rebuilt one of their accommodation blocks, and they’d only stayed in their shared room because it suited them.

But now… Connor can’t face Stanton again.

He knows he shouldn’t have told Stan about Xavier. He hadn’t meant to, but that night it’d just come falling out of him. It’d been Stan’s self-enforced silence. His complete submission that had made Connor feel as if his lover wasn’t there at all.

In the dark room, in a waking dream, Connor had sat astride his silent lover and let all the blackness trickle out. Speaking to himself really, touching that pain to see if it still hurt. And though it did, Connor felt darkly satisfied that it was nothing more than a dull ache, like a previously broken bone ached inside its casing of flesh on a cold morning.

And so he’d spoken it all aloud, so lost in his own reverie that at some point he’d forgotten Stan was even in the room.

But now… now Stan sees him differently, and he’s exploiting Connor’s vulnerability, cutting away Connor’s power, using it to create his own.

“Can I sit here?”

A girl cuts into his brooding. Her long blonde hair’s tied back into a plait that hits the middle of her back, and she’s dressed in jogging gear, clearly been for her morning run.

Connor looks around the café and sees plenty of empty tables. Doesn’t understand why this girl’s chosen his.

She sees his confusion and explains. “You looked as if you could use someone to talk to.”

Connor frowns. Is she hitting on him? He’s really not in the mood. There was a time he fucked women, in the year after Xavier left him crying on his bed, but those days are long behind him.

“I’m gay,” he says, and the girl laughs as she pushes her table number into the wire holder in the middle of the table and sits.

“I know. You’re Connor Gregory. I’m in the year behind you. I’m Isabelle. We have the same vocal coach.”

Oh. The tension drops out of Connor, now that he knows the girl’s no threat.

“You’re with Stanton, aren’t you?” she asks.

Connor gives a non-committal shrug, since ‘yes’ and ‘no’ have never been accurate answers to that question.

“He’s such a sweetie. I had a major crush on him until I realised he was gay.”

Again, Connor says nothing, since he knows this is not strictly true either.

He sips his coffee and eyes the girl in front of him. She’s built lean and strong, her breasts pressed flat by a sports bra under her shirt. Her face is pretty, her eyelashes long and dusted with mascara, her waist a soft curve between her ribs and boyish hips.

“So,” says Isabelle, giving Connor her full, blue-eyed gaze. “Why are you up so early? Still making your way back from last night’s party?”

Connor gives her a mirthless smile. “My dorm room got crowded.”

Isabelle’s eyes go wide. “Oh, shit. I thought you and Stan…”

“No,” says Connor. “Not anymore.”

Isabelle’s coffee arrives at their table and she takes it with thanks.

They sit in a silence for a short while, sipping their coffees. Then Isabelle finds her voice again.

“I don’t want to pry, but did you break up with him, or was it mutual? He just seemed like he really liked you.”

He seemed like he really slot oyna liked you. Why does that send a cold spear sliding into Connor’s gut?

“It’s complicated,” he says, still thrown by the thought of Stan liking him. That isn’t how he’s ever thought of his roommate. Sure, Stan’s said he ‘loves’ him in the wake of a particularly intense session, but Connor knows better than anyone the mental things that go through a person’s mind when the pain stops. He knows it’s not real.

Isabelle puts her hand on his, her fingers warm against his skin. “Sorry to hear that. He’s such a hunk. But you’re hot too. You’ll find another boyfriend in no time.”

Another boyfriend. Connor stands quickly. “I have to go.”

“Okay.” She’s not overly fazed at his abrupt departure. “See you around.” She gives him a smile.

Connor heads back to his room, his mind churning with dark thoughts.

When you next meet someone who’s too good for you, you’d better fucking learn how to please them, or you’ll be alone forever.

Xavier’s words that never leave him.

You know Stan’s too good for you, his mind offers.

Well. If he’s honest, he knows everyone’s too good for him. He’s a cunt, has chosen to be one, and likes it that way. When his lovers leave it’s because he shows them the door, and boots them hard on the way out.

When he gets back to his room, Stan and Darren have gone. He’d expected them to still be there, waiting for him. But they’re not, and the room feels emptier than it’s ever felt before.

Connor undresses and climbs into bed, pulling the covers around him.

* * * * *

It’s early evening when Stan finally gets back to his dorm room. He turns on the light and finds Connor asleep, his face to the wall.

Stan’s spent the day with Darren, chatting and showing the other boy around campus. Finished up with a movie, and shared dinner at a cafe. Darren had wanted to spend the night together, but while Stan’s spent the day ignoring the gnawing inside him, he knows he needs to resolve things with Connor before he brings Darren back into the equation.

Now he sits on the side of his bed as Connor stirs and sits up.

“Have you been here all day?” Stan asks.

Connor leans back against his headboard. “Yeah.”

“Darren’s fun to hang out with,” says Stan. “But shit, he loves his movie trivia. Has his own YouTube channel and everything. He’s the only person I’ve met who’s more of a film nerd than you.”

Connor snorts. “He seems a bit slow to me.”

“Are you surprised he acts that way, with the way you treat him?” asks Stan, a blunt accusation. “And despite you being a total prick to him, he really likes you.”

Connor takes a deep breath in through his nose and lets it out again.

“Likes what, exactly? Being my bitch?”

Stan chuckles. “Maybe. Maybe that’s what he needs. But you could stand to learn the art of aftercare.”

Connor cocks his head. “What about you? You still want to be my bitch?”

“What have I told you?” says Stan.

Connor holds the other boy’s gaze as long as he can, but when Stan’s calm expression doesn’t waver, he looks away. Can’t face what he sees there, and hates himself for it.

“Do you want to hear it again?” Stan asks.

When Connor says nothing, Stan climbs onto the bed and kneels in front of his roommate.

“It’s not just about sex for me anymore, Connor. It’s about you and me. I’m not leaving any time soon. Anyone walks out of this, it’s you.”

Connor swallows hard. He hates hearing this. Sure as shit doesn’t trust it. It’s just ways to manipulate him, and he won’t be manipulated.

“What do you think will happen if you believe me?” asks Stan. “That I’ll turn on you? Make a fool out of you?” He pauses. “Get bored of you?”

Connor twitches and Stan can see that yes, that’s it.

There’s a laugh in his voice at how ridiculous that is, as he says, “I let you do whatever you want to me. Do you know how much trust it takes to let someone take control of your body like that?”

Connor shakes his head. “You just want to be owned, like all the rest.” He looks up at Stan, his eyes glazed wet, his voice loaded with anger. “You need me to own you. That’s all this is.”

Stan gives him a sad look. “But you don’t own me. For a while I thought you did, but you don’t. And as much as I love what we have, as much as it fills some fucked up need in me, if you don’t get a hold of yourself, one day you’ll go too far and I’ll have to leave. And I know you don’t want that.”

Connor closes his eyes, reins himself in. “You need me.”

“No,” says Stan. “But I want you. I really fucking want you.”

He puts a hand on Connor’s knee and the other boy shivers.

“Do you want me to show you?” Stan asks.

Connor gives him a narrow-eyed look. “Show me what?”

Stan pushes Connor’s knees apart, as Connor did with him last night.

“Trust yourself to me. Let me do what I want to you. Let me show you what I want from you.”

Connor’s gut clenches, but there’s a part of him needs canlı casino siteleri to know what Stan might do. He thinks back to the night before, to impaling himself on Stan’s dick, to driving his lover to the edge then denying him.

If he gives himself up to Stan, he’s got no doubt his lover’s contempt will show itself, and it’ll be so much easier to walk away. Then he can stop torturing himself with the idea he and Stan can be anything more than an owner and his slave.

“Did you fuck Darren today?” Connor asks.

Stan nods.

“And did you hurt him?”

Stan shakes his head. “Of course not. I like him.”

Connor considers this. No matter what Stan says, there’s no way his lover ‘likes’ him. Not after everything he’s done.

“Use the restraints.”

Stan frowns. “Why?”

“You heard me,” says Connor, and his voice cuts with command.

Stan shrugs. He fetches the restraints and cuffs Connor’s wrists to his headboard, then slips a blindfold over the other boy’s eyes.

Connor moves down the bed so that he’s lying with his head on his pillow, and Stan undresses then gets back onto the bed.

“You know I can do anything to you that I want right now?” asks Stan.

Connor nods. Oh yes, he knows. It’ll all be over soon.

Stan feels the tension in the other boy as he slides Connor’s briefs down to his ankles and drops them beside the bed. His roommate’s now naked under his hands, restrained and helpless.

Stan runs his hands across Connor’s pale body, taking his time. Connor needs to know Stan has all the power, and will abuse none of it.

As Stan mouths and kisses his way down Connor’s body, the other boy moves under him, his body rising off the bed, one leg bent, pushing his hips up.

Stan crawls over him and brushes a palm across Connor’s flat chest, then rests his hand there, stroking the boy’s nipple with his thumb, while he takes Connor’s other nipple between his teeth and squeezes gently.

Connor moans softly, his hips rising up to empty air. He wonders what’s in Stan’s eyes now, now that Connor’s at his mercy, horny and writhing on the bed like a little bitch, desperate for a mouth or a hand on his cock. Denied as he’s denied Stan so many times before.

And Stan—Stan just wants Connor to know a kind touch. He flicks his lover’s nipple with his tongue and grazes it lightly again with his teeth, then moves across and does the same again. It’s a symmetry he’s learned from fucking women; never leave a nipple neglected.

And likewise, when his hand slides down Connor’s body, running down his lover’s flank, caressing his narrow hip and then angling in to cup his balls, his touch is the soft touch he uses on cute microbiologists who tell him their secrets in the grey hours of the morning.

In fact, it’s all he knows. How Connor fucks him is not what he wants to offer back, and he’s not been with any other men but Darren. Neither experience has helped Stan figure out what to do with Connor. And so, he travels down his lover’s body with open-mouthed kisses, closing a hand around Connor’s shaft as he takes his lover’s engorged head into his mouth.

Connor pushes his hips up, fucking himself in languid strokes into Stan’s mouth. Despite being restrained, the habit of directing his lovers is impossible to break, and his buttocks clench as he thrusts higher, urging Stan’s hand stroking his balls to move further back.

Stan lifts off Connor’s cock and kisses its tip. “I’ll get there,” he says, his voice measured calm. “I just want to take my time.”

He closes his mouth back over Connor’s stiff prick, and Connor laughs to himself. He’s almost forgotten this is revenge. Stan’s chance to show Connor he’s owned now.

Stan licks and sucks and pleasures Connor in every way the other boy’s taught him, and then slides lower down the bed. He lifts Connor’s blood-engorged shaft with his hand, and takes the other boy’s balls into his mouth, rolling each of them against his tongue. And now, as Connor lifts his arse off the bed, Stan licks as far back as he can, then teases Connor with a wet fingertip.

Horny as fuck now, Connor pushes against that circling fingertip, and can’t help moaning for more.

“Okay, but we’re going to need lube,” Stan says softly, and Connor gets a jolt of electricity in his stomach as the other boy gets off the bed.

Stan’s going to fuck him. He’s actually going to fuck him. And while Connor fucked himself on Stan’s cock the night before, he was in control of that—Stan has no idea what he’s doing.

The bed dips, and there’s the sound of a bottle cap being flicked open, a sound of air, then liquid expelled, then a whistle of air drawn back inside the bottle, the cap clicked shut.

For a moment Connor lies still in fear. Should he ask Stan to stop? Should he tell his lover to let him go?

Then Stan’s finger’s back circling, and it’s slick with lube, and now, sliding inside.

Connor lets out a sigh of yes, that’s perfect, as Stan slides his finger in, using long strokes, while his other hand, slick with lube, works Connor’s cock.

A mouthful of lube’s not a tasty treat for anyone, so it’s just his hand now, but Connor’s taught Stan well, and he soon has his lover leaking a steady stream of precum.

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Robert reached over and grabbed my cock, he stroked me till I blew all over the kitchen cabinets, his cock still in high gear, he was holding back he would fill my hole good. Robert grabbed my hips for leverage, then the assault on my hole happened. The man was a machine, he slammed his cock in, then gently for a few then hard till his cock tightened, his balls retracted, his cock a fire hose filling my hole full of his milky white semen.

Robert collapsed on my back, the man wiped out from pounding me so hard, I stood him up and pushed him to the island, I got on my knees and took the mans cock in my mouth, his cock semi erect, covered in his white cum, ass juice and lube. Robert hardened immediately, he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth like never before, his strokes long the man made me gag a few times.

His cock quickly shot its third load in my mouth, my ass dripping his seed on the kitchen floor. I grabbed a rag and wiped the floor and headed for the shower, Robert was spent, he had no more to give me, he collapsed on the bed he was done. I quickly showered when I came out Robert was asleep.

I covered him up and went to start breakfast, Robert slept for another hour or so, he came into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

I grabbed him and kissed him, he held his head to my chest, dam I was madly in love with this man, Robert and I stood there for about five minutes.

“Coffee Babe?” I asked him.

“Yes please sorry I fell asleep Tom I was so wiped out from what we had just done here in the kitchen.” Robert told me.

“Never apologize for being tired, you need sleep you go sleep, you need a kiss or a hug anytime.” I said to him handing him a coffee.

We sat had coffee I had breakfast ready I only had to make toast and eggs.

“So what shall we do today Tom?” Robert asked me.

“Actually I thought we could take the SUV and go pick up your Dad and bring him over for a visit.” I suggested.

“Really Tom are you sure?” Robert asked me.

“Yes of course I would like to get to know the man, get to hear more stories of when you were a wee lad.” I said laughing.

“Tom that would make the mans day, mine as well, call the home tell them we will be taking him out for dinner, so they know we will be there. Lets eat then we can get in the shower and we can head over there.” I said kissing him.

Robert held me, nice and tight to him.

“Thank you for all this casino siteleri Tom, I really do Love you so much.” Robert said his eyes welling up with tears.

“I Love you too, so so much.” I said to him.

Robert and I stopped and picked up flowers, then on to the home, we got a wheel chair and got him dressed up, in the chair and out the door. I let the man sit in the front seat, Robert would drive so they could see what we had planned for his Dad’s outing.

We drove by the home he grew up in, it was run down, ready to collapse, seems they would be building condos on that site soon. Robert pulled in the drive, you could see the memories flooded back to them both.

“I’m so sorry Son for how I treated you growing up, I was always mad at someone, or something, I was mean to you and your Mother, for that Son I apologize. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for being so miserable to you both.” Roberts Dad told him in tears.

“Dad I forgave you years ago, no need to bring it all back up, but thank you for being honest and admitting to me how badly you treated both me and Mom.” Robert said his eyes welled up with tears.

Robert slowly backed out of the drive, on to the next stop on our tour. It had been a very long time since the last time he and his Dad had visited his Mom’s grave together. We parked getting his Dad in the chair, we made our way, flowers in hand, yes yellow roses. This was so healing for them both, they cried they laughed, Robert introduced me to his Mom as his boyfriend, it was weird and good at the same time.

Our next stop not one filled with tears, a local ice cream shoppe they visited on Friday nights, we would have a cone then head home. We got his Dad in the house the man needed a much deserved nap, we got him settled in to the spare bedroom, the man out like a light in seconds. Robert and I both needed a nap as well, and something else but we would save that for later.

We had a nice dinner, then got his Dad back to the home, we stayed for a bit to get him settled, the outing had taken it out of him, but he looked so happy relaxed.

“Thank you Son for today you have no idea how much I loved every second being with you and Tom, you boys made an old mans day today.” His Dad told him pulling in Robert for a hug.

“I love you so much Son, I could not have asked for a better Son than the one I have right here, So very proud of you Robert.” His Dad slot oyna told him in tears.

Robert held his Dad as they both cried it out.

“Love you too Dad, best day we have had in such a long time.” Robert told him.

“Tom thank you for everything you have done for me today, and how happy you make my Son here, I have never seen the man looking so good or so happy in a very long time, again Tom thank you and Love you too Son.” Roberts Dad told me .

“You’re most welcome Sir, glad you enjoyed the day, look forward to many more with the three of us.” I told his Dad.

Robert and I headed home he and I both back to work the next day, I looked forward to him and I spending our last night off alone. On the drive home Robert drove of course, he had this look I could not explain. He looked euphoric, so happy he and his Dad had finally patched up their differences, he turned to me his eyes welled up with tears.

“Babe whats wrong?” I asked him as he pulled the SUV to the shoulder of the road.

“Tom I can’t drive right now.” Robert told me.

Robert got out of the car and came to my door, he pulled into my chest, he was all out crying. I held him till he got himself under control.

“Robert are you okay Babe?” I asked him. He and I embracing on the side of the road.

“Tom I have never been so happy in my entire life, today was a day I could have only dreamed of, being with my Dad, being with the man I love with all my heart and soul. Tom I really do Love you so very much.” Robert told me.

“Robert you know I Love You too don’t you Babe?” I asked him.

“Yes Tom I know but it’s still so hard to believe sometimes.” Robert said to me, leaning in for a kiss.

I got Robert in the SUV, unbuckled his pants, slid his zipper down, his cock straining to bust out of his jeans. I pulled his cock out of his underwear taking it deep inside my mouth, I swallowed the mans tool deep then out till only the knob was on my lips, he would not last long , his balls stirred, his cock swelled, Robert grabbed my head and fed me his huge tool, his cock exploded so much white creamy cum, I greedily swallowed every last drop.

Robert sat there he was spent I left his cock out, I tied his seat belt, kissed him, held the kiss, then I got in the car, once home I opened the door for him, unbuckled his seat belt, held him close to me.

“Babe I Love you so much.” I told him staring deep in his canlı casino siteleri eyes.

“Love you too Tom.” He and I kissing in the garage.

“Tom you and I never had sex in the garage yet.” Robert said to me pushing up against the car.

Robert dropped to his knees tearing at my shorts to get them off, Robert took my semi erect penis deep into his mouth, the man would be deep throating soon, he sucked me the way I liked it done, he held my cock deep in his mouth his hand stroking my cock as he took it deep in his mouth. Within minutes my balls were ready to explode, I soon fed him what he desired.

My cock shot more and more cum, who knew he and I had so much to spill. Robert stood his cock still out of his pants from the blow job on the side of the road, his cock rock hard. I took his cock in my mouth I lathered him up, then spit in my hand and wet my hole. The man needed no more information he knew what I wanted what I needed so badly.

I was bent over the side of the SUV Robert positioned his cock to my hole, my greedy hole soon swallowed him up, his cock tight inside me, it felt so right. Robert gave it to me, my hole would be sore but satisfied. His staying power lasted so much more now, Robert was rough and gentle, then when he was close his strokes were harder, his cock would go right through me, his cock would come out of the other side of me.

Roberts orgasm like no other, he was a wild man, he held my hips in his tight grip, his cock pounded my hole, the man needed to cum and my ass would be his outlet. I grabbed my own cock it flopped while he used my ass, I stroked a few strokes my cock shooting the side of my SUV with my own semen.

Robert pulled my hips in tighter, I would have marks on my hips his grip so hard, his cock pistoned my ass, his balls finally sending out it’s load to be injected deep into my hole. Roberts whole body convulsed as his balls drained into my hole, he finally collapsed on me, myself holding onto the SUV to keep me up.

Roberts cock slowly slipped free from my ass, his cum dripping down my legs , my own cock dribbling the remains of the load I had just deposited on the side of my Suv. Robert turned me around, pinned me to the Suv, kissed me, his lips tender, the kiss held in place till he pulled back enough to tell me.

“I Love You Tom Matthews.” Robert told me.

“I Love You Too Robert Miller.” I told him kissing him.

Robert and I got the car cleaned off, wiped the cum off the garage floor heading in for a shower. We would have a quiet night him and I snuggled up on the couch alone, he and I both tired from the day and what we had just done in the garage.

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