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The Apollo Lounge is situated at a busy intersection downtown in the heart of the community. Such a locale, cheap booze and “adult entertainment” make it a popular haunt for gays.

As for me, I recently turned 22 and graduated NYU school of nursing, one of only a handful of guys in that school. I soon found employment at a hospital in NJ. My chosen career in health care is a female dominated profession, but so what.

I’ve always been effeminate, someone who enjoys the company of women, just not one at a time.

Standing 5 9, I have a swimmer’s body. In fact, I was on my high school swim team for four years.

Anyway, at 22 I am peeking out of my gay closet. On a recent balmy evening a red Toyota driven by a strikingly handsome Hispanic dude named Jose let me off a block from my ultimate destination, the Apollo Lounge. I paused to peer nervously in both directions before heading for that haunt.

The place turned out to be just as I expected. Cute men are everywhere I look. The place is noisy and crowded. A female impersonator performs “her” act on stage for a group of excited men.

A large rainbow flag hangs from a ceiling beam. Large five-bladed ceiling fans spin cooling the air. A smoking hot bartender is chatting up his customers as he serves them.

Nearby is a staircase. Some research on the internet tells me that the upper floor is also part of this club.

After watching the DRAG queen for a few minutes I took a seat at the end of the bar.

A gorgeous brown-haired fellow with a pencil beard approached after a few seconds. He is wearing a green tank top with jeans. konya escort A small tattoo adorns his left shoulder.

“What can I get for you?”

“Michelob on tap please,” I replied.

I watch him pour my beer then started a conversation with him.

He turns out to have started working here a year ago. He is dating someone named Alan whom he’d met in painting class. I mentioned that “I’m currently single.”

“I’ve seen a lot of hookups here.”

Anyway as I sipped my beer our conversation was interrupted.

The evening seems to not be going well. All around me men are either hooking up or came with a partner. I, as usual, remained bashful about meeting people.

At the top of the staircase a room is furnished with comfortable red mattresses. Four very large flat-screen televisions_ two opposite the entrance and one on each side wall_are showing man on man sex.

Propped up on my elbows with knees slightly raised and shifting my eyes side to side, I watched the videos on the back wall. During those initial moments the left side TV shows the “69” while that on the right shows doggy style intercourse.

Before long blood rushed to my dick giving me a boner. My hand crept downward to stroke it lightly through my jeans.

Would club management object to me getting completely naked? I can’t be the only guy who comes into this room to jack off. For the time being I would remain clothed.

I headed back downstairs to the bar for another beer.

“You’re back,” said the bartender.

“Can I have another beer?”

He slid the mug konya escort bayan to me.

“Hey you,” said the dude sitting on my left.

I turned my head.

He looks familiar. Was he at Sayville High?

I opened with a question. “Did you play high school football?”

“Stevie don’t you remember me? It hasn’t been that long since highschool.”

“I was on the swim team. You played football.”

We engaged each other in chit chat passing the time. Much, though not all of the conversation, was about school days.

After a few minutes I said finally, “I’m surprised to find you in a gay bar.”

“I came out in college. My best friend Matt back then was a party animal so there were always girls around. I couldn’t keep pretending to like girls so I fessed up to him.”

“Are you and Matt still friends?”

“We’re still friends. He’s dating my sister Anne.”

“If Matt was gay would you do him?”

“Yah, in heartbeat,” Mike said.

“Is he hot?”

“He has OK looks but he’s an awesome friend.”

“Do you know there’s a room upstairs with televisions?”

“Guys go up there to jack off.”

I opted to not admit that I just came from there.

“Do they get completely naked or just unzip or rub it through the pants?”

“What ever floats your boat,” Mike said grinning.

I giggled at the reply.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Without saying a word we headed upstairs to watch the videos.

“Take it all off dude.”

I pulled off the Classic Wine polo shirt revealing my bare chest. With a light touch, he circled escort konya my nipple then the opposite areola.

“Are you flirting?”

Michael gave a speechless grin.

Seconds later I tossed my jeans and BVD briefs onto my shirt,

Lying on my back, I closed my hand around my boner and pumped rapidly.

He focused on my rapidly moving hand. A minute passed, then another minute, then several seconds. Cum streamed leaving droplets of white goo inches above my navel.

Michael undressed while I was busy masturbating.

He crawled over me putting his face in my lap and his thick cock over my lips. For nearly two minutes heads bobbed, lips and tongues moistened each other’s dick.

A couple of days passed uneventually. Though we had exchanged phone numbers, I waited for him to call me.

The call came at 6 in the evening while I was eating dinner. I had been home from work for almost 3 hours, having left at 3.

“Michael it’s about time you called.”

“I was waiting for you to call me.”

“Do you feel like taking a walk by the water?”

Fire Island is a barrier making the water placid along Long Island’s south shore. Beyond Fire Island is The Hamptons.

“Sounds good,” he said.

Just before sunset we arrived at The Hamptons. The tide had gone out leaving rippled mudflats beyond the dry sand.

Seaguls glided over surf and sand, their cries racing through the air.

We walked and reminesced about school days. Back then we didn’t move in the same circles but there was mutual respect.

“Did you know you were gay back in high school?”

“I knew on a subconscious level but I couldn’t admit it to myself.”

“You didn’t date girls.”

“No,” he said.

Michael and I gazed at the colors created by the orange setting sun.

“I always knew that I’m gay.”


“Stevie everybody always knew it.”

Point taken, I thought.

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Red, white and blue lights danced in my rearview mirror and I started to panic. For a moment, desperation set in and I thought about making an escape. I was in so much trouble that I was on the verge of tears. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and grabbed my license and registration and tried not to panic. Not only was I speeding, I was on my way home from hanging out with my friends and we had been lighting up. I knew the cop would smell it on me and search my car. Lucky I didn’t have any more on me.

To make things worse, my dad worked for the state. I wasn’t sure what this would mean for him, but it couldn’t be good.

The Texas highway patrolman asked me if I knew how fast I was going. I tried to be polite and responsive like I was taught.

“Yes, sir. I apologize.”

“You in a hurry, son?”

“No, sir. Just heading home.”

“Where are you coming from?”

“I was just out with friends, sir.”

“You been drinking, son?”

“No, sir.”

“You been smokin, though.” It wasn’t a question this time.

“Yes, sir.” I lowered my eyes, admitting my guilt.

“Stay put for me son.”

My dad was going to kill me. We didn’t have the best relationship before this, and I knew he wouldn’t go easy on me. My parents didn’t know I smoked weed. They didn’t know a lot about me. They have no idea that I drink occasionally, that I am dreading college, or that I’m gay. I always felt like I was never who they wanted me to be, but we do have a strong bond. It’s been complicated. I know they try, which is why I try so hard to hide the parts of me I think they’ll be ashamed of. There was no hiding this, though, and I feared this may be a domino that starts a chain reaction of unfortunate revelations. Would they arrest me for smoking weed? I just now realized I didn’t even know the consequences of breaking the law. If my dad had to come bail me out of prison, tonight threatened to be the worst night of my life.

I saw the officer head back towards me in the rearview mirror and braced myself for the worst.

“You’re Dave’s boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I thought I might cry but fought it with everything I had.

“Well, it’s either your lucky day or your unluckiest.” I started to feel sick. “I’m gonna have to ask you to follow me.”

The mystery of the unorthodox situation alleviated my fears enough to prevent my panic attack, but this feeling of dread sat heavily in the pit of my stomach. I followed the officer’s car for a while desperately curious to know where he was taking me. After five minutes on the highway, we finally took an exit and eventually turned into a nice neighborhood. The officer stopped in front of a modest home, parked his car and returned to my window.

“Park it, son. You’re going inside.”

I parked my car, followed the officer to the door and waited as he knocked.

Who opened the door but State Senator Hugh Davis.

Hugh was an old bully, a senior politician, and a sexy bear of a man. He was a big man – an athlete in his prime, but now more of this boulder of aging muscle and excess bulk. He was just my type. My dad worked on his staff and I’d met him a couple of times at his work functions. He carried himself with this indescribable confidence. I remember one event in particular. A few years ago, I attended a re-election rally my dad had assisted with and I was mesmerized by his charisma.

I was there early to hang posters with my dad when he first introduced himself to me. The firmness of his handshake, the gleam of his smile, that look in his eye. He somehow made you feel like you were important to him within thirty seconds. He also had this subtle Texas drawl that made him even more irresistible to me. He thanked me for helping and told me how lucky I was to have my dad and how bright my future would be. After our brief encounter, I spent the rest of the event staring from a distance. I watched his every move and traced his round body with my eyes. I don’t know if Hugh was the reason or just the first time I had realized that I had a thing for a real man’s belly. I gawked at his gut, his powerful frame, and wondered what he might look like naked.

I had seen him a couple of other times, but mostly I knew him from stories. kırklareli escort My dad talked about how kind he could be, but also described him as ruthless. I couldn’t tell if he admired Hugh, feared him, or hated him.

Now I stood before Hugh Davis, guilty and trapped. He thanked the officer for escorting me here and dismissed him.

“Come inside, Collin.”

His house was not particularly large, but it was beautiful inside. He led me to an office where he took his seat behind a large oak desk and beckoned me to sit across from him.

“I’m afraid you’ve made some poor decisions tonight, Collin.”

I bowed my head in shame.

“Officer Miles tells me you’ve been speeding, driving recklessly, and smoking weed this evening. Is that true?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Collin have you been drinking.”

“No sir.” I was still looking at the floor.

“Look in my eyes, Collin.”

I looked up and softened a bit. This intense lust was building within me, but was suppressed by the overwhelming feeling of shame, guilt, and fear.

“Don’t lie to me tonight, boy. Do you understand?”

His eyes warned me that I’d better listen.

“I understand, sir. I have not been drinking.”

“Good. Don’t you ever drink and drive, you hear?”

“Yes, sir.” My eyes dropped a bit with my response.

“Eyes on me boy.”

I returned to him.

“Now, do you understand what you face?”

I shook my head no.

“Just for marijuana use, son, you’d probably spend the night in jail and wait for your daddy to come bail you out. Probably have to pay a nice fine for the smoking, and another for speeding and reckless driving.”

A lump formed in my throat.

“Your daddy would have to answer for that at work, too. He might get a citation or even a disciplinary review.”

“No, sir. Please don’t punish him.”

“I’m not done yet. We haven’t even mentioned your future. In addition to all that, this goes on your record. I know you’re planning to go to school here in Texas because I got your graduation announcement and mailed you a little check. With this on your record, your admittance could be revoked and any scholarships forfeited.”

I dropped my head once more and he again commanded me to look back up.

“Now, tell me. What do you suppose we do about all this?”

“Sir, I apologize for what I’ve done. I know I messed up and I will face my consequences, but please leave my dad out of it.”

He held up the paper that the officer had handed him.

“Do you know why Officer Miles called me instead of taking you to prison?”

“No, sir.”

“You see, you are still your daddy’s boy. You’re a dependent. Do you know what that means?” I nodded, “Your daddy works for the government, so when you get looked up in the system, it shows your daddy’s file too. If this goes on your record, it goes on his employment file.”

“Well, I’m 18 now!” I desperately tried to devise a solution on the fly and he smirked at me. “Can’t we fill out some forms and change my status to an independent adult or something?”

He chuckled softly. “Boy, you got a lot to learn. It ain’t that simple.”

I was getting truly desperate and realized I had already made my mistakes and was powerless to the consequences.

“What can I do, sir?” I plead for mercy. “Is there anything you can do?”

“I like you, Collin. I remember when you came and helped me at my rally when you were a young boy. You are polite and intelligent. You’re dad is a good servant too. It would be a shame to see you waste your future.”

“So, you’ll help?”

“This is more than ‘help’, Collin. You’re asking me to save you. I would really have to stick my neck out for you on this one.”

I sat patiently and hoped he’d feel merciful.

“I can see you are remorseful, but have you really learned your lesson?”

“Yes, sir! I promise I will never smoke again. I’ll never drink again. I’ll never even speed again, not five miles over the limit. I’d do anything sir.”

“Collin, look in my eyes.”

With the dread and fear slowly turning to hope, I looked deep in his eyes this time. The fading worries released the block that was suppressing the feelings of lust. As I stared kırklareli escort bayan in his light brown eyes, the lust spread like wildfire.

“I am going to help you, but I need you to know that you will be indebted to me in a serious way.”

“Thank you, sir! Anything.”

“Collin, I am going to make this citation disappear and it will be our secret. Not even your dad will need to know. But it’s going to take a lot from me. And in return, I’m going to ask a lot of you. And you’ll need to keep our deal a secret. Do you understand?”

I nodded, nearly unable to speak. I was so grateful, so relieved, so horny for him. I could sense what he would ask of me and I wanted it.

“Collin, until you go off to school, I expect you to obey my command. I want you to work as an intern in my office and be my little assistant. You will run my errands, fetch me food, and do whatever else I ask.”

“Yes, sir.” My responses were now enthusiastic rather than despondent.

“We are you going to test your obedience now. Come here, boy.”

I stood from my chair and approached him as he turned to the side, away from his desk. I looked into his eyes and he looked down at the floor commanding me to kneel without so much as a word. I obeyed. I lowered his pants to his ankles and kissed his underwear. I was desperate to please him and show my gratitude for rescuing me. I kissed his cockhead through his white briefs and grabbed his bare thighs with my hands. I felt his strong, hairy legs and knew he was more man than I would ever be. His dick began to stir from the attention and I looked up into his eyes from down below. He looked sternly down at me and commanded me to move the process along.

“Take it out, boy.”

I pulled the waistband of his white briefs and revealed his beautiful cock. I pulled the briefs down to where his pants rested just above his ankles and he stepped out of his clothes with my assistance.

Once we freed his legs, I returned to his lap and admired his cock. He was perfect to me. As he sat deep in his chair, his chubby cock rested neatly on his big nuts. He was all-natural man with a nest of grey hair sprouting from the base and spreading from the source. His hair was thickest right above his cock and became lighter and softer as it spread. His mushroom head was round and soft and I finally reached to touch it. It was the first cock I ever held and it sent a thrill through my horny body. It was electric. I kissed the soft, pinkish head and pulled it up. I could feel it stiffen in my hand which only made me throb even more myself.

As he grew in my hand, I licked along his shaft and got my first taste. His hand appeared as he grabbed the base of his dick and pushed it downward so the slit looked me right in the eye.

“Put it in there, boy.”

I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. He was still hardening but was already filling my inexperienced mouth. I held him there and treasured the feeling until I had to release for air. As I released, his slobbery dick bounced and pointed out and up, now proudly at full mast. As I caught my breath I admired his final form. His erect dick was so thick and defined by multiple deep veins that made him look more powerful. Staring at it, I became desperate for him. After years of wondering and lusting, I sat between his thighs and had the real thing and it was better than I could imagine.

I eagerly took him in and tried to replicate what I had done so many times in my fantasies. He was my first but I had done my homework and, more importantly, I was desperate to please him. For ten minutes, I tried to show him how grateful I was. I sucked and sucked with all my might. I swirled my tongue around his head as I bobbed up and down. As I picked up the pace, he became vocal.

“That’s it boy. Suck that fat cock.”

Delighted by his words, I moaned on his cock as I sucked which elicited a groan from him.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Hmmmmmmmmm”

“Arrrrrhhh, you’re a dirty little cocksucker aren’t you, boy?”

I was leaking in my shorts. I was so stimulated that I began to feel disoriented.

“That’s it, you little slut. Show Daddy how grateful you are and beg escort kırklareli for his cum.”

It was too much to just keep moaning. I let him go for a moment and panted as I caught my breath and begged. “Daddy, please give me your load.”

He grabbed my head with both hands and forced me back down on his cock. He guided my head up and down at his own furious pace as I relaxed my neck and focused my own efforts on my cheeks. I sucked hard and released and swished my slobber across his shaft. I used my tongue to dance across his slit as he forced my head up and down and up and down and up.

“This is my mouth now, boy. I own you. I own your freedom, your future, and I own that tight little hole.”

I was moaning all over his cock as he forced me up and down still and precum began to flow in my shorts. My hole puckered as if he spoke to it.

“Are you a virgin, boy?”

I mumbled a stifled “mmhmm” as he used my mouth.

“Ohhhh shi–” the pleasure seemed to get the better of him as he lost his breath. “That’s a good boy. I’m going to claim that tight hole and it will be all mine. That’s daddy’s hole now, you hear?”

“Mmhmmm” I looked in his eyes as he belittled me.

“I want it to be sparkling clean all the time. Ready for daddy to use it as he pleases.”

He picked up the pace and my jaw started to grow tired. I didn’t care.

“That’s a good boy. Use that tongue. Daddy’s getting close. Show me how much you want it.”

I squeezed and twirled him and tried to use suction in all the right places. He started to sing.

“Ohhhhh boy. Arrrrrrrhhhhh. Yes, like that. Suck hardddd!”

I sucked with all my might and his hips bucked and his body tightened. His belly grew as he gasped and heaved and finally released. He let go of my head as his first spurt hit the back of my throat. I kept my mouth around his dick as he shot again and again.

He moaned louder and his belly tightened repeatedly. His entire frame shook beneath me as he finally eased back from orgasm.

I made a mess in his bush. He shot so much cum in me that I couldn’t keep it in. I swallowed what I had and licked everything I could off his body. I pinched the base of his cockhead and he spasmed as I drew the last glob of creamy white cum and licked it off him.

I looked up in his eyes and he smirked down at me. The corner of his lip turned up as he reminded me what I owed him. “That was a good start, boy, but never forget what you owe me.” His face became stern again and he held up the piece of paper and warned me, “I will make this disappear as long as you obey.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you.” I sounded pathetic as I tried to catch my breath.

He reached out and wiped some cum off my chin and put it in my mouth. “We will need to improve this, boy. A good boy doesn’t waste Daddy’s cum.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Go home and tell your father that you were out with friends and ran into me at the park. We caught up and I asked about your plans and you told me about school in the fall and how you didn’t have plans for this summer. Tell him I offered you an internship and you come to work tomorrow ready to perform.”

“Yes, sir.”

“All summer long, boy, you will do as I say. Starting with some ground rules. I already told you to keep that hole clean. You will also address me as ‘sir’, or ‘Daddy’ when we have privacy. You will ask my permission to cum, and that includes when I am not around. If you are horny at home, you will text me and ask for permission. You will obviously not have sex or fool around with anyone else but Daddy. I own your body now. And lastly, you look me in the eyes when I talk to you. You understand my terms boy?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Now go on home, it’s already late and your parents will be expecting you soon.”

“Yes, sir.”

I stood to leave and remembered my own unfinished orgasm as my wet shorts rubbed against my stiff cock with each step toward the door. As I reached the door, Hugh called me.

“One last thing! You will still be punished for what you’ve done. My punishment will be different to the consequences you escaped tonight, but there will be punishments to endure. If you prefer to cancel our deal, that can still be arranged and you can face the natural consequences. Just know that if you accept my deal, you will learn to overcome pain and submit to your master. I will own you.”

It was too late to go back now. I knew my debt, and though I was apprehensive of his punishments, I was so infatuated that I didn’t know if I’d ever lust after another man again.

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All Rights Reserved © 2021, Rick Haydn Horst

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

IMPORTANT: Be sure to read the 16 chapters of my the first novel in this series: Millstone Novel 1 before you read this one!

CHAPTER THREE

Millstone’s Sources

Bare as You Dare Day had arrived, a Franklin Funday that took place the second Saturday of July every year, and it’s exactly what it sounds like. The freedom of expression in Franklin was almost sacrosanct, and the city had a sizable number of nudists who went without clothing, weather permitting, of course. Bare as You Dare Day was to celebrate the beauty of the human body without shame, and for us to show solidarity to one of our often-maligned groups who just wanted to live their lives in peace like the rest of us.

All the other groups had their days of celebration as well, for example, May 22 was World Goth Day. The LGBTQ+ pride parade took place on the third Saturday in June, International Fetish Day was the third Friday in January, and so on.

Bare as You Dare Day had events that took place in the adults-only Roman Park, the city’s largest park at 100 acres. It had a serpentine brick wall surrounding most of it with two entrances made to resemble triumphal arches. It held the city’s open-all-hours indoor public pool in a stunning neoclassical edifice of enormous proportions.

Tucker started the Bare as You Dare Day challenge the day of Winter’s housewarming–the Hanging of the Chimney Hook–because he and I have one thing in common. In our youths, our prodigious endowments made us feel self-conscious by other people’s reactions to it. Independent of one another, we had concluded we should hide them behind long shirttails. But Franklin was not the outside world; we would not have the problem with it there that we had elsewhere. So, we had begun tucking our shirts, allowing ourselves the privilege that most every other man took for granted of not giving a fuck if anyone noticed, and that was a huge step for us. However, the Bare as You Dare Day challenge, as well-intended as it may have been, was too much too soon. Tucker came to me earlier in the week informing me that he reconsidered the whole thing. The idea of showing himself in such a public locale, surrounded by thousands of people carrying their cellphones with high-definition cameras and 4K video at the ready like a hounding horde of prospective paparazzi, scared the hell out of him. I commended him for his willingness to admit his limitations. For myself, as Max pointed out, I had a need to keep a low profile due to my witness protection, and Special Agent Thomas Sawyer of the U.S. Marshals would probably frown on that kind of exposure. Emiliano Vianello’s recognition of my face notwithstanding, if most people couldn’t recognize my face, that wouldn’t mean they couldn’t recognize my peace pipe; its size is particularly uncommon. And in my sexual need over the years, I had enjoyed the talents of a profusion of pole-smokers who would have had intimate knowledge of my anatomy. Of course, that wouldn’t mean we had to hide entirely, but just avoid well-lit locations where hundreds of photos at various angles by different people would make it harder to dismiss the images as anything more than photoshop. For as much as Max loved the idea of us joining the events at the park on Bare as You Dare Day, he said he couldn’t enjoy them without me. I really hated to disappoint him like that.

When I awoke Saturday, the sunlight from the east side of the building had brightened the sky enough to give the room a pleasant morning glow. Our bodies and sheets had reached the coolness that came with a satisfying slumber, inviting us to remain there, allowing the day to slip away with little notice or concern.

As we tended to arise before dawn by the alarm, I allowed Max a few more minutes repose as I indulged myself in the experience of a few rare domestic joys. He lay asleep facing me, his golden blonde hair in a handsome display of the manly morning tousle that I found so adorable. In his stillness and steady breath, my eyes lingered upon the lips that I had kissed so many times. In the daytime, those lips would speak to me words of love, compassion, and encouragement, and in the night, they had begun urging me never to stop with a whisper of my name.

Max had not known my previous name, and I wondered how long it would take before he grew curious enough to ask. He assured me that he would never make the mistake of calling me that anywhere but in our most secluded and pleasurable moments. It became our little secret, a name he would call me when he felt the most connected to me, and I longed to hear it. kırıkkale escort Knowing what it meant, the sound of it lingering on those lips as they spoke that little four-letter name expressed all I needed to know about us.

With a sudden deep breath, his eyes opened, and there’s nothing quite like the feeling of seeing the man you love smile at you the moment he awakens–another domestic joy denied by the morning alarm. He said nothing, pulled me to him, and we rolled until he had me beneath him where he wanted me. He moved my hardening appendage up my body between us where I would be most comfortable. I almost spoke, but he silenced me with a kiss and placed his finger to my lips with a slight shake of his head. I smiled, withheld my “good morning,” and played his little quiet game.

Our exhaustion the previous evening prevented us from anything more than removing our clothes and climbing into bed, so I knew what he wanted. Neither of us liked too many hours passing without my cock in his mouth at least once, and while we couldn’t always make that happen, he would take a slurp of me as often as possible.

As his hands massaged the shaft, he engulfed the head with his mouth, making love to my schlong. That morning, it was all about the cock, the fact that I was attached to it was a bonus. He bobbed his head on my knob, slid his lips over the shaft, and his talented tongue, where most of the magic happened, cast its spell over me, and within minutes, I was feeding my muscular man his favorite protein shake. Afterward, he hovered over me, kissed me, and we greeted one another with a “good morning.”

My first cousin once removed, Albert Sawyer, who lived across the hall, had a date the previous evening, so he had company that morning, and as it was Saturday, Tucker would spend a leisurely breakfast with Wade, so Max and I ate alone. By nine o’clock, we were cleaning up discussing the Vianello situation.

“I’ve given it some thought,” I said, “I think Vianello must know everything. I look different enough to fool most people, but he recognized me without having met me. The significance of him even bothering to approach me says something, but I’m not sure what, and that worries me.”

“He seemed friendly,” said Max. “He asked us to call him Emil. Would someone act so cordial if they meant any harm?”

“That’s hard to say; I’m sure it’s happened before. You know, Thomas Sawyer told me they sent me to Franklin because it was someplace the mafia wouldn’t go. I guess that’s out the window.”

“Nicolo Vianello is a New York mob boss with a gay brother who lives in Franklin,” said Max. “That’s why he’s here.”

“You don’t think that Emil’s just here for his son Bravo?”

“Oh, come now, have you no gaydar at all? I think both Emil and his son are gay.

“I don’t think I have gaydar,” I said.

“Well, maybe, that will develop over time. So, you’ve not changed your mind about meeting Emil tonight at the Belcaro.”

I shook my head. “I need answers for my own peace of mind.”

“Oh, good. If we can’t bare as we dare today with the masses, perhaps, we can tonight with a smaller crowd.”

Tucker left that morning to take possession of his new Jeep and the department called Detective Edgerton to a crime scene. He called us at 10:30 about the case of blue murder, inviting us to consult.

The village of Gothwick stood in an area that the previous inhabitants of Franklin had allowed to dilapidate, drawing more of the unsavory elements of society. From what we heard; one would have avoided walking down the street in the middle of the night anywhere there. However, an ongoing reclamation and revitalization effort had turned what was once a dangerous and seedy area into a place that someone would feel proud to call home. When we arrived, we had reached the vehicle barrier on the outer edge of the village, so we walked to our destination. We noted the parking structure we utilized even had a gothic flair with its pointed archways and black metallic railings.

Gothwick had pedestrianized and paved with cobblestone much of the village. They had already lain the stones for the main thoroughfare of Walpole Avenue and all its side streets for several blocks in every direction.

People strode about their business dressed in various modes of goth and gothic attire before public buildings whose Victorian Era façades looked right out of a Dickens or Stoker novel. No detail was overlooked, even every window in sight utilized the period-appropriate, smaller panes of glazing, but sandwiched between two larger panes of plate security glass, providing the Victorian aesthetic with a level of precaution that would still satisfy an insurance company. One thing struck me about it all, though, rather than using various treatments to provide the buildings with an aged appearance, everything looked relatively new, as it would have been 150 years earlier. I guessed that they escort kırıkkale wanted it to age naturally over time.

From the map on Max’s phone, we found Gothwick Cemetery, a few blocks off Walpole Avenue located between a housing area and the 80 percent finished, gothic cathedral inspired by Notre Dame in Paris. Since people were leaving the area, the Catholic Church couldn’t afford to complete or maintain it, so they abandoned it in the early 1990s. The property was sold to the city during that area’s most derelict era.

Like many cemeteries throughout the world, a wall enclosed this one, but through the gate, we could see many mature trees and several thousand above-ground vaults visible in a pre-parceled, well-maintained space that could easily hold over a million internments on its 120 acres. It seemed clear that the planners of the cemetery intended it as a long-term plan for Franklin County, which could take a couple of hundred years to fill.

We found the entrance to the cemetery at the cut-off corner of the property. It sat within sight of the unfinished cathedral, providing a gothic-ruin-like quality to the atmosphere. One of a couple of uniformed officers greeted us at the gate barring entry to the crime scene. He told us we would find the mausoleum where the path before us named Eternity met the junction for the paths of Chaos and Harmony.

I held Max’s hand and we strolled the pebbled pathway with the tread of our feet, the occasional bird, and the light breeze rustling the leaves of trees as the only sounds. Having reached that point more than three football fields lengths into the cemetery, there stood the largest and most prominent mausoleum located in the center of an oversized, raised platform of octagonal shape. The structure, made of some gray stone and 30 feet tall and 40 feet in diameter, appeared to me like the fully rounded apse of a cathedral built with a series of buttresses and all the necessary trappings of Gothic architecture.

However, as attractive as we found the mausoleum, it couldn’t hold our attention. Similar in position to the numbers on a clock face, seven elongated stone vaults surrounded the building on the octagonal platform’s flat sides about 30 feet from the building. We stood on the three steps that led to the top, where the eighth one at 6 o’clock should have been. Upon the first vault to our right, near the mature Dragon’s Blood Tree, sat a larger-than-life, white granite statue of an attractive naked man crouching down, and on his back, he displayed an enormous, elegantly crafted set of bronze bat wings. Max and I studied the eye-catching piece for a moment. By the statue’s appearance, I sensed the being had just landed, and having flown a great distance, he paused to catch his breath, the chiseled features of his face expressed his fatigue, and his eyes stared intently at the door of the mausoleum before him.

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” said a somber feminine voice. The intrusion into the silence startled both Max and me; we spun toward the sound. “He’s the first of our seven fallen watchers,” it said. “I suppose we’ll have to install the second one now.” The woman stood in the shadows near the door and seemed reluctant to step into the light to show herself fully.

“Who are you?” I asked as we approached the shadowy form.

“I’m Twila Korbell, but you might hear the others refer to me as Ms. Renfield.”

She opened the door and entered the mausoleum, so we did likewise. The interior showed that it had no windows, but enough light emanated from the fixtures in the dome-like ceiling and walls to see well once Twila closed the door behind us, shutting out the sunshine. It lasted only a moment, but I got a better look at Twila. At about 35 years old, she had straight, tawny hair, a beautiful face, pale skin, and light-colored eyes. Her tan pants and cream-colored button-up told me that she wasn’t goth. In the center of the room lay a stone staircase built into the sides of a wide circular shaft that spiraled downward.

“Don’t you want to know who we are?” asked Max, his voice echoing off the stone surrounding us.

“I know who you are,” she said in a smooth, breathy voice. “You’re the private dicks looking for Officer Sawyer.” Twila gripped the wrought iron handrail as she descended, and we followed.

“Detective Edgerton isn’t here?” I asked.

“He left about 15 minutes ago; he said that someone found a body in a motel on the other side of the city.”

“Another body?” asked Max.

“When it rains, it pours, eh, fellas?”

The voice was Albert Sawyer’s, my first cousin once removed, and came from 350 feet below us. When we reached the bottom of the staircase, Albert stood there looking official in his usual leather police uniform, but we had foregone our customary hug as the magnificent room had us distracted.

During our years living in the City of Franklin, Max and I had come across many kırıkkale escort bayan unusual places and complicated circumstances. It took time to learn the full story behind where we were, but I’ll try to condense it. Throughout the 20th century, Gothwick was known by the more banal name Franklin Heights, a middle-class neighborhood with a lot of nuclear families, away from the more coveted neighborhoods like those that became Estonia, Queensbury, and Adriatica located on “the other side of the bay” as the locals called it. Franklin Heights held the families of businessmen and the people who kept Franklin functioning as a city.

During the boom time in the early part of the 20th century, in Franklin’s determination to “Keep Up with the Jones’s” of other cities that people viewed as modern, the city started an effort to have its own subway system. The spending for it got out of control, and when the stock market crashed in 1929, that effort died as unceremoniously as the men who jumped to their death from the rooftops of downtown buildings. So, the lengthy tunnels sat un-railed and unused, languishing underground for decades. After the Second Red Scare of the 1950s, and when the fallout shelter craze began, someone got the bright idea to enlarge some areas of the tunnels and utilize them as the city’s underground bunkers in the case of a nuclear attack. They located one of them at the subway station in Franklin Heights.

After many years, a group of seven Elder Goths, known as The Fallen Watchers, bought the land that contained the entrance to the subway, including the subway station turned nuclear bunker. They also purchased its neighboring park from the city when it went up for sale (a popular hangout for drug addicts in the past), and they bought several adjacent properties with dilapidating buildings and abandoned houses. They razed all the buildings and turned the whole 120 acres into an asset for the non-profit organization they formed called Gothwick Cemetery, licensed by both the state and local government. Their intention was to create a cemetery with beauty on par with the Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. They started selling grave plots and utilized the revenue to build the walled enclosure for the property, to build the mausoleum over the underground entrance, and to improve the underground space. Through the non-profit, they rented the underground bunker to themselves for a profit-making vampire goth nightclub called The Crypt. The high rent they paid to the non-profit was utilized to improve the cemetery, to assist with paying for elaborate above-ground vaults and statuary for those who couldn’t afford it, and for the completed renovation that we stared at just then in awe.

They restructured the entire underground interior, removing two suspended floors that had divided the height of the room by thirds. Seeing it as we saw it then, I couldn’t imagine the space the elders had purchased from the city, but 12 years of hard work and vision had us enveloped by a voluminous room that once just held the platforms where one would catch the non-existent subway train (the recesses in the floor for those were filled in). They had lined the room in Corinthian columns about 80 feet tall. Their heights led the eye upward to the breathtaking fan vaulted ceiling that stretched the full length of the room, 100 yards long and 35 yards wide. If we hadn’t a job to do and a body to see, I felt I could have stood there for hours, my attention lost to anything, but the delicate shadows cast by the intricate stones laid on the ceiling above us with spiderweb-like precision and artistry. The walls, where some designs might have had towering tracery windows, they had covered in blood-red velvet draperies to help absorb the music they played during the night hours. In various strategic places stood spiring electric candelabras, and massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling. A series of carpets covered the floor in most areas and upon them, they placed Victorian-era lounges and other seating. And finally, upon that seating sat three women and three men, all wore robes or dressing gowns, and all were weeping.

“Who are they?” I asked.

Twila said, “They’re Pascal and the five remaining Elder Goths of the nightclub’s coven of vampires.”

“Vampires…,” said Max. “It’s daytime. Shouldn’t they be in their coffins?”

“They were,” said Albert. “We woke them when we got here, and they were none too happy about it, but once they discovered why, they’ve been like that.”

“They loved Barty very much,” said Twila. “We all did.”

“From left to right,” said Albert, “that’s the couple Genevieve Beausoleil and Pascal Cochet, Cyra and Yvonne Beausoleil are also a couple, and so are Wren and Fabrice Beausoleil. Beausoleil is their coven surname taken from the original elder’s birth surname, Nathanael Beausoleil. He died three years ago from heart disease. The statue you couldn’t have missed on the surface sits on his tomb and the artist made it in Nathanael’s likeness. None of these people are biologically related. They all claim to have last seen the victim, Bartholomew Beausoleil, well before 4:00 a.m. when the club closed, and everyone went to their rooms. They all give one another an alibi.”

“What do you do here, Ms. Korbel?” I asked.

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Summary: Straight guy discovers the joy of cock in gym shower.

Note 1: This is a NUDE DAY 2021 Contest Story, since nudity awakens a side of the protagonist he hadn’t known existed.

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this story.

Crossing the Line

Moving to San Francisco for a new job as an investment banker, my biggest concern (in addition to my wife and kids not joining me until the school year was over in four months) was finding a good gym.

I’d loved my gym back home, and I worried about finding a new one I’d be comfortable with.

During my first day of work, one of my colleagues, Jake, in fact my immediate supervisor but a cordial one, convinced me to try out the gym he went to. “Trust me, there’s no better gym in this town than The Crown. I’ll even meet you there so you can do a first month’s free trial as my guest.”

“Cool,” I said, Jake seeming like a pretty good guy, and a boss who was more supportive than… well… bossy.

So that same day after work I went to the gym, filled out a ridiculous amount of paperwork, changed, and did a workout with Jake. I felt it was a very good gym with a great vibe about it. However, as we finished our workout Jake said, “So I do need to warn you about something.”

“Oh?” I asked, his tone oddly ominous.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal, but with your coming out here from the South, you may find it strange,” he said.

“I’m not some southern hillbilly,” I objected.

“I know, but I’m just saying; we have a unique tradition here.”

“Tradition?” I asked, his almost nonexplanatory explanation sounding all cloak and dagger-ish.

“Well, more like an extra perk.”

“Okay,” I said, not known for my patience, “So just get to the point and tell me.”

“It’s better if I show you,” he put me off, leading me past the sauna and towards the showers.

“Hey, no sauna?” I called him on it, finding a ten-minute steam always helped my muscle recovery.

“Ordinarily yes,” he agreed, “but today I want to show you something first.”

“All right,” I said, by now getting really curious.

We reached the shower area and I gasped. Two guys were on their knees sucking two other men, while three others seemed to be waiting in line at the far end of the surprisingly large shower area. It was twice as large as any I’d ever seen before. Just to paint a clear picture, the two guys sucking cock were kneeling facing diagonally out from the far right corner of the huge shower room.

“What the fuck?” I asked rudely.

“It’s completely optional,” Jake said, “but if you’d like to bust a nut, just go wait in line.”

“Seriously?” I asked, this tableau seeming too extreme even for San Francisco’s wild reputation.

“Yeah, there’s usually at least one, but sometimes two, or even three cock suckers ready to service you,” he explained rather matter of factly.

“I guess I yam a southern hillbilly,” I joked, hamming it up while as I watched in perverse curiosity, “cos I ain’t never seen nothin’ back home like this heah, y’all!”

“Yeah, you uneducated hayseed,” Jake tossed back, which he could only get away with because we were colleagues, and in just a single day we’d established an excellent rapport. “So if y’all wanna getcher rocks off, y’all jess git over yonder, and getcherself inter that there lion,” he finished, out-hayseeding the actual hayseed.

“Really?” I asked, since levity aside, this arrangement seemed too outrageous to believe, even though I was looking right at it.

‘Yeah, but pay attention,” he said, pointing out a prominent diagonal red line painted on the floor separating the cock suckers’ corner from the much larger expanse of the room allowed to the cock suckees and for men who just wanted to shower. “See that Line?”

“Yeah,” I said, curious about its purpose.

“Cross the Line, and you too become a cock sucker,” he explained.

“What? Really? No way!” I said, as I watched one guy on his knees bobbing intensely on a chubby man’s dick.

“Yeah, the rules here are simple,” Jake explained.

“And what are they exactly?” I asked, unable to stop watching, as the chubby guy grunted and obviously came in the kneeling guy’s mouth.

“If you ever cross the Line, you’re immediately and forever a cock sucker around here.”

“You can’t be serious?!” I expostulated/asked, as the chubby guy pulled out of the other guy’s mouth, and a big black man with a ridiculously large cock stepped up and slid his cock inside the mouth, replacing him.

“Very serious,” Jake said. “It’s formally called ‘Crossing the Line’.”

“Creative,” I laughed, as I couldn’t take my eyes off of that black man and his huge cock.

“Yeah, if you cross the Line you become a cock sucker, and your purpose in life thereafter is to be on your knees serving all the other patrons of the gym,” he explained.

“And what if someone crosses it by accident?” I asked.

“You kilis escort just don’t,” he said, “or else,” as he walked up to join the queue of men waiting to be sucked.

I followed him, not to join the queue, but to ask him some more questions. “You don’t really receive blow jobs from guys do you?” I asked, knowing from her picture prominently displayed on his desk that he was married to a very pretty woman, and yet because of where he was standing, it seemed that he did.

“Of course I do,” he answered affirmatively. “Our job is stressful, my wife doesn’t really like giving them to me especially now that she’s pregnant, and men can always give way better blow jobs.”

“Seriously?” I asked, bewildered by what I was watching and what he was saying.

“Yeah, it’s great to have guaranteed opportunities to getcherself awf, as they say in the South!”

“If that’s supposed to be an impersonation, you’d better not quitcher day job!” I responded with a chuckle. “But what if nobody is here to do the sucking?” I asked, and now I was much closer, so I could clearly see how incredibly long the black guy’s cock was, while his… server?… bobbed on it.

“Another rule is that a cock sucker isn’t allowed to leave his post if he’s the only one there, until he’s replaced,” Jake explained, as a slim Asian man uneventfully crossed the Line, dropped to his knees, and the next guy in line walked up, and just as uneventfully slid his cock in his mouth.

“Holy shit,” I said, both because of what he’d just told me and what I’d just seen.

“Try it,” he said. “Your wife is arriving what… four months from now? This is a great way to get your releases without cheating.”

“It’s still cheating,” I pointed out, as my eyes continued being drawn back to the black man. I don’t think it was his being black. It was just that his cock was so big.

“Semantics,” he said.

“Why don’t you come over and cross the Line?” the black man asked me. “Then I can give you a much closer look,” having noticed my staring.

I shook my head in the negative, quickly turned around, scuttled to the other side of the showers and washed off… embarrassingly feeling my cock hardening.

As I washed I glanced over a couple of times, and both times the black man noticed, making me quickly avert my eyes.

I finished up and went to the change room, I was halfway dressed when the same black man walked past me. His towel was draped over his shoulders, and not remotely hiding his cock. He asked me, “You’re new?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying desperately not to look down at the fascinating big cock dangling between his legs.

“Married?” he asked, this question surprising me.

“Yeah,” I answered, relieved that he’d now realize I wouldn’t cross the Line.

“Good,” he said, as he went to a locker just a few feet away from the one I’d been assigned.

I don’t know why I asked, or why I even allowed the conversation to continue, but I asked, “Good why?”

He didn’t look at me at all as he dialed his locker code, “Because married men make the best cock suckers.”

“I’m not gay,” I stressed, wanting to make that very clear.

“I never said you were,” he said, drawing a shirt over his head, and since he was standing nearby, I could still see his big cock. Even though it was no longer hard, it was still massive. I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but it was just so majestic I couldn’t help it.

“Good,” I said, as he turned to me again, his cock still dangling like some chocolaty forbidden fruit.

“Most cock suckers here are married,” he added.

“Really?” I asked, trying to resist the desire to look down at his dick again.

“Yeah,” he said, then repeating his bizarre philosophy, “and like I said, married men make the best cock suckers.”

I didn’t respond, since his theory just seemed too far out there. I was married, and I’d never sucked a cock. Never considered sucking a cock. Never found guys attractive. Not any of them.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he continued, as he reached for a pair of boxers and I continued to avoid staring at his dick at all costs. I really didn’t want to suck it, but I was in awe of its sheer size. “You’re thinking, ‘This is ridiculous. I’m married. I’m straight.’ Yet deep inside you there’s an insistent curiosity. I saw it in your eyes when you watched me while trying not to.”

“I was just surprised,” I defended myself, which to me seemed a pretty good excuse.

“Yeah, I imagine you were,” he said, as he stood in front of me, boxers in hand, allowing me one last look at his cock. “But,” he continued, as he caught me taking yet another nervous glance downwards, “there was more than just surprise on your face. There was curiosity there too.”

“No, it was just surprise,” I stressed, which I felt was mostly true, even though I still couldn’t help glancing down at his black python.

“Sure,” he said with just the slightest chuckle, as I still couldn’t help glancing down kilis escort bayan at his cock once more… his tone making it clear he didn’t believe me.

I turned away and reached for my clothes, just as Jake walked in.

“Hey, Vince,” he greeted the black guy, thus informing me of the name of this guy whose dick was causing me so much confusion.

“Hey,” Vince said back. “Is this new guy your friend?”

“Yeah, new coworker,” Jake replied. “Newly arrived from Mississippi.”

“I see,” Vince said, and when I looked over, I saw he now had his boxers on. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised by the disappointment washing over me, but I was.

“Vince, this is Dwayne; Dwayne, this is Vince,” Jake introduced us, unaware of the awkward conversation Vince and I’d just had.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” he said back, and we all dressed in silence.

Jake and I were walking out when he asked me, “What did you think of the gym?”

“The gym is amazing,” I said, “but the shower room activities are a bit too weird.”

“Yeah, that takes a while to get used to,” he said.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it,” I said, the image of Vince’s huge cock still lingering in my head. I couldn’t figure out why I found it so intriguing!

“Trust me, the longer you’re away from your wife, the more likely you’ll become to take advantage of our special amenities,” he said.

“I don’t think so.”

“Trust me, no one sucks dick better than another guy.”

“I can’t imagine.”

“Trust me, I’m speaking from experience,” he insisted. “Guys understand dicks from the inside out, and a cock sucker is born to suck.”

“This is all just too much for me,” I said.

“I thought it was pretty weird at first too,” Jake agreed, “but over time I’ve come to find it a pleasant reprieve after a crazy workday, and also a sure thing. Which hasn’t been the case at home for several months.”

“But you’re cheating on your wife,” I pointed out.

“I don’t see it that way.”

“How do you see it then?” I asked, curious how he could possibly rationalize it.

“Simple. I’d never fuck another woman, but getting a blow job from another guy isn’t any different than our hanging out.”

“I’m pretty sure your wife would disagree,” I said. “And I’m positive that my wife would.”

He shrugged, “You may be right, but I’m not going to ask her.”

“Good call,” I said, shaking my head moralistically even as ironically, Vince’s cock popped back into my head.

“Trust me, getting blow jobs from guys is the in thing,” he said. “Maybe not down in Mississippi, but here in San Francisco? You betcha!”

“That I haven’t heard before.”

“You’ll change your mind.”

“I don’t think so.”

…..

That night out of curiosity I did some research, and was stunned to learn that straight men sucking dick was more common than I could have ever imagined. According to the survey, 20% of straight men had sucked at least one cock. That was one in five!!!

The next couple of stats on trans women was equally surprising: 74% of trans women had sucked at least one cock, and an incredible 92% had had their cock sucked. It was also interesting that 24% of straight women had eaten pussy… which was just an inch away from one in four, and which I found really hot. I’d dated thirteen women in my life including my wife, so statistically three of them had likely been with a woman. I tried to figure out which three they’d be… and no way would my wife be one of them.

The stats continued to surprise me, such as 18% of all women had fucked a straight guy’s ass, and 20% of straight men had been ass fucked. Although I’d never been curious about sucking cock, Beth, my college girlfriend, used to finger my ass while she sucked my cock, which always gave me the most intense orgasms, so occasionally I’ve contemplated getting ass fucked… although I’ve never considered it something I’d actually explore.

Perhaps the biggest surprise was the percentage of people who’d cheated, and if the survey was accurate, woman cheated substantially more often than men (57% to 36%).

Then I read a plethora of kinky things the people surveyed had reported doing in the past year, which made me look like quite the prude. Some of the craziest ones that caught my eye included:

-“Fucked my straight husband in the ass.”

-“Started playing with forced feminization with my boyfriend. Seeing him acknowledge his desires head-on and supporting him, was so, so sexy.”

-“I watched a man fuck my wife, and then ate the cream pie.”

-“Fucked 20 guys in 30 minutes.”

-“Gave a blowjob in the theater during Pet Sematary.”

-“Watched my wife get gangbanged by 15 men.”

-“Girl-only twenty person orgy.”

-“Had sex with a teacher from my daughter’s school.”

-“Got fucked over an outside balcony by four guys at International Mr. Leather.”

-“Fucked a hot boy who called me Daddy.”

-“Circle jerk with dudes escort kilis wearing tuxedos in a bathroom at a fundraiser.”

-“Went to a CumUnion party.” (which I learned was a males only sex club).

-“Went to a weeklong age-play campout.”

-“Role-played as a TSA agent.”

Coming from the South, I guess I’d lived a very vanilla sex life… since I’d found every one of those activities shocking… except perhaps the roleplay one, since my wife and I had done some… although all of it had been years ago… pre-kids. Actually, as I reflected back on my sex life, I realized all my best sexual encounters with my wife had been a long time ago. Shit, even my most recent blow job had been over a year ago!

I don’t know why, but I next googled fictional stories about straight guys sucking cock. I found some wild ones, like Turned Out on a Bet, Turning into a Cocksucker, Nosy Dad, Becoming a Cock Slave, Can a Straight Boy be Turned, Gay Like Dad, The Gay Maker, and the Power of Cock (a wild BBC one), all of them on Literotica.

I even shot a massive load all over myself as I imagined sucking a cock… not necessarily a black one, although that was the story that finally got me off.

Once I was done, I cursed myself.

What the fuck had I just done? I looked at the clock, and saw I’d wasted almost two hours reading about guys sucking cock or getting fucked by other guys!

Shit, I wasn’t gay!

Clearly though, I needed to fuck my wife the very next time I saw her.

…..

Next day, confident I could avoid the cock sucking area, I went back to the gym and worked out. Once done, I went to the sauna and let my muscles relax.

I then went to the shower. I knew I needed to quickly shower and leave, but curiosity got the best of me, and I wandered over towards the cock sucking queue. I didn’t plan to get my cock sucked, and I certainly didn’t plan to cross the Line, yet I was drawn to the area anyway.

Two men were on their knees… they were sucking two chubby white men, while in line were four more men… none of them Vince… whom for some reason I was looking for.

I felt a strange feeling of disappointment at his not being there. Yet, as I looked at the row of men in line. I saw a couple of other nice looking cocks… then I shook my head at the thought of my thinking that any guys’ cocks looked nice.

“Swallow it,” someone grunted, and I turned around and watched as a guy spewed a load in another guy’s mouth. As I watched, I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have a cock in my own mouth, or to feel a load shot into my mouth.

I turned aback around and saw a large black man strolling towards the Line. He was very chubby, but he had a big dick pointing right at me.

“I think you’re on the wrong side of the Line,” the black guy said to me, in the deepest voice I’d ever heard, as I realized I’d been staring at his big dick.

“Pardon?” I asked.

“It’s obvious you want to suck some cock,” he said, now standing right in front of me, not in line.

“What? No,” I replied.

“You sure?” he said. “I can always tell whenever I see a cock sucker.”

“I’m not a cock sucker.”

“If you say so,” he said. “But if you change your mind, or better yet, when you change your mind, I’d love to fuck that cock sucking mouth of yours.”

“Get him to cross the Line, Big Bubba,” someone called over from the queue.

“You ready to cross the Line?” Bubba asked.

“N-N-No,” I stammered, now noticing for the first time my cock was rock hard, so I quickly headed out to the change room.

“You’ll be back,” Bubba called after me.

I hurriedly got dressed, even though I was still rather sweaty, and headed home.

That night, even after all that temptation and humiliation, but knowing I had to work this fascination out of my head, I went back online.

I read a few stories, worked my way through a couple of gay quizzes (they both judged me as straight, but only borderline, since I scored as ‘gay curious’ in one and ‘bisexual curious’ in the other). Which of course didn’t help my peace of mind at all.

I happened across a site focussing on men who only suck and get fucked by BBC, which I found fascinating. Tons of white men, usually married, seemed to have a fetish for only black cock. They posted accounts of their first black cock, about becoming addicted to black cock, and how whenever they were servicing a black cock nothing else mattered.

As I read these testimonials, my cock was raging, since I somewhat felt this was how I’d felt when I’d seen both of those black cocks at the gym.

I’d felt overwhelmed.

Curious.

Not at all myself.

I googled some more straight guy sex stories, this time including ‘BBC’ in the criteria, and found one that really drew me in, because it felt oddly similar to what was happening to me. The story was called ‘Doing Hard Time in Prison with Cocksucker on Knees in the Shower’. [Author’s note… the story you’re now reading was written after I read this one, since I thought I could spin my version in a similar yet different way for the Nude Day Contest.]

The story was about a guy who’s in jail and finds there’s a lot of cock sucking going on in the showers, and if you go into Shower 27 you become forever a cock sucker.

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It was our 6 year anniversary, my boyfriend and I were looking forward to a night out on the town after spending the better part of 2 years in lockdowns due to COVID-19. We decided to stay at a hotel in the city and had settled into our room. It had been awhile since we enjoyed a night out dancing so I made myself busy quickly looking up the clubs and bars that were nearby to the hotel.

It was a Thursday night and I found a gay bar that was open and looked to have a special event on, I didn’t bother reading the details and told my boyfriend I had found us a place to go. He was enthused as well, it had been nice to spend time alone together but at 26 years of age we were both looking forward to a night at a bar with music, dancing and some drinks.

We showered together in the small hotel bathroom and made sure to wash each other’s bodies, my cock began to harden as Daniel spread my ass cheeks and began to press his fingers against my hole. I pressed my ass back against him and he commented, ‘Oh someone’s excited to be heading out huh?’

As he pressed his index finger into my asshole I let out a small moan, ‘Ohhhh yeah babe, it’s been so long since we went out. Fuck that feels good!’

Daniel pressed his finger in and out of my ass a few more times and then stood back up switching off the water and turning me around. We kissed and moved out of the shower then drying off and applying moisturiser to each other’s bodies. I payed special attention to his cock which had grown to be hard at its full 7 inches and he in turn applied a lot of moisturiser to my ass and asshole.

Daniel is 5’8″ with a slim but toned build, like me he’s 26. He has short black hair, brown eyes and a slightly olive complexion from his Spanish side. My name is Cohen and I on the other hand am 5’7″ with an athletic build, shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes and white complexion.

We each left the bathroom excited at the night ahead and started to dress, I selected a pink pare of tight briefs that held my 6 inch cock and balls nicely. Over this I put on a pair of short white shorts that just covered my upper thigh and a tight black t-shirt. I looked over at Daniel and commented, ‘Wow!’

He had just pulled up a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs that his 7 inch hard cock looked ready to break free from, a pair of skin tight black jeans and a tight white t-shirt. ‘Like what you see babe?’ Daniel said grinning back at me.

‘Hell yeah I do babe! We look so fucking hot, bet we’ll be beating boys off tonight.’

I looked at the clock and it was nearing 9pm, we finished our pre-drinks and then headed downstairs for the hotel lobby.

Our Uber arrived and drove us to the bar, as the car pulled out the front we could see a long line winding its way down the block. ‘Must be a popular event tonight.’ I said.

Daniel looked across at me and nodded then the Uber driver mentioned that this was the most popular gay bar in the city and that Thursday nights was its famous cruise night called ‘Naughty Thursgays’.

I raised my eyebrows to Daniel as we opened the door and he grinned at me, ‘Let’s do it, we’ve committed now.’

We joined the line and I overheard a conversation of two Asian guys ahead of us that looked around 22 years old. The shorter one asked the other, ‘Are you sure about being here tonight? They did say it can get raunchy on Thursdays.’

The other the taller of the two then replied, ‘We won’t know until we go in, plus I am going to be getting some tonight, looks like lots of hot meat here too.’

I looked at Daniel and rolled my eyes as we both heard the boys conversation, how bad could it be I was thinking but I was also excited at the prospect of finding out. Daniel reached over holding my hand in his and squeezed gently as the line began to move forward.

The guy in front of us was right, I looked ahead and the line did seem to be filled with good looking guys and I included Daniel and myself in that category as we looked great. In his tight jeans and t-shirt he was the more conservatively dressed of the two of us. My hairless toned legs and thighs were on full display in the line and I could feel the shorts tightly clinging to my bubble butt. It was a thrill to be out again.

We reached the front of the line and there was a counter, I thought that as it was Naughty Thursgay there must be a cover charge. Daniel and I approached the counter and the 30 something guy behind it looked at us and grinned. ‘Looking good boys, you both here together huh? Spicing things up?’

We looked at each other and I replied, ‘We could all do with a bit of spice right?’ Winking at the counter attendant.

The guy behind the counter nodded his smile widening, ‘You boys are naughty, well it’s a $10 cover charge or you can go inside topless for free, you just need to leave your tops with me and can collect them when you leave.’

I looked at Daniel and he looked back at me, ‘Ah well, in for a penny in for a pound right Cohen?’ He then lifted kütahya escort his t-shirt up over his shoulders and head leaving him standing at the counter topless, his six pack abs on full display wearing just his skin tight black jeans and shoes. I licked my lips seeing his sexy body and excited by what we were about to do, I had never been in a bar or club topless before and copied Daniel taking off my own t-shirt.

This left me standing there in my pair of tiny shorts and sneakers with my own upper body topless. I wasn’t as defined as Daniel but you could still make out my abs and pecs.

We walked inside and the music was blaring as the DJ played from the far end of the bar on a raised stage. The bar itself was the entire right side of the room while the dance floor was between the bar and the DJ stage. On the left side of the room were 4 pool tables and then a staircase leading to the upper level.

Looking around the room it was all guys and they were all similar ages to us looking between 18-30 years old and most had taken up the offer of free entry for being topless. Daniel noticed me looking around the room at all the topless boys and nudged me, ‘Enjoying the view huh Cohen?’

I grinned back at him and we made our way to the bar finding a spot at the front and flagging down a topless bartender to order a round of drinks. We spiced things up by having a tequila shot followed by a vodka soda.

The tequila shot had my head buzzing and as we moved away from the bar I was moving to the music holding my drink in one hand and Daniels hand with my other. I noticed as we moved through the crowd my ass had been grabbed and touched a few times. Daniel moving ahead of me didn’t realise this.

We reached a spot between the dance floor and pool tables and stood together drinking our vodkas and looking across the crowd. It did feel great to be out again and I was starting to enjoy the attention of other boys prying eyes looking at my body from across the room.

Daniel and I danced to the music for a couple of songs and then he moved away to get us another round of drinks from the bar. I told him I would meet him over at the pool tables thinking it would be fun to have a game.

As I reached the pool tables I stood a few metres back watching on as two groups played a game of doubles that I quickly found out was strip pool. I watched on as with every ball sunk the other team had to remove an item of clothing. One of the players was already butt naked walking around the table with his hard 5 inch cock out. There were even some guys watching the game that reached out and stroked his cock as he passed, this made my own cock stir to life in my shorts.

It was then I felt a hand firmly grab my right ass cheek and squeeze. I turned my head to the right thinking it was Daniel returning with our drinks but was surprised to find the hand belonged to the taller Asian guy from the line earlier. With his hand still on my ass he pulled me towards him and before I could protest had tilted his head down towards mine and pressed his lips against mine.

They were soft but firm and the scent of his cologne filled my nose. I was taken by his brazen advance especially as it had been so long since I had been out. I felt both shock at the sudden physical contact and excitement at kissing a complete stranger while my boyfriend was at the bar and could return at any moment.

I hadn’t opened my mouth so this stranger kissed my lips and then lifted his head back looking down at me. He was topless as well and as I looked down from his face I took a breath seeing his muscular chest and abs that had been pressing against my naked upper body.

He must have been around 5’11” and had short black hair with deep brown eyes and a tanned complexion. As I looked back up his eyes met mine and he said, ‘Hey there sexy, you want to head upstairs with me?’

I wasn’t sure what was upstairs but as it was Naughty Thursgay and cruise night I could imagine what we would be doing if I did go. I took a step back and replied, ‘Well hello to you, that is one way to introduce yourself, do you do that with all the boys?’

He grinned back at me, ‘Only the hot ones, and in those shorts you are the hottest piece of ass in this club.’

I felt myself blushing, ‘Well thank you for that, it’s nice to be appreciated but I’m sorry I’m actually here with my boyfriend.’

‘Awww shit a boyfriend on cruise night, I shouldn’t be surprised though right I mean look at you. Well you are here tonight so if you feel like mixing it up maybe trying some Vietnamese then I’ll be around.’

Just then Daniel returned with our drinks and he stood next to me looking from me to the Asian stud standing close by and handed me the drink. I took it from him and said ‘Yay you’re back! This is….’ I trailed off as he hadn’t actually given me his name yet.

‘I’m Phan, I was just admiring your boyfriend from across the dance floor and couldn’t kütahya escort bayan help but come over to introduce myself. You’ve done well netting that ass to yourself bro.’

Daniel looked at me and grinned, ‘Well you’re popular aren’t you Cohen. Thanks Phan, I am a lucky guy, who knows maybe one day you’ll get this lucky too.’ Daniel had winked at Phan as he said this and I wondered if there was anything behind that.

I was positioned between Phan and Daniel and felt at that moment like a piece of meat they were negotiating over, it did feel good being the centre of attention and in demand but to change the subject I interjected, ‘Looks like we’re all lucky boys, one of the pool tables is free, how about a game of doubles?’

Daniel looked away from Phan and back to me agreeing that was a great idea. Phan said that he would go get his friend to be his doubles partner and be back. Before he departed he looked at me his eyes boring into mine, ‘Oh and it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance…Cohen.’

The way he said my name sent a shiver through my spine. I took another sip of my vodka as Daniel and I moved to secure the pool table and started to set up the balls. Grinning at Daniel as I finished, ‘You’re not the only one that finds my ass irresistible huh babe?’

He laughed back at me finishing his drink, ‘I can see you love the attention, nice to be out again right.’

I nodded and moved to stand beside Daniel as Phan returned with his friend from the line earlier who turned out to be named Tran. They were both Vietnamese as it turned out.

We flipped a coin to see who would break and we won, Daniel moved to the end of the table and just as he was about to break Phan interrupted and said ‘Oh and don’t forget boys this is strip pool.’ And he pointed his cue across to the sign above the pool tables that read ‘Strip Pool Night’.

I gulped, I had forgotten about that with all the heat that had happened between Phan and I then Daniel returning.

‘Looks like this will be a crazy night Cohen, we’re in this now.’ Daniel looked at me as he shot the ball down the table breaking the game and getting us started. I watched on over the table, the balls darted in all directions and one sunk into the middle pocket. It was a spot, we would be spots while Phan and Tran would be stripes.

As we had got a ball in Phan and Tran both had to remove an item of clothing. Phan took off his left shoe and as Tran still had a shirt on he took that off. He wasn’t athletically built like the rest of us but wasn’t fat either as he displayed his flat stomach to the bar. Tran was also closer to my height.

Daniel went again but didn’t get a ball in so it was now Phan’s turn and as he moved around the table surveying the balls a small crowd had begun to gather around our table to watch us play. It felt electric to be playing pool half naked with a bunch of guys we had just met and many more watching on most also with their tops off.

Phan leaned over the table winking at me as he shot the ball to the far side sinking a ball into the pocket. I knew what that meant and both Daniel and I removed a shoe.

The game continued and it was fairly close with each team taking turns sinking balls. Shoes were removed followed by socks and now that we were all standing in just our shorts or pants a larger crowd had gathered pressing closer towards the table. I think they were intrigued by the game because it was interracial with two Asian boys against a white boy and a Spanish boy.

It was Daniels turn and he skilfully sunk another ball, we grinned at each other and I turned to Phan and winked at him pleased that he would now be removing his shorts. He placed his hands to his waist and looking directly into my eyes dropped his shorts to the floor leaving him standing there in front of me beside the pool table in just a pair of white Calvin Klien briefs.

I swallowed as I took in the view and he smiled back at me knowing he had my full attention, his muscular Vietnamese body did look hot. The crowd made some wooing noises too. On the other side of the table Tran had removed his pants and was standing in just his blue boxer shorts in front of Daniel.

I moved into position to take the next shot but just as I was about to shoot I saw in the corner of my vision Phan and the bulge in his briefs moving. I missed the shot that would have won us the game and it was now Trans turn. As I stood back up form the table Phan looked across at me and while adjusting the growing bulge in his briefs said, ‘Don’t want the game to be over yet huh Cohen?’

I ignored his comment and stood watching as Tran moved to take the next shot, he hadn’t really been playing well at all but somehow fluked a ball into a pocket which meant Daniel and I would be down to our underwear. Before we removed our shorts and pants the crowd handed us tequila shots which we downed, it seemed like they were getting closer to the table like escort kütahya a wall of abs pressing in on us.

I shifted my weight and pulled down my tiny shorts, the crowd cooed and wooed as I stepped out of them standing before them in just my pink tightly clad briefs with my bubble butt on full display. Phan clapped towards me and I felt hands from the crowd starting to reach out and caress my legs and a rogue hand occasionally squeeze my ass.

Having seen this in the earlier game it wasn’t a surprise to me but when a hand managed to cup my cock which was now bulging in my briefs it did make me jump. I looked across to Daniel who was receiving the same kind of treatment from his side of the crowd. He didn’t seem to mind though as I looked and saw a topless blonde guy who looked to be 19 maybe 20 years old reaching out from the crowd and starting to rub the front of Daniels briefs.

Phan walked past me as he prepared to take the next shot whispering into my ear, ‘You look so fuckable right now Cohen.’ And he slapped my ass passing me by to take his next shot.

If he got his shot in that would be it, Daniel and I would have to play out the rest of the game completely naked in front of all these strangers.

Phan took his time leaning back and forth surveying the table and adjusting his weight. He said something across to Tran in Vietnamese and then looked down at the table. He made his shot and we watched on as the ball moved across the table hitting the target and sending another of their balls into the far right pocket. I thought to myself oh my god it’s time to strip.

I looked over towards Daniel who like me must have been feeling the effects of our alcohol courage and the attention from those watching on in the growing crowd. He grinned over at me holding his briefs in the air with his now hard 7 inch cock standing to attention in front of the crowd, the blonde guy that had been rubbing his cock through the briefs moments earlier was standing close by starring wide eyed at Daniels now hard cock. Those around the table were cheering loudly and chanting ‘Off! Off! Off!’

Another tequila shot was handed to me and I quickly swallowed it and proceeded to bend over pulling down my pink briefs and standing before the crowd now completely naked with my bare ass on display and my 6 inch cock pointing out towards the pool table. I looked towards Phan and he was licking his lips.

Daniel and I were now completely naked in front of everyone and the cheers from the crowd around the pool table got louder which only drew more people over to see what all the fuss was about. As I turned my attention back to the game I could feel the crowd pressing closer in around us as they all gazed at my naked body.

It was Daniels turn next and as he bent forward to take his shot I saw hands from the crowd reaching out and touching his thighs, caressing his legs and that same blonde guy even reached out grabbing hold of his 7 inch cock. This caused him to gasp as he took his shot and sent the ball in the wrong direction.

Phan and Tran laughed at this and I heard Phan say. ‘Well that’s all part of the strip pool experience isn’t it. Looks like your boyfriend has an admirer.’ The blonde guy was now openly stroking Daniels cock as he lifted himself back up from the table leaning his head back as he enjoyed the attention his cock was now receiving.

It was my turn now and being completely naked I moved around the table to position myself near the white ball. It had ended up towards the middle of the table which meant I had to lean further forward down against the table to reach the shot causing my ass to push out towards the crowd like a bubble butt beacon.

I could feel that my asshole was now on full display to all those behind me which was both thrilling and scary. Guys in the crowd were bending down behind me to gain a better look at my ass and I could feel my cock pressing against the edge of the pool table.

Like Daniel had experienced I felt hands rubbing against my thighs and squeezing my ass but they couldn’t get to my cock as it was pressing against the table. Luckily for us I made the shot, that meant Phan and Tran would now be naked as well and I would have a chance to seal the game with my next shot.

I stood back up to the cheers of the crowd, looking across them it was exciting to see so many hot guys looking at us and cheering us on. Some had even followed our lead and removed their pants and even underwear as well. This was turning out to be one hell of a cruise bar and I could understand now why the line was so big outside.

The cheers became louder and I turned to see Phan and Tran had removed their briefs and were now completely naked as well. Phan moved around the table and my mouth fell agape as my eyes fell down towards his cock. It was big and thick and looked to be 8 inches fully hard. His balls were big too and completely hairless except for a small patch of pubic hair above the base of his cock.

As I moved to make my next shot those closest in the crowd had began to caress my thighs more confidently and eager to move higher. I felt the hands moving up my thighs to my ass cheeks and beginning to knead my bubble butt. Another hand reached around and had managed to grasp my cock squeezing it gently.

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Halloween Ch. 3

I have been working as Assistant In-House Counsel to Abdel for several months and the extent of the issues that Abdel originally perceived were coming into focus. Clearly, to me at least, information about the internal workings of the business was leaking into the marketplace in a way that would eventually cripple our operations. Other firms seemed to be one step ahead of us in securing lucrative shipping deals and this was slowly cutting into profits and also affecting our standing among peers in the global market. Whoever was managing this clandestine operation was subtle and selective since I had yet to develop a pattern of leaks that could point in a specific direction. These observations helped me conclude that I was either being fed erroneous information to start with or I was directing my attention to the wrong places.

One evening as I was having a quiet end of day meeting with Abdel, I told him of my concerns and asked for his support in some drastic actions on my part that I hoped would force this person to make a mistake. Naturally he wanted me to elaborate my thoughts before giving the green light to anything too disruptive since coming back from any scorched earth operation would be costly and time consuming with no guarantee of success. I understood his reluctance and expected no less from him, so I was prepared to explain.

“It would appear that the company advantage is being undermined in several key markets, namely Western Europe, the Far East and South America,” I began. “These normally profitable areas have taken a hit when contracts were lost to competitors who always managed to undercut our pricing by slight margins. We lost out on lucrative deals by mere pennies on the dollar, pointing towards inside pricing information being leaked at inopportune times. Large sums of money left on the table could be attributed to coincidence and good fortune on the part of the competition, but such slight marginal differences indicate knowledge of our pricing structure going in.”

“What you say makes sense,” Abdel said and waited for more detail from me.

“I have checked computer records and bank account information, including the bank accounts of those responsible for the affected areas, but there doesn’t appear to be any correlation. The lack of information started me thinking about evidence hiding in plain sight, the areas so far unaffected. I made some quiet inquiries into the Middle Eastern and North American operations and there is something curious here.”

Abdel stared at me and adjusted himself in his chair before speaking. “I handle the Middle East region personally and I know everyone involved…intimately,” he said smiling.

“I understand that and fully appreciate your sensitivity. However, there is one person that you might be overlooking and, while I am not in a position to point fingers at the moment, I want you to keep an open mind.”

Abdel understood and quietly said, “Agreed.”

Abdel sat in silence for a minute and then said, “Rachelle, be a dear and get us a couple of drinks. It’s been a long day and I need to relax a bit before you continue.”

“Of course, sir,” I responded and rose from my chair to walk to the bar.

Knowing that I had a meeting with Abdel tonight I had prepared and that involved more than business. I wore a nice, dark green dress with black stockings and black heels. I removed my panties before entering his office since Abdel had a modus operandi that accompanied his end of day meetings that I adjusted to fairly quickly. I knew what to expect and obviously so did Abdel since he watched me walk to the bar very intently and I’m guessing that he liked what he saw.

“God, you’re sexy, Rachelle,” he commented.

Looking back, I said, “Thank you, sir.”

After putting bourbon and an ice cube in two glasses I walked back to his desk, leaned over and placing my stomach flat on the desk, stretched my body to put his glass right in front of him from the opposite side. He looked into my eyes and rose from his chair, a pronounced bulge in his pants. He walked around the desk to stand behind me and lifted my dress to my waist. Seeing my bare bottom exposed elicited a sweet comment, “What a pleasant surprise you sexy bitch.”

I spread my legs and replied, “All for you.”

Abdel inserted one finger followed by a second and both slipped in easily since I inserted some cream when I removed my panties. He liked the feeling and whispered, “Hmm, yes.”

I heard him unzip his pants and then I felt the head of his cock probe the rim of my anus. He moaned as he slowly pushed it in, withdrawing it slightly before pushing it all the way into my ass. I put my forehead on the desk and sighed with pleasure, enjoying the feeling of his stiff cock so deep in my ass. My sphincter muscles contracted and throbbed around his dick and he moaned in delight at the sensation.

“Fuck me hard,” I cried. “I want to feel you deep in my bowels.”

Abdel kıbrıs escort did as instructed and before long I felt the sensation of my orgasm and my cum spilling onto the desk. Abdel didn’t last much longer before I felt him tense his stomach muscles and push deep inside me as he shot his hot semen into my ass. We remained coupled for a long minute before he slowly pulled out and sighed a loud sigh of relief. I straightened up and grabbed some tissues to clean the semen from his desk and a few drops from my dress, and then I wiped down his dick.

“Thank you, my dear, you are a treasure,” he said.

“I’m glad that you’re pleased as that makes me happy,” I replied. “Let me get your drink.”

Abdel took a long pull on the bourbon and I did the same before excusing myself to use the toilet and adjust myself. Once satisfied that I looked presentable again, I returned to my chair and was pleased to see that Abdel had topped off our glasses, a small thank you but not unnoticed.

Abdel walked over to my chair, leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “You are very special, Rachelle, and I’m glad that we managed to get together,” he said.

“I am very happy to be here with you Abdel, you know that. You are special to me as well and I want to please you more than anything else.”

Abdel smiled and kissed me again.

I sipped my drink and asked if I should continue with my analysis or if he preferred that I come back in the morning. He laughed and said that it goes without saying that he would like me to come back in the morning, but we would probably not get much work done if I did. I laughed as well and agreed with him.

“Okay then I shall continue.

“We are back to the unaffected areas of North American and Middle Eastern operations, both showing negligent income decline, something easily attributed to market fluctuation. This struck me a curious since other areas seemed to fare far worse, uniformly. Why? My guess is that someone doesn’t want to draw attention to those areas.

“As you said, the Middle East is yours and North America has been a good profit center so why would anyone want to disrupt cash flow to a large extent by manipulating business in that region? Even if business was getting chopped in other global areas, you need a good source of cash flow to put life back in the body when the time comes.”

Abdel looked a bit skeptical but knew where I was going. “Okay, say I agree with your hypothesis, where do we go with it? Right now you have conjecture and no proof. What do you suggest?”

“We have to shake the tree a bit to see what happens,” I said. “I believe that the logical move would be to use the loss of business in Indonesia as cover to make some changes to management, starting with Danielle.”

“If she is removed, I assume that you would put Adriana in her place, correct?’ he said.

“No. Adriana is the logical choice of course but it would send the wrong message and not help us. We need a dramatic change that makes things unbalanced. We need some anxiety and uncertainty. People know that I am looking around the company at your request but no one is 100% certain why or what you have figured out. We send a message by getting rid of the head of an underperforming operation and bypassing the logical choice for a successor with the rationale being that it would be more of the same. Danielle will be upset, Adriana will be upset, the person selected to replace Danielle will be confused and off their balance, and the person pulling the strings will have to start trying to figure out how to maintain their scam with the old crew dissolved. They will be in chaos and prone to get sloppy.”

Abdel stared at me intently and finally said, “It is complex, has quite a few pitfalls and worthy of a movie plot but I must admit that it sounds logical. What happens if the culprit is not smoked out by this ruse?”

“Well, we will have to rebuild some parts of the business but it will be no worse than having to rebuild after the carnage if things are allowed to continue.”

“And Adriana? She is a valued and trusted person and I don’t want to lose her so how do you ensure that she doesn’t go rogue? She has a temper you know,” Abdel queried.

“I propose that we include her in our discussions so that she understands fully that this is not a personal vendetta,” I said.

“And you’re not using this to get back at her?”

“No,” I said, “she can be trusted; I trust her, and I want her to know that you have the same level of trust and confidence in her that I do. It is important.”

“Okay,” Abdel said, “Let’s move forward. Tell me what you need from me and I will make it happen.”

I rose from my chair, leaned over and kissed him. “You give me everything that I need but I will let you know what you can do to help me with the shakeup.” Abdel smiled a warm smile that said a lot.

The next morning I arranged a meeting with Adriana in a local coffee shop not kıbrıs escort bayan far from the office. She was a bit surprised by the early hour invitation but like a professional, she readily agreed to my request. She was there when I arrived, also early for the meeting but not quite as early as Adriana. She rose to meet me and gave me a kiss to say hello.

We slid into the booth and said a few pleasantries to get started but I could tell that she was apprehensive and was wondering if there was a problem that she was unaware of. I touched her hand and told her to relax, everything was fine. I then went on to outline the nature of the issues that the company was facing and gave her a rough idea of the plan that I discussed with Abdel. She clearly was surprised by what was planned for Danielle and had the obvious question: What of me?

I looked into her eyes and held her hands, saying, “You are a valued asset, a professional and a friend.” She looked at me strangely as if to ask why I was telling her these things if nothing bad was going to happen to her. I sensed what was running through her mind and tried to get ahead of the questions.

“Adriana, you are a trusted confidant, a true friend when I needed one and I would never let anything happen to you that I could prevent. Never. I am telling you these things, bringing you into our confidence, because you are trusted by the people that count, namely me and, more importantly, Abdel, and it is critical that you understand certain things before wheels are set in motion.”

Adriana seemed uncomfortable and I was beginning to wonder why. Did I misjudge her? Could she be wrapped up in this scam to ruin the company? I was growing concerned and somewhat frightened after I vouched for her so highly with Abdel.

“Rachelle, I was in knots when I received your message about a meeting today. I didn’t know what to think and I felt that I might have been wrong about you and that you were playing me as a pawn to get to Danielle and Jason. I don’t have many friends here and this never bothered me…until I met you. I let my guard down for you, I exposed my inner self to you, and I care about you. If I were to lose your trust and affection…I would be very hurt. I have never felt like this about anyone before and I can’t explain it.” She squeezed my hands and looked deeply into my eyes, like the first time I saw her but this time it was not with disdain but warmth and love. I saw her eyes start to tear up and she wanted to wipe the tears away out of embarrassment but I would not let her. I held her hands and forced her to look at me, allowing the tears to run down her cheeks. “Okay,” she said, “Are you happy now? You made me cry and I hate you for it.”

“About as much as I hate you,” I responded.

After a few minutes and a cup of coffee, we started talking again. I told her what was going to happen publicly and also what was going on behind the scenes. She clearly felt apprehensive and asked me point blank, “You’re telling me the truth, right?”

“Adriana, I have a commitment from Abdel and he feels about you as I do. On my honor and as a friend, if this proves to be anything but the truth or if you get hurt by any of it, we will share the pain. What happens to you will happen to me. If you are thrown to the wolves, I will jump into the pit with you. You will not be alone and I have not lied to you and I will not mislead you.”

“Okay…Robert…I will trust you and I never give my trust lightly. Please don’t betray me.”

“Never,” I said and meant it with all my heart.

The news spread through the office like wildfire. Danielle was let go and replaced by Roger, the current Head of North American Operations. Adriana was moved to the position of Assistant Head of North America and Jason was shifted into the slot of Head of North American Operations even though he never held such a position before and knew nothing of the business in that region. He was in shock as was Roger. Chaos reigned and there were many people unable to fathom the point and randomness of the changes but one thing was clear, it was not going to be business as usual anymore.

I called a meeting that afternoon and outlined the order of the day. I told every department head that I wanted to see complete, detailed financial reports on every region including projections for future revenue going out three months. I also instructed the accounting department to hire forensic accountants to tally the books so that the new heads of departments would know the base line financials for their areas and explained that they would be responsible for the revenue stream. We were off the diving board and now I only hoped that there was water in the pool.

I drove to Abdel’s house after leaving the office and was greeted warmly by George. He said that Abdel was expecting me and that I should go right in. He then added that he would bring two bourbons.

Abdel was at his desk but rose to meet escort kıbrıs me when I entered. He kissed me and gave me a warm hug. “I missed you today and was wondering how things were going. The phone was ringing off the hook but I ignored most of the calls, taking it as a sign that things were going as planned.”

“You were right about ignoring the calls, I would have liked to disappear myself. Danielle was irate and security had to escort her from the building. It seemed a bit out of character but she must have realized that she lost a lover as well as a job today and that must have struck a nerve.”

“How did it go with Adriana?,” Abdel asked.

“I won’t say fine but I will say that she is as loyal as they come. You are a lucky man to have her on your side.”

“I am a lucky man for many reasons,” replied Abdel.

I went to my chair as George entered with our drinks. I smiled and thanked him and Abdel said that he had no further need for him this evening so he could leave. George reluctantly said goodnight but clearly felt an obligation to remain just in case he was needed.

After George left and closed the door, Abdel walked over to me and kissed me. He said that he wanted to help relieve some of my stress like I do for him after rough days. He helped me stand up from the chair, turned me around and unzipped my dress letting it fall to the floor. He hugged me and kissed me passionately, driving his tongue between my lips. He stepped back to look at me and then, kneeling, proceeded to remove my panties before easing me back into my seat. I was getting very excited and my dick was getting hard and clearly this excited Abdel as well. Abdel wrapped his lips around my smooth cock and moved it in and out of his mouth. I was starting to squirm in the chair and moan loudly as I was building to an orgasm and this was exactly what Abdel desired. He wanted to have me experience the same joy that he felt when he came into my mouth and he succeeded. Within a few minutes my body tensed and I released a load of semen into Abdel’s mouth. He held my cock in his mouth until I was completely drained and then he stood up, leaned over and kissed me, allowing all of my semen to flow into my mouth which I swallowed gladly.

Abdel unzipped his pants and took out his rock hard dick, placing it to my lips. Hungrily I sucked it in and with seconds his cock exploded in my mouth sending hot cum splashing against the back of my throat. I greedily slurped it up and swallowed every drop.

Abdel sighed and went back to his chair before taking along drink of bourbon. I did the same and enjoyed the taste of semen mixed with fine bourbon as a nightcap. As we sat in our respective chairs equally drained, we heard the sound of the door opening as George entered the room. I was sitting there completely naked and Abdel was slouched in a very damp shirt, both of us holding empty glasses. George asked quietly, “Can I get you another drink or something else perhaps?”

I laughed quietly and Abdel smiled. “Rachelle, it doesn’t seem fair that we are the only ones feeling so good right now when George has worked so hard all day, now does it?”

“You’re right,” I said, “We’re being selfish and I think that George deserves a reward, a ‘thank you’ for taking such good care of you. Come over here, George,” I added.

George was eagerly waiting for such an invitation and walked over to me quickly lest the invitation be withdrawn, stopping in front of my chair. I reached out and felt the bulge in the front of his pants and said, “You were waiting for this weren’t you, George?”

“Yes, Ms. Rachelle, I can’t lie, I was.”

I wrapped my lips around his dick and proceeded to give him a wonderfully wet blowjob. He did not last long and my mouth was soon filled to overflowing with his semen. I looked over to Abdel and opened my mouth slightly so that he could see that it was full. Abdel smiled and said, “It’s okay to swallow it, Rachelle.” I promptly did as I was told.

“Thank you, Ms. Rachelle, that was wonderful,” said George.

“It was my pleasure, George, but you should thank Abdel, he allowed it.”

“Of course. Thank you, sir,” said George. Abdel only smiled in reply.

Over the next six weeks things were quiet on the business front but quiet in a good way. We won some new contracts and revenues were returning to normal but I still hadn’t found the person that I was seeking. I was getting a bit frustrated but I vowed to be patient.

Late one evening I received a call from Adriana who said that she would like to see me in the morning and suggested that we meet in Abdel’s home offices so that we are away from prying eyes. I readily agreed and followed her call with one to Abdel to let him know that there will be company in his home the next morning. He said that he would advise George so that he could prepare some things for breakfast and that he would see me after lunch in the main offices.

The next morning I arrived at Abdel’s home to find Adriana’s car already in the driveway. Clearly she was anxious to meet me and I was very curious to understand why. George opened the door as usual and after greeting me said that Ms. Adriana was waiting in the small dining room, adding in a very quiet voice, “You look especially nice today, Ms. Rachelle.”

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We were young, just out of high school. I wouldn’t say I was particularly good friends with Dylan, in that I never called him my best friend or, for that matter, even a close friend. He could be awkward, socially, and never quite fit in with my main group of friends. But we lived near to each other, saw each other frequently, and did plenty of activities together over the years growing up. To give a visual, at the time, I was about 160 or so pounds, dark brown hair and green eyes, tall and slim. He was thinner and shorter than me, blondish-brown hair and blue eyes. I played soccer and ran cross country. We had, at first, played soccer together, but he’d stopped playing sometime around sophomore or junior year.

It started innocently, at least from my perspective, or as innocent as two 18-year-old guys can be. It was a warm summer night, and I was at his house, lounging with him on chairs in his backyard. His parents were out of town, and we had somehow procured a 12-pack of cheap beer to split. We’d already had about 3 each. Graduation was a couple of weeks behind us, and the celebration parties had quieted down. We were talking, I think, about girls and sex–who was hot, who was not, who had done what with who, and the like. It was a conversation I’d had repeatedly since I turned 14 with all my guy friends and thought nothing of it. I wasn’t a virgin, at the time, but I could still count on one hand the times I had had sex. Then the conversation took a turn I wasn’t expecting.

“Maybe a weird question, but, how often do you, you know, jack off?”

It was a weird question (I remember thinking, not really a question I could see any of my other friends asking), but one I didn’t mind answering.

“Honestly, probably once a day. I mean, I don’t know if that’s a lot or anything, but I’ll have days go by where I don’t, but I’d say, on average, like once a day.”

“Yeah, same here.” He gave out an embarrassed laugh. “Do you look at porn?”

“Not really. I mean, I have before, but not frequently,” I said. (This, I think, was around the same time online porn and the like was founded or at least before I even knew what it was; porn was not freely and easily accessible like it is today.)

He just nodded, as if in agreement, but honestly I don’t know what he was thinking. We both took a few more sips of our beers. You could hear the cicadas singing and sun had almost completely set. For a moment, it seemed like any ordinary summer night. But I’d felt a charge run through my body once he had changed the topic from the sex others were having to me, in particular. It both turned me on and felt freeing, in a sense of divulging a part of me that I had never talked to anyone about before (or in any way other than typical locker room talk)–yes, I did masturbate, and yes, I did it once a day. I wanted, in other words, to keep the conversation going, and I was curious about him, too. And maybe sensing my eagerness or willingness, Dylan delivered.

“I mean, yeah, it’s hard to find good stuff, you know. A lot of the girls are just not hot, or you have to pay to watch. But I’ve found some good stuff that I like.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Nothing like crazy, but you know, girls that look more like the girls we go to school with, and they’re with normal looking guys, not what you typically see. I’ve got a pretty good collection at this point.”

“Must be nice to have your own computer.”

“Want to see?”

“I mean, sure, yeah, what else have we got to do?”

I took another sip of beer and followed him into his house. I was remember thinking that I was aroused, but that was also par for the course of being an 18-year-old. We went into his room and he turned on his computer. While the computer booted up, he grabbed a chair from another room so we both had chairs. We sat down and he started opening some folders and typing in passwords or something, I wasn’t really paying attention, but after some time, he had pulled up a folder that had images and videos.

“You ready?” He asked.

He starting opening some images. They were about what you would imagine–hot, naked, college-aged women, striking various poses and of varying degrees of nudity. Some were just breasts bared, others were fully naked, still others were fully exposing themselves for the camera.

“Damn, these are great,” I said.

He kept flipping through more images, some tasteful, some more hardcore, and then he opened up a video and started playing it. It was, sad to say, typical jack-hammering type porn, but arousing nonetheless for the very fact that I was watching it with someone else.

“I don’t know about you,” Dylan started saying, “But I’m getting pretty horny.”

I think I just nodded or muttered a quick agreement. But he wasn’t wrong: I was horny, and I was hard, and I was sitting close enough to Dylan that our forearms were touching. The jack-hammering video had ended and he had started another–a lesbian scene.

“Do you think, I mean, you don’t have to, but, it doesn’t bother me if you want to jack off,” he said to me.

“Right, yeah, I mean, same. If you want to, go for it.” I could see the bulge of his cock under his shorts.

“Yeah, ok.”

I felt a burst of boldness and quickly kırşehir escort bayan pushed down my shorts so I was just sitting in my boxer briefs. He watched me, and then he did the same. I turned my attention back to the computer screen–one girl was making her way down the body of the other, kissing her breasts, then stomach, her hand moving down the other’s thigh and then up to the center of her legs. I put my hand in my boxer briefs, and, involuntarily, let out a small moan as my hand finally touched my hard cock. I started to move up and down my shaft slowly, feeling overwhelmed by the graphic sex scene unfolding on the computer screen and the fact that I was sitting right next to another guy who was also touching himself. I looked down, and saw that he was looking at my hand in my underwear. We were both going slow, restrained by our underwear, and still unsure how far we would be willing to go.

“Do you, I mean, should we take off our underwear, too? It’s a little hard to really jack off with them on,” he said.

“Right, yeah, I’ll take mine off if you take yours off.”

He nodded and we both stood up, looking at each other shyly, and then quickly pushed down our briefs over our hard cocks–we paused for a second, and then took off our shirts too–and then sat back down. I had seen him naked before, but never before hard. It felt different. More raw, maybe, or arousing in a way that felt forbidden, then the times I had been naked with the opposite sex. My heart was pounding. Our packages were similar. Both cut and both probably around 6.5″ to 7″, though I seemed thicker than him. We were both trying not to look at the other, but I could sense he was watching me out of the corner of his eye, the porn almost forgotten.

“This is much better,” he said, starting to stroke himself more regularly. I did the same and saw that the video had ended. The next video was of a guy and a girl, more sensual than the first and more similar to my own experiences. I remember comparing my dick and Dylan’s dick to the guy in the video and thinking that we stacked up well.

We both started getting into it, focusing on the video and stroking ourselves. Occasionally our elbows would touch as we shifted in our seats–it might have been on purpose or it might have been an accident, but not knowing, I think, was even more arousing. I would watch, briefly, to see how he jacked off–it was slightly different than me (I focused more on the head, and he seemed to focus more on his entire shaft)–and I could see the pre-cum starting to form on his tip.

“How long does it usually take you,” I asked. I let out a small moan after the question had left my mouth.

“Depends, but I think I’m getting close.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Do you want to come?”

I just nodded and kept going, as the guy and the girl in the porn switched from missionary to doggy style, stroking myself faster and feeling close. Dylan did the same. By this point, while it all still felt surreal, his naked body next to mine, almost touching, most of the nerves had melted away and it seemed we both had a singular focus on coming.

I noticed that he had stopped watching the video and now was mostly focused on watching me touch myself. I did the same. We could hear the moans from the video, but it was so much more visceral to watch him and his cock and his hands and listen to the way we both tried to keep from overly moaning. With my free hand, I moved to cup my balls as I got close to finishing, speeding up; he did the same, both of us abandoning any remaining pretenses–we were going to come in front of each other and we were going to watch each other do it.

He came first, his eyes locked on my cock. His cum shot out of his cock, up to his chest and then down his stomach, as his body trembled, his breath shaky. I watched him and looked him in the eyes, and then felt the contractions all down my body as I too came all over my stomach and let out a deep moan. We both looked at each other, unsure exactly what the other was thinking, but realizing we had crossed some line.

“Here, I’ll get something to clean up with.” He left–and I remember thinking, holy shit, did that just happen? He came back with two wash rags, still naked and still hard. He, unlike me, had no hair on his body, I somehow only registered for the first time. Even his pubes were minimal. I felt slightly embarrassed as I cleaned up the mess. He stopped the video, and we both pulled up our underwear and our shirts. I was still incredibly turned on, but I didn’t know what to do or say at that point. It was all foreign territory. I think I muttered something about needing to head home; he nodded and walked me to the door. And then I walked home, still in shock.

***

“So, that’s all that happened? I thought you said there was more.” My wife was naked next to me in our bed, running her hands up my thighs and occasionally touching my cock as I told her a story I thought I would never tell anyone.

“Well, yes, but it had to start somewhere.”

I kept going with my story.

***

We didn’t talk about what happened that night for several days. But maybe after a week, I got a text from Dylan in the middle escort kırşehir of a hot afternoon.

DYLAN: Hey man, my parents are gone again. Want to come over?

There was no doubt to his meaning. Saying his parents were gone “again” showed what was on his mind. I don’t remember what I was doing at the time–probably watching TV or playing a video game–but I was now both half-hard and nervous. Was I, were we, going to do it again? What did that mean? I had thought it over since it happened, but I had decided to pretend that it was nothing more than harmless fun. We were tipsy, horny, hormonal teenagers: this stuff just happens, right? I didn’t consider myself gay. Eighty percent of my day was probably spent thinking about hooking up with girls. It’s hard to really put myself back into the state of my mind at the time, but there was no denying the physiological reaction: my body wanted to go to his house, even if I felt some hesitation over the implications of what it meant for me and my identity.

And so I did go to his house, and so it continued as it did last time. Turning on porn, the (at this point, surely feigned) hesitancy about whether we would get naked as we sat next to each other, the same not so subtle glances at each other’s bodies and cocks, and the same awkward ending after we had both finished. It became something of a ritual; his parents would leave for work or go out of town, he would text me, and I would come over. His mom came back sooner than expected one time, but we were quick enough, I think, that there’s no way she could tell what we were doing.

Then things took another turn. By then, it was the middle of summer. Probably more than a month and half since our first time. I can’t remember exactly what we were doing, but my best recollection is that a large group, maybe a dozen or so of us–guys, girls, all recent graduates from the high school–had gathered in a local park one night. We had some beers and other alcohol; there might have been a joint being passed around, too. When we didn’t have a house we could all party at, the park was the next best option: it was not close to any major roads and generally stayed empty during the night, so the cops rarely stopped by, but it was big, with plenty of secluded areas, with wandering trails snaking between the trees and undergrowth.

At the park, we drank and laughed and talked, nothing unusual, at least to begin. I was there mostly because a girl I had been talking to, Hannah, wanted to go so I followed along. What cheerleaders were to football players, that was what Hannah was to alternative or indie kids. She was blonde and quite pretty, with sparkling eyes, and large breasts, but she preferred thrift shops, reading poetry, going to the concerts of obscure bands, and the occasional cigarette. She was a free spirit and we were a bit of an odd couple, but I was enough of a nerd to keep up with her, and I’d had a crush on her for a long time, and, if I’m being honest, I was dying to see her naked.

Hannah and I had started talking a little before graduation, but nothing much happened between us until a few weeks ago when I took her to go to a concert of a local band. We both had started opening up more to each other, finding we had more interests in common than we thought, and it seemed like we were clicking. I wasn’t sure it was ever going to be anything other than a fling. When we left the concert to head home, we took a detour and parked the car at the same park we were at tonight. I grabbed a blanket from the car and we started walking into the park.

It was past midnight and quiet save for the distant sound of cars. We walked to a meadow area and spread the blanket and laid down next to each other as we looked up at the stars.

She turned over on her side to face me. “That was nice, thanks for taking me, though my ears are going to be ringing for the next 24 hours.”

“They put on a good show, though, right? The singer is really good.”

“Agree. Also cute.”

“I didn’t take you here to tell me how cute you think other guys are.”

“Oh, really, and why did you take me here?”

That was an opening if I’ve ever seen one. I also turned on my side so I faced her laying down the blanket. I reached out and pulled her closer to me. Our faces now almost touching, we locked eyes and she gave an almost imperceptible smile. I placed my lips softly on hers and pulled her to close the remaining distance between our bodies; she met my kiss and more–her arm went around my shoulders and the back of my neck, pulling my mouth down into hers. I felt her tongue on my lips, and we started making out. I remember her breath was stale, but still had a hint of mint or strawberry that was intoxicating. I wanted more. I started moving my hand down her back. Her shirt had ridden up an inch or so, and I felt the skin of her lower back. When my hand touch her bare skin, she let out a small moan and moved to lay on her back, her hand pulling me to lay on top of her. There was no hiding my hardness at that point; it was now pressing up directly against her. As we moved our clothed bodies on top of each other, I started to move my hand up to her tits; she was wearing a black blouse with kırşehir escort buttons and I’d been staring at the hint of her cleavage most of the night. My hand reached the bottom of her right breast. At the same time I cupped her breast, I pushed my hardness into her, and she let out a little moan and then pushed me off.

“Get on your back,” she said. I did as instructed.

While I lay supine, she sat back on her knees. She looked me in the eyes, bending forward slightly at the hip, and unbuttoned a few more buttons on her blouse–enough that I could see her black bra, which I saw now was a balconette that barely concealed her boobs. I’m not great at sizes, but they were easily a D cup.She put her hand on my cock and then moved to my belt.

“It seems you like?”

I don’t think I said anything; too afraid I would jinx the moment, I simply nodded in submission to whatever she had planned. She moved to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans; I moved up my hips to help her pull them off. She pulled them down to my knees and then leaned over me, her hand reaching back to touch me on top of my boxers.

“Are you hard for me,” she asked. She was rubbing my cock through my boxers.

“Yes.”

She kissed me and then moved down my chest and abs, biting and kissing. I thought I was going to lose it. She reached the top of my boxers and used both her hands to move them down. Her hand grasped my cock. I’d had a blow job before, don’t get me wrong–but no one had ever looked so pleased to run her tongue along my shaft and then take my head in her mouth. She alternated sucking and stroking, meeting my eyes each time her mouth left my cock and giving me an impish smile. She started going faster and faster, and kept up a steady stream of “I want to make you come” and “I can taste your pre-cum.” She was preternaturally comfortable in who she was and what she liked and didn’t like; it should have come as no surprise that assuredness extended to her sexuality.

Her hand reached down to graze my balls and I involuntarily twitched and let out a deep moan, “fuck, Hannah, that’s feels so good–don’t stop.”

She didn’t. She took me as far into her mouth and she could several times and then she moved back to focusing on the head and stroking me at the same time. I felt the contractions of my orgasm starting–“I’m gonna come,” I barely let out in time–before she doubled down and took my entire cock in her mouth. She took a moment after she swallowed, and then helped pull up my boxers before she moved to lay down next to me again.

“We didn’t have anything to clean up with.”

She said it so nonchalantly, that I didn’t realize at first she was talking about swallowing my cum.

“That was incredible,” I said, “I want to repay the favor.”

She smiled, “Oh, you will. But not tonight.”

“Are you sure?” I would’ve done anything she asked at that point.

She nodded.

“Should I take you home?”

We folded up the blanket and made our way back to my car, hand in hand. Over the next couple weeks, we fooled around more. I finally ate her out one night when she came over and my parents had gone to bed (she eventually explained she was on her period and that was why she didn’t want me to go down on her at the park). Her taste was intoxicating, and I still remember the way her whole body shook when my tongue finally made contact with her clit after what must have been two or three hours of edging–while my parents were still awake, we would sneak off to a side room and furiously make out and touch each other, her hand grabbing my cock through my shorts and my hand finding her absolutely soaking wet. But we still hadn’t had sex.

And that was how it was the night we were all at the park, two or three weeks after our date to the concert. Around the time we were halfway through our alcohol supply, one of the guys ventured that we should play a game. Some of the girls, I remember, brushed him off. But, as we really didn’t have anything much better to do, eventually there was a debate–spin the bottle? truth or dare? seven minutes in heaven? never have I ever?–about what we should do. The crowd was probably 8 girls to 7 or 6 guys, so the odds were in our favor in any game. No one, it seemed, had ever played truth or dare so we agreed we should play.

I don’t remember much of it. Most of it was inane, I’m sure–who do you think is the hottest teacher, are you a virgin, prank call someone, etc. No one there was bold (or drunk) enough to take it to another level. But a few memorable things happened.Hannah, at one point, chose dare. I think everyone was waiting for it to happen, but one of the other guys finally got up the nerve: “I dare you to make out with Courtney.” Courtney was sitting next to Hannah; she was a petite brunette. She wasn’t my type, but she was cute and always struck me as innocent and certainly less confident in her sexuality than Hannah. Hannah just nodded like it was no big deal and then looked at Courtney. I saw Hannah look at Courtney; Courtney gave a small nod. Hannah stood up and, playing to the crowd, theatrically straddled Courtney. One of the guys let out a whistle. Hannah cupped Courtney’s cheeks in her hand and brought her lips to Courtney’s and suddenly they were making out. It was entrancing watching their soft bodies move and hair fall around their faces. It probably lasted all of 20 seconds, but by the end of it I was rock hard, as I’m sure all the other guys were as well. Hannah got up, took a quick look at me, and then gave a smile to the rest of the group.

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Part One: Zack

The week before Thanksgiving break was insane. I had three group projects and two papers due. I hit the ground running on Monday morning and the next thing I know its Thursday night. The dorms were starting to empty out as people headed home for the Thanksgiving break. My Friday class was canceled in advance, so I had the day off. I was glad, because Friday night was going to be huge.

So last weekend I had sex with my father. That sounds so weird. Not the sex part, although I suppose that would also qualify. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that I have a birth-father, but I didn’t feel the doubts that I felt before. I couldn’t deny the connection I felt with Connor Sinclair and his family. I don’t know how to describe it except right. I felt right with them, like I belonged. The phenomenal sex didn’t hurt either.

I woke up Friday morning with all these thoughts in my mind. Tonight was the night. Tonight, I was going to become a werewolf. Mr. Rational was going to go beast-mode. I’m not going to lie, I get a little freaked out when I think about it too much. But all week Billy and Eddie have been teaching me about werewolves and sharing their own experiences. They have been helping to calm my nerves. Connor (I’m not really ready to call him Dad yet) calls me every night. He always asks if I’m okay. He’s always letting me know that I don’t have to go through with it. I think he’s worried I’ll regret it. But I’ve made up my mind. No turning back.

Connor explained his idea last weekend. He believes that I need to be around other wolves, particularly the Alpha wolf. Connor says that once my wolf senses the Alpha, it will awaken. So they are going to take me on a run. I ain’t going to lie; the idea of running around in the woods with three wolves, regardless of how connected, or how right I feel when they are human, has me a little nervous. But here lately I’m going on trust a little more than used to.

So Friday morning, I was enjoying staying in bed and not having to be up early for a morning class. I heard my phone getting several text messages, but I was ignoring them. A bed always feels more comfortable when you are free from obligation. Eventually I grabbed the offending technology to see who was bothering my lazy-time. It was Eddie with a list of text messages.

‘Look outside.’

‘Call me’.

‘You are sleeping aren’t you?’

‘Call me as soon as you get this!’

I felt a little spike of anxiety. Look outside? Was something wrong? I opened the blinds at the window and looked out. The view from my dorm room had been transformed, and a light dusting of white covered everything. It was snowing! I called Eddie.

“Good morning.”

“Hey are you at your dorm?”

“Yeah, I just woke up.”

“Are you packed?”

“I am, what are you so worked up about?”

“Did you look outside?”

“Yes, I saw the snow. I’m from northern Illinois, remember? A little snow doesn’t bother me.”

“Maybe, but what about eight to ten inches?

“Depends on what you’re doing with it.”

“Snow, you perv!”

“I’ll head out in a bit.”

“Nope. I’m coming to get you. I’ll be in Dad’s Ram. Gotta love the 4-wheel drive, bro!”

“Okay. Text me when you get here, okay?”

“See you soon.”

I hung up and started getting ready. After last weekend, I decided to spend my holiday break with my new birth family. The plan was to wake up my wolf then enjoy the Thanksgiving break. I hoped the snow didn’t mess with the plans too much. By the time I had a week’s worth of clothes and toiletries, Eddie was texting me. I headed down stairs.

He was waiting for me. Even bundled up in his winter gear he was a hottie. He grabbed my bags and put them into a huge pick up. As soon as we were both inside he leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss. Damn, he was a good kisser. That kiss went straight to my dick.

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too.” I replied. The really weird thing was I meant it. I missed him, missed Billy, and I missed Connor.

“Lets go.”

We had to make a stop before heading to the house. Billy was planning a Thanksgiving feast, and the oncoming storm had moved up his shopping schedule. He gave Eddie a long list of groceries. The place was a mad house. People were in full ‘bread and milk’ mode. I was happy to help knock out Billy’s list, but it took forever to check out. The entire time we were in the store the snow kept falling. As we left the store there was a good two inches of snow on the ground. It was coming down at a steady pace.

I was glad that Eddie came to get me. By the time we drove up the long gravel driveway to the Sinclair house, there was another inch of accumulation, and it seemed like it was coming down harder. We got everything out of the truck and Billy was waiting at the door.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for another long kiss. He smiled that sexy smile that got me hard again. These two boys were driving me crazy.

“Let me help.”

Soon we had all the groceries unpacked and put away. kocaeli escort I asked Billy about my things. He escorted me to their guest room.

“This is your room.”

“Thanks.” I started to put my bags down, thinking I’d unpack. Billy continued. “And when I say your room, I mean that this is Zack’s room for now on. It is officially decommissioned as a guest room. This is your home.”

I was oddly touched by that. I gave Billy a big hug. “Thank you.”

He smiled mischievously. “That doesn’t mean that you will always be sleeping in here though.”

“Oh really? Intriguing.”

Once I had settled in, I went out to the living room to find the two brothers watching local news. “What’s up?”

Billy replied. “It’s getting bad. Dad called. He’s going to be late.”

“Are we still going out tonight?”

Eddie just laughed. “Snow won’t stop us. But you better bundle up, little bro. You don’t want to freeze off anything important.”

“All my parts are staying right where they are. And speaking of which, since we have some time to kill, my parts could use some attention.”

Billy shook his head. “We can’t. We are under strict orders from Dad. We behave until tonight.”

Frustrated, I sat next to them to watch television.

It was just after six when Connor came home. By then we were all starting to get a little anxious. Hell, I was a jumble of nerves.

“Hello boys!”

We all rushed to greet Connor at the door. It was like episode of Leave it to Beaver if they were all gay werewolves. Connor took off his boots and left them by the door. “Sorry I’m late. It’s a mess out there. If I hadn’t already requested the time off I’d still be at the station.

Eddie shook his head. “Will you have to go back?”

“Nah. I’m home for the night. I’ll check in tomorrow.” We all walked into the living room. Connor must have felt my anxiety. “How are you doing, Zack?”

“Nervous, but excited too.”

“Good. We won’t make you wait too long. Why don’t you boys make some hot cocoa and put it in a thermos, and I’ll take a shower.”

Billy took over when we got to the kitchen, quickly whipping up a large saucepan of milk, cocoa, and a little cream. Eddie made a bottle of whiskey appear and added a healthy pour to the mix.

“Is hot cocoa a normal part of the wolfing process?” I asked.

“Not necessarily, But you’ll be thanking me later when you’ve shifted back to human and you’re freezing your sexy ass off.”

After the cocoa was secure in a large thermos, Connor appeared, fresh from the shower and naked. Not that I was complaining. The man was a damn work of art.

“Ok, Zack. Ready to get started?”

“I hope so,” I replied nervously.

“Good. We are going to shift to our wolf forms. The idea here is that the longer you are exposed to our wolves, the more likely your wolf will awaken. Just keep in mind that our wolf form is our most primal. We have the least amount of control. They won’t hurt you intentionally, but they are wild. And bundle up, it’s cold out there. Okay?”

“Lets do it.”

I pulled on a pair of boots and a heavy winter coat. While I was bundling up, the others were stripping naked. The fireplace in the living room was roaring, and I was starting to get hot. Eddie opened the back patio door with a laugh. “Last call for opposable thumbs!”

Then I found myself surrounded by my new family. My father stood before me, with my brothers at my side. I won’t lie, I was really nervous. I also felt this powerful feeling of anticipation. Oddly, it felt like that feeling was coming from somewhere else. Almost like it wasn’t my feeling at all. Then they shifted.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Connor. He is a big, intimidating guy, but nothing could prepare me for watching him shift. He seemed to swell, his muscles straining and flowing into new shapes. The hair on his body got thicker, then it wasn’t hair at all. It was dark fur. He seemed to lean forward, and his center of gravity shifted until he was standing on four legs. His handsome face was gone, replaced with a large canine muzzle filled with teeth. And he grew. These weren’t ordinary sized wolves. These were freaking Game of Thrones direwolf-sized monsters!

Then it was over. I was standing in the living room with three huge wolves. They were standing with their heads level with my eyes. A long moment passed where no one moved. Then Connor walked slowly to me. He took his large head and began to rub himself up against chest. I could tell it was affection. I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I brought my hand up and ran it through the fur on the top of Connor’s head. It was dark grey, as dark as grey can get before it slips into black. It was also amazingly soft. Then Eddie and Billy were surrounding me, sniffing and rubbing their heads against my body. They had similar coloring as their dad. It was overwhelming.

Then, Eddie and Billy were out the door. Connor gave me a slight push with his muzzle. So I followed them, and Connor was right behind me. The patio behind kocaeli escort bayan the Sinclair house had a stairway leading down to the woods below. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Connor came up behind me and began to lower himself between my legs, I was confused, until I realized he wanted me to climb up on his back. I was going to ride him like a horse.

As soon as I was seated on him, he began to run. I grabbed a hold around his neck and hung on. We were suddenly rushing through the dark woods, snow flying. I couldn’t believe the speed. I gripped harder. It was like riding on a large fuzzy motorcycle. I could see Eddie and Billy keeping pace with us, weaving in and out of the trees. It was incredible. I could feel the power of the wolf beneath me.

I also felt something in me, a strange excitement. It seemed far away or deep inside. It was a restless, wild feeling. I wondered if that was the wolf that they kept talking about.

I don’t know how long we ran like that. Time seemed to slip away from me, creating weird gaps. But despite the warmth that Connor seemed to generate, I was suddenly feeling the cold. It was getting harder for me to maintain my hold on Connor’s neck. Somehow Connor must have sensed something was wrong. The next thing I know, I see a light in the distance. It was the house. With a leap, Connor carried me up the stairs an into the house. He stopped in front of the fireplace. I tumbled off into the floor and absorbed the heat from the flames.

I noticed that my muscles were stiff. How long was I out there? I was frozen and completely soaked through. I pulled off my gloves and boots and sat down. I looked at the clock. Somehow two hours and passed. Fuck. Where did that time go? Connor came up behind me and leaned against my back. I decided I needed to get these wet clothes off. I started stripping, and soon I was naked. Eddie and Billy soon appeared. The shook off the wet snow and joined us by the fire. Soon I was surrounded by three wolves.

For a moment, I thought about what it looked like. A naked teen completely surrounded by dark fur. I wished they had a mirror on the ceiling so I could see that. It had to be a sight. Between the wolf bodies and the fire I was warming up nicely. But as I warmed up, a sobering thought defrosted out of my brain: I hadn’t shifted.

I felt movement as one of the wolves stood up. He started to shift and I realized it was Billy.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” I replied.

Eddie shifted too, leaving only Connor. He seemed reluctant to leave me. He kept me wrapped in his warm body. I felt the need to reassure him that I was fine. Only then did he shift back to human form.

So there we sat, four naked dudes, in front of a fireplace. It would be sexy. I mean, it was sexy. Except my mind was on something else.

“It didn’t work, did it?”

Connor put his big arm around me and pulled me close. “It’s okay, Zack.”

Billy snuggled up next to me. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine. I mean, I got cold. And I feel like I lost some time out there.”

Billy looked at me. “What do mean?”

“One minute we were running away from the house, and the next minute we were running back towards it. It didn’t feel like two hours at all. I don’t remember…”

Connor smiled. “You didn’t lose that time. It was your wolf.”

“But I didn’t change!”

“Not yet. Maybe you just need a little more stimulation.”

*********

Part Two: The Sinclairs

Connor took in the room and his sons. He could sense Zack’s frustration and sadness. Billy and Eddie were agitated and a little horny, not usual for a human post-shift. Connor had an idea, but he had not discussed it with his sons. He had been cautiously optimistic that he wouldn’t need to. But, desperate times call for desperate measures. ?”I’m going to assume that Eddie doctored up that cocoa?”

Eddie said nothing but grinned and wagged his eyebrows.

“Everybody have a glass and let’s talk.

Soon the four naked men were gathered around the fireplace, drinking the spiked cocoa, and getting warm. Connor cleared his throat.

“Zack, I have an idea. It’s a little out there.”

“What kind of idea?”

“Another idea to stimulate your wolf.”

“Okay. Why do you seem so weird about it?”

“Its a little extreme. And not something I’ve ever tried before.”

Eddie and Billy looked at each other, then their father. “What are you talking about, Dad?

“Billy, when did you sense Zack’s wolf?”

“When we were having sex.”

“Right. And when I was with Zack last week, I felt Zack’s wolf when he climaxed.”

“Wait a minute, you think I can orgasm my way to my wolf? If that was true I would have had a very confusing puberty.”

Connor looked steadily at Zack. “I think you need your wolf fucked out of you.”

There was silence. All three boys seemed shocked.

Finally Zack spoke. “Um, wow. What does that even mean?”

“I was told that you need an Alpha to stimulate your wolf. That only a wolf escort kocaeli can wake up a dormant wolf. I thought maybe just exposing you to my wolf form would be enough. But maybe you need a more direct stimulation.”

Eddies eyes grew wide. “Wow.”

Zack shook his head. “I’m an open minded guy, but um…”

“I’m not suggesting you have sex with my wolf. That would be incredibly dangerous.”

Zack laughed nervously. “Whew! For a minute there…”

“I’m suggesting you have sex with my werewolf.”

“Oh. Huh…”

Eddie interjected, “Okay, hold up. Let’s not go crazy here. Maybe we just need to give him more time.”

Billy said nothing.

Connor replied, “Everyday that passes increases the chances of failure.”

Eddie seemed skeptical. “Yeah, but that’s… I mean, we have never…”

Billy spoke quietly, “It could work.”

Connor turned to Zack. “Its still your choice Zack. We can try this, or we can wait. We will do whatever you want.”

“I mean, how would that even, you know, work?”

“Honestly, I’ve never done it as a werewolf. This is uncharted territory for me.”

There was a long pause while Zack seemed to weigh his options. But he was nothing if not determined. “Okay. I want this. I made up my mind. Let’s do this.”

Connor nodded. “Is it okay if Billy and Eddie stay?”

“What, to watch?”

“To watch out for you. I have a great deal of control over my werewolf. But they will be there as extra protection for you.”

“You are not being super reassuring right now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, they can watch.” Zack laughed nervously. “Ya big pervs.”

Connor nodded, before drinking his cocoa in a single swallow. He moved the coffee table away from the sofa, clearing a large space in front of the fireplace. Then he turned and looked to Zack. “Ready?”

“What, no flowers? Chocolates? Steak dinner?”

“Don’t worry, you are going to get plenty of meat.”

“Wow. Connor with the jokes. Stay in your lane, sheriff.”

Connor didn’t reply. Instead he began shifting. Even though he had just seen it earlier, Zach was still amazed at the process. It happened so quickly! One minute the handsome sheriff was standing there, then he was gone. In his place stood a massive creature. Easily over eight feet tall, the werewolf was covered in the same dark fur that covered Connor’s wolf. But unlike the wolf, which was large but familiar to the natural world, there was nothing natural about the werewolf. It was a hybrid, standing on two thick digitigrade legs, with two long arms, and long canine face. The werewolf retained Connor’s thick musculature, with a thick furry chest and abdominal muscles.

Zack’s first reaction was fear. It…Connor…was monstrous. But underneath the fear, something else was happening. Zack felt a sort of low excitement. A tingle that ran down his spine to his balls. He looked at the creature’s form. Yes he was monstrous, but also sexy. He could feel his attraction to Connor pulling him towards the beast. He looked down. The creature had a thick furry sheath where Connor’s dick had been moments before. Was he really going to do this? He glanced over to Eddie and Billy but they looked as lost as he felt.

“Okay, big guy. Can you understand me?”

The creature growled a low yes.

“How do we, you know, start?”

The creature said nothing, but pulled Zack close and wrapped his arms around him. Zack took a deep breath, and was struck by the unusual musk. It wasn’t bad, just different. Powerful. He found himself starting to get hard. Zack ran his fingers across the broad chest. The werewolf’s dark fur was just as soft and inviting as Connor’s wolf. It felt good. Then the creature picked up Zack began licking his face. It was weird, but not bad, he thought.

The he gently placed the naked boy on the carpet in front if the fireplace. Suddenly the beast was between Zack’s legs, lifting them up. He could feel the hot breath on his groin as it licked his cock, then down to his exposed hole. Zack remember the last time he had seen werewolf tongue and the naughty thoughts about what it could do. Now he was about to find out.

He felt the long, slippery tongue press against his hole. A moment or pressure then it began to snake deep inside. Zack let out a low moan. It was and incredible sensation, as the thick, wet muscle of the werewolf tongue slowly worked his hole. He glanced to his left and saw Eddie there, slowly stroking his cock. He looked to his right and saw Billy doing the same. Zack lost track of time as waves of pleasure rolled through his body. Then he felt a sudden emptiness as Were-Connor removed his tongue. He looked up and saw him move into position above him. A sudden pressure filled his wet hole. Then a pop, as the thick head entered.

Zack gasped at the invasion. No amount of tongue play had prepared him for the monster cock. It was big, bigger that Connor’s human cock. He took deep breaths as it breached him, filling him up. His bothers could tell that Zack needed them, and they each began to rub his chest, tweaking his nipples and stroking Zack’s arms. Zack felt himself open, taking more of the creature’s dick. Zack wasn’t sure how long it spent in that slow, initial thrust. Again, he seemed to lose time. The next thing Zack knew as that the was full, fuller than he had ever been. Then Connor began to thrust inside.

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I got up, showered and headed out, thinking I would run across Leo at some point. Having heard raves about it, I decided to check out the orgy room at the hotel for the first time. It was guarded by two big bearish guys who were checking badges to make sure guys were registered. One of them, a Black bear, was definitely returning my stare. I noticed a huge bulge in his tight-fitting jeans that I wanted to reach out and grab but showed rare restraint. When I walked in there was a room with food and drink with a lot of guys standing around talking. I sat for a while people watching and noticed an adjacent room where there was constant traffic – a sure sign there was action so I got up, got a beer, and saw what was happening. There was a guy getting fucked on a mattress that was lying in the middle of the floor. The room was dark so I had trouble making out the details of who was in various state of undress. As my eyes adjusted, I was able to see that the room was pretty large and very crowded with a lot of action going on. As I got closer in, I was getting groped from all sides.

I finally saw what I was looking for – Leo, and he was with another guy who was sitting in his lap, facing him. I moved closer to see who he was with but didn’t want him to know I was in the room. There was something exciting about watching him with someone else, especially with him not knowing I was watching, not that it would make much of a difference. When I saw that both he and the white guy, who I assumed was Steve, were both naked, my first feeling was that of jealousy which I quickly dismissed considering my infidelity, and the fact that it always got me in trouble. The closer I got the more I was able to see. Leo had his cock in Steve’s ass and was kissing him while another guy was sucking Leo’s nipple. The scene was incredibly hot. A few guys started gathering around them, so I lost the view. I didn’t want to get too close and disturb what Leo was doing so I didn’t get any closer.

Then, from behind me, I felt a man hug me, his large, arms crossing my chest.

“How you doing?” he asked in a deep voice with a southern drawl. I recognized the voice but couldn’t place where.

I stroked his dark arms. “Doing okay,” I said with a sense of unsureness.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked.

“Yeah, petty hot,” still trying to figure out who this mystery man was.

“You remember me?” he asked, letting me know that we did indeed meet at some point.

“Your voice sounds familiar but can’t recall exactly who you are.” He loosened his grip enough for me to turn around, and I recognized him immediately as the dark skinned, quiet, chubby bald guy at the club whose cock I sucked. “Oh yes! Wow, good to see you again.” He was probably in his 20s, with a cute, round, unshaven face with full lips and strong jawline. But his best feature was his very dark skin.

“Good to see you too,” he said, kissing me. He was much more animated this time, showing interest in me that I did not sense before. He was about 6-foot, 2-inches and about 350#, wearing a leather/chain ısparta escort harness that clung tightly to his massive upper body. His leather full length pants also fit tightly but most noticeable was a leather belt that hung to his side, as well as a pair of handcuffs. I held I up to read the studded word “Master.”

“Impressive,” I said, speaking of his body, outfit, and paddle. “You know I followed you into the locker room when we met, hoping for more?” I said, stroking his chest. This man had me swooning, yielding to his natural power and imposing presence.

“Is that right?” he asked, pulling me into him. “You liked the way that dick tasted?”

“Tasted, felt, especially when you shot that load into my mouth.”

“Terrance, and you are?” he asked.

“James, nice meeting you again.”

“How about you get me a beer James?” he said, sitting down on a chair near the wall where the action was going on.

“Sure, be right back.” As I got his beer I remembered Leo telling me how many hot men that there would be. He did not exaggerate. Terrance was a man who I wanted badly, and here he was showing interest in me. The weird thing was that Leo was fucking his ex-boyfriend as I was about to get with another guy. I sat next to Terrance and admired the tattoo on his large bicep. “Nice tattoo.”

“Thanks man, you got any?”

“No. I don’t, not yet anyway.”

Terrance sat there looking at me, nodding his head. “I got some ideas.”

His confidence and evident interest in me was getting me aroused. “I bet you do. Care to tell me?”

“Maybe later, got to get to know you a little better. You come here alone?”

“No, with my partner. He’s over there somewhere fucking an ex.”

Terrance looked surprised. “So y’all open? I’m not sure I’d want to share your ass,” he said, laughing, inviting me to tip his beer, which I did.

“We haven’t been until now. But it’s cool. What about you?”

“I’m here with my bestie, but unattached. We’re sharing a room.” There was a pause in the conversation, then Terrance turned around, and started kissing me, a slow sensuous kiss. “You’re a good looking man James,” said Terrance, running his hand through my hair.

“Thanks, so are you,” I said, slightly embarrassed. “Another beer?” I asked, realizing we both drank the first one quickly.

“Sure.” When I got back there was a white guy sitting next to Terrance, obviously trying to hit on him. He patted his lap, “Got a seat right here James.” I sat with my back to him, enjoying his warm embrace as he talked with the guy next to him. I felt somehow that he had claimed me for the night, but was okay with it. The scene in front of me was getting hotter. The Puerto Rican guy that I met in the club shower was getting blown by someone who was sitting on someone’s face getting his ass ate. There were guys performing various sex acts as the room filled with moans and groans, as well as sexual odors and heat. I felt Terrance’s hands reach under my pants and squeeze my ass, eventually working ısparta escort bayan them down so that they were around my ankles. “You don’t need those, take them off,” he said while pulling my shirt over my head so that I was now completely naked once I got my pants off. The white guy then knelt front of me, taking my cock in his mouth and blowing me. I could feel Terrance’s cock was now erect, having been freed from the leather pants, slowly working it inside of me, but unable to penetrate due to lack of lubrication.

“Got any lube?” he asked, on cue. I just so happened to have some in my pants pocket, so I got it out and stood up while the guy continued to blow me while Terrance applied lube to my ass. I knew there was a good chance that Leo would see me getting fucked but since he had his cock up Steve’s ass it no longer concerned me. I then slowly sat on his cock, a modest six inches but really thick. The feeling of getting fucked and blown at the same time was exhilarating. I could not help but start moaning, as was Terrance which attracted a few guys to watch us. To increase the pleasure, Terrance was pinching my nipples while kissing and biting my neck and upper back. I began to rock back and forth on his cock which increased the sensations I was feeling as my own dick was being sucked.

“Let’s go back to my room,” said Terrance. The guy blowing me stopped and disappeared into the crowd allowing me to dismount from Terrance’s cock. As I was picking up my clothes from the floor and dressing, Terrance stopped me. “What the fuck you doing, my room’s just down the hall,” then giving my ass a smack. “Follow me.”

“But we have to go in the hallway,” I said.

Terrance stopped, holding his hands out. “Give me your damn clothes,” he said impatiently.

Not wanting to be naked in the hotel hallway, I pulled my pants back on. “Let me just wear the pants then.”

Terrance, looking at me with disappointment, shook his head and approached me, taking his cuffs from his side. “Knew I had a use for these,” he said. “You’re going to have to learn how to listen to me.”

Unable to read the situation I did not resist as he took my arms and placed them behind my back, then cuffed me. I felt like I had no choice but to trust him, that his motive was purely sexual and that I was his catch for the evening. But I was still scared, and humiliated. It got even worse when he yanked my pants down, leaving me naked and degraded. I hoped Leo wasn’t seeing this. He wasn’t beyond similar behavior, but this was with a total stranger in front of a large crowd of people. As Terrance took me by the arm out of the orgy room I glanced back and saw that Leo was no longer there. Terrance led me down the hall towards his room. I was dreading running across people who may have been at the hotel but were not part of the event. Guys that passed us either laughed or made statements of admiration to both of us.

“Ooooh, big daddy, arrest me,” one guy said, turning around and pulling his pants down.

“Someone’s escort ısparta going to be a prison bitch,” another said.

“Guess he done fucked up,” a large redheaded guy in just a jock strap commented.

I figured that the entire floor was for the event, so I began to relax until I we turned the corner. Outside one of the rooms was Leo, who had his arms on the wall, and another man’s arms his shoulders while they kissed. He as a white guy very well built and muscular, and not Steve. To avoid a humiliating experienced of my partner seeing me paraded around, naked in handcuffs, I hoped we wouldn’t have to pass them. When Terrance stopped to open his door I sensed immediate relief and quickly followed him in, but not before I got a quick glimpse of Leo, who was looking my direction.

Once in, Terrance promptly pushed me onto the bed, causing me to fall face down, then uncuffed me, but keeping a firm hand on me so that I could not move. “Been wanting this ass since I saw you at the club,” he said, smacking by butt, then firmly squeezing it. He then positioned me so that I was on all fours. “We’ll start out with five,” he said, rubbing my ass, then delivering a sharp strike against it with his paddle.

“Fuck!” I screamed out in both pain and surprise. Before I could adjust, Terrance administered another paddling, this time even harder. “Damn Terrance, that’s enough,” I cried out.

“Do I have to put the cuffs back on bitch?” Terrance exclaimed in genuine anger. I reached around to feel my stinging ass but he immediately slapped it away. “You get this dick after I finish, understood?”

I figured three more was something that I could handle so I shook my head in the affirmative and braced for him to finish. I knew there were guys in the BDSM lifestyle who were turned on by this but with Terrance I experienced it at this level for the first time. After the fifth lash, he proudly claimed how red he made my ass, and before I could recover, he grabbed my hips and entered me. In less than a minute he pounded out a load into my ass, breathing heavy and collapsing onto my backside, then laughing.

“My god I could stay inside you all night,” said Terrance, his breathing getting slower.

While things got a bit rough, I did enjoy being with Terrance and another round or two of good sex, this time hopefully longer. He pulled out, stood up and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Still horny, I turned around, knelt before him and sucked his softening cock, licking his balls and kissing his tight, curly pubic hairs.

“How long you going to be around?” he asked.

I didn’t want to take his fat, short cock out of my mouth, but did so enough to tell him I would be leaving out the next day.

“Cool, I’ll be here until Monday so let’s meet tomorrow so I can get some more of that pussy. You can leave,” he said. I gathered my clothes where he had tossed them and got dressed as Terrance got under the covers in the bed.

When leaving his room, I saw that the hallway was empty, making me wonder where Leo was with his make-out partner. I went to the room where he was and stuck my ear to the door, listening to the faint moaning and groaning of two men having sex. I retreated back to our room, falling asleep by myself, pondering the day’s activities, realizing how much I enjoyed being with different men, and evidently, so did Leo.

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It had been a long time in as much as I had been seeing badger once a week, but I had to go to Bournemouth on a refresher course with my firm for a whole month, so you can imagine how much I missed our wonderful times together – having fun in his allotment hut.

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“The carrots are just about ripe for pulling, just take a look at this one I pulled this morning” Badger demonstrated holding the tuna firmly in his fist with they wry grin of his. I knew at once exactly what he was insinuating and immediately responded to what I knew would be his liking…

“And I should imagine yours is ready for pulling?”

He grinned and said: “You are right there, lad, you want to go into the shed for a little while?”

He knew darned well I did, in fact I was longing to feel and taste him again after what had seemed a lifetime, no sooner had we entered his shed and he had bolted the door behind me, when I instinctively knelt before him, undid his corduroys and sniffed in his odour, the scent of rich ripe cock, especially as I stretched back his foreskin over his peach which I longed to feel in my mouth again.

Stroking his cock as it grew I asked if he’d had it since I’d been away. – I knew that his sex life had finished with his Mrs although they still thought the burdur escort world of each other, but a guy like Badger still wanted his oats and so made a meal out of me, and I didn’t mind being his kernel, his place where he could gratify his sexual appetite, which was always in plenty and, as I stroked his cock and cupped his ripe balls I already wanted the feel of him inside me.

“Nothing, nothing at all, And you know there is nothing now with Pat” (his wife)

“So we don’t need to use condom then?” I asked with a sigh of relief, I hated the things, wanted to feel my meat un-tinged and flesh to flesh, nit separated by a sheen of rubber or whatever they use to make them now, mind you I have been fucked with a ribbed condom which was nice but still not as lovely as the bare thing.

“No we don’t so you will be pleased Huh, Pete and me too. I love to feel the squeeze of your ass pure and bare.”

I said no more. Now was the time to catch up – he wanted it and I wanted it, I took his cock firmly in my hand, drew it right back to the root and hungrily sucked it into my mouth, tasting immediately the taste of cock never forgotten, for Badger had that certain particular flavour and taste I loved and adored, I would spend ages just pampering his cock and balls and underneath too, sucking, licking and nibbling hearing his moans of delight.. He stood there before me proud and enjoying. burdur escort bayan Pushing it out for my pleasure, and , licking his balls I cherished seeing it jerk upwards and won again, its was so lovely a prick and I could never ever get enough of it in every way..

“You want his cream today?” Badger asked knowing what my reply would be, when I took a breath from sucking that is. And when I nodded I heard that sigh of pure pleasure as he propped himself back, dropped his corduroys right down, slipped them off along with his underpants which had been down below his knees, and opened his legs wide for me to get a real good sucking and licking of pure unadulterated ripe throbbing prick and balls. Heaven!

WE enjoyed that for at least an hour and he was panting for something more, and when he spurted I tasted the salty taste of his cream slide over my tongue, enjoyed the feeling of it swirling in my mouth, then swallowed it, licking up all the dribbles that followed until Badger was fully expended.. That was fine because I knew after another hour of enjoying his pleasure of me, his pampering of my cock and balls and then my ass, I knew he would be hard again, hard enough to give me a good seeing to, but in the meantime I splendour in the thrill of watching him suck me the way he does, so good and firm, like he was eating me all up, my hard cock all inside his mouth somehow, his escort burdur cheeks stretched tight, me just laying back on the n=bench for him to enjoy me to the full, his fingers starting to prepare me given a spread of lubricant around my aching anus which he made a meal of, moving first one finger then two inside me, stretching me as he grew more demanding, telling me to turn around, bend over the bench and show him what I have got. L loved that, loved to be all ass for this guy who enjoyed his fuck so much, now his fingers were working overtime, stretching deeper and deeper inside, it felt good and I was ready for his fuck.

“Fuck me, Badger – fuck me hard!” I yelled

He soon gave me the stiff bucking I asked for, nom messing he was soon inside and I felt the bulk of his thick juicy cock poke me deeply inside, feeling his palpitations so strong as he started to fuck. His thrust grew harder and quicker as I entered a world of my own, it was heaven on earth, feeling his fuck enter my being, feeling him nudge and slap my butt as he worked it this way and that, twisting my ass round in different positions to get the essence of fucking me in different positions, And when he came he yelled “Bingo” and I felt his fluid making it more slippery inside as he pulled it out, making that certain squashing sound as he did. His fuck was susb0lime and that wasn’t the last of it, for he would want to suck me off all over again, but this time sucking his juiced combined with mine as he plunged his long tongue inside me, swivelled it around like he was stirring coffee and swallowed it all, me looking down and seeing his face glistening with our fluids.

Now that was fucking full package, and Badger would always be that for me…

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