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1: The food court

Given the pattern I had gotten used to, I was surprised when I scanned the code on Monday that I was being thrust into action right away.

“ASSIGNMENT IS TODAY. YOU CAN GO TO WORK AFTER. BE READY TO TRAVEL AT 12:30”

I wondered if this one would keep me locked up long enough that I’d be late to work. Well, given how the last one worked, I might by in a jail cell by the time I’m supposed to be at work.

I puttered around, doing at-home stuff, and was surprised to get another message just after eleven.

“EFFECTIVE NOW, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PISS UNTIL GIVEN PERMISSION.”

And then, about a half-hour later, another unexpected message:

“DRINK A LARGE GLASS OF WATER, TAKE A PHONE VID OF YOU DRINKING IT AND SEND IMMEDIATELY.”

Another message with the same instruction came a half-hour later.

By the time I got my travelling orders at 12:30, I was definitely at a state where I would have made a pit stop before going out. Hopefully, I was being sent to a restroom again!

“DRESS IN T-SHIRT AND GYM SHORTS. NO UNDERWEAR. TAKE WORK CLOTHES IN BAG.

“GO TO FOOD COURT AT TOWN CENTRE MALL. FIND QR CODE IN SW CORNER, END OF AISLE OF SEATS BY SCULPTURE

“LEAVE NOW”

I was already dressed for work, so after a hasty change, I was out the door, work clothes crammed in my bag. By the time I biked over and wound my way through the mall, it looked like the food court was heading to the quieter time after the lunch rush. Most of the tables were empty and there were a couple employees working their way between them, tidying up.

My instructions to find the code were pretty vague, but once I saw the sculpture (an animal of some sort made of strips of metal) I had a zone to work from… and then, at the end of an aisle of booths I saw a guy wearing one of those familiar blue “courier” shirts. Figuring that wasn’t a coincidence, I walked over towards him. He was sitting with his back to me as I approached, but as I drew beside him, I saw he was holding onto a card with a QR code. He looked up as I stood by the table.

“Um, I think that’s for me?” Without comment he handed the card over. I laid it on the table and pulled out my phone so I could scan it. I was working up some sort of conversation starter when my phone buzzed.

“GO OVER TO THE MEGA BURGER AND GET A JUMBO DRINK. COME BACK AND SIT DOWN.”

Well, if nothing else, this assignment already had a different sort of rhythm to it — so far it felt more like a treasure hunt. It turned out that the “Jumbo” drink was no joke, coming in a cup that was about the size of a Big Gulp. Looking at it reminded me of my faint but distinct need to relieve myself. In arriving here I had forgotten I was hoping to be sent to the restroom.

Tub of diet coke in hand, I went back and took the seat across from the guy in the blue shirt. Without bothering to make small talk, he launched right into a spiel.

“So, I’m supposed to let you know that you don’t have to worry about your camera. I have them set up for you. There’s one right there,” gesturing toward a garbage can across from the table, “and one down there,” twisting around to point at the base of a divider between tables several yards back.

“When you’re done whatever it is you’re here for, you have to scan the card again, and I’ll come get the cameras.” With that, he pulled out his own phone and scanned it, then stood up and walked away. He left his tray behind him, which had an empty burger wrapper and french fry container. And also, curiously, a large pair of scissors.

His action must have been a trigger, as my phone buzzed right away, before I had time to process that.

“DRINK AS MUCH OF THE DRINK AS YOU CAN”

Yikes! I picked up the giant cup, and chugged a couple swallows. Then I paused and figured I should pace myself, so I took a series of more measured glugs. I paused for a little silent burp, then drank what felt like another full-sized normal serving. There was still about half of the drink left, but that was what I could handle for now. Meanwhile, I had more instructions.

“TAKE TIMELOCK AND CUFFS FROM BAG

“REMOVE SOCKS AND SHOES, STORE THEM IN BAG

“LOCK BAG WITH PADLOCK. PUT KEY ON SHACKLE OF TIME LOCK”

That kept me busy for a couple minutes, especially trying to unobtrusively get my shoes and socks off. By the time the padlock on my bag clicked shut, I had more to do.

“DRINK SOME MORE OF THE DRINK

“LOCK ONE CUFF AROUND TABLE LEG, LOCK OTHER TO RIGHT ANKLE

“PULL DOWN SHORTS SO THEY ARE LAYING ON THE FLOOR

“PUT HANDCUFF KEY ON SHACKLE OF TIME LOCK

“LOCK TIMELOCK TO METAL BAR ON DIVIDER BESIDE TABLE. SET FOR ONE HOUR AND START

“RESCAN QR CODE WHEN CLOCK RUNNING”

That gave me a whole bunch of things to do. It was enough of a struggle to have to half-climb under the table to lock the cuffs to that table leg and my ankle that I hadn’t really process the next manisa escort line until I reread it.

I had to pull my shorts off, exposing my lower body in this very public place! I took a deep breath and looked around. I hadn’t really studied it, but obviously this spot had been carefully chosen. It was at the end of a long aisle of booths, and there was only one approach. There was a shoulder-high wall that marked the edge of the food court seating area to my right, and a waste station to my left on the other side of the aisle, so the only place where someone could really see under the table was…

… I looked over and realized that was right where one of the cameras was located. At least, I was guessing that the small plastic box with a slot in front held a camera. Unless you examined it closely, it looked like it was part of the pillar between the booths. That camera would have a nice long view, showing above and below my table, and getting the whole context of the area with the space of the mall behind me.

The second camera the guy mentioned was in a similar box, attached at knee height to the garbage can perpendicular to the left of my table. It would have a nice straight-on side view of everything I was doing.

On the whole, this was set up so it was unlikely anyone would get a look underneath this table. But still… to be exposed here for an hour?

Better to just get started. I lifted my butt to shimmy my gym shorts down my legs. If worst comes to worst, I could always pull them back up. Feeling some cooler air on my crotch, I put the handcuff key on the shackle of the time lock and twisted over to look at the thin bar that was running along the top of the divider wall. I waited for an older couple on the other side to walk past, then I was just able to fit the time lock over it. It clicked in place, and I set the timer. That loud beep that always annoyed me was mostly eaten up by the ambient background sound of the mall.

Well, this should be in interesting hour. I re-scanned the QR code.

“FINISH OFF YOUR DRINK”

Lord, that was a struggle! My stomach felt like it was bursting now, my bladder, too, though I pushed that thought aside as my phone buzzed again.

“TAKE THE SCISSORS AND USE THEM TO REMOVE THE GYM SHORTS FROM THE HANDCUFF CHAIN.”

I swallowed and blinked. That would quite efficiently take away my emergency backup plan! I felt a moment of defeat when I thought about how I was always one step behind what was being planned for me here.

Well, might as well get with the program. I reached over to the tray, and grabbed the scissors. Once I looked at them more closely I realized they were those cloth scissors with the jagged teeth — pinking shears, I guess they’re called.

I leaned down and found the one leg that was wrapped around the handcuff chain. The shears made quick work of them. Feeling like this was a significant act, I grabbed them and held them up, so that both cameras would get a view of them.

I was committed now.

I leaned back on my padded seat, trying to look casual, like just another bored guy killing time in the food court. Every few seconds, someone would pass by outside the food court, on the other side of the divider that made up the far edge of my booth. They were just a couple feet away from me, sitting here with my cock exposed, but there was no way they could see it.

As I absorbed the whole situation, I could feel myself getting turned on. It blew my mind that I could be so exposed like this, in such a public place. Some of the excitement curdled away when a security guard walked past, giving me an impersonal eye, evaluating whether I was a threat to the peace of his mall.

My phone buzzed as he half-looked at me, passing by, so I had a distraction to keep me from having to awkwardly look, or not look, or nod at him.

“SCAN THE CODE AGAIN WHEN YOU NEED TO PISS AND CANT HOLD IT ANY LONGER”

As I twitched in my seat I realized that wouldn’t take long. In the meantime, I half-looked at my phone as I tried to not-too-obviously keep looking around to notice if anyone was noticing me.

Finally, about ten minutes later, I was definitely there… I really had to take a leak. Trying to guess at how this was going to play out, I scanned the QR code once more.

“YOU CAN WAIT FIVE MORE MINUTES”

Dammit! Having to hold it, and now being conscious of the time, made my urge even more apparent. And then the pressure in my bladder joined up with the omnipresent ache in my balls, and my guts were roiling in a very odd way… another discomfort which was also arousing me, and making my balls and prostate ache more, which seemed to increase my need to pee, which…

Just as I was starting to wonder if I’d need to scan the code again, my phone buzzed of its own accord when the five minutes were up.

“YOU MAY NOW PISS INTO YOUR DRINK CUP + SET IT ON TOP OF THE TABLE”

Well, by process escort manisa of elimination I was expecting something like that. Casually looking around to check if anyone was looking my way, I grabbed the giant cup and swung it under the table. And seconds later, I was feeling intense relief. Thank goodness it’s such a huge cup… I feel like I could fill it all the way!

One long slash later, I was darting my eyes around again as I brought the cup back up, wondering to myself where it would fall on the nerve-wracking/titillating scale to have to sit here with a cup of piss in front of me until I was unlocked. My phone buzzed again.

“NOW DRINK EVRYTHING IN THE CUP”

I wasn’t turned off by the idea of drinking my own piss — obviously I had done it quite a few times while fantasizing about drinking other men’s — but looking over at the timelock I realized this could lead to a repeating cycle. I’d definitely have to piss again before I’d be unlocking… would I have to keep drinking it?

Putting that thought off, I grabbed the cup. I turned to look at both of the cameras with a smile on my face as I raised the cup to my mouth and chugged all my piss down. It was fairly watery, and not bitter. I could smell it though, as out of the corner of my eye I watched people walking past on the other side of the divider. I felt like a bit of a dirty freak, and frankly the idea of it turned me on.

When I set the cup back down, I realized I had missed one more text arriving.

“NOW TAKE THE SCISSORS AND CUT THE CUP IN HALF”

Once more, this wasn’t proceeding as I had guessed. Wondering what was going to happen when I had to piss again, I reached over for the shears, and their jagged teeth made quick work of the cup’s thin plastic.

Next came the waiting stage. I wondered if I was going to get more instructions, given how precisely choreographed everything had been so far.

A woman with a tray of food appeared at the other end of the aisle where I was sitting. She looked around, then moved toward me. She took a spot three booths down, a polite distance when the food court wasn’t too busy. Though when I looked around, I realized it was definitely busier than it had been when I arrived. If things picked up much more, there would be more people looking to sit near me. Luckily for now, at least, the woman sat with her back to me, so I wouldn’t have to worry about her noticing any of my peculiar activities.

For ten minutes or so, nothing happened. I watched the back of the woman’s head as she ate her lunch, and watched people occasionally stroll by on the other side of the divider. On the far side of the food court from me, an employee with a cleaning cart started wiping the unoccupied tables.

As a distraction, my phone buzzed, and it turned out to be something unrelated to my current predicament. It was Edward, asking me when would be a good night for us to hook up. I’d actually been wondering when this would happen… I smiled to myself as I thought back a couple weeks to my “date” with Tony, and I wondered how the night with Edward would be different. While Tony was introverted and gentle, Edward was a gregarious goofball, always filling the room with his personality and loud voice. We agreed to meet up on Wednesday when I had my night off. Fantasizing about what would happen was a pleasant diversion that kept me from thinking about the pressure that was building again in my bladder.

And finally, my phone buzzed with another instruction. “WHEN YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO PISS, SCAN THE QR CODE AGAIN. BUT NOT LESS THAN TEN MINUTES FROM NOW”

I started the stopwatch on my phone running. Once more, having a time limit to focus on made my need to piss that much worse, and it felt like my bladder was a balloon that was rapidly inflating. In five minutes I was starting to twitch in my seat a bit as I clenched my teeth. My phone buzzed, and when I checked it was an animated GIF of a waterfall, and then another of a tap running. This isn’t helping! My guts felt ready to burst, and the pressure in my bladder felt like it was pressing directly against my prostate, sending weird tingles through my belly, which just made me even more uncomfortable.

Finally, the ten minutes were up, and I scanned the code.

“REACH UNDER THE TABLE AND FIND THE VIBRATOR TAPED THERE”

Leaning forward, my hand patted around, brushing over dried-up gumwads until I found something that would have been in front of the guy that I had met sitting at the table. I tugged at it and it came loose in my hand. When I brought it up, I could see it was a small bullet vibrator, and by now my phone had more instructions.

“USE THE VIBRATOR TO MAKE YOURSELF CUM. ONCE YOU DO YOU MAY EMPTY YOUR BLADDER”

Setting aside the second part for the moment, I tried to wrap my head around the first instruction. Given that I was half-naked and exposing myself in a mall food court, it shouldn’t feel like such manisa escort bayan a big deal, but actually masturbating in public seemed like a step into something bigger.

Like felony territory, maybe. But even as that crossed my mind, there was a different sort of ache in my balls, and I realized that I wanted to masturbate in this food court very badly.

I clicked the button at one end of the vibe with my thumb and it started buzzing in my hand. Its high-pitched whine was eaten up by the mall’s background sounds, which was a relief.

My hand darted back under the table. As soon as I touched the vibe to the side of my plastic cage, the noise increased into a clearly-audible thrum. I wondered if the woman three tables away would hear it; certainly anyone walking past on the other side of the divider would.

I didn’t really care about that, though, because the feelings from the vibrator were incredible. There were fireworks behind my eyes and it felt like my balls were vibrating at their own frequency. It must have been a month since Sir had drained my come when he was measuring for my new cage, so I was insanely ready to release the pressure. There was a pinching pain behind my balls as my cock swelled and tried to grow, combated by the constraints of the plastic cage.

Oh, Jesus… I had forgotten how good it felt to have my cock stimulated. No — check that. Jerking off had never felt this good. This was something different, something better and far more intense. Almost too intense as I felt a strong ache in my balls. And then the ache was gone; it was as if a dam has burst and I knew now there was nothing that would stop me from orgasming.

An older woman walked past me on the other side of the divider, giving me a concerned or disapproving look, and I vaguely realized I was sitting there slack-jawed and on the cusp of drooling. I didn’t care. Something else had one thousand per cent of my attention. There was a warmth in my guts, a sun that was pouring liquid honey over my insides. I grunted once, and I’m sure the woman three tables over heard that, as her head tilted slightly to the side.

And I came. Oh, fuck. A month’s supply of semen was making its way out of my cock. Not exploding so much as oozing out like more of that honey. It felt like my cock and balls were surging more than pumping, and I felt something wet dripping onto my foot.

I wanted to lean down and watch the semen that was still oozing out of me, but I realized that would probably draw too much attention. Plus, I wouldn’t really be able to get a good view around the table anyway. Instead, I stared into the camera and rode it out, hoping that it was capturing this incredible thing that was happening to me.

And then the buzzing of the vibrator was even louder in my ears and I was brought back down to earth. After fumbling with it several times, I managed to switch it off and the noise disappeared.

All at once I experienced two separate kinds of discomfort. First, the ache in my balls was back, as if the orgasm hadn’t finished and I didn’t get that relaxed glow that is so satisfying after ejaculation. Instead, this was more like the tension of a ruined orgasm, and I knew there would be no peaceful refractory period for me. Instead, my balls were still telling me they needed release.

But all of that was subsumed by the more intense ache in my guts as my monumental need to piss reasserted itself. I looked around the table, casting my eyes over the ruined cup. There was nothing left for me to catch my piss with.

There was only one thing I could do. With a sigh, I relaxed my sphincter and started pissing on the floor of my booth.

Now something else splashed against my foot and I moved it out of the way. Suddenly I had a burst of panic as I looked at the aisle floor beside the booth. But apparently the raised floor of the booth was slightly concave, as the streaming liquid was pooling right below me.

And really, it didn’t actually matter at this point where the piss was going to end up. I needed to let it go, and I wasn’t going to stop now for anything. As I pissed for what must have been a minute straight, I felt pleasure that was almost as intense as the orgasm I had just experienced — and of course that sent a little kick of rippling tension through my balls.

Finally I was done pissing, and the trickling and quiet splashing sounds receded into the mall’s background hum. As if on cue, the woman sitting three booths over stood up and walked away with her tray, not pausing to look back at me.

I looked over at the timelock. There were less than ten minutes left. As I’d experienced before, this was the most anxious time, and it dragged out. After my orgasm, all the paranoid whispers that my mind had been suppressing about how I was going to get caught came back to needle me. As I tried to keep shifting my feet away from the pool of piss below me, I was definitely ready to get out of here.

Finally, after a long slog, the timelock gave its loud beep. Of course, there was a couple walking past me on the other side of the divider as that happened. I conspicuously picked up my phone and fake-answered a call; I didn’t notice if they bought it, or even realized something was out of the ordinary.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

—–

It was good too to take control for himself, Razak thought, tipping a glass of champagne back so that he could get out every last drop of the goodness, every drip and every bubble that burst tantalisingly on his tongue. Leaning back against the kitchen counter in the cabin, he moaned softly as a smaller reindeer with only a light rack of antlers and a few lighters spots struck through his coat took his dick down his throat.

It was easy to last, after all the fun he’d had that night, but he was still a little sore from his last round with the reindeer that went by Cupid, his tail hole pleasantly gaping, but only a little. He caressed Donner’s head gently as he suckled on his cock, smirking down at the littler reindeer with a grin that betrayed the need for a little dominance. There was no fun in being a switch, after all, if he didn’t play both sides of the coin, enjoying himself in all ways that were offered to him.

A wolf could be a hunter… But a wolf could be opportunistic too.

That was how he set his glass aside with a rattle, grunting, pressing forward, taking the smaller reindeer’s osmaniye escort nice, tight muzzle roughly. Donner whined and tried to lap up against the underside of his cock, but he was too horny to do anything much, his eyes glazed over in sweet submission, nothing more than a cute little reindeer fuck-toy that Raz could do with as he pleased.

Sometimes, that was needed. With the taste of champagne lingering in his mouth, the hard back of the cabinet behind him, he took everything he needed, eyes on Donner’s throbbing pink length too. The reindeer’s tongue managed to flicker up and around the head of his cock as he pulled back, though the wolf shuddered in place, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips.

Donner squeaked, his head dragged back from the wolf’s cock, looking up at him, a paw wound tightly into the dark brown hair atop his head, between his antlers.

“Come ride my dick, buck,” Razak growled, licking his lips even through the tease. “Now that you’ve got it all wet for your tight little arse…”

Donner might have had something to say about that, but, really, he wanted the same thing the wolf did. There was no point in pushing back, not when he could so easily and simply turn around, presenting his small yet strong, athletic buttocks to the wolf. Razak had to bow his knees a little, in a partial squat, to get down to the right level for Donner, but it would all be worth it when his cock sank into his tail hole.

The tip caught, dribbling pre-cum, squeezing osmaniye escort bayan between Donner’s rear cheeks to find the treat of his pucker, the hole which offered so many promises in its tight grasp. Yet the wolf did not take the reindeer in a thrust but rather dragged him sensually back onto his cock, forcing him playfully to ride him, to buck and grind as if the reindeer was the one in control. Of course, that was not so, but Razak enjoyed the feeling of a tight sub grinding onto him, bleating and moaning, lust slipping from his lips.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so big…” Donner whined, his little tail twitching back against the wolf’s stomach as Razak rolled his hips. “Oooohhh…”

“Ride me, then maybe you’ll loosen up a bit.”

That could not be so, though the reindeer could relax around the wolf’s length, nodding tightly, his eyes closed, one more shuddering gasp breaking his lips. Then the real game and ride began, grinding and rolling his hips back onto the wolf’s cock as if there was nothing else in the world for him, losing his sense of himself in a moment in the cabin kitchen that, really, should not have taken place. Razak didn’t know whether it was okay for him to fuck all the reindeer — even if they had been quite forward in their advances towards him — but it was far too late to go back now, grabbing Donner’s hips.

A snarl ripped itself from the wolf’s throat, lips curling back, need pumping through him. He was so hard, aching for it, yet escort osmaniye his orgasm was slow to come, a deep, burning rise curling up from the pit of his being. His body begged, in a way, for relief, for rest, but he could not have both in the way that he wanted them, not without orgasm first.

The need to cum confused everything as he watched the reindeer’s arse bouncing on his cock, grinding back onto his swelling knot, though he would not sink into the buck’s tail hole that time. That might have been too much for him, what with how his legs shook, bleating and keening, stomping his little cloven hooves. But it was not too much for the wolf as he growled, grabbing his own knot with a squeeze that got him right to the edge, as if he had just sunk it into a tight hole to swell to its fullest extent.

Donner squealed, painting the kitchen floor with his cum, the thump of the wolf’s body back up against the cabinets rattling them, his head falling back. The sweet bliss of orgasm swept him away, pump after pump of his cock spending his seed bringing with it a shuddering gasp of relief, even if he was too sensitive, really, to be cumming again so quickly. Still, he wanted it desperately, that moment of ecstasy, something that could not be taken away from the moment, as much as he might have wanted to cling onto.

Dimly aware of how he came down from his high, the wolf groaned, reaching around to fondle Donner’s lightly softening cock. The squeak the reindeer gave was more adorable than it had any right to be.

“Mm… You buck like you need it.”

Donner blushed, though only rolled his hips back against Raz’ shaft, which seemed to refuse to soften, at least for the moment. For there were two more reindeer that the wolf had not yet met at the farm and he was sure that they were merely waiting in the wings for him.

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“First day at work, and I get sent home in the first hour,” I laughed as I stripped off my jeans and button-down shirt and leaned into my bedroom closet at my parents’ house.

I’d hoped — actually planned — that today was going to be an interview only for this summer job, and I’d have a few days before I was asked to start at the used-car lot in town. But Russ Wilks had other plans. He hired me without any kind of real interview, and told me to go home, change and come back for training.

Must be desperate, I thought. And I also thought that Russ seemed pretty cocky… in more ways than one. He’d already paraded out of the shower room in front of me and his mechanic this morning, his freakish dong swinging like an elephant trunk. That was weird enough, although the mechanic, Haskell, acted like it was no big deal.

But what stuck with me more was how Russ reached across his desk and pressed his fingers into my jugular. I guess he meant it as a joke, but it startled me. It was an aggressive move, and he wasn’t gentle when he pressed my neck. He was close enough that I could smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath, feel the heat off his just-showered body.

I pulled on cut-off jeans and the cleanest T-shirt I could find in my pile of dirty clothes, tied up my sneakers and then headed back out to my car. I wasn’t in a hurry to get back to the car shop, because Russ seemed like the kind of guy who was going to work my ass off when I got there.

Sure enough, he was standing outside in front of the office windows, legs spread in a an aggressive stance and his hands on his hips. I looked twice out the side window as I swung my car into an open parking space to the left of the building. Was he really pointing at his watch?

“Petey, I hope this isn’t an indication of how this whole summer is gonna go,” he barked as I hustled around the back of the car toward him. “Fifty cars aren’t gonna wash themselves, and I sure ain’t getting wet today!”

As I drew close, he clasped a firm hand on the back of my neck, pivoted and steered us both back toward my car, around the corner of the building and then on to the back of the service area. Guess he figured that since I was 18 and he used to be a drill sergeant, he could march me around like I was some new recruit.

On the ground was a hose with a pistol grip end, a bucket, a container of liquid soap and a large sponge. He squeezed my neck, sending a jolt up down my spine that tingled in my balls. “Now that you’re dressed for the job, are you ready to actually LEARN the job?”

“Sure,” I said, wriggling free from his grasp and stretching my neck side to side.

“Good, because it’s something you’re going to do once a day. Twice, if it rains or the wind kicks up the dirt. Ever hear of a chamois?”

I looked at him, unsure. Did he just say “shammy?” Russ looked annoyed. He reached into the bucket, which had no water in it yet, and pulled out a yellowish square of material that was about the size of a dish towel.

“Chamois. Chamois. Or if you prefer, sham-WAH, as they might say in Gay Paree.” He tossed it at me and I clutched it before it hit my chest.

“What’s it for?” I asked. By now, Haskell was out of the service bay, wiping his hands on the blue rag and grinning. He seemed amused that Russ was giving me a hard time, just like he seemed in on it when Russ swaggered naked around the office that morning.

Russ raised his hands, palms up, in mock exasperation. “Haskell, what are they teaching these kids over at that high school? What the actual hell.” He took the fabric out of my hands, held it daintily between thumbs and forefingers, and said, “This here is your towel.”

“One towel? For 50 cars?”

“Ever watch the Olympics, those fruity looking divers in their little Speedos, diving into the pool? And when they get out they dry off with a tiny little patch of towel? Yeah? Well, that’s this, a chamois. Observe!”

With that, he picked up the hose handle and in one sweeping move blasted my lower body with a full spray of jarringly cold water. I spun away reflexively, and he doused my ass and the back of my legs.

“What the fu… What’re you doing?!?” I sputtered as he let off the hose. I turned around and he tossed the chamois back at me. Haskell was bent over, laughing and slapping his leg.

“Start drying,” Russ said. Shaking with anger and humiliation, I did as he commanded. I swept the soft fabric up and down my legs, and over my sodden denim shorts. I was surprised at how quickly it sopped up the water — a couple passes and my skin was dry.

I was bent over absorbing the water off my socks when I heard a chortle and then a firm but playful smack on my ass, the sound amplified by the wet jeans.

“Here ya go, sport,” Russ said, taking the towel from my hands. With one big twist that flexed his Popeye forearms, he wrung the water out onto the pavement. One twist the other way extracted the rest, and he tossed it back to me.

“Now you know the magic of the chamois cloth,” muş escort he said. “That’s how you dry 50 cars with one towel. Now, let’s get you out onto the lot and get some work done.”

I collected the chamois, sponge and soap into the bucket and grabbed the hose, but wasn’t having so much luck corralling my racing thoughts. First the casual nudity, then the non-interview interview, and now an embarrassing job initiation, right in front of Haskell.

Their laughs were ringing in my ears, but what struck me most was a bizarre feeling of excitement and anticipation. This had to be like no summer job ever… it wasn’t going to be boring, that was sure. But what was it going to be, when it was said and done?

Russ had me unspool the hose out to the far car on the lot, a 1985 Pontiac Grand Prix with dapples of rust over the back wheel wells. He squirted some liquid soap into the bucket and took the hose from my hand. I flinched when he reached for the grip and he chuckled as he sprayed water into the bucket.

“You’re jumpy, Petey,” he said. “I never teach the same lesson twice. So, pay attention going forward.” Once the bucket was full and foamy, he told me to dunk the sponge until it was sopping wet. He sprayed the Grand Prix liberally with the hose.

“You gotta wet it before you wash it,” he said. “Otherwise, you’re just grinding the dirt into the finish.”

I nodded.

“Start washing on the roof, big sweeping strokes and be generous with the squeeze,” he said. “Spread that soap around and make sure you hit every spot with the sponge.” Not wanting to disappoint, I was so liberal with the soapy water that it sloshed well up my arms and a bit onto my chest.

“That’s it,” he said in a firm voice. “Now the hood, then the trunk. More water in the bucket, now. Keep that bucket full, don’t skimp on the soap. Now work the windows down to the doors.”

I did what I was told, and it wasn’t until halfway through my first car that I realized I was already tuned into the cadence of his commands. Is this what boot camp is like, I wondered.

He prodded me to work fast, so the soap didn’t start drying before I could hose it down. Once I had sponged off the tail lights and back bumper he slid the bucket away from the car with his foot and handed me the hose.

“Same drill, kiddo. Start at the top, sweeping motion, don’t spare the water and work from top to bottom.”

I circled the car as I sprayed. When I’d gone halfway around, cleaning from the top, he instructed me to work back toward him counterclockwise, spraying the quarter-panels, doors and rocker panels.

“Most numb-nuts will keep going all the away around, and end up like a dog wrapped around a doghouse with that hose,” he said. “Now, before we start drying, get that next car wet to prep it for soaping.”

I turned and sprayed down the next car, a Chevy Impala that was dulled from too many years in the sun. When I was finished and worked my way counterclockwise back around, Russ was waiting with the chamois held from both upper corners, dangling like a flag over his crotch.

“And here comes the most important part,” he said. He tossed it at me again. “Show me how to dry a car.”

Eager to display my newfound knowledge, I opened it up flat and dropped it onto the roof, and with my palm pressed down in the center, began a pattern of big arcing circles. I was confused as the water pooled and swished about, and the chamois began to ball up around my hand.

“No no no no no no no no,” Russ said, and there seemed to be satisfaction in his voice at my ignorance in the use of this strange towel. “Hand me that.” I did, and he wrung out what little water I’d been able to collect.

“C,mere,” he said, tapping the hood of the Grand Prix. “Come press your dick right up against it.” I stood where he’d instructed, and pressed my hips into the car’s fender. He came up behind me, so his chest touched my back, and reaching both arms around me, unfurled the chamois so it rested at about the midpoint of the hood. Then he leaned onto his left hand and turned so he was beside me, to my left.

“Now,” he said in a softer tone, his mouth just inches from my face, “take the corners closest to you in both hands, and pull the chamois toward you.” I reached forward, grabbed each of the corners, and pulled the cloth to my waist. It seemed like an odd way to dry a car, as it bunched and skipped over the top of the water beads.

Russ sighed in an exaggerated way, and slipped back behind me. “Again,” he said. I placed the chamois back where he’d had it, and began to pull. “Stop!” he commanded, right in my left ear. I startled and let go of the cloth, but he quickly grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands back to the starting position. Once there, he slid his palms over the top of each of my hands, and interlocked his fingers in mine.

My hands were now his hands. “Feel THIS,” he said, and he began pulling the chamois lightly, slowly, until something strange happened. The water escort muş caught the fabric, and put up resistance across the width of the cloth. As he continued to drag the chamois that friction came off the car surface, through the fabric, into my fingers and on back to Russ, who controlled all motion.

“Feel that tension?” he whispered authoritatively. I felt the heat of his chest on my shoulders, and contact from both the mass of his crotch against my ass, and the point of his chin into my left shoulder. All I could do was nod. Nod, and continue to pull the cloth back in concert with his wishes.

When the chamois was all the way back, and the tension released, Russ took a step back. The uncoupling left me a little woozy in a way I couldn’t define.

“Now, wring it out. Rinse, repeat.” I hadn’t turned around yet, but I nodded. “Petey, boy, do you think you have it from here on out?”

“Yes, sir,” I said. “I think I get it now.”

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

Lunch break brought all new eye-openers. Russ had called me in from the lot, and invited me into his office to eat my bag lunch with him and Haskell. The desk was average size, but with three of us spreading out bag lunches out it felt a little tight. Haskell got up and skirted past me, then returned a minute later with three cans of Coke from the refrigerator in the break room.

“So, newbie, tell us how rewarding it feels to achieve your lifetime goal of cleaning cars that will be dirty again by the next morning,” Russ said, popping the top on his soda can.

“Ha, it’s more like achieving my goal of earning some money for college so I don’t have to do this kind of work for a living,” I said.

Haskell nudged me brusquely, and I turned to lock into a stern face. “You got a problem with honest work, boy?” He stared, unblinking, and I felt anxiety rising. Moments later, he and Russ busted up in unison.

“Fuck, boy, relax!” Russ said, and Haskell clapped a big palm down on my bare thigh, gave it a squeeze and shook it.

“Gotcha, there,” he said. “Don’t worry, I got nothing against college boys.”

“In fact, Haskell here finds college boys kinda cute, don’t you, hoss?” Russ said. Haskell put his knuckles under his chin and surveyed me in mock disapproval.

“Don’t know, boss, not a lot of meat on these bones. Think I’ll stick with Trudy for now.”

Russ winced and laughed heartily. “Oh, you wanna go there, huh. Ouch!”

“Who’s Trudy?” I asked.

“Well, she used to be a bank teller in town that I was banging,” Russ said.

Haskell nudged me. “She’s still a bank teller, and she’s still in town — those parts are still true!”

Russ picked up his sandwich and waved it at Haskell. “She went Black…”

“… And she ain’t come back!” Haskell finished, and with that they both were laughing again. “Actually, I just think she likes my sensitive side. You know, she does likes the rough ride but she also likes having a guy wake up with her in the morning, too!”

Russ tossed back some Coke to wash down his bite. “So, apparently, it’s not just the more exotic hue.” He glanced over at me and winked, “Or the anaconda in his trousers.”

They both probably noticed the surprised look on my face. First, this constant penis theme that seemed to be emerging. And… if Russ, with that monster cock, was calling Haskell’s unit an anaconda, what the hell was in the water at this place? And what was happening to me?

All of a sudden, in the matter of hours, I’d gone from totally and naively unaware to men as sexual beings to feeling drenched testosterone-crazed horniness. Other than some “you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” horseplay with friends when I was younger, I never gave too much thought to men’s junk. I was preoccupied enough trying to lose my cherry to my girlfriend.

It was almost like Russ read my mind.

“So, Petey, is your honey-dipper getting into any sugar?”

“My honey-dipper?” Haskell laughed.

“Son, you getting any action? Do you have a girlfriend? Are you parking your car in her garage?

Russ leaned in. “Hooked into any red snapper? Eating some whisker biscuit?” I just smiled and shook my head. He slapped his desk, rattling our pop cans and jolting me upright. “Are you fucking some pussy, son?” he bellowed.

“Uh, what… I… ” And then Haskell and Russ were laughing their asses off. I shook my head and rearranged my sandwich and pop can out of nervousness. I collected myself.

“I have a girlfriend, and we get along pretty well,” I said, feeling pretty unsteady in the pool with these sharks.

Both of them were chuckling. “Pretty well,” Haskell said, and put two fingers over his lips in a V shape, and snaked his tongue between them. Russ laughed and pointed at him in validation, then upped the ante by leaning back in his chair and using two hands to pantomine riding the hips of some woman up and down over his crotch. He punctuated it with several thrusts.

“Seriously, Petey, tell us muş escort bayan about her,” Russ said. Something told me this wasn’t such a good idea, but I threw some red meat on the table, blurting it out in one run-on sentence to prevent any further crude play-acting.

“Her name is Katelyn, she’s a year older than me, she was a cheerleader but you know, a Stockdale kind of cheerleader if you know what I mean, she’s an only child and helping support her mom, she works at Quinn’s Diner and she likes to bedazzle her clothes.”

I looked at them both, and they just stared back. Then started laughing as if on cue.

“Great bio, sport,” Russ said. “You might want to hang on to a bedazzler. That sounds like a keeper.” He leaned over the desk toward me. “Are. You. Fucking?”

“No,” I fessed up, and then a little too urgently, “we are having some, uh, some sex you know. But not that.”

“Hmmm. Sex, but not sex? What do you think about that, Haskell?”

“Don’t know what to think, boss,” Haskell said. “Didn’t know you could have sex without having sex. If you’re just sniffin’ it, or lickin’ it, that sounds like playing doctor or something.”

“OK, Petey, no shame in being a virgin. Maybe Haskell here and I can help you get over the finish line this summer. What do you say, Mr. B?” I looked at Haskell and saw him nod; but it wasn’t just a nod… i noticed he gave a casual tug of his crotch. Except, his crotch extended well down his right thigh.

“Sure can, boss,” he said, and the humor seemed gone from his voice.

“She a blonde, son?” Russ asked.

“Huh? Blonde? Umm, yes… in fact she is,” I said.

“Carpet match the drapes? Help me get a visual here, Petey,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“You mean… “

“Yes, I mean, is she a natural blonde? Are her pubes the same as her head?”

I looked down and blushed a little. “Well, when I’m down there is usually a bit dark. But I’d have to say, yes, I’m pretty sure it’s all natural.”

“‘Pretty sure’ ain’t gonna cut it, virgin,” Russ said. “We’re gonna need some evidence before you get to sit at the big boys table again.” He stared at me until he heard Haskell break into a laugh.

Russ half stood and high-fived Haskell. “Lunchtime is over, rookie. Back to the hose and bucket.”

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

I set in on the last dozen or so cars that I hadn’t been able finish washing before that totally bizarre lunchtime session with Russ and Haskell. I kept thinking, “Is this actually a first day at work?” I mean, yeah, I’d washed about 40 cars. And that’s what I’d probably tell my parents at dinner tonight when they asked how it went. But that’s definitely not what had been jumping around between my gut and mind since moments after I walked into that office for the first time this morning.

As I pulled the chamois across the hood of an old Ford Mustang II, I saw Russ striding across the lot toward me. I immediately felt a tension through my shoulders, but also a strange tingle from the base of my neck down to my balls. His crude, authoritative ways weren’t just new to me, they seemed to ignite some kind of fascination in me toward his primal personality.

“OK, sport. You need to step up the pace here a bit. I ain’t gonna baby-sit you after closing time. Besides, Haskell needs some help in the shop.”

“Sure, Russ. Can do. Does he need me now?”

“No, but he needs to get on it before closing time. Can I see that chamois for a second?”

“Sure,” I said, and handed it to him. I’d already wrung it, but he did it again, flexing out some more water. He flapped it a few times to straighten it out, then in one quick and violent motion he snapped it at my groin. It made a loud CRACK as the corner nicked my right nut, a true marksman shot. I winced.

“Step it up, son!” he said, and tossed the towel over my shoulder, then spun and walked briskly back toward the office.

Fifteen minutes later, I walked into the service bay and sat down the bucket, sponge and chamois. “Haskell?” I called.

“Up here, boy,” he said. I glanced up, and he was in a loft above the work area, crouched over some equipment.

“Russ said you needed me for a job?”

“Yeah, I do. You’re good down there, just hang on a minute.” He hunched down and pulled back and forth a few times, clearly trying to untangle something. Finally, he stood about three-quarters of his height; that’s as far as he could go without hitting the ceiling. He walked to the edge of the loft, and put his hands on the railing.

“OK, here’s the deal, Petey. I got hoses up here that are connected to oil tanks. Those are the reservoirs for oil changes. We gravity feed it down for oil changes. I got one right now that’s clogged or got an air gap or something.”

“OK, what do you want me to do?”

“See that 5-gallon bucket over there, by the bench?” I located it, and nodded. “OK. I’m gonna drop the hose down. I’m hooking a compressor up to this end, and we’re gonna try to blow out the clog. You put the hose in the bucket and hold the depressor in after I tell you to. Got it?”

“Yeah, sure.” I walked over, got the bucket and came back. The black hose was already hanging the spot I left. On the end was a metal depressor grip. When a mechanic held that in, oil chugged out.

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**All characters are 18+ years old**

So sorry for the delay in posting. Had some exams to do for school. However, coming back to this story after that had me invigorated to see what happens after the amazing weekend with Bruno. What does Clay do with the recording? What is Monday’s practice like?

I absolutely LOVE this chapter. And I also heard Adele’s “Easy On Me” for the first time today while writing it. So if you want a mood for some of the emotional parts/conversations, that is probably a similar vibe.

Thanks again to all still sticking around and being patient with me. The story is always evolving and being written as we read and learn about them together. I hope no one is frustrated or disappointed with how the story’s progressed and where we are headed.

Thanks for all the love and support! It means the world to me! Enjoy. 🙂

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This weekend was like a wonderful vacation from my problems, or at least the pressure of what I was supposed to do. Being with Bruno was incredible. He really made me feel amazing, just getting to be around him. So as I left my last lecture Monday and was heading to the field to change and run some laps to clear my mind I felt an anxiety creeping in.

My phone rang and I sighed, answering it as I pushed into the locker room. “Hello?” I breathed.

“I just saw some people with coach heading to the locker room,” Tyler started immediately and I hesitated, my forehead wrinkling. “They were wearing really expensive looking clothes,” he continued and I pursed my lips.

“What does that have to do with me?” I grumbled, dropping my bag on the bench as I stepped out of my shoes, pinching my phone between my ear and shoulder as I undid my jeans.

“Coach didn’t look happy,” he offered and I rolled my eyes.

“That asshole is never fucking happy,” I pushed my jeans off my hips, letting them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, my ass against the cool locker as I picked them up off the floor. “You think they are here to talk to him about the issue with the news? Or do you think they are the people investigating me?” I adjusted my balls in my briefs, grabbing my compression shorts.

“No idea, just wanted to give you a heads up. I know you’re usually early on Mondays. I was heading there now to run laps with you, see how you were doing,” he admitted and I hesitated, feeling both happy and confused.

“How I’m doing?” I offered, adjusting my balls again as I fixed the tight fabric. I glanced down and smirked, cupping my bulge. My mind jumped to Bruno, wondering if he’d be turned on by me in this. I smirked, shaking my head at myself as I grabbed my shorts.

“With everything going on, yeah man. Am I not allowed to be worried?” he grumbled and I shrugged, snapping the band before tying it. The door opened then and I peeked around the locker seeing the group of people Tyler apparently saw. It was three men and one woman, all wearing really nice clothes as they walked with coach toward the office. None of them looked my direction, my heart racing.

“Clay you there?!” Tyler demanded as I pressed my phone to my ear.

“Yeah, but they’re here too,” I muttered, sliding my hand into my hoodie pocket. “I’m going to change quick and get out of here. Meet me on the track,” I hung up without an answer, yanking my hoodie and shirt off, grabbing my practice jersey and sliding it on. I threw everything into my bag, throwing it over my shoulder and grabbing my backpack when the door opened.

“Clay, a word?” coach breathed and I froze, my heart sinking.

“I am not stepping foot into that office without their consent to record. I am not talking with anyone-“

“You’re so difficult!” he grumbled, glancing back into the room. He leaned away, probably explaining the situation, then he turned and gestured for me to go the office. I set my phone up for recording, dropping my bags as I cautiously walked into the office.

“It’s nice to meet you Clay, have a seat,” the woman smiled, too warmly, gesturing at the chair in front of the desk. They were all standing in weird spots, the room feeling so tiny as I took a deep breath and sat down. “We wanted to talk with you,” she started, the door shutting. My heart was pounding as she sat down at the chair across from me.

“And you are?” I demanded, my forehead wrinkling in confusion.

“Ashley Davison” she breathed, obviously a bit miffed with my uncertainty. But she composed herself quickly, clearing her throat. “I’m the university’s president,” she explained and my stomach flipped.

“Why are you talking with me?” I glanced around the room and she cleared her throat, smiling as she adjusted her blazer.

“We understand there was an incident at your most recent game,” she started and coach cleared his throat. I looked at him, still confused as he glared at the floor. “There has been a lot of attention-“

“You can say that again,” I interrupted her, staring her down then. “What does mardin escort it have to do with me?” I demanded and she looked a bit floored.

“Well uh, eh,” she laughed with a throat clear, like she couldn’t believe I was certain the issue had nothing to do with me. “You understand what happened right?” she asked then, staring me down with the most intense and cold smile I had ever seen.

“A homophobic prick took his anger out on me for something I didn’t do?” I offered, leaning back as I crossed my arms. “He benched me for being gay. He admitted to it. I have it on recording. My team didn’t like that so they took a stand. That has nothing to do with me,” I shrugged, my leg shaking as I clenched my teeth together. I had a lot I wanted to say, but I could hold back.

“Well since the original incident-“

“Which ‘original’ incident are you referring to? Because I have a list Ms. President,” I sneered and she lost her smile, her eyes narrowing slightly before she cleared her throat and glanced over at the two other gentlemen.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she offered then, glancing back at me. I scoffed, sitting up as I clenched my hands into fists, keeping them tucked tightly into my armpits as I glared at her.

“Coach allowing homophobic slurs and hate to be spewed to players on the team, after I told him privately about the situation he turned a blind eye to what was happening. In fact he agreed with the abusive behavior and encouraged it!” I began, coach scoffing. I ignored him, continuing. “It wasn’t until a fight broke out between players that any action was even taken. And even then it just stopped the direct discrimination. However the issue hasn’t been fixed. And ever since I kissed my boyfriend I’ve been receiving threatening talks and interactions like this,” I gestured between us, her smile twitching slightly. I noticed a weird purse in her lips before she cleared her throat and looked down to adjust the chair and lean on the desk.

“And the investigation about you taking a signing bonus?” she asked, as if that was even a real claim with foundation.

“False accusations. I bet the investigators can’t even find a foothold in the case. In fact since it was brought up I haven’t heard anything since then. I haven’t been contacted, interrogated, presented any evidence. Nothing. It’s almost like, it’s not even real?” I offered callously, feeling smug as I shrugged and slumped back into the chair. My foot was still shaking but I felt rather calm otherwise.

“Well we have been made aware of the concerns with your coach since the game Friday. So we wanted to meet with you directly and-“

“What a load of fucking bull shit!” I laughed, standing up then as I pressed my hands onto the desk. She leaned back in the chair, her hands slightly gripping the armrests as she stared up at me. Her face was blank, but there looked to be a bit of uneasiness in her eyes. “Coach admitted to being pressured to benching me. I know the school lost funding and sponsors. All it takes is a few statements from me, one or two recordings I have, and a small investigation into the alumni donations to validate my accusations! Why are you even talking to me? Just fire the fucking prick!” I gestured to coach, her face grimacing slightly.

“Is that what your goal is here? Clay this is his career,” she started and I was baffled. My arms fell to my sides, my hands clenched into fists.

“So I deserve to be treated the way I’ve been treated, because you don’t want this man to take accountability for his actions?!” I snapped, and she took a deep breath.

“What I am saying is, I hope your intentions are not personally driven. Think about your team, think about the implications of your actions. That is all I am saying,” she continued. I could tell she was picking her words carefully. No one would have a real conversation with me as long as I was recording. But that was fine by me. It forces their hands. Not mine.

“I’ve thought long and hard Ms. President. That man has broken Title IX legislation. I have factual evidence, witnesses, people willing to make testimonies. If you do not take the action you need to, I will,” I breathed. She pushed up then, her fingers pressed into the desk as her eyes narrowed.

“Is that a threat, Mr. Langton?” she breathed coolly.

“That’s a promise, Ms. Davison,” I snarled, turning and leaving immediately. I grabbed my shit, turning the recording off as I stormed out of the locker room. I was boiling, my mind racing as I tried to understand what just happened. Did I fall into a bait? Was there enough to turn the tables back on me, if I proved too emotionally driven?! Could I jeopardize this?

“Clay! Where the hell have you been?” Tyler’s voice pulled me out of my stupor as I made it down to the track. I took a deep breath and dropped my shit by his as he studied me. “You don’t look too good,” he muttered, his forehead wrinkling.

“Those people you saw with coach?” I breathed and he nodded slowly, mardin escort bayan looking worried. “The university president, probably two board members, and then coach. They just asked to speak with me,” I grumbled, his eyes going wide. I cleared my throat, pulling my phone out. “Let’s walk at least, I want to get some of this edge off,” I insisted, gesturing for him to follow me as we walked.

“Clay this feels like some shit that happens in movies, or TV shows or some shit. This shit doesn’t happen in real life,” he insisted and I scoffed, smirking as I shook my head and pulled the recording up. I turned my volume all the way up, holding it up as we walked. He listened intently, glancing at me occasionally.

“She doesn’t want to handle it,” he concluded and I sighed, nodding slowly.

“That’s how I feel too,” I breathed. “What’s fucking me up over it, is if I do push for him to be fired, are they going to build a defense against me stating I’m emotionally driven?” I offered, Tyler and I slowing to a near stop as we looked at one another.

“Nah I don’t think so. Emotional or not, that’s a normal response. But you’re not wrong. He broke Title IX legislation. That alone-“

“Yeah, right. I shouldn’t let her get in my head,” I nodded then, agreeing with him eagerly. I didn’t want to think too much about it. Especially after Katie called me and already convinced me to go after the coach if the school didn’t. We made it back around to our bags and I set my phone down, adjusting my watch and glancing at it. Tyler let us run in quiet and it felt nice; just getting to shut off for a bit and let my mind focus on my breaths and tempo.

“Last lap,” I breathed and Tyler just grunted, seeming a bit whooped. If Bruno were running with me he’d push harder. Maybe that’s because he wanted to impress me. That thought made me smile, a warm tingle creeping down my back. The more I thought back on our random times together, the more I realized Bruno and I were subconsciously trying to impress one another.

As we rounded the last turn I saw a few more teammates on the track, Bruno catching my eye as he squatted down to rummage through his bag. He grabbed his water bottle, standing up and tilting his head back to guzzle it. Fuck, seeing his lips pressed to the bottle as he sucked, his throat bobbing had my mind running. We ran past the team, slowing down to a walk. Tyler turned with his hands on his head, panting as I shook my shirt to get some cool air on my chest.

“How can you run before practice all the damn time?” he grumbled and I chuckled, taking a deep breath and clearing my throat as I walked toward Bruno.

“Because I’ve been doing it for so fucking long?” I offered and he smirked, shaking his head. Bruno turned, smiling at me. He held his bottle out to me and I grabbed it, chugging some of it before handing it back to him. I slid my arm around his waist, kissing his cheek and he smiled cutely, blushing a bit.

“I wonder how coach is going to be today,” he muttered and I took a deep breath.

“After practice I have something to play for you,” I breathed, his face looking worried. “It’s about coach,” I explained and he pursed his lips, nodding once. I glanced at my watch, taking a deep breath. “Let’s get ready for warm-ups!” I called out, most of the team here. I noticed the rest of them on the stairs coming down from the locker room. I was hoping for a relatively normal practice, regardless of what happened or what might happen.

Our coaches walked down together from the locker room, most of the team set up for warm-ups. Nothing was too weird, but the vibe was definitely off. Coach kept glancing at me, his body language and face hard to read. I did my best to ignore the unwanted attention as I continued through practice as normal as possible. As practice ended though that wish seemed futile when all of the coaches asked to speak with me, alone.

Bruno and I exchanged a glance before we turned to our bags. He pulled the strap onto his shoulder, standing with his arms crossed watching our coaches as I grabbed my phone. “You better record this one too,” he grumbled and I sighed, standing up as I pulled my bags up off the ground.

“Are you waiting for me?” I asked quietly and he smirked, glancing at me with a nod. I smiled, grabbing the back of his head and giving him a quick kiss. He sighed with a cute laugh, pushing me away as I chuckled and pulled the app up as I walked over to our coaches.

“Are you seriously still recording everything?” coach demanded and I glanced at him as I hit the record button, holding the phone as I crossed my arms.

“I told you I would,” I shrugged. They all looked worried and upset. “What do you want to talk to me about?” I demanded and coach sighed, taking a deep breath. He looked miserable.

“Kid you’re going to get me fired if you keep this up,” he breathed, sounding desperate then. I felt a tug on my heart and hesitated. The look on his face was devastatingly sad. “You don’t escort mardin understand what this job means to me do you?” he continued and I scoffed, shaking my head.

“Probably as much as it means to me to be treated like any other guy on this fucking team,” I snapped and he flinched, scowling as he put his hands on his hips and glared at the field between us. “Why is everyone still acting like any of this is my damn fault too?” I pressed, his eyes meeting mine with a deep frown wrinkling his face.

“How is it not partially you-“

“Don’t you fucking dare blame me. I told you since day one that Bruno and I were trying to date. You knew before anyone else did. I confided in you as my coach!” I barked, the other coaches gasping. Clearly they didn’t know. “You were the first fucking person I ever told coach,” I felt my voice crack as a pain crushed me. “Fuck,” I grabbed my shirt, wiping my eye as I sniffled and composed myself.

“Clay look,” he started and I shook my head.

“No, fuck this bull shit. Everything Bruno dealt with, everything I’m dealing with, none of it is our fault. We just like each other. If that upsets everyone else then that’s their fucking problem!” I snapped, panting as I tried to stop crying. I was angry and hurt all at once. “If the school loses funding because of homophobic pricks, that’s their fucking problem! If Zack wants to quit the team because he hates gays, that’s his fucking prerogative!” I yelled.

“Alright we get it you can-“

“No you don’t fucking get it!” I barked, my voice cracking with how angry I was. “No one fucking gets it! You all say you do but you don’t! I have lost most of my family over this, I have lost friends, I have lost my coach,” I croaked, sniffling as I covered my face with my hand. This was so embarrassing. “For something I have no control over, for something that is just who I am!” I whimpered, crying as everything crashed down onto me in that moment. “Threats against my position on the team, threats to my potential pro-career, threats from my family, the hateful stares, the quiet judgmental mutters, every damn fucking day,” I rubbed my eyes angrily, choking back the tears. They were all painfully quiet. “And for what?” I barked, glaring at them all as they flinched.

“I-” coach looked at me, seeming just as lost and broken as I felt in that moment.

“You know you felt like a father to me?” I asked him then, a weight on my chest making me feel like I was going to vomit. “Fuck, you all don’t know anything about me but when I came to this school and you were my coach. I was like, man, is this what it’s like to have a supportive and helpful kind of father figure?” I snorted, shaking my head then.

“I failed you,” he breathed then and I snorted, hugging myself as I glared at the field. I couldn’t look any of them in their eyes.

“A lot of people did coach. I’m just tired of sitting on the bench and watching, not doing a damn fucking thing about it,” I felt a sense of determination was over me as I sniffled.

“Can I, can I have a chance to make it up to you?” he asked softly and I felt a bit disgusted, maybe disappointed? It was hard to place this feeling.

“After everything you said to me?” I scoffed and he flinched, rubbing the back of his neck as he pursed his lips and studied the field between us.

“We’re not saying what happened was ok Clay, but his job was threatened. The team was threatened. He was trying to do what might have been best for everyone,” another coach chimed in quietly and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“What do you mean the team was threatened?” I demanded.

“When the private donor threatened to pull funding, there was talk of cutting the soccer team instead of taking the funding loss. These athletic programs aren’t cheap,” Coach Hamilton explained and I felt like I was spinning, my heart aching.

“We all would have lost our jobs, everyone would have lost their scholarships, their spots on the team,” another coach added softly and I felt like someone knocked me off center.

“That’s fucking absurd,” I grumbled and coach sighed, nodding.

“My immediate reaction was to just take you off the field until everything blew over and the funding was secured again for next year,” he admitted softly. “It was going to be on a game by game basis,” he took a deep, shaky breath.

“Why didn’t you just fucking tell me?” I demanded and he snorted, shaking his head as his eyes met mine.

“Because it’s my fucking job to figure shit like this out. You’re just a damn kid. I don’t care that you’re gay Clay. I never did, but a lot of people do. A lot of powerful people at this school do. I was trying to handle it all myself,” he took a deep breath and shook his head. “And ultimately I took it out on you because it was all because of you. But I, fuck, I went about it wrong and lost my damn mind,” he cleared his throat, composing himself as we stared at one another.

“So what, you cracked under the pressure?” I demanded weakly and he took a deep breath, slumping in defeat as he nodded and hung his head.

“I’m sorry. But the school received more funding from other donors around the same time. A lot of public organizations that love the school for allowing a public displays of gayness,” he snorted, actually laughing then as he took a deep breath.

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Ch. 06: The day after is a walk in the park for Dustin and Gabe

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The next morning felt like a dream. I opened my eyes, feeling disoriented as the vision set in and I looked around to see where I was. Yeah I’d been in Gabe’s bedroom thousands of times- but I’ve never seen it while laying in his bed like this after the night we had. The posters on the wall and the clothes piled in one of the corners- everything that told a story about him,

I was seeing it from a different perspective.

I was suddenly aware of my near naked state as I clung onto the sheets, feeling a bit too exposed. I turned, seeing him laying next to me, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey.” I said, hoping my voice wasn’t dripping in shock or regret.

“I didn’t know what to do.” He replied, still staring up. “I didn’t want to have you wake up and freak out because we were both here.” He paused, “But I also didn’t want to sneak off and have you thinking that I was trying to hide.”

“So I just stayed here, waiting for you to wake up.”

I turned and he did the same so we faced each other. “We do that a lot, you know?”

“Do what?”

I smiled, “We’re never quite sure how we should act around each other, but we know we can’t be apart for too long.”

Gabe took my hand, “You’re the most important person in my life, Dust.” He let his fingers rub against my palm like he was trying to read it. “And I’ve spent a good chunk of time feeling guilty about how my sexuality has torn my family apart.” He sighed, “And I spent even longer trying to deny how I feel about you in fear I’ll lose you for good.”

He looked, piercing me with those bright blue eyes and holding onto my hands like they were the most valuable thing he had. “This is me telling you that I’m trying. And begging you to not give up on me.”

I paused, steadying my heart beat and forcing myself not to get my hopes up. “I need you to be clear about what you’re saying.”

“I want to be with you, Dust.” He said softly, “I know that we can’t just forget the past few years and everything we said yesterday, but I think we both owe it to ourselves to give it a chance.”

I nodded, feeling way too emotional in that moment. I could feel apprehension creeping over my shoulder, reminding me of all the nights I spent weeping into a pillow because I thought I wasn’t good enough for him. Seventeen year old me would be jumping for joy at the thought of Gabe wanting to be with me. But 26 year old Dustin has been burned before. He’s cautious and scared, but I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t willing to risk it all for Gabe.

He sees me getting choked up and pulls me into a hug, “Nope, no crying! I don’t think I can take another emotionally draining day, Dust!” He says as he laughs.

I laugh with him too and wipe away the stray tears that managed to come out. “I’m just happy, Gabe. I’ve wanted this for the longest time.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long.” He says as we compose ourselves. We’re still in bed, wearing nothing but boxers with his blanket cast off on the floor. This is the most exposed we’ve ever been- and yet somehow it feels safe.

“I know.”

I don’t tell him that it’s okay it took so long, or show any indication that I’m mad. I just acknowledge his apology and continue to hold onto him. Gabe and I aren’t perfect, and I don’t want to start whatever this is by shoving all our baggage under the bed.

He gives me a kiss on the forehead and pulls me out of bed. We stand there for a few minutes as he fixes the blanket and I place the pillows back on top. He’s clearly checking me out, and the slight smile from his face tells me he likes what he sees. We’re almost never in this state of undress- again, it’s one of my rules for crushing on your best friend. But neither of us seem to be complaining.

I follow Gabe to the bathroom where he hands me a new toothbrush. We awkwardly pack into the small space and do a little dance of reaching for the toothpaste and using the sink, but eventually we make it work. We make eye contact through the mirror and the both of us start chuckling. It feels weird- but in a good way.

He leads us into the kitchen and takes out two containers from the food that Grace packed for him. I reach for the orange juice in the fridge and bring it to his dining table along with two glasses. Gabe comes over after heating up the food and makes a show of pushing the other chair close to me. I watch as he sits while giving me a wink before revealing a single serving of pancakes with bacon as well as an omelette filled with mushrooms and tomatoes.

We eat as he looks over, “Grace and Andy really outdid themselves. I kinda feel bad for being such a dick to her back in high school.”

I shake my head, “The amount of times she’d complain to my mom about you always being at the house.”

He laughs, “I don’t even know why I messed with her so much. I guess I just figured that’s what you were supposed to do-” he shrugs, “annoy the older sister.”

I smile, mersin escort “I’m just glad I don’t have to play mediator any more.” I say as he holds out a fork for me to take a bite. “Though I’m pretty sure she likes you better now.”

“That’s impossible.” He says quickly, “You’re better than me in every sense.”

I don’t correct him or try to turn it around. The truth is, it’s nice to hear Gabe think so highly of me. I lean in and rest on his shoulder for a second as he takes my hand and traces the creases of my palm. There’s no kissing or anything inappropriate, but it’s intimate, and it’s the closest I’ve ever felt to him.

***

Gabe is off doing the dishes when I get a call from Grace.

“I need a huge favor.” She says, emphasizing huge.

I chuckle, “What’s up, sis?”

She sighs, “So Andy and I have to meet with this potential Day Care for Mikey and the girls refuse to go to Mom and Dad’s-” I can hear stress in her voice as she continues, “they said they’d rather spend the afternoon with you.”

“No way” I said, a little surprised.

“Yup. Ella specifically said she’d rather go to her Uncle Dustin’s.”

I chuckle to myself, feeling a bit proud. I reply, “Of course. I’ll take them.”

“Are you sure? I can always take them to Mom and Dad’s- it’s just the last time Lizzie got freaked out at that painting that mom has in the guest room and Ella always complains that Dad never cuts the crust off her grilled cheese-“

“Grace” I say, causing her to slow down and breathe. “It’s no problem. I’m just with Gabe right now and I can wait for you to drop them off.’

“Shit, Gabe.” She says, realizing the timing of it all. “Are you sure he’ll be okay?”

I look over and see him rinsing off the last plate. He may not be one hundred percent, but it’s miles better than he was yesterday. I think the two of us have been too invested in our emotions that a fun day with my nieces may just be what we need.

“Yeah, he’ll be okay.”

“Oh good, they love Gabe.” She stops and I hear her talking to someone else, “Andy says we can drop them off in a half hour.”

I nod, “Okay that’s fine. Text me when you’re at my place.”

She thanks me and hangs up to get the girls ready. I look over and see Gabe turning off the faucet. He wipes his hands and turns to me- having not heard my conversation.

“So Grace needs me to watch Ella and Lizzie”

He peers his eyes, “So she needs us to watch Ella and Lizzie” he says, correcting me.

It’s true- after everything that happened last night, the last thing I want to do is spend the day without him. And since I’m now babysitting two little girls, so is he.

I walk closer and hold onto his wrists, “Look, I know the funeral was just yesterday so you can sit this one out. I’m more than capable of watching them by myself.”

He touches me back, “Dust, I love those girls, and I could definitely use the distraction.” He nods, “Plus after everything Grace and Andy have done for me, I can help watch their kids, no question.”

I hug him in thanks, and as we pull away, there’s this moment we’re just staring into each other’s eyes- like we’re anticipating a kiss, but don’t follow through.

“I- I should take a shower” He says, pulling away.

I nod, “Yeah, I should run home and get ready too before they come.”

Gabe replies, “I’ll meet you there” before we both go separate ways. I hurry back to my place and can’t help but think what would happen if either of us lingered a second longer. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time- with both of us wearing yesterday’s clothes and scrambling to get ready before they come.

It’ll happen when it happens.

***

A half hour later and Gabe is knocking at my door just as I’m putting on my shoes. We greet each other kindly but get pulled away at the sound of a knock on the door. I open it as Grace sweeps in like a hurricane, with both of the girls getting swept up in her wind.

Ella and Lizzie scream in excitement when they see us, each picking one of us to hug first before switching. Grace sets their bags on the counter and takes a second to breathe.

I make small talk with the girls while she pulls Gabe to the side to express their condolences. He makes it through without getting emotional- apart from the hug between them that left two pairs of misty eyes- usually they’re both joking or teasing each other, so it’s nice to see them like this.

Grace turns to me and wipes a tear away from her eye before giving me a glare that screams “if you tell anyone I cried, you’ll be sorry.”

She composes herself, “Hi- thanks again for doing this. The girls already ate and are up for anything. Their iPads are charged and I packed snacks and extra clothes.” She looks over at the clock, “Sorry Andy’s double parked down there with Mikey. I gotta go or else we’ll be late.”

Grace leans down and kisses both the girls on the cheek, “You two better listen to Uncle Dustin and Uncle Gabe” she says, getting nods from both mersin escort bayan of them.

“We got this, sis.” I tell her before she gives me an air kiss and leaves in a hurry.

Once Grace leaves, I turn around to see Ella and Lizzie just standing there, waiting to be told what to do. Frankly, it’s been a while since I’d watched them, and so I don’t have the slightest clue as to what kids like these days. I look to Gabe for help and he gestures.

“So girls, how would you like to go to the park?” They have swings and seesaws and a big pond where you can feed the ducks.”

Their eyes go wide as Ella says, “I wanna go to the park!”

Lizzie chimes in, “Uncle Dustin, can we please go to the park???” She asks in anticipation.

I mouth a “thank you” to Gabe as I turn to Lizzie, “Of course! Let’s get your jackets and we can walk over to the park.”

The girls get so excited, they quickly put on their coats before realizing they had switched. We laugh together and head down with the two girls holding hands with me and Gabe on opposite sides.

The walk to the park is nice, and the girls take notice of all the squirrels and people walking their dogs as we make our way there. Gabe suggests we stop at the market to get some drinks and something to feed the ducks. Ella makes a point to teach us that ducks shouldn’t eat bread, and instead, reaches for a bag of grapes. Gabe and I look at eachother, partly confused and partly amazed at how she knew that.

We make it to the pond and, sure enough, there are flocks of ducks all floating along the edge. Ella and Lizzie run over and scare a few away but manage to attract more once they present the fruit. Gabe nudges me towards a sign that specifically says everything she said back at the market, and we make a mental note never to question her again.

We find a bench just by the lake, only a few feet away from the girls who run around both feeding and chasing the ducks. I lean into Gabe a bit, wondering if this is too much. And in true Gabe fashion, he reads my mind and wraps his arm around mine. It’s subtle- a move that neither the girls nor any passers-by can see- but it’s nice and I feel happy being that close.

Thanks for the suggestion- you’ve always been great with them.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I just think of what kind of things I wanted to do at that age and go with that.”

I nod, “What was little Gabe like?”

“Inquisitive” He said with a chuckle, “I had this phase of asking my parents about everything and never being satisfied with them saying that they didn’t know. My dad was a no-nonsense kinda guy, but my mom, she always indulged me.”

“I also tried to become friends with every person I met, but that became hard because we moved around so much.”

I took in his answer, seeing how that side of him has changed over the years. Sure he’s nice and friendly to everyone, but I have it on authority that only a few people in the world actually know the real Gabe.

“Can I ask you something? It’s kinda been bugging me for years.”

He chuckles, “Of course.”

“Back in Junior year, you said that Ms. Lee gave you a class roster and you were told to get in touch with someone to get you up to speed.” Gabe nodded, “Why did you choose me?”

He smiled, taking himself back to being new in town with no friends whatsoever. “Your name kind of just stuck out to me.”

“In what world does Dustin Green stand out on a list of names?”

He chuckled, “I don’t know- it just did. It’s like one of those word search puzzles where the first word you find is the thing you really want. I scrolled through the list and your name was the first to catch my eye.”

I rolled my eyes as he continued, “And then I looked up your profile and you looked happy and you were funny and I don’t know…”

“Maybe a part of me back then was starting to feel something, but I just didn’t know it.”

I leaned into him, “I feel like we wasted so much time.”

“We did-” He corrected, “I did.”

He turned and we faced each other. “We have a lot of catching up to do, Dust.”

I watch as Gabe puts his hands on my jaw and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s slow, like he knows this is nine years in the making and he doesn’t want to ruin it. I sit in anticipation until our lips touch and he melts into me. I hold onto him too and at this point, nothing else matters.

We chose each other and I’m rewarded with the best fucking first kiss I could have imagined.

Gabe and I are suddenly reminded of our surroundings when we hear a high pitched gasp. We turn to see Ella, watching us with her little jaw opened.

“Uncle Dustin, why are you kissing Uncle Gabe?”

I look around for answers but even Gabe is caught off guard. I try to think of some lie I can make up, but realize that’s not really Grace or Andy’s style. I’ve talked to my sister multiple times about my sexuality and how she wants to approach the subject with her kids, and each time, she shrugs and tells me escort mersin that she’ll be honest with them. Grace has never been ashamed of who I am, but I doubt she thought that day would have come so soon.

I lean down as she comes closer, “Uncle Gabe is my boyfriend, Ella” I turn to him, “And that’s what boyfriends do.”

Gabe chimes in, “That’s right. Your mommy and daddy kiss too, right? That’s because they’re also in a relationship.”

She still looks puzzled, “But Mommy said people only kiss when they love each other- like when they’re breaking a spell!” “

I pause, cursing Grace and her Disney-ass lessons on relationships. Gabe jumps in before I can respond.

“Well, I love your Uncle Dustin so much-” he animates his voice, “Enough to break any spell or end any curse!” He extends his arms and pulls Ella into a hug that has her laughing so loud. She seems satisfied with that answer as I sit there, wondering how I got so lucky.

“Now I need you to do me a big big favor.” I say, changing my tone a bit to get her excited.

“I need you to keep this a secret, okay? Uncle Gabe and I want to surprise Mommy and Daddy really soon.”

Ella nods her head, making it out to be some game that she can win. Gabe adds, “And if you do keep it a secret, I’m gonna get you a present.”

Her eyes get wide and she starts to squeal in excitement. She nods her head again and I tell her to go get Lizzie so we can all get some ice cream. Ella runs off as I fold my arms.

“So, that just happened.”

Gabe laughs, “Your four year old niece catching us was not how I pictured our first kiss.’ He leans in, “But small child aside, it exceeded my expectations.”

I look around, making sure we don’t have any audience members before pulling him into another kiss. Gabe is letting go and it takes so much willpower to stop when we do. We both clearly want more- but I don’t think either of us can afford any more presents for the girls. I look to see him panting and looking at me with that stupidly boyish grin that tells me he isn’t quite satisfied.

The girls come running back before we can discuss it and soon we’re all packed up and walking over to the ice cream shop a few blocks away. I nudge him as we walk past the pond and back out to the main street.

“You know, Ella would have kept that secret for free.”

He smirks, “I know. But her face lights up whenever I give her something!”

I nod in agreement and reach for his hand. He takes mine and we stay, holding each other like that for the rest of the walk

We get to the ice cream shop and Ella and Lizzie run right up as Gabe and I carry both of them so they can pick out their flavors. The owner lets them try a few flavors before they both settle on cotton candy with some rainbow sprinkles. I watch as she smiles from ear to ear as she hands it to them, and make sure to leave a nice tip as I pay. We settle in at the small booth by the window and the girls dig in. Gabe goes for his classic rocky road and I stick with my usual mint chocolate chip.

Halfway through her ice cream, Lizzie looks up with a confused look on her face. “Uncle Gabe?” She asks, with her lips coated.

“Yes Lizzie?”

“Are you still sad?” top for a second, forgetting how good their memories are. “Daddy said you were sad yesterday, so we wanted to draw you a picture.” She takes another lick, “Did you like it?”

Gabe stops himself from tearing up, “Yes, I absolutely loved it. That was really nice of you to make that for me.”

He reaches for my hand underneath the table and interlocks our fingers while still looking over at my precocious niece, “And no. I was sad, but I’m a lot happier now.”

“That’s good.” She said with a cute smile that could melt all of our frozen treats instantly. I watch the whole thing in amazement and wait for Lizzie to turn to see whatever Ella’s been staring at out the window before turning to Gabe who offers a simple smile.

A little while later, the owner comes by with a stack of napkins, which is perfect timing considering the girls have their mouths covered with colorful melted ice cream.

I thank her as she leans in, “I just have to say, those are probably the cutest little girls I’ve had here in a long time” She winks, “And you guys make quite a beautiful family.” The girls are too lost in their sugar rush to hear and I start to try and correct her, but Gabe chimes in.

“Thank you” he says, pulling out his classic Gabe charm.

“I’m really lucky to have them.”

She walks off with a smile and I turn to Gabe and he looks at me as if nothing happened. We finish our ice cream and head back to my apartment just as Grace tells us that they’re coming off the freeway and into the city.

We’ve only been a couple for a few hours and it honestly couldn’t have been more perfect.

***

Grace eventually comes and we meet them downstairs to chat with Andy and Mikey for a bit. They pile into the car and I gesture towards Ella, putting my finger in front of my mouth and giving her a wink. She giggles, telling me our secret is safe with her.

Gabe and I go back upstairs and once I close the door, he pulls me in. I feel him gripping at the edges of my sweater as I touch his chest.

“That kiss at the park” he says, “blows every other kiss I’ve had out of the water.”

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When Joey met up with Steve, he was sitting in the passenger seat playing on his phone. Joey had driven Steve’s car a couple times, but was usually a passenger, so he was somewhat hesitant to pop in the driver seat. As he climbed in Joey noticed that Steve was watching the video of Billy from earlier today and had his hand in his lap. Joey smiled at Steve and then commented, “The was crazy earlier today, huh? Wish you guys were there to see his face when I started pissing on him.”

“Yeah. It was crazy, alright. Kind of hot watching you do that, Joey,” Steve started. “I’m not sure what it is about your dick, but I know I couldn’t resist doing all the stuff I’ve done, and I’ve done some crazy stuff, especially this morning. I’ve never thought about stuff like that before, but it felt exciting and I’ve been thinking about it all day,” Steve said whistfully.

“You want me to drive?” Joey asked.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind, I’m a little worked up from watching this video tonight,” Steve said while adjusting himself in the seat.

Joey buckled up and started driving out of the lot glancing again at Steve who was still watching the video. He was pausing and zooming in on different parts of the screen as he watched, occasionally grabbing his crotch and adjusting himself. It was an interesting turn on for Joey to watch Steve get turned on by the video and he had to adjust himself a couple times on their drive home. They were only about a 20-minute drive from his house and Steve kept watching the video and then restarting it and watching again. When they pulled up in Joey’s driveway, Steve put the phone down and looked over at Joey flushed and clearly excited.

“You wanna come in, Steve?” Joey asked smiling at his friend.

“That would be great. Uh, if it’s not too late,” Steve asked.

“Well come on in, let’s see who’s up,” Joey said getting out of the car.

Joey walked in and let Steve follow him in, his mom, dad and sister were watching TV and they turned to greet him when he came in.

“Hi Steve. How are you doing?” Sandra said while standing and giving him a brief hug. She then leaned over and kissed Joey full on the mouth for a brief second.

“Doing great, Mrs. J. Just hanging out with Joey, helping with homework and all,” Steve said.

“Hi, Dork,” Jane called out while ignoring him

Joey’s dad stood and greeted them as well then asked if they wanted something to eat.

“We both ate already, Dad. Thanks, though. Is Adam home?” Joey asked.

“He’s out with Kelly at the mall. Probably until they close,” his mom said.

“Cool. Steve and I going to my room to work on something before he goes home. I’ll be back down probably before the movie ends,” Joey answered

Joey brought out his phone and brought up Steve’s profile. He quickly adjusted his physical attributes to add more to his ass, hips, thighs and breasts. He made sure to give him small B-cup breasts, wide areolas, thick nipples, an even more slight waistline and wider, fatter ass and legs. He scheduled for 5 minutes as he entered his room with Steve. When they entered, Joey locked the door and looked back at Steve who was standing by his bed and looking flushed and horny.

“Do you need something, Steve?” Joey teased.

“Joey, I can’t stop thinking of your dick and eating cum. I can’t believe I licked your cock this morning after you fucked me,” Steve said almost pleading for help. “What’s happening to me. I’ve never thought about doing this stuff before.”

“Well, I’m not sure Steve. Maybe we’re all going through different growth spurts,” Joey said walking up to Steve and grabbing his fat ass. “I mean you’ve got the sexiest ass I’ve seen on a boy ever. Even more girlie than some girl’s asses. “Joey was caressing his ass now and pulling him against him, being sure to press his cock against him. “I would have never guessed that I wanted to fuck a dude up the ass until recently. I also wouldn’t have guessed how turned on I’d get from watching you eat your ass of my cock; let alone making Billy drink my piss”

“See that too. I never thought about it until you showed me the video, now I want to drink your piss, among all the other stuff we did. I’m turning into a serious perv and apparently I’m comfortable enough to talk to you about it,” Steve said further.

“Well, you’re not the only one. I’ve been doing some kinky stuff since last week; even with my family. Like you and Julie you know,” Joey said while grabbing ordu escort Steve’s hips with both hands and grinding against him. “How about we both agree to just talk openly about it and say what we want and feel, that way if it’s too much we can feel confident that either of us would speak up,” Joey suggested.

“Thanks, Joey. Agreed,” Steve said getting very turned on by Joey’s touches.

“Joey? Can I have it all right now? Can I suck your cock and feel you in my ass?” Steve begged in a breathy voice.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Joey said pulling off his shirt and kicking his shoes off. He then bent down and kissed Steve full on the mouth pressing his tongue in immediately. He reached down and pulled Steve’s T-shirt off and then peaked at his budding breasts before returning to the kiss. He pushed his tongue deep into Steve’s mouth to back of his throat and played around licking, then pushing into his throat a bit. Steve moaned as he let Joey penetrate his throat with his long tongue and reached to unbutton and remove Joey’s pants. Joey’s cock was hard and pressing out of the bottom of his boxer briefs and Steve started stroking it hard. Joey sat down on the edge of bed and brought Steve up so that he could look closely at his small tits while he worked Steve’s yoga pants down over his round ass. As Steve stepped out of the pants, Joey dove in and started sucking on his little tits causing Steve to moan in a very feminine tone. He played with one while he sucked the other back and forth each time switching hands to hold the back of his ass. Steve still had his thong on from earlier and while Joey was snapping the string against his ass crack, he shivered. Joey immediately felt his breasts grow in his mouth and his hand get pushed back by his ass and hips expanding. The new boobs were the pretty hard to hide and thankfully Steve wasn’t watching at the time, but he must have felt the heft of new breast tissue on his chest and gasped when he saw Joey pressing his two boobs together.

“Oh Joey! What’s happening to me. I swear I’m turning into a girl,” Steve asked frantically.

Joey pulled away and lifted Steve’s new boobs up to see. He could see the very feminine puffy and wide areolas with thick nipples, now hard and waiting to be sucked. “Stevie, they look so sexy,” Joey said as he leaned in to take each one back in his mouth. The extra breast tissue allowed him to press them together creating cleavage as he moved from breast to breast. He licked and sucked on Steve’s puffy tits which made his cock even more rock hard than it already was. His hands grabbed at Steve’s ass and thighs as he sucked on his hot little titties. Steve’s hands were now wrapped around Joey’s head and pulling him to his new breasts. “Joey! That feel’s amazing. Don’t stop, please,” Steve begged. Joey sucked and licked each little tit with a growing lustful need and after a few minutes, scooped Steve up and stood. Still sucking Steve’s titties, he wrapped his legs around his waist while he walked him over to the chair in the corner, then sat. Steve had his knees alongside Joey’s hips and with his legs bent, his round fat ass plumped plenty for Joey to hang onto. Joey could feel his cock pressing against Steve’s fat ass and he wanted to fuck him while still enjoying his friend’s new femininity.

“Stevie, I want to fuck you right now, but you either need to lube me up or get the lube from Adam’s dresser,” Joey said in between sucking Steve’s tits.

“I want it too, Joey but I want you to keep sucking my tits. I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Steve said. “You make me feel like such a girl and I like it.”

Steve reluctantly stood and walked through the bathroom to Adam’s room as Joey watched his new curvy frame. He watched Steve’s ass jiggle as he hurried into Adam’s room and then quickly slipped off his briefs. Steve returned from Adam’s room and Joey watched as his hips swayed naturally and his little tits begged to be touched some more. Steve poured some lube on his hand and went to work on Joey’s hard cock. Steve’s dainty hand looked feminine wrapped around Joey’s shaft as he stroked the lube up and down. Joey sat back and watched as Steve lubed up his cock in preparation for his ass fucking. Steve’s little hands could barely hold on to the thick shaft as they worked the lube up and down. Joey moaned a deep grunt and the pulled Steve back on his lap so he could get back to his tits. Steve took position ordu escort bayan above Joey and reached back to grab tower of flesh below him and lined it up with his hungry ass. With Joey’s cock pressed between his fat cheeks, he started to press down to get it started. Steve put his hands back on Joey’s head and shoulders and whimpered with desire as Joey continued sucking and licking his tits. Steve lowered himself on the rock-hard erection below him, moaning and gasping while he took more and more into him. With the lube being particularly slippery, Steve was able to slide right down Joey’s cock until he reached his balls. He sat there for a few minutes, grinding his hips into Joey and mewled girly sounds.

“Joey. I’m scared of how much I like your dick. I like being a girl for you,” Steve confessed in a seductive, feminine voice. “I wanted to wear those pants for you and l love when you play with my ass,” he continued as he started riding Joey’s cock. “Joey, what if I keep turning into a girl?” Steve asked. “I think I want to but I’m afraid.”

Joey pulled himself from Steve’s sexy puffy nipples and looked Steve in eyes before kissing him deeply. Steve picked up the pace and started sliding himself higher with each stroke. Joey could feel the tightness of Steve’s ass all the way up and down his shaft as he fucked his friend. He sat back and looked at Steve ride him, “Stevie, I think you’re right that you are turning into a girl, and you look amazingly sexy as one.” Steve blushed from the compliment. “Try not to be scared OK. I’ll be here with you and so will K, your sister and your girl. We’re all here for you,” Joey encouraged him. “Now use that sexy fat ass to make me cum. I can’t wait to fill your ass with my load”

Steve took the words well and started riding the full length of Joey’s pulsing shaft while he lustfully gazed down at his friend. Joey watched Steve’s face, then reached up to play with his tits causing him to gasp and whimper again. He pinched his nipples a little and triggered Steve’s orgasm. He shivered on Joey’s cock and small amounts of cum dribbled through the thong. With his eyes closed and head back he slowed his pace while savoring the feeling of being filled with Joey’s cock. When the orgasm subsided, he opened his eyes, smiled down at Joey before kissing him and riding him hard again. He broke the kiss and watched as Joey got closer to orgasm. Joey looked back at him, “Ride me, Stevie. Make me cum!” Then without warning it came on Joey like a wave. He could almost feel his balls lift and push his cum into Steve’s ass. “OH Yes! Damn! Oh!” Joey groaned as he shot his load into Steve’s ass. Burst after burst left his shaft filling Steve who was watching now with excited eyes. Joey could feel the warmth of his cum wrap around his dick and leak down onto his balls as Steve slowly rode up and down his shaft.

When Steve finished milking the cum from Joey’s cock he stood and immediately dropped to his knees in front of Joey. Joey’s dick was a hot mess with cum all over it and without hesitation Steve dove in and started licking it. Now with pride he looked up at Joey as cleaned his dick for him, smiling and making a show of the cum he was licking off Joey’s dick. “I love cleaning your dick for you, Joey,” he said while working on the job before him. “Mmmm, Joey. I swear you’ve made me into a slut. ” He continued cleaning his dick and balls until it was completely clean and for good measure swallowed Joey’s softening shaft entirely down his throat and sucked hard on the back up. “All clean,” he said before standing.

Joey walked Steve out to his car to make sure he was OK with the transformation and recent kinks. “Steve, I meant what I said earlier. We’re all here for you,” Joey said sincerely. “You gonna be alright?”

“I think so, Joey. I mean I like everything that’s happened this week, but I just never thought of myself as a girl. Maybe I should talk to Kelly or something,” Steve said with a worried tone. “What’s Stacey going to think. I don’t think she thought of me as a girl either. She just like’s teasing me and stuff.”

“I bet you’re worried about nothing. I think you outta go talk to Stacey right now,” Joey said. “I bet she’ll surprise you.”

Joey reached out and hugged Steve, pulling him in for a tight embrace. He could feel Steve’s new breasts pressed against his chest and he thought he could hear him crying softly. Joey caressed him realizing escort ordu the dichotomy of the situation. A week ago, he would never have hugged his friend this way; now he naturally treated him like a girl. He held him for several minutes caressing his back and hair while he sobbed. When he calmed down a bit, Joey bent down and brought Steve’s face up for a soft and passionate kiss. While still holding Steve’s face he said, “Steve? Are you sure you’re going to be, OK? I’m worried about my friend.”

“I’m not sure, Joey. I think my world is going to turn upside down and I’m scared,” Steve answered.

“I know you’re scared, Steve. I think I would be too. But I know that you have two great friends that will be with you, help you, support you and, at the risk of sounding corny, love you,” Joey said to him softly. “Promise me you will call me if you feel like you’re losing it? I want a real promise you won’t do anything rash. I need my friend and I don’t care if you’re a girl, a boy or something in between,” Joey continued.

Steve nodded and leaned up to kiss Joey softly again. “Thanks, Joey. I’ll text you later after I talk to Stacey. They’re probably back from the mall and looking for me.”

“OK, Man. It’s going to be OK. I’m sure of it,” Joey said confidently as he sent Steve off and headed back into the house. He went back in and sat in the now empty living room and pulled up his phone to review his updates for tomorrow. There was an email from the Master PC Beta Team Lead that Joey opened right away.

Dear Joey,

Thanks again for joining the Master PC Beta Team. You joined an elite few users that have taken advantage of the newest features of your 6G capable smart phone. We welcome you to our new forum where you can discuss your experience, ask questions and make suggestions about how to improve the app. Additionally, we are creating a section on the forum to answer frequently asked questions. Our hope is by the time the app is ready to go live, our beta team would have contributed enough feedback to make for a successful and exciting launch. We will be sending out periodic surveys within the app with no more than five questions to get feedback on your experience. Please take the time to answer the questions to help guide our development and update efforts.

Thank you and we look forward to hearing from you.

Nigel Goodman

Master PC Beta Team Lead

Joey followed the link to the forum and after creating an account, went to the FAQ section to read what they had so far.

Q. How does this app work?

A. The app employs a proprietary algorithm that uses the advanced features of your 6G capable smartphone to interact with your body which has a unique connection already established with people you have interacted with. Utilizing that unique connection and our encrypted 6G satellites we can isolate these connections and allow the changes you set through the app.

Q. Since using the app, everyone wants to hang out with me and sometimes more.

A. Once you start using the app, our interface updates your biology to facilitate a more natural preponderance of charisma, pheromone release, confidence and other propriety RNA/DNA enhancements. This allows those around you to assume all changes are natural and of their own volition.

Q. When I introduce physical changes to someone, I get an “out of band” error.

A. This is by design. If you check your log in the app, you can see what caused the error. Commonly, this is because either the subject’s biology cannot support the change, either mentally and/or physically. In other words, to avoid sending someone into a mental break or causing physical injury there are certain changes that must be phased in or cannot be implemented at all.

Q. Some things change on a person’s profile even though I didn’t change it.

A. The app uses the established connection to maintain a dynamic update to each subject’s profile. It is automatically updated when pushing changes or during scheduled changes.

Joey closed the forum for now and went into the app to update everyone’s profile.

Dad: Copied body profile update from Steve’s current settings

Adam: Fetishes Autoupdate – A2M, Cross Dressing, feminization – Copied body profile from Steve’s current settings

Steve: Fetishes Autoupdate – A2M, Watersports, Cross Dressing, femdom, feminization,

Kelly: 2 inches to her dick, more feminine features, same oral and anal settings as Steve.

Miss Roxanne: Fetishes Autoupdate – Size Queen

Mrs. Tyler: Fetishes Autoupdate – Size Queen, Cheating

Coach Short: Fetishes Autoupdate – Sissification

Billy: Slight body, effeminate face.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

[All characters are over the age of 18]

I woke up shirtless in my bed, feeling like trash. Maybe it was because of the party I had last night. I didn’t feel like leaving my bed; it was warm and comfortable. On the other hand, my sister’s 19-year-old boyfriend Karl was sleeping next to me. The black-haired boy was wearing his hoodie and boxers only. My sister stayed with her friends last night, but I don’t remember why I was sharing a bed with Karl.

Before I go to the shower, I admired his perfect black eyebrows on his entirely fair skin; his face was hot with an extremely sharp jawline.

Anyway, I walked into the shower and took off my blue shorts as I looked at my brown hair in the mirror.

“Wow, I have amazing blue eyes” I loved myself and my abs of course.

Suddenly, my step-brother Glenn entered the bathroom. He was 2 years younger than me, I thought he was supposed to be at school or something.

“Damn, I forgot to close the bathroom’s door” I got out of the shower to close the door. Glenn was a blonde one. He was even slimmer than me.

I put a towel around my waist as I got out of the shower.

“Lukas you’re losing your abs go do some fitness.” Glenn smirked as he made fun of me while flipping his blonde hair.

“Fuck off. At least I don’t interrupt privacy like you.”

“Does it matter?” he sighed.

“Yeah.” I admired his green eyes and pinkish lips.

Glenn and I went back to the living room; Karl was laying on the sofa, his eyes closed.

“I’m so exhausted by the way I had a lot of maths assignments.” Glenn took off everything on him but his shorts, as he laid next to Karl. I stared at Glenn’s tiny waist.

“I am bored. Let’s watch something.” Glenn effused.

He turned on the television, karaman escort and we started watching a new show.

While watching the tv, Glenn took his shorts off, revealing his balls and flaccid penis to me. Its tip was covered with its foreskin, and his blonde pubic hair was indistinct.

“My peepee needs some fresh air.” Glenn grinned. It was an unexpected move from him. He never showed his penis to me.

“Fine, there are no girls around anyway.” It was my time to show him what I got. I took off my clothes too showing off my soft cock.

While watching the show, Glenn played with his elastic foreskin, revealing its tip from time to time.

I wanted to touch it so badly. Just to make sure if it’s too soft.

“Come on, follow me.” Glinn grinned, and he jumped out from the window. Luckily we were on the ground floor. I looked out the window, seeing him naked in the garden. He held his penis as he peed onto the grass.

“Why are you pissing outside?”

“Because it’s fun.” He flipped his short blonde hair then shook his penis to make sure the last drops fell.

“Come on. Get back inside.” I was worried if our neighbours sees this.

“Fine.” Glenn sighed as he got back inside the room.

I saw his hole between his buttcheeks while he was entering through the window.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” I questioned, but then I found Glenn grabbing my penis.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Massage me please.” He insisted.

“Okay.”

Glenn laid face down over the bed next to Karl’s.

I massaged his slim and smooth back, and unexpectedly he moaned.

I held his butt cheeks with my hands and massaged them. They were a little small but smooth. I continued massaging into his cheeks down to his asshole. It was cute. I loved touching his little boy hole. karaman escort bayan I massaged it down to his balls.

Then, he turned over.

“You’re tickling me” He giggled when I massaged his abs to his blonde pubic hair.

“Massage my balls please.” He moaned softer.

“That is weird, but I’d love to do that.” I put my hands on his balls and massaged it by pulling his smooth ballsack down and up sequentially. I held his foreskin and pulled it, uncovering his peehole. I got an erection immediately and Glenn noticed it, because I was naked. My cock was pointing straight up away from my body. I rubbed his cock and felt it grow in my hand.

“Damn, it got big.” I commended.

“It’s my nature.” Glenn grinned.

Unexpectedly, I noticed that Karl was watching us.

“We’re just massaging.” I couldn’t know what to say.

“It’s okay as long as you don’t have sex.” Karl spoke in a low tone, and his voice cracked a little at the end.

“We won’t.” I nervously denied the fact that I wanted a sex.

“Can you massage me too.” Karl gave a half smile.

“Where?” I wondered, widening my eyes.

“My cock, that’s the part that feels good the most.” Karl lifted his eyebrows.

I wondered if my sister would kill me if I do that to his boyfriend.

Karl took off his clothes and his huge cock slapped his abs. It was thick and straightly touching his abs while his balls were hanging.

“Damn I can’t keep myself from staring at his cock.” I whispered to my step brother Glenn.

I leaned closer to Karl and licked his cock from his hanging balls all along his thick shaft to his reddish peehole. I grabbed it around with my fingers feeling its toughness. There was a thick vein over his shaft. His cock was very tough and entirely pointing towards the sky.

I sucked it’s escort karaman tip and got it into my mouth. In the meantime, I felt a hot suction on the tip of my erection too. It was Glenn who was sucking me. I kept sucking Karl’s long shaft while Glenn sucked me; he was softly groaning.

Then I stopped as there was a more important thing to do.

I inserted my hard cock into Glenn’s cute asshole while I held his tiny waist. And fucked him without hesitation. He started moaning in pleasure, and I felt thousands of moons eclipsing in my body.

“Why don’t you fuck me harder?” he moaned as his cock was swinging while I fucked him.

I fucked him faster and faster. I grabbed his cock and jerked it off extremely fast as I squeezed it.

“I’m going to cum, ” Glenn moaned in satisfaction.

I jerked him off and watched his cock shooting his cum everywhere. His head was leaned back, and he was moaning in rejoice while he was milking his cum shot by shot. I watched every single pulse of his cock until he finished discharging while I felt his boy hole contracting around my cock.

I took Glenn’s cum with my fingers, and I swallowed it. It was amazing.

Suddenly, I felt all my muscles contract as I ejaculated inside of him. The moment felt like euphoria. I panted, and I took a deep breath in satisfaction.

Karl wasn’t cumming yet.

So, we helped him.

I grabbed his balls and slowly pulled them down and up. And Glenn was fingering his hole.

Karl was deeply breathing, he was resisting to come.

I sucked his tip and put his shaft inside my mouth quickly. I sucked his cock fast in satisfaction.

Then I put it out and opened my mouth, waiting for him to cum.

Karl’s balls and boy hole tightened while squirt his cum strongly out of his cock to my face. His shots were slapping my face. He sprayed his milk, one shot after another. He moaned, tilting his head back, while he kept milking and milking.

I swallowed Karl’s cum that got into my mouth. It tastes amazing.

“What is going on?” My sister Adele shouted while she entered the room. It seems like she watched while we were making his boyfriend cum.

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“Ok, Mom. Yes, don’t worry, we’ll be there,” Jen said to her iPhone. “No, Mom, I won’t forget the pavlova.”

Smooth cheekbones shone back at her from the window.

“Simon has literally just pulled in. I gotta let him in. We’ll see you and Dad later…okay…Yes, we’ll be safe…love you.”

Jen tapped the hang up button, pretending not to hear her mother’s persisting voice, and placed the phone down on the glass coffee table. She strode barefoot past the piano, to the long mirror in the corner of the living room. She checked that her hair was still held in the clip, and that the slim white belt around her waist hadn’t budged. The emerald gown she wore split teasingly down her chest, and along her left leg. Fidgeting at its tightness, she couldn’t help think that it was more suited for a girl with smaller breasts. She grinned to herself as the front door closed. The sweet scent of pavlova filled her nostrils. The food was ready for the evening, and she was ready for him.

Half turning around to receive him, a meaty hand slid around her waist and hoisted her onto her toes. She spun into his embrace, spreading her fingers against his chest. A hand rose to maul his jet-black hair. His stubble glanced her chin as they kissed.

“You got here quick,” Jen said, unbuttoning his silk shirt.

“16 Mercury Road. Been coming often enough,” he said between kisses.

“Like I keep saying. Why not move in? It’s practically yours anyway.”

His hand wandered down the green satin and clasped a hidden butt cheek.

“Wait, Simon,” she said, nodding towards the Victorian bay window overlooking the driveway. “Unless you don’t mind. I don’t.”

Simon let out a deep sigh as he pulled away from her and closed the curtains.

“You’re right. We should be more careful. Do people…neighbors… ask why I’m over so often? They know I’m your brother, right?”

“I’m not sure what they know. They mostly keep to themselves. Who cares. Anyway, it’s Christmas.”

“We should be careful. Especially the day that’s in it.”

“I know,” Jen said as she lay against his chest and gazed up at him. “Why did we ever agree to spend Christmas at Mom and Dad’s. I just got off the phone with her.”

His thumb felt soft as it slid from her button nose to her full lips.

“I see you’re all ready to go,” he said. “Sexy dress. It matches your eyes. Do you mean to tease me for the entire holiday, cruel woman?”

Still beaming up at him, Jen squeezed his cock through his jeans.

“We still have a little istanbul escort time.”

She nudged him onto the plush sofa, then knelt down between his legs. He was wearing his brown leather belt today, Jen observed as it came loose in her hands.

“I love how hard you get for me,” she said as she licked her palm.

“You make it easy,” he groaned.

“Did my doctor have a long day?” she whispered.

“Hmmmph,” came his handjob ridden reply.

She glared at him with bold eyes.

“I want you to cum in my mouth.”

She pressed her lips against skin, mapping gentle kisses down his thick shaft. Her tongue circled his testicles and dragged precum around the glazed head. Leaning forward to swallow him deeper, her fingers relished in the smoothness of his iron chest.

“Oh, Jen,” he said in a husky voice.

As his cock travelled further inside her, Jen knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer. After all, it had been three days since she’d been with him last; too long for both of them. She’d have to wait for the familiar warm mouthful, however, as large hands closed around her arms and dragged her up his body. Their lips met briefly before Simon led her towards the black piano that stood against the wall. Having been spun forward and bent over the keyboard cover, she was forced to support herself on the dark, shiny wood. She felt an exhilarating coolness brush her skin as her dress was lifted and panties were yanked down. She shifted slightly to kick them free and gasped as his cock found her drenched pussy lips.

Jen opened her mouth to speak, but a long groan stole her words. His fingers tightened around her shoulder as powerful thighs crashed into her delicate ass. The vibration caused the piano to play its incoherent music. Each heavy thump stung Jen, but she loved him for it. She loved that her strong, sophisticated man had become a lust filled animal around her. Sensing his heavy breaths, Jen attempted to speak again. A tinge of disappointment came over her, because as usual, he broke their forbidden link by pulling out of her. Out of habit, Jen twisted whilst falling to her knees. They never touched the hard floor as Simon caught her and perched her effortlessly onto the smooth fallboard. Her bare feet dangled as she faced him. Sweat patches were obvious around his armpits as he pulled off his blazer and reached into the pocket. He chucked the jacket and little box aside. A fine, golden chain curled his thick fingers.

“An apple for my Eve,” istanbul escort bayan he said, fastening the necklace around her. “Merry Christmas, Jen.”

Jen studied the tiny golden apple and then dropped it back into her cleavage. She rolled his foreskin back and forth over his lubricated cockhead and said in an impatient tone,

“You haven’t finished yet.”

The split in the dress revealed more unblemished skin as she spread her legs. Her forehead rested against his sleek chest as he stepped forward to penetrate. The feeling of normality returned, as his cock burrowed deeper with each thrust. Jen’s hand moved from his arm to her hairclip. Soft brunette locks flowed around her shoulders as she released it. Simon’s wet lips glanced her ear.

“I’m not going to cum in your mouth,” he whispered.

Jen massaged the underside of his balls.

“Good,” she replied, tightening her legs around him.

She allowed herself to shriek as each meaty invasion touched her in the most intimate of ways. Her brother was fucking her with renewed conviction. The fool of a girl had been so obviously wrong about making him erect before. Only now was Jen discovering what his true hardness felt like. Simon’s pumping became more erratic as wild hands struggled to choose between tit, leg, or ass.

“Have all of me, brother!” Jen yelled.

The piano’s chaotic tune was soon drowned out by Simon’s throaty roars. It wasn’t until the unmistakable sensation of HIS cum shooting deep inside that Jen joined in with her own orgasmic screams. She was convinced his balls had become lighter in her hand. Their knowing eyes locked.

“God, Simon, Oh, Yes!”

Her limp body shook as he squeezed the last of his seed into her. Their tongues wound around each other as his slick semi fell from her pounded pussy. The beads of sweat on his forehead made her aware of her own damp, clingy hairline. Jen studied his eyes as a few drops of milky fluid escaped her and splattered on the mahogany floorboards. She squeezed his arm to distract him.

“Simon, I think we’re going to be late…We better go.”

*****

With no time to shower, she cleansed his cock with her mouth. They shared a mischievous smile as panties were pulled up and belts were fastened. A quick splash of water and a touch of lip gloss rejuvenated her oily skin. Jen put her brother to work – ferrying gifts and food to his car. Pulling back the curtains, she let out a childish giggle as the first flakes of snow lined escort istanbul the driveway. Illuminated streetlights signaled the impending winter darkness. She put on her heavy lilac coat and wrapped a scarf around her neck. Deciding to leave her hair down, Jen donned a white, beanie hat. She hoped the stains on her dress would be dry by the time they got there.

“All done,” her sibling said as he waited by the door.

“Looks freezing out there,” she remarked.

Jen never made it over the threshold. Simon’s powerful arms wrapped around her slight figure, and the heavy door was kicked shut. Stubble greeted her once again as their soft lips met.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling away. “Not sure when I’ll be able to do that again.”

Jen loved how he took her at his will. She wished he’d sweep her off her feet, carry her upstairs, and have his way with her.

“We could just stay here,” she said. “Say it was too dangerous to drive or something?”

They exchanged looks and decided to stick to their original plan, despite the temptation. A feeling of overwhelming joy filled Jen as she was pulled snug to her brother’s warm body, shielding her from the icy breeze. Months ago, he wouldn’t dream of engaging in such an intimate public display. But much had changed since then, she was learning.

*****

Nestled in the comfortable leather seat of his Mercedes, Jen sipped one of the coffees she’d bought from the gas station. She had felt so naughty walking around the store — Simon’s cum still soaking her panties.

“Thank you for the gift,” Jen said.

“Glad you liked it. 18 carrots you know.”

“I’m not talking about the necklace….” She said. “Ugh! I don’t know how I’m gonna be so close to you, for so long, and not be able to…”

“Think about it, Jen. A huge meal. The wine and brandy flowing. I reckon it’s 10:30pm at the latest when Mom and Dad retire to bed. Then we can…”

“Look for the mistletoe.”

Simon motioned towards her. He placed his hand against the layers of clothing covering her stomach. Jen covered his hand with hers and pressed it tight. Warm as his fingers were, they failed to compare with the warmth he’d left between her legs. Jen played with his knuckles and thought hard. Simon was always so careful. He must have known the risk. Knowing her cycle, he hadn’t even finished in her on her safe days. He chose today; very much not a safe day. With the studious doctor watching the road, there was no way for him to see the tear flow over smiling lips.

“I’m so happy, Simon.”

“And hungry, I bet,” he joked “I can’t wait to taste your pavlova.”

Jen was a great cook, everyone said so. Simon switched on the radio and let Bing Crosby’s ‘White Christmas’ fill the car. He drove steadily to their family home. Not once did he lift his hand from his sister’s belly.

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I was visiting Newark, NJ on business for a couple of weeks. This was my chance to act out a couple of sissy whore fantasies I had been entertaining for a long time, and I intended to take full advantage of the free time I would have every night after work.

I spent the first couple of nights gathering up what I would need. First I visited a thrift store and did some shopping for clothes. I found a cute little pleated tennis skirt in my size that was just adorable. It was white with a thin line of red and blue trim about half an inch up from the bottom edge. It was just long enough to cover my ass, and not a lot more. I also found a very light weight blouse that was almost completely see-through. There was a nice little silky camisole. I also picked up a men’s golf shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, along with some cheap sneakers in my size. The last thing I found was a small purse, just big enough for what I had in mind, with a little thin strap. I already had a pair of 3″ high heels that fit me, carefully tucked into my luggage before I left home.

A couple more stops got me some matching red lipstick and nail polish. I found a cute little lingerie set with matching red lace panties, garter, and bra in a size close enough to mine that I could make it all work. I went to Wal-mart and picked up a box of condoms and some lubricant, as well as makeup and nail polish remover so I could be presentable at work and not arouse any comment. I also found a couple more panties that I liked. Finally I added an enema kit to my cart. The woman at the register gave me a knowing look that fell somewhere somewhere between amused and disgusted when she saw the collection of things I had in my cart.

After work I returned to my hotel and showered, then applied nail polish to my toenails and fingernails. I slipped into a pair of panties and bra, but put the garter belt, nylons, and heels in my purse along with a few condoms, the lube, and the lipstick. I put on the skirt and then the shorts, then pulled on the golf shirt over my bra and slipped on my sneakers. I was more or less presentable as a male, at least at night under casual observation.

It was a ten minute drive to get to the area of town where there were a couple of porn theaters. From my online research I knew that one was reputed to be more heavily frequented by black men than the other, but I planned to check them both out. The first was fairly tame, and there wasn’t much going on there. I hung around a bit and gave one guy blowjob, but left soon after to go to the other. It was a couple of blocks to get there, so I just walked and left my rental car where I had parked it after retrieving the purse. I left my wallet hidden in the car, and just took some cash in my purse. The area was all offices and businesses that were mostly closed, so there was very light traffic. I carried the purse in my hand so as not to be too obvious.

The second theater had an interesting layout. The first floor had two good sized theaters, one showing straight porn and the other showing gay porn. Up a flight of stairs was another, much smaller theater showing gay porn. I checked out all of them over the next half hour or so. The large gay theater had a fair amount of activity going on, mostly just discreet stroking and blowjobs in the rows of seats. One white guy came and sat next to me, taking his cock out as soon as he sat down. He had a nice sized cock, circumcised and with a large mushroom head. The blowjob I had given at the other place had only whetted my appetite for cock and cum, and I was soon on my knees giving him head. I slid my tongue slowly up and down his shaft, at the same time checking to make sure it was nice and clean and showed nothing that would indicate it would obviously be unsafe to suck him off. Once satisfied, I swirled my tongue around the head a few times before engulfing as much of his throbbing dick as I could. I have never been able to get past my gag reflex, so I don’t deep throat but I took as much of him as I could. I gently massaged his balls while I sucked on his cock, which got me a low moan from him as my reward.

After a couple of minutes I slipped my hand up under his shirt to caress and gently roll his nipples between my fingertips. That was pretty much all it took to take him past the point of no return. He only lasted a couple of minutes more before blowing his load in my mouth, which I of kastamonu escort course dutifully swallowed. He rested for a few seconds, mumbled a hasty thanks and left.

That scenario repeated itself one more time before I moved to the back row. At least I had planned to move to the back row and sit there, but it was soon obvious that there was another job for my mouth in the rear of the theater. I noticed that there were three guys standing with their backs against the back wall of the theater, two of whom had their cocks out and were openly stroking. The one in the middle was hard and massaging his cock through his jeans.

I knelt in the seat directly in front of the first one and leaned over the back of the seat, taking the head of his cock in my mouth while he continued to stroke. The other two watched while I sucked. He soon released his grip on his dick and put his hand on the back of my head, face fucking me until he shot a load of his warm, sticky cum in my mouth. It was a very nice tasting load, and I swallowed it eagerly before moving on to the next one. This was the one who had been rubbing his cock through his jeans, but he had taken it out as he watched me suck the man next to him. This guy was black, the first black man I had sucked that night. His cock was well above average in size; not huge, but at least a good solid 7 or 8 inches. I loved sucking on him and was soon using both hands as well as my mouth. I was stroking his cock with one while I worked on it with my mouth, and playing with his balls with the other hand. Occasionally I would switch off, stroking his cock with my hand while licking and sucking on his balls. He lasted a good while. The third guy was now massaging my tits through my shirt, quickly discovering my lace bra. He tried pulling off my shirt, but I was not willing to release the cock I was sucking long enough to take it off. Eventually he settled for having it pulled up so he could see my bra, then started slipping his hand into the bra to play with my nipples. That just made me moan around the dick I was sucking, and give it even more attention.

About that time I could tell the man I was sucking was about to blow. His cock was getting noticeably stiffer and I could feel the head starting to swell up. Shortly after that he grabbed my head with both hands and thrust deep into my mouth, grunting “shiiiiiiitttt…” as he unleashed spurt after spurt into the back of my throat. It was all I could do to keep from choking, but mercifully he backed off just enough that I could swirl the mouthful of cum around his cock head before swallowing it all down. He let me continue to gently work on his cock until it went soft, finally pulling it out before he patted me on the head and left.

Telling the third guy to wait a minute, I stood up and made my way to the mens room to finish changing. I slipped out of the shorts and shirt and folded them up. I pulled the thigh highs and high heels out of my purse and put them on, then put a shiny coat of bright red lipstick on my lips. There was no doubt at all what I was or what I was there for now. I tried putting my “boy” clothes into my purse, but it was too small to fit all of them. I guess that was a little bit of a planning failure on my part. I decided to leave the shoes and just wear high heels for the rest of the night; I could always take them off if I needed to. The last thing I did before leaving the restroom was to use some of the lube I had brought along to lube my ass. I slipped a finger up inside to spread as much in there as I could, then washed my hands and left the restroom to go back to the theater.

The man who had been fondling my tits was nowhere to be seen, so I sat down in the back row and just watched the porno showing on the big screen. Over the next half hour a couple of men came over to sit next to me, and like a good whore I sucked their cocks and swallowed two more loads. Neither one of the men were in any way remarkable, but I felt I was doing my public service, providing some relief for middle aged married men who probably weren’t getting laid at home. I sent them on their way with empty balls and a satisfied smile.

While all of this was going on, though, I had noticed that occasionally a man would enter the back of the theater, then disappear through a curtain in the back corner opposite where I was sitting. No light kastamonu escort bayan escaped into the theater when they did so, and I was getting curious. As there was no one using my mouth at the moment, I got up and casually swished my way over to the curtain and peeked behind it. There was nothing there but a very, very dark stairway. I decided to check out where it went.

When I say it was dark, I mean pitch dark. There were no lights at all, and once the curtain fell behind me none entered from the theater. I had to feel my way up the stairs, which was even more of a challenge with the heels! Fortunately there was a railing, and eventually I reached the top of the flight of stairs. By now it was absolutely pitch black without the slightest glimmer of light at all. I literally could not see my hand two inches from my face. It was also very quiet, with only a faint sound from the theater below. I cautiously felt my way around. There was a doorway, then the cool smoothness of a tiled wall. A couple of feet down the wall I discovered a metal structure and figured out that I was in a restroom, and had just found the wall of a stall.

Armed with that knowledge I kept feeling my way slowly around the perimeter of the room. My heels made a hollow click with each step I took that echoed oddly in the room. It was the only sound. There were three stalls, then a bare wall… and then a man. All I could tell was that he was standing with his back to the wall, and I could feel his arm slowly moving – he was stroking his cock! I dropped to my knees and took his engorged member between my lips, once again feeling the luscious smoothness of a hard cockhead slide into my mouth. I could tell by feeling my way around his crotch that this was a black man, and his dick was definitely above average. Long and thick, it felt wonderful in my mouth and I gave him the best blowjob I knew how. After a couple of minutes, though, he pushed me gently away and went back to stroking.

I continued along the wall. At one point someone flipped open a cell phone, and in that few seconds of dim light I could see there were at least half a dozen men standing around the perimeter of the room. As far as i could tell all were black, and most had their cocks out. One caught my eye, and I made my way toward him as the little cell phone screen blinked off and once again plunged the room into total blackness (in more ways than one). When I found the man I was going for, I reached down to find his cock… and gasped in awe. His was the single largest cock I have ever seen or felt in my life, either before or since, and I have seen and sucked a LOT of cocks. This monster was easily eleven inches long, possibly more, and at least twice as thick as mine. It was, in a word, huge. I immediately went to work on it, trying to stuff as much as I could into my mouth until I was gagging on it. There was still room for both of my hands on his shaft.

After trying to give him a decent blowjob, I knew I had to feel him in my ass. Thankfully I had bought Magnum XL condoms. They were the biggest I could find and I bought them not because I was expecting cocks like this, but because they fit most men rather loosely, and guys like thinking they need an XL condom. I rolled the condom onto his rigid cock as far as I could, and turned around. He had his hands on me as I did, and I felt him flip my skirt up and rub the head of his cock against my hole. I pressed back to let him know it was OK to enter me, then gasped and moaned as he slipped the big thick head of that pussy splitting tool into my ass. After a minute or so to get used to this invader stretching my ass, I pushed back a little more and he started thrusting into me. Now he had his hands on my hips, and with each thrust he was going deeper. I felt that monster cock slide further into me than I had ever been fucked before. It was uncomfortable, then it hurt, but I wanted to take it all. I didn’t want to stop until he was balls deep inside me.

My moaning sounded so loud in the room that I was a little embarrassed despite the fact that no one could see me! At that point, though, I was past caring. My world was now centered around this magnificent, huge, thick black dick that was stretching my ass wide open as he drove into me time after time.

About that time I could feel that another man was in front of me. He rubbed escort kastamonu his cockhead against my lips and I obediently opened them. Another black man, his dick was not nearly as big as the one now pummeling my asshole but was still impressive. It was very thick, and he was fucking my mouth as the man behind me plunged deeper into my colon. It didn’t take long for him to reward me with another warm, sticky load of semen that filled my mouth, and of course I dutifully swallowed every drop.

By now the one fucking me was grunting as he plunged his huge dick deep inside me. Yet another man took the place of the whose cock I had just sucked and used my mouth as his personal cunt, sliding his big dick in and out as I played with his heavy balls. I was dressed like a street whore, in a dark room above a porno theater, being spit-roasted by two cocks, both black, and one of them the biggest I’d ever seen. The one in front of me stiffened and grabbed my head as he unloaded his balls into my greedy sucking mouth, spurting his load as fast as I could swallow it.

My ass was stretched wide by now, I could feel the big dick invading it, but more so I could feel the discomfort as he rammed the full length of that monster into me. His heavy balls were slapping against my own as my dick hung limp and useless between my legs, flinging little droplets of precum onto the pleats of my skirt. Another man took his place in front of me; this one was older, I could tell, and had a very thick cock about six inches long. I sucked him until my jaws ached almost as much as my intestines that the guy fucking me was trying to straighten out. The one in my mouth finally blew his load, and was quickly replaced by a fourth. I didn’t know how many were lined up to use my mouth, but at this point I just wanted them to keep cumming!!

By now my world had narrowed to nothing more than the pummeling of my now slack asshole, the head of his magnificent dick plowing deep, deep inside me, and trying to keep suction on the big black cock that was throbbing and thrusting in my mouth. I could tell the stud in my ass was getting close; by now he’d been fucking me for close to fifteen minutes straight, long enough for me to have sucked off four other men! Finally the man fucking my mouth erupted with a torrent of jizz that I could barely swallow, and seconds later my ass-fucking master slammed the full length of that incredible cock into me to the hilt. I could feel him stiffen; he pulled my hips back to impale me fully on his huge dick and I felt it jerk and spasm as he ground it in deeper than ever. He pumped his load of cum deep enough inside me that it felt like he was halfway to my throat. He stayed there, grunting and twitching, until the last of his cum had been drained from his big black balls and deposited deep in my well-used sissy cunt.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, until his cock finally began to soften. He pulled it from my ass and I immediately felt empty and very thoroughly fucked. My poor asshole was gaping open from the stretching given to it by this huge invader. Once I could walk again I made my way back down to the theater, and realized that I had a little bit of a problem. Somewhere along the way, I had lost the clothes from my purse, and now it held only my lipstick, lube, and a few more condoms. I was two blocks from my car, which was parked on public street. By this point, though, I was so well fucked and so full of cum lust that I was past caring. After catching my breath for a few minutes, I slipped out a side exit and into the alley beside the theater.

Mercifully, there was no traffic on the downtown street. I started walking back toward my car. The sound of my heels click-clacking on the sidewalk and the warm evening breeze under my skirt felt wonderful. About halfway back I panicked as a car came into view, rolling toward me down the street. Here I was, a forty-something white guy dressed in heels, nyons, a white pleated skirt, and a lacy red bra… walking down the street in the middle of the night!! Knowing my luck it would be a cop! But it wasn’t. I got a couple of less than complimentary comments shouted by the young guys in the car as it drove past, but other than that the walk was uneventful. I drove back to my hotel and managed to make it back up to my room without being seen.

I woke up the next morning still in my skirt and bra, with my heels laying on the floor next to the bed, and my poor abused stretched asshole still barely able to close. I didn’t feel much like breakfast, probably due to the fact that I had swallowed nearly a dozen loads of cum the night before. I managed to get the remains of the lipstick and nail polish off before dressing and going to work.

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Tyrell

“I’ve missed you.” Emmanuel said, bursting through my front door. He tried to give me a hug but I side stepped him making him stumble. I was on my way out when he arrived.

“I saw you last week. And I told yo ass about running up in here without knocking. You don’t live here anymore. One day you gon see me with my ass out and learn.” I glared.

“You’re evil.” He pouted. “Anyway, Can I crash here for a while? Axel is out of town again and I hate being in that house without him. It’s so big and cold.” Manny asked.

“Sure. You know I don’t care.” I responded. “I’m not going to be here though. I’ve been staying at Bassir’s house more than here.” I confessed.

“That’s right you are dating a fine chocolate man.” Emmanuel smirked. “How’s that going?”

“It’s going…,” I took a second to think. “It’s perfect.” I smiled. “He’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met and if he wasn’t my nigga I’d probably would’ve beat his ass by now. Don’t get me started on his smart ass mouth.”

“None of that sounds good.” Emmanuel frowned.

“You ain’t gonna let me finish damn. Even with all that he’s still the reason I wake up smiling. He’s the person I text whenever I leave the house or get home. He introduced me to my best friend and he’s the reason I feel happier than ever.”

“Sounds like you love him.” Emmanuel gave me a grin.

My body went still. Do I love Bassir? I mean this is the guy who forces me to watch jeopardy with him knowing I hate that shit. Bassir has made himself a big influence in my life. He’s been the main person I turn to. He’s been the first person I talk to in the morning and last person I talk to before I go to sleep. If I love him, what does that make me?

I’ve never loved anyone that way. I’ve been alone all my life. Everyone that was supposed to love me abandoned me. If it wasn’t for Luck and Manny I would have nobody. I’ve never loved someone romantically before and I’ve never felt that kind of love. The first time I feel that way and it’s with a man, what does that make me?

“Seems like you got some thinking to do.” Emmanuel brings me out of my daze.

*~*~*

“Hi babyboy.” Bassir answers the door with a grin. He takes me in his arms and gives me a toe curling kiss. His soft lips tasted like chocolate and mint. Bassir was gripping onto my waist forcing me up against his sweaty body. I could tell he was just getting done with a workout. He was hot and sweaty but I still let him rub on me.

“Somebody happy to see me.” I laugh pushing back from him. He gave me his bright smile and moved aside so I could walk in. “You kissing on me me like you haven’t seen my ass in years.” I blushed.

“I love your lips.” He shrugged, shutting the door. Bassir was shirtless and wearing his compression shorts. I could see his dick comfortably snug against his leg. “I missed them.”

“Just using me for my mouth. Never thought it’d happen to me.” I shook my head. “I guess what goes around comes back around.”

“You use people for their mouths?” He questioned. He started heading back to his bedroom. I of course followed.

“I have.” I smirked.

“What are you using me for?” He questioned. He started peeling off his shorts. I watched him take off his underwear and toss both into a hamper.

“Your mouth.” He gave me a fake kayseri escort shocked look. “And your fine ass body, the way you say my name, and the way you stay sucking me even after I’ve cum.” I add.

“Seems like you only want me for sex.” He laughed.

“No but it’s definitely a plus.” I grin. He shakes his head and walks out of the room. I know he’s on his way to take a shower so I lay back and get comfortable. Bassir has a habit of taking long ass showers so I know I can get an hour of sleep.

“Tyrell.” I hear a deep voice call out. I feel hands start to trace down my body. “You really fell asleep on me.” I hear the voice laugh. “Guess I’ll just have to wake you up.”

The hands started messaging me through my pants. Lips landed on my neck. I moaned and turned my head. Bassir was smiling down at me.

“There you go. You sleepy babyboy?” He asked. He laid on top of me and luckily I was strong enough to handle his big ass. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“A little.” I smiled. He laid his head on my chest.

“Can I ask you something?” Bassir whispered on my chest. I hummed. “Do you love me?” He looked up at me.

I gave him a confused frown. This question is popping up again. My throat felt like it was starting to close up.

“Where did that question come from?” I asked sitting up. He had to sit up with me.

“I’ve been meaning to say it for a while and just wanted to know where we stood. Don’t think I’m forcing you to say it, I just would like to know.” Bassir admitted.

I don’t know if it was him or my past crashing down on me but I couldn’t hold back the tears. Bassir didn’t waste a second when he saw the tears falling from my eyes. He quickly hugged me and held me close to his chest. I grabbed onto his shirt and let out fat tears that I didn’t even know I could produce.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Bassir whispered softly. I let out an ugly cry and held on tighter.

“I don’t know what love is Base.” I cried. “I’ve never been loved the way you love me. I don’t know how to even process this feeling.”

“Tyrell.” He whispered.

“My mom never gave a fuck abaout me. She let me sell drugs to pay our bills and then kicked me out when I first got taken to jail. I was only 13, Bassir. My dad used to beat the shit out of her before being killed in a shootout.” Bassir held me tighter as I told him my story. He knows pieces of it because we’ve expressed our past to each other before. “The only love I’ve ever felt was from Manny and Luck. I’ve never felt the love you give me Bassir. Your love is unconditional, it’s consuming and it makes me feel warm. I don’t understand how you could love someone like me.”

“Tyrell, you can’t see how amazing you are.” He looked down on me with those eyes that saw the potential in me. “You’re caring and funny and so fucking smart. Babyboy you took in your cousin when you were only 18 and you accepted Romero as soon as you met him. Tyrell you’re the only man I’ve ever given my heart too. I love the way you get mad when I answer the phone with hello. I love the way you’re able to yell and get mad at me while getting cuddled. I love the way your hair always ends up getting in my face in the morning.” He gave me a smile.

“Listen Babyboy, I’m no better. I’m a product of infidelity. My dad went back to his wife once he learned my mom was pregnant and my mom kayseri escort bayan hates me because she said I looked like my dad. She tried to kill me when she found out I was gay. I had to grow up at a young age. It’s always only been me, Charm, and Romero. Then this crazy hothead gave me someone else to love.”

“What crazy hothead?” I joked. He gives me a smile and starts wiping my tears. “I’m just so scared Bassir.”

“You think I’m not. Tyrell, this is new for both of us but you have to know that there’s nobody else out there for me. It’s only ever going to be you.” He gives me a serious look. “You’re everything to me.”

“You’re my everything.” I say looking into his eyes and meaning every word.

*~*~*

“So you started crying?” Luck asked with a goofy smile.

“That whole fucking story and you stuck on me crying. Not the fact he said he loved me or the fact that I said it back.”

“Well technically you didn’t say it back and also anybody can see he loves you and it’s clear you love him too.” Luck shrugged. “I mean I could tell he was the one for you the very first time you told me about him.”

“No the fuck you couldn’t. I hated him back then.” I glared. He gave me a serious look.

“Back then all you talked about was Bassir. Bassir is so annoying, Bassir is so fucking ugly.”

“Hold on, I never said he was ugly. My man is fine as fuck and I’ve always thought so.” I folded my arms.

“So you do admit to liking him from the beginning.” He gave me a sneaky smirk.

“No. He just has always been good looking to me. I never denied that Bassir wasn’t a handsome ass man.” I clarified.

“Yeah can’t disagree there.” Luck looked off into the distance. “He’s fine as hell.” At my warning glare he smiled. “I should go before you kill me.” He stood up from the chairs in front of my desk. I watched him walk out of the office. I sighed and got back to work.

Paperwork was scattered across my desk and it was becoming a mess. I started collecting sheets that talked about a transfer happening tonight and filing them. I set those aside and started finding sheets that tracked the sale projections over the next two months.

My phone went off about an hour into filing away the paperwork.

“Hi Base.” I answered. I heard him whisper something before answering me.

“Hi Babyboy. You’re coming over tonight right?” He asked. Oh shit I forgot about that. It’s movie night so that means I spend the night wiping Romero tears and trying not to laugh. Romero is a very emotional kid but it’s what makes him so sweet.

“Yeah I um got this thing going on tonight. Can we rain check?” I really had to be at the transfer dock tonight.

“No, not really.” He sounded stressed. I let out a weak laugh.

“We have movie night every week. I’m not missing anything.” He went silent.

“Alright.” He sighed out.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.” He said but I knew him and he was definitely mad at me.

“Bassir it’s one fucking movie night to the thousands we’re going to have together. You’re kidding me right?” I gave a humorless laugh.

“That’s not the point, just call when you can.” He hung up after that. I looked down at my phone with a confused look. What the fuck is wroung with him?

*~*~*

I ran back to my car clutching my arm. My gun was still hot in my hand and I only had escort kayseri one bullet left. Luck and Star was starting to come from behind a pillar. They looked around before walking up to my second in command, Dave. He had a gun in his hand and a hard glare on his face. Next to him was one of Star’s employees, Romani. He looked the same as Dave.

The transfer was horrible. Dave, Romani, and Star were helping the product load onto the truck. The truck drivers pulled guns out on them which caused me and Luck to start shooting. The truck drivers had two other guys in the truck. They started shooting but by the time we were all spaced out all over the warehouse. I ended up getting shot in the arm before Dave and Luck finished off the other two.

Now I have a truck full of drugs not being transferred and a injured arm.

“Go get that fixed Tyrel we’ll handle this.” Luck said in a serious voice. A voice he barely uses. I nodded and climbed into my car.

*~*~*

I took a long drag of my blunt before I started digging the bullet out of my arm. With the blunt still resting on my lips, I poured alcohol on my wound then I started stitching myself up. Once I was done I started cleaning up my bathroom. With my arm wrapped up and the blunt finished I hoped in the shower.

After washing my body of all the dirt and blood I got out of the shower, dried off and laid down on my bed. I called the only person who would make me feel better right now.

“Babyboy it’s like one in the morning.” He sounded groggy. His sexy sleep voice was in full effect.

“You said to call when I can.” I gave a small laugh.

“I did say that. What’s wrong?” He asked, starting to sound my awake. “Want me to come over?”

“I thought you had Ro.” That’s one of the reasons I didn’t ask him to help me with my arm.

“Actually he’s not here. You were supposed to come over and we were going to have a romantic night together. I asked Charm to take Ro for the night but you were busy.”

“That’s why you were mad earlier.” I’m such a dumbass. I should’ve gone with Bassir tonight instead of getting shot.

“I wasn’t mad, just sad. It’s fine we’ll have another chance.” He laughed. “I wanted this to be the night we finally took the next step.” He confessed.

“Base I-,”

“It’s fine Tyrell we’ll have another chance I’m sure of it. So how was your night?”

“Horrible.” I laughed. “I was shot again.” Bassir went silent.

“What happened? You know what, don’t even answer that. You missed tonight because you wanted to go play gangster?” He sounded angry.

“I’m not playing gangster Bassir. That’s who I am. Why are you mad again Bassir? We already talked about this.” I let out a laugh. “I mean I told you who I am and you accepted it. We went through this whole fear thing.”

“Yes I know that but talking about it and you getting shot are two very different things.” He argued.

“The first night I ever slept over was because I was fucking shot. Bassir, what is your problem?”

“You’re my problem Tyrell. I mean I just told you I love you and you going around trying to get yourself killed. How do you think I feel? What if you died?”

“I can take care of myself. I’m not going to die.”

“What if you do though? Tyrell I can’t live like this. I don’t wanna be waiting up at night waiting for your call.” He sounded defeated.

“What are you saying? Are you fucking breaking up with me?” I trembled.

“No! No, I just need some time, okay. I don’t even want to think about losing you babyboy and right that’s all I can see.” He went silent before letting out a sigh. “I love you.” He said hanging up.

I stared at my phone in shock. This night truly is shit.

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