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I never considered myself gay, but neither did I have that instinctive revulsion to it that most guys I know seemed to have. I just figured folks do what they like. And I liked girls. I had a few, nothing unusual, some blow jobs, normal old sex, and I got married and that was pretty much my sex life.

Then I was at the gym one day. I like to take a steam after I work out, so I was in the steamroom, really almost half asleep. The guy walked in, a little bigger than me, maybe 6’2′, a little more muscular. And he sat down directly across from me. I didn’t think anything about it at first, but then I realized he was starring straight at me. I looked back at first, figuring he’d knock it off, but he didn’t, so I looked away. It was making me pretty uncomfortable. I thought I should just get up and walk out, but I didn’t. And he kept starring, like he was trying to figure out something about me.

And then he got up, dropped his towel, walked over, grabbed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. And I let him. Just like that. And he fucked my face for a couple minutes, blew his load in my mouth and walked out. I spit his load on the drain in the floor, waiting to leave the steam room because I wanted him to be gone when I went to dress. I couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened. Also, I couldn’t figure out why my cock was rock hard.

I didn’t see him in the locker room. So I changed, and I walked out. But he was waiting by the door. Again, he didn’t say anything. He just took my phone off my belt, popped it open, put the number in his own phone, and said “I’ll call.”

I thought about changing my number. I didn’t.

Over the next few weeks, he called a few times. First, I went to his place. Then he came to mine. He used my mouth. He used my ass. And I let him.

Yesterday morning, he called and said he was horny. But he couldn’t host yesterday, and neither could I. So he told me he wanted me to meet him at giresun escort the Denmark – and adult book store on not far from the gym where we met. It has some booths in the back. I’d been there sometimes as a teenager, watched movie, jacked off. I told him the booths there were really cramped, and usually really dirty. He told me we weren’t using the booths, he was going to do me right out in the hallway – and that I was going to do anyone else who wanted to use me, too. In fact, I was going to put the ad up on Craigslist so people would now to come.

This excited me. But it also scarred the shit out of me, frankly. But I put the ad up, and I showed up at 12:45 as scheduled. I had told people who responded to the ad what I would be wearing, and I gave them my stats. When I first got there, I didn’t see the guy yet, but a couple of guys were definitely giving me the eye, and I knew they must be the ones from the ad. It felt very exciting and degrading to have them looking at me and knowing that I had volunteered to take all cummers in this skanky hole.

Then my bud showed up. He grabbed the front of my shirt as he walked past and dragged me around a corner to a dark corner with several booths in it and shaved me to my knees. The guys who had been watching me followed along. He didn’t say anything, just got his cock out and grabbed my head in both hands and crammed it down my throat. He held my head still and pumped his cock in and out. He has got a huge fucking cock – mine is 8″ and fairly thick, and his is only one of the only ones I’ve run into that’s bigger – and it is much bigger – especially thicker. So I’m gagging pretty good.

These guys who are watching just stand there at first. Then one of them gets his cock out and walks right up by me, stroking it. My bud pulls out, turns my head toward the other guy, and shoves it down his cock. This cocks was more average, so it went all the giresun escort bayan way in easily. Then the other guy got his cock out, a longer, but sort of skinny cock, and my bud started moving my head from one cock to the other.

Then he told me to stand up. I did. He moved behind me and shoved my head back down so I could keep sucking. I felt him reaching around in front of me, undoing my belt, then my pants, and pulling them all the way down to my ankles. I heard him tear open a condom package,

Now, he’s fucked me before, but like I said, he is huge, so it usually takes a while for him to work in. Not this time. He said “brace yourself, bitch.” He shoved himself all the way in in one vicious thrust. It hurt like hell. I mean really hurt. I screamed around the cock that was in my mouth, but that muffled it pretty good. He started ramming away in my ass – and it still hurt for the first several thrusts before I was finally loosened up. As he did that, the guy I was sucking – it was long, skinny cock at that point, he grabbed my head and really started going to down. Then he tensed up and blew his load in my mouth. He pulled out and the other guy moved right in. I don’t like to swallow, so I had this chain of cum and spit drooling off my chin while the other guy started ramming in and out of my mouth and my bud get fucking me from behind.

A couple other guys had moved into the hallway at this point, watching. Then a black guy pulled out his cock – another pretty big one, and started stroking. He looked up at the guy fucking me and said “Anybody get to use this bitch?” And my bud said “Help yourself.”

He moved in beside the guy I was sucking and took one of my hands and wrapped it around his cock, making me stroke him. Then the guy I was sucking blew his load in my mouth and pulled out. The black guy went to stick his cock in my mouth, but my bud said “I’m about to blow and escort giresun I want him to eat it – you want his ass?” and the black guy said “Hell yes.” My bud handed him a condom, which he slid on, then they switched positions. The black guy rammed right in, too, but I was loose at this point, so it didn’t hurt. Then he grabbed my hips and started to fuck me violently. My bud pulled off the condom and stuck his cock in my mouth. There were now four other guys lined up behind him. He told them to pick a hole and make a line. Two of them stayed behind him, one of them went around behind the black guy.

The black guy started saying “SUCK THAT COCK BITCH” and slapping my ass real hard. My bud finally blew in my mouth – a huge fucking load that was running out both sides of my lips while he kept thrusting in and out. Then he pulled out and a new guy took my mouth. The black guy really started to ram it home and grunt. He came in my ass, then pulled out, took off the condom and dumped his load on my face. The second guy started sticking his cock in my ass, but my bud stopped him, told him he had to suit up, so he put on a condom, and then he fucked my ass. He fucked slower, so he was fucking me the whole time the last two guys used my mouth. After then had both cum, he pulled out and told me to get back on my knees, look up, and open my mouth. I did, and he jacked his load into my mouth and all over my face.

There was a skinny guy, just a kid, really, maybe 18 or 19, watching from a little ways off. He had his cock out, stocking it, but he never came over. My bud looked at him and said “You don’t want any of this?” and the kid just shook his head. My bud walked over and grabbed him by arm, pulled him over and shoved him to his knees. He told me to stand up. He shoved the kid’s face into my cock, but the kid didn’t open his mouth, he just knelt there while I rubbed precum on his face. My bud told him “My bitch has been good and you got to enjoy the show. Now you pay. With your mouth or with your ass, your call.” Still the kid just knelt there. My bud hauled him to his feet, started working the front of his pants. The kid dropped back to his knees, took my cock in his mouth and started to suck. It only took a minute before I blew down his throat.

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Plum’s head pounded as he woke up in a room he didn’t recognize. He sat up too fast, and it felt like he was going to die or something.

Right. Party. Cocaine. Alcohol.

No more coke. That was way too much.

He glanced around, and found a glass of water, a bottle of Ibuprofen, and a note.

“Sorry Jarred just left you to come down on your own. Your phone and clothes are in the bathroom, and I left you a spare set. They may not fit well, given how tall you are, but they’re clean. I’ll make you breakfast to help with the hangover, just come down to the kitchen. -Elijah.”

Well, at least someone in this place was thoughtful. He took the painkillers and went into the bathroom. The clothes left for him were definitely too small. The sweatpants went barely past his knees, and the shirt definitely wouldn’t fit over his shoulders. Fuck. Would an Uber accept him as a passenger without a shirt.

He checked his phone. 11:37 am. Twelve missed calls from Ollie, ranging back from 8:16 am. One missed call from Spencer at exactly 10:00.

Ollie picked up his phone on the first ring, like always. “Plum! Dude! Bruh! You alright? I was worried sick!”

Plum had to hold the phone a few inches away to avoid his head splitting open from the volume. “Yeah, I’m fine. Hungover as hell, but fine.”

“Did you crash at the party?”

“Yeah.” He glanced around. “God, this dude is loaded. I swear this bathroom costs more than my parent’s house. They even have a separate shower and bathtub, and their tub is one of those jacuzzi ones.”

“Jesus. Anything worth stealing?” Ollie’s laugh indicated that it was a joke. Probably.

“Ah, yes, I’m totally going to steal their toilet.” Plum let out a breath of a laugh. “Holy shit, dude, last night was intense. I got laid… kinda.”

“Kinda?”

“Yeah. Jarred was a real dick of a dom, but I was super turned on, you know?”

“Now you understand why I like it when you’re like this?” Ollie paused for a moment. “Spencer’s glad you’re okay.”

“Good. But yeah, like, he made me suck his cock, which was real nice until I kinda threw up on him.”

“Big oof.”

“But yeah, he got me into the shower and jerked off all over my face. It was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever had done to me.” If he wasn’t so fucking hungover, he’d honestly consider jerking off right then and there. He’d already gotten himself off last night, when he was still kneeling in the shower after Jarred left, but damn, that was enough jack off fodder for weeks. “He was cute too. Had kind of a baby face, but like, it’s kinda hot whenever someone like that is secretly a dom, you know?”

“Like Spence?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Plum thought about it. “Actually, he kind of looks like Spencer but white.”

“Man, imagining a non-asian Spence is kind of cursed.” Ollie laughed. “Need me to call you an Uber?”

“Nah, I’ll figure something out in a bit. Dude’s boyfriend or something said he’d make me breakfast.”

“Alright. I’m so glad you’re okay. I was worried, you know?”

“You always are, you fucking worrywart.” Plum hoped that his gentle tone would come across right over the phone. “Love you.”

“Love you too! Spence says he loves you as well!”

He got up and stretched. “Love you too, man. I’m gonna let you guys go, so I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Text me when you’re on your way home, okay?”

“Will do. Love you.”

“Love you too! Be safe!”

“You bet.” Plum hung up, because he knew if he didn’t, Ollie would get caught in a loop.

As soon as he put his phone in his pocket, the ruger to vomit finally overtook him. However, as he leaned over the toilet, nothing came out except for a but of water.

He needed to eat. He’d been hungover before, and as much as the thought of McDonald’s made him want to vomit more, he knew that food would make things marginally better.

As soon as he was feeling steadier, he got up and left the bathroom, clothes in hand. Man, their hallway was fancy too. They could afford to have just random end tables with empty vases that probably cost more than all the dental work Plum had to have done.

He stumbled upon a large framed picture. A family portrait. Jarred’s mom looked familiar. An actress? No, her smile was too fake, her pantsuit too unfashionable. Politician of some kind? Her blonde hair was styled like every politician lady in their forties or fifties. His dad looked like the kind of old money guy who just played golf all the time, the kind of guy who was maybe athletic in high school but had ruined that body long ago with beer.

Jarred stood between the two, taller than both and dressed in an incredibly handsome suit. His hair was much shorter than its normal shoulder length curls in this picture, swooping up at the top like every generic white fuckboy. He had no smile on his face, no expression in his eyes except for a deep, deep loneliness.

And good God, his nose was upturned. He hadn’t noticed it in person, probably because he had to look down to match eyes with ığdır escort bayan him, but damn. Jarred was, like, the living embodiment of snootiness.

“Oh, good, you’re awake!”

Plum looked over and saw a friendly looking guy walking towards him. The dude actually had similar hair to Jarred’s portrait, but dealer and thicker. He looked short to Plum, but he was probably about average height compared to normal people. “You’re Elijah, right?”

“Sure am. Let me guess, the shirt was too small?” His brown eyes were all nice and warm.

“Yeah, it was.” Plum shrugged. “Most are, don’t worry about it.”

“You’re a while lot taller than I thought you were.” God, Elijah’s smile was nice. “How tall are you?”

“Six foot nine.” Most people asked that question, and damn did he love to brag about it.

“Holy shit, dude.” Elijah chuckled. “You want breakfast? I make some mean hangover eggs.”

“Sounds fucking great.”

“Awesome.” Elijah turned on his heel and started walking down the hall. Damn, he had a nice ass. And his arms were nice and muscled. God damn, how did an asshole like Jarred get a catch like this? “Sorry about Jarred leaving you all alone last night. He gets real wigged out about bodily fluids in general, which I know isn’t an excuse, but, well, you know.”

Plum shrugged. “It was kind of hot how cold he was all night.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself then.” The duo started down the stairs, and even the thought made Plum nauseous. But he managed to get down with no incident, and good God, this place was huge. He’d seen it last night, of course, but sobriety really brought out the realization that this family was loaded as shit.

Plum sat at the kitchen island as Elijah looked in the fridge. “Want some bacon too?”

“Sounds good.”

“Apple wood or hickory smoked?”

“There’s different kinds of bacon?” Plum raised an eyebrow.

Elijah chuckled. “Hickory it is.” He got out a carton of eggs and a thing of bacon. “So, I have to say, I’m a huge fan of your work.” He mused as he started on a pot of coffee.

“Oh, yeah, we’re actually finishing up our new album soon.” His finger traced along one of the dark spots in the marble countertops.

“I actually meant your OnlyFans account.” Elijah chuckled as he got a skillet from the cabinet. “Though, don’t get me wrong, your music is great too.”

Plum smirked. “Now we’re talking. What do you like about it?”

“Well, for starters, the whole punk thing does it for me. And two, you have one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen. Like, god damn, it’s so big and perfectly shaped, and I’d love to try and deepthroat it someday.”

“Maybe if you ask nicely.” His stomach lurched a little. “And when I’m not hungover.”

“Fair enough.” God, he could just hear Elijah’s smile.

The two idly chitchatted about music for a while as Elijah cooked. He asked Plum all the standard questions, like how they met (They all started hanging out as a group after a school performance of Romeo and Juliet – Plum starred as Romeo, because who else could possibly top him?) and who comes up with the lyrics (an eccentric mix of Plum and Spencer, and their bassist Penn wrote most of the actual music, except for the drums, which were Ollie’s domain.). It was kind of nice to not have to think too hard.

“Look who’s finally decided to join the realm of the living.” Elijah chuckled as he glanced towards the stairs. “Right on time for the coffee, too.”

Jarred almost stumbled down the stairs, wearing nothing but a purple silk robe and maybe underwear underneath. He clutched onto the railings as he made his way, limb by limb, towards coffee. When he made eye contact with Plum, he made a a sort of half grunt, half groan.

“Not ready to use your words yet?” Elijah’s chuckle continued as he sat a plate of eggs in bacon in front of Plum. “Let me guess, super hungover?”

“Still drunk. I think.” Jarred leaned onto Elijah, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “I love you so much, ‘Li.”

“Love you too, babe.” Elijah kissed the top of his head. “Get some breakfast, you know it’ll make you feel better.”

“Kay.” Jarred poured himself a half mug of coffee, notably not pouring any for anyone else. He went to the fridge and got out a jar of honey and a think of coconut cream. He also got out a mason jar of this weird floppy stuff. Vegan? At first, it didn’t sound right, because Jarred didn’t seem like the type to care about anything, let alone animals, but then it suddenly made sense. Jarred didn’t need to eat meat like all those lowly peasants. Or something like that. He really had no idea how rich people thought.

Plum took a bite of the eggs, and despite his stomach’s protests, he ate more and more. They actually tasted delicious, with higher quality eggs than he could ever dream about buying and perfect seasoning. The bacon was fantastic too, crisped to absolute perfection.

Yet Jarred ignored that and just grabbed literal slop from ığdır escort bayan the fridge. Unbelievable.

Elijah set a mug of coffee next to him before sipping on his own. “We don’t have any actual dairy creamers, but we have cream of coconut or almond milk, if you want.”

“I’ll just take mine black.” Plum really didn’t want to deal with fake milk. If you didn’t drink the real thing (or your body was dumb and didn’t digest it properly, like Ollie’s), why try and substitute it? Just drink something else. Of course, he was biased after dealing with Ollie’s soy milk phase, but still. Just drink your coffee black like a champ.

“Did Rose get home safe last night?” Jarred asked, sitting as far away from Plum as possible. He took a bite of the floor, which looked like oatmeal but with tiny seeds in it.

“Yeah, Dex picked her up last night.”

The rings under Jarred’s eyes were obvious, even through the patchily spied foundation. “So what’s their deal anyway? Are they actually dating, or…?”

“Rose finally told me last night. So, you know how she loves it when we come inside her?” Elijah leaned forward on the counter. Plum tried his hardest not to seem like he was prying. “Apparently, he loves eating her out while she tells him all the stuff we do to her.”

“So we’re cucking him?” Jarred laughed to himself.

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Not going to lie, that’s kind of hot.”

Plum didn’t entirely agree (not that he was kink shaming, he just wasn’t personally into it.) but it wasn’t really his place to say anything. He just continued eating.

“Honestly, the only thing that kept last night from being a complete disaster was that David didn’t try and crash.” Jarred groaned.

“Come on, do you really think he’d ruin a party just by being here?”

“He’d ruin my night at least. That’s literally the only thing that could have been worse.” Jarred gave Plum a sideways glare.

“What’s so bad about him, anyway?” Elijah asked. “I know he’s full of himself, but he’s not the worst.”

“He pissed in my mouth, Elijah.”

Plum choked on his eggs as a laugh overtook him. “The fuck?”

“Wait, he did what?”

“I never told you that?” Jarred narrowed his eyes. “I mean, I was pretty embarrassed, but damn, okay.” He looked over at Plum. “Hey, what’s your name again? Plume?”

“Plum, but close enough.”

“Gods, your name’s weird. Anyway, Plum, this never leaves this room, got it?”

“Sure.” He was definitely going to tell the boys about whatever he was about to hear.

“Okay, so there’s this bitch David Kelly, right?” The name sounded familiar. Hmm. Jarred turned slightly in his stool and had to clutch into the counter to steady himself. “Whoa. But yeah, I was sucking this bitch off because hey, sometimes I’m nice, and then he pulls out. I assume he’s going to come on my face instead of down my throat, but no, he just fucking pissed right in my mouth. Got it on video too.” He buried his face in his other hand. “Like, I don’t think he’d blackmail me with it or anything, because it’s not like I enjoyed it, so it would say more about him than me, but still.”

“Jeez, man, I had no idea. When was this?”

“About a year ago.”

A wry smile crept up Elijah’s face. “So, even after all that, you still slept with him.”

“Shut up, hate fucking is a real and valid thing.” Jarred groaned. After a moment, he continued. “You know, I think I’ve figured it out. I just can’t singers.”

And that’s when Plum made the connection. “Wait, you mean David Kelly from Poisoned Youth?”

“Oh, you know him?” Elijah asked.

“Not personally, but yeah, he’s who inspired me to actually get off my ass and start a band.”

“Why? He’s not even that good,” Jarred said.

“Exactly! I figured if someone like him could find success, then someone who’s actually talented like me could do even better!”

Jarred gave him a wry smile. “What, like you’re talented?” He laughed a little to himself. “Nah, you’re at least a little better than him.” Wow, that was the most backhanded compliment he’d ever gotten. And the first compliment from Jarred. Off to a great start.

Plum got out his phone to get an Uber. “Hey, man, thanks for the food, but I’m gonna head out and wait for my ride.” He got up.

“Hey, you’re welcome any time! I’ve still got to fully appreciate the music you introduced me to, you know.” Elijah gave an exaggerated wink, and Jarred gave a subtle glare.

Plum laughed to himself. “Yeah, definitely.”

And so, he stepped out into the hot summer air, shirtless and missing one shoe, and it was only after he’d gotten into the Uber and was almost home that he realized he’d forgotten to actually get Elijah’s number.

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Their little apartment was in an area of Downtown that hadn’t quite gotten renovated to fit the sparkling modern towers. It was all brick and grime, and Plum felt right at home. Plus, it was the only affordable two bedroom apartment that was within escort ığdır a reasonable walking distance a campus shuttle station, so it was kind of their only option.

When he opened the bedroom door, Ollie and Spencer were already having fun. Ollie was on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, right in position for Plum to slip in and fuck his little cunt while he sucked Spencer’s cock.

“You guys get started without me?” Plum chuckled, setting down his stuff.

Ollie’s mouth slid off of Spencer’s cock with a satisfying pop. “Well, we were going to wait for you, but he got bored and I got horny.” He wiggled his body a little, giving Plum those ‘fuck me’ eyes.

Plum climbed onto the bed and gently pushed Ollie to the side. “I’ll fuck you in a bit, I’ve got something to prove.” He wrapped his hand around Spencer’s cock and licked up the underside.

Ollie laughed. “Wow, dude, that’s cold. I was so ready for you and everything.”

“No complaints here.” Spencer’s laugh was breathy, like he was close already.

Now, Plum didn’t claim to be the champ of sucking cock, but he still loved it. Spencer’s cock was a true masterpiece, six inches and curved up just the right amount to drive him wild when he fucked him. Elijah was wrong earlier, Plum’s cock wasn’t perfect. Sure, it looked nice but at eight inches, it was too large for most to handle. Even when Ollie prepped himself to be fucked senseless, there was a delicate balance of fun pain and ‘oof you’re hitting my cervix’ pain. But Spencer’s was perfect, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than worship it.

Ollie moved to start kissing on Spencer’s neck, his chest, his lips.

“Gods, you guys spoil me rotten.” Spencer mused.

“Trust me, I’ve met spoiled rotten. You’re not even close,” Plum mumbled, then finally took Spencer into his mouth, causing the most beautiful moans.

It didn’t take long for Plum to redeem himself, as a few minutes after he started, he felt Spencer come right in his mouth. He swallowed down every last drop, then licked up the shaft one last time, leaving Spencer gasping for breath between those delicate moans.

His pride was officially restored.

“So, you gonna fuck me now, or what?” Ollie asked, sitting up.

Plum slid off his pants and stroked at his cock. “Not sure yet. Maybe I should get Spencer to suck me off first.”

“Oh, come on, he’s totally outta commission right now. Please just fuck me dude, please?” The desperation in his green eyes was wild as he bounced in place.

“What do you think, Spence? Should I fuck him now or make him wait?”

Spencer was usually the nice one, usually, but a smirk crept up his face. “Make him wait.”

“You asshole!” Ollie lightly smacked his chest with the back of his hand. “Come on, please, you’re killin’ me!” The pout on his face was equally pathetic and adorable.

Fuck, he couldn’t resist that look. He lightly pushed Ollie onto his back.

“You coward, stand your ground!” Spencer laughed, voice still breathy.

“Like you could resist if you were in my place.” Plum took his cock and slowly eased it inside of Ollie’s cunt. He never could just shove it right in like they do in porn. Ollie was small and fragile, the only padding on his body being his thighs and ass. He couldn’t take rough, at least not at first, and definitely not from someone as large as Plum.

But, slowly, he made his way in, lifting Ollie’s hips to meet his, adjusting for every hiss of pain, every gasp of pleasure. His hands wrapped around the smaller one’s legs, fingernails gripping into his thighs as he pressed his legs to his chest.

“Fuck, Plum, I love it when you fuck me like this.” Ollie moaned.

Plum began picking up the pace, little by little, slow enough as to not hurt Ollie, but still quick enough to drive him wild.

“Choke me, please.”

God, he wanted to, imagining his hand squeezing against Ollie’s neck brought him closer, but leaning forward like that might mean having to adjust positions and start over at a slower pace. Luckily, Spencer rolled over and wrapped his hand around their sub’s throat. Ollie let out a light thank you, which was quickly interrupted by his raspy moans.

God, Ollie was amazing. The only thing that would be more perfect is if he had thenxock he was meant to have. His thighs were so soft, and the noises he made were simply divine.

“I can’t wait for you to fill me up, sir.”

Plum knew that was code for ‘I can’t take much more, hurry up,’ so he quickened his pace a bit to help speed up his own orgasm. After a minute, he finally felt that sweet release, and Ollie went limp underneath him.

They all laid like that for a while, basking in the afterglow, before Spencer got up. “I’m gonna shower, then go hang out with Penn. Love you guys.”

Then the two were alone, bodies intertwined.

“Hey, did you know David Kelly from Poisoned Youth has a piss fetish?” Plum asked after a while, twirling a lock of Ollie’s fiery red hair around his finger.

“Wait, what?” The disbelief on Ollie’s face was completely worth waking up feeling as shitty as he did.

Plum decided to not tie Jarred’s name to it. After all, he did give him a strangely hot night. “Yeah, apparently at a party, he hooked up with someone and pissed in their mouth during a blowjob.”

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The wife and I were at a swingers club having a good time. We’d played with a few couples and even squared off 1-1 with a couple or two. There was one guy there that night that was giving off the “I’m BI and I’m a bottom” vibe and there was others that seemed to pick up on that vibe as well as I did. One of them was one of the guys’ that we’d been playing with earlier that night. Joe was joking with me, that he bet that if we asked that guy to join us, we could both get a blowjob or maybe more from him.

I asked Joe if he was BI and he said he was but only for getting another guy to blow him. He wasn’t going to return the favor. I asked him if he’d ever fucked a guy and he said a few times but preferred women. He then asked me, and I told him that I had tried it all and there have been a few men to get me to cum by blowing me, most can’t and just get me even hornier and harder than before they started. So they end up either letting me fuck their ass to cum or not cumming in my mouth when I end up sucking them. Joe joked that he’d keep that in mind.

Well I lost the toss and went over to where this guy and his wife was sitting and started talking to them. They were a great couple and actually lived close by to the wife and I. I made up an excuse to get him away from her by asking him to come out to the lobby so I could find a piece of paper to write our number and yahoo name down for future chats and possible play dates. Once out of the main room, I finally asked Tom if he was BI as I’d gotten a “vibe” that he might be as well as a “bottom”. Tom said that he was BI but really didn’t mean to put that feeling out as this was the first time at this club and wasn’t sure how bimales would be treated. As for which he preferred “Top or Bottom”, he said that he went both gaziantep escort ways but most guys couldn’t handle him as a top, so he didn’t try it often. I asked what he meant and he told me that he was rather long but not thick. That is what some women liked about him, besides he could lick pussy very well. I joked with him that most guys could do that and he leaned over like he was going to whisper something and I felt his tongue in my ear. FROM A DISTANCE! Now I knew why women loved playing with him, he had a long cock and tongue!

He then asked who else had gotten the “vibe” he allegedly put off and I told him Joe did. Matter of fact he was hoping that you’d blow him and maybe let him fuck you, like I wanted have done to me. Tom asked me if I was BI and I told him to a point. Meaning I didn’t bottom for just anyone and didn’t do oral to just anyone as some have complained that I use too much “teeth”.

Well Tom agreed with one condition to blow us both in a room, I had to agree to “help clean Tom up” after he blew Joe and I. I agreed we both went back into the main room. We parted ways and I noticed Tom talking to his wife with them both glancing over towards me and Joe. I told Joe that Tom would blow us both but I would stay back so that his wife could join us later. Joe told me that I was a lucky man and that sounded fair. It was agreed that we’d all leave separately so that it wouldn’t seem like anything was going to happen. I knew what room Joe had and would meet him there. I walked over to Tom and told him that I’d told Joe that I’d meet him in his room, as he was staying the night at the club like we were, and that he should act like I was going to play with his wife. Tom smiled and agreed. So one by one, we all left escort gaziantep the room and found our way to Joe’s room.

Tom started sucking Joe after he walked into the room and stroking me. Joe didn’t last too long as he filled Tom’s mouth with cum. Now Joe had asked Tom if he could get a blowjob and fuck his ass and in between sucking Joe’s cock, told him that he didn’t “TOP” much, which was a lie. Now Tom did suck me some and jack Joe off before Joe blew his load into Tom’s mouth. I acted like I was about to cum so Joe decided that he’d better go so that maybe I could hold out for Tom’s wife.

It was agreed that we’d slip across the hall to the wife and I’s room and clean Tom up for his wife to join us. Joe left to go tell Tom’s wife but of course she didn’t plan on joining us and was already busy in another part of the club when Joe got back to the main room.

When we got quietly into my room, I asked Tom what he meant by being too much for most guys to handle. Tom dropped his pants and I saw what appeared to be a 4″ cock, SOFT! He said it would double in length but not get very thick and not any thicker than mine was now. I’m thinking I could handle that size but didn’t know about the length when he said that, just didn’t say it. I guess I’m not the only one that put a “vibe” out. Tom asked me to lay back onto the bed so he could suck me and maybe show me what the women liked with his tongue.

After a bit, I felt him go lower between my legs and start to lick my ass. I felt his tongue going deep into me then back to my cock. Finally he started to try and finger my ass but it was tight despite the fact that I was trying to relax. Tom asked me if I was ready to cum as he wanted my load. I told him to “go gaziantep escort bayan for it”, thinking he’d lube his finger to fuck me. Well I was partly right, he did lube some fingers and he did start to fuck my ass, but then he stopped. He stood up and asked me if he could “really go for it”. Tom was completely hard now and was 8-9″ long but still not thick but fully hard. Tom also stood up with a rubber in his hand, indicating that he’d hoped to be able to put it on when I said “yes” to him. I agreed to try but that I’d never had that long of a cock in me before.

Tom said most guy couldn’t but he knew went to stop pushing, so he lubed the rubber up with more lube, lifted my legs and started to push into me. I was taking him slowly deeper and deeper, when Tom said that he was about 6-7″ in me and wondered if I could take the rest. I gripped the bed and nodded. With that, I felt him bottom out into me. Tom had a smile on his face knowing that he’d gotten all into me and that I was enjoying all of him. He slowly picked up the pace and said that he was about to cum. I told him that my legs, which were being held up were cramping and I needed to stop. That is when Tom’s smile faded but pulled out. Tom started to take the rubber off thinking he was done, and I got on all 4’s and told him that I got to top in a minute. With that Tom stopped what he was doing, as he’d not gotten it off yet, got behind me and slowly pushed back deep into my ass. Rocking back and forth into me, he picked up the pace till he couldn’t go any more and exploded into the rubber. After he pulled out and wiped the mess off, he tossed me a rubber and told me that if I wanted in him…safety first.

I grabbed the lube and put it on my rubber and looked up to see Tom on all 4’s. Now I didn’t last as long as he did in me, but we both enjoyed ourselves.

Tom and his wife come over from time to time and as she’s also BI like my wife, we all play. Sometimes, Tom and I play alone without the girls, and those times are very enjoyable also.

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“You know this was a good idea buddy. I don’t know why the fuck we didn’t think to do this years ago.” Gene shouted running to the ship’s bow and lifting himself up on the railing. He loved the feeling of the crisp sea breeze beating against his face and rifling through his short reddish brown hair.

Lance turned his attention from his fishing rod for a moment to look at his shirtless friend. “I’ve been telling you we should have done this for a while. It’s not my fault you kept coming up with excuses is it?”

Gene sighed and turned around. “I suppose not. Go ahead tell me you told me so; get it out of your system.” Gene shrugged dramatically. “It’s not like I wouldn’t be in the middle of giving you a long speech about how I’m always right and you’re always wrong right now if the circumstances were just a little different.”

“Maybe later for the moment I’m just going to enjoy the sea breeze, drink my beer and hope to set the world record for biggest yellow fin tuna ever caught. We’re only about fifty miles from where the record was set you know?” Lance emptied his beer and tossed the empty can into the bag.

“Yeah, you’ve been after a record setting fish since we were what? Like nine? Have you ever even gotten close to a record?” Gene teased.

Lance set his rod into the harness and stood hakkari escort up getting a beer. “Actually I would be tied for the tenth largest catfish caught in Big Bear except they don’t count ties. The guy who set the record holds it until someone beats him.” Lance answered before tossing a beer to his friend.

Gene caught the beer. “Well isn’t that special.” He feigned a smile and sank down to his ass glancing over his shoulder for a moment. “Don’t you need to actually be near the rod encase something bites?”

“It’ll be fine. Worst case scenario I lose my bait and maybe my rod but I doubt that. Since when do you care about my fishing anyway?” Lance quirked a brow as he walked toward Gene with his own beer.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I don’t give a shit about your fishing. I prefer my food to come already dead and in neat plastic packaging. But you get so fucking pissy when something breaks.” Gene taunted.

Lance sat down beside his friend and cracked open his beer. “You should talk. Someone so much as gets a smudge on your truck and you turn into an incredible douche.” Lance said dryly. “Enough of that though. Cheers.”

“Cheers.” The two men responded before slamming their cans together. A moment later both of them had more beer on them and in them and hakkari escort bayan the neither can quite made it into the bag. “Great now I’m all wet.”

“There’s nobody around for miles, no reason to keep your shirt on.” Lance replied nudging his friend.

Gene half smiled as he peeled his shirt off and tossed it aside. “If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you did this on purpose.”

Lance replied with a shrug. “Don’t you think if I was doing it on purpose I’d just pour an entire beer on your crotch? Then it would taste even better when I suck it.”

“You know you suck at sweet talk.” Gene spat playfully.

“I’m sorry, when exactly did you turn a little bitch?” Lance asked. “What happened to I think you’re sexy, you think I’m sexy and we get to skip past all that namby pamby bullshit?”

“Oh, I like it when you talk dirty.” Gene grumbled before grabbing Lance by the shoulders and pulling him into a kiss. Lance cupped his friend’s face in his hands holding him close while he thrust his tongue into Gene’s mouth. The two men vied for position for several moments before Lance allowed Gene to straddle him. “Pinned ya.”

Lance smiled straining up against his friend slightly. “I let you pin me.”

“Oh did you know?” Gene smiled down at Lance. escort hakkari “You know that means I get to go first.”

Lance smirked. “Whatever makes you think I have a problem with that?”

Gene shook his head and started unbuttoning his pants. “Well I know I hate having to wait.” He tossed his pants and boxers aside. “I get antsy. Impatient. Irritable.”

“Oh shut up.” Lance sat up cradling Gene’s sack in one hand while the other wrapped around his shaft. He looked up at his friend and started stroking him twisting his wrist just before he reached the head. “You just like getting your dick sucked.” Lance said before opening his mouth and engulfing Gene’s cock. Lanced worked his way down inch by inch until his nose was pressed against Gene’s pelvis then slowly backed off before repeating the feet. The look on his lover’s face was worth all the practice it had taken to get to the point where swallowing seven inches of hard flesh was easy. Lance stopped again with just the tip of Gene’s cock swirling his tongue all around the crown of Gene’s cock. There was an intense feeling of satisfaction when Gene started twitching and then moaning. Lance grinned up at Gene steadily picking up the pace. Gene’s cock was starting to pulse and his leg was tensing. It would only be another couple of moments and Lance meant to enjoy those last few moments as Gene’s face contorted into an expression that looked like a blend of euphoria and agony while he came. Lance held him in place until he finally relaxed and leaned back against the railing of the ship.

“Holy shit.” Gene whispered. “We should go fishing every fucking weekend.”

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The restaurant was quiet, dark and opulent. Rod followed his instructions to the letter and I ate the biggest and thickest steak I’d ever seen or even heard of. Rod chuckled with an evil tone. “I see you still appreciate good meat. You’ve proven that already quite completely.” I said nothing but I could feel my face burning. Rod continued: “Three years ago, when I was a Freshman, I was where you are now. With one difference. I was not a submissive, as you are. But, I was trapped by the same people, the same professors as you, under similar circumstances. Now, I’ve learned that the world is run by such people and they are very powerful, indeed. They can BREAK anyone they please or they can reward anyone who pleases them. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I nodded as indeed I did know that powerful people can be valuable friends. Or dangerous opponents.

Rod put his hand under the tablecloth. Our booth was in the very back and quite dark, except for a single candle, flickering. His hand ran up my thigh and grabbed my crotch. He found my cock already hard. I moaned softly.

Rod chuckled again, and squeezed my throbbing meat. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You little slut! You sweet cocksucking cum dumpster. Have you seen the effect you have on those professors? karabük escort The way you FUCK and SUCK drives THEM mad with lust. You can play on those emotions. Yes, you’ll have to go back to class next semester because you’ll have new courses and different professors. But, THESE professors hold the real power here.”

“How?” I asked.

“They have something on everybody here! Sexual scandals or financial problems. Nobody’s perfect, you know. They run their classes as they please but they bow and scrape before the power. So you might have to do some studying, but if you get into a problem, they’ll have your ASS covered. As long as you make that ass wriggle for them and keep swallowing all the cum they please, you’re untouchable by everybody else.”

“EVERYBODY else?” I whispered. He laughed again, softly.

“Everybody but me, slut. And baby, I’ve got plans for you.” He grinned. I shivered.

“Like?” I asked, quietly.

Rod squeezed my cock again as he continued: “There’s a couple of Fraternity’s that love to sample a tight ass and hot mouth like yours. Some Sorority types, too.”

I whimper more as Rod’s fingers knead my cock. “It’s a good thing that you keep that boi body so taut and totally shaved. karabük escort bayan We are probably gonna make you go full sissy for the Frat Rats. They’ll pay good money for your whore ass.

THREE NIGHTS LATER

The music was deafening. The booze and beer was flowing freely along with other substances. There was a stage and a slick pole and me crawling in hands and knees in total sissy mode. wig, thong, spiked platform heels, lipstick, false eyelashes, a tiny crop top that accentuated my pecs and gave me some clevage. I wasn’t the only sissy present. There were no biological girls present.

I also was pretty buzzed. That was good because not only did it make me feel totally slutty snd whorish but it made me relax and that would be important when…

The first cock that plowed into my asshole was what could be called a “woman tamer” and I was very glad I’d taken the time to lube up. This Jock was the Quarterback and he was slapping my ass and howling his lust as I groveled beneath his dominance and I loved it. Another Jock knelt beside me on that stage and fed me his cock, first to get it wet, then to just rub it all over my face in front of everyone. Then he blew his load all over my face as the crowd roared.

THEN, escort karabük he stood over my prostrate body and in a moment I felt HOT liquid splashing on my body as the crowd roarded louder. The liquid smelled of asparagus. I guess he was eating healthy. The hot PISS slowly moved from my back to my face.

The cock in my asshole exploded and I felt the hot cum coat my guts and dribble out. Another cock slammed into me. I screamed and the crowd went wild. I saw Rod with his video camera and I knew my professors would soon be glorying in my defilement.

I looked around the room and saw the other sissies in various stages of humiliating submission. Some had both holes stuffed with hard cock and their hands were full of cockmeat, cocks spurting cum everywhere: Into assholes, across upturned faces, into hot mouths. I was suddenly yanked to my feet by two burly older men. Some Fraternity boy’s dads probably.

But these were serious dudes. I was afraid and horny, both. They dragged me off to a large shower room and scrubbed me head to foot, every square inch. Then they rammed an enema tube up my ass and pumped me full of hot soapy fluid. The more fluid that filled me, the harder my cock got. I was being used like the cockslut I am. I never felt more free.

The two men slammed my ass on the toilet. As I violently expelled, my mouth was used over and over. Cum dribbled down from both sides of my mouth and splashed across my face. They slapped my face with their hands and cocks. My nipples were twisted until I cried, hot hard tears. My tears mixed with their cum.

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The cold steel of the barbell bit into shoulders unaccustomed to bearing it. Its tension pressed downward, manifesting first in the heat of exertion, and then the quivering of overexertion. Eli realised that he had crossed into over exertion at the very bottom of his squat. His ass, jutting out in an approximation of good form, would not lift.

Eli had picked up the basics through YouTube fitness videos, which he had initially watched for reasons less than noble. The words of these bodybuilding gurus, grunted out as they sweatily heaved plate-stacked barbells through various movements, thick thigh muscles flowing in rigid waves, came back to him: “press through your heels.”

He pressed through his heels, the strain popping a vein on his forehead and sheening him with a patina of sweat. The bar didn’t budge, and was now biting deeper into his pained shoulders. Pain blossomed from those points and spread through tensed muscle, while darkness crept into the corner of his vision. He tried to take a breath but felt the weight press even the oxygen out his body, through quivering lips.

Suddenly, his light was blocked, and the bar shot upwards, with him attached. A clank announced its re-racking, and a warm pressure announced a sizeable hand on his shoulder.

“You okay mate?” asked a gravelled voice.

As the blood returned to Eli’s brain, the gym floor took shape. As did the towering figure of a man, impossibly big, who had blocked his light and plucked the barbell from his shoulder. Eli rubbed his eyes, then watched the room and man take the exact same shape as before.

Embarrassed by his small size, Eli came to the gym late at night when it was typically empty. He thought he had been alone, until this giant had materialised out of thin air to save him from a pathetically light squat.

“Ah… yeah,” he squeaked out. “Thanks for the assist. Obviously overdid it a bit.”

Eli cast a glance over his shoulder at the barbell, noting his saviour’s barbell racked at the room’s far end. A thin weight sat at either side of his bar. Large masses of steel crowded for space on the other barbell. He must be lifting ten times what had just driven Eli into the ground.

Eli returned his gaze to mountain of muscle still standing in front of him. A black beard, flecked with strong greys, gave shape to an impressive jaw, over which sat piercing blue-grey eyes. He was bald, but obviously by choice given the dark stubble marking the masculine point of a widow’s peak. His chest swelled outwards from his body, accentuated by the thin vest whose straps sat in the ridges of bulging shoulder muscles. The pecs themselves jutted hugely out, barely covered by sweat-stained fabric, through which two thick nipples could be seen. The swollen rounds of these nipples, crowning the pecs’ mountainous peaks, wiped away Eli’s dizziness, and inspired a rising hardness in his tight training shorts.

A smile wiped the concern from the man’s face, causing Eli to realise that he had been staring, awe struck, for more than a few seconds.

“S-Sorry,” he stammered, “bloods… um… only just coming back to my head, I think.”

“Don’t worry mate,” the response came. “Did you injure yourself, or did the muscles just give out when you tried to push up?”

“Oh, I think I’m okay, I just pressed and pushed and … didn’t move.”

“No harm done so,” came the response. “Be careful about taking squats to failure though, you should always leave two or three reps in the tank when you’re under a weight. Nothing’s going to stop your gains more than an injury.”

His rescuer lifted an arm to scratch the back of his head, showing a thick darkness of underarm hair, from which a single drop of hard-earned sweat dropped. Under the stark gym lights, each line of his bicep and tricep were etched in relief, the alternating peaks and valleys of his arm. Eli had never seen an arm so big to support what could only be described as a landscape of muscle. As he dropped his arm back to his side, Eli couldn’t help but stare at how far it jutted from his body. The huge bulging curve of his upper arm sat against the swollen outer rim of his pec. The muscles were so big, and in such competition with each other, that he could barely place his arms by his side. Eli felt tiny next to him, like a doll or pet, not even the same species as this musclebound gym god.

Eli’s cock had crept down his thigh and stiffened to painful hardness, pressing visibly against his shorts. In a short burst of clarity, he took a quick step back and sat on a nearby bench. This half hid his erection, but put him face to face with monstrously sized bulge.

Feeling a flush assaulting his cheeks, Eli hunched his shoulders and took in a deep breath, pretending he was still puffed after his failed squat. With his head between his legs, he surreptitiously adjusted his package, easing his erection into his waistband.

“Yeah…” Eli said softly, “I don’t know if I’ve made any gains worth losing.

“Let me have a look,” came the voice from kars escort above, this time accompanied by a

hand.

“Adam,” he offered, shaking Eli’s then while pulling him up from the bench and back to his feet.

“Eli.”

Vision and cognitive functions now restored, Eli finally and fully took in the sheer enormity of the mountain of muscle before him. His small hand was swallowed by muscle calloused shovels. He must loom at least a foot and half above Eli’s petite 5″ 2′, and was several times wider. Eli’s slight, thin frame was completely eclipsed by over 350 pounds of shiny, sweat soaked muscle.

Peeking over at his station, Eli realised that he was lighter than Adam’s warm-up weights. He could have picked Eli up like a rag doll if he wanted to. In fact, Eli realised, he already had when he lifted him out of his failed squat.

“Nice to meet you Eli. Do you mind if I take a look at you in the light?”

Confused about what exactly was happening, and still greedily taking in this giant’s proportions, Eli nodded assent.

From above, Adam scrutinised him. Under his gaze, Eli felt tiny, as if Adam’s obscenely swollen muscles were getting bigger second by second, and his own tiny frame shrinking. He was barely level with the twin rounds of Adam’s pecs, which bounced, splashing Eli with sweat, as Adam moved his way around him.

Adam was so close that Eli could see the curled black body hair peeking out from under his tank top, could smell his hot sweat. Eli had an impulse to bury his head between Adam’s pecs, to nestle between them, suck in aroma of sweat. He wanted to be shoved into them, to feel a hand at the back of his head, far too powerful to resist, rubbing his face between them. He wanted to take a thick nipple into his mouth, to taste the sweat of a real workout.

He resisted any such urge, and was rewarded with Adam’s hand probing the bare skin of his shoulder.

“Here,” Adam said, tracing the small curve of his shoulder muscle, “is the evidence of your shoulder presses.”

Adam’s finger followed the curve of the muscle downward to where it connected to Eli’s non-existent pec. “And here,” he said, pressing gently, “would be your lateral raises, and here,” he added, his finger reaching the fabric of his tank, “is the beginning of a pec, and the memory of a few chest presses.”

Eli’s cock fought vainly with the elastic of his waistband, harder than the iron which had bit into his shoulders.

“Can you really see process?” he asked.

“Of course,” Adam responded. “If you challenge your body, it will grow to the challenge. And I presume you want to grow?”

Eli nodded.

“Well, there are lots of ways to challenge the body, and lots of ways to force it to grow, to grow even bigger than it wants to be. Here.”

With one hand, Adam pushed the fabric of his tank top aside, revealing the full basketball sized globe of his pec. With the other, he reached forward and took Eli’s hand, placing it on the pec.”

“So that’s a pec, right?” Adam asked.

Eli nodded again, feeling the pulsing strength under his slight fingers, his hand tiny, miniscule, on Adam’s monstrous body.

“Right, in a way,” Adam said. “Feel with your fingers.”

Adam trailed his fingers over the pec, pressing slightly, feeling the individual chords of muscle. In one pass, his little finger trailed over Adam’s nipple, which he felt stiffen and quiver under its touch.

“What do you feel?” Adam asked.

Eli repeated the movement, brushing the plump nipple two more times.

“I feel … the individual muscles. Like … strings, or rope.”

Adam grinned. “That’s right, not one muscle, but a collection. Loads and loads of them tied together. Lots of different knots. And lots of ways to strengthen them. If you keep doing the same two or three movements, you’re only working on a handful of them. If you can really challenge your body, the whole thing, every inch of muscle then … then you grow.”

Adam dropped his voice, and looked Eli right in the eye. “Then you grow like fucking crazy,” he continued, “because your body knows that it’s dealing with a crazy person that’s going to do the same thing the next day and the next and the next until it kicks into gear. And it …Um.”

Eli realised his hand was still on Adam’s pec. He dropped it quickly.” “Sorry,” Eli said.

Adam laughed again. “It’s just a muscle, don’t worry. And it helps, really helps, to feel what you’re building. You don’t get that kind of inspiration from a magazine or a picture.

“No,” Eli said. “No that was, … that was kind of amazing,” he blurted out, “to feel your muscle, I mean, under my hand, feel it rise and fall and tense and harden and … and just feel how big it is.”

Adam raised an eyebrow at him, but the beginning of a smile had started at the side of his lips.

“Well, you’re training legs, right? We can’t let you leave this gym without getting back under that bar and conquer your fears. Let’s get you pumped kars escort bayan up to tackle it.”

Adam eased into a lunge, the meat of his thigh pressing past his shorts and into the gym light, causing the weight of his bulge to press heavily against the tightened fabric. If Eli had been shocked by the size of his arms, his thighs were … incomparable. A single thigh must have been larger than Eli himself, or at least weighed as much in hard, flowing muscle.

“Repeat the experiment,” Adam said, gesturing to his thigh.

Eli, so horny and confused that he was barely conscious, leaned forward and placed a hand, then the second hand, on Adam’s thigh muscle, running his finger over the sweat-slick surface, feeling every bulge and ridge.

“That is twenty years of hard weight training in that thigh,” Adam said. He rocked his stance forward and backward, letting Eli feel the contraction and swelling of the muscle. While he did so, Adam’s bulge pulsed. Eli realised from the way that his bulge sat and shifted in his shorts that Adam wasn’t erect. He wondered if he could get bigger, losing himself in a quick fantasy of what that tantalizing bulge would look like without the shorts, then without the underwear. Then, for the second time, Eli felt himself lifted off the ground.

“Right,” Adam said, “get back under that bar.”

Eli did as he was told, an instinct he didn’t know he had placing his shoulders

immediately in the correct position.

“Drop,” Adam commanded. And Eli did. “Hold it …hold it … and up,” and Eli shot up. He dropped and shot up again and again, shattering his previous best, finding energy he didn’t know he had. He could feel the strain of muscle in his own thighs, twigs next to Adam’s trunks, but still burning with a small strength, some of the same strength he had felt under his hands.

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

Eli hobbled up the stairs, his legs barely functioning after his Adam-led workout. Between sets, he watched Adam squat his own bar, the weight on either side so heavy that they curved the steel of the struggling barbell, which Adam lifted each time with a loud grunt.

As he was about to turn off for the changing rooms, he felt Adam’s hand on his

back, steering him to a different room.

“The physio room,” Adam explained. “I was a personal trainer here, many

years ago, but they still let me use it. You’re going to need some attention after…challenging yourself like that.”

Eli was used to feeling stiff after workouts, but this time he was barely mobile. He had never even approached the feats of strength that he had been able to achieve under Adam’s guidance. For each exercise, Adam had him place his hand on the corresponding muscle, allowing Eli to feel it bulge, contract and flow. This was supposed to demonstrate how the muscle moved and changed during the exercise, but all Eli truly felt was surging waves of arousal and power, as if by being close to Adam’s huge frame he could borrow some small amount of its strength. The need to channel this, and to impress the watchful giant, had unlocked energy stores he didn’t know he had.

“A few final, but very important exercises,” Adam announced, closing the door behind him.

He advanced on Eli, hooked his finger under the strap of his tank, and lifted it gently off his head. He then took his own off, dropped his shorts, and motioned for Eli to do the same. They stood facing each other, Eli struggling to maintain eye contact when a veritable mound of manhood bulged from Adam’s underwear. A quick glance revealed that the waistband was so strained by its package that the elastic had split. The waistband sagged off Adam’s body, driven down by the weight of his bulge, and revealing a hint of flesh.

With a firm grip, Adam turned Eli around, where he made eye contact with his reflection. A giant mirror ran the length of the far side of the room.

“Flex,” Adam commanded. “You have to see the muscle, to connect the pain with the sight of them growing. And you have to see what it can become.”

With that, Adam leaned back into a classic bodybuilder’s pose, hips thrust out,

shoulders set back, and those gargantuan arms spread and flexed.

Like a puppet, Eli saw himself mimicking the same movement, his own twiggy arms vainly flexing, trying to produce a curve of muscle to compete with the hills of Adam’s biceps.

Adam’s arms were more animal than human, like a drawing from an anatomy textbook. Masses of muscle, swollen to impossible sizes, competed with each other for space on his physique. Eli had an urge to reach up and grasp one of those muscle mountains, to be lifted from the floor and feel, under his small hands, every millisecond of effort, every flexing fibre, that it took.

For now, he dutifully complied with his orders, going through every pose that Adam’s reflection mapped out for him. Maybe it was in his head, but even after just one workout, he could see a difference. The slight raising of muscles, escort kars the feeling of them being full, some definition where previously there was none.

“How do you feel,” Adam asked, dropping his arms back to his side, his triceps bouncing against his pecs.

Eli turned around to him. “Good,” I think. “Sore, really sore, but also…”. “Full?” Adam suggested.

“Yes! Full, like …” Eli started, searching for words. “Like when you carry an empty backpack, and it just kind of… flops around on your back. But when you fill it, even though its heavier and costs more effort, it just feels… right.”

Adam grinned. “That’s one I haven’t heard before, but yes, that sounds about right. So, you’re saying you want to be filled then, that you don’t want to ‘flop around’.” Heat scorched Eli’s cheeks, while Adam’s grin grew wider. He swayed his hips slightly, pulling Eli’s gaze to the heavy bulge flopping side to side.

Eli turned his head to see his reflection again, taking in his small body, completely dominated by the giant in front of him. Adam raised his arms, pressing each fist into his side, assuming a superman pose. His muscles swelled in response, bursting with strength, with command, with eroticism. Clark Kent wouldn’t have compared with him.

Eli’s erection was a painful iron bar, and had long since slipped free of his waistband’s elastic.

Eli turned back to Adam. “I want to be filled,” he said. “In every way. But I need to feel… I need to fill that strength. I need to feel what I’ll be able to do.” Adam raised his eyebrow and shifted his grin to a smirk. “Is that so?” he asked. Well I can think of a way to accomplish that.

Adam took a step forward and put each hand around Eli’s waist. His hands

were so big that his fingers connected, just at the point above Eli’s buttocks. Eli squirmed slightly, further aroused by the roughness of Adam’s barbell-earned callouses.

Without blinking, Adam lifted Eli into the air, holding him in front of him

without a single sign of strain. Eli’s cock was hard, harder than it had ever been. It even felt full, bigger, as if it had been through the ringer of Adam’s workout.

With Eli in hand, Adam started lifting him in a slow motion. Keeping his arms straight, Adam raised Eli in arc until he was above his head, then slowly lowered him again through the same arc. He repeated it, until, in the last raise, he felt Eli’s erect cock, through the fabric of his straining underwear, graze his head.

Adam half lowered Eli, keeping him helpless hanging in front of him. His face had morphed into a scowl, suddenly terrifying when paired with his gigantic size.

“What do you think you’re playing at? Is this turning you on?”

Eli sputtered out a no, casting his eyes downward. His cock got even harder in response.

Adam dropped Eli to his feet, then put one hand roughly under his chin, tilting his head upwards. He flexed the other arm, pumping upwards and downwards, flooding the muscle with blood and causing it to bulge hugely.

“What about this little man. Is this turning you on?” Eli, confused, squeaked another no.

“Climb on,” Adam commanded, lowering to one knee. Without a thought, Eli stepped forward and placed his hands over the peak of Adam’s bicep, just as he had made him do in the weights room. This time, however, Adam pushed himself back off the floor, standing to full height and bringing Eli with him. Eli’s dangled from the peak of Adam’s muscle, his legs flailing underneath him.

The lift had brought him close to Adam, and he could feel the wind of his breath when, into his ear, he whispered, “And what about now… are you turned on now.” Eli swallowed and nodded.

Keeping the arm from which Eli hung flexed, Adam took off his underwear with the other. Eli only heard the loud slap of flesh as whatever monster had been half contained in them was released.

“Look down,” Adam commanded.

Eli obeyed. From his vantage, he was looking at Adam’s manhood through the valley between his pecs, following the trail of grey and black hair down, between the crevices of his abs, and finally to what it crowned. Even in the depraved cartoon porn that Eli sometimes watched, with impossibly massive men and manhoods, Eli had never seen a cock so big. It hung heavily from his body, like a python, thick and incredibly long. It was as if Adam had found a way to work it out too, as if there was some exercise he had been doing for twenty years to bloat it with such size.

As Eli stared, it got bigger, thickening even more and lifting upwards until it reared from between Adam’s thighs, crisscrossed by bulging veins.

Adam lowered Eli to the ground, bringing him face to face with his monstrous erection. While he stood there, a dribble of precum emerged from its tip. Eli could smell its sweetness.

Eli was so hypnotised by it that he hardly noticed it moving rapidly to the side, until it came back, with speed, to slap him in the face. He was nearly knocked to the ground by the blow. The next one succeeded.

Sprawled on the floor, his cheeks pained, Eli looked up. Adam stood over him, a tower of muscle. A hand approached him, yanking him back to his feet. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Adam asked, pressing Eli’s face into the sweaty underside of his pecs.

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It involves elements of incest, alcohol, medication, safe and unsafe sex, and questionable consent. All characters are at the legal age of 18 or older.

*

I woke up sometime in the morning to the feeling of movement in the bed. It wasn’t unfamiliar at all. Lauren would often pounce on my bed to wake me up with some affectionate and playful cuddling. Other times, I slept right through that and would only wake up by the time she shifted around to climb back out of the bed.

The bedframe continued squeaking for another moment, so I rolled over and awfully slowly opened my eyes. The window curtains were drawn back and sunlight was flooding into the room. It took my vision a few seconds to adjust to the brightness, but soon enough, I could see the outline of someone tall and bulky standing nearby.

I was confused and couldn’t quite figure out what I was looking at, but after a little longer, I recognized the person. It was Uncle Matt, and he was casually standing next to the bed and doing some stretching exercises in my room, while being completely naked.

“Wah…what the…what are you doing?” I questioned him with my trembling soft voice. I couldn’t help but yawn right after speaking, I was so very tired. “Why are you…like that?” I asked while reluctantly looking at his nude body. “And, why are you doing your exercises…here?”

“Oh, good morning babygirl. You should do some stretching too, it’s healthy for the joints,” he casually explained without a pause.

The fact that he was in my room was clearly concerning. I couldn’t dismiss the possibility that he had forced himself on me at some point. While he was talking, I briefly raised my blanket to give myself a quick inspection. My chest wasn’t covered in any way, but I could see I was still wearing my underwear. As such, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was reassuring, since it gave me confidence in the fact we didn’t have sex. Of course, I had no idea how wrong I was at the time.

It was in that moment however, that I noticed it wasn’t normal that I had to check what I was wearing. I couldn’t remember what I wore to bed. In fact, I could barely remember anything of what happened for most of the previous day.

There were some vague memories of taking notes in class, and dealing with bad customers at work, but that summed up the entirety of what I could remember clearly. Strangely enough, it didn’t seem to bother me too much.

“Since you’re still in bed,” my uncle said, “How about a quickie before anything else? I’ll be in-and-out before you know it.”

“Wah?” I was at a loss for words. “What, no! Gross, that’s disgusting. Don’t even think about it. I can’t believe you would even ask such a thing.”

“Fine, suit yourself.”

I had no way of knowing, but I was still under the mild influence of the antidepressants. Instead of having a very understandable panic attack, I just felt… unusual. It was weird that I couldn’t remember much. As far as I was concerned, it could simply have been another side effect of the hangover I nursed a day ago. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter, since at least I avoided having intercourse with my uncle. Or so I thought.

I groggily crawled my way out of bed, and could feel my muscles aching and complaining. I was glad my uncle kept himself busy with his exercises, so I could clumsily make my way to the bathroom. As I opened the door, I spotted Lauren already inside. She stood by the sink mirror and was putting on her makeup. She immediately greeted me with a warm smile.

“Hey! Good morning. How are you? Did you have a nice evening yesterday?” she asked excitedly. Though once she turned to actually look back at me, she was instantly taken aback already. I was still in a drowsy state, so I didn’t notice it, but I was still wearing nothing more than yesterday’s pair of underwear. My breasts were out in the open and had a few spots with visible kiss marks imprinted on my pale skin.

“Hey to you, too,” I replied followed by another weary yawn. “Yeah, I’m good…just still a little hungover, I guess? I didn’t expect it to last this long, but ah well…” I trailed off as I closed the door behind myself. I wanted to be sure that my pervert of an uncle wouldn’t be able to join us in the bathroom. “I’m not sure how my evening was…it’s hard to put into words,” I told her as I peeled down my underwear and sat down on the toilet.

I wasn’t even sure why, since I didn’t feel like I had to pee. But, within seconds I could feel a gradual trickle of something warm escaping me. I didn’t pay any attention to it and neither did Lauren. As such, neither of us noticed the translucent mass of gooey cum that escaped my slit. My uncle’s cum, all of it. The stuff had been inside me the entire night, so the consistency was mostly liquid.

“That’s okay,” she said. “I’ll catch you outside when you’re done,” Lauren added after applying the finishing touches of her makeup. “I’m happy for you!” she izmir escort bayan said quickly before turning away and leaving the room.

“All right. I’ll be out with you soon!”

I could tell that she wanted to say something else, but it felt difficult to think clearly. I felt tired. I figured that a good cup of coffee would help me return to my usual self. There was also still a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, which made me feel like I forgot something important.

It was actually a very important detail, too. Since the one thing I remained unaware of, was that my uncle did successfully have sex with me — and came inside of my vagina. The clock was ticking for me, since I was running out of time to purchase a morning after pill.

There was some bittersweet irony in the fact that I was gloating to myself about not letting my uncle touch me, while in the very same moment, I was waiting for the last of his cum to leak out of my pussy.

Once that was done, I used toilet paper to wipe my vulva clean from any remnants. Which meant that the last trace that could have helped me to figure out the truth, was now gone. I unknowingly removed the final evidence that my uncle had fucked me bareback.

I was none the wiser.

Afterwards, I returned to the sink, brushed my teeth, and did the rest of my morning routine. It took a while, but by the time I was finished, I could already smell the scent of fresh breakfast throughout the apartment. So when I left the bathroom and approached the living room area, I already felt like I was starving for some good food.

“There she is,” my uncle said while glancing my way, just as he was carrying another plate to the table. There was a familiar assortment of pancakes, croissants, fresh crispy bacon, and even another plate full of scrambled eggs. They were still so hot that I could see the steam wafting into the air. The aroma was divine as well, the bacon and eggs created such a distinctive scent that brought me right back to my childhood. It was an amazing flash of nostalgia.

“Yeah,” I replied. It was awkward since I wasn’t sure if Lauren knew that he had slept in my room. For all I know, it could have been something we somehow agreed upon a day ago. I would have no way of knowing, not with my memory being such an unpleasant mess. “Good morning,” I said quietly, just to make it sound like he wasn’t literally the first thing I had seen after waking up. “Did you make all this?”

“Yup,” he replied. “While you girls were hiding together. I figured someone’s gotta make sure we’re not running on an empty stomach all day. You girls didn’t prepare any food yesterday either. I don’t understand. What do you two usually eat?”

“Cereals,” I said. “Sometimes some toast, or we just wait until it’s lunch time and get something at Starbucks. Why?” Since Lauren was already seated and staring at the food, I didn’t want to make her wait any longer. I sat down by her side, after which my uncle took a seat as well. Once again, this felt oddly pleasant. Just like a family that enjoyed a nice breakfast together.

“You should eat healthier,” he pointed out. “Nutrition is important, especially for a girl your age. It’s important for your growth too, in… all areas.” I caught him glancing at my naked chest, he wasn’t making much of an attempt to be subtle. I couldn’t tell if he was mocking me, teasing me, or if this was his kind of humor.

“Uh-huh,” I replied. “I’m pretty sure I’m well past puberty, there’s not much that will continue to grow even if I eat a lot. Except for my stomach if I don’t watch my calories. Sorry to disappoint,” I told him.

“Hey now,” Lauren interrupted. She glanced back and forth between him and me a few times before continuing. “Your uncle made breakfast, I think that’s awesome and like a sign of peace… it wouldn’t hurt for both of you to get along a little better, right? I’m sure you’re both just under a lot of stress, yeah.” She looked back at me in particular. “You could always just take another of the…you know? To take the edge off.”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant. Another bottle of beer, perhaps? Uncle Matt looked at her with piqued interest, he also didn’t know what she might be referring to.

“That wouldn’t exactly help me,” I said. “Getting drunk didn’t help last time either.”

“That’s not what I meant, I –“

She was interrupted by my cellphone which began vibrating on the counter. It was the alarm I used to remind me when it was time to leave the apartment.

“Crap, now?” I cursed. “Hold your thought, we should continue this conversation later.” I was in the middle of grabbing my keys and leaving the apartment, when Lauren called for me once more. She looked at me for a good few seconds before she noticed that I had no idea what she wanted to say.

“Your clothes,” she pointed out.

It was only then that I realized I was still wearing nothing more than my panties.

“Oh.”

I could izmir escort scarcely believe how scatter-brained I was. The only sense of comfort came from the fact that with every passing minute, I could feel myself improving and getting better. It would probably still take a few more hours before I was back to my normal self, but who knows, maybe I just really needed that cup of coffee I thought about earlier.

“Right, thanks!” I said with an embarrassed blush on my cheeks. It only took a few more minutes before I was finally dressed, and then got to leave.

It turned out to be a pretty unremarkable day beyond that. I arrived at my college just in time, obediently took notes, and learned a few new things. My laptop wasn’t charged to full — another thing I forgot to take care off — but I still managed to get by just fine.

After that, my routine continued and I showed up for my job at the library.

At some point during all that, I could feel vague pieces of my memory coming back to me. There wasn’t anything concrete, and it certainly wasn’t one coherent chunk that I could easily understand, but it still began to form an image. I was able to figure out what happened during that mysterious time.

I spent most of the evening with Lauren, both of us sitting on the couch together and feeling comfortable. I remembered watching a movie with her. After that, I remember being in my bedroom, alone with Uncle Matt. The only other image I could conjure, was of him being on top of me and repeatedly smashing his hips into my crotch.

Back in the present, I immediately ran off into a quiet corner of the library.

This couldn’t be right, how could I forget something like that? The thought that I had sex with him was revolting. Especially since I couldn’t recall if he used protection.

It took me a while to gather my composure and return to work. I didn’t want any of my colleagues to ask why I seemed so distressed. It wouldn’t be easy to explain that my uncle spent the night in my bed. “Nope,” I whispered to myself. That would be a secret I would rather take to my grave someday.

Considering there was a real risk that he didn’t take proper precautions, I waited until my shift was over and then visited the nearest pharmacy. It cost me my last savings, but I purchased a Plan B pill. It simply wasn’t a chance I was willing to take. I checked my calendar to be sure about this. There were only one or two more days before my ovulation might start. Even if the bastard did take advantage of me, I still had enough time to take the emergency contraceptive.

Still, it made me feel so very stupid to do such a thing.

From the very beginning, I said that it would be a bad idea to have my uncle living with us. He was an old pervert with an outdated mindset. He was probably not even aware of any wrongdoing. In his eyes, this was simply the role of every woman — to be a partner. I couldn’t blame Lauren either, she had no idea what he was really like, and she still didn’t truly know him. He showed his true colors only to the person who had the misfortune of dating him.

“Gross, gross!” I repeated to myself on my way back home. I furiously typed angry text messages about him to Lauren, but deleted them each time before I could send them. I didn’t want to sound like a grumpy fool by spamming her with incoherent messages.

When I finally made it back home, I was practically stomping my feet with every step. I made sure to lock the door behind myself, dropped off my bag near the entrance, and took off my jacket. The morning after pill was still in one of the pockets. I made a mental note to take it later with a glass of water, and out of sight from everyone, so that Lauren wouldn’t see me take it.

It was still hard to tell if she was aware that I had sex with him beyond that first time while drunk. And, at least back then she had seen the condom, so she knew I wasn’t being an idiot. I would rather keep it that way, instead of taking a morning after pill in plain view and having her ask me a bunch of questions that I may not even have an answer to.

The whole idea that I had intercourse with my own uncle was still revolting. It certainly wasn’t a topic I wanted to talk about any more than necessary. The sooner I could forget it ever happened, the better.

“Elsie?” I heard Lauren call for me.

“Yeah, I’m there in a second,” I shouted back.

I quickly moved my bag and jacket into my bedroom before taking a peek into the living room. Lauren sat on the couch in front of the TV. There were a few drinks on the table in front of her, as well as a couple snacks.

“You got company?” I asked her. It couldn’t be Uncle Matt, since he probably wouldn’t be home for many more hours. There wasn’t anyone else around, but I knew she had her siblings and cousins visiting every once in a while. I figured it had to be something like that.

“Hm? Oh! No, no it’s nothing like that,” she said and simultaneously escort izmir I could hear some noise coming from the kitchen. It caught me by surprise to see my uncle turning around the corner and approaching from the kitchen, with two cups of tea in his hands. “Talk about timing! See, I told you that Elsie usually comes back home around this time,” she smirked happily.

“Wah, but…” I was stunned to see him home already, way before I made it back. “But why?” He handed one of the cups to Lauren, and extended his arm to offer me the other cup. I glanced at it, and recognized it as fruit tea. I immediately wondered how he knew my favorite drink, but quickly realized that he must have talked with Lauren a lot while I was gone.

“Why not?” he replied as he sat down by her side and grabbed a handful of chips from the nearby bowl. He casually snacked on them while I still stood there, dumbfounded. Since I was beginning to feel like I was the one to make this awkward, I reluctantly sat down as well. My uncle was sitting right between me and Lauren, so I couldn’t even sneakily whisper to her that I needed to talk to her in private.

I looked back down at the fruit tea, and grumpily took a few sips. It wasn’t enough to brighten my mood, but at least it made me feel a little better. I still needed a chance to talk with Lauren. I was also curious to know what she wanted to say this morning considering it seemed like a big deal to her.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“It’s been…” I thought about the uncomfortable feeling I had all day, and how my uncle occupied my thoughts nearly the entire time, and how I ended up purchasing a Plan B for the first time in my life. “It’s been fun, sure, I had a nice day,” I forced myself to say. Even if I wanted to badmouth my uncle, I wouldn’t even have the words to accurately describe how much I regretted having sex with him.

I continued drinking the tea while keeping an eye on the TV. I wasn’t a fan of cold tea, so I always made sure to try and empty the cup while it was still hot. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I gathered my courage to speak up again. “Oh, I almost forgot. What was it that you were gonna say earlier today?”

“You know,” Lauren replied sheepishly. When she noticed that I was still entirely at a loss, she continued. “I wanted to suggest that you could take your antidepressant. It would help you relax. It’s pretty important to deal with stress after all. I have this cousin who nearly went crazy because of stress and-“

“Uhmmm,” I interrupted her. My eyes darted back and forth between her and my uncle, since I certainly didn’t want him to know anything as private as that about me. It was none of his business.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled playfully at me. “I already told him all about it. He was really curious, and I figured you’re dating anyway so it didn’t matter much if he would hear it from me, or from you. Wait…that’s true, right? You don’t mind, do you?”

“Yeah…” I awkwardly mumbled back.

“She’s right,” my uncle spoke while wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer. “There’s no need for secrets, we are all in this together, right?”

I frowned inwardly and held the cup with both hands. It was a nice distraction to feel its heat against my fingers. It was only a shame that I drank nearly all the tea already.

“In fact,” he said as he tightened his arm around me, and practically pressed me up against him. “I think she’s onto something, you really could use some time off to destress. So, while I was in the kitchen, I made sure to drop a quarter of a pill in your tea. You know, to help you relax,” he said while his other hand reached down to gently stroke my thigh. “Especially after I saw yesterday how much that medication can help you.”

At first, I didn’t believe my ears.

Then I looked back down at my nearly empty cup, and wondered what may happen to me after such a dose. It was a relatively small dose, but still. Throughout the entire time, my uncle continued running his hand up and down my thigh. It was only then, that I noticed it didn’t bother me as much as it should. I thought about it some more, and froze when I realized that plenty of time had passed. The medication was probably already doing its job.

“That…no…I’m gonna be right back,” I said weakly as I placed the cup on the table, and walked off to my bedroom. This couldn’t be happening. It didn’t even occur to me that he could use the pills to take advantage of me. On the other hand though, it didn’t matter much, since I needed to play along with anything he wanted anyway.

No, that didn’t sound right.

The stupid pill was clouding my judgment already. I could stand up for myself, and I knew that I should. I even thought about kicking him out of the apartment because he had sex with me once. Or was it twice. If that was the case though, would it hurt if there was a third time?

“The bedroom,” I heard Uncle Matt behind me. He entered the room, and then closed the door behind himself. “You couldn’t even wait until it’s evening, huh? You’re already shaping up to be a good girlfriend. Those pills really do work.”

“That’s not…no, I’m here because I wanted to be alone,” I explained.

“That’s okay, so we will be alone together then, hm?”

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Being a bottom myself, I had never looked at anyone, but tops. My new friend, Shawn, had me feeling some kind of way. It was weird, because he was also a bottom, but there was something about him that turned me on. He wasn’t real masculine, nor did he ever come onto me. Shawn was definitely not someone that I would look twice at.

I mean, he’s cute, but not my type. I had no idea why I was feeling him so. We were both pretty similar when it came to looks. Both of us are around 5’9, about 170lbs, full lips, peanut butter complexions, and asses so fat that a top would kill for. It wasn’t that I wanted him to fuck me, per se, but I did wanna fuck around with him.

One night, we were stuck in the house because of a snow storm, so we decided to chill & watch some movies at his place. Shawn got undressed and was walking around in nothing but a beater & boxer briefs. Damn, he had a fat ass.

Even though I was a bottom, I always had been curious about eating ass. None of the dudes that I fucked with let me do it, so it was always a fantasy of mines. I so wanted something to go down, but didn’t really know how to approach him. I just decided to go with the flow and whatever gümüşhane escort happens, happens.

“Sam, why are you still dressed? You might as well get comfortable. The roads won’t be clear until late tomorrow morning.”

“But, I don’t have anything to change into.”

“So what? Just walk around in your draws. We cool, I don’t care. You ain’t got to worry about me trying to tap that ass.”

“Um, aight.”

I got undressed, and only had on briefs & a t-shirt. I tried to hide the hard on that I was getting from watching Shawn walk around the house and that booty jiggling. The longer that I sat there, the hornier that I got, so I decided to see if I could get something started.

“Shawn, have you ever fucked around with another bottom?”

“No, I haven’t. It’s not that I wouldn’t, but I guess that there hasn’t been any that caught my attention. A lot of dudes walk around saying that they wouldn’t dyke, but if the bottom was sexy enough, I would fuck around.”

“Who would fuck who?”

“I don’t really think that either of us would fuck the other. Probably would be just a hot ass oral session. Some kissing & escort gümüşhane grinding, too.”

I noticed that Shawn’s dick was getting hard, so I went over to him and pulled it out. Damn, for him to be a bottom, this nigga sure was packing! That dick had to be at least 10 inches! It should be a crime not to be using all that meat to please somebody.

I kissed the head, then took as much of it down as I could. Shawn’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he forced me down onto his pipe. My lips touched his pubic hairs, and then I came back up.

We looked into each other’s eyes and passionately kissed. He took the rest of his clothes off and laid me on my back. I shuddered as he went down on me. It had been so long since I had gotten head, that the feeling was kind of new to me. Shawn deep-throated my thick 8 inches, making it sopping wet. He used his spit to jack me off while he licked & sucked on my balls.

Before I knew it, my legs were going in the air, and Shawn’s wide tongue was deep inside of me. Shit, this was some bomb ass head! He flipped me over and started to fuck my face hard. I choked on his big dick, which gümüşhane escort bayan made my asshole twitch.

I took his wet meat out of my mouth and started to eat his ass. There is nothing hotter than an ass eating 69. It was like a contest to see who could get as much tongue up the other’s ass. Both of our holes were dripping, so Shawn disappeared into his room.

I was wondering what was taking him so long, but then he came back with a double head dildo. Shawn spit on my asshole and lubed it up, and then slid the fat dildo head inside of me. It felt as if a huge fire had been put out in my ass. My booty got juicy as he started to fuck me with the dildo. He went to the other side and slid it in himself. This had to be some of the freakiest shit that I had ever done.

We both relaxed ourselves, and then went to work. We were both on our knees and started to back it up. Our fat asses were bouncing off of each other as we got fucked by the fake dick. The both of us started jacking off and not long after, nut shot everywhere.

It was the best orgasm that I have ever had. Shawn wasn’t done yet. He ate me out again, and fucked me with the dildo while I sucked his dick. To have my mouth & ass filled at the same time cause me to have my first anal orgasm! Shawn pulled the dildo out of my ass and sucked it clean.

We cleaned up and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Never in a million years did I think that the best sex of my life would come from another bottom, but it was….

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The Blind Massage sign in the hotel lobby had me salivating when I trudged back in all sweaty and stiff from another day enduring the unrelenting heat and rubble-strewn dysfunction of Indonesian cities.

I was aching from riding the cramped and thumping old buses that serve as public transport and tight-necked from being on guard against the thieves and bandits forever hunting foreign prey.

So I booked the masseur to come to my room in about half an hour – time enough for a shower. Blind people across the archipelago work as masseuses and masseurs – it is one profession they can do in a country which has little or no welfare and even the able-bodied find hard to traverse.

My wife and I visit the country each year on business, and she often has her back and shoulders kneaded in little curtained stalls at airports while we wait for flights. If you travel the country you will become accustomed to seeing teams of these people at transport hubs, clad in bright white doctors’ smocks and jet-black sunglasses.

However, this time I was travelling solo and had been on the road for a few long weeks. I was stiff and lonely and longed for the touch of anyone but the pinching, insistent, grey-fingered beggars.

The fact the hotel offered a masseur instead of a masseuse made it easier, freeing me as it did from any sexual tension which might arise with a woman visiting my room, and any married guilt about enjoying another woman’s touch.

But I also suppose the hotel offering a masseuse would have been unlikely given I was visiting a sternly Muslim area.

In my room upstairs in the wretched rabbit warren, I switched on the only barely functioning window-box air conditioner and showered away the day’s grime and sweat.

Wrapped in a towel, I barely had time to sit before I heard the click-thump of the masseur working his way to my door with the aid of a walking stick.

“Hello, sir, my name is Rafik,” said the late-middle aged man, his eyes hidden behind black glasses. He felt for the chair and propped his cane against it. “Do you like lotion?”

“Sure.”

He felt around in his small bag, took out a dirty little bottle and asked if I was ready. Self-consciousness hit for a moment and I stood with my thumb hooked in the towel. Something felt mischievous about stripping before a blind man.

He was not looking at me or anything else when I pulled the towel away. I looked down at my invisible body, the lines of my stomach muscles, my hanging penis and balls, and then stretched out on the cheap spring bed.

Rafik slicked up his hands with the watery-looking lotion, sat and settled beside me and felt along my back.

His fingers were off-putting, rough and scratchy, and when he pushed up towards my shoulders I smelt a heady waft of nicotine, poverty and grime. But he had a deft touch, unlocking the day’s strains and aches.

Rafik’s eskişehir escort bayan blindness was doubly, triply, relaxing – it removed all male competitiveness, all sense of being judged or needing to hold myself well. I melted into the sheets, allowing my stomach to spread a little. Being naked before the blind was liberating. So my back and butt were hairy. So I hadn’t been working out recently. So I was too pale. So what?

Yet from time to time I could not help but crane my neck to see Rafik not-seeing, just to reassure myself that he was in the dark as he worked his hands.

Rafik faced the wall with a tired, bland grin, lost in his thoughts.

He caressed my feet and pushed his hard fingers between my toes, along my soles, around my ankles and up my calves, squeezing the muscles. One after the other, he lifted my legs and bent them back, pressing my heels towards my arse, then spread them back out, gently clawing and stroking the backs of my thighs.

To my disquiet, blood began to stir, especially when Rafik ran his rough, stained hands around my buttocks, grabbing them and working them in slow, wide circles, my anus blinking a little with each outward push.

Had he not been blind it would have been embarrassing.

But he could not see, so I felt sort of OK, kind of protected, and it was surely just an autonomous side effect that my cock was growing uncomfortable under my stomach, hardening and thickening.

I peered back and Rafik was as neutral as ever, unseeing, just doing his job. So I adjusted myself, lifting my pelvis a little to make room below.

Nevertheless, it honestly felt weird to be getting a hard-on from the manipulations of an old blind man.

Is the body such a slave to sensation? It must be, and thank god Rafik could not see. I would have had to end the service, otherwise.

“Sir, would you like to turn over?” he said. It was with amazement at the world’s unsettling surprises that I rolled over, my heavy throbbing cock springing up and bouncing as I settled. Rafik remained, of course, oblivious.

With a pillow under my head I studied the man. He was mid-fifties, perhaps a touch older, with a deeply furrowed and pock-marked face, greying hair, grey clothes, and a long-suffering but dependable air.

I looked down at my jutting cock, marvelling at how only I knew it was there.

Rafik squirted more of the cheap, watery lineament onto his hands and slid them along my arms and chest. I worried his elbow would bump my prick and make him think I was gay and getting off on this. My erection was meaningless. It would deflate any minute.

Rafik moved back down to my feet, washing his worn, discoloured working-man’s fingers in slow, firm lines up to my knees.

He pushed hard and worked the front of my thighs, up and down and back eskişehir escort to my feet.

Then he lightly slapped my inner thigh, cupping and rubbing.

I stared in amazement at a prick which was growing even fatter and harder, the head bulging, and I was deeply confused as to its motivations.

This was not a gay experience: Rafik did not know how my body was reacting and a reaction was all it was: my body’s blind and meaningless response to therapeutic touch. I willed as hard as I could for the blood to drain away. I closed my eyes and thought through bus timetables, insurance policies, and every turn and traffic light between my home and office.

Yet my body was too excited to pay attention and when I opened my eyes my erection was straining up just centimetres from his hands. Even as I ran again through the mundane distractions, my thighs drifted apart, spreading as he pushed his palms up them.

My breath grew fast and shallow, my chest tight. Rafik matter-of-factly did his work, smiling blandly beneath his impenetrable shades.

“Feels good,” I said, alarming myself in doing so.

“OK, sir,” he said, pressing on.

His hands slid up my thighs, palms pressing in, and I spread wider, liberated by his unseeing. I felt the noisy air conditioner’s mildly cooler breeze gust across my perineum.

One of his thumbs bumped my scrotum and the base of my cock. It meant nothing to him – his expression was rock steady. But pre-cum was beading at the head of my prick, jewelling like liquid pearl.

I had an urge to grab his hands and slap them on my want, but that would have violated his professionalism, his handicapped nature, and my heterosexuality.

Nor did I want to betray my wife by pushing the massage into the realm of cheating, so instead I just gaspingly repeated it felt good.

“Good, sir, yes.” His hands worked the meat of my hips and loins, millimetres from my swollen, aching frustration.

Still his expression was unchanged.

This was going too far. I was losing control; my balls tightening.

As he pushed up again, I wiggled my arse to one side and his hand brushed my scrotum’s electrified hairs. Damn it, I thought, just give me a fucking hand-job. There is not even any need to work up a sweat or get too committed. No need to grab a fist-full and jack it or anything like that. All you have to do is touch the tip and I will cum.

But Rafik was absolutely professional, discretely bypassing the penis to press my lower abdomen, slowly curling from the navel down to each thigh and back again.

I squeezed my eyes shut and thought of my wife, trying to make the arousal heterosexual, but with his coarse hands and workshop smell there was no denying it was a man manipulating me.

As Rafik dug his rough fingers into my pale, fresh flesh, drawing from escort eskişehir the outskirts of my pubic hair down towards my knees, my mouth went bone dry. My head whipped from side to side as I tried to thrash free and stop my body from letting go.

But it was beyond my control and I gasped softly, almost apologetically, thrust my hips and surrendered, vanquished by need, my prick pulsing jet after flicking jet of sticky, hot, white cum.

I was shocked by the eruption, the backlog of weeks without release. My mouth hung open, my fingers clawing the mattress. Rafik’s only reaction was a slight flaring of his nostrils. His head was closer to my cock so perhaps he smelt a millisecond before me the sharp tang of semen cutting into the warm blur of the tropical night and across his own haze of nicotine, sweat, cheap lineament and age.

After I saw his nose twitch at the release, my eyes rolled back and then I too was a blind man, one with cum spurting onto his stomach and chest, a blind man writhing on a grimy bed as the masseur kept on with his work, folding forward to stroke the loins, each push somehow coinciding with a gush from my cock.

When I was spent I felt fear. I was afraid he thought I was gay; that maybe I am gay; that I had cheated on my wife; that the hotel would know everything; and of course terrified of the incriminating pool of cum in my navel and warming my skin.

“Thanks, Rafik,” I said as casually as I could. “That’s fine.”

“Yes, sir.” He removed his hands, stood and felt his way to the bathroom.

I lay, legs spread, cock relaxing, cum up to my nipples.

When he had washed his hands and returned I paid him six or seven dollars and he shuffled out with his bag and stick, thanking me for the appointment and saying to book again with reception if I wanted.

Then he shuffled out, felling his way along the corridor and then click-thumping down the stairs.

I pulled a towel over the semen and lay wondering if I had had a homosexual experience, an affair, or if it was really just a natural massage to which my body had reacted so strongly.

How would my wife’s body have reacted? Would she be carried along by a stranger’s touch? Would she feel liberated lying naked and spread before a blind man, his hands indifferent but intimate, using senses other than sight to know her?

Would my wife feel a thrill at the breeze of air conditioning on her exposed cunt and arsehole as an aged man presses into her hips, and rolls the globes of her butt?

Would she get wet? Would she start moving? Would her mound lift from the bed? Would her eyes roll back? Would she get pleasure from an old man’s rough, smelly hands working around her core?

Would she gasp?

Or is it just me?

Twenty minutes later I jerked off, freeing more cum in contemplation of these questions, then stood under the cold shower for a long time while pulling sticky clumps of semen from my pubic hair. I wondered if I would book Rafik again. I wondered if whether after years of penetrating my wife’s smooth, soft flesh, it was the coarseness of a man’s hands which had gotten me so unstoppably turned on.

Or just exposing myself before the blind.

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There has always been stories, fictional or mythological about monsters and beast of other worlds and realms. That in some of those stories, there were doorways for you to ‘crossover’ into that realm. I used to think that people who believed in those stories were childish and stupid. That is until I stumbled upon a doorway, into a fantasy realm. Humans that can do magic, Orcs, Trolls, Minotaurs, and more. Only problem is, I had to way of going back to my world, where I had a doting boyfriend and a decent job. The only good news I had to deal with landing in this new world, is that I didn’t have to have dinner with my parents tonight, who claimed I was going to hell for being in love with a man, while being a man myself. I was stumbling my way through a dark path trying to find my way to civilization when I smelt something sweet. I stopped walking and closed my eyes, allowing the sweet scent to bathe my senses, with it before I started to follow the smell to a small clearing, where a weird plant was. I had just stepped foot into the clearing good, when the plant moved and I was trapped in its vines. I started to scream for helping, hoping someone would hear me and do just that, but my cries of help were cut off by the plant shoving a thick vine into my mouth, where I choked on it until I managed to breath around it.

The vine started to move in and out of my mouth, still releasing that sweet scent that made me walk hatay escort towards it in the first place. I widen my eyes as I felt more vines rip off my clothes, leaving me exposed to the world. I let strangled cry as one vine started to suck my dick, while two more covered my pecs. I let out another cry when I felt what felt like needles enter my nipples and my urethra. The vine in my mouth soon started to move faster as I could taste something almost akin to precum in my mouth, while I felt another vine start to push up against my entrance. I let out strangled cry of pain as the vine pushed in. The vine in my ass stopped for a moment as I got used to its size before it started thrusting. The vines at my nipples started to move weirdly until I felt hot liquid into my nipples. I cried out, not in pain but in pleasure when the vine in my ass, successfully hit my spot. I soon felt the same hot liquid in my urethra. Whatever that liquid was, made my body feel all hot and I was incredibly horny. The vines sat me down on my knees, and I started to move my body in time with the vines until I was swallowing mouthfuls of cum, as it flooded my ass. The vine removed itself from my mouth, and I choked out the rest of it’s cum I couldn’t swallow, while the vine in my ass stayed put.

“More. I need more.” I said in a hazy daze as I was still incredibly horny, which seemed to please the plant hatay escort bayan as it thrusted another vine into my ass, making me moan out in pleasure. I was soon a moaning, panting mess as four vines thrusted in and out of my ass before my moans where cut off by another vine entering my mouth. I greedily sucked on the vine as I thrusted in time with the vines until the vines cumed once more. My mind was still in a lust filled haze, as I begged for more. I don’t know how many times I cummed or the vines cummed as I begged for me, happily begging for more, no long wishing to go back to my boyfriend or to my world.

“You want more?” I heard a voice ask in my head, that wasn’t mine and I moaned out loud before I started sobbing as the vines in my ass stopped thrusting.

“Yes! I want more! Please, I want more! I’ll do anything, just please give me more!” I cried out.

“Then, you are in for a long day as your body will be remodeled to become a breeder. You’ll be able to conceive a child with humans, plants, insects, monsters. Anyone that you get caught fucking can impregnate you. You’ll never age, die or break from a monster’s dick. You’ll be able to have a penis shoved into your nipples, and dick. You’ll be able to have multiple dicks up your ass, without ripping, tearing, breaking or death. Your pregnancies will be short and unpainful. You’re future offspring, will then escort hatay feed off your breast and grow to be big within the hour, yet you’ll leave them behind with their father, yet your offspring will always know who their mother is. You’ll be a Monster Breeder.” The voice said.

“Yes! God, please yes! Do it! Please!” I sobbed out.

“Very well.” The voice said and my body started to become very warm. I cried out in pleasure as the vines in my ass started to move once more. This went on for several more hours until I finally passed out, with the vines still thrusting inside my ass. When I finally came to, I was covered in a blanket of vines, that slipped off of me. I carefully stretched my somewhat sore body, only to see weird tattoos all along my body, as well as a swollen stomach and pecs. I traced the tattoos until I sat a hand on my stomach, feeling slight movement, where a tattoo that looked almost like a uterus was.

“I guess, I’m a monster breeder now.” I said softly as I gently rubbed my stomach before the vines brought me some fruit.

“Oh. Is this safe to eat?” I asked and it seemed to nod so I ate it. I hadn’t been done eating for more than ten minutes when my stomach started to move. I let out a gasp before the vines helped me lean back safely where water gushed out of me. I didn’t fight the instincts of my mind that were telling me to push, so I pushed. I kept pushing vines out, while the others feed from my pecs until my stomach was flat once more, and I was left panting, tired and covered in left over cum from yesterday, as well as a few from today. The vines brought me some more fruits, and a long shirt. I thanked them, ate, pulled the shirt on and fell right back asleep.

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