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The story I am writing is my various sexual experiences, mostly with Black men. The guys are real, but their names have been changed. The scenes are the best I can remember but considering I started very young, and am now over sixty years old, some of it will be fictionalized but close to the actual occurrence. By very young I mean puberty so I will not write about those experiences. Dialogue is added to bring forth the personality of each man, but it is, of course mostly made up.

I was born and raised in a community where white flight reared its ugly head so by the time, I was about eight years old the community I lived in and schools I went to was majority African American. Most of the men who I have had sex with were either Black or Hispanic. Later I began to enjoy the company of Asian men as well. But one thing all the men had in common was their body type, ranging from average to stocky to obese. I also had an attraction to blue collar types of all ages.

I discovered early on that I was meant to take dick, whether it be in my mouth or ass. Though I have topped a few men, it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as being on the receiving end. Each chapter will highlight a different man, or men, but I will only focus on the really good sex that left an impression. I’ve had plenty of boring sex, but it is forgotten or not worth writing about. There’s no plot device here, just plenty of good sex. What makes it interesting is that each man was different, physically, mentally and emotionally which made each sexual experience unique.

This is also a story of sexual addiction which has often led me to problem situations when my need to get off with a man has put me into several predicaments. Luckily, I am healthy and still going strong despite some close calls with dangerous people, and often unsafe sexual practices. But, by far, my experiences have been with many good people, often with other sexual addicts. It does make for some exciting moments.

I will start when I turned 18 which was also the legal drinking age back then where I lived. At that age I was told I was fairly good looking, boyish face, decent body. But the best feature was my ass. Been told many times that it sits high and round, which might explain why I tend to attract top men.

I drove about an hour to get into the city and my first gay bar. Back then they were not as open and were in industrial sites or alley ways. This one was no different.

Being a Saturday night, the place was busy with an assortment of men. After ordering a beer, I nervously walked around as many eyes were upon me. Fresh meat, I guess. One man in particular caught my attention, a middle-aged black man with a stocky build who sat with a drinking partner. New to the cruising scene, I had little idea what to do so I decided to sit next to him. After a while I was able to join in on the conversation the two friendly men were having. The white man was named Roy and the Black man Larry. I thought I felt an extra squeeze on Larry’s handshake a good amount erzurum escort of eye contact. I figured the two were a couple until Roy got up to say he was going home. After exchanging handshakes, it was just Larry and I together.

“A little young for this place, ain’t ya?” he asked, turning to look at me.

“Just turned 18, today’s my birthday.”

“Well damn, happy birthday,” said Larry, holding his beer up for a toast.

“Thank you,” I said, starting to feel he was interested in me. The song “Heat Wave” resonated throughout the bar, prompting Larry to move his body in sync to the music. I loved how he was free with his thoughts and body.

“This one’s on me birthday boy,” said Larry as he ordered a beer for me. Throughout the rest of the evening and numerous alcoholic beverages he and I got to know each other. He was a high school football coach who was recently divorced with two grown children. Several men greeting him as they came into and left the bar, so I figured he was a local.

“Last call!” the bartender shouted hours into the evening. Although I wanted the night to continue with Larry, I wasn’t sure how to approach it.

“Well birthday boy, it’s been a pleasure,” said Larry as he got up to put his coat on.

My heart sank. I wanted this man badly, but the opportunity was slipping away.

“Too bad this night has to end,” I said, sounding disappointed.

“It doesn’t have to. I live a few blocks from here. Did you drive?”

“I did, would you like a ride?” I asked, trying to hide my elation.

“Sure, why not, let’s get out of here.” Before leaving, the bartender gave me a wink and held his hands far apart, indicating that Larry had a large penis.

During the short ride to his place Larry placed his hand on my thigh, causing me to get an erection. “Looks like someone’s ready,” Larry laughed.

“You do excite the hell out of me.”

“Well that’s a good thing,” said Larry as we pulled up in front of his house. As we entered, he instructed me to get comfortable in the living room while he got us a couple more beers. Not sure exactly what he meant, I stripped down to my underwear and sat on the couch.

Larry handed me the bottled beer then sat next to me. “Trying to get me drunk?” I asked.

Larry laughed, allowing me to notice his beautiful white teeth. “You’re doing a good job of that yourself. Good thing we didn’t get pulled over on the way here, you’re definitely full.”

After a moment of awkward silence, Larry leaned into me, kissing my cheek, then turning my mouth to his. The kisses got deeper and more passionate as we both got more aroused. I reached over and felt his cock. The bartender was not exaggerating, his cock was thick and at least 10 inches long and fat. Larry released us from the kiss. “Think you can handle that?”

“Yeah,” I said unconvincingly.

“You have been fucked before, right?” asked Larry, kissing my lips. “Because you’re definitely getting fucked tonight.”

“I escort erzurum have, but nothing this big,” I said, tracing my finger along his semi-hard cock.

Larry stood up and held his hand out. “C’mon.” He led me to his dimly lit bedroom and had me sit on his king-sized bed, then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a large chest and a bit of a belly. Then he unfastened his pants letting them fall to the floor. I did the rest, lowered his briefs that did little to contain the humongous cock that sprang out. I had seen huge cocks in porno, but never held one in my hand, or had in my mouth or ass.

“This is huge,” I said, kissing the head that was as wide as my mouth.

“Can’t wait to get it inside of you,” said Larry, rubbing my head. I tried putting it in my mouth but was only able to get a couple of inches in, so I concentrated on sucking the head and sliding my tongue along the large pee hole. Doubt began to kick in about the possibility of getting his cock in my ass. Though I have been fucked before, I never had anything over 7 -8 inches. His cock was about a foot long, and fat.

“Let’s get this started,” said Larry, pulling his cock out of my mouth, then gently pushing me back on the bed. I had always found that riding a man with a big dick was the best way to get acclimated to it, but Larry was deliberate and decisive. “Put your legs on my shoulders,” he instructed, pulling me towards him. I watched as he grabbed a bottle of lube, coated his cock and then rubbed some on my exposed hole.

He immediately inserted the head of his cock in and I quickly felt like I would not be able to accommodate the wide girth. “Ah shit!” I cried out, breathing heavily, trying to forget the pain that increased as he slowly slid in. “How much of it is in?”

“About two or three inches,” Larry laughed. “I’ll let you adjust. You are really tight man,” said Larry as he reached to get a bottle of poppers. I had never tried poppers so didn’t know what to expect. “Breath it in slowly,” I heard him say. “Got to warn you though, it takes me a long time to cum.”

As I inhaled the strange odor, a wave of warmth and ecstasy came over me, resulting in a more relaxed state of mind. I reached down and felt Larry’s wide cock stretching my hole. “Please fuck me,” I moaned. I felt Larry push himself in further. The pain was much more tolerable, and I felt myself beginning to relax as I felt him penetrating me further.

“You want this big black cock, don’t you white boy?” Larry said.

I realized at that time how much race play turned me on. “Yes, I do, please stick your big black cock in my white ass.” With that Larry pinned my legs behind my head and fully inserted himself, leaning in to kiss me.

“Well you are getting exactly what you wanted, said Larry, kissing my legs that were spread by his powerful arms.

“How does it feel?” I asked, now enjoying the sensation of having a large cock in me.

“Fucking amazing, you?”

“Same. Wasn’t erzurum escort bayan sure I could do it.”

“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you,” said Larry, softly kissing the side of my neck. He stood up, then proceeded to work his cock in and out of me. The sensations were incredible. “There ya go, that’s’ my boy,” said Larry as my moans grew louder with the steady pounding I was getting.

That night Larry fucked me for hours. My ass had fully adjusted to his cock, but it was getting sore from constant pounding. As I was riding him, I could see daybreak had begun. As much as I was enjoying it, I was ready for Larry to cum. My ass was loose and sore, and I was physically tired after being up all night. I had obviously met my match.

I dismounted Larry and laid on my back, thinking about how I could let Larry know I was done. Instead, he rolled over and lifted my legs, re-entering me. “Ready for me to cum?” he asked. I felt his entire cock inside of me as I gripped the base the best I could.

“Yeah,” I said, feeling a sense of relief.

But what followed was not so satisfying for me. He pinned my legs back behind my head as far as they could go, then positioned himself so that his cock was deeply penetrated. He planted his lips on mine, forcing his tongue in, taking me by the hair and tugging as he started fucking. Within a minute or two he was in an out of me like a piston at full throttle, all the time kissing me with equal ferocity. I had lost all ability to control my ass because he was setting the pace.

He released his lips from mine, whispering, “Here I come baby,” then loudly growled, yelling, “fuck, fuck, fuck!” as he emptied himself into me. My legs slowly lowered into a more comfortable position, but his cock was still deeply planted inside of me. After a few deep breaths, he pulled out, allowing me to relax completely. “Damn I needed that,” he panted, then laughed and kissed me quickly before rolling over onto his back.

Still with an erection, I jacked my cock as he sucked my nipples and played in my cum filled ass. Soon I came myself, sending ropes of semen over my head as I typically did when I was overly excited, eventually coming on my own face, chest and belly.

“Damn!” Larry said, “never seen anyone shot their load like that. Put someone’s eye out.”

I just laughed. I was often self-conscious about my ability to shoot large loads several feet but eventually embraced it as an unusual condition.

“Well James, I got to get some sleep,” said Larry, hinting that he wanted me to leave. “You’re welcome to shower here if you’d like.”

Always the polite one, I recognized his need for privacy. “Just a towel, I’ll shower when I get home.” Larry got up to get a towel, allowing me the chance to look at his whole body naked in the light. He had a nice, big round ass and thick thighs. His soft cock swung freely when he returned with the towel, handing it to me.

After wiping myself down, I started to get dressed as Larry lay in the bed with the covers over him. “You know you’re way out baby,” he said. Before leaving I bent down to kiss him, which he eagerly returned. “Don’t be a stranger,’ he said as I left out.

Larry and I met twice after that, each time the sex being fantastic. But he met someone and eventually disappeared from my life.

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I take a deep breath, barely believing what I’m about to do. The car is still running and I consider leaving, but know that I won’t. I came this far. I’m here to stay. I grab the plastic bag in the passenger seat and look at the contents. It’s a thin blue thong bathing suit. Not a man’s thong (which somehow would make this better), but a bathing suit bottom for a girl.

My cock twitches. I feel hot shame in my face. I turn off the car and start walking briskly to Mr. Denver’s house before I can change my mind.

Mr. Denver greets me at the door and ushers me inside. He’s wearing a robe with slippers. The robe is open slightly so I can see his hairy chest. His stomach protrudes through the robe and his jowls move while he smiles.

“Bitch boy, here right on time,” he says.

I shudder. “Do you have to call me that?” I ask.

“Well, I could deduct some of your pay,” he says.

“No. No.”

“No, what?” he says.

“No, sir.”

He smiles again. The smile is sickening. He tells me to go get dressed and meet him at the pool.

I stare at my naked body in bathroom mirror. I’m lathered in oil, the way he wanted. The thong straps are high on my hips. I can feel the thin string pulling against my ass.

“You’re doing this?” I ask the mirror. I know the answer is yes. I tell myself that it’s not gay, that it’s just for money. It’s the same thing Mr. Denver had said when he first proposed our arrangement.

Mr. Denver was a regular at my gym. He never did much, just walked on the treadmill and benched every now and then. He was an older, successful man however, so, as an 18 year old who wasn’t sure what to do with life, I was fascinated.

I was confused about life, about what to after high school, about why adulthood seemed so crushingly difficult. I had done a semester at college. I was also working part time. The world had suddenly gone from a place of carefree fun to a place of overwhelming responsibility.

“I can make it carefree and fun again,” Mr. Denver had said.

He offered 500 dollars a week to come to his house on Saturdays. “I want a cute bitch boi around the place. You’ll wear a thong, lounge around the pool, serve me drinks, light my cigars. That’s 2000 dollars a month for forty hours of work.”

So here I was, oiled up and wearing a thong, getting ready for my first Saturday as Mr. Denver’s bitch boi.

***

It’s far more degrading than I imagined. I feel exposed and violated by his eyes. The thong is not just for his viewing pleasure, but also to break my spirit. I strut around the backyard, my hips swinging, and my tanned oiled ass glistening in the sun. He keeps a stack of dollar bills on a side table next to his chair. When I come over to refill his glass, or to erzincan escort light a cigar, he tugs at the thong strap and places a few bills against my thigh. Then he snaps the thong against my flesh.

“Good boy,” he says.

All my instincts tell me to reject this treatment, but something else in me falls under the spell. I’m degraded, dehumanized into a sexualized object. Yet I’m free. I want to slap his hand away, but why? Is pleasing this man (gross as he is) any worse than whatever other jobs I might have?

I lay by the pool, mostly on my stomach so he can see my ass, but occasionally he tells me to rotate to my sides so he can get a different view. He doesn’t comment on my rock hard erection, and I do my best to pretend that being eye-candy for this older man isn’t making me hard.

This our routine for weeks, with every Saturday growing a bit more degrading. First there were the light taps on the ass. I would bring him a drink and after stuffing my g-string with dollars, Mr. Denver would slap my ass. I didn’t say anything, I just took the money and let myself endure the humiliating defilement.

Then came the posing. First, he would just tell me to stand somewhere and pose like an IG model. I hid my face, embarrassed that every time I stuck out my ass or pulled the thong straps higher, I was desperate to hear those simple words of approval.

“Good bitch.”

I’m not sure when he started calling me bitch, but by the time I was on all fours, arching my back with his hands caressing my ass, bitch had become my name.

He gives my ass a hard slap and says, “I want to up you to 300 dollars a weekend.”

And that’s how I ended up here, right now, grinding my hips into his crotch in time with a Nicki Minaj song. I’m wearing makeup, because that was part of his orders. I’m also wearing heels because, again, Mr. Denver said so. I give the middle aged man a lap dance, feeling the enormous girth of his cock press against the thin strap that serves as the only separation between his manhood and my hole.

“Bend forward and pump that ass,” he says. I do as I’m told and am rewarded with a hard slap to the ass.

“You like being my bitch?” he asks.

“Yes daddy,” I moan. And it’s true. Despite the shame. Despite the constant humiliation, being his bitch is better than any life I could’ve hoped for. My responsibilities and worries have been reduced to being the best slut I can be to serve Mr. Denver, and I know then that I’ll do anything to continue this life.

#

It doesn’t take long until my owner has turned me into his personal porn slut. I lick under his balls, running my tongue along his sweaty skin while his large, cum filled sack rests on my nose. He smells escort erzincan of sweat and musk and cigar smoke.

“Good bitch,” he says. His left hand smacks my exposed ass, then slips under the metallic pink g-string. He pulls the thong strap further up, then lands another hard smack across both cheeks. “That’s it bitch. Clean daddy’s nuts.”

I moan and he presses his meaty hand against the back of my head until I’m suffocating between his legs. My face is pressed against his wet taint. His thighs, each one the size of my torso, press onto the sides of my head. I can no longer lick or suck. I hear him laughing as he presses me against his taint. “Moan for me slut,” he says. I moan, hoping he feels the vibrations and lets me go.

He releases my face and I pull away with globs of spit connecting my face to my owner’s crotch. I feel the collar around my neck tighten as he pulls my leash so that my face looks up at him, up at my master, up at the man who has reduced me to a submissive sex toy.

He spits on my face. “Dumb bitch,” he says. The words make my dick even harder. The shame of being this man’s slut, the humiliation of being a vapid cock sucking whore for a superior man makes my dick hard.

I’m wearing makeup: thick black mascara, purple eyeshadow, foundation, and even glitter along my cheeks. My long blonde hair is tied in boxer braids. My only clothing is the tiny pink g-string and a pair of stiletto boots.

And of course my collar, bearing the name “Slut.” It’s all designed for emasculation. The clothes, the makeup, the shoes, and the leash all work to take away my masculinity, to dehumanize me into a sex object for the man who owns me.

My owner looks down at me with a grin on his face. He’s a middle-aged man, maybe almost 60, with a fat belly and grey hair all down his chest and stomach. His hair is thinning and the stubble on his chin is white.

“Open that pretty mouth, whore.” I open wide with my pierced tongue stretching out of my mouth. He grips his cock in one hand and slaps the thick rod against my tongue. He beats me across the face with his cock as it grows stiffer.

“Good girl,” he says.

I take the head of his cock in my mouth and savor the taste of his flesh. I suck up the precum, savoring the salty taste on my tongue. He pulls the leash tighter towards his body so I’m forced to take more of his cock into my mouth.

“Good girl. Get on that cock.”

My mouth drools around his thick penis. I swirl my tongue around the head as I bob up and down, worshipping his manhood. I lift my head slightly, just enough to create some separation, and unleash a glob of mucus onto his cock. With both hands I scoop up the drool and stroke it around my owner’s erzincan escort bayan large, throbbing penis.

“Let me get it wet so I can take it all daddy.” I hear the words come from my mouth, but can’t believe I’m speaking. My life is devoted to pleasuring this ogre. I spend my days sexually satisfying a disgusting older man who treats me like a common whore.

I impale my throat on his cock. The nine inches don’t fit at first. I struggle. My back convulses, my legs kick, and my body retches in an attempt to throw the penis out of out my throat.

“Get it down, slut.”

My eyes water as I force the last three inches into my throat. The cock slips past the barrier and lodges deep in my throat. I kick the ground with my stilettos as I struggle for air. Tears drip down my face and my eyes roll into my skull as I lose oxygen. I hear my owner moaning and know what comes next. His fat hand presses onto the back of my head, pushing downward, forcing more of himself into my mouth. My nose presses against the flesh of his stomach. My eyes can’t open because I’m pressed so close. He pumps deeper into my throat. My body flails. It’s an involuntary response. I can’t breathe. I’m going to die serving his cock. My manicured nails slap against my master’s thighs. He laughs.

“A few more seconds slut.” He emphasizes his dominance with a slap to the ass.

As I start to see stars he releases my head. I fall back and eject the cock from my throat in a stream of liquid vomit. My bodily juices drip over his cock and down my chin. I fall to marble floor, crying and gasping for breath.

“Let’s go bitch, you got more than that to do,” he says. He pulls the leash and I’m back on my hands and knees between his legs.

“Gluck Gluck Gluck Gluck!” I make vile noises of degradation as my throat is fucked. My head has been turned into a hole for my owner’s pleasure.

“Gack, Gack, Gack!” The wet noise of a nine inch cock penetrating my throat fills the room. Master holds my hair tightly as he stands up. My face is a mess of tears, spit, snot, vomit, and makeup. An extra tear falls. Not from gagging and choking on cock. I start crying because I know what comes neck.

“Be a good whore,” he says. He pulls the leash tight so that I’m pulled close to his groin. Then, with no regard for me as a fellow human, he savagely fucks my throat, pounding the length of his cock in and out at a vicious pace.

I vomit. Some of the vomit escapes from the sides of my mouth, some comes out of my nose, and the rest is pushed deep down my throat by my master’s cock.

“Take it all bitch.”

He’s grunting now. I can hear that he’s close. I bury the cock in my throat. My nose is filled with pubic hair and whatever liquids have accumulated along his belly. I can’t open my eyes, their glued shut with stomach bile. My face is slick with spit. His penis descends down my throat.

“Good slut,” he yells. I stick out my tongue and start lapping at his balls with the cock wedged down my throat. He groans, yells, and deposits his cum directly into my stomach.

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“Hop on!” Tank is holding out his hand to me. I’ve had a secret crush on my friend since we met. His beauty goes deeper than the physical reason we all call him ‘Tank’. I get tongue-tied when he’s in the room, let alone this close to me.

“I’ve never…” He smiles and flicks back his hair.

“Just hop on. You’ll love it! My bike is my freedom.” I reach for his hand and lock eyes with him. His eyes twinkle in the sunlight. And with my heart racing, I do as he says, and find myself siting right behind him.

“Here.” He hands me a helmet.

“Where’s yours?”

“Nah. I like to feel the breeze!” Wish I had more time to analyze all of this. Are we safe? I have jeans on, and a pullover. But Tank is only wearing cutoffs and sneakers. Awkward does not begin to tell what I am feeling. Where do I put my feet? My hands? The day is very warm and there’s a wonderful springtime scent in the air. I would be happy to just sit like this all day. Me and Tank.

“Ready?” He’s turned, and looks at me. The bike roars to life.

“NO!” He laughs.

“Sure you are.” Tank motions his head downward. “Feet on the pedals.” His long hair brushes by my face. I hope he didn’t hear me take in such a deep breath. “Shirt off! It’s too nice out. Get the sun like me.” I peel it off, and tuck it into my belt.

“What do I do with my hands?” On goes the helmet. My eyes are darting everywhere hoping to find a handle, or a…something to grab onto. He’s now got my left hand in his, and as he swings both toward his belly, I catch my breath, real quick and hard.

“Other one, too!” His gaze is straight ahead, like he’s about to take off. Just as my right hand feels his skin, I’m suddenly thrust backward into the short sissy bar at my rear. I quickly rebound out of fear; and as my hands had slipped to his flanks, they now are sliding quickly back to his abs. Kind of like…okay, it IS a bear hug!

“You okay?” His hair is whipping into my face. We took off like a rocket, and though I trust Tank completely, I suddenly realize his question has a lot to do with the fact that I’m squeezing his body like a vise. I loosen my grip – just a little – and in response, Tank throttles the bike back – just a little. I like this.

“We’ll take it easy and ride over to get some beers.” He has to shout so I can hear him, but my face is so close to his ear that I am certain my normal tone of voice is working.

“Okay.” I say it. He nods. Good, he heard me. Taking in the countryside now, and it sure is nice. Warm, even relaxing. With any fear all gone, I can focus on…other things.

“Damn! Tank jerks a bit to the right. I tighten my grip on his body. He turns toward his right shoulder.

“They hit hard with no shirt on!” There’s a bug glued to his skin. I instinctively reach up and flick it off, not sure now what to do with my hand.

“Thanks!”

I feel the warmth of the sun on my body, drink in the fragrance of the meadows we pass, and melt a bit with each time a plume of his hair teases my face in the wind. My free hand moves to his side. Both slide down a bit, and rest on Tank’s hips. I feel relaxed enough this way, and he seems to get the message. Taking his right hand off the handlebars, I watch in slow motion as it moves down and back toward my leg. The pat and slide he just gave me sends a bolt up my spine, and reminds me that my chest is still elazığ escort bayan pretty much glued to his back. Can he feel my heart beating? I can.

“You did good. Wind dries me out. Ready for a brew?” We’re in the lot of the Country Cabin, the only store out here. I dismount onto only slightly shaky legs, helmet goes over the sissy bar, and I head for the store.

“My buy. What’ll it be?” Tank dismounts, and checks out his bike.

“Just a brew, thanks.”

“Nice and cold, Tank.” He reaches up and takes it from my hand. On the bench outside in the shade, Tank reminds me of every crush I have ever had on any and all hot guys. I am so worked up just looking at him – broad and full shoulders, muscular chest and arms, kick-ass abs…poster boy perfection. I sit next to him on the bench. Before I know it, Tank pulls my beer from my hand, and is pressing it into my crotch!

“Gotta cool this off, Tommy!” I look up with a dumbfounded stare at Tank, who looks back at me with a perfectly disarming smirk. He knows he is the only one of our friends who can get away with calling me ‘Tommy’. I let everyone know, including Tank, that I prefer ‘Tom’. He knows.

“Kinda felt your ‘Little Tommy’ on the ride up. Wanna talk about it?”

“No.” I could have grabbed the brew to push it off my junk, but took him by the hand, instead, and moved both away very, very slowly. I was just scared.”

“Scared at first, yeah, I felt that bear hug. But then you got into it and relaxed. Even set your mitts onto my hips where they belong. That’s when I felt it.” He’s right. I knew I was getting hard, but had no idea he knew it, too. Crap. How could he not feel it? My crotch was pressed hard against his butt. Caught.

“You into guys, Tommy?” I turn to look at him, not sure if my embarrassment will prevent me from seizing the moment. He slowly moves his hair behind his ears. I try to read his expression. Relaxed. Open. Waiting for the right answer. Hoping for it? His mouth is wet with the cold beer, lips are parted and shiny. Not sure whether to throw up or kiss him…

“I am!” And with that, the crush of my current life moves in and places a soft and speedy kiss right on my breathless lips.

Part 2Tank moves back a few inches, and as my eyes open, I see his wondering look. I get a quick brain message that this is no time to hesitate, lean in and give Tank what he just gave me – only a little firmer, and a little longer. His smile speaks volumes. He raises himself from the bench, crotch at my face. Can’t help but see the fullness in his tight shorts. I am standing now. His arm is over my shoulder. We walk to his bike without saying a word. We’re out on a lonely country road. No traffic. I feel emboldened.

“Can I take her for a spin? Just a block up and back?” He looks a bit pensive. “I’ll go slow.” I may have screwed up. Tank’s bike is his baby. If I fuck it up…

“No.” My heart sinks, head falls, and I feel kinda sick. So by now it is obvious that I am a very emotional guy. “You have to go fast! And for more than a block – go a mile up the road and back. It’s easy!” Like a light switched on, I perk up and beam.

“Here.” Tank takes me by the hand(s), his arms moving around my body as he explains what to do and how. His bike is small, but very fast. Tank is my height. Faster than me!

“Helmet on, elazığ escort cause if you ditch my bike I will kill you; and if you hurt yourself I will kill me.” Can I fucking smile any broader?

As I pull away to the street, I quickly look back, and Tank is already heading for the bench. He trusts me. That’s my signal. I go ‘pedal to the metal’ to see what his baby can do…and I am not disappointed. My balance is real good. The bike launches into the distance, leaving my yell of pure joy drifting in its wake. I am alive! This shy and too needy boy is alive!

“You look like it belongs under you!” I pull up close to the bench. Beaming. I leave the motor running.

“I found a nice spot by the river a few miles up. Lots of privacy.” He smiles at me. “Hop on.” Did I say that I get bold sometimes, too bold for my own good? This is not one of those times.

“Oh sure, you just want me to be behind you.” Tank mounts the bike. “Where I belong” I see and feel his strong arms encircle and embrace me. His kiss on my neck as we head for the road is just about the best feeling I have ever yet had.

“When did you know?” He is asking a question of me that is too broad.

“Know what?

“That you were into guys?” Tank and I are making our way to the secluded field I had spotted from the road. We leave the bike just inside the treeline, where it can’t be seen. I turn to him with my answer.

“A coupe years back, before I turned 18. You?” He’s hesitating.

“I’m not too sure. I’m nineteen now, but it’s been on my mind for a while. You ever…you know…”

“Not yet. But I want to. With you, I mean. Is that okay?”

“I know I come across hard sometimes, Tommy. It’s just my way of keeping myself in balance. Like riding my bike. I have to feel in control, you know?” I nod. “You’re kind and gentle all of the time…even when you’re mad. Something about you, Tommy. I just…I really want to you to be my first.” Oh. I get it. The gentle and ‘easy’ kid who will take it and not make a fuss. What the fuck. I’ll settle for a quick first time hookup if that’s all he wants.

“What’s wrong?” Can he read me that good?

“You said ‘first’, like I’m to be the first in a long line of…” DAMN!

Part 3Weighing in at about twenty pounds more than me, Tank has me pinned to the ground, on a bunch of soft underbrush, my hands stretched out over my head, his hips crushing mine into the earth. No kiss has ever been more gentle and loving. His body now fully draped over mine, his hands sweetly cupping my head, I get to roam my own hands over his body while we kiss and make out like…oh, we ARE still teenagers! Yeah, we both have that surge of hormones pushing away anymore unnecessary talk at this moment.

“Come on!” Tank is running backward toward the river bank. His glance is on me and me alone. I get up and race to be with him. We hold hands and flop down in some tall grass where the ground just starts to slope towards the water, before the rocks and sand.

“Wait” I pull my tee from where its been riding inside my belt, and spread in down on the grass. We both start to undo our belts. In no time, shorts are kicked aside, and as Tank lowers me beneath him, all that separates us are two pair of bikini briefs. Mine are red. His are black.

“I carry this for good luck” He holds a condom that was in his escort elazığ shorts pocket. “No lube, though.”

“Kiss me. We’ll make our own lube!” And do we ever. Our mouths play tongue games; and soon we are both drooling wet. I just reached down and slipped of his briefs. He is doing the same to me, and I lift my hips to help.

“This’ll do.” We use our spit to lube up the condom. Just so you know, Tank is about an inch longer than me. I an a hard six, maybe six and a half on a good day. Today is a good day.

“Your body is real nice.” I am smiling at Tank. and nod at his compliment. I can not even begin to tell him how hot he is, but giving myself to him is a good start. As I start to pull my legs up, he grabs them and they soon rest on his bulging shoulders. The man is jacked. My view of him is totally amazing. I mean, this hunk of human perfection is hovering over me with a puppy dog look on his face; and fire in his eyes.

“We’ll go slow. If it hurts…”

“I’ll be fine, Tank.” We are both hard. My dick kind of points down a bit – not like Tank’s which is what I call a ‘belly slapper’. So I lift mine out of the way, and Tank fists his and aims it at his target – me.

“Here goes.” I draw in a breath. His dick-head is pushing at my hole. Harder. Harder. We look over at each other. I nod. Tank gives himself a bigger push, and…

“Uhahhh. Unhh.” He drops to his hands. His look is pensive. I nod that it’s okay. He presses inward. I feel the thickness of his meat as he invades my guts. There is no pain, just a warm and wonderful fullness that advances into me with each inch of his dick that slides up my chute. I have a man inside of me, and I love it! Not just any man, either, It’s Tank.

“Tom. Hey Tom. Say something.” I hear him. My haze and daze are too enveloping for me to respond right now, so I just nod. Tank and I are kissing now. he is moving inside of me. His ‘touch’ – cock to channel – is overwhelmingly wonderful. I get this notion that bottoming is something I’ll now be doing a lot of!

“I’m gonna cum soon!” I nod. “You’ve gone soft. We can’t have that.” I am soft because all of my needs are being met by his dick in my ass! And seeing his body meld with mine. And feeling the way we kiss. And him taking my dick into his hand and pumping me.

“Let’s go for cumming together.” I nod. He has me hard now. Tank keeps pumping away at my dick, spitting down the shaft to lube me. Now he’s rising upward. His fuck pace is quicker. My belly is on fire. I can’t tell whether it is because of his fuck has sped up, or because by nut is approaching. It all feels the same. It all feels good. No time to ponder.

“Fuck. I’m there! Tom. TOM. TOMMIEEE!!” The bull at my loins is bucking, his head thrown back, just after I catch a glimpse of his eyes – wide and wild and wet with tears of joy. His last thrust into me is deep; and he holds there as his balls unload all of the cream that a nineteen year old stud is capable of making. I have been fixated on watching his body go through the throws of his orgasm – all the virile muscles contracting and tensing, only to fully release as he gasps and collapses toward me. That’s when I see it.

“Holly crap!” That was intense.” He bends down and kisses me. He is still deep inside my body, and I want him to stay there forever. As he lowers himself fully onto my body, we both see ‘it’ languidly seeping all over my belly.

“You came too. With me. Nice.” Now time can go fuck itself. I have what I want. I want this forever. The rest of our day together was spent on the ride back, showering, and dinner out. I’d like to tell you more about us…yeah there is an ‘us’, if it’s okay with you?

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Disclaimer: So what if there really is a fraternity named Beta-Kappa-Delta? Grow up, it’s just a damn story.

Whoever came up with ‘Hell Week’ should be hogtied and put in front of a firing squad. The things frat boys will make a guy go through in order to join their ranks is positively obscene. There were fifteen of us. It was known right off the bat that by the time the week is over, most of us won’t still be here. I, for one was determined not to fall. My father was a member of Beta-Kappa-Delta, as was his father before him and his father before him. I was encouraged…nay…_expected_ to accomplish nothing less. My father and grandfather were still alive and they have to be the hardest men to please in the history of mankind. Throughout my life, I always felt that nothing I did was ever good enough…until I got accepted to this college on a sports scholarship. Then suddenly, it was as if the Heavens parted and I, the once invisible middle child was a ray of hope for the entire family. I had an older sister who was a straight-A student, Valedictorian and president of her college debate team. When my younger brother came out of the closet to my parents last year, they kicked him out. This should give you some idea of what is at stake here.

The gentlemen standing next to me in a straight line right now have drive and determination written all over their faces. Of course, right now, most of that drive and determination has been covered up with various Avon products and long, frizzy wigs. In the four days we’ve been at this, we’ve been subjected to numerous humiliating, mortifying and even hazardous trials. Some of us have had to attend class wearing maxi pads on the outside of our pants, some have been forced to dress like a woman, carry a log of dog shit in one hand for an entire day without putting it down, some still have been raided in the showers, some have had to go on meaningless scavenger hunts through teacher’s desks and offices, and as for me, I had to be a man-slave for a day. I was assigned to one of the frat brothers and was expected to wait on him hand and foot, grant his every wish and crawl around on my knees and beg for kindness when other students were around. I was to do all this wearing a tight black, spaghetti-strap dress and a long blond wig. Todd, my “master” even went so far as to have me paint my nails and shave my legs. I’m uncomfortable, embarrassed and itchy and all I want is to get this over with.

“Hey, slave, go down the hall and get me a soda.” Todd grins down at me as I get up from crouching at his feet in the cafeteria. It seemed like everyone in the whole school was here and laughing at me. Truth be told, I was happy to get out of here for a few minutes. I hated doing this for Todd, he is such a cocky asshole. He’s been groping and feeling me up all day, trying to maximize my humiliation. When I’d been idle, he’s made me crouch down in between his legs and hold on to his knees, and a few times made me rest my head in his lap during class. When I struggle to my feet in my awkward heels, Todd cups my ass firmly with one hand as he puts a few quarters into my palm. “Hurry back, sweet cakes.” As I scurry off with a bitter scowl, I hear him whack his friend on the shoulder. “He looks real good in a dress, doesn’t he? Almost like he’s used to it. Heh heh.”

“Fucking bastard…” I mumble to myself, pumping the quarters into the soda machine angrily. “When I get accepted, I’m gonna get you back soooooo bad, you son of a bitch.” I push the button and the frigging machine jams. I pound on it mercilessly.

“Hey, miss, you need some help?” I feel a strong hand place itself gently on my shoulder.

I turn around angrily, gritting my teeth. “Piss off, asshole!” I’m even more humiliated when I see that it’s some guy from my Soccer team, Billy, a tall, muscular brunette who’s always been friendly to me.

Billy jerks back in astonishment, his green eyes wide, his strong, chiseled jaw slacked. “Nelson?? Izzat you?! Sorry, man, I didn’t…”

I frown, wrapping my arms around myself and turning my face away from him. “It’s okay. I’m only doing this to get into a frat.”

He smiles, putting his hands in his pockets nervously. “I figured as much. You okay? I didn’t mean to piss you off.” I glance up at him and he’s making this sad face. He was one of those guys that looked his best when he did that. It makes me smile and shake my head.

“I’m fine. I just…I mean, this soda machine is against me. This frat guy wants me to go fetch him some diet coke and it just ate the quarters…and I can’t carry money in this thing and…”

“Nelson, relax. This machine’s pretty tricky. You just gotta know how to handle it.” He digs out 75 cents out of the tight jeans he poured himself into this morning, presses the bar until it says it needs the money, then he drops them in. And what do ya’ know? Bing, bang, boom, here comes the soda can. He even bends over and gets it for me so I won’t have to in this dress. I thank him and düzce escort bayan as he passes me the can, our hands touch. Right then, I could swear that an energy passes between us. We’re looking into each other’s eyes and he bites his lip. I’m the first to blink and recoil, holding the can into my stuffed chest shyly. The break of contact leaves me feeling a little chilly.

“Thanks a lot, Billy. I hope I’ll see you Monday for practice. I’ll pay you back then.”

“He grins wide and waves a hand at me. “Aw, don’t worry about it. It’s 75 cents; it won’t make or break me. I’ll definitely see you there.”

“Cool, thanks again.” I smile at him then turn to leave. He’s just standing there, watching me with an awkward smirk. He was good-looking enough to be a movie star; twice as good-looking as most of the so-called “heartthrobs” I see girls fawning over in magazines. I suddenly realize what I’m thinking and stop myself, quickly scurrying out of the room. Was it being dressed up like this that was making me see Billy as attractive? I mean, I’ve never been attracted to a man before in my life, why start now?

Alright, getting rock-hard at the dinner table when my brother announced that he was gay doesn’t count.

“Ahh, there you are, slave. What took you so long? I nearly died of thirst!” I should be so lucky.

“The machine wasn’t cooperative, Master.” I kneel back down when he notions me to with a forefinger.

“Is that a wig, Todd?” One of his friends, this airhead cheerleader tugs as my wig, pulling it off of me. “Omigawd! It looked like his real hair!” I run a hand through my real hair, shaggy and dirty blond with long bangs that halfway covered my blue eyes with thick blond lashes. My slender face was likewise covered in soft, golden peach fuzz. How I longed for it to one day grow into a beard so I’d no longer look like an abnormally athletic twelve-year old.

“Leave my slave alone, Patti, you can have him tonight if you’re good.” Todd traces my jaw line with a finger, staring deep into my eyes before slapping my wig back on and commanding me to put my head in his lap. I shut my eyes in horror at the thought of that anorexic demon hag having her way with me, but nothing was more important that getting into the frat, was it?

The more I endured, the less positive of that fact I became. Thankfully, Patti had a party to go to that night so I was merely forced to crawl around on the floor and bark like a dog for all the drunk frat brothers at a party they had just for themselves and a few close friends, I was forced to let them fondle me, make me lick tequila off their chests and hump their legs. During the party, of all people, Billy walks in and joins the bash. There were other recruits there, but ironically, I’m the first one he sees. When he spots me, Todd is grabbing the back of my neck, forcing me to suck Tequila from his friend’s nipples. I can see Billy from the corner of my eye and it makes me want to run out of the room crying.

I could see that he wanted to rescue me, but he merely stands there looking helpless. Billy watches as I’m forced to make my rounds, handing a little bit more of my dignity over to every guy in the room. By the time I get to Billy, my pink lipstick is smudged all over my face, my wig is god-knows-where and one of the straps on my dress is broken. And to make matters worse, my eyes are clouded and glossy with humiliation. I can’t even bring myself to look him in the face.

Billy takes one look at me and squints defensively at Todd. “Jesus, man. Go easy on the kid, will ya? He looks like he wants to curl up and DIE, for crying out loud.”

“Oh, I’m sure he does.” Todd holds up the half-bottle of tequila with a wry smile. “C’mon, Will. Take off the shirt. He’s gotten pretty good at this.”

“I think I’ll pass this time, man.” Billy holds his hands up to emphasize. “I also think I remember something about a Trig exam tomorrow. You guys should start packing up for tonight and get some sleep.” His eyes dart to mine, giving me a sympathetic raise of his eyebrows.

“Sleep??” Todd laughs drunkenly. “What’s that? If I ain’t never heard of it, I certainly don’t need it. But thanks for the concern, mommy. The kegs are on the left. See ‘ya later.” He chuckles some more and yanks me to the next guy.

During the course of the night, as the brothers get drunker, the fondling get rougher and the acts get more obscene. By now, I myself am so drunk, I couldn’t stand up and walk now if I wanted to. Todd is drunker than I am, and the fact that he’s still upright defies all known laws of physics. He leads me by my leash to a few guys sitting on a couch, and orders me to take out one of their dicks and stroke it.

As wasted as I am, I still have morals. “Todd, please, don’t make me do thi-”

“Hey!” He slurs back at me, spittle flying from his curved lips. “Did I ask you, bitch? Take out his fucking cock, goddammit!”

“Todd, fucking escort düzce calm down, man.” One of his friends nudges his shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s goin’ a little too far, dude.” Another one states. I would have said something in my own defense, but right about then, I pass out cold, and the last thing I hear is the thud my own body makes hitting the filthy, cold wooden floor.

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When I wake up, I’m in a dorm room that isn’t my own. It’s dark and I still feel very drunk. I’m lying in a bed with thick, plush pillows and quilts and I feel someone’s warm hands on my back and shoulder. Something told me it was Billy who was with me. I feel his hand caressing my shoulder, easing the one strap down. His other hand slides to my upper thigh, riding the tight black dress slowly up to my waist. The dress is soaking wet and reeks off booze. He uses both hands now to feel up my thighs and hips from under the clingy fabric. His elbow grazes my throbbing hard-on, and when his lips come a fraction of an inch away from mine, I realize I’m panting and sweating. I knew it was wrong for me to get this incredibly turned on by another man, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was for him to take advantage of me in my weakened and willing state, and I’d worry about regretting it tomorrow. Each time I feel his hands caress my tender flesh, my cock jumps and I get dizzy with desire. His lips are still hovering directly over mine, seemingly getting a kick out of hearing me gasp and pant. I trace his soft, plump lips with the very tip of my tongue, urging him to continue.

His breathing becomes labored as well. “How long were you up?”

“A while now.” I wrap my arms around him when he starts to pull away. “No, please, keep going. I want you really bad, Billy.”

“I want you too, Nelson…I’ve wanted you ever since we first met.”

“Well, you have me…now what are you going to do with me?” I smile coyly, sliding my fingers through his short black hair. He responds by sliding his tongue into my mouth, French-kissing me madly, feeling me up and down with pent-up desire. I passionately reciprocate, wrapping my legs around his waist, raking my nails down the trembling flesh of his lower back. He begins dry humping me, and I can feel just how rigid his cock is, even through his jeans. “Billy…” I gasp out in between kisses. “Take off your clothes!” He immediately slides off his shirt and lifts himself off of me to pull his pants off. Surprisingly, he isn’t wearing any underwear. He grips his aching member, already drooling pre-cum onto my exposed stomach.

He lowers himself down and wraps his arms completely around me, grinding his wet prick into mine. “Nelson, I need to be inside you…I swear to GOD I’ll be gentle, please let me, baby, I need you.” He caps his plea off by sucking and ravaging my neck and shoulders, making me toss my head back and moan out loudly. His hands reach under me, cupping both ass cheeks and gripping onto them tight.

“Yes…okay, but please be careful.” I shut my eyes when I agree, suddenly nervous but no less positive about wanting this man. He reaches in his night table drawer and pulls out a little tube of flavored jelly. Pouring a generous helping all over his middle finger. He climbs down and slips my cock deep into his mouth. I yelp out in pleasure and grab his head, guiding it up and down, fucking his face as he slowly works his lubed finger into my virgin pucker. It hurts a little, but his mouth is a very good distraction at the moment. He licks all the way up the veined shaft, over the sensitive head and back down again, keeping a steady rhythm. I let out a long, loud groan when he reaches all the way to the knuckle and yet keeps pushing into my ass anyway. I can’t believe the way he’s making me feel. My cock has never been this hard, ever. It feels like if he keeps it up, I might explode rather than cum. “If you wanna fuck me, do it, cause I’m not far from completion.” The thought of him fucking me wasn’t all that scary anymore, because I was developing a hunger for something more in my tight ass, something bigger. He pumps his finger into me a few more times, making me writhe and squeal. He slowly pulls it out, ramming my cock down his throat hard and slow. It was making me crazy.

He sucks my dick for a few seconds after he pulls his finger out, then grabs the jelly again, smearing a small helping all over his swollen meat. He gulps hard and drops the tube off the bed, grabbing my dress, which was still bunched up above my waist. With both hands he yanks it back down over me. He uses his lubed fingers to fondle and tease the head of my hot prick as his own member slides slowly past my sphincter and arriving deep inside my virgin ass. He grips my cock now, fully stroking it off, kissing me and whispering for me to relax. It hurts a little, but I’m so close to orgasm that I don’t want him to stop. He fucks me slow, pushing it all the way in, only partially out, then quickly in again.

“Uh…god, düzce escort I’m so close…” I whisper harshly in his ear as he licks and sucks all over my exposed neck and shoulders. “I love the way this feels, Billy. That’s it, fuck my virgin ass, baby, dump your load right in there.” Unfortunately, if he keeps jerking me off, he wont get a chance to because I’ll end up cumming too quickly. I grab his hand and hold it still. “Just fuck me, Billy. Fuck me harder.”

“Oh, you want it harder? God, you look like such a hot little slut in this dress, you know that? He grips onto the sides of the dress, using it to pull me into him. If I could’ve, I’d have just bent you right over the vending machine, you sexy bastard. My cock got so hard looking at you that I went back here afterwards and jerked off twice.” I grab his ass with both fists, using it to pound him harder into me.

“You masturbate a lot thinking about me?” I nibble at his ear and neck, tracing his jaw with my tongue, reveling in how deep he’s spearing into me. I’ve never felt this good in my whole life, and all I wanted was more.

“Mm…I jerk off to the thought of you all the time, but this is so much better.” He gasps. “All I want is to unleash inside your hot ass. Yeah, that’s it, give yourself to me.”

“Jerk me off, Billy, please, I can’t take it! Oh god!” I press my head against the pillow, moaning louder than I ever have before. He wraps his hand tight around my pulsating cock and begins stroking it again. I’m not as close this time, and him working my dick takes my mind off how sore he’s making my ass. I slide my legs away from his waist and use my hands to pull them as far back as they would go. This allows his searing member deeper inside me, and now Billy is sliding all the way out and slamming it back in. The deeper his prick goes, the closer I am to just spewing my cum all over myself. He’s hitting something in there, something I couldn’t put to words, but it’s making me feel so fucking good, I’m seeing stars with every passionate thrust.

And just when I thought he couldn’t be pounding me any harder, he does. His shuts his eyes tight, and I cry out in pleasure as I feel his thick meat throb and explode a stream of white hot seed deep into my stomach, washing over my insides like a tidal wave. “Ahh fuck…fuck…oh my god…” He hisses out through clenched teeth as wave after wave of his hot jizz bombards my abused asshole. I feel his whole body shake as he finishes the orgasm off, pumping the last few drops into me for good measure. He gasps heavily for breath, still jerking my cock off, pumping into me a lot slower. “Holy shit, Nelson, that was fucking incredible.” He sighs, leaning over and kissing me.

After our lips part, he picks up the pace again, and I’m grunting and sweating like a madman. “Keep going, baby, keep it up, I’m gonna shoot it all over you!” He keeps up the pace, and just as I enter orgasm, he thrusts his still-rock hard dick all the way into me. I scream out at the top of my lungs as thick ribbons of pearled sperm shoot from my purple cockhead like a firehose. He withdraws and then suddenly shoves it back into me midway through, and all I can do is scream in unearthly pleasure. As my orgasm subsides, he slides his prick out of me slowly, his warm tongue invading my mouth and his cum-covered hand squeezing my spent cock tightly.

He lies down beside me, taking me into his strong arms. We’re both too spent and breathless to speak, so we just lay there. I close my eyes for a few moments, and the next thing I know, it’s morning and he’s gone. There’s a ten-dollar bill on the night table along with a note.

//Dearest Nelson-
Get some breakfast, baby. I had a Trigonometry test early today. Should be back by 2-ish. I haven’t left yet and I miss you already. You’re utterly breathtaking when you’re asleep.
Love; Billy\\

I smile and check the clock. 12:24 pm, I’m ravenous and my head is pounding. I’m also naked, so I borrow a pair of jeans, a flannel shirt and a pair of old-looking tennis shoes, all of which are too big for me. They were good enough to wear to my own dorm room, though. I slip the note and the ten in my pocket and lock up on my way out.

Across campus, my roommate answers the door because I didn’t have my keys. He takes one look at me and shakes his head. “Who’d you borrow _those_ from?”

“None of your damn business, Jay.” I push past him, biffing him playfully across his fat head. He merely laughs at me and shakes his finger at me scoldingly.

Jamar is a quiet kid from the South who spends all his time studying and thumbing his nose at society. He’s a lot younger than most of us because he skipped like two grades in High School. He’s a brilliant astro-physics major and he’s obsessed with being the first Afro-American guy to fly to the Moon. If anyone could do it, he could.

“A couple of your frat buddy fools came around looking for your punk ass last night. I told them you weren’t here and they didn’t believe me, and it took me calling campus security to make them finally leave. You owe me big time, Nelson. I told you not to get me involved with that fraternity bullshit.”

“Ah, they’re harmless. Don’t worry about it.” I start gathering my things, dragging them into the bathroom and changing.

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Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It contains male-female sex, as well as male-male sex.

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“Why do they let these guys play football?” Rick Case growled. He drained his Dos Equis with one gulp, set the bottle beside the couch with the others, and reached into the cooler for another one.

“Dunno,” Sam Avery answered. “I’ve seen better grade school flag football games.” He finished his beer. Case handed him a full bottle.

It was the middle of the third quarter and the Pussycats were leading the Groundhogs, 14 to 13. Disgusted, Case and Avery had stopped using the teams’ real names.

They sipped beer in silence while the Groundhogs’ wide receiver missed an easy pass. Case grabbed the George Dickel bottle and refilled their shot glasses.

They tossed the whiskey back. “Another?” Case asked.

Avery shook his head. “Gotta drive.”

“You can sleep in the guest room. Liz won’t mind.”

Avery hesitated. “The guest bed’s more comfortable than your couch,” Case said.

“You didn’t sleep on it, anyway.” Avery laughed and gestured toward the bottle and empty shot glasses on the coffee table. “Fill ’em up.”

This time, they drank their shots slowly, alternating sips of whiskey with long swigs of beer.

The Pussies fumbled again. “Jesus! This is lame.” Case turned to Avery, glancing down at his crotch before looking into his eyes. “I’ll bet we can find a better way to spend our time.”

Avery already had a bulge in his blue jeans. “What if Liz comes home early?”

“From her Friday night party with her girlfriends?” Case’s painfully hard cock strained against his jeans. “She never gets back before 1:00 AM. Sometimes, it’s way later. I wonder what they do after the bars close.”

Avery finished his whiskey and took a long gulp of beer. “All right.” He moved into Case’s arms and they kissed, hard with lots of tongue, more aggressively than women usually liked.

Case started to unfasten Avery’s belt, then changed his mind. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Better than the couch,” Avery answered. They stood up and went into the bedroom.

Case folded the quilt and set it on the dresser, then turned the ceiling light off, leaving the room bathed in the warm glow from the lamps on the nightstands.

“Nice and romantic,” Avery said.

“Liz and I like to look at each other.”

Avery looked at the tapestry on the wall over the headboard. It was a picture of a crescent moon, surrounded by stars and swimming in a deep blue sky. “I’m surprised you don’t have some mirrors.”

“Liz’s sister made that. We don’t have anywhere else to hang it. And it sets a mood. Not that we need any encouragement.”

“Romantic. But not too girly.”

“That’s Liz. ‘Not too girly.’ Likes tight dresses . . . and naughty underwear. Fucks like a guy. Swears like one, too.”

The men laughed and kissed, fondling each other’s asses and rubbing crotches.

Case froze. “You hear something?”

“Naw. What did it sound like?”

“Probably just my imagination.” Case kissed Avery again. “Let’s get out of these clothes.”

They stripped quickly. “You’re so goddamn sexy.” Case wrapped his hand around Avery’s hard-on.

“You too.” Avery gripped Case’s stiff cock. They kissed, hard and open-mouthed, while fondling each other’s swollen poles.

Case sank to his knees. “I’m gonna suck your cock.” He licked Avery’s balls, then worked his way up his swollen shaft.

Avery was breathing hard when Case finally reached the top. Case’s heart was racing. He clamped his lips around Avery’s corneal ring, and licked and sucked his cock-head while slowly jacking his rod and playing with his balls.

Avery stroked Case’s crew-cut. “You’re a truly excellent cock-sucker.”

Case looked up at Avery, grinning. “I’m just doing what I’d like a girl . . . or a guy . . . to do to me.” He went back down on Avery’s pole.

“Guy should know how to suck another guy’s dick.” Avery squeezed Case’s muscular shoulders and rocked his hips, fucking Case’s face.

Case thought he heard a gasp from the darkness just outside the bedroom door, but he was too busy to pay attention. Avery’s cock battered his mouth and thrust deep down his throat while he jacked Avery’s shaft and squeezed his balls.

“Oh Jesus!” Avery moaned. His hot cum filled Case’s mouth and splashed the back of his throat. It was tart and incredibly sexy, even better than Liz’s pussy juices.

Case worked Avery’s rod until he’d milked every drop of cum from his throbbing tool.

“Okay!” Avery pulled away. “I’m done.” He laughed. “For now.”

Case licked his lips, trying to find a few more drops of Avery’s cum. “More later?”

“Yeah, later,” Avery edirne escort said. “Right now, I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Good!” It was Liz’s voice. “I want to watch you guys fuck.”

Case jumped to his feet and stepped away from Avery. They stood frozen with rock-hard cocks, staring at the darkness outside the bedroom door.

Liz stepped into the light. She was breathing hard and her blouse was unbuttoned, showing off her sexy little breasts. Her dark tan areolas were puffed into little domes and her light tan nipples were pebble-hard. She’d taken her short skirt off and pulled her frilly panties to one side, exposing her neatly-rolled pussy lips. Her shaved vulva gleamed with her juices.

Case tried to speak, but no words came out. Liz was staring at him and Avery with a half-smile on her face. “I’m not pissed,” she said. “Just turned on.”

“Uh . . .” Case was still having trouble talking. “You’re home early.”

She laughed and looked from Case to Avery and back, focusing on their big stiff cocks. “Ellen was the only one who showed up. Kat had problems at work and everyone else had family stuff. We had a couple of drinks, then decided to go home.”

Liz lifted her hands to her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. “Glad I did. Otherwise, I’d have missed the show . . .”

She turned to Avery. “I’m surprised at you, Sam. Playing with my sexy husband.” Her eyes darted to Case, then back to Avery. “Couple weeks ago, you were bending Paula over the back table at Gray’s Bar.”

“Yeah. Well . . .”

Liz quit playing with her tits and took a stiff dick in either hand. “I’m still waiting for that show.”

Avery had been staring at Liz, mostly at her face but sometimes down at her tits and pussy. He turned to Case. “She’s not kidding, is she?”

“Course not.” Liz let go of Avery’s pole and pointed to the bed. “Bend over. I want to watch Rick stick his cock up your ass.”

Avery stood still, staring at her. “You heard the lady,” Case growled. He gripped Avery’s shoulders and turned him toward the bed. “I’m gonna fuck your butt for her.”

Liz laughed. “Such self-sacrifice.”

“Well . . .” Case grinned. “For me, too.”

“Bet he’s got a fuckin’ hot ass.” Liz smiled at Case’s expression. “This isn’t your first time. With Sam.” She looked thoughtful. “And maybe some other guys?”

Case shook his head. “Nobody else. Not since we got married.”

“It doesn’t matter. As long as you keep fucking me.” She got the little squeeze bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer and handed it to Case, then patted Avery’s butt. “Fuck him now. Fuck his ass.”

Avery moved his feet apart and bent over, pressing the palms of his hands against the mattress. “I’m ready.”

“All right.” Case lubricated Avery’s asshole and his own hard-on. Liz gripped his stiff cock and guided between Avery’s butt cheeks. His cock slipped easily into Avery’s asshole.

“Fuck!” Liz stared at Case’s cock, buried between Avery’s buttocks. “That’s so goddamn hot!”

“Sure is.” Avery’s hot tight ass clamped Case’s cock. “Fuck me good. Give Liz a real show.”

“All right.” Case pulled most of the way out, then pushed back inside. Avery moaned softly. So did Liz.

He went slowly for the first few strokes, then speeded up. Liz let go of his balls, slid two fingers up her shiny wet pussy, and worked them in and out while staring at his plunging pole. “That’s right,” she whispered. “Ream Sam’s ass.”

Case gripped Avery’s hips to hold him in place and pounded his butt, pulling out, then slamming home.

Liz screamed softly as she fucked her pussy with two fingers while jacking her clit. “Oh fuck! I’m coming!” She looked at Case. “I want to see you shoot.”

Case’s cock throbbed and his balls tightened. He yanked his dick out of Avery’s ass and sprayed cum all over his back and buttocks.

Liz sank to her knees and closed her eyes. Case fondled Avery’s ass briefly, then knelt on the floor in front of Liz. She opened her eyes and smiled when Case kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around Case’s back and pulled their bodies together, flattening her firm little breasts and pressing her hard nipples into his chest. “Jesus, Rick.” She kissed him back, hard. “That was fuckin’ awesome.”

“Pretty mind-blowing for me, too.”

Avery straightened up and turned to face them. Liz grinned at him. “You were great.”

“Pretty great for me, too. Never thought I’d get fucked by a man while his wife watched.”

“I know Rick liked it. Guess you did too.” Avery just smiled. “Good. I’m not done with you.” She kissed Case again. “Either of you.”

Liz stood up and tongue kissed Avery. He fondled her escort edirne breasts while she kneaded his ass cheeks.

Case moved behind her and rubbed his still-stiff dick up and down Liz’s butt crack. She pushed back automatically. “Feels great, Rick.”

She turned around to face Case. “Go get cleaned up.” She pushed him toward the master bath. “Hurry.”

He showered and dried off in two minutes flat. Back in the bedroom, Liz was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, moaning softly. Avery was kneeling on the floor, eating her out.

Case’s boner had never gone down and it was rock-hard now. Liz grinned at him. “That was a quick shower.”

“I was in a hurry.”

“I know.” Liz gasped at something Avery did. “Oh God! That’s really good.”

Case stopped at the edge of the bed. Liz grabbed his stiff pole. “Come here. I want to suck your cock.”

Case knelt on the bed in front of Liz. She squeezed his balls and stroked his swollen shaft while slowly running her tongue over his cock-head. “That’s so good,” he whispered.

Liz looked up at him dreamily. “I love playing with your cock. You’re so fucking sexy . . .” She clamped her lips around his pole and sucked him hard and fast, alternating between lashing his cock-head with her tongue and taking him deep in her throat. Case groaned and squeezed her shoulders, feeling the pressure building in his nuts.

“Oh fuck!” Liz cried. “I’m coming!” She jacked Case’s stiff rod roughly while screaming and grinding her vulva into Avery’s face.

Liz finally stopped moving, propped up on her knees and elbows and gasping for breath. She was still holding Case’s hard rod. She kissed his tip, then let him go and scrambled off the bed.

Avery stood up. His face was glistening with Liz’s juices. She moved into his arms and kissed him passionately. “You can really eat pussy.” She gripped his hard-on. “Know what I want now?”

“This?” Avery put his hand between her legs.

She laughed. “Bad boy!”

Case got up to watch Liz jack Avery’s cock while he fingered her pussy.

Liz turned her head and kissed Case. “It’s Sam’s turn. That’s only fair.”

Case fondled Liz’s and Avery’s butt cheeks. I don’t mind sharing.” He kissed Avery. “Not with you.”

“Good.” Liz kissed Case again, then lay on her back with her legs spread and beckoned to Avery. “Come on. Just shove your big thick cock up my cunt. I’m ready for a nice rough fuck.”

Avery knelt between her legs and slid his hard-on into her pussy. “That’s right!” she gasped.

Case slapped Avery’s butt. “Ride her hard, cowboy.”

“Okay.” Avery pounded Liz’s pussy, keeping her screaming and coming.

She finally pushed him away. “I want you to shoot in me. But not yet.”

Case was standing beside the bed. Liz smiled up at him. “Your turn. The way I like it. Just don’t shoot. Yet. You know where I want to feel you coming.”

Avery stood up and Case took his place. Liz lifted her knees as he slid into the saddle. “Yeah! Give me a nice rough ride. Like a rodeo cowboy.”

He fucked her hard, kneading her tits and pinching and twisting her swollen nipples. She screamed and thrashed, coming hard. He pulled his throbbing cock out of Liz’s pussy and looked at Avery. “Your turn.”

They took turns pounding Liz’s pussy, finally leaving her limp. They stood at the foot of the bed, tongue-kissing and rubbing cocks while she recovered.

Liz stood up, stepped between the men, and took a hard-on in each hand. “God, you boys are sexy!” She kissed Case, then Avery. “My stud cop husband and his hot partner.”

She pushed Case down onto his knees. “Suck Sam.” He did, moving his tightly-closed lips up and down over Avery’s stiff pole while kneading his nuts.

“You like that?” Liz asked. “My pussy taste on your buddy’s cock?”

“Oh yeah.” Case stood up and reached for her.

She twisted away. “I’m ready for something else.” She got on her hands and knees on the bed with her butt hanging over the edge. “Guess what.”

Case looked from Liz’s muscular ass to Avery’s rigid pole and back. “That’s not hard.”

She giggled. “But your cocks sure are. Sam, get on the bed. I want to suck you while Rick . . . Well, he knows what I want now.” Avery knelt on the bed in front of Liz and she wrapped her hand around his rigid shaft. “Two guys. This is going to be great.”

Case sank to his knees behind Liz. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her tender little rosebud. “Come on, Rick.” He showered her buttocks with little butterfly kisses, gradually approaching her puckered hole. “Yeah,” she whispered. “You’re such a tease . . .”

He flattened his tongue against her asshole. Liz moaned with pleasure edirne escort bayan and pushed back against his face, moaning and squirming as he lovingly caressed her sweet pucker with long slow strokes, getting it good and wet. “Oh fuck yeah!” she gasped. “That’s right.”

Liz sucked Avery’s cock while Case pressed the tip of his tongue against her anal entrance and gradually teased her open. She arched her back and her muffled cries grew louder as he probed deeper. When most of his tongue was inside her, she gasped, “Fuck me now! Fuck my ass!”

“Okay, Baby. I’m gonna pound your sweet butt.” Case lubricated Liz’s hot tight hole and his stiff cock, then pressed its swollen head between her buttocks. She pushed back, taking his glans and upper shaft.

“That’s right!” Liz gasped. “Now give me the rest!” She squealed as he pushed his stiff dick all the way in. “Oh god! Your big hot dog feels so good.”

Case fucked her slowly, watching his cock sliding in and out of her muscular buttocks. “You like that, Baby?”

“Oh yeah.” She rocked back in time with his leisurely thrusts. “But you can go faster and harder. I’m ready for you.”

“Okay.” He fucked her with long rapid strokes, pulling out until his cock head was barely kissing her little rosebud, then driving fiercely in, slamming his balls against her butt cheeks.

Avery got off the bed, moved behind Case, and gripped his hips, bringing him to a stop. “You fucked my ass. Now it’s your turn.”

“That’s fair.” Case was both excited and scared. “Go ahead.”

Avery’s finger slid up Case’s ass and twisted around, coating his tight hole with lube. “That okay?”

“Yeah. Way easier than the first time.”

“You learn fast, Butt Slut.”

“Guess so. Fuck me now. I’m ready.”

Avery pulled his finger out and pressed his cock-head into Case’s tight anal ring. It hurt for a little bit, then Case’s ass muscles relaxed and Avery’s cock slid home. “Wow!”

Avery laughed. “Guess you like that.”

“Hell yeah! Feels great.” Case rocked his pelvis slowly, moving his cock inside Liz while fucking his ass on Avery’s stiff rod.

“Great for me, too.” Liz slid two fingers into her pussy. “Now, fuck me hard. While Sam fucks you.”

“All right.” Case fucked her fast, slamming his pelvis into her smoothly-rounded buttocks. Avery matched his motions, fucking him roughly. The tension in his nuts built rapidly under the front-and-back stimulation. “Jesus!”

“Getting close?” she asked in a ragged voice.

“Yeah. Real close.” He rammed her even harder.

“So am I.” Her fingers were busy in her pussy. “Come on. Shoot for me.”

“Oh yeah, Baby. Here it-” He slammed home, firing his first shot into her depths.

“That’s right, Baby!” Liz gasped. “Shoot your load!” She screamed, coming violently as he emptied his nuts into her hot tight asshole. Finally spent, he slowed to a stop.

“My turn.” Avery pulled Case away, stuck his stiff dick up Liz’s ass, and pounded her fiercely, fucking her to another screaming climax before coming himself.

Liz stood up, a little unsteadily. “That was so good.” Her eyes were half closed. “You guys are so good.” She kissed Case and then Avery thoroughly, then yawned. “I’m fucked out. Need to go to sleep.” She crawled to the middle of the bed and lay there face-down, snoring softly.

Avery kissed Case. “She asleep already?”

“Yeah. Out for the count. Happens when she comes long and hard enough.”

“How about you?” Avery reached for Case’s half-hard cock. “Ready for another round?”

Case laughed and pushed Avery’s hand away. “Ready to take a quick shower and go to sleep.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Avery yawned and then laughed. “Guess it’s catching.”

“Well, all that booze and sex . . .” Case took Avery’s hand. “Let’s go shower.”

“Together?”

“Sure. Just don’t get too frisky. Save that for dawn, when Liz is super-horny again.”

Case and Avery showered quickly with minimal fooling around, just kissing and a little fondling, then dried off and got into bed with Liz between them. Avery started snoring immediately. Case fell asleep moments later.

* * * *

The rising sun filled the room with a golden glow when Case woke up. Avery was lying naked on top of the covers with Liz kneeling between his spread legs, sucking his cock.

Liz lifted her head. “Good. You’re finally . . . up.” She grinned at his hardening rod. “I want something new. Something it takes two men to do with a woman . . .”

* * * * * * * * * *

Copyright © 2017 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

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“God, Ben, I’m doing this all outta order. I’m sorry. I mess everything up.” Dean paced up and down his living room as Ben removed his coat and shoes.

“Stop, Dean. Nothing’s wrong. Why’re you saying that?” Ben asked, feeling more than nervous.

“I shouldn’t be collaring you like this. There should be, we should’ve been dating for a while. I just…”

Ben sighed. “Dean, I asked for this, and you’re humoring me.”

Dean barked out a harsh laugh. “You don’t even understand what this means, not really. We should’ve talked about it, should’ve worked it out, but I rushed into it because…” He deflated, then threw himself into the recliner next to the couch.

Ben’s eyes rolled up. Dean was being dramatic. “Dean, nothing’s out of order.”

“We should be at dinner right now. I should be pouring you a nice red wine, we should be eating. Getting to know each other.”

Ben stalked forward and dropped to his knees between Dean’s legs in front of the recliner. He looked up, Dean’s pain hurting his heart. “Dean, I love you. Collar me. I wanna wear your collar. I wanna… um… We don’t have to work tomorrow. I wanted to, ah, spend the night. If you don’t mind…”

Dean swallowed hard. “You wanna spend the night?”

He nodded. “Is that okay?”

Dean nodded. “We can do whatever you want.”

He exhaled. “Dean, please. Stop this. I wanna see the collar you chose for me. Show me? Please?”

Dean looked at him, vulnerable and afraid. “If you stay the night, you’ll give me the wrong idea. If you let me collar you now, you’ll give me the wrong idea.”

“Dean, it’s not the wrong idea. I’ve been waiting all week. I want…” He couldn’t say it, it was too embarrassing.

“I wanna make you mine, Ben.” It was a statement, a fact, but the way he said it made it seem like he was implying that what he wanted was bad. “If you stay, I’ll wanna make you mine.”

Ben leaned closer, pushing Dean’s legs apart. “I want that, too.”

Dean watched him for almost too long, then reached into his pocket. “You’ll let me collar you?”

“I want you to collar me,” he agreed. “No one at work will know what it means but us, and I totally wanna feel like that. Make me yours, Dean.”

Dean’s hands were shaking as he pulled out the black metal collar. It had similar metal working, Ben noticed, but the black was shiny and almost iridescent. Ben leaned closer. “I want you so much,” Dean whispered, his hands trembling.

Ben took his hands and pulled them closer to inspect the collar when Dean froze up. “It’s awesome. Do it, Dean. We can spend all night making me yours. All weekend, if you wanted.”

“I’m afraid you won’t like being fucked, Ben. It scares me a lot.”

“Stop stalling. Even if I don’t like anal, I’ve enjoyed everything else we’ve done so far. Is no anal sex a deal breaker, in the event that I don’t enjoy it?”

Dean shook his head quickly. “No, not at all. I mean, of course not.”

“Then stop stalling and collar me, Dean. Then, you need to punish me for coming on the floor when you told me not to.” Ben leaned in, then went up on his knees and planted a kiss on Dean’s lips before he could say anything else.

Dean snorted, then pulled back, a soft smile on his face. “You’re killing me, DeLuca.”

Ben smiled, too. “Make me yours, Sir. Please?”

Dean’s hands shook as he pulled the collar out. The metal was warm as it wrapped around his neck, and Dean spun it around so that the ends were under his chin as he clasped it. His fingers lingered a little longer, then brushed Ben’s adam’s apple before he retreated, sitting back to admire the collar.

“It looks so good on you,” Dean whispered. His hand cupped Ben’s cheek, and then they were kissing. Dean tasted like copper, and Ben wondered if he’d bitten the inside of his cheek until he bled. “Thank you, Ben. So much.”

He kissed Dean back. “Thank you, Sir,” he said. “Dean. I love you.”

Dean leaned his forehead on Ben’s. “I love you, too. This’s too good to be true.”

“Sorry, but you’re a Disney princess now. Suck it up.”

Dean pulled back to look him in the eye, looking confused, then barked out a laugh. “Sure, sure. Don’t you wanna go see it?”

“Absolutely,” he said, jumping to his feet. He ran to the bathroom, his fingers tracing the collar. It sat comfortably at the base of his neck, with a quarter-sized hoop just below the hollow of his throat. It made him shiver in pleasure as he traced it with his finger. He was leaning in to inspect the collar closer when Dean came into the bathroom behind him.

“Do you…”

“I love it. How do you take it off?”

Dean bit his lip. “You don’t.”

“Oh, I know. I was wondering how it works. I wouldn’t dream of taking it off.”

Dean was worrying his lip now. He reached into his pocket and fished around, then came out with a small black bar. “I press this into this black piece next to the hoop, like this,” he said, leaning into Ben’s back. Dean watched himself in the mirror as he placed the bar into the small diyarbakır escort hole in the connection piece. It fell apart easily and Dean caught it.

“How’d you know how to do that?” he asked, jealousy blooming in his chest.

Dean kissed the side of his cheek, still watching them in the mirror. “Sheila taught me. I’ve always wanted…” He looked down. “I’ve always wanted to do this to someone. Someone special.”

Ben’s butterflies danced in his stomach. He reached back and pulled Dean against his body. “Thank you.”

Dean reattached the collar around his neck, then kissed his cheek. “Do you… Do you like it?”

“Have you been listening? It’s awesome. I really, really like it.”

It tickled as Dean traced the metal around his neck with his lips, eyes locked on Ben’s in the mirror. “You’re supposed to be in trouble, aren’t you?”

It amazed him how quickly Dean could switch from normal Dean to Dom Dean. “Yes, Sir,” he said, turning away from his reflection.

Dean stepped back, then pulled him by his hands from the bathroom and back into his bedroom. “I know I asked you to dress up, but take it all off. Now.”

Ben swallowed. “Yes, Sir,” he said, his throat raw. He took his tie off and put it on the dresser, then started unbuttoning his shirt, Dean closely supervising his increasing exposure.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight. Do you understand?”

He swallowed hard and shrugged off his shirt, folding it half-assed before he put it on Dean’s dresser, too. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to slip my cock inside your ass and thrust into you until I come. Do you want that?”

His pants slid down his legs, and he pushed his underwear to follow. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, bitch, I didn’t hear you, yea?”

“Yes, Sir. I want you to,” he cleared his throat here as a squeak came out. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to… make me yours.” He swallowed hard again, then took his socks off. He stood back up, dressed only in Dean’s collar. It was so freaking sexy he could barely stand it.

Dean moaned appreciatively. “Shit, Ben. You’re wearing my collar.”

“Do you like it, Sir?” he asked, barely audible, his throat tight with lust, embarrassment, and nerves.

“It’s perfect. You look so hot right now,” Dean breathed out. He stalked over to Ben, then fell to his knees before him. “You don’t even know.”

Ben’s cock was in Dean’s mouth before he could think of a response. “Mmm,” he moaned out, losing the ability to form words as Dean’s lips sealed around his shaft and his tongue pressed against his slit.

Ben watched Dean suck him down, then release him to lavish kisses up and down his length. Dean’s glasses were super hot, totally hitting some buttons he’d already had preprogrammed. He’d been into nerdy girls with glasses, and now he was into Dean with glasses, too.

“I like…” he panted out breathlessly when Dean pulled back into kisses again.

Dean gripped his cock hard. “You like? What do you like?”

“You in glasses,” he said, feeling light-headed from his growing desire. “It feels intimate, and it’s always been a turn-on for me.”

Dean smirked. “You like nerds?”

Ben snorted. “What can I say, I’m attracted to intelligence.”

Dean gripped harder. “Glasses don’t mean someone is intelligent. They’ll give them to anyone, yea?”

Ben nodded. “I didn’t know you wore glasses until tonight. Like I said, attracted to intelligence.”

Dean snorted out a laugh. “Sure, sure.” He plunged his head down Ben’s shaft again, and rose up off it just as fast. “Ben?”

Suddenly Dean looked apprehensive. “Dean, it’s okay. I’m good.”

He shook his head. “Are you sure you wanna… You sure you… I wanna have sex with you so much, but I’m so afraid you’ll hate it. That you’ll realize you made a mistake.”

Ben smiled softly, cupping Dean’s face between his hands. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. I am. It’s exciting, though. It’s good scared. It’s planning the future scary, and pain scary, and honestly? I’m worried that I won’t be good at it and I’ll disappoint you.”

“You won’t,” Dean insisted.

Ben shrugged. “We won’t know until we try. What should I do? To get ready?”

“No regrets?” Dean asked, looking up at him with so much vulnerability that it hurt his heart.

He shook his head. “None so far. I want you to punish me, get me ready, I wanna do this. With you. Everything we’ve done so far has been awesome. I’m enjoying everything, I promise that’s not a lie. Dean, I won’t lie to you, not ever, I swear it. I fucked up my last relationship cause I was bad at communicating, which made it seem like I was lying.

“Oh, and also cause I was selfish, and an asshole. I hope I’m better in all those categories. I wanna be better, for you. To be worthy of you. Aisha told me today that everyone at work though I was an asshat because I hung out with Hugh. She called it ‘Hugh’s Posse’. She’s right. I was.”

Dean’s face soured at the escort diyarbakır mention of Aisha. “I don’t know if I like her paying so much attention to you all of a sudden.”

Ben smiled. “You being all possessive’s hot. She’s a dominatrix, invited us to come check out the dungeon she works at.” Dean’s face darkened. “Not like that. Cause she thinks we’re into BDSM.”

“Maybe don’t talk about her now, yea?”

He sniffed out a laugh. “You’re right. I’m just saying, I was not a great person when I was in Hugh’s Posse. Is that really what everyone called us?”

Dean bit his lip, then nodded. “Kinda.”

“Whatever. I’m not anymore. You made me wanna be better. I wanna be the me I am now, with you.”

Dean’s eyes looked a little watery and he turned away. “You’re really sentimental, aren’t you?”

“Is that bad?”

Dean shook his head. “I’m killing the mood, aren’t I?”

He shook his head. “No, no,” he said. There was no way he was going to let Dean start getting down on himself, even if he was right. “I’m good. This’s good. What do we need to do to get me ready for you?” He shivered a tiny bit, both aroused and afraid.

Dean’s arms wrapped around his ass, pressing his face into his belly. Ben threaded his fingers through his silky hair. “I bought some different sized plugs, to stretch you out slowly.”

Just as Dean pulled away, Ben’s stomach betrayed him by gurgling loudly. “Sorry,” he said, looking down at his half-mast manhood.

“I really am doing this all wrong. Dinner, of course you’re hungry. We basically skipped lunch today. Okay,” he said, pushing himself up from the ground. “Let’s do this.”

“Dean?” he asked as Dean stepped behind him. He didn’t turn, unsure if they were playing or not.

“Ben, we need to relax you, get you ready so it doesn’t hurt. I thought we’d use plugs,” he said, digging through the bottom dresser drawer. He pulled out a hard, clear plastic package with three black, tulip shaped bulbs with wide flat bases arranged from small to large. “These.”

Ben swallowed hard. “Plugs?”

“Butt plugs,” Dean said, prying open the package. It came open easier than it looked like it would. “We’ll start with this small one first.” He picked it up and held it out for Ben to appraise.

Ben took it, his hand shaking a little. “This goes inside me?”

Dean flushed. “Yeah. Helps you get used to the size, then we’ll go up to the next one, once you’re comfortable. Are you sure, I mean, we don’t have to have sex, we can just-“

“Don’t you wanna?” Ben asked, turning the plug over in his hand. It seemed small enough, but he had no idea how these things worked. Well, he had the general idea, but not of the size to pain ratio of it.

“Of course, but I wanna make sure you’re, I mean, you, it’s, I don’t want, you know…”

Ben handed the plug back to Dean. “I wanna have sex with you, so help me get ready. I don’t know how to use this.”

It was Dean’s turn to swallow hard. He took the plug back and pulled something else from the bottom drawer, a clear bottle with a pump top. “Get on my bed,” he directed, though it wasn’t the same tone he used when they played. “Put your head down on the bed and your ass in the air. Good,” he said when Ben followed his directions. His ass was up in the air and his knees spread so that his cheeks spread wide enough to make him feel the most exposed he’d ever felt.

Dean fiddled with stuff behind him. “Dean?”

“Ben? Are you okay? Did you change your mind?”

“No, I’m good. Just, can you explain what you’re doing? I’m super nervous,” he asked.

“Oh. Yeah. Sure. Yeah. So, I’m putting a lot of lube on the plug, you don’t get wet like a woman would, so we need to make sure it’s nice and wet back here.” Dean pressed one finger to Ben’s hole.

His whole body shuddered and Dean pulled away. “Please don’t stop,” he begged.

“Sorry. Let me know if I hurt you, please? Don’t try to act all tough, this doesn’t have to hurt, yea?”

He forced himself to take deep, even breaths. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Dean said, pressing his finger against Ben’s hole again. It was slippery, and he gasped when it pressed its way inside of him. “Okay. I’m gonna put some lube in here, too.” He wiggled his finger around. “You okay?”

Ben nodded, all of his attention locked onto that finger knuckle deep into his ass. “Yah,” he gasped out. It was a weird feeling, but also naughty. It was good. “Isss good.”

Dean froze up, then circled his finger just on the inside of the tight ring of muscles. “Relax, Ben.”

“Yah,” he agreed, forcing his ass to unclench.

Dean’s finger slipped a little deeper. “Good. You’re doing good.” He wiggled it some more, then sank it even deeper, not stopping until the rest of his fingers were against Ben’s crack. He curled his finger down and pressed against something inside that made Ben’s toes curl up. “That’s your prostate,” Dean informed him. “This right here is why getting fucked as a man feels good. You feel this?” diyarbakır escort bayan He punctuated his question with another firm caress.

“Yah. Feels good,” he said, face hot from the shame of his position, and being fingered.

Dean rewarded him with another caress. “I’m glad,” he breathed out, barely a whisper. “Okay. I’m gonna put the plug in now,” he said in his normal tone. He pulled his finger from Ben’s ass and he suddenly had a strange feeling of emptiness that he didn’t like. Before he could say anything the slippery tip of the plug danced over his hole.

“Dean,” he gasped, his body trembling again.

“I won’t hurt you,” Dean said, placing his palm firmly on the small of Ben’s back. It was intensely soothing. “Relax. I’ll go slow. If you wanna stop, just say it and we will. Like, the colors, remember when we talked about the colors?”

“Green,” Ben moaned out, pressing his ass into the lubed-up plug.

Dean’s hand pressed firmly against his back before the tip of the plug began to press into his anus. It slowly pushed its way inside, stretching him a tiny bit at a time. Even so, Ben realized he was panting, and he flinched as a sharp pain had him clenching reflexively. “Sorry, sorry,” he moaned.

“Shh,” Dean soothed, pulling the plug back a little. “Let me know when it hurts. This takes time, so relax. If you aren’t enjoying it, tell me.” He pushed the plug forward again, just to the point before the pain started, then backed it off again. Next he swirled it around his hole, still pushing it in slightly.

“That’s nice,” Ben admitted. “It’s bigger than I realized,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

Dean didn’t say anything, just rocked the plug back and forth over his opening, pushing and receding in a soothing rhythm. He jumped when Dean’s lips touched his left asscheek, the relaxed again when Dean kissed him there. As if encouraged, Dean began peppering his ass with kisses and small nips.

“You really like biting me, don’t-” he was cut off as the plug sank deep, then seemed to pull itself inside him the rest of the way. “Oh, god.”

“Fuck, Ben. You are so goddamn sexy. I’m not gonna make it, I wanna cum so bad. I wanna jerk off and cum right on the plug in your ass,” Dean said between kisses and nips. “You still need stretched more. I don’t want it to hurt.”

“We have all weekend,” he reminded. “Cum if you want.”

Dean’s hand on his back tensed, then disappeared. He turned to look, worried Dean was fretting about it. Cock in hand, Dean was staring at his ass with a look of determination. “I wanna take my time with you, but I want you so bad.”

“Cum on the plug. I want you to. I’ll beg you, or you can do it as punishment, or just because you wanna. But, don’t hold back. Not now, let’s enjoy ourselves.”

Dean’s hand began jerking, hard and fast. The other hand returned to the small of his back. The sound of his masturbating was too sexy, he wanted to touch himself. “Ben,” Dean moaned. “I love you so much.”

“Can I touch myself?” he asked.

“I want you to cum,” Dean grunted. The noises he made grew steadily louder as his hand moved faster. “I’m so close.”

“Sir, are you gonna cum on the plug in my ass?” Ben asked, shifting up on his hands and knees to grab his cock before he dropped back down to one shoulder.

“Fuck yes,” Dean moaned. “I’m gonna paint your ass with my cum.”

“Please,” Ben begged, his hand moving awkwardly at that angle. Still, Dean’s dirty talk was making him so hot, along with the full pressure of the plug in his ass. “Cum on my ass, Sir.”

Dean’s fingers clenched up on his back, then Dean’s hips pressed into Ben’s ass. Dean’s cock rubbed against him in time to his jerking. He shuddered before Ben felt the first warm rope of cum land between his asscrack. His hand sped up, he was so close, too. He wanted to cum before Dean was finished, wanted to cum as Dean coated him, but he couldn’t.

He whined, his arm still moving, but he couldn’t find the right angle, couldn’t get enough friction to bring him. Dean flipped him over roughly, then dropped to the floor between his legs again, breathing hard from his own orgasm.

“Dean!” he exclaimed. Dean sucked his cock inside and took him deep, deeper than he’d ever been able to do. He felt a rush of jealousy that was soon dashed by a wave of pleasure pushing him closer to the crest of his orgasm. “Dammit, don’t stop. Please.”

Dean sucked harder and his toes curled as his hips pushed up. Cold fingers pushed his hips back to the bed and he whined, but then he came and his whining turned into pleased moans. Dean rode him the whole time, his fingers digging into Ben’s hips hard to keep him from thrusting up.

Finally Dean pulled off him, but didn’t say anything. Ben opened heavy eyelids and found Dean staring at him. “You okay? That was fun.”

Dean nodded, then pushed Ben’s back to the bed and mounted him. Ben smiled as Dean came in for a kiss. His mouth instantly filled with the taste of cum as Dean kissed him with a mouth full of it. It filled his mouth and he tried to move away by instinct alone, but Dean held his head and continued kissing him. Hard.

Dean traced his finger over Ben’s adam’s apple and he swallowed automatically. Dean moaned and Ben understood, but he wanted to hear it. He pushed Dean up a little. Both of them were breathing hard.

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Snowdrifts and the still of an orange tinted night append a solemn mood. Pick any random corner in his neighborhood and you can find one of the most beautiful houses in the world. In the summer, trees act like canopies above the streets, children play in yards watched over by two mommies or two daddies, and literally hundreds of bunnies live amongst the suburbanites. Skyler sits still in the window where he usually eats breakfast at the front of the house. The sensation of cold air tickles the hair on his balls while his cock is stiffening. The days ahead of him are as hazy as frosted glass.

He has only one evening left before he finishes packing it all up and moves to the ghetto. He finds an affordable studio apartment on the West Side and signs the lease seeing no other choice. The children curse and ride their bikes on the sidewalk, no rabbits, the canopies are burned out by the sun, and gay couples, well what are those? A winter move is difficult, but he arranges for it and pays with some of the savings he has left.

Initially, Skyler had moved to the Avenue reluctantly but fell in love with it. The neighborhood he found was very gay friendly with a couple of neighborhood bars where he could get lucky if nothing was happening online. The second floor apartment is, well was, the best place he’d ever had. The first guy he fucked in the new bed had shown up in a mini van and seemed surprised that Skyler lived in the house. He knew what the implications were but ignored them and explained that he only rented the second floor. It was impressive enough to get a guy wet, especially one who longed for that type of freedom.

Skyler walked slowly up the stairs positioning himself behind “what was his name,” he thought “and how many children did the guy have?” The memory of the whom had lapsed but the what, still remained. The details and lines of the face have faded with time. “Did he have a tattoo? Does it matter?” Sky had walked up the stairs undressing his prize one step at a time. The guy who lived below was generally away on business so he could have fucked in the hallway denizli escort if he’d wanted. He’d fucked an inebriated club kid on the steps once. The smell lingered in the carpet for an entire day and he’d hurt his back.

The guy he remembered most was slightly taller than he preferred and hairy. Skyler remembered the burn he’d felt from those hairs when he came face to face with his meal and every one of them seemed to stand on end when the guy shot. He had that tall well-defined skinny boy look, his ass eagerly took on the challenge of Sky’s lineage and welcomed the intrusion. “Oh thank you. Thank you sir” came the murmur. Skyler’s prick was at full staff when it burrowed deep into its victim. The blowjob had been phenomenal.

If only he could have held his breath for five minutes straight…

Skyler worked to stir the seed from his loin. To do what needed to be done. He felt his cock slide forward then angle down the back past the uvula and into a constricted airway that felt as though he were fucking anally without a condom. He closed his eyes and fantasized he was doing it raw. He held the muscle to prevent himself from shooting in the hopes that it would finish faster. His load started to seep out. Precum lubed his shaft and the mouth that tasted shaft. He tried harder to hold it back, it lagged. He thrusted faster and harder, holding his cock in place to enjoy the sensation of the newly found flesh.

The guy had wavy black hair, deep brown eyes, and distinctly large shaved balls. He remembers that much. At one point Skyler was within seconds of forcing himself to shoot down biguy25’s throat, were it not for breathing he would have succeeded. After coming close to the edge several times Skyler had begun to finger him some hole. It was tight, warm and invitingly moist with natural juice.

The drive to fuck deep and hard was strong. “You want me to play in that tail don’t you?” The stranger bucked his body on the bed and tightened his pucker around Skyler’s thick digits at the thought of getting some dark cock up his denizli escort bayan tight little ass. His mouth slick with spit and precum, his eyes moist from having gagged for air. Skyler gingerly wiped away one of the tears with his thumb and tasted it.

The young man sidled up to sit on the bed. He smiled, and kissed away the taste of salt from Skyler’s tongue replacing it with that of cum. In the same slow and deliberate movement, the eager cocksucker became a bottom waiting to be ravaged. He made koo sounds and arched his ass while fingering himself. The smell, his smell, there was something about the musk that could be tasted on the air. Something about fucking a guy who settled for having pussy at home but gave out an alias when he begged for dick like a little bitch that was a turn on.

Skyler quickly straddled his victim savoring the roundness of a new ass against his balls. He slammed his cock, slapping the small of the man’s back whom later he would not remember, bent to his ear to whisper the name. It was a warning that said “I’m going to fuck you till it hurts” whoever you are. In one motion he reached over the side of the bed for a rubber, pressed the head of his cock against the guy’s manhole and felt the temptation of raw flesh, tongue kissed the nape of the trophy neck, sat up and armed his warhead teasingly slow.

Over the next twenty minutes he had fucked biguy to exhaustion in four different positions. The rhythmical clapping of cock, balls and ass kept a steady beat with each thrust driving home the chorus in the form of panting breaths and spasms. “Please, give me your load.” Skyler had the guy face down, one hand pressed hard against his head holding fast, suffocating him in the pillow which swallowed the wanton cry. His victim jacked off tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing from the violence of Skyler’s dick. It was maddening. His bottom was challenging him in a contest of will, skill and reflex.

Smiling to himself, Skyler remembers not so much the man, but the act.

That night, things escort denizli ended in a tie. Both men released themselves in unison. Their bodies like gears, turned and worked together to power the singular machine they had become. One, two, three, with each squirt his bottom did the same, leaving a pool of cum on the sheets that was later washed from their skin. With each shot into the body he had beneath him, he felt the tightening and release of pleasure. The synchronization prolonged the affect and for a few moments their body, each for the benefit of the other, was one.

Skyler sits thinking about that first time he had sex on the avenue, and some of the times after. “I’ll miss this place,” he says out loud, returning to the moment. A lot of the things he doesn’t need are collected in boxes he got from the grocery over the last few days. Much of the kitchen stuff except for a couple of plates, and enough cook wear to make a simple lunch, are gone. Clothes that he no longer wants are on the left side of the hall, everything else packed and marked. Unlike the memories, those he will never pack.

There is a nervous still that comes with the snow in him. Not knowing what to expect, or when he will get back on his feet. The job search is going slow, still he isn’t ready to apply for anything as desperate as temp. “I’ve still got a few months before I have to go back to doing that again” he tells himself.

He pulls his knees closer to his chest, hugging his legs, enjoying the sensation of cold on his ass, his cock, his balls. A car passes. It’s the first one he has seen, and the first sound he has heard since waking up. The cars parked along the Avenue are covered in blankets of snow. He’ll have to dig out in the morning to go to the store, maybe buy a cake. “Might as well enjoy all this free time,” he says looking down at his cock. It is hard again.

“Couldn’t sleep? How long have you been sitting here sweetie?” Rui stands in the kitchen walkway silhouetted by the shadows.

“Just thinking about stuff.”

“The move? Yeah, well nothing you can do about that. Things will work out, you’ve still got me.” Rui smiles, moves in close and tugs at the erection. Skyler feels his cock twitch, responding to the call of being inside Rui for the third time tonight. “Got any more willie warmers?”

Skyler smiles, “bathroom closet.”

One more round before daybreak.

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Here I am in the front seat of my bosses SUV, naked wearing only a pair of pink platform high heels. My feet are spread wide with those heels sitting on the dashboard. I have this plastic cock butt plug nestled in my ass, and I am sporting my fully aroused erections that my boss, David has oiled for me. We are driving to my Ex’s place to get my stuff out of there so I will be permanently moved into with my Alpha male gay bosses, Saul and David.

I am afraid of what the butt plug in my ass means for my future. They are gay and I read that gays do sexual things to each other’s asses. Are they planning on doing that to me?

I am scared but my cock isn’t. It is hard, hot and very horny, demanding me to stroke it.

“Now, Friday, you should jack off as we drive,” Saul whispers in my ear. “You can cum as much as you like, since I know you can do so multiple times. I’ll drive your car back to the office and you and David will pack up your things. If you play nice, we will let you get dressed, wearing the girly things David has brought for you.”

As I stroke my oiled cock I blurt out, “But what if someone sees me at my old place all naked in these heels?”

“Well, that is not our problem.”

I sure hope at this hour of the morning everyone has gone off to work. I can’t bear the thought of being seen naked like this. Ohhhh…the smell of cum on my body from those six gay guys who spurted their loads on me is strong and makes me even more horny. I need to cum myself and I begin to spurt out a fast hot load onto my bare chest.

OH GOD! I AM CUMMING FAST!

“That’s a good girl, cover yourself in your cum. Enjoy the ride,” Saul whispers in my ear.

David, my black bosses who is driving pats my bare thigh reassuringly.

Ohhhh…yes…that wonderful feeling of full body relaxation after a hot cum. My warm cream melts into the drying loads on my body from those gay guys. My cock despite having just shot off, feels hot…the idea that someone could look into the car and see me spread naked like this is a turn on.

I then feel that thing in my ass. I had almost forgotten about it being there. With my ass pressed down on the seat it forces the butt plug deep inside me. Damn it both hurts and yet makes my cock hard.

Why?

At least I have to admit that my cock likes the feel of this plastic penis in my ass. Damn! Does that mean my cock enjoys being treated like a queer and wants to be fucked like a queer? All I do know is the familiar need I feel in my hard cock that I have to respond to and I begin again to stroke my erection.

Ahhh…that feels so good. The familiar heat and solidity of my stiff oiled cock in my hand as I glide my hand up and down my shaft…that wonderfully feeling of joy as I jack myself off…this I know…I çorum escort don’t want to think about my ass and how it makes me feel to have a cock in it…

It just feels good to have an excited cock that wants to be stroked again. It is great to so quickly be turned on so I can masturbate once more. If that is the result of having that damn penis plug thing in my ass, well…so what… I like what it does to my cock…yesssss…

Ohhhh…I hope that I can be seen from the other cars…I hope that can see this naked dirty cum stained fem desperately stroking his cock for them…I hope they can turned on seeing me naked and jacking like this…envying me…wanting to be me…or wanting to have their hands on my hard cock and stroking me off…

Ohhh…actually they may only see my 6 inch platform high heels and my bare legs…ohhhh…they might slow down thinking I’m some slutty babe…

ohhhhh…yes…I love stroking my hard slick prick…what a surprise they’d get when they see

my cock…

Then I hear two horns beeping, one on either side of our vehicle. I look up and over to the side as

I continue to wank off. I see two drivers ogling me and giving me the thumbs up with a big grin on their face. They can see me! I arch my ass up to show off my throbbing hard on and they reply with another set of beeps. Then they fade off.

Wow!

“Friday,” Saul’s voice whispers in my ear. “You’ve played with yourself long enough, now go lean over, and suck David’s cock.”

Oh my! I have to admit that I’ve done this before. His skin smells vaguely of chocolate, and it is kind of hot and powerful to take control of his sex like this. I guess it is okay.

I reach over slowly as to not to jar David and begin to fumble with his jeans. I realize he is wearing 501’s and I begin to undo the snaps to discover he is going commando.

I take out his thick warm black prick and just look and admire the sight of this lovely monster of manhood. His dark chocolate thick penis feels so good and solid in my hand.

Holding it gives me a feeling of power and control over David. I can do what I want to him and make bring him to the edge of ecstasy and back.

I gently kiss his shaft enjoying the scent of his washed body with that hint of chocolate. I then lick the shaft and bring my tongue up to his cock head. Carefully licking all along the head. David moans.

I then hear another car beeping as I take his thick black cock head into my mouth and begin to suck it.

More car horns as I suck David’s black cock.

Ohhh…his cock tastes so good as it fills my mouth to bursting. He is so big I can barely get much of him in my mouth. My tongue plays with his cock head as I suck on him. David masterfully çorum escort bayan still keeps his concentration as he drives while

I pleasure him orally. I can’t imagine being able to focus like that. If someone was down on my cock I would be gone in the sensations, lost to everything. He has amazing control and powers of focus, somehow he can keep it all together even as I use my mouth to lick and suck his hot and throbbing manhood.

David begins to ooze precum and his cock shaft is getting coat with my spit and his cum as I bob up and down his thick warm member.

“Enough,” Saul’s voice is quiet and commanding. I obey, of course. “Go back to working on playing with yourself. Put your pretty feet back up on the dash and return to your masturbation.”

I reluctantly do so, leaving David’s slick solid erect manhood sticking up out of his 501’s.

I find my own hot cock is a rigid pole of desire. Saul drips a stream of oil onto my cock head and lets the oil cascade down my shaft to pool onto my balls. I take my oiled cock in my hand and return to pleasuring myself.

As I approach the edge…I can hear car horns…guys are seeing me all naked and jacking…I begin to shoot a load and hear two blaring horns as the hot cream lands on my naked chest.

“In case you are even aware of anything other than your erection,” Saul whispers. “I told David to take the scenic route to get your Ex’s place. Wanted to give you plenty a time to masturbate naked in the car.”

Ohhhh…is that it…I shoot the last of my jizz onto my chest as we finally pull off the freeway and drive into my old neighborhood.

I look at my chest and see all the wet cum loads that have drizzled down my bare skin. I think if someone sees me they could tell I had been jacking off.

“I”m glad you had a good relaxing time, soon we will put you to work,” Saul whispers. “By the way, you smell like warm cum, very sexy.”

We finally arrive at my Ex’s place and I begin to freak out. Here I am naked, covered in cum, wearing high heels…Hell…what if I was wrong and someone is around? What if they see me like this? What will happen? I don’t think they will let me get dressed…

“Well, you two have fun,” Saul says as he prepares to get out of the SUV. “I will drive Friday’s car back to our place. You two get to do the heavy lifting. Play nice.”

With that he walks off. I frantically look around to see if anyone is around. I sigh with relief as I don’t spot anyone.

“Come on, little one, ” David says as he puts his dick back into his 501’s and adjusts the snaps covering himself up. “We got some work to do. Grab the bags in the back, will use them to pack your clothes. I’ll take the bag with supplies and the flattened escort çorum boxes.”

I take a deep breath and step out of the car naked in my high heels. As I do the butt plug slips out of my ass and falls to the floor.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” David says as he gets out of the SUV. “Here, catch.”

He tosses me a scrunched up white band out his pocket . I catch it and unravel it. It sort of looks like a thong only there is no fabric between the band and the front of the thong is this band with a narrow loop like opening.

“What is this?” I ask.

“Something for you to wear, training wheels. Your cock and balls go through the front loop. Put it on.”

“Oh.” I carefully get my feet through the thong bands by stepping out of my shoes, one foot at a time and then stepping back into the backless ‘fuck me’ platform heels. As I’m pulling the thong up my legs David comes around to me and picks up the butt plug. He wipes it off on his jeans.

“Finish getting into them,” David instructs.

I slip the thong band up and bring the back band to slip tightly between my ass cheeks, then I manage to force my ball sack and then my semi-hard cock through the front loop. Once I’m down the loop very snuggly fits around my whole crotch, sort of like a cock ring.

“Turn around and spread your legs apart,” David instructs.

I do so a bit hesitantly afraid of what this might mean. I feel David tugging on the thong band in my ass and then I feel the tip of that butt plug against my asshole.

Oh no! Not…

David with practiced skill slips the plastic cock head into my asshole and shoves the whole thing as deeply into my ass as it can go. Then I feel him stretch the thong band and I understand. He is using the thong band to hold the butt plug in my ass.

“There. Training wheels.” Now let’s grab the bags and such from the back and get to work.”

David hands me large empty gym bags and he takes a stack of boxes and a filled gym bag. We head to the lobby. The sound of my heels on the ground seems to echo so loud as I walk. David has my keys and he opens the lobby door and props it to stay open. We walk into the lobby and get into the elevator to head up to our floor.

The idea of being seen walking around naked is such a turn on that my prick goes and gets hard as we go up in the elevator.

Suddenly the elevator comes to a floor before my Ex’s and stops.

My heart stops a beat and then races as the elevator door slowly opens. Oh God! I look over quickly at Dave and Saul, with a look of terror at being caught like this. They are just grinning wickedly at me.

The door opens and…

There is no one there.

We wait for a few moments, no one steps in, and the door slowly closes.

I think I stopped breathing for a few minutes.

Someone must have pushed the elevator button, and just gave up and took the stairs or something.

Thank God.

Then suddenly a hand appears in the door and stops it from closing.

Oh no…

The door stops closing and begins to open.

Oh no…

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Something wasn’t right. Here I was on a beach vacation, alone, drunk, and at the same bar since 3 that afternoon.

Everything seemed fine, lots of sun, great drinks, cute bartenders, two guys and one girl. But maybe that was it, they were joking and serving me cordially, but I was sitting here alone.

This trip was an escape. Something I hadn’t done in a long time, a break from reality. I was here for a whole week and planned to do nothing but drink, float on the ocean, or stare off into the sunset and sunrises.

The beach bar spun a little as I stood up and made it to the bathroom to relieve myself. It had to have been close to midnight because of how dark it had gotten and judging by the way the bartenders were cleaning up, had to be closing soon too.

“Oh wow I didn’t think anyone was left! You’re a champ!” Jake, the cutest bartender said.

Ellie giggles and remarked how I could probably use one more before walking home. I agreed and she poured the two of us a shot. “To fun nights!” She exclaimed beaming at me and downing the shot with me before giving me one last look and headed out.

I made sure to check out her ass as she walked away, a blonde with a plump ass should always be admired, when I heard a sound right behind me.

“She does have the goods.” Jake said smiling at me, big white teeth framing his tanned face and long blonde hair. “You were checking her out almost as much as you checked me out!”

My face burned with embarrassment as I processed what he said, but hey he was smiling. “Oh you caught that?” I said innocently.

He leaned in a little and whispered “hard to miss a hot guy staring at your cock all night.”

I leaned in a little too “Well maybe if it didn’t bulge out like that you wouldn’t get long looks.”

“I don’t think you really have a problem with that, do you?” He asked already knowing the answer.

“Why do you think I came back to this bar after my first night here and knew where to sit?”

He didn’t answer right away, but slowly moved behind me, placing both hands on the bar, his muscled arms surrounding me, his breath tickling the back of my neck, and his body rubbing my back.

“Well you know my spot as a local, why don’t you show me where a visitor stays? And maybe I’ll teach you my favorite place to have visitors sit…”

I could feel the coyness dripping from his words and giggled a little suggesting he walk this drunk back home.

We shut the place down and çankırı escort made our way down the steps to the beach, our feet hitting the sand and striking out towards my beach house rental. We were silent for the first few minutes, letting the darkness and seclusion drift deeper around us, hearing the ocean crash on the beach as our reference we were going in the right direction.

After those few minutes I felt his hand reach out and embrace mine, his big, strong fingers intertwined with mine and I sunk a little closer under his shoulder. Then his hand left mine and started to trace my upper back, around my muscles and then drifting down to my lower back. Jake playfully tugged the back of my shorts to pull me to a stop and I turned to him, it was dark but I could see his beaming smile as he leaned down to kiss me. I moaned deeply into his mouth and he took that chance to drive his tongue into my mouth. For a beach bum he was aggressive!

We kissed deeply for the next few minutes, the waves crashing close by and rolling over our feet. The water was cold, but his body was hot. His deep tan made it that way I suppose. All I thought about was his skin, that tight body, and his hands feeling every inch of me in that moonlight.

“Are we close?” He asked me.

“Yes very!” I responded breathlessly.

With that he pushed me along and I pulled him away from the shore, making a diagonal line across the beach to my rental. Guided by the porch light we made it to the door which I unlocked and we walked in.

We were in my living room and I felt him move close. The big bay windows let a lot of light in and we could make each other out. I saw him take his shirt off and I marveled at how deep his tan was and how taut his body was. He dropped his shorts and was down to just his boxers, I could tell his cock was tenting the front even in the dark.

“Take off your clothes out of towner.” He said smiling to me.

I slowly stripped, first my shirt. Then my shorts. And finally my boxers. I stood there completely nude, my paler skin obvious next to him. He was only a few feet away and my cock was so hard it pointed straight at him.

“Take off my boxers.” He spoke, fewer words since the bar, but he knew he was in control.

I stepped forward and bending slightly I pulled his boxers over his erection and to the floor. When I bent over I felt his hand run through my hair and grip it, locking me half bent over, staring escort çankırı at his cock.

“Go ahead, touch it.” He said holding my head in place.

I reached out and cupped his balls with one hand and then traced the veins in his cock with the fingers of my other hand.

“Fuck yeah beach slut.” He moaned above me.

I started to fill my hand with his shaft and pump his cock while still fondling his balls. His cock was big, huge I would say actually. The thickness spread my fingers and I couldn’t close my hand around him fully. He was longer too, at least 8-9 inches. I heard him moan above me, his hand gripping my hair tight as I pumped his shaft.

“Keep going, keep going…” he coaxed me as if I would stop! Suddenly I felt his cock start to swell and he pulled me down at the same time, I found myself eye to cock with him just when he began to cum. His cockhead spurted several big shots right into my lips, cheeks and forehead. I gasped as he came, embracing his dominant role.

I leaned forward now on my knees and sucked his cock head, squeezing out all of his cum and swallowing what was left.

“God, fuck yeah you little cock sucker, you love my beach cock!” I just moaned approval back to him amazed that he wasn’t getting any softer.

I felt his hands in my hair again and firmly he held my lips to his cock as he backed up to the chair in the room. I followed on my knees, never taking my lips off of his cock. He sat down slowly and then started to guide my head up and down. I knew what he wanted and started to blow him earnestly. He wasn’t getting any softer so I figured he was ready to go again. As I sucked him I grew increasingly horny as he called me his new to town cocksucker, a good little bitch for a local man, a beach slut, etc.

I was getting so horny his words were almost making me cum! I reached down to stroke myself but his feet kicked my hands away.

“Behind your back.” Was all he said and I clasped my hands on my lower back while I kept sucking him.

Soon thereafter he lifted my head, my drool all over his head and shaft and my cock begging to burst. He kissed my gasping, out of breath face, I think relishing in how exhausted I was servicing him.

His lips soon worked down to kiss my neck and biting my soft skin. I moaned as he lifted my arms and then kissed my underarms and down my upper arms. Then he pulled me to my feet and kissed my body. Starting at my chest, then çankırı escort bayan going to my abs and hips. I felt him purposely avoid my strained cock as he kissed my thighs. Then he smiled up at me and pulled me to face away from him.

I knew what he wanted and I arched my back as I felt his lips connect with my ass. His strong hands spread my cheeks and he started to lick my ass crack. I moaned as he found my spot and started to just go to town. No other words described the aggressive assault he put on me, just how he kissed me at the beach.

I leaned over more and gave me more access but as soon as I did he stood up and taking my hand pulled me to the bedroom. I took stock that he knew just where it was…

He pushed the door open roughly and tossed me to the bed, falling on top of me, he kissed me deeply again and leaned up to his knees.

“Suck.” He said grabbing the base of his cock. I leaned forward and sucked him deeply into my throat making sure to coat him in my saliva. After just a minute he pushed me to my back and lifted my legs to his shoulders.

“Good tight little hole for my big beach cock.” He said looking down at me proudly. I spread my legs and reached down to spread my ass cheeks. “Good boy.” He said as he pushed into me. My eyes rolled back into my head as he entered me, slowly but firmly.

I was so wet for him it was easy to accommodate his size and girth. He slowly pushed into my ass until I felt his balls rest on my asscheek. Then he leaned over and kissed me deeply while he drove his cock over and over into me.

I kissed back and moaned, my hands grabbing my ass cheeks and holding them open for him.

“I want you to cum!” He said between kisses as he drove into me.

“Make me cum Jake you fucking stud!” I moaned back.

I felt his body lower down to rub my cock with every thrust and in seconds I was cumming hands free all over myself. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had and it never seemed to end!

“Good beach slut!” He said as he pulled out of me and pulled me into a prone position. Quickly he was into me again and fucking at a much more furious pace. I could tell he was close to cumming and I tried to squeeze back and tighten around him.

His hands reached down around my throat and I felt him choke me a little, it was scary but I was so horny I let him! Besides it made him cum! He drove into my ass and exploded right as I came again from the friction of the bed!

“Holy fuck!” I cried out as we subsided and he rolled us into a spooning position. His cock still firmly inside of me.

He kissed my neck, back and face while I drifted into a drunken sleep with his arms and legs wrapped around me.

I think it was going to be a good trip, everything felt right now.

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Lachlan walked into the barn at the wrong time. At least that was how he decided to think on the matter later. After he gouged his eyes out and washed his brain with bleach. “Uh . . . sorry.”

The bigger of the two men glowered at Lachlan. “You’re interrupting a scene.”

“I came in to get water for the beagle outside.”

The smaller man lifted his gray capped head. “Jimmie’s dog always does that, always dumps his water bowl.”

Lachlan had a moment of shock. It was Tony! Tony was getting . . . screwed. Which meant the man behind him was his lover. Jimmie. Jimmie who was doing the screwing.

A moment later anger hit Lachlan. “My sons could have walked in here.”

Jimmie said, “You’ll close the door behind you, water my dog, and keep the kids away.”

“Fuck that! I’m not your damn slave. I’m not -” He snapped his mouth shut. It occurred to him that Tony was a bottom. Tony was submissive. He could actually be Jimmie’s slave.

Jimmie said, “You keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna start to believe you’re enjoying what you’re seeing.” Then he slapped Tony on his flat ass and said, “Ass up. Just because you have an admirer doesn’t mean you can slack off, you pussy.”

Tony gurgled something. But he lifted his hips, his ass obscenely in the air. Like he was asking for it.

Jimmie said, “Last chance to leave, Lachlan, before I grab you for a go, too.”

Tony was asking for it. Lachlan shook his head at his astonishment. Of a sudden he felt stupid. Of course Tony was asking for it. He was with his lover. He was getting fucked, sneaking in a fast one. He was mid-coitis and wanted a happy ending.

Lachlan reminded himself that Tony was also an adult. The pleasure stamped on the man’s face said he was enjoying himself. When Jimmie thrust his hips forwards Tony gave a gurgle. It was a sound of pleasure, not pain. Tony was enjoying himself and was on the bottom.

Jimmie gave a sigh and pulled free. His cock looked more like a cobra waving around in the air than it did a penis. It had a flat, flared head. For a moment Lachlan could imagine the muscle bound Jimmie putting his cock-head in a vice and squeezing it flat. Jimmie marched towards Lachlan, then past him to the door of the barn. Jimmie pushed the door open and motioned Lachlan out. “Now.”

“Tony’s coming with me.” Lachlan’s brain screamed at him to shut up. He didn’t know what the hell he was saying. “I’m not letting him stay here to get raped.”

“Raped.” Jimmie rolled the word around inside his mouth. When he moved it was to close the door to the barn office and lock it. “Raped.”

The screaming part of Lachlan’s brain told him to run. Told him to protect himself. His mouth said, “Obviously that’s what’s happening here.” His mouth didn’t seem to notice that Jimmie was advancing in long, unhurried strides. It wasn’t a big office. “No sane man would -“

Jimmie had him by the throat, spun Lachlan around, and thrust him down onto the desk. “For some stupid reason you happen to think there’s anything sane about sex.” Then, to Tony, “Bring me the rope next to the door.

Tony said, “He’s my daughter’s husband.”

“He’s a complete asshole from the stories I’ve heard. His own dad thinks he’s a screw up. His own dad, Tony. Rope. Now. Unless you want to face the same punishment.”

Lachlan heard rustling where Tony was at. It still hadn’t registered that he was bent over a table. This was all part of a joke. Any moment now Bethany would come walking through the door and tell Jimmie to knock it off.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Here’s the rope.”

“Bend over the hay. I want your ass up, Tony. Then I don’t want you to move.”

As Jimmie spoke the pressure on Lachlan’s back lifted. Lachlan started to rise, only to find rope around his neck. It was a little too tight! The shock of the action, the speed with which Jimmie moved made Lachlan’s heart pound. He was fully aware now, and in complete panic. He started to fight, to struggle. Not some acting job like he’d seen bursa escort in the dungeons of The Keep.

Behind him Jimmie gave a chuckle. “Too little, too late, buddy.” His wide hand came down on Lachlan’s ass. It was a light spank, not intended for punishment.

It scared the hell out of Lachlan. It was one thing to play around when there were a half dozen dungeon masters making sure real rape didn’t happen. It was a whole other ballgame locked in an office with a naked man who had the strength of a professional body builder. For a moment fear fuzzed his thoughts. The pain around his throat jerked him back to the present. “No!”

Into his ear Jimmie said, “Whatcha going to do, Lachlan? Scream? Then your kids will really come running. They’ll get to see daddy dancing on my cock.” Jimmie had Lachlan’s wrist. He was a big man, a huge man, and had no fear of pushing Lachlan down on the desk and forcing his arm back. He had hand pulled up behind Lachlan’s back. A sharp pinch of pain, short lived, and Lachlan found that hand immoble. With the other he held onto the edge of the desk. He tried to kick Jimmie.

What did he get for his efforts?

Jimmie laughed. “Oh, I think I’ve got myself a butt virgin here.” He pressed Lachlan down onto the desk, his heavy body pinning Lachlan in place. Into Lachlan’s ear he said, “I’m going to love taking your cherry.” He had Lachlan’s other wrist, jerked his arm behind him. “Bet you Tony didn’t tell you I was an MP. Bet you he didn’t tell you I do this for a living.” Another pinch and now both Lachlan’s wrists were behind his back. His wrists throbbed. The rope around his throat was too tight! Lachlan thrashed.

“Uh-huh.” Jimmie chidded. “Ass in the air.” So saying he yanked Lachlan’s shirt from his pants and used the belt loop to haul Lachlan’s ass up into the air. He patted Lachlan’s ass. It was something you’d do with a pet.

Lachlan had a moment of relief. Jimmie wasn’t going to rape him after all!

Shock whipped through him when Jimmie reached around and under him, and popped the top button on Lachlan’s jeans. Jimmie didn’t even fumble it. He was that experienced with the maneuver.

“No!” Lachlan shouted.

“Hush now. Cherry ass like yours needs to unclench a little. Unless you like the pain.”

Lachlan’s sphincter tightened. “No! No, no, no, no, no!”

Jimmie pressed him down onto the desk again. Into Lachlan’s ear he whispered, “Keep going and your kids will come running in here.”

“Bethany will -“

“You tell your master where you were going? Hmmm? Anyone know you’re in here with me?”

Lachlan froze. No, damnit, he hadn’t told Bethany he was coming into the barn. He told her he was going into the house for a glass of lemon-aid and to use the bathroom. He said he might check out the game. Bethany wasn’t going to come running to save him. Nobody was!

In that moment Jimmie caught hold of Lachlan’s jeans, of the band of Lachlan’s boxers, and pulled them down. All the way down. They were tangled around Lachlan’s ankles. The only way Lachlan had now of protecting himself was to keep his legs closed. The panic rolling through him said that Jimmie couldn’t rape him if Lachlan kept his knees together. The disjointed part of his mind asked, ‘Wasn’t that what they told little girls?’

Jimmie thrust a knee between Lachlan’s legs.

“Nooooo!” It was instinct to protect his balls, and Lachlan jerked his ass upwards. Somehow, in that moment, one foot came free of his jeans.

Jimmie’s hand pushed Lachlan down onto the desk. He kicked Lachlan’s legs wider. He did something with the rope. “Now you just stay there, Lachlan, while I finish up with Tony. You better hope your father-in-law is a good fuck. When I’m done with him I’m coming after you.” He smacked Lachlan’s ass again.

This wasn’t some love tap, but was such a sharp sting that Lachlan gave a yelp.

“Want to save your son-in-law?” Jimmie asked. “Better keep her damn ass up, Tony. You better escort bursa work those muscles and fuck me good. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Not fucking good enough.” Jimmie snarled these words.

Lacklan heard Jimmie’s hand land on flesh. It was an unmistakeable sound. Time and time again the sound came as Jimmie delivered a spanking to Bethany’s father. In his head he kept track of the smacks. As the number grew he began to grow worried for the older man. Lachlan’s mouth took off again. “Stop it! He’s an old man. He can’t take that abuse! Stop it, damn you!”

Jimmie laughed. “Here that? The little boy is trying to protect you.” Another ten smacks were delivered. Then . . . nothing. No sound. Only silence.

Lachlan struggled to breathe. The rope was tight around his neck, yes, but not enough to cut off oxygen. He tried to get the knots undone. But he couldn’t and his fingers were going numb. Worse of all was knowing Jimmie was somewhere behind him.

Tony squealed. It was a shocked noise, a sharp noise. It was a noise made out of pain. He squealed again.

“Feel that, dontcha.” Jimmie grunted. “Make noise for Lachlan. Let him know how it’s going to be when I take his cherry.” Another smack. Another squeal. “Betcha not going to forget the fucken lube next time, are you, Tony?”

Lachlan bit back a scathing reply. He hadn’t even thought of lube. All he could think of was the pain of the rape. And that he, Lachlan, was next. Behind him Tony squealed again.

Jimmie laughed. “Are you coming Tony? Already? I’ve still got quarts and quarts of cum. Think this time I’m not going to dump it in you. I think this time we’ll get a little revenge on your stupid son-in-law. Another smack. Another squeal from Tony.

Tony crying. Big, huge, sweeping sobs. Tony whimpering, “No, no, no. Please, no. I c-c-c-can’t!” And the sound of two bodies slapping together.

Lachlan realized he’d been squeezing his eyes shut. When had he done that? He forced them open now. He forced himself to see the initials carved into the top of the desk. And the freshly repaired tear in the leather couch lengthwise against the wall. Absently his mind picked up that the desk chair was missing. It was an office missing a desk chair, but had a bale of hay instead.

Tony begging in a breathless, hopeless way, “Fuck me. Oh, please fuck me Jimmie. I want it! I want it so bad. Screw me hard!”

Jimmie laughing at this. “Oh, I see you do like your son-in-law after all. Second hard on is always the best, isn’t it Tony? I’m going to use mine on your son in law. If your lucky . . . ” In a lower voice he growled, “If you’re lucky I may even let you watch.”

Lachlan shuddered. It wasn’t the happy type that preceded a good screw. It was the fearful don’t-look-under-the-bed type of shudder. The idea of Jimmie forcing his huge cock into Lachlan was a nightmare. Making his father-in-law watch . . .? That was a circle in hell.

The bodies behind him slapped together. Tony squealing again, his voice going higher and higher. Jimmie pounding into Tony.

Jimmie snarling, “Take it! Take it you fucken pussy! Take it all.” And underneath that the sound of the bale of hay shifting, sliding across the concrete floor. “Take it you fuck wad loser!” Jimmie grunting.

Tony begging, sobbing.

Then Jimmie laughing. “Oh, that was fun. That was very fun indeed. Are you . . .? You are! Look at you go, Tony, trying to rub one out on the hay.”

“Please, sir!” Tony begged. “I need it. I neeeeeeed it!” He dragged the word out.

“Nope. Enough.” Jimmie said. “Put your jeans on. Don’t touch yourself!”

“Yes, sir.” Tony saying, his voice small in the office.

Jimmie said, “I’m gonna finish up with Lachlan. Don’t touch yourself!”

“No, sir.” Tony said. And then he gasped. It was a shocked sound, a sound so surprised that it lifted the hairs on the back of Lachlan’s legs. It made his balls crawl up.

Jimmie was behind Tony again. Jimmie’s bursa escort bayan hand on Tony’s back, pushing Tony down onto the desk. “Ass up, Lachlan. It’s your turn now.” Jimmie said.

Fear shot through Lachlan. Deep, shuddering fear. He willed a scream from his lungs. He tried kicking at the man. What did he get for this? Something cold and metal and sharp pressed against one ass cheek. Lachlan whimpered. It was the only sound that made it past his tight throat.

Bethany said, “Please don’t. I’m not keen on having to explain stitches to the nurses at the hospital.”

Cold sheeted through Lachlan. Bethany was here!

Jimmie chuckled.

Near at once the pinch around Lachlan’s wrists eased. A moment later the rope around his throat was slack. Jimmie patted Lachlan on the shoulder. “Move slow now.” Then, “He needs training.”

Lachlan shook his head. He was dreaming. He had to be. Jimmie was fucking him but Lachlan was too far gone to feel it. He was dreaming he’d heard Bethany speak.

Bethany said, “Training is on the list.”

“I gave him a shock.” Then, “Stand up, boy.”

Bethany said, “He means you, Lachlan. Stand up.”

Lachlan whimpered. It wasn’t real!

Jimmie said, “Rub here. This is where the most pressure would be on his shoulders.”

Bethany’s slim fingers rubbed at Lachlan’s shoulders. They eased around the ball of the joints. And somehow it brought him back to reality. It tethered him in the present. Bethany was here!

Lachlan let out a whimper. He squeezed his eyes shut. Was it all a dream? A bad dream? Did he hit his head? His mouth opened and ran, “Did you get off on watching your father get fucked?”

“Ha!” Bethany snorted. “The real show was you squirming and pleading. I kind of liked it.” She tapped his bare bottom. “Pull your pants up.”

He spun around, and almost fell for the tangle of clothes around his foot. “How dare you let him -!”

She kissed him. It wasn’t a long kiss, or even a sweet one. It was a brief kiss.

“For your records.” Jimmie said.

Bethany’s cell phone pinged.

Jimmie said, “You might enjoy watching that later. And I suggest you take it in to The Keep and review it with one of the dungeon masters there. The guy needs some common sense.”

Bethany held Lachlan’s gaze. But it was to Jimmie she asked, “Did he shut down?”

“Saw his eyes glaze over. Realized he wasn’t acting in real time. Can’t raise children with a guy who isn’t all here.”

Disappointment shadowed her eyes. “I know.”

In that moment Lachlan realized just how badly he’d screwed up. Again. And now he wasn’t getting raped. No, something worse was happening. Lachlan was losing his kids.

Gently, Bethany said, “Pull your pants up, Lachlan. I want you in cool air, and there’s none out here.”

Lachlan wanted to argue that he wasn’t over heated. One look at Bethany and his mouth clamped shut. For once the two were in agreement. Lachlan kicked his jeans and boxers off, shook them out, and pulled them on one at a time. He said, “My daughter?”

“Sitting with my mom having the time of her life. And my mom’s in love.” Bethany rolled her eyes. “Dan snuck your sons away to the corral. They’re using their freedom to learn to ride. Mitchell is watching them.”

Then, shocking him, “What’s a breeding party?”

“A what?”

“Nissa told me she wants one.” Bethany adjusted Lachlan’s collar. “You’ll have a mark around your neck for a few days. It can’t be helped.”

Jimmie murmured something. Tony gave just as quiet an answer. Lachlan looked over, stunned to see Jimmie cuddling Tony to him. Jimmie touched Tony gently on the cheeks, smoothed the older man’s hair back, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Their conversation was personal, private, intimate. Lachlan looked away. Partly from embarrassment, partly to give them privacy, but mostly in jealousy. He wanted that. He wanted soft touches and loving kisses from Bethany.

“Come, Lachlan.” Bethany said in her steady, calm, unemotional voice. Lachlan wanted to rail against this. He wanted fire. Not this bland persona who now had him by the hand, who now led him from the office. They passed where Jimmie’s beagle rested in the shade of the barn. Lachlan saw that someone had filled the dog’s water dish.

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