Ay: Ocak 2022

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I’m here, sitting alone in sauna 6 of the local bath house with a towel wrapped around my waist and nothing else covering me. It is quite hot in here but also I’m nervous because this is my first time here. Part of me wants to leave but I feel frozen to the bench I’m sitting on.

Let me tell you how I got here. And, for that matter what “here” actually means. I’m a straight guy with a deep-seated interest in having sex with another man. Specifically, I’m here to checkout the place if anybody asks. But really I came here with high hopes that I’ll be on my knees sucking down a large cock and the cream that goes with it if I do the job right.

I heard about this place on the Internet. Guys post messages at my favorite cruising site all the time about coming here and easily meeting other like-minded guys for some homosexual and group fun.

It’s a little nerve-wracking to sit here and wonder what’s in store for me during my visit over the next eight hours. Eight hours is the amount of time this club lets members party at any one visit. Party is an interesting description. There is a workout room and lap pool so they can get away as a legitimate men only fitness facility. But then there are private rooms and hallway lockers because management encourages members and guests to wear towels only.

The door opens and I’m feeling my heart race. Two cajoling men walk-in and one sees me and says “oh excuse us, we thought this was empty.”

“Would you like for me to leave,” I offer.

The other man says “not in the least,” and he steps closer to me. I can feel his eyes travel over me and I try to sit up straight to make a good impression. He appears the elder of the two men and in my opinion his full head of dark hair and piercing blue eyes make him very attractive. I scan over his body too noting a sculpted physique above and below his towel.

“I’m Frank,” he says and extends a hand.

I shake hands with him and say “I’m, uh, Bob.” He smiles and I say “I’m nervous. It’s my first time here.”

“Hi Bob, I’m Jeff,” said the other guy. He looked twenty years younger than me, sporting a hard toned body and green eyes.

“You guys are really attractive,” I said.

“Thank you,” their replies came out practically in unison. “Are you a couple?”

They laughed and looked at each other, “we’re friends” said Jeff, “not a couple. His partner is on a business trip.”

“Do you mind if we sit with you Bob?” asked Frank as he moved to sit on the wooden bench on my left. I nodded and stammered out an affirmation but otherwise felt speechless. “Relax,” offered Jeff, “we’re just going to sit with you. We won’t do anything you don’t beg for,” they laughed. “But we hope you do beg for us,” said Frank and he winked at me when I looked at him.

Jeff sat down on one bench below us, in a space that put him between Frank and I. He sat facing us with one foot in the same areas as our’s and his other foot on his bench. With his leg up like that his towel loosened and I could see his inner thighs.

As I stared at his legs and wondered about what lay under the towel, I felt my own equipment rise.

“Tell us Bob, what have you heard about our club?” asked Frank.

I turned and saw Frank lean against the bench behind us. His towel was tented. “It’s for men only who enjoy the company of other men.”

“That’s what the ad says,” he laughed.

“I also heard that if a guy wants to suck cock, it’s discrete here,” I whispered.

Frank touched my left arm and said “is that what you came here for Bob? Do you want to suck cock?” he asked gently.

“Yes.”

“Have you sucked cock before?” again his tone was gentle and I felt safe telling him the truth.

“No. I haven’t sucked a real cock before, but I’ve practiced on a dildo made from a porn actor’s big cock.”

“How big is it?” asked Jeff. His towel opened further as he shifted toward me and I could now see the prize that lay underneath. It was erect and pointing right at me.

“It’s eight and a half inches,” I said. “It’s life-like, with a hard crown ridge and veins running down the shaft.”

“Nice,” said Jeff and he smiled. “Sounds like you know it intimately,” said Frank. I looked at Frank and felt a rush of adrenalin spread over me. His acknowledgement of my secret activities was positive and I felt like this was going somewhere and they wanted to hear more. “I can deep-throat it with ease,” I said. “I love kissing çanakkale escort it and sucking it and getting it wet with my mouth and then feeling it glide down my throat as I swallow it to the base. It’s a total rush,” I said.

“Wow,” said Frank. “I’d love to feel you do that to me.

“So would I,” followed Jeff.

Their acknowledgement of my admission fed my confidence and it was then that I decided that these were the men I wanted to blow first.

“How would we start? Do we need a room or just start here?”

Jeff dropped his towel and I took in the view, more to the point, the view of his large and hard cock. It was thicker and longer than mine and it pointed outward at a slight upward angle.

“I like feeling eager fingers unravel my towel and a warm wet mouth seize the prize I have between my legs,” said Frank. I looked over at Frank again. His towel was clearly bulging.

“I need to stand for a moment, I feel stiff and this bench is too hard on my ass.”

They didn’t seem to object and so I stood and stretched and my towel dropped as I reached above me and arched my back. It felt so good to stand again and to stretch my legs. Something else felt incredibly good all of a sudden. In a flash it seems Jeff couldn’t help himself and was now sucking my cock.

I looked down to see his lips seal along my shaft and then he moved his head move back and forth. I muttered “wow” as I felt at a loss for words. His eagerness took me by surprise. In all the time I spent mentally training for coming here, it never occurred to me that I would be sucked before I sucked.

I grew harder as Jeff’s head bobbed back and forth over my cock. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs and swallowed my cock to the base. The feeling was incredible and soon I couldn’t help myself. I put my hands on his head and started combing his short hair with my fingers. When he swallowed my whole cock to the base again, I throbbed in his throat and we moaned together. After that he withdrew and said to Frank, “Damn he tastes really good.”

Jeff resumed his mouth work on my dick and I looked at Frank and noticed his towel was still on. “I have a room,” he said, “would you two like to join me there?”

“Fuck yeah,” exclaimed Jeff. “What do you say Bob, do you want to take our fun private?”

“Yes. Yes I do,” I said as I looked at Jeff. He opened right up again and resumed his magnificent suck job. The attention he gave me had long since melted my fears and I was becoming quite comfortable with my surroundings and the two men I met only moments ago.

My wet cock throbbed in Jeff’s mouth as I turned to look at Frank. With a raised finger, I beckoned him to step closer to me. “His mouth feels incredible,” I whispered. “It’s making me feel super horny, super submissive all of a sudden.” Frank stepped closer and put his arm around my lower back and cupped my right ass cheek in his hand.

I don’t know if it was instinct or just pure lust but with Frank standing so close to me I just leaned in closer and planted a nice kiss on his lips. His mustache tickled my upper lip but I kept my lips in place as I felt his open up. I moaned as Frank’s tongue entered my mouth and I felt him gently explore me. With my hand pressed firmly on the back of Jeff’s head, I felt him take me deep again and in the process I ended Frank’s kiss.

“That was nice,” he said looking at me. We had eye contact and I nodded before saying, “I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to try.”

He leaned in closer and said “may I?” and I said “yes.” This time our tongues met just about the time our lips did and I let Frank lead the exploration again. As his tongue probed my mouth, I felt his towel rub against my left thigh as he put himself in position to hump my leg.

His hips gyrated slowly and I felt his bulging package rubbing against me. Frank was indeed humping my leg and I was growing even more excited considering what that might mean in the scheme of things.

What the scheme of things really was however I couldn’t really say at the moment. Except that one guy was sucking my cock and another was tonguing my mouth while holding onto my ass cheek.

With our mouths open and our tongues gently dancing, I moaned. Frank left my mouth and kissed along my cheek and jaw line to my neck. His mustache teased my skin and his wet lips soothed any itching I may have felt and so as Frank çanakkale escort bayan kissed my neck and Jeff sucked my cock, I fell into a comfort zone and just went with the flow. Besides, their attentive service felt incredible.

When Jeff started to work the underside of my crown with his tongue, the stimulation began to wake my own lust for cock sucking. My excitement grew as I realized my first experience to give oral was upon us and so as Frank paused kissing my neck I turned to face him and said “I want that prize between your legs in my mouth.”

My words brought an immediate smile to his lips and then he kissed me on the mouth again and I sucked on his tongue like a vacuum cleaner on high. When he’d had enough of that, he pushed gently against my chest and said “whoa, I think you’re ready.”

I turned to Jeff and said “hey, can you stop for a moment, I want to move down to the bottom bench and suck you guys off.”

“Sure said Jeff,” after he’d pulled away from my erection. The warm air kissed my wet cock as I held my hand out to Frank and we descended down the bleachers together. I sat on the bottom bench with my knees parted and waited for Frank to reach the floor and turn to face me. When he stood before me, I reached up to touch his towel and then I looked up at him.

My cock was rock hard and pointed upward. Jeff followed us down the small bleachers and sat behind me on the same bench. With his hard cock pressing against my back, he embraced me with his arms below mine, resting one hand on my cock and the other on my chest. The intimacy of the situation was incredible and I didn’t even know these men and yet I felt so safe with them that I didn’t think twice about this.

Then in unison, Jeff lightly stroked my cock with one hand and he lightly touched one nipple and then the other as he whispered in my ear “God damn, you’re a sexy man Bob, I can’t wait to have you too.”

“Thank you,” I said, “I really like what you are doing and I want you too.”

Then I looked up at Frank again and I opened my knees wider and beckoned him closer to me with a crooked finger. I reached to Frank’s towel and started to unravel it as I slowly licked my lips while gazing upward. “Your’s is the first real cock that I’m going to taste,” I said and then let the towel fall to his feet.

The size of Frank’s immense erection did not frighten me. It turned me on and I salivated as I stared at it. “It’s 10 inches,” he said, “feel free to take your time.”

“It’s beautiful,” I said as I reached out to him and grasped the monstrous cock at the base. Frank moaned when I touched him. His cock felt the same spongy hardness as mine only it was much longer and wider. With my thumb providing support to the underside of his cock I leaned in and kissed the head. His masculine scent met my nostrils and I audibly breathed him into me.

Jeff whispered “I’m so turned on. I love being with a guy when it’s his first time.”

“I feel really safe with you guys and I can tell I’m going to lose all my inhibitions with you today.”

Jeff laughed and then just as I grasped the middle of Frank’s enormous cock, Jeff cupped my face in his right hand and guided me to the left to face him. When our mouths were lined up, he kissed me on the lip and I opened right up for him. Frank’s cock throbbed in my hand as I felt Jeff’s tongue enter my mouth. Our jaws dropped in unison and our tongues danced to a hard rocking lustful rhythm. His actions fed my lust. The opportunity was becoming so much greater than merely sucking cock and I relished in the moment the three of us now shared.

“You guys are really hot to watch,” said Frank. I couldn’t help myself. Jeff’s kiss was fantastic and not only did I not want it to stop but when it did I wanted to offer to suck his cock first and to give him my virgin ass hole too.

I began humping Jeff’s left hand as he continued kissing me on the mouth. When his right hand firmly grasped the back of my head, he withdrew from our kiss and pushed me closer to Frank’s hard cock. Yes, I thought, this is exactly the way I needed it. I’m so glad I met them first.

My lips parted freely upon kissing Frank’s cock and I let Jeff gently pressure my head as I took Frank’s throbbing cock into my mouth. I paused when my lips reached the seam underneath Frank’s engorged crown because Jeff’s downward pressure also paused. The spongy head felt escort çanakkale soft and firm inside my lips. It also gave my mouth a wonderful feeling of fullness that I had not felt with the porn star dildo I used at home. I swallowed my own saliva and relaxed my lips around Frank’s girthy cock head. In this moment I slipped my tongue past my lips and licked the underside of his cock. This moment was not lost on either man. Frank groaned and his cock throbbed in my mouth while Jeff whispered “you’re so beautiful, do you know that?” and then he gently pressured the back of my head again. “Take him down a little further Bob, yeah that’s it baby, give in to your desire and take him into your throat.”

Frank moaned again. His own hand reached for the back of my head and I felt Jeff’s hand slip away as more of Frank’s cock slid into my mouth. “Your warm mouth feels so good,” said Frank. He paused when the tip reached my throat. Somehow I managed to let the saliva pooling in my mouth wash over his cock head and shaft. Even though only seconds passed since taking him into me like this, I was breathing normally through my nostrils and I felt relaxed.

Jeff got off the bench and stepped behind Frank. Within seconds Frank was stepping up onto my bench and as he did so he pushed me backward a little until I was leaning against the bench behind me. The change was worth it as soon enough I felt Jeff kneeling between my legs and taking my cock into his wonderful mouth.

Frank’s position had immediate impact too as he gently pushed more of his cock into my mouth. The tip dropped into my throat and just kept going as I began to swallow.

Frank moaned as I took three quarters of his length into my throat without gagging. When I placed my hands on his thighs and pushed back gently he withdrew until the tip was just inside my lips. Then I looked up at him and lifted his cock upward and kissed his balls.

The hard part was dealing with Jeff’s mouth and his eagerness to suck me off. It was pretty clear to me even though he hadn’t said it yet that he intended to make me cum. He worked my cock into his throat and then pulled back to purse his lips tightly around my own crown and rub and suck harder and harder. I could feel an orgasm brewing in my balls and knew that eruption time was quickly closing in. I wasn’t sure whether to let him make me cum or to say something so I went with the honesty approach again and said “you’re going to make me cum.”

He stopped sucking and jacked his fist up and down my cock real fast to keep the friction going. “Good,” he said “I want your first cum with a man.”

“Oh my god,” I said and Jeff engulfed my cock again and pushed himself to the base as I let go the first ropes of semen. They shot out so quickly it felt like an explosion. The feeling was incredible, euphoric joy and all the niceties that go with it. I dropped my hold on Frank’s cock and said “I’m sorry Frank,” as I looked up into his eyes. He smiled back and said “It’s okay, just go with it.” Then he stepped off my bench and sat down next to me while I closed my eyes, placed both hands on Jeff’s head and thrust my first ever orgasm into another man’s mouth. I think I had six or seven hard spurts shoot out of me and then a couple mediums and then I felt him drain me with hard sucking.

When I finished cuming, my cock remained hard. As Jeff rose I saw cum on his lips and I kissed him straight-away. My first cum kiss: it was sexy and thrilling. This time, I took Jeff into my arms and as our sweaty bodies stood together I French kissed Jeff with a pent up fervor I had saved for years.

“If you two want to use my room, it’s okay with me. Your chemistry is hot and I don’t want to get in the way of that,” said Frank with remorse lining his voice.

“My inhibitions are gone. You guys took care of that together. Please stay with us Frank.”

“Yeah come on Frank be a sport,” said Jeff.

“Okay guys I’m still in. Let’s get out of here. I’m hot too.”

“Yes you are Frank,” I said as we headed out. The cool air collided with our bodies as we left Sauna 6 one by one. Many more guys were standing around that I remember seeing on my way in. I was amazed and turned on at the brashness exhibited by several guys who were getting sucked off in the main hallway. One guy even winked and blew me a kiss. When Frank saw that he said to the guy “piss off, he’s with us.”

I noticed others watching the three of us and I walked with my new gay friends. Being seen with them was a teaser, like foreplay and my cock loved it too. Frank lead the way to the room and Jeff put his arm around me as we walked down the hallway like a couple. I didn’t recognize anyone but was feeling so horny that I didn’t care either. It was a nice feeling to have for a change.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The motorcycle’s age has led to the necessity of rebuilding its motor. Something also leading to picking up parts at the dealer, which is quite near the bathhouse.

Arriving at the sauna just as it opened on a Wednesday, it was not very full. Though full enough to have another man at the Internet PC just as I rose with my beer. Prompting me to sit back down, and finish it quickly.

Going downstairs, I saw another man in the whirlpool, one arm under the bubbling water. Enough of an indicator for me to shower, spending some time soaping my stirring cock.

Walking up the steps, I stopped at the top before stepping in. Half erect, hand trailing down my thigh, I looked at him, appreciating how his gaze focused on me as his stroking became obvious. It was possible to somewhat discern the appearance of his cock as he jacked off, stepping down slowly into the water.

Sitting down to his right, the jetting water kept splashing my face, causing me to put my right leg on the bench to rise higher. The bubbling water can be a distraction, but some men seem to prefer its obscuring nature.

Soon, letting my left leg stretch and spread, it took little time for the currents to coincidentally let my foot slide along his. Noticing his undeniable reaction, my foot began sliding against his leg, rising and lowering several times. Feeling him move against it, I shifted position, right hand at my now stiffening cock. His face was turned enough to make it clear that he was looking at me, stroking himself as I watched him do it.

We’d already entered that delightful spiral which makes being naked with another horny man in a whirlpool so addictive, as his hand began to lightly touch my exploring leg. He shifted a bit, responding to temptation, my foot beginning to slide over his cock, feeling it lengthen underneath my sole.

He let his head roll back as my foot slid down, my toe tracing its way down to his sack. I was jacking off, and seeing his reaction made it easy to let my toe settle down further. The grasping of his hand kept the skin of his sack taut as each of his balls were played with by my toe.

Having found a comfortable configuration, I began to seriously tease him, my toe only gradually moving between his cheeks. His body’s response made it obvious that he was eager for his ass to be played with. The panting that turned to helpless moaning when my toe began to touch his pulsing anal ring was erotic.

The central jet had started at some point. Since its bubbling tends to only obscure the center section, leaving the bench area fairly clear, through in constant motion, I had begun to watch him jerk off. Doing the same in turn, my cock heavy and thick in my fist, bringing the teasing to the next level, tantalizing the outside of his soft hole.

He could not stop pressing his against my toe every time it pushed a bit harder, causing him to shift position. He raised his head, his face turned towards mine, his expression that of a pure slut, turning me on. Knowing that by this point, my own expression was the same. It is easy to find sluts in a bathhouse, who enjoy all kinds of sex.

I could not resist temptation, and the sensation of my toe sliding into him was a sensual revelation that had me on the edge of cumming. His ass was incredibly soft and yielding, squeezing and loosening. I have played with pussies using my toe over the past 3 decades, but this was something never experienced before.

It was difficult to tell if this was new for him also, though considering how completely he was lost in the pleasure, it was a reasonable guess. One that had kept me close to orgasm the entire time, especially when his hand would stroke along my thigh. Finally, after barely being able to restrain myself, I slowly withdrew, and left the water.

Showering and soaping myself before entering the steamroom, it took little time to determine it was empty.

Upstairs was also pretty empty, until reaching the porn room. One man was fondling himself under his towel, body and head turned in a way that made it obvious what he was doing to anyone looking down the short corridor. Yet, he did not seem to be showing off in any way. His attention was focused on something even more erotic than the two men sucking each other’s erect cocks shown on the wall sized screen..

Stepping closer, a few sexual sounds could be heard. The standing man was clearly turned on, though in a fashion that resembled someone surprised in a primal way. With his body then responding equally primally, his cock stiffening, beyond any pretense of anything but sexual satisfaction. The sort of state that a repeat bathhouse visitor likely understands çanakkale escort perfectly, having been also captured by the power of open male sex.

I walked by, seemingly surprising the other man, who reacted with a bit of modesty, attempting to cover the fact he was playing with himself. Personally, shame is not something that I feel at the baths – we all know what happens, and a lot of that involves wonderfully naked flesh. Which was why my towel was already off.

Looking from the bottom to the top row, at the rear top corner I saw a figure. Details grew apparent as my focus tightened. He was naked, essentially on his back, knees raised and spread, his head against the back wall. Watching the porn as he pleasured himself, his position made it impossible to see his cock.

Overwhelmed by a wonderful brew of desires, most definitely including curiousity to see a man play with himself while watching gay porn, I strode over. Taking the time to enjoy the revealed scene in the dimness, I settled at the middle of the middle bench, enjoying the view of his jacking off, rod stiff, cock head flared.

Looking more intently at the dildo he was using to pleasure his glistening ass, I saw a pinkish/tan molded cock and balls, obviously modelled on the real thing. Something apparent when he pulled it out to just beyond the ridge, before sliding it back in slowly. He knew I was there, since my hands had quickly gone to my swelling cock and to his foot, after spreading the towel to sit on.

My bag remained unopened, the camera definitely not appropriate in a public space. Though the temptation to make the little brown bottle accessible was high, eager curiousity was winning out. I’ve not really watched anyone pleasure themselves so explicitly anally like this. I do have very enjoyable memories of similar games played alone, watching hot porn. Though never with an actual cock shaped dildo, my pleasures tending to be centered on a butt plug form, when not using my fingers.

Settling against the bench, now perfectly positioned to watch an aroused man masturbate publicly. He raised himself enough to look at my crotch, soon laying back, my hand sliding along his thigh, his sighs providing a reliable guide. He had condoms on his towel, and a smallish bottle between himself and the wall. When my fingers slid over his balls, he reached over to get something. The idea of poppers seemed reasonable, though it was unsurprising when it turned out to be a container of lube with a flip spout top.

Looking on as he let some lube drip, I shifted my fingers to catch a couple of drops as he began to slide the dildo back in. My lubed fingers slid over his cockhead, causing it to jerk several times as he gasped, legs spread wide, his reaction bringing me to the edge of orgasm. Completely unconcerned if anyone saw me playing with such a public slut, filling his ass with a slippery cock toy.

Surprisingly, the standing man left, instead of joining in, even after I’d looked directly at his erection several times.

By now, I’d moved quite close, my fingers sliding down over his stretched hole. He withdrew the dildo, placing it in the same area as the lube. Bringing his hand back, holding a container of bottled sexual pleasure, making me feel a bit of justified pride in recognizing just how slutty he was, sharing the same tastes when it came to making anal play irresistible.

My index finger circled his hole as he opened the bottle, breathing in a couple of times. I rose, sliding my finger into his wanting ass, leaning closer, my own cock pressed downwards against the padded vinyl. It took him just a bit to recognize that I would love a hit too, understandable considering how my finger was probing deeper.

Offering me the poppers, I breathed deep, making it clear that this was enough for me. The effects were fantastic, but the power had definitely weakened, compared to my own bottle. Whether because of a different formulation (there are a number at this point) or simply age, the effect was enjoyable, though not the sexual sledge hammer that poppers can be. Of course, my own situation was not quite the same as actually being ass fucked in the porn room like him, and the effects were more than enough to bring me almost to orgasm, my shaft pressing rhythmically against the yielding surface.

He breathed in several more times, then sealed the bottle. By now, I was stroking his rigid cock and finger fucking him, totally focused on our shared pleasure. Knowing just how good it can be to let someone handle all the effort, just laying back and being a satisfied slut.

Another man entered çanakkale escort bayan the space, taking a minute to see what was going on. Which was us sharing another hit of rush as I began finger fucking him with two fingers, using a circular motion inside his now sexily flexing hole. My cock remained close to orgasm, feeling him slide into my fucking motion, completely lost in the sluttiness which poppers cause, particularly when it comes to anal pleasure with a stiff rod.

Removing his towel, he went to the top row directly, spreading it quickly. Beginning to stroke himself, both of us watched his sexy cock grow harder. In turn, his own gaze remained completely focused on our mutual game, my fingers playing with his horny ass. Soon, the man under me changed position, responding to the willing cock that had appeared. Understandably, as finger fucking had been all that I was able to provide at that point, my own cock far too near orgasm to even contemplate sliding on a condom.

Now kneeling, face near the wall, ass positioned invitingly, I played with his cock. The new man quickly rose on his knees, positioning himself to insert his now covered dick into a well stretched, lubed, and willing ass. My hand remained wrapped around the kneeling man’s erect cock as he opened the bottle again, taking several sniffs before offering it to me. After I’d breathed in deeply, he handed it to the man behind him. Who also breathed in several times as his cock began to slide deeper into the willing ass in front of him. As the rush spread throughout his body, his hands clasped the hips of the slut he was fucking, his cock pounding deeper.

I knew just how turned on the fucked man was, my right hand stroking his jutting cock, the left playing with his nipple, seeing his face turned to me, cheek on the vinyl, totally lost in the sexual sensations. My own cock kept enjoying the sensation of being pressed downwards, my weight shifting back and forth, balanced still on the edge of orgasm, thankful that the rush was not actually more potent. The fucking man was completely focused, his expression as slutty as that of the man his cock was filling.

The poppers made the round again, starting with the its owner. The familiar effects took hold the deepest on the other two men, both of whom had inhaled deeply and repeatedly. The fucking man’s cock began ramming hard as he held the open bottle under his nose, to the point that he seemed to forget he still held it.

I took them from him, seeing how has cock was sliding into the other man. Doing a hit, I then passed the bottle back to the man having his ass pleasured so perfectly. The kneeling man began to groan, then said he was going to cum. The man beneath him just sighed ‘yes .. yes’ as I watched how the cum pumped into his hole, seeing the effects on both men, hotter than any porn. Which was still playing, of course, when we separated.

Taking a minute to just wander around, I saw the video booths were empty. Which is how they remained a couple of minutes later, prompting me to go downstairs again.

Which was empty, from my aroused perspective. Though several men were in the dry sauna, both the whirlpool and steambath were empty. After enjoying soaping my cock in the shower, I returned to the porn room.

Sitting in the middle again, another man on my left, who was naked and stroking himself to the porn. We soon let our legs and hands wander, enjoying the shared contact of two strangers meeting in a bathhouse. The stroking soon became more explicit, as a man with a hard cock was being rimmed by one man, and sucked by another on the screen.

By now, we were jacking each other off, playing with each other’s nipples, attention split between the porn on the screen and what we were doing to each other. Another man in a towel entered, standing at the end of the shorter corridor wall. He began to rub himself on the outside of his towel, his attention clearly drawn to us.

The third man soon moved to the lowest bench, kneeling on it, facing us. I saw how he slid a hand along both of our thighs, moaning when his hand touched my cock, joining the other man’s. The new man’s other hand met mine, jacking off a naked stranger watching gay group porn.

Of course, it was also true we were indulging in gay group sex, with the new man starting to bend his head, an obvious signal of what was coming next. I made it clear that a condom was needed, so he then shifted his attention to the other man. Which was perfectly fine, giving me a chance to get a bit more prepared for thoughtless group games.

And to watch a man get sucked. Seeing how the escort çanakkale lips surrounded the stretched surface of the other man’s cock head. Stroking myself at the same rhythm that the other man was being blown. Watching how hard and glistening his sexy shaft became, then focusing on his expression, his cock taking control, my nipple play adding a bit of its own pleasure.

After a difficult to measure period, he moved away, then stood, bringing up his towel. His cock still jutting and rigid, a glorious sight I kept stroking to as he left. Like many bathhouse visitors – including myself – he was clearly more interested in enjoying sex with a number of strangers than in cumming once. Reaching the polished floor, He strode away, leaving me with his cocksucker.

Who quickly shifted his focus, even as he kept his towel on. The other man moved over on his knees, while I kept my legs spread, hand wrapped on my shaft. After settling between my thighs, he was almost at face height, not blocking the porn exactly, but much more present.

He started playing with my nipple, making me gasp as my free hand reached for his towel. Somewhat surprisingly, he moved closer to the bench, just as I had before, when finger fucking a stranger in the same room, a row above.

The cocksucker was wearing glasses, like I. His hands began to run over my chest, sinking slowly until they were moving along my thighs. Moving my body closer to him, my left hand began touching his head, feeling his short cut hair before exploring his ear, then behind his neck, bringing him closer.

Normally, kissing a stranger is something that occurs rarely, making sure that the experience will be worthwhile. Tastes and smells are an intimate part of kissing, and not everyone matches. Anyone familiar with kissing understands this, which is why in a bathhouse, finding a partner is such a thrill.

Along with the satisfaction of finding a someone to kiss. A bathhouse encounter adding the thrill of crossing a boundary. one which is actually meaningless for anyone who has ever kissed both a man and a woman. In my now extended experience, kissing is completely separate from whether a person has a cock or cunt – a belief that my female bi-friend shares equally.

This afternoon, it appeared that both of us were getting increasing lucky, as it took little time for our lips to meet. Followed by our tongues entwining, our kissing deepening quickly. My cock was rigid, a detail that simply added to the flowing pleasure, without being its source. His hands had also circled my head and neck, making our connection perfect.

His skill was enticing, and oddly, the fact that he did not taste of cum added to my pleasure. I have kissed several cocksuckers in the past, getting turned on by the texture which cum creates. But today, it was the crisp delight of his mouth that was making me so horny, along with the fact that he was the slightly more passive one, my tongue demonstrating its dominance from the beginning.

However, he remained a near equal, his own tongue more than capable of making me submit to his own desires, probing and exploring my willing mouth. The eroticism was overwhelming, reminding both of us explicitly how potently kissing creates a fantastic sexual bond between two people.

Especially when they are two horny sluts in a bathhouse. Though nowhere near as free in terms of time constraints as my last visit, the reality of finding a man to kiss so deeply was a rare treat, one to be fully indulged.

Our desires soon merged utterly, losing ourselves in the mutual pleasure of kissing another man. Tongues exploring and meeting, lips pressed, hands roaming over each other. There are many temptations offered by the baths, and this was one of the more refined ones. My mouth and his his were fully engaged, enjoying one of the most primal experiences that two people can share, whether long term lovers or just met strangers.

Our tastes and oral styles were well matched, as we continually switched from doing the tonguing to being tongued. Small pauses just heightened the sensation when our kissing resumed its devouring intensity, our hands pulling the other closer. He did play with my rigid cock, but it was almost a distraction from my desire to have my tongue explore his mouth. A mouth which I had just watched taking another man’s cock deep inside, sexy lips wrapped around a throbbing shaft.

Finally, the pauses became longer, our lips no longer pressing urgently. Kissing like this was fantastic, but as we slowly wound down, time became something to be concerned about. Particularly in light that there was no way to know how long we had been together in the dimness, that sense of eternal timelessness being one of the fundamental pleasures of making out.

He left first, and I followed, seeing by the clock in the stair landing area that more than a half hour had passed. A wonderfully stretched half hour, of the sort that the baths provide in delicious abundance.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Avery crunched the numbers over again but each time he did, it kept coming up the same, the money just wasn’t there. Renting the warehouse was going to break them. Trash hadn’t even considered the cost of utilities in his estimates. He didn’t take into account buying furniture, even if it was used. “We wouldn’t need much.” He told Avery, “Maybe a couch, a table, and a few chairs.”

“What about the equipment that Mikey took with him?” Avery tapped his pencil on the edge of the bar.

“Yeah, there’s that.” Trash put his hands behind his head and sighed.

“If Trash is right, and we can get the first couple of months free, would that leave us enough to at least start some of the repairs?” Rick slid the pad of paper that Avery had been writing on over and looked at his figures. “Man this is tight.”

“We could probably swing it for a month or two…” Avery told him, “I just don’t want to commit to something when we don’t know for sure if we can still afford it down the road, you know?”

“Yeah I get it.” Rick agreed. “Everything’s still kind of up in the air right now.”

“Well, Ave, there was one thing that we were kind of wondering about.” Trash looked at Rick and raised an eye brow.

“Hmm? What’s that?” Avery asked, going over the numbers for the fourth time.

Rick shook his head and mouthed the word “No.” Trash turned up the palms of his hands and shrugged as if to say “What’s the issue?”

Rick rolled his eyes, grabbed the bottle of beer in front of him, and took a swig. Avery looked up and noticed the tension between the two.

“What’s up guys?” He asked them. “You want me to start turning tricks or something?” He laughed at his own joke. Trash smirked but Rick didn’t seem amused.

“No…” Rick sighed. He pushed his hair back from his forehead and turned to look at Avery, his expression serious and a bit pained. “Ordinarily we would never ask this, but we’re kind of in a tight spot right now. I think you can agree. We may not be able to find a deal this good again, and right now we’re kind of out of options. Trash and I were brain storming, trying to come up with ways to get the extra cash we need, but short of selling blood and semen we just really don’t have any real promising ideas. So, we were thinking-and if your totally against this it’s cool, we understand- but, we were wondering if there was any way that you could possibly ask your parents for a loan?”

“My parents?” Avery picked the pack of cloves up from the table, examining the black and dark green design for a moment while he considered what he was being asked. He calmly lit a cigarette, took a long thoughtful drag, and then looked up; his eyes meeting Rick’s. His gaze was cold, and stern, and his body tense.

“We know you don’t get along with them very well.” Trash told him, “But we thought maybe this once you could…”

“No.” Avery said suddenly. “You don’t know shit. I can’t ask them-I don’t even want to talk to them!”

“Yeah but Ave, can’t you just pretend to play nice, just this once?” Trash put his hand on Avery’s shoulder but Avery shrugged him off.

“Play nice?” Avery glared at Trash. “I wasn’t the one that pushed them away. I wasn’t the one that called my son a disgusting, little faggot, and told him I’d rather he be dead! Don’t tell me to play nice. I’ve played nice. I even went along with my parents sending me to a fucking religious camp that was supposed to ‘cure’ me, and when it didn’t work, they tossed me out into the street like a piece of garbage. The only reason they continue to support me financially is out of guilt after I tried to kill myself. They don’t care about me, all they care about is trying to save face, so no, I can’t ask them for a loan, I won’t.” Avery took another hit off his cigarette then smashed it angrily into the ash tray.

“I know we’re in a tough spot financially and I wish I could come up with a solution but you can’t ask me to do this. I’ll do anything else, anything but crawl back to them and ask for help. I just can’t do that.”

Avery pushed himself away from the bar. He walked over to the jukebox and pretended to look through songs. Trash started to get up but Rick put his hand on his friends shoulder.

“Just leave him alone for now.” Rick said softly. “He just needs a minute or so to himself.”

“I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“I know, and I’m sure Avery knows that too. Talking about his parent’s is just a sore spot for him.”

“I had no idea any of that happened.” Trash looked down at the bottle of beer in his hand. He felt like shit. At this point he just wished he could take it all back. They could have figured out another way to get the money they needed. He just jumped on the idea of Avery getting the money from his parents because he knew that they had money; he just never considered how it would make Avery feel.

“I knew that his parent’s threw him out.” Rick confessed. “And I knew that Ave had spent some time in a psych unit, but I didn’t bolu escort bayan know why.”

Trash sucked down the rest of his drink. He sighed. “He doesn’t talk about his past that much. I guess it makes sense though. I just can’t believe that his own parents could be so cold. I mean, you’re supposed to love your kids no matter what, right? It’s just so fucked up that they would treat him that way. Gay or straight, he’s still their kid.”

Rick watched Trash thoughtfully. “So, it never really bothered you that Avery’s gay?”

Trash looked shocked. “Hell no, why would it? I mean, I’d never want to fuck him, I’m just not into guys that way, but Ave’s my little bro. He’s a hell of a good singer, he’s a good band mate, and he’s an awesome friend. Why would it matter who he likes to sleep with?”

Rick smiled some. Her took another swig of his drink then turned and looked at Avery. He was still standing in front of the jukebox but now he was digging through his pocket looking for change. Rick slipped off the bar stool and walked over to him. He pulled a couple quarters out of his pocket and dropped them into the machine. “Go ahead.” He told Avery.

Avery looked up. Rick had caught him off guard but he smiled warmly at him. “Thanks.” He said softly. Avery punched in a couple of numbers on the jukebox and waited. Within a few seconds ‘Creedence Clearwater Revival’s’ “Have you ever seen the Rain” began to play.

Rick put an arm around Avery’s shoulders and playfully pulled the younger man against him. “Nice choice.” He told him.

“Thanks.” Avery said again, blushing.

“Anytime.” Rick gave Avery a friendly squeeze then ruffled his hair.

Avery pushed him away, laughing. “Don’t mess up my hair.” He smirked.

“My God, you’re such a little diva.” Rick laughed.

“Hell yeah,” Avery winked at Rick. “And don’t you forget it.”

Trash threw a handful of cash onto the bar to pay for the beers they’d drank then slipped off the bar stool and headed over to the others. “I’m going to take off.” He told them. “And don’t worry about the money. We’ll figure something out eventually.”

“Take care, buddy.” Rick gave Trash a quick fist bump. “If nothing else, like Avery suggested earlier, we can just sell him into prostitution.” Both Rick and Trash laughed loudly.

“Hey!” Avery glared at them both. “Assholes.” He snickered.

Trash put Avery into a head lock and grinned. “What was that little man?” He teased.

“Let go!” Avery squealed as he fought against Trash.

“Say Uncle!” Trash demanded.

“Screw you!”

“Come on, say uncle!”

“Get off me!”

“Here comes the ‘tomb stone!’ Better give up!” Trash howled with laughter as he picked Avery up and pretended to slam him down again. Avery gasped then grabbed Trash’s shirt and clung to him.

“Stop before you hurt him.” Rick chuckled.

Trash let go finally and Avery stumbled backwards into Rick. “You bastard!” Avery glared at Trash as he tried to compose himself.

“Oh relax baby boy. I was just having a little fun with you.” Trash gave Avery a light slap on the side of the face and laughed again at Avery’s expression of rage. “Be careful.” He winked at Rick. “This one can get a bit feisty when he’s provoked.”

“You ain’t telling me anything I don’t already know.” Rick grinned.

“You can both go to hell.” Avery hissed. He folded his arms over his chest and pouted. Trash waved and walked out, leaving his two friends standing by thejuke box, one mildly amused and the other fuming. Rick slapped Avery on the ass as he walked back towards the bar. “Come on Ave, I’ll buy you a drink.”

____________________________

It was nearly five. Avery stumbled through the door and over to the couch where he collapsed. He was more than a little buzzed after drinking with Rick though Rick had remained fairly sober himself. Rick walked Avery home then helped him up the stairs to the door. “You gonna be alright?” Rick laughed as he helped Avery shove the key in the lock.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Avery threw his arms around Rick’s neck and smiled up at him. “Thank you for helping me home and being such a good friend.”

Rick patted Avery’s back. “You’re welcome Ave. Just don’t pass out on the floor once your inside.” He snickered.

“Deal.” Avery kissed Rick on the cheek then turned and entered his apartment.

Rick was a bit hesitant to leave Avery alone but he figured he’d be okay as long as he didn’t plan on going out again. Avery never could hold his liquor very well. Rick smiled as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets and made his way back down the steps. It was a rare sight to see Avery even a little tipsy; rare, but cute. His more silly side came out when he was drunk and it was a total contrast to how he normally acted.

Once Avery got himself settled, he pulled the post it note that had Brian’s number written on it out of his pocket and read over it again. escort bolu His heart was pounding in his chest and he smiled a bright, exuberant smile.

Brian had called him, he did still care. Avery felt silly for ever doubting it but the lack of contact had started to take its toll. Avery crushed the note against his chest and giggled like a child giddy over a new toy. He couldn’t wait to hear Brian’s voice again. He wanted to hear all about the tour, his fans, and the kinds of people that he met; most of all though, Avery wanted to hear Brian tell him that he loved him. Once he heard that, he could bear the rest of the time apart from him until he finally came back.

Too excited to contain himself any longer, Avery picked up the phone and dialed Brian’s number. He held his breath as the phone rang. The hum of the call signal seemed to drag out for hours though it was only a few seconds. Avery’s heart was racing, he felt nervous, but at the same time exhilarated; then, finally, the hum disappeared as the line was picked up on the other end. “Avery?” A familiar voice asked.

Avery hiccupped. “Brian…I can’t believe I get to hear your voice again!” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Brian told him. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to call but I’ve just been super busy with the tour, and signing autographs. I hardly have time to even sleep but I had to hear your voice again.”

“I’m glad you called.” Avery wiped away the tears that had sprung to his eyes when he heard Brian’s voice. It was like a dream come true. No, better than that. Avery felt that every horrible thing that had happened to him up until this point was being slowly erased from his mind to make room for all the wonderful new memories that he was going to have now. Memories that he planned to make with Brian.

They talked for hours. Brian told Avery everything about what he had been doing since they’d last seen each other. He told him about his fans and the countless numbers of women throwing themselves at him, but how he could only think of Avery, and the amazing night that they had shared. He couldn’t wait to see Avery again, he confessed. He called him his beautiful French angel and Avery blushed. He felt himself melt against the cushions of the couch as Brian spoke. Avery had never felt this happy in his life. He’d never felt more loved or in love. It was truly magical.

Avery didn’t want to spoil the mood so he chose not to mention the issues with Mikey and the band. He didn’t know how Brian would react. Would he rush back and go after Mikey? Would he blame Avery and never want to speak to him again? Avery didn’t want to risk it and he didn’t want to worry Brian when he was so far away and unable to help anyway. He thought about telling Brian about the ware house and how broke they all were but he didn’t want Brian to think that he was just trying to get money out of him, so he decided not to mention that either. In the end, they mostly just talked about Brian and his band.

Asendin was climbing up the charts. They had already sold out the last three concerts. Their album was disappearing from the shelves as fast as it was being put out, and their next album was already in the works. Avery couldn’t wait to get a copy. Brian wrote all the songs for the band and while most of them were pretty dark or sorrowful, he also had quite a few love ballads on their previous album. Avery was eager to see what songs he had written lately, and if any of them were about him.

He realized that it was a bit presumptuous but he also knew that Brian was known for using his real life as inspiration for his songs. Avery was the same way. Most of the songs he wrote-though no where as good as Brian’s- were songs that reflected certain moments in his life, whether good or bad. Avery’s writing was very emotional, deep, and well thought out. He took great pride in his music and wanted to write something that would touch his audience on a personal level, the way Brian’s music touched him. The real problem with Avery’s music though, was that he was way too self-conscious to sing his own songs in public, so he mostly sang Asendin covers, or songs that Trash and Mikey had written.

As the conversation came to an end Avery had a hard time saying good-bye. He knew that they would talk again. Brian promised to call in a week when he had more down time, but Avery didn’t want to wait that long. In all honesty he didn’t want the conversation to end at all but he knew that Brian was tired and so was he. They exchanged “I Love you’s” then a few parting words to comfort each other, and hung up. Avery lay back against the couch hugging the phone to his chest. “I am so in love with you Brian.” He said out loud. “I never actually thought that I could be this happy.”

_______________________________________

After his last episode bolu escort of binge drinking, Rick felt it was better that he abstain for a while, at least when alone. Trash and Avery were great wing men; they kept Rick from getting totally wasted and making a further fool of himself. But Avery wasn’t with him at the moment and Rick was feeling vulnerable. On the walk home Avery was talking about Brian again. He couldn’t wait to get home and call him. He wanted to hear his voice again and his ‘sexy’ accent. Every other sentence was about Brian.

Rick was seriously getting sick of hearing that guy’s name. What was so special about Brian Mueller? What the hell did he have that Ricky didn’t? Rick was just as good looking, and as talented, maybe more so. Avery didn’t care about money and material things so it wasn’t that. He knew that Brian was Avery’s idol, the first time he’d ever heard Brian sing Avery had been hooked. He admired him, respected him, and aspired to be like him. Rick guessed that eventually that admiration had turned into some misguided form of love, but what was it about him that had drawn Avery in to begin with?

Avery was the type of guy that was always looking for his ‘Knight in shining armor.’ Apparently Brian had become that knight. It made sense, Rick supposed. After being thrown out of his parent’s house; totally rejected by his family, being alone and scared, living on the streets and so young, Avery was looking for something to give him hope for the future. He and Brian came from similar back grounds. They had suffered similar issues in their lives, and through it all, Brian had risen to the top and became a rock and roll God.

Avery probably needed to put his faith and love into someone like Brian. He became a symbol to Avery. Someone he could look up to and possibly learn from. He was living proof that you could overcome any obstacle if you were willing to work hard for it. He symbolized dreams turned into reality, and that was something Avery had clung to through his darker times.

‘I could be that to Avery.’ Rick thought as he walked down the side walk towards his end of town. ‘I could be his knight in shining armor. At least I’d actually be here for him when he needed me.’ He sighed and looked up at the sky. It was getting darker earlier now. Street lights were starting to come on and hard working men and women were rushing home to their families for dinner.

He thought about that morning when he sat at the table across from Avery and shared breakfast with him. He remembered the way that he looked standing at the stove; the smile on his face as he poured the juice. He was practically gleaming when Rick told him what a great cook he thought he was.

That sweet, innocent, and obviously loving look on Avery’s face was priceless and Rick wanted so bad to see that look again. “What could I do to prove to you that I could take care of you?” Rick realized that his own dreams weren’t so farfetched. He only wanted Avery to be a part of his life. As a friend would be great, but as a partner, a lover, that’s what he really wanted. If Avery could only see that, if he knew how Rick felt, they could be a family. That’s all Rick really wanted. With Avery by his side, he’d be the happiest man on Earth.

Rick didn’t feel like going home suddenly. The last thing he wanted was to be alone right now. He couldn’t go back to Avery’s. Avery was no doubt in deep conversation with his beloved Brian by now. That thought pissed Rick off. That bastard had everything. He was famous, rich, and good-looking. He could have anyone that he wanted, so why did he have to choose Avery? Rick supposed that he should be happy for his friend, he found the man of his dreams after all, but Rick just didn’t feel that way.

He turned and headed down Chase Street.

Hanging out in a bar all night was that last thing he needed to do but he just couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. There was a local pub on Chase called Shaggy’s. Rick knew the owner. He was an older guy named Boomer, but he was cool. Boomer used to play in a band years ago, but after drugs, drinking, and a few failed marriages, he retired his guitar and went into business for himself. That’s how Shaggy’s was born. The past ten years or so Boomer’s place had been a favorite hang out for the older crowd, attracting mostly blue collar workers, retirees, and rednecks. Most of the patrons were regulars but once in a blue moon someone breezing through town would stop in for a beer or two.

Shaggy’s was one of the few places in town that didn’t kick Avery out on sight. Boomer only asked that he not openly drink in the bar in case the cops happen to show up, though he’d never complained when Avery would take small sips from Rick’s beer. Avery was reluctant to drink anything harder which was fine because Rick knew that Boomer wouldn’t allow it and he didn’t want to piss anyone off.

When Rick walked in, Boomer was sitting at the end of the bar talking to a regular named Max. Max was a retired truck driver who currently divided most of his time between drinking and working in his garden. His wife had passed away three years ago; his children were grown and rarely visited, so his friends at the bar became his family. Rick greeted both men as he sat down beside them.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I was still feeling slightly depressed after the breakup with a long term girlfriend. At the time I was just 22. The girlfriend and her parents, and mine for that matter, we’re applying pressure on me to, pop to question. I just wasn’t ready to settle down. To be honest I think I’d only stayed in the relationship, was purely because I was too chicken to end it.

I was worried how friends and relatives would react, if I did. I’m sure there’s some out there that can understand the situation. It had to end and end now. Before things went too far down the marriage road, everyone hearing wedding bells etc.

On top of all the pressure, and definitely a contributing factor, was our sex life. Which was always performed in the dark missionary position and strictly rationed, and definitely no nudity, or oral. In fact nothing that she considered, dirty, or perverted.

A close friend at work Pete, had noticed I hadn’t been myself for a few days, and suggested we go get a beer at lunchtime. Pete was in his early 30s, and had been divorced for about a year now. I still have the memory of the hangover. After going out drinking with him to celebrate, him getting his divorce papers.

We got to the pub and I confided in Pete, telling him, all that had happened, and that I’d finally bitten the bullet and ended my relationship with her.

Pete’s reaction was as I expected it to be, totally supportive. He couldn’t believe that I’d put up with it for so long. Nor the missionary sex life, Which he found quite amusing, He now worked his hand to and throw at his mouth, like he was sucking a cock. We both ended up laughing, and kidding around. Pete was just the medicine I needed to snap me out of my mood.

While we were in the pub he suggested that, I attended the stag party, of one of the guys from the office. There was an open invite to all, and it was coming up on the following Friday.

I wasn’t sure about it, the drinking and driving would be the problem. Pete said he was going, and if I wanted to, I could stay at his place after. He said he had a spare room I could use. Pete’s place was only about twenty minutes walk from where the party was going to be held. Getting drunk was Pete’s answer to most problems.

On the Friday of the party I drove to work as usual, the only difference bitlis escort was I parked my car at Pete’s place. That night Pete and I, went back to his place to get changed, then onto the wine bar where the party was to be held. We stayed at the party far longer than I expected, and of course drank much to much alcohol. I think it was about midnight when Pete and I staggered out, of the party to make our way home. We’d only been walking a few minutes when it started raining quite hard. We decided to make a run for it, and occasionally dived into shop doorways to shelter. Eventually we made it back to Pete’s, by that time both of us were soaked to the skin.

Once inside we went through to the kitchen. Pete started to strip off and told me to do the same. So he could put our wet clothes in the dryer. I guess the the alcohol had made us both loose our inhibitions, l peeled off my wet jeans, “T”shirt and underpants. Pete and I were now both naked he started to make us a coffee, to warm us up a bit. I admit I was curious to take a look at his body. I sneaked a few glances as he move round the kitchen, He was a bit over weight, but he still looked quite fit, and I couldn’t miss the fact that he was slightly aroused. I was fairly certain he’d taken a good look, at me as well, which may have contributed to his state of arousel. He went out of the kitchen for a moment, and came back with a towel round his waist. He threw me a towel which I put on. We sat drinking the coffee, we chatting for a bit before finally going to our rooms.

The next morning I was woken up by Pete knocking on my door. He stuck his head round the door and jokingly asked if I was decent. He hadn’t minded about that the last night I thought.

I lay back on the bed trying to clear my muzzy head, as I still felt a bit hungover. I have to tell you I’m one of those guys that I always gets a morning erection, I can’t help it, it just happens. That morning was no different, I was also desperate for a piss, but before I could could get my act together Pete returned, with two cups of tea.

I couldn’t hold it any longer, I had to go. Regardless of what Pete would to see I made a quick exit to the bathroom for a pee.

When I returned to my room, I thought that Pete would have gone escort bitlis to his room by them.

I entered my room, with my erect cock bouncing as I walked. To my surprise Pete was still there, sitting on the end of the bed. He looked me up and down, and rolled his eyes.

I couldn’t help it and I blushed a bit. He laughed and left me to drink my tea.

After finishing my tea I crossed the landing to the bathroom to get showered.

As I did Pete came out of his room, and as he passed behind me he took a swipe at my bare arse with the back of his hand. I managed to side step his attempt, to slap my arse, as he made his way down stairs.

I got in the shower, and stood under the hot water with my eyes closed. Letting the water cascade over my naked and still aroused body. Hopefully the shower would clear my head.

I was slightly startled, when I felt Pete’s hands lightly took hold of my hips from behind.

I made no attempt to escape his hold on me. His right hand began to wander lower and lower, until he gripped my hard shaft. While his other hand was delving down between my cheeks he’d found that target too. I tried reach round behind me to take hold of his cock, which I knew was hard as it had brushed against me several times in the last few minutes.

He pulled back saying I’d be satisfying his needs very soon. He took the shower gel and began working it round my hole, and slipping one of his fingers in me, he also rubbed the soap allover his cock. He pulled me closer to him, his cock lay up between my cheeks, and his belly. He squeezed me to him, and told me to ASSUME THE POSITION. I leaned forwards and took the weight of my upper body on my hands and arms. He then parted my legs. I then could feel that he had hold of his cock and was guiding it between my cheeks towards my hole, he then stared to push. It made me take a quick gasp of air as the head of his cock entered me. He now held my hips tightly and started thrusting in and out. Slowly at first but gradually getting faster and harder. He was now breathing heavily and grunting, and moaning. The sensation of the hot water and his body slamming against me, was too much for Me I shot my load, closely followed by his hot spurt inside me. He moaned again and rammed it in bitlis escort bayan hard once more. If it hadn’t been for his cock inside me I think I’d have collapsed. I was feeling quite weak at the knees. After he pulled out we spent the next ten or fifteen minutes soaping and washing each other down. It was so sensual I couldn’t believe it, he’d made me hard again. We toweled each other dry before going to his bedroom.

We lay on his bed together, the room was gloomy, as the curtains were still drawn. We lay there talking, He told me that he knew it wasn’t the first time I’d been fucked by a man.

I told him about the man that had caught me skinny dipping. He then asked if I’d ever fucked a man. I told him that I wasn’t inexperienced so I had not tried it. He said he wanted to be my first. I said that I wasn’t sure. He seemed was okay with that, and started to play with my cock. he was nibbling my nipples, and slowly stroking my shaft. It was now me that was moaning twitching under the intense attention he was paying to my body.

The feeling was amazing. His mouth now moved down to my cock. and balls. We ended up in the 69 position both of us writhing about on the bed, sucking eachother.

Then suddenly i was aware he was no longer sucking me but, had started to lick my balls and was pushing his head deeper, and deeper towards his target. finally he took hold of my ankles and open my legs wide, and started to rim me. It was driving me wild, and I was now ready to take him, and he knew it. He reached over to the bedside cupboard and took out a tube of something. He squirted some of the contents in his hand and rubbed it up between the cheeks of his arse, then applied another handful to my throbbing cock. He slid over the end of the bed so I could fuck him doggy fashion I slid my cock into him, it was so hot and tight, he also kept squeezing his cheeks together holding my cock even tighter. Almost stopping me from moving, it wasn’t long, and my only excuse, I was so turned on. I shot my load inside of him, I shuddered from my head to feet as I did. I was exhausted and slowly, I slid to the floor panting he Slid down beside me. We were both out of breath and sweating, Pete said that we needed another shower, we ended up killing our selves laughing laying there naked together on the floor.

We got back on the bed again and both of us dropped off to sleep, when I woke Pete was still sleeping. I made my way quietly down to the kitchen, and took my clothes out of the dryer. I dressed and let myself out of the house, and Set off for home with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Vince Lombardi, one of the NFL’s greatest coaches, had said, “It is essential to understand that battles are primarily won in the hearts of men. Men respond to leadership in a most remarkable way and once you have won his heart, he will follow you anywhere.” I hadn’t fully realized the veracity of this statement until I experienced it for myself during the recent NFL Playoffs.

I headed over to my neighbor Ben’s place to catch the first round of NFL Playoff games with him and a couple of his friends. I had met Ben at an association meeting for our building back at the beginning of the Pro Season and we hit it off right away. Within a couple of weeks, he convinced me switch to his gym so that we could work out together, which was beneficial for us both in terms of motivation and adherence to an exercise regimen. Our friendship evolved rather easily over the next few months, culminating to the point of either seeing each other, talking over the phone, or texting one another nearly every day. One of the most remarkable things about Ben is that he’s the kind of guy that somehow manages to get along with everyone; it’s a rare occasion when we go out in the neighborhood and he doesn’t run into someone he knows. He’s a lot of fun to be around because he has a great sense of humor and a genuine, affable manner. Like me, Ben is single, which is surprising because he’s a real charming, good-looking guy. I’d say he’s about 6′ or so, enviably built with curly, dark blonde hair and blue eyes.

His buddies Erik and Joe were already at his place by the time I arrived for the first game, so I quickly grabbed a beer and joined them in discussing the merits of this year’s teams. Apparently, Ben and Joe have been betting on the games for a few years now, initially for cash but had switched to doing ‘favors’ for each other, such as washing the winner’s car or doing household repairs. Joe was obviously not fond of that kind of arrangement. “I’m not fixing any of your shit anymore,” he grumbled and then listed his various chores from the previous year. “Your goddam Jacuzzi tub, your furnace, your fucking washing machine. Jesus, I even had to detail your car.”

“Well,” Ben replied, chuckling. “That’s part of the fun of betting. It raises the stakes.”

Joe shook his head in response. “Let’s just do something quick and be done with it.”

“I just don’t think a cash prize is all that rewarding, really,” Ben countered. “We need something that properly recognizes the dominance of the winner.”

Joe smiled and regarded Ben for a moment. “I’m afraid to even think of what you might suggest.”

“Oh, I’ll come up with something,” Ben said with a wink. “Just wait and see.”

As the first game between Dallas and Seattle got underway, Ben sidled up next to me on the couch and draped his arm around my shoulders. “You know, the Cowboys haven’t been doing too good this year.”

“And yet here they are in the Playoffs,” I refuted.

“As one of the wild cards,” he clarified.

“It’s all good,” I replied, sipping my beer. “The Cowboys are gonna kick ass!”

Ben chuckled and reached for his own beer. “Todd, the only thing your Cowboys are gonna do with ass today is suck it!”

I shook my head as Joe and Erik backed him up with whoops and hollers. “You know, you can kiss my ass when they embarrass your Seahawks,” I told him good-naturedly.

“Gladly,” Ben replied with an indifferent shrug. “But when the Cowboys lose, you’re gonna have to kiss my ass.”

I laughed as he smiled at me. “Oh, I’m not worried,” I told him in an attempt to surpass his conviction. “They’re not gonna lose.”

“Yeah, keep believing that, buddy,” he taunted amicably and then turned to Erik and Joe. “Well, gentlemen, it looks like we have our first wager.”

Joe emphatically shook his head. “No, that’s between the two of you,” he asserted. “Count me out.”

The Seahawks scored the first touchdown, followed by another in the second quarter. By halftime, the Seahawks were ahead, 13 — 7.

“Do you want some ChapStick or anything?” Ben asked me. “Because I really don’t want anything rough on my ass.”

“Don’t get cocky,” I cautioned calmly. “We still have the second half to go.”

The Cowboys scored in the third quarter and managed a 30-yard field goal in the fourth, which effectively put them ahead. I was able to gloat a bit until the Seahawks scored again in the final few minutes, ending the game, 20 — 17.

Once the clock ran out, Ben rose to his feet, clapping loudly. “Yeah, pucker up, buddy! Your Cowboys lost!” He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts and flashed me a wide grin. “You’re going to enjoy this … my butt is in pristine condition.” He turned around and pushed his shorts down, exposing his smooth, round backside to view. I groaned aloud and buried my face in my hands. “Aw, don’t be a sore loser,” bingöl escort he cajoled. “A bet’s a bet.”

I muttered a protest and glanced over at Joe and Erik who only shrugged in return.

I heaved a sigh and I stared at his bare ass for a brief moment. “I’ll get you back for this, you know that, right?”

“Okay, your lips are forming words right now, when they should be puckered and on my butt.”

I grumbled and then leaned forward, placing my hands on his hips. I hesitated briefly before quickly kissing his right cheek and then slapping his left one. Ben whistled and pulled up his shorts while Erik applauded loudly.

“You guys are fucked up,” Joe said, chuckling in spite of himself.

There weren’t any other wagers during the second game since everyone was rooting for the Broncos, Ben’s favorite team. The Broncos didn’t disappoint, beating the Colts, 31 — 12.

On the way to the door, Ben gave me a playful pat on the butt. “You’re a good sport, buddy,” he told me. “I appreciate that.”

“Don’t think I won’t get you back,” I warned him.

He flashed a bright smile and gave me a wink. “Lookin’ forward to it.”

—Sunday

I went over to Ben’s place a little early the next day to catch some of the pre-game coverage. Joe arrived shortly after me and we sat and talked while Ben got on the phone to his parents.

Ben and Joe have been friends ever since high school where they played varsity football together. Joe went to college out-of-state but eventually moved back home a few years later and they quickly resumed their friendship. Joe’s a little bit shorter than Ben and is a lean, wiry guy with an olive complexion and thick black hair that’s beginning to recede a bit. He can be somewhat aloof and reserved initially but is pretty cool once he warms up. Although there is an obvious air of competitiveness between the two of them, you can tell that they treat each other as brothers.

Erik arrived shortly before kickoff with sandwiches and beer. As we all settled in, Ben began proselytizing at length about the superiority of the Dolphins over the Patriots. Yet once the game was underway, to Ben’s chagrin, the Patriots quickly proved their skill and, by halftime, were ahead 21 — 0.

“You’re Dolphins are losing,” Joe chastised Ben pointedly.

Ben simply shrugged in response, popping a handful of peanuts into his mouth. “Don’t you worry, Joe, they’ll catch up.”

Towards the end of the third quarter, Miami managed to score once but were still significantly behind.

“How does your foot taste, Ben?” Joe asked. “You’re not gagging on it, are you?”

“I never gag,” Ben replied, “on anything.”

“Aw, man, I should have bet you on this one,” I groused, feeling that I had missed my opportunity to get back at him for yesterday.

“It’s not too late,” Ben said, nudging my leg with his knee. “There are still a few minutes left in the third and the whole fourth to go. Why not make it interesting?”

“What do you suggest?” I asked.

“His foot literally in his own mouth,” Joe proposed, chuckling to himself.

Ben shook his head dismissively and then turned back to me. “You got any better ideas?”

“Todd’s foot in your mouth,” Joe amended quickly.

“What do you think, bud?” Ben asked me, nudging me with his shoulder. “You want me to suck your toes if the Dolphins lose?”

I smiled, grateful for the opportunity that had presented itself. “My toes? No, I think you should suck my dick.”

Ben’s eyes went wide as Joe’s mouth dropped open. I glanced over at Erik and we both busted up laughing.

“Be careful, buddy,” Ben cautioned. “Don’t propose anything you aren’t willing to do yourself.”

I laughed and extended my hand. “I’m not worried. Can you say the same?”

Ben grasped my hand firmly and pulled me towards him. “I’m really going to enjoy the sight of my dick in your mouth,” he said in a low, confident tone.

“I don’t think so,” I stammered under his steady gaze. “I think it’s going to be the other way around.”

“Oh, you think so?” Ben countered, smirking. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see then.”

My smile faltered a bit as we shook hands, then we both reached for our beers and turned back to the game.

The Dolphins scored at top of the fourth and were headed for their third touchdown in the last few minutes, which would’ve effectively tied the game, when they fumbled. New England scored a 3-point field goal after they got possession and ended up winning the game, 24 — 14.

Joe, Erik and I cheered loudly and gave each other a round of high-fives.

“Well, it appears as though your Dolphins lost,” Joe observed with amusement. “So? Now what do you have to say?”

Ben set his beer down and casually stood up. “Alright, come on, whip it out,” he said to me. “I’ll give it a good lick.”

“What?!” Joe exclaimed. “You’re not serious!”

“Wait, hold on,” I said to Ben. “I was only bingöl escort bayan kidding.”

Ben positioned himself directly in front of me and folded his arms across his chest. “I’ve got the balls to follow through, Todd. Do you?”

“Yeah, I got the balls,” I replied defiantly, calling what I thought was a bluff. “In fact, you can lick them as well.”

He shrugged. “Alright, let’s get to it then.” I exchanged a look with Erik. “Well?”

I stared back at him and started to hesitantly undo my pants, wondering just how far we would take this before one of us conceded.

“No fucking way!” Joe gaped.

Ben watched me closely as I slowly unzipped my pants. The excited post-game cheering filled the silence, as if the entire stadium of fans were lending their support. I stared back at Ben as I lifted my shirt and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. A sudden and unexpected thrill consumed me, which permitted me to push my underwear down and expose my thickening dick.

Ben nodded approvingly and dropped to one knee in front of me. My heart was pounding wildly against my chest and the rushing blood had begun to inflate my dick, which slowly lengthened and stretched itself out over my hip. From the corner of my eye, I could see Erik straining in his seat to get a better view.

Ben regarded my growing erection for a moment with genuine interest. “Nice, man,” he acknowledged. “You’re packing a real choker there, aren’t you?”

I blushed and felt my dick stretch a bit more.

“You ready for this?” Ben asked as he placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs open for easier access. He then lowered his face toward my lap and watched me closely as he gently blew warm air into my groin. I tightened my grip on my underwear as my dick responded by becoming fully rigid. Then he opened his mouth and, in one smooth motion, slowly and firmly dragged the flat surface of his wet tongue over my ball sack and up the entire length of my shaft all the way up to the tip. The muscles in my groin contracted at the end, causing my dick to jump and tap him on the chin.

Ben straightened up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Nothin’ to it.”

“Oh, my god!” Joe squirmed, nearly falling out of his chair.

I quickly redressed, feeling my face flush with warmth as Erik whistled and applauded. Ben stood for a moment in front of me, smiling at my embarrassment.

“Oh, my god!” Joe repeated loudly. “I can’t believe you did that! What? Are you fucking gay?”

“Well, yeah, I guess I am,” Ben replied as he strode casually toward the kitchen. “I licked a dick so I guess I’m gay now.”

“Jesus! If you do anything gay, then you’re gay!”

“Oh, is that how that works?” Ben laughed, returning from the kitchen with a handful of beers. “Lighten up, man. It’s not that big a deal.” He handed each of us a bottle and then reclaimed his seat. “Good game,” he said to me, toasting his beer.

“Dude, I can’t believe you did that,” Joe muttered, shaking his head.

“What’s the big deal, Joe?” Ben asked.

“You licked his fucking dick!”

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing,” Ben replied. “It’s not. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it. Besides, guys give better head to other guys anyway. Believe me.”

There was a moment of silence as Ben tilted his head back and took a swig of beer.

“What are you talking about?” Joe inquired. “How the hell would you know?”

Ben glanced patiently at him for a few seconds until Joe’s mouth slowly dropped open.

“No fucking way!” Joe squealed. “You’ve had a guy suck your dick?!”

Erik leaned forward in his seat. “Seriously?”

“Yep,” Ben replied somewhat proudly. “Guys know how to do it right because they know what feels good. Most girls really don’t have a clue. It’s like they’re licking a fucking ice cream cone or something. It’s sad.”

“When did you … when did this … happen?” Joe stammered.

Ben leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You guys really want to know?”

Erik raised his hand. “I do.”

Ben glanced over at me, gauging my interest. I shrugged, feeling the tent in my pants suddenly begin to return. “A couple years back,” he began, “I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras with some buddies. We hit Bourbon Street the first night and got totally hammered. At one of the bars, I went to take a piss and the guy at the urinal next to me kept looking at my dick. I asked him if he liked what he saw and he said he did and asked if he could suck it. So I let him.”

Erik and I exchanged a look. “Wait. He blew you in the bathroom?” I asked.

Ben nodded and took a swig of beer. “Of course.”

“The guy blew you in the bathroom?” Joe repeated loudly. “What the hell kind of bar was this?”

“Brace yourself, Joe,” Ben cautioned, resting his hand on Joe’s knee and continuing in a whisper. “It was a gay bar.”

Joe nearly jumped to his feet. “A gay bar? What the escort bingöl fuck were you doing in a gay bar?”

Ben chuckled and reclined back against the couch. “It was an idea of one of the guys. Apparently, a friend of his had gone to one of the gay bars before and got sucked off. The guy told us it would be a hoot and that, you know, it would be kind of an initiation for all of us. It turned out he was right. Before the night was over, we all got blowjobs.”

Joe stared at him. “From the same guy?”

“No,” Ben said, rolling his eyes. “Different guys. It was a gay bar. There wasn’t just one there.”

“Oh, my god, I don’t believe it,” Joe muttered.

“Oh, come on, Joe,” Ben cajoled. “What’s the big deal? We were in New Orleans for Mardi Gras — you’re supposed to do crazy shit. That’s what makes it fun. Besides, it’s a helluva lot easier to get a gay guy to blow you than a girl.”

Joe blinked at Ben a few times and then sat back shaking his head.

Erik casually prompted Ben to continue. “What was it like?”

“Oh, man, it was fuckin’ AWESOME!” Ben declared. “I tell you, it was the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life! This guy sucked on my dick like it was candy-coated. It was so fucking hot!”

“What exactly did he do?” Erik coyly inquired. “Maybe I can give my wife some tips.”

“You want me to describe his technique?” Ben asked.

Joe groaned loudly and sank deeper into his chair.

“Cover your ears then, you big wuss,” Ben said, throwing a cushion at him and then turned back to Erik. “Alright, well, first of all, he created this kind of, like, suction with his mouth as he’d pull back and he also used his hand, you know, and was sliding it along my shaft, so he was sucking and stroking my dick at the same time. And it was a little aggressive, you know? I mean, he wasn’t teasing it like girls do. I mean, he was pulling on my dick like he was milking it for the cum.”

“Well … did you?” I prodded, my balls and hard dick buzzing in anticipation. “Did you cum?”

“Fuck, yeah, I did. I practically blew him across the room,” Ben said and we all busted up laughing. “Oh, man, I tell you, my jizz went everywhere … in his mouth, all over his face and shirt. He was covered in it.”

“Then what happened?” Erik prompted.

“Well, then he thanked me. And I was, like, ‘Shit, buddy, thank you.’ He asked if I’d ever done that before and I said ‘not with a guy’ and he said that he figured as much. I guess he and his friends had pretty much sized us all up when we walked in the door.” Ben chuckled at the recollection. “Then when we came out of the bathroom, all of his friends started cheering him. They were like, ‘Whoa, that guy blew a real big load on you!’ It was awesome.”

“What did your friends say?” I asked.

“They thought it was hilarious. They kept asking me what it was like and I told them they should try it for themselves. And they did. And after each time, we bought the cocksucker a shot. You know, to wash it all down.”

Erik smiled and nodded his head in approval. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah,” Ben agreed. “I highly recommend it.”

“Okay,” Joe interjected after a brief moment of silence. “Now can we get back to the game?”

The second match was between Philadelphia and, ironically enough, New Orleans. Everyone was rooting for the Eagles so, initially, there weren’t any wagers.

“You ever been to Mardi Gras?” Ben asked me. I indicated that I hadn’t with a shake of my head. “One of the wild things to do there is to flash your wares for a string of beads.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I actually knew that.”

“Okay, good,” he replied. “Well, usually, it’s the women who flash their tits, but, sometimes, you know, guys are asked to flash their dicks. Parity and equal opportunity, you see.”

“Of course,” I laughed.

“Well, then it sort of became a joke between us guys — whenever some guy was talking shit we’d interrupt him by saying, ‘shut up and show us your dick’. Or, if someone was being a real chickenshit about something,” Ben said as he glanced at Joe, “we’d tell him to shut up and show us his balls.”

“Oh, so that’s where that stupid phrase came from,” Joe concluded.

“What? I never told you about that?” Ben asked.

“No,” Joe replied adamantly. “And it was so fucking annoying. Whatever you guys do,” he cautioned Erik and I, “don’t say it to him because he will do it.”

“What?” I asked deliberately. “Shut up and show us your cock?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ben stood up and pulled down his shorts, exposing himself to the room.

Joe grimaced, holding out his hands in an attempt to obstruct the view. “Aw, man! Knock it off!”

Ben pulled his shorts back up and reclaimed his seat with a chuckle. The game concluded soon after with the Eagles on top, 24 — 20.

In bed later that night, I found it difficult to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about all that had transpired earlier in the day. I’m pretty sure that it’s not very common for male friends to go around licking each other’s dicks on a dare, so I was intrigued as to why Ben had done so to me without any reservation. It might have been a completely different story had it occurred in private, but the fact that it happened at all was confusing and … inexplicably arousing.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter 42: Wrath Of The Sea

The group sprinted in the woods. All of a sudden, emergency lights started flashing throughout the trees, wailing sirens rang out through the night air.

“What’s goin on?!” Jamal demanded.

“Someone must’ve set off an alarm!!” Yuri replied.

“I’m too feckin old for dis!” Grandma grumbled as they ran.

“No!” Adam cried, “No! Not when we’re so close!” He grasped Merrick’s hand.

“Hurry!” Belinda called, “Dey arr coming!”

The group located the van, and dashed quickly to it. Jamal threw the door open, and had Grandma climb in first. Yuri jumped onto the front seat, and fastened her seatbelt. Belinda stepped right in, and Adam followed suit.

“Alright!” Adam said, “Let’s get-” Merrick pulled his hand away. “Merrick?” The merman looked out into the red-flashing woods, “Merrick! What are you doing?!”

“Hurry up, man!” Jamal shouted, “We gotta go!”

“…” Merrick frowned as he can hear the distant rumbling.

“What are you waiting for?!” Yuri shouted, “We gotta go! NOW!”

“NO!” Merrick shouted. He turned around, and looked upon the humans and mermaid, “I’m not leaving…”

“What?”

“Wha?”

“Huh?!”

“Eh?!”

“I’m not leaving like this…” He shook his head, before looking at Belinda, “Latol- *Ahem* Belinda…” Merrick said, “They had images of you. You’re one of their targets. If they had any a shred of proof, you would have been dragged here like me.”

“Dat no mattrr!” She said, “We ahr out! We must-“

“No! Don’t you see?!” Merrick said.

“We here fo YOU!” Jamal said, “We got chu outta there, and we ain’t letting you near that place!”

“He’s right, Merrick!” Yuri said, “Lets leave well enough alone, and get out of here while we can!”

“You don’t get it!” Merrick said as he pointed out, “THESE humans… This Nigel… The man who has done THIS to me!” He gestured to himself, “He is a ruthless monster… I can’t allow him to do this to anyone else!”

“Merrick!” Adam said, “That lady says she’s reporting him! If we leave now, Nigel will never have anything to do with us again!”

“I can’t trust her to do away with him!” Merrick said, “That human… That Nigel… I see it in his eyes… No human law will ever hold him down… Throw him in a prison and chain him up, it won’t matter. He’ll just arrange for his release, and begin his atrocities all over again! He will NEVER stop… Whatever the cost, that human will always harbor cruelty where ever he exists!”

“Yur pushin yur luck, boyo!” Grandma said, “We didn’t come here to let ya run off!”

“Belinda…” Merrick said, “Can you hold them here…”

“Merrick…” She said, “What ahr you-“

“Can you HOLD them here?!” He demanded, “ANSWER me, Latolcus!”

Belinda shook as she can see a fierce determination in his eyes, “Yees…” Her arms started to pale, “I cahn…”

“Merrick,” Adam said, “Merrick, what are you saying??” The merman walked up to his human, “Merrick… What are you planning???”

“All I need is the ocean.” The merman said, “All I have to do is go into the water. If Nigel follows me… He’s finished.”

“Merrick, NO!” Adam exclaimed, “What about the Capricorn?! If you go into the ocean, you’re as good as dead!!”

“…No.” Merrick’s answered calmly, “The Capricorn wouldn’t dare show its face. Not for what I plan to do.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“I love you Adam,” Merrick kissed Adam’s lips for a short moment, “I’ll be back on the shore by morning…”

“Merrick…” Adam’s eyes watered up, “Merrick, NO!” The merman turned, and began to trot away, “NO!!” Adam took one step, and immediately felt a strong hold grab his waist. He looked down, and saw a peach and white tail squeeze on him, “Belinda, no!”

“I ees sorry, Adahm…” Belinda said, who is now in her true, sea snake form. She placed her clawed hand onto the van, and it glowed a subtle sheen, enclosed in a barrier.

“WHAT DEH FECK ARE YA DOIN?!”

“Stop! Let us out!”

“Break it down! NOW!”

“I’m sorry!” Belinda shouted, “I must protect all of you!! He want dees!”

“MERRIIIIIICCK!!” Adam shouted.

~~~

Merrick sprinted through the trees, his legs leaping from one patch of ground to a nearby root — he has become quite agile from his time on the land. He doubts any other merfolk can move as he is through the dark terrain he’s in.

“I’m sorry Adam…” He muttered, “I’ll make this as fast as I can… I promise!” He said.

“Shining Sea Mother…” Merrick prayed, “Please grant me strength…”

A large, boat-like tank rolled down the way. Nigel looks around the red-flashing woods through his binoculars. He anticipated that an underling or two might have the gall to pull an idiotic stunt as to actually interfere with his project, so he secretly arranged to have alarms placed all around the agency — only ones set to go off when a particular area has been crossed by a guest of his, so he can pin-point the trouble.

“I think I see him…” bilecik escort He said. Meanwhile, a guard clicks a highly advanced rifle together. “Lets teach him not to ruin any party of mine…”

~~~

“Let me go!” Adam begged, pulling strongly against Belinda’s tail, “Let me go, Belinda!! THEY’RE GOING TO KILL HIM!!”

“I cahnt!” Belinda sobbed, “He want me to protect you!” She said, “He ees Piscien Triton! He ees not helplass!”

“I can’t just leave him like this!!” Adam cried, “Please, I’m begging you!!” His muscles are beginning to feel sore from all the effort of fighting the constricting hold.

“I won’t let you die!” She said. “Eef he has a plan, you weell only git in teh way!”

“He’s been through enough, dammit!” Adam yelled, “I can’t let them take him away again!!” His knees gave in as he fell to the ground, “Please…” He sobbed, “I can’t lose him again…”

~~~

“Come on…” Merrick muttered as he sped through. He can smell the ocean — it’s so close. His eyes brightened when he saw a cliff, and spotted the white glisten of the moonlight on the sea’s surface, “There it is!”

He turned his head where he was hearing a lot of rumbling and shouting, “Come and get me, Monsters…!” He challenged silently as he ran.

Just as he stepped out of the woods, a bight light flashed on where he stood. He covered his eyes with his hand, and peered through his squinting eyes. He can see Nigel!

The merman walked this time, towards the edge of the cliff.

~~~

“There he is…” Nigel said. “Lets not take any chances.”

“Yessir.” The sniper said as he put a bullet into his weapon. Meanwhile, Nigel brought up a megaphone, and held it to his mouth.

=KSH=

“=END OF THE LINE, MERRICK=” Nigel called out, “=SURRENDER QUIETLY. YOU HAVE NO CHANCE OF ESCAPE=” Merrick responded with a strange hiss-like cry of defiance, “=YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT WE ARE HEAVILY ARMED, AND WE’RE MORE THAN PREPARED TO TAKE YOU BY FORCE =”

“Just TRY it!” Merrick yelled back.

~~~

The alarms have shut off — all the sirens have ceased, the red lights have died out, and all that could be heard is random shouting. Adam pants harshly as he sprints through the trees. He can make out a bight light in the distance.

“Ahh!!” He yelped as he tripped over a tree right, and fell to the ground. He ignored the fall, and scrambled back up, running as fast as he can!

“Hh!!” He gasped as he spotted Merrick, looking as if he’s taking his final stand.

“Merrick!” He yelled as he ran.

~~~

“I’m ready for you…” Merrick growled as he took a few steps backward. “Come… Come to me…” He muttered, “I dare you… Come and get me…” Merrick held his arms open as he glared at the bright flares, almost blinding him.

He can hear a couple of more large human vehicles — pseudo tanks emerging from the noise and darkness. More humans to hunt him down and capture him. So many blind pawns who bend to every command, to try and close an innocent in for more torment. These are the heartless, mindless savages that merfolk are so afraid of.

They can share in the punishment as well.

~~~

“Take aim…” Nigel muttered, “Remember, shoot to injure, not to kill.”

“I have him…” The sniper said as he looked though his scope. The target pointed to the middle of the spectrum, and he aimed at Merrick’s torso — a very narrow shot, right near the vital organs. A very risky shot, but he knows he’s got it — a bit extreme for what Nigel asked for, but it’ll definitely stop the merman from moving for a few days.

~~~

“Hhh! Hhh! Hhh! HHHhhH!” Adam wheezed as he ran out of the forest. He turned his head, and spotted Nigel! His bandage is gone! His face doesn’t have a single scratch on it! He is standing, looking at Merrick! There are a handful of heavy-artillery tanks — they look like that can be a land-based submarine!

His eyes widened as he spotted a guard in black, holding a rifle, and looking through it. Every once of pain vanished from his body as he rocketed at the merman.

~~~

“You have a lock on him?” Nigel calmly asked, “Remember, I want him alive.”

“Yes…” The sniper said, his finger on the trigger.

“Good. Fire.” Nigel instructed.

~~~

“MERRICK!!!”

The merman turned, and gasped as he saw his human lover about to tackle him in the air.

Everything enters into slow motion.

Merrick’s blue eyes starred into Adam’s brown eyes as the man moved closer.

Adam’s hands planted onto Merrick’s chest.

The merman slowly finds himself airborne, drifting away from his lover’s face of terror, and his hands.

He can’t even find the moment to reach out, or the reason to even speak as his mouth hangs open.

A shriek of thunder screeched in the air of silence.

Merrick’s eyes widened as a surge of deep red flew from Adam’s side facing the ocean, as he hovered suspended in the air.

Adam’s eyes screamed as he can feel the hot liquid escort bilecik escape his body.

Both men slowly descended onto the ground, the crimson soaring through the void, and splashing onto the grass.

Noises echoed and refracted through time and space as Merrick fell on his back, and saw his man curl in agony in his own blood.

“…Adam?” Merrick whimpered. The white uniform Adam wears began to turn red on his sides. “ADAAMMM!” He scrambled to get to him.

~~~

“Damn,” The sniper said as he opened his gun clip, “Should I refire, sir?”

~~~

“ADAM!!” Merrick crawled quickly to Adam. “ADAM! Speak to me! ADAM!!”

Adam lies there, motionless. His eyes are closed, his mouth is ajar, while his sides are oozing blood.

“I told you to leave!” Merrick sobbed, “Why did you do this?!” His talk can barely be legible, clouded with intense emotion, “Why are you… Adam what did…” Adam remains unresponsive.

“A-Adam?” Merrick shoved his lover a little, “Adam… Adam, say something…” He put his hands onto Adam’s face, “Adam!” He put one hand onto Adam’s shoulder and shook, “ADAM!” Merrick’s stomach began to sink, as Adam shows no sign of life.

“ADAM! Wake up! Adam, NOOO!” He cried as he shook Adam harshly, while Adam’s head swayed limply as his arm flopped to the grass. “Adam! WAKE UP!! Hhh?!” Merrick gasped as he looked at his own hand, now suddenly drenched in crimson fluid. The merman shrieked a small cry as he jumbled back, suddenly realizing the small puddle of red on the grass, his knees now freshly coated in the deep red.

“Adam…?” Merrick huffed and sobbed as he deftly traced his fingertips on Adam’s cheek, flinching as he saw three thin lines of red where he touched him, “Ahhiiii… A-Ahh…” His mouth quivered and shook as the terrible truth began to spiral inside him.

“A-Adam…” Merrick whimpered as he put his clean hand under the brown hair, looking at those calm eyelids, “Adam… No, please, no…” Merrick croaked as tears flooded his eyes while he pressed his blood-covered hand against Adam’s limb palm. “Adam…” Merrick sobbed as he leaned in, pressing his forehead onto Adam’s. He huffed and panted as his insides tore him apart beneath his skin. His hand squeezes Adam’s as he wept profusely.

As he sat there, holding his lifeless mate in his arms, Merrick’s lungs began to grow. His cries eventually evolved into drawing breaths. His chest is beginning to hurt severely, his heart is straining in his ribs, his throat feels as though it’s turning into wood.

“Ghhh… Hahhhhh… Hagghhh…” His hands clenched tighter onto Adam’s body, feeling more hot liquid seep and roll along his forearm. Merrick hacked a few violent coughs as he tried to breathe.

His voice rose higher and higher as he could not seem to control himself. His stomach feels like it’s inflating, expanding with fiery needles, like a line of cold, black gunpowder as a spark of heat races around in an elaborate maze in every inch of Merrick’s body. His chest tightened and retracted, feeling as if he’s about to explode.

Merrick finally lost all control and let the overpowering combustion inside of him take over his mind, as his mouth opened and his head reared up.

“EEEEYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

An outbreak of a glass-breaking roar echoes throughout the land that lasted at least ten seconds. The air itself seems to quiver in terror as the trees ruffled without the slightest breeze present. Every animal within hearing distance immediately fell silent.

~~~

“No. Don’t refire.” Nigel said just as the sniper prepared his rifle, “I think we have his full attention now.”

The nearby guards looked at Nigel, half of them seriously questioning Nigel’s sanity.

~~~

Merrick’s soul burns with searing outrage. Every trace of his heart is replaced with overwhelming hated, unable to remember any sort of good in this world. His memories begin to crumble into shards inside his head as his skin tightened on every inch of his body.

No human is ever as safe as it’s supposed to look. They’re all ruthless, vicious, lying, killing cowards. They’re monsters! They have to die…

He’ll do it. Merrick will kill them. He’ll kill every single human alive. After taking away his only reason for living in this cursed world of evil primates, Merrick will hunt down and break every stinking human he can see! Every kind human who ever dared to-

“Nh…”

“HHH!!!” Merrick gasped as he looked down. His entire sense of balance and power has completely shifted. His whole body feels as if both made of lightning and ice. The scales of light and dark in his soul reach an equal impasse as he looks down on his blood-soaked love.

Adam’s eyes clenched hard as a pained grunt could be heard from him. His teeth clenched as he hand gradually tightened like a vice upon Merrick’s. The merman’s insides has transmuted from molasses of agonizing rage and loathing to quick-running mercury bilecik escort bayan of hope and disbelief.

“It hurts…” Adam whined out, “It hurts so much…” He grunts a his legs shifted, digging harshly into the ground, “I can’t see…” He said, despite his eyes being tightly closed, “Where… I can’t, please, help-“

“Hang on, Adam! Please hang on!” Merrick immediately took the upper part of Adam’s uniform off, and tore it apart into ragged strips. At some point in time, Merrick requested Yuri to teach him how to handle extreme emergencies such as this. Though he’s nowhere near a first aid kit, he can at least come up with a rough tourniquet with this cloth Adam has been forced to wear.

Merrick sniffled and sobbed as he placed thick folds of the uniform over both of Adam’s bullet wounds, and tied it harshly tight on Adam’s torso “UHHnhhhh” Adam grunted hoarsely as Merrick tied the bandage tight. If not to stop the bleeding, this will at least make it slow down.

“Where’s that, ghhh… Fucking Latolcus when we need her.” Merrick sobbed angrily. If Belinda was here, she could at least get a head start on healing Adam.

“What’s going on???” Adam whimpered as he writhed on the grass, “Merrick, where are you…”

“It’s ok, Adam” Merrick wept, “It’s going to be ok, please… Please be ok…”

~~~

The land-subs drove a little further, before Nigel dismounted his vehicle, and taking a few, deliberate steps, but keeping his distance, “There I was. Celebrating.” He began, “Food, music, dancing, and having a ball. I suppose you wouldn’t know about that, would ya?” He asked. Merrick turned his head, glaring at the figure through the bright lights, “And for the first time in I don’t know how long… I was feeling so alive. When I receive a Code Red Alert from my Agency… An unauthorized release of detainees. Well, you can imagine how perturbed I was. I had to shut down the party long before I could finish enjoying it.”

The merman seethed as he shook with fury, “Celebrating WHAT?!”

Nigel held his arms open, “I’m cured.” Merrick looked at him with disbelief.

“Cured of what?!”

“For the longest time, I have suffered a stigma that has been eating away in my insides. My life had been cut in half, but you.” Nigel chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, you miracle, you.”

“What are you talking about?!” Merrick demanded.

“Your tears Merrick.” Nigel answered, “I have been dangerously ill for many years, and my top scientist was able to replicate the make-up of your tears, and engineer a miraculous vaccine for me. A day and a half later, my body has never been healthier!” Nigel brought his hands to the air, “I AM CURED!!!” Merrick growled in anger, sorely tempted to kill every human here with his screech, were it not for his Adam cringing in his arms.

“My scientists were even able to make an ointment from your tears,” Nigel pointed the to side of his face where Merrick had slapped jellyfish tentacles onto him, “Healed up within a day.”

“You heartless demon!” Merrick yowled out, “Shameless bastard! How DARE you use my essence to heal yourself?!”

Nigel looked back down at the merman, holding his critically injured lover, “Regardless. I have more time to achieve my destiny.” Nigel held out his hand, standing a good 20 ft away from the two young men, showing the Merrick will have to come to him, “I request we start anew. Come and help me, Merrick. We can treat Adam right here and now if you agree to teach me everything about merfolk.” Merrick huffed deeply as hatred clawed at his heart. “If not… He will die in your arms in minutes.” He added coldly.

This man… He says they can heal Adam right away… It’s so tempting… But Nigel said he was cured, that he has more time to achieve whatever chaotic fantasy he has for himself… Nigel has a lot less to lose now, and yet he just made to forcefully to stop Merrick — the wound that is now hindering Adam so severely.

Adam groaned weakly in agony, slowly shaking his head as he winced badly. Merrick cried as he hunched over, rubbing his forehead against Adam.

“Adam…”

“Merrick… I’m scared…” Adam whimpered as he sobbed quietly.

“… I love you, Adam…”

“So,” Nigel called out, “I take it we have a deal?”

Merrick took several deep breaths, gathering his strength “… I am ending this…” He whispered as he kissed Adam’s forehead.

The merman stood up, and faced the harsh lights in front of them, glaring with hatred at the man who is consumed in cruelty, his own hands red with the blood of his one true love.

“No. Nigel, this has gone far enough!” Merrick proclaimed.

“Merrick.” Nigel said, “I may be in perfect health now,” His eyes narrowed through his glasses, “But I am not a patient man.”

“Listen very carefully before you try and capture me again, Human.” Merrick said, “You, are a ruthless, cold-blooded, deceitful man. You are a disgrace to your kind, reflected in every word you speak, in every move you make!”

Adam groaned as he turned himself over, and pushed his arms down onto the grass.

“You are a black-hearted beast who will only INFECT the sanctity of merfolk! No matter what the cost, I will NOT allow you to bring your vile presence into my world!”

“You really are making this more dramatic than this needs to be.” Nigel said.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

After some consideration of the comments I received for The Boy, I decided to rewrite the story in third person (so I can change perspectives), and take my time telling the story, changing a few things as well. This will probably be a long one, but I will try to write the next chapters as quickly as my two fingered typing will allow me. I hope you enjoy the reimagined story.

*

Callum O’Donnell, Cal to those who knew him, walked shirtless into the gray mist of morning and shivered against the chill in the air. He considered putting on a shirt, but it wouldn’t take long for him to put out the trash, so he crossed the yard in his slippers and sweatpants.

For a man of forty-seven, he was in excellent shape. His body was hard with muscle and well-toned beneath the even coat of black hair that covered his chest and wash board stomach from working out on a near daily basis. He managed to keep his waist slim, despite his penchant for junk food. His late partner, Mathew, insisted that Cal eat a balanced diet, but since his death three years prior, Cal ate whatever he wanted, which was the diet he subsisted on when in college. The only salad he ate came on his hamburgers.

Life after Mathew’s death was hard on Cal, in ways he never could have imagined. He withdrew from all but the most stubborn of his friends, stopped socializing, and didn’t give dating any consideration. He had already met his perfect mate, the only man who could believably tell him no. Sexually, Cal’s ass belonged to Mathew’s skillful love making, and he just couldn’t imagine another man would be able to fill Mathew’s side of the bed. In short, he had given up on finding love, now that his love was gone from this world.

In the alley, Cal opened the lid of his trash can and dropped the bag inside. Catching movement out the corner of his eye, he looked down the alley and saw the image of someone rooting through the contents of one of his neighbor’s cans. He recognized the person in question as a homeless teen he had seen in the alley on subsequent mornings. Same blue hoodie, different trash can.

The boy was a blonde, he remembered, but he hadn’t managed to get a good look at the kid’s face. The tell-tale sign that the boy was just a kid was the perfect bubble butt that was only found on teenaged boys, rising high from a slim waist. Today, however, that perfect butt that Cal was so envious of was barely visible beneath a pair of oversized jeans, cinch to the boy’s thin waist with a thick leather belt.

Cal found himself approaching the kid in the blue hoodie before he had made a conscious decision to do so. He was twice the size of the kid, and he was pretty sure he could take him if a fight ensued, but he was nervous nonetheless. What he knew about homeless people he could fit into a thimble. He had this preconceived notion they were all wild, like feral cats. Still, he was intrigued by this kid, curious about his story. He wondered where he slept, how he found food. Maybe he was digging in the trash can looking for something to eat. What kind of human being would he be if he just ignored that?

The kid turned, startled by Cal’s approaching footsteps, and Cal stopped dead in his tracks. The face looking back at him had a remarkable resemblance to Mathew’s, if Mathew had been a blue eyed blonde. Cal also noted the fading remnants of an ugly bruise marking the kid’s left eye. Something about seeing that someone had hit the kid pissed him off at once. He crossed his arms across his chest, against the chill of in the Spring air and to prevent him from pulling the boy into a protective hug.

“What are you doing?” Cal asked, feeling like an idiot as soon as he heard the words tumbling nervously out of his mouth.

“Nothing,” the kid answered. The invisible chip on his shoulder was evident in his voice.

“Then why are you rummaging through a garbage can?” Cal smiled, hoping to assure the boy that he wasn’t a threat. Given his state of dress, it was obvious Cal was unarmed.

The kid looked at the garbage can, then back at Cal. His face creased with what Cal thought was anger, but it looked more like embarrassment.

“If you’re hungry, I was about to fix some breakfast. You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

The kid looked down the alley way, then allowed his eyes to slide over Cal’s body.

“I’m not a threat,” Cal said reassuringly, “I just want to help, if I can.”

“Okay,” the boy answered hesitantly.

Cal turned and started back toward his back gate. He turned only once to see if the boy was following. He was, his hands stuffed so deep in the pockets of his hoodie that the material stretched. The boy caught up with him by the time they arrived at the gate, and Cal ushered him through, placing a hand on his lower back. The two of them crossed the yard together, bypassing the swimming pool and entered the house through sliding glass doors that opened on the dining room. Inside, Cal moved into the white and chrome kitchen with the boy on his tail.

“My bayburt escort names is Cal, by the way,” he told the boy, seating him at the breakfast nook before going to pour the boy glasses of orange juice and milk.

“Ant.” The boy replied.

“Ant?”

“It’s short for Anthony.”

“Oh, I see,” Cal set the glasses in front of Ant and started pulling bacon, sausage and eggs from the refrigerator. He normally didn’t make so much for breakfast, but he had a visitor he was pretty sure was hungrier than any guest he had ever had.

“How do you like your eggs?” Cal asked, placing the bacon on a baking sheet.

“Scrambled is fine.” Ant answered, taking a sip of his orange juice, then making a face at the bitterness.

“Is it okay?” Cal asked, concerned the orange juice had gone bad.

“It’s fine,” Ant promised him, “I’m just not a big fan of orange juice.”

“Neither was my boyfriend,” Cal laughed. “Personally, I can’t get enough of the stuff. It’s probably the only healthy thing I consume regularly.” He considered what he had offered Ant, then thought better of his choices. “There’s coffee in the pot. It might help take the chill out of your bones.”

Ant rose and started setting up a cup of coffee, taking the cream Cal handed him, then added enough sugar to put Cal into a diabetic coma. Oh, to be young again, Cal thought to himself.

“Am I right in thinking you’re homeless?” Cal asked as he dropped breakfast sausage links into a heated pan.

“Yeah,” Ant answered, sitting on a stool at the kitchen’s white marble topped island to watch Cal work, “My dad threw me out of the house when I turned eighteen.”

“Is that how you got that shiner?”

“No, my ex-boyfriend did that,” he shrugged, “He got pissed off when I refused to sell my ass on the strip for him.”

“That doesn’t sound like a boyfriend,” Cal remarked as he beat a bowl of eggs, “It’s probably a good think you stuck to your guns.”

“Yeah,” Ant laughed, “It’s not like I can’t take a punch. I got beat up all the time in high school.”

Cal cringed as the memories of his own high school experience flashed across his mind. He turned to the stove and rotated the sausages, then checked the bacon in the oven.

“So, are you still eighteen? You don’t even look that old.”

“How old do I look like?”

“You look like jailbait.” Cal smiled, “Maybe fifteen, but not a day older.”

“How old are you?” Ant asked fishing his wallet from his pocket.

“Oh, I’m old enough to know better, but still young enough to not care.”

Ant pushed his driver’s license across the island to Cal, who picked it up dubiously. How do I know this isn’t a fake ID, Anthony Esposito?” He asked, looking at Ant with comical doubt.

“It’s real!” Ant squealed with laughter, “I swear it is.”

“Well, I guess I’m just going to trust you,” Cal looked at the date of birth and reasoned that Ant was now nineteen. How quickly they grow, he thought to himself. He pushed the ID back to Ant, their fingers brushing.

Cal gave Ant a quick look up and down. He estimated the kid was about 5’8″ compared to his own 6’2″ frame. He was on the skinny side, but not unreasonably thin, just small boned. His blonde hair was curly, with bangs that fell into his big blue eyes. Cal found him attractive, but quickly decided it was just because there was something about the structure of his face that reminded him so much of Mathew.

“So, you’ve been homeless a year now?” Cal asked, curious about how a teenaged kid ends up on the streets.

“Yeah.”

“Why did your father kick you out?”

“Why do you think? He came home early one day and caught me fucking Jimmy Hawthorne. He managed to keep his cool about the whole thing, but that was the end of my living under his roof. My mother didn’t even try to stop him. She just told me to try to find my real father, so I got on a bus and came here.”

“So, you’re not originally from San Antonio?”

“No, I was raised in Houston, but my biological father is from here.”

“And did you find him?”

“Not yet, but I think I’m getting close.”

Cal scooped a generous portion of eggs onto a plate and handed it to Ant, motioning for him to help himself to the bacon and sausage while he dropped toast into the toaster. He loaded up his plate, collected the toast and joined Ant back at the breakfast nook.

“So, where is your boyfriend?” Ant asked, taking a big bite of eggs.

“He died three years ago,” Cal answered, feeling that familiar lump form in his throat. He pushed it down and took a bit off a sausage.

“Oh, I-” Ant started, then paused, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I took his death hard. Maybe even harder than I should have. I just can’t seem to get on with my life.”

“How did he die,” Ant asked, placing his hand on mine, “I mean, if you don’t mind talking about it.”

“Car wreck,” I choked out, washing away another lump in my escort bayburt throat with a big swig of my coffee.

Silence accompanied us as we finished our meal. I watched Ant eat and wondered when he had last eaten. I had never seen anyone wolf down food the way he did. It was like watching lions feed on a nature program.

There’s more, if you want it,” I suggested. A smile was quickly followed by him leaving to load up his plate with more bacon and sausage. Returning, he began inhaling the food like it might be the last meal he might see for a while. My heart broke for him as I wondered what more I could do for him. I couldn’t just send him back out to the wolves. I was also enjoying his company and wondered if he would consider staying the night. At least then I would know he got a good night’s sleep. He began to form a plan.

“How would you like a hot shower?” Cal asked when Ant finished his second plate of food.

“That would be great!” he exclaimed, “I haven’t had a hot shower in forever.”

“Good. I could find you something clean to wear for after and wash your clothes as well.”

“I guess they are getting a little ripe,” And agreed, sniffing his armpit.

“Okay, then, we have a plan. I’ll take care of the dishes while you shower.”

Cal stood and escorted Ant upstairs to his bedroom, then into the small passageway that connected his room to Mathew’s. The bathroom was accessible through the passage way. In the bathroom, Cal turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. Ant had already stripped off his hoodie and the t-shirt beneath and was working on unbuckling his belt when Cal turned from the shower.

For a lingering moment, Cal took in the lean, hairless torso of his guest. The boy’s skin was so smooth, so youthful, Cal felt the urge to touch him. He tried to remember what his body looked like at that age and was aware that he had already developed the makings of a man’s body. He already had hair on his chest when he was Ant’s age, and the makings of a defined chest and well-formed arms. Ant had the body of a much younger boy, the kind of body that had just shed its baby fat, on the verge of developing into a strong, confident young man.

“I’ll leave you to your shower,” he told the boy, trying not to watch as the oversized jeans fell to the boy’s ankles. At least he was wearing underwear, Cal thought to himself. He was aware of his stiffening cock, sure he was on the verge of molesting the kid right there on the spot if he did not leave quickly. There are travel sized toiletries in a basket under the sink that I keep on hand for visitors. Help yourself to them.”

After pulling the door closed, he lingered a moment, trying to cool his sudden rush of lust. He hadn’t been with a man since Mathew died, he reasoned, so he was beyond horny, but Ant seemed more like a boy to him than a man, and Cal wasn’t the sort of man who found twinks particularly attractive. He envied their youth, but that was about it. Cal found strong, virile looking me more to his liking. He was a happy little bottom, only topping when Mathew requested it. Mathew called it his seven month itch. Where Ant was concerned, Cal wanted to scratch an itch he didn’t normally want to scratch.

Rushing downstairs, as far away from Ant as he could place himself, he toiled over rinsing the dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher, then returned upstairs to find Ant something to wear. Looking in his closet, he realized his clothes would fit Ant like the oversized jeans he arrived in. He was big boned and heavily muscled, a Neanderthal, Mathew called him. Mathew, on the other hand, was leaner, a work of art in his musculature. Mathew’s clothes would be a better fit.

Humming absentmindedly as he worked, Cal became aware of how excited he was about having a houseguest, even though he had yet to convince the kid to stay the night. There was something about Ant’s open honestly and easy demeanor that Cal found refreshing. It wasn’t what he expected for a homeless youth. He found it easy to talk with Ant, and he wanted more than anything to protect the boy from the big bad world he was sure he would eventually lose him to. Not yet,” he told himself under his breath, “Right now I can help him, save him if I can.”

Cal walked down the short passageway between the two rooms and entered Mathew’s room. While they always shared a bed, the closets in the house were too small to accommodate the clothes and other belongings of both men, so they each chose a room for themselves. Mathew’s room was decorated with his fishing equipment and photos of nature he had taken on their travels. Cal’s room was a bevy of science fiction collectibles and framed movie posters.

In Mathew’s room, Cal opened the closet and began sorting through his late lover’s clothes, clothes, Cal intended on throwing out many times over the years, but he just couldn’t make himself do it. He had already lost so much of him. He couldn’t bear to lose anymore. Now he was considering bayburt escort bayan letting someone else wear them.

“Hello, Daddio?” Ant’s voice called out from the bathroom door.

“I’m in here,” He called back. He turned and watched as Ant entered the room, dressed only in a towel wrapped around his waist. He seemed a little older, but still quite young, with his hair neatly combed, the peach fuzz freshly shaven from his face. The boy no longer looked like the homeless wraith he found in the alley. “This was Mathew’s room. I thought his clothes might fit you better than mine would. Mathew was taller than you, but he had a slimmer build than I have.” He looked at the closet full of hanging clothes. “I meant to get rid of all of this a long time ago, but never got around to it. Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t.”

“There are socks and boxer shorts in here,” he continued, suddenly feeling very nervous as he approached the chest of drawers. He opened one of the drawers and found a cigar box that Mathew had pasted small photos of nude men he cut from old porn magazines. “I had forgotten about this.”

“Whoa, cool!” Ant exclaimed, giving the cigar box a good look over, examining how Mathew had carefully cut out the bodies of the nude men, then arranged them in a mosaic of lust. “It must have taken forever to put this together.”

“It was his masterpiece,” Cal laughed, delighted with Ant’s reaction, “He wasn’t a very artistically motivated man, but he swore this was a work of art.”

“So is that guy,” Ant said, pointing to one of the nude models, “Look at the size of that dick.”

“Anyway, you can help yourself to anything you want to wear.”

“Wouldn’t you rather lay out my clothes and dress me the way you want?” Ant asked, dropping his towel as he walked toward the closet.

Cal’s mouth dropped open as he caught sight of Ant’s smooth, round ass. His imagination of what the boy’s bubble butt might look like didn’t compare to what he was looking at. It wasn’t as large as he thought it was. It was actually a cute little muscular butt that seemed large compared to the boy’s tight little waist. He sank down to sit on the edge of the bed to try to disguise his quickly growing erection.

Ant turned toward him, revealing an average looking cock and a tight set of balls topped with a thin bush of dark brown pubes. Cal wondered how big the boy’s erection was, then tried to shake his lustful thoughts. You can’t do this, he told himself, He’s just a kid. Snapping out of his mental review of Ant’s body, he looked up at the boy’s smiling face.

“Like what you see, Daddy?” His voice seemed a little huskier than it had been before. Cal’s cock jumped in his sweat pants. “God knows I like what I’ve been looking at all morning.”

Ant approached him and sat next to him on the bed, his own cock started to lengthen and thicken as he sat next to him quietly. Ant placed a hand on Cal’s thigh, the fingers of his delicate hand brushing Cal’s erection. Looking into the boy’s eyes, he swallowed hard, then leaned in to kiss him, working entirely on instinct.

The kiss began gently, timid, no more than a brush of lips. Ant placed his hand on Cal’s hard, chest and snaked his thin fingers through the thick forest of hair, up to Cal’s neck and face. Cal crushed his lips against Ant’s losing himself in his lust, untapped for so long. He opened his mouth and Ant responded silently, welcoming Cal’s tongue with a soft brush of his own.

Cal pulled back and looked into Ant’s big blue eyes. He touched the fading bruise around the boy’s left eye and knew he would do anything for him. He pulled away and tossed the boy’s slim body onto the middle of the bed, then wrestled out of the sweatpants that now seemed so confining. Ant’s eyes widened at the sight of Cal’s thick eight-inch erection and smiled lasciviously up at him. Cal smiled at the sight of Ant’s seven inch hard-on.

Crawling across the mattress, he lay next to Ant’s naked body, examining it, touching the soft, smooth flesh with his fingertips before diving back into another deep, passionate kiss. Ant ran his hand across Cal’s hairy chest, his nimble fingers brushing against Cal’s nipples, causing them to stand with excitement. Breaking from their kiss, Ant turned on the bed, taking Cal’s cock into his mouth while presenting his firm young ass to Cal.

Cal sighed heavily at the feeling of Ant’s warm, wet mouth applying pressure to the top of his cock. The feeling of having his hard cock buried half into another man’s mouth was a pleasure he had nearly forgotten, and Ant seemed to know what he was doing for someone so young. Still, there was room for improving his skills. Cal smiled at the thought of teaching Ant how to suck dick with better precision.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” Ant asked, releasing Cal’s cock from his lips to pump it in his small hand.

Cal wasn’t sure about being called Daddy. He had never thought about himself as the daddy type, but quickly realized the difference in their ages made it make sense. He decided to go with it, not wanting to stop what was happening because he didn’t want to admit to himself that he was getting older. Maybe a father/son relationship was something he needed at this time of his life, and Ant would be the perfect choice to play the part of his son.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Disclaimer: all characters in this story are entirely fictitious. The events described never happened. Please do not read if you are under 18 or are offended by explicitly sexual material.

Andrew walked home from the party. No, he didn’t really walked, he stumbled and staggered, legs held as wide apart as he could, nursing an asshole that only a few hours earlier had been the virgin bud of a true stud, and was now gaping obscenely. Even as he walked he felt it throb and pulse… and he felt the warm liquid leaking down along his inner thighs – liquid that could only be Thomas’s cum. His mind kept going back to the party – a party to which he had been specially invited and to which, he now realized, he never should have gone.

Andrew had come to New York for college. At 18, the boy from Iowa had the sexual experience of a grown up, because apart from his sunny blond good looks and his tall, slender frame, he carried a secret weapon. He may have been almost a boy, but many men would have envied him his dick. At 11 wrist-thick inches, that dick had deflowered more girls than Andrew could remember. And, as often as not, as his reputation spread, many a married woman had gone to bed with him too. In New York, as soon as a few college girls slept with him, word of mouth spread… his size and prowess soon became almost legendary.

Little did Andrew know when he started dating Sara, that this was the beginning of an entirely new phase of his life. Little did he know that she would be the last girl he would fuck. Sara, rather inexperienced sexually, found Andrew impossible to resist. The stud fucked her to multiple orgasms, leaving her panting, trying to catch her breath. After a week, by which time Sara’s previously tight little pussy had become rather less tight, she decided to introduce him to her mother as her boyfriend. Bettina, Sara’s mother, almost had a spontaneous orgasm when she saw the boy. Tall and lean, and with a telling smirk on his face – she new instantly he was immensely hung. But what really drove her crazy was the idea she had upon seeing him. The boy was tall and masculine, true. And he had, beyond doubt, fucked her daughter many times. But he was also the perfect guy for a fantasy she had long had. That fantasy was to see a true hung stud fucked by an even bigger man. And Andrew, despite his obvious experience, had an air of freshness and innocence that drove her crazy with lust.

Later that night, she called Thomas, an old and intimate friend. She did not know how hung Andrew was and she definitely wanted to see him fucked by a bigger dick. But she was sure she was not taking much of a chance with Thomas. The 35 year old Jamaican had an uncut monstrosity in his pants that was well beyond the foot-long mark – at 13.5” it was the biggest dick Bettina had seen (and felt) in her entire, considerable, experience. Blessedly, Thomas was bisexual, so batman escort her plan might just work. When he agreed to her idea, all that was left was to organize the party.

And so, some days after his visit to Sara’s house, Andrew was invited to attend a party at Bettina’s house. Sara could not come that day – he would be going without her.

As he entered the apartment, and was greeted by Bettina, Andrew had no idea what was about to happen. He had come with the sure cocky walk of a man. He would leave very much changed. Bettina introduced him to some guests and when he met Thomas and the black man grasped his hand and held his eye, Andrew had a fleeting feeling of panic. Some time later, after a few drinks, he began to notice the attention of a pretty woman who kept looking at him from across the room. He approached her and struck a conversation. A few minutes later, they slipped from the sitting room and headed for a bedroom. Right on his cue, Thomas followed them, unobserved.

Andrew had finished undressing himself and his partner and was lying on top of her in bed, when he suddenly felt her tense and look at something behind him. Looking back, Andrew was shocked to see Thomas, completely naked, stroking an impossibly huge black erection that reached far above his belly button.

“Hey man,” Andrew said, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Try to guess,” answered Thomas and climbed on the bed.

Andrew’s first thought was that Thomas wanted a piece of the action and that he was about to take part in a threesome. It was to be a threesome but of a different kind. Unexpectedly for him, Thomas seized his waist and pulled him up on all fours, suddenly, alarmingly bringing his burning huge cock in contact with Andrew’s thigh.

“What the fuck are you doing man?!” screamed Andrew.

“Just what you said – fuck” smiled Thomas and slid his cock between Andrew’s thighs.

Instinctively, involuntarily, Andrew squeezed his thighs together. He was shocked at the girth of the cock between his legs – it felt as thick as an arm. Just then the woman got up from the bed and left the room, to be replaced by a naked Bettina who suddenly appeared from behind.

“Are you ready, my boy,” she said patronizingly.

“Ready for what, bitch?” screamed Andrew who was now fully sober and shaking.

“Who are you calling a bitch, slut,” shouted Bettina and slapped him across the face. “Look who is about to be fucked by the biggest cock in Manhattan!”

With that, she stretched on the bed, placing her head right under Andrew’s ass. The view was breathtaking. The young stud’s slender long legs were framing Thomas’s black phallus – she could not wait for the action to begin.

Andrew struggled to get free but Thomas held him in a firm grip.

“No stop!” screamed Andrew.

“He won’t stop escort batman till you are full of his cum,” Bettina hissed, “Are you feeling like a frightened virgin right now? You should be – try to remember well this moment – the last moment of you as a stud. When you get up from this bed, my boy, you will have taken more cock in your ass than many women take in a year.”

Thomas pulled his cock from between Andrew’s thighs and placed it at the opening of Andrew ass. The tiny asshole twitched in agonized anticipation.

“No, pl…” Andrew started to say…

And Thomas plunged. He had lubed his cock well – Andrew’s resistance collapsed in less than a few seconds. The black man’s huge hands completely encircled Andrew’s waist. Thomas pulled him onto his erection and thrust his hips forward at the same time. The destruction of Andrew’s virginity happened in less than a second. The huge cockhead pried Andrew’s ass open and slipped inside. Bettina could barely believe her eyes. Almost in slow motion, she saw Andrew trying to clench his ass shut. She saw the huge black monolith begin to overcome the resistance as the tiny bud of Andrew’s hole expanded, climbing up on the invading cockhead. Suddenly, the entire huge cockhead slipped into Andrew’s ass. And then, unexpectedly, even for her, Thomas plunged and buried his entire inhuman cock in Andrew’s deflowered asshole. At the same instant, Bettina experienced an earth-shattering spontaneous orgasm. Her fantasy had come true. The young stud was completely impaled on a monstrous cock.

Andrew screamed and flailed on the bed. His mind lost coherence for a while … the impossibly huge invasion was splitting him apart… had split him apart.

“It is done, honey,” Bettina cooed, out of breath herself. “You are not a virgin anymore… Look at you – the big stud huh! Well, I’ve got news for you – you have an even bigger stud between your legs now… You’re a common slut now… The only thing missing is pumping you full of cum and that won’t be missing much longer. Now spread your legs wider for the real man behind you – give him a better access.”

Andrew could hardly hear her. The pain was impossible and he kept screaming and gasping. He fell on his face and let the man thrash away at him. And then something unexpected happened. The pain gradually receded, to be replaced by a feeling of passion and satisfaction he had never known. Gradually, imperceptibly, his moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure. His conscious mind seemed separated from the experience, observing the raw animal take over. Bettina noticed it first.

“The slut is getting had, Thomas. He likes getting it in the ass!”

Andrew barely registered her talk. What mattered now was that thing battering his insides, stretching and loosening his formerly tight asshole. He did spread his legs as far apart as they would go. batman escort bayan And then he used his elbows as leverage to begin meeting the stud’s thrusts. Andrew began pushing onto the invading cock, fucking himself on it, ruining his own ass beyond recognition. His own erection was painfully, impossibly huge and with each thrust of the black cock in his ass he moaned and screamed, in utter abandon.

Thomas was almost out of his mind with lust. He felt Andrew’s surrender and somewhere in the back of his mind he felt sorry for the boy. He knew the road he was carving in Andrew’s ass now. He knew that within months the boy would be the most insatiable bottom in Manhattan. Hundreds and hundreds of cocks will follow him down this hole. He was creating a slut – Andrew had gotten used to his huge cock much faster than he had expected. And few smaller cocks will be able to satiate the boy in the future. But he was the first in that butt and he savored the knowledge of Andrew’s cum-filled future as he moved closer and closer to giving the boy his first ever load of male cum. From his vantage point above he witnessed the ruination of the tight ass. The boy was pushing on his huge cock with complete disregard for pain. Even now his ass was beginning to feel looser. Thomas was almost there.

Andrew felt the change in the cock movements. He felt Thomas thrust deeper and hold his cock fully embedded in his ass for longer. He felt a strange sensation at the entrance of his asshole and reached back to explore. With a shock he realized that the stud was rubbing, no grinding his enormous balls at the entrance of his ass. That thought, the realization that the impossibly huge cock he had seen minutes earlier was entirely buried in his ass caused a meltdown. Andrew howled and thrust back as far as he could, holding the ass-splitting cock fully embedded in him. And then he came violently – cum splattered on the wall and the headboard of the bed in front of him.

The boy’s screams and his sudden orgasm pushed Thomas over the top. He grabbed Andrew’s shoulders and thrust forward as far as he would go and his cock exploded in the former stud’s ass. Andrew felt the huge cock expand and throb and he knew that with each throaty moan Thomas was pumping his ass full of cum. Bettina saw the men climax and the sight caused her another orgasm of her own. She could see the outline of Thomas’s cock along Andrew’s belly – she could see just how deeply Thomas was filling Andrew’s ass.

Before the evening was over, Thomas fucked Andrew two more times and by the end the boy could barely stand on his feet. His virginity was gone and, by the time Thomas was drilling him for the third time, the last vestiges of being a stud left Andrew. Fittingly, Bettina refused to give him his boxers back when he was getting ready to leave.

“I am keeping these as a trophy,” she said. “These were the last boxers you ever wore as a real man. When you wore them, you had a tight ass. It is only fitting that you will never wear these boxers again. It is only fitting to go home without underwear on the night you became a slut.”

To be continued…. Please send thoughts or comments to the link below.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This is a fictional story involving a fantasy, which needs to be shared with others. I love the idea of exciting people with words and erotic thoughts. If you feel the need to touch yourself while reading this, please do and enjoy it. Know that my thoughts are with you when you release. If you feel like communicating with me, please do, please share your own fantasies with me.

~

Earlier in the year, my wife and I separated and I moved back east to start over again. One of the things I had wanted to do for so many years is get back in touch with my old friends. I arrived in my hometown, got a good paying job, bought my house and reestablished old acquaintances.

One night, while out at a club with some friends, I ran into a person I had not seen since junior high. Marshall and I had been friends from the third grade up thru the eighth, and after a brief experimentation with him, we avoided each other and had never spoke another word.

I had just ordered a drink at the bar and turned to my right to catch a glimpse of a gorgeous woman walking passed me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Marshall. At first, I did not recognize him, and just passed it off as someone I thought I knew. I got my drink and headed back to the table. All of the sudden I heard “William?”

I turned and finally figured it out, “Marshall!” We shook hands and stood speechless for a few seconds. I broke the silence first.

“It’s been . . . what, seventeen years?”

“I don’t know how long it’s been, all I know is I can’t believe this!” He said.

We both laughed, and I invited him to join my friends and me at our table. He quickly agreed and we made our way to the group. I introduced Marshall to my work friends, and sitting in the corner of our two tables, Marshall and I quickly began catching each other up on our lives. Within twenty or thirty minutes of me ignoring everyone else at the table, they all began to check out, chiding me for ignoring them.

Marshall and I stayed at the bar until closing; we didn’t do as much drinking as we did talking and laughing about the old times. When all the lights were turned up, we decided to head to a nearby restaurant to have some coffee and continue catching up.

“It’s wild,” he said, after we sat at the table. “A few years ago, I heard that you were married, and living out west.”

“I was married and living out west. The problem, was that my wife was living out west with me; but she wasn’t married . . . at least you wouldn’t think.”

I told him of my failed marriage, and that my ex-wife had been sleeping around. I admitted that I had not been the most attentive husband; and that I needed the slap in the face of a busted marriage to grow up. “I figure being back home and living alone would help me to figure out who I am; and help me change what needs to change.” I added. Marshall and I continued talking in the restaurant until the morning sun began to crest on the horizon. It was Saturday morning, and neither of us had to work.

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” I asked.

“No plans but sleeping the day away, since I’ve been up about twenty-four hours now,” was his reply.

“Well, my house is only about two miles away from here. If you want, you could crash there. I have an extra room set up for visitors.” I offered, “You’ll have your own shower and it will give us a chance to continue this.”

“Hmmm, sounds like a plan.” Then, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do this weekend. We could get some beer, and steaks to cook on the gill. I’ve got a pool table, and lots of excellent music.”

With that, we left the place and he followed me to my house. Once inside, I showed him his room and the bathroom. I got some clothes for him to wear, as we are pretty much the same size, I left him, and heard the shower turn on within seconds of shutting his door.

I headed to my room, took a shower myself and was soundly a sleep within minutes of my head hitting my pillow.

At about 3:00, I was slightly startled by a movement on my bed. I opened my eyes to find Marshall sitting on the side of the bed with two cups of steaming, hot coffee in his hands. I also noticed that he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of MY boxer briefs.

“I hope you don’t mind me wearing your underwear, but I didn’t want to put my own back on,” he said boldly.

I replied, “Are the clean?” We both laughed as I took a cup of coffee from his hand.

Marshall left the room as I got up and got dressed. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to find him facing away from me at the stove. ardahan escort He was cooking something, and the whole house smelled of onions and other good things.

I could not help but stand at the doorway and watch him as he prepared the food. Marshall and I are the same age, 32, he stands about six feet; his brown hair is cut medium-short, and sports a serious tan. Like me, Marshall is in decent shape; but neither of us are gym rats. His long legs are covered dark hair, and he looked positively sexy wearing my boxer briefs and t-shirt. This is where I break from the story, to tell you about me, and the story of Marshall and I, and what happened between us some seventeen years ago.

I am a normal man, brown hair, medium build with sparse body hair and, well . . . just a normal person. I am not gay, and the idea of being bisexual is not new to my thoughts, but I have never really been worried about what my sexual orientation was. I guess, if I were presented the opportunity to have sex with a man, I would probably act on it. However, that opportunity had never presented its self, and like I said, was not too worried about it.

We had been fifteen years old, and were spending the night together, as we did so often. While we were in our sleeping bags, we began talking about the girls we knew, and our stories (or lies) about our sexual activities with those girls.

Mostly, we were getting horny and trying to torment each other. Well, one thing led to another and we soon found ourselves outside our sleeping bags, naked and stroking each other.

At one point, my mouth ended up on his erection and we eventually found ourselves in a sixty-nine. We reached orgasm, only to squirt onto each other; we cleaned up, got back into our bags, and went to sleep.

After that night, we never spoke again. It was sad, but at that age, and the taboo surrounding gay sex, I know I was feeling very regretful and guilty about what we had done. I could only guess that Marshall had the same feelings.

However, standing at the door and gazing upon my friend’s body years later, I found that I had no regrets at all, about what we experienced. I just did not know if we would ever take that chance again, but I was beginning to understand that I wanted to!

“Are you staring at me?” Marshall asked, and I was shaken from my thoughts to find him leaning against the counter, arms folded and a great big grin on his face. I think I blushed for a second or seven.

“Ummm, well . . . I was just thinking that I was glad we ran into each other last night, and that I’m glad we have a chance to regain our friendship.” I weakly replied, and then, “So . . . yeah, I guess I was.”

“That’s okay I kind of stared at you from your bedroom door while you were sleeping.”

We caught each other’s stare and held it for a few uncomfortable seconds before I spoke, “I’m really hungry.”

His reply had us both snickering “Then you’d better fix yourself something to eat, I’m almost done with my breakfast.” He turned around and went back to cooking.

I grabbed a nearby towel, “oh really?” I asked.

“Yeah really,” he said.

I smacked his ass with the towel, and then we had a towel war for a few seconds.

We ate a fantastic brunch, lunch thingy. I don’t know what it was since it was so late. After eating, we went to the store for some steaks and the fixings for dinner. We bought some beer and a bottle of expensive Scotch. We stopped for a movie and then went back to my house.

I couldn’t believe how quickly we rekindled our friendship. Neither of us could stop talking about things that have happened in our life, good and bad. We went from serious, to joking, to seriously joking all the time. We were really enjoying the afternoon and evening.

Around 8:30 or so, I fired up the grill for the steaks, and sat down at the bar just inside the walkout basement of my house. We had a football game on at the bar.

Marshall was playing bartender and poured me a neat Scotch, he excused himself for the restroom and I sat there watching the game, sipping on my drink. I heard him reenter the room from the restroom, and was completely shocked when he stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck.

“I’m really glad that I’m here,” he said into my ear. His mouth was so close that I could feel his breath on my skin.

Instinctively, my hand lightly grasped his arm, “I am too, Marshall, we lost so much time for something so insignificant. I’m happy I found you last night.”

He stayed behind me, upper body pressed against my back and arms wrapped around ardahan escort bayan my neck. His head was against mine, and I didn’t mind at all. In fact, our closeness was making me flush, and I found myself wishing he would never let go. Then we smelled the steaks burning.

I jumped up, laughing, and went out to the grill. Marshall followed, and poured beer over the steaks as I turned them. We were silently staring at the steaks, and I spoke.

“What happened between us all those years ago, Marshall?”

“We had fifteen year old sex, and couldn’t handle it.” He said.

“What is happening between us now?”

“I don’t know, but I think I like it,” he replied.

I put the spatula onto the sideboard, looked at my friend and said, “no matter what happens we can’t stop our friendship this time.”

Marshall stepped closer to me, slid his arms around my neck and kissed me gently on the lips. “I want to be friends, and more for a long, long time.” His lips joined mine again, and this time, I kissed him back. My hands grasped his hips, my mouth parted I began kissing him as if we had been lovers forever.

We stood on the patio for a long time, kissing and whispering to each other. My hands wandered over his back and to the top of his ass. His fingers sliding in my hair, at times he brushed his fingers over my eyes, and my cheeks. Our bodies pressed together, our groins grinding, and our breathing getting more excited by the second.

He was the first to break our embrace, “I’m really hungry.” He said.

“I am too,” and with that, I stepped back into him. This time, my arms were around his shoulders, my hands on the back of his neck. I was kissing his cheeks, his eyes, and his forehead. He almost silently groaned with each touch of my lips on his face.

Marshall began giggling, “You’re really going to burn the steaks if you don’t stop.”

I released him and went back to the grill. The steaks were just slightly charred, but overall they were just fine. I took them off the grill, put them on plates and we went back into the house.

We sat mostly in silence, enjoying our food and stealing glances at each other. Every once in a while, one of us would reach out to touch the other’s hand, or tickle each other’s arm. We flirted a lot during dinner by eye contact and smiles. I guess we did not have to say anything. We both knew where we were headed, and both of us were more than okay with it.

After dinner, we cleaned up and went into the kitchen to do the dishes. I have to say, that was quite the chore! We stood side by side at the sink, our hands in the water, our lips together more often than not. During the entire time at the sink, I was more erect than I can ever imagine! I just knew that I was leaking and that my underwear was wet.

We finished the dishes in about 45 minutes, and went into the living room to watch a movie we had rented. Marshall put the DVD in the player, while I got us both a glass of wine.

When I returned, he was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and smiling so sweetly at me. I sat next to him and handed his glass to him. As we watched the movie and talked about what was going on, we held hands and drank our wine.

I felt like I had been with Marshall for years, I felt natural and that we were experiencing a comfortable moment in a life long relationship. It seemed as though every few minutes, one of us was stealing a kiss from the other. However, about half way through the movie, the kisses became longer and more passionate.

After one particularly hot kiss, I took Marshall’s glass from him, sat it on the table along with mine and really attacked him. I turned on the couch and swung my left leg over him to sit facing him in his lap. My arms were once again, around his neck and my lips were on his. Our tongues danced, we moaned into the other’s mouth, and we both had difficulty breathing.

I felt Marshall’s hands all over my back and my ass as he grinded his crotch up into mine, I couldn’t help myself any longer. I moved my body back toward his knees to put some distance between us, and I reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

As I reached into his pants and then into my boxer briefs that he was wearing, I looked into his eyes. “I am so happy to be doing this with you,” I said. His response was so sweet, “And I can’t believe that you’re finally doing this with me, in person and not just in my fantasies!”

I was so touched by his words, and as my fingers wrapped around his growing erection, I leaned in for yet another soft kiss from him. We broke our escort ardahan kiss, and his head went back to the couch as I fondled his manhood. I reveled in the softness of his skin, and the slipperiness of his pre come as my thumb slid repeatedly across the head of his penis.

We both knew we were past the point of return, and as I stood, Marshall followed me. We walked hand in hand to my bedroom. Once passed the door to the room, we were facing each other and taking turns removing the other’s clothing. Finally, we were naked, hard and standing there for the other to gaze upon.

Marshall was fully erect, and the head of his penis was even with his belly button. His shaft is thick and smooth, the head of his penis is wonderfully shaped, and I would say very large and he is cut. His balls are normal in size, and hang low from his body. He has a dense patch of pubic hair and I just loved everything I saw!

My penis is as long as his is, and cut, but not as thick. I leak a lot, so I was visibly wet while standing there for his inspection. I also have a lot of pubic hair, and my balls had drawn up close to my body, as I was cold in the air-conditioned room.

Marshall spoke to me very quietly as he reached for my waist to draw me near, “I can’t wait to feel your naked body against me.”

My only reply was to step closer and press my body to his as we began kissing. I loved his tongue in my mouth, as I felt his penis slide next to mine, and his pre come spreading across my belly I felt as though I never wanted his closeness to end. It felt so right to be in his arms, to give in to our passion for each other.

We were soon sprawled across the bed, our arms and legs tangled together, our body fluids mixing, our moans filling the quiet night air. Marshall laid on his back, and I on top of him. My legs were spread and our erections sliding together, grinding against each other with wanton desire.

I began kissing Marshall’s neck, licking my way over his shoulders and down to his nipples. My tongue circled his large nipple before I sucked it into my mouth. His hands were alternating between the back of my head, my shoulders and under my chest to pinch and pull on my nipples.

I continued kissing down the front of his body, and dipping my tongue into his navel elicited a coo from my lover and a smile from me. The tip of his penis was under my chin, and it seemed almost natural to dip my tongue into its slit, as I grasped his shaft, and lifted the head to my mouth.

I circled the head of his cock with my tongue, my saliva and his pre come coating his skin. I enjoyed the taste of that clear fluid very much, as my mouth opened and I slid him inside. Closing my lips and still circling his penis with my wet tongue caused his hips to slowly thrust upward, pushing himself into my mouth further.

His balls were in my left hand as my right hand stroked his shaft with every movement of my mouth. When I made my way up to suck on the head of his erection, I glanced into his eyes to find him watching me. He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair as I slid back down onto his shaft.

Within minutes, my lover was releasing himself into my mouth. I had never, until that moment, tasted another man’s orgasm, but I knew instantly that I would take as much of Marshall’s love as I could, and wherever I could.

We lay there, hand in hand for a long while. We chatted about everything, as we lie naked together. We had both gone flaccid, and it never donned on me to feel self-conscious in my nakedness. The only thing I felt was complete comfort and relaxation beside him.

When Marshall regained some strength, he released my hand and began to fondle my soft penis. His fingers played with the fluid that had leaked from me in my excitement, and within seconds I was hard again.

Marshall propped his body on his elbow, and took my erection into his mouth. He lifted his head a few times to drool his saliva onto my cock, and used his hand to smoothly cover my shaft with his spit.

“I’ve fantasized about doing this for years. I want to masturbate you first; we’ll explore other things later, if that is okay with you?”

“How could it not be okay?” I said, “That’s how we started, and if that’s what you want to do, I love it already.”

His mouth found its way to mine once again, and with his tongue dancing with mine, he proceeded to stroke me. Marshall kissed my lips, my neck and my nipples as he gave me the most incredibly seductive hand job. It didn’t take long at all for me to explode onto my stomach. After my orgasm, Marshall used his mouth to clean me, and we finished with another kiss.

We fell asleep under the covers. All night, we slept in various positions, but each position involved touching each other. In the morning, we awoke and made love, but that story will appear shortly. Suffice it to say, Marshall and I are falling in love, and are beginning another chapter in life together.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

From cock to cock I went, sucking each but not taking it down my throat. The other two cocks were above average in length but not as thick as Jack’s. So when Jim began to feel he was going to shoot his load, he pulled my head down onto his cock and it slipped down my throat as I gagged and panicked. Jack said, “Don’t breath, just let it go; he’ll cum right down your throat, boy. Take it, yeah, that’s it!”

I had begun to jerk off as Jim first entered my mouth, so as he shot his load down my throat I gagged and shot my own load. When finished he slowly pulled his cock out until it still rested on my face; his hand still gripped my hair, so he began to smear his cock over my face and my tongue lapped whatever it could reach.

“Enough, already, man,” Mark said as he pulled me closer and jammed his cock in my mouth. “Take this cock, you cock-whore. Yeah, baby, suck it good.”

I began to realize I loved being man-handled and ordered about, and the idea of having a cock in my mouth all the time flashed through my mind. My cock-still as hard as steel-had me stroking it almost immediately. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and ordered me to suck his balls; I did, and he stroked his cock, his hand bouncing off my forehead. “Oh, my God,” he moaned as he jammed his cock back into my mouth and straight down my throat as he shot load after load.

Jack came back from the other side of his desk, put his hand under my chin and said, “Stand, boy, and now lean over the desk.” I followed his orders. I bartın escort had never had a cock up my ass, but I had played with myself, using smooth oblong objects which I lubed and inserted in my ass as I jacked-off.

Three hands fondled my legs and ass; one found its way into the crack of my ass and I felt a moist pressure on my rectum. A finger slipped in and I almost shot a load; then another finger joined him, and the pressure I felt took the wind out of me. Another hand pulled my cock and balls back up through my legs, then the fingers were pulled out and I felt someone’s mouth licking and sucking at my sphincter. The sensation was beyond anything I had ever felt and my cock exploded in the hands holding it. I heard a mixture of pleasing moaning-pleasure and giggling as the tongue entered my asshole and the face was jammed against my body. I could feel another hand scoop up the cum from my cock and it was presented to my mouth, and I licked the hand clean of cum. My mouth ached for more cock, more cum, and my asshole became the center of my universe; it spasm-ed and opened to accommodate more than just tongue, lusting after cock, my whole body was aflame with a youthful power and all-consuming lust.

Someone ate my ass for what seemed forever, and each moment brought pleasure as I never felt before. Unlike all my past experiences, I felt I could cum again and again-still rock hard and eager for the next step; and finally it came. A smearing cool sensation enveloped bartın escort bayan my entire ass crack, a finger then two entered my asshole and brought the cool sensation with it. What felt like Jack’s cock was resting in the crack of my ass, at first; then, the head began to slide up and down the slippery crack until it rested against my asshole. Jack leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Baby, this is goin’ hurt for just a moment or two; I’m goin’ take it real easy until you adjust, so don’t panic. Trust me.”

As Jack pressed his head against my asshole, Mark and Jim held my arms and shoulders. It pressed in and the pain shot through me like a knife; I tried to resist but they held me fast. “Just wait, baby, it’ll be all right,” Jack whispered in my ear.

And he was right. The pain slowly ebbed; I felt like I was going to shit. The other two let go of the hold they had on me and Jim moved in between me and the desk and slowly filled my mouth with cock, and the pain was gone and Jack slowly pushed in further, and then back out as Jim’s cock rose to full erection in my mouth and found its way down my throat. Mark stood next to me and found my cock and was slowly wanking it as I became more and more erect. Jack began fucking me in earnest and the others watched and tried to match his rhythm. Like firefly to lightening, my old sexual experiences to this amazing multiple experience-I choked on Jim’s cock as it fucked my mouth and my own cock felt like it escort bartın was truly, literally going to explode, and my asshole was the center of the universe. I wanted this moment in time to last forever. My asshole and my mouth were both gaping maws that wanted to be filled with cock, day and night, night and day. Jack pounded me as Jim stuffed my gullet; I imagined a pig, apple in mouth and stuffing of some sort up his ass, on the spit. I thought, a far-away blink of consciousness, that I could remain like this forever.

Jim emptied his balls down my throat as Jack suddenly moaned and groaned as if he were dying-thirty seconds or so later, he emptied his balls in my ass, and I -with Jim pulling out of my mouth, and Jack leaning against me, breathing heavily and noisily in my ear-shot another load. I truly saw stars and fireworks. I assumed we were finished, but Jack pulled out of me and his hand wiped my ass crack and a second later another cock immediately rubbed against my hole, and it must have opened as Mark’s smaller cock easily entered me. The pain was brief as he quickly pounded away at my ass. Amazingly, my own member, having just unloaded on the desk, jumped in response. Jack’s hand came to my mouth and he said, “This my cum from your ass and your ass juices, lick my hand clean, cum-slut.” My eyes were closed as fireworks danced across my eyelids, so I obeyed immediately, eagerly licking the pungent moisture from his hand as he inserted his fingers for me to suck clean. My mind knew what was before me, but it just made me hornier and lustful for more cock, more cum, more ass juice, whatever. It was right then I became aware of what they knew already, that I was a pig that would do anything for lust.

Do email me your thoughts; help me keep it up to write more. Thanks to all who commented.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32