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When I left school at the age of 18 I was very skinny ; 5 foot nine inches and weighed about 8 stone (not quite the 98 lb weakling of the advertisements but not far off!) When I went to university I decided to go to a gym to put on some weight. There weren’t too many around in the late 1960s, but I found a funny old place in Upper Queen Street. We’ll call it ‘The Warrior Gym’ (the real name was similar to that.)

There was a small gym in the basement ; fairly basic but with all I needed. The next floor was office, bathroom and sauna, the top floor was the ‘TV lounge’, a bare room with mattresses on the floor and a TV. The guy who ran it was called Jim; he was an ex-boxer. He had an helper whose name I can’t remember. In the morning the gym was reserved for women, but I had most of the afternoon free (a late lecture at 5 pm meant I had to stay in town anyway). So I could spend quite a lot of time there. I don’t know how many women, if any, used it in the mornings.

Most of the clients were jockeys using the sauna to lose weight, or middle-aged men who went upstairs to the ‘TV room’. I was very innocent in those days. The only other frequent user of the gym room was a young maori guy who was training for boxing. But I didn’t see him too often.

Once I got used to the weight training I started to broaden out a bit (though I always had a light frame) and put on some muscle. One day Jim came down while I was doing my workout, looked at me and ran his fingers lightly down the front of my belly then he remarked ‘Your abs are starting to show and they’re looking good.” The touch of his fingers had rather interesting results and from that day on I looked at him a bit differently. I decided early on that I wanted to develop really good abs. Jim, with his boxing background, recommended that I use weights with my abs exercises, so I started to do that as they got stronger. Soon I was spending an hour a day or more on my abs, and going to the gym five days per week, so they got plenty of exercise.

For my abs routine, I would first warm up with sit-ups; about 100 reps, then move on to sit-ups with weights on an inclined bench, side bends with weights, trunk twists with resistance, rope pull-downs with heavy weight, leg raises on a bench wearing ‘iron boots’, then various hanging leg raises with the boots. After that, usually Jim would come downstairs and punch my stomach for a quarter hour or so, or walk on it while I lay on the floor on my back. This really toughens the muscles up! As my abs got stronger I piled on the weights.

My particular favourites were the hanging leg raises. I would hang from an overhead bar, wearing iron boots with up to 40 pounds on each foot (once I got strong and tough). The act of hanging in that position tended to stretch my shoulder girdle, rib cage, back and legs, with good effects on my overall shape and posture. In addition, like stretching a rubber band, my waist tended to shrink as a result of being pulled longer, so I became more wasp-waisted, which helped counteract the bulking-up of my various abdominal muscles. I would then sloooowly raise my knees to my chest using my gut muscles.

Various variations coupled with twisting to the sides ensured that all of my abs ankara escort got an extremely severe workout. The strain of hoisting 80 pounds of iron skywards using your abdominal muscles is considerable; I would groan while I did it, but I got an enormous ‘high’ from doing so, why not try it and see (if you’re young and fit)! I would do several sets of about twenty reps of those various leg raises – an extremely tough workout. The only other person whom I know who had a similar workout was a woman – but that’s another story.

The little gym was kept pretty warm, I had it to myself usually, and I didn’t want to be hauling gym clothes around with me, so my usual attire, once I started to look OK, was a pair of bri-nylon briefs (remember them? the ancestors of lycra), which left little to the imagination and clung rather snugly. They were rather aptly called ‘Vigor-8’s’. I wasn’t too worried about being seen nearly nude; several years at boarding school disposed of any inhibitions about nudity.

Now abdominal exercises, once your abs muscles start to develop and harden up, massage the internal organs underneath them pretty well as they flex and contract. I soon found that all of the time that I was working out my abs I had an erection. The thin briefs stimulated my sexual organs even more. The strain of working my abs against heavy weights caused my erections to grow ever harder and larger. When you’re young and virile, running a strong erection for an hour or more every day has interesting effects; your cock starts to get bigger, due to being engorged with blood for so long on a regular basis. (Alas, once the ‘treatment’ is stopped the effects eventually fade, but they lasted for a number of years.) In particular, the various extreme hanging leg raises would find my penis jutting out to the point where the briefs had trouble restraining it; on occasion it would ‘escape from custody’. Rather difficult to deal with when you’re hanging from an overhead bar with heavy weights strapped to your feet!

Oddly enough, both Jim, his helper and some of the ‘TV watchers’ from upstairs started to take an interest in all of this. I often received offers to help me relieve my hard-on. Being young and innocent I politely declined them. I must say I was looking pretty good by this time; with a fairly ordinary face, but with a slim, tapered frame, very well defined muscles and virtually no body fat, and excellent chiselled abs. They had a small sun-tanning cubicle downstairs (unusual for those days) and so I worked on my overall tan. Despite being in the middle of the city, there was a small steep area of rough lawn outside the gym and well screened by trees and shrubs. So when the weather was right and I had some time to spare I would sunbathe out there, naked of course. So a nice overall tan soon evolved. Sigh; I don’t look like that now!

Jim gave quite a good massage for a small fee, and I used to get massaged once or twice per week, either by him or his off-sider. The assistant (let’s call him Joe) wasn’t too bad either, but rather inclined to ask me whether I wanted my ‘centre-piece’ massaged; I always declined the offer, being rather shy still.

One day while Jim was massaging escort ankara my stomach he remarked “I reckon if I give you a really hard massage here we can increase the separation of your abs.” “OK, give it a try” said I.. So he forced his fingers deep into the valleys between the different blocks of my stomach muscles. He had very strong hands. This was really quite painful at first, until I got used to it but, hey, I was accustomed to him trampling on my stomach and punching me in the gut! Certainly it helped to force the muscle blocks apart and my abs showed more serration and got more deeply chiselled. It was quite an intimate business, really.

I was always nude during my massage, with just a towel draped over my middle. During my stomach massage I often got an erection, which was always quite obvious to the masseur. One day Jim said “You’re developing quite a big cock there; how are your balls keeping up?” He lifted the towel, had a look and said “Could be bigger. Tell you what; I know how to make ’em larger to keep up with the cock. If I massage them really hard and squeeze them, they get bruised and grow.”

“All right, I said, but if I don’t like it you stop. OK?” He promised so I turned over and lay face down on the massage table. He removed the towel and spread my legs wide open. “I’ll give them a stretch first!” He grasped a ball in each large hand and pulled them firmly downwards and backwards, stretching my ball sac uncomfortably. I must have given a groan because he said “Don’t worry, I won’t pull them off. This will hurt a bit, but you’ll get to like it; I promise!” And he pulled some more.

Yes, it hurt, but I was able to take it. After a few minutes of stretching he started to massage and squeeze my balls, to the point where it was almost unbearable, but not quite. After about 15 minutes of this he slapped my bum and said “That will do for today. You’ll be surprised what an effect that has. Tell you what, we’ll do this after every workout and I won’t charge you! “Thanks Jim ” I said through the haze of discomfort ” I think!”

So five days a week (usually) I finished up my workout by taking a shower and going upstairs to have a hard, painful, intimate massage. I got more at ease with the pain; and my balls started to get bigger. It really does work. Again, the effects wear off eventually once the treatment stops. Quite often the end result of all of this was an ejaculation on my part. Jim was always quite matter of fact about this, and just wiped me clean with a paper towel, then continued the massage. Joe was a bit more excitable, often offering to lick me clean, but I still declined.

After some weeks of this Jim said “Now you’re getting a cock and balls anyone could be proud of. Time to tickle up your prostate so that you put out more spunk.” “Come again?’ says I. (Quite innocent, really!) “Yes, and that too” said Jim. I took a little while to get the joke (I was only 20 after all!) But I consented.

So a new treatment was added to the massage sequence. A slender dildo (hard plastic in those pre-silicone days) was coated with oil and inserted up my backside and my prostate was massaged vigorously for several minutes, balls being squeezed hard ankara escort bayan to delay ejaculation. If you’ve been through this you’ll understand that the results were quite an eye-opener to me. Arched back, tongue out, repeated groans of “My God!”, slowly writhing hips, twitching belly muscles, strong orgasm, floods of semen!

If you haven’t been through it, well try it at least once.

So now I was being “milked” five days a week as well. No wonder my appetite got stronger, plus my sexual drive. And the amount of semen that I produced got larger and larger, and larger. Soon, they took (sometimes both of them were doing this together now) to replacing the first dildo after a few minutes with another, thicker one. After a few more weeks the second dildo was later succeeded by a third, even thicker. Obviously now I can see that they were preparing me for a mass sodomising. Oiling and lubricating and enlarging my anal sphincter and getting it more and more used to, and comfortable with, being invaded. Tuning up my body and enlarging the parts of most interest. Making me more and more used to most intimate touching, squeezing and probing. As time went by I started to really enjoy it; the slippery slope to sexual abandonment. But all of that was to be put off for a while.

One afternoon, I came out of the changing room into the gym, clad in my usual sketchy costume, to find someone else busy at the bench press. It was a WOMAN!

Now you must understand that in those days, not too many women went to gyms. Even fewer lifted heavy weights. Which she was doing. And wearing not much more than myself – i.e. brief bikini. And attractive, very attractive. My height, long dark hair, friendly cheerful face, good tan, broad shoulders, great body. “Hello,” she said, “you must be Neil. I’m Jan. I hope you don’t mind me working out in the afternoons. Dad thought you wouldn’t mind. I’m Jim’s daughter. I can’t come in the mornings now because my work times have been changed.”

“No problem” I stammered. “It’ll be nice to have some company. You look great; I like your stomach muscles!” “Thanks; I work on them a lot. Well, with a father who was a boxer I would have to, wouldn’t I? Hey like to help me with my chin-ups; I always have trouble with those”

So we started to work out together. This was a nice change! As we worked our bodies together, only one problem; that damn erection emerged. Soon she noticed it.

“Hey; nice cock! And it’s big; has my Dad been working on it?” “Yes” I admitted sheepishly. “He does like the boys; likes to groom them up; him and that slimy Joe! You know what they’ve got planned for you don’t you? One day soon they’ll get a lot of their funny mates around, drug you up with something and have themselves a pack rape, with you as the centre of attraction! I’ll have a word or two with him!”

I was thunderstruck; what an innocent I’d been! Yes, I was curious for further experiences, but being the subject of a mass anal rape; definitely not! Then she started asking questions: ” Are you a virgin?” (“Yes”, sheepishly), “Do you like girls?” (“Yes!, enthusiastically), “Can I take your virginity?” (“Yes please”, shyly).

“Fine, we’ll do it now. Dad’s out for the afternoon, I’m left in charge, and there’s no one else here at the moment. I’ll lock the door. Come on!”

So she towed me upstairs to the sauna and made a man of me. Not our last sauna encounter; but that’s another story.

And my encounter with anal posterity had been postponed, and that’s yet another story!

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From the moment I got my computer online, I was searching out Porn. I watched movies, watching everything from group fucks to bestiality. One day I was watching some girl sucking off a Great Dane. Even this turned me on. Everything turned me on especially oral sex.

I’ve always loved oral sex but my girlfriends often shied away from it. Hell I had two girlfriends start complaining about TMJ saying it hurt too much to give me head. I’m no monster, about 7 inches of healthy cock, so I can’t understand what the problem is. I assumed that was why I was always turn on by watching a big cock get sucked dry.

Sooner or later I started wondering to gay porn sites, watching men suck off men. I was so hard I could burst. I had to find out why, so I started chatting with the gays.

Late at night, when the folks were asleep, I’d be sitting at my computer with my dick in hand, all wet from spit and pre-cum. Typing one handed while I talked some queer through orgasm.

Curious: Can you feel my hot breath on your huge throbbing cock….my tongue streaking across the head tickling your slit.

random gay: Ohhhhhhhh Yeaaaaaah!

Curious: Mmmmmmmm I love the taste of your cock… I slide it into my mouth, slowly, one inch at a time. Oh I can feel it in the back of my aydın escort throat.. Almost….mmmmmmmmmm I can feel your heavy sack on my chin as I swallow you whole.

random gay: Oh Yesssss…more…please don’t stop.

Curious: I draw you out to the very tip very slowly sucking you, then thrust you into my mouth….over and over…slowly draw you out before swallowing you again…

random gay: Oh god I’m gonna…..

Curious: I rub the sensitive underside of you with my slick fingers as I fuck you with my mouth….getting faster and faster sucking you so hard my cheeks hurt…. I want to taste you…come on let me taste you…

random gay: Here i cum…I’m gonna

Curious: Cum for me ….. flood me with that hot spunk…..MMMmmmmmm I want it!!!

random gay: Cumminnnggggggg!!!!!

Many nights I’d spend on the computer, a cyber-cock-slut, sucking every guy who wanted me to, wanting to taste the real thing.

Then it happened. I met some guy who was minutes from my house, he had a big white van and he wanted to meet me for his first gay experience.

I shot out my door like a flash of light, grabbing my jacket and my black-jack (you never know what kind of freak some internet lover could turn out to aydın escort bayan be) on the way out. I met him in a dark parking lot. We exchanged a clumsy greeting, I could tell he was as nervous as I was, and got into the back of his van.

His name was Jason, he was a carpenter and had a nice build. Jason was wearing a pair of blue sweats, and a tee shirt. I could barely look at more than his crotch.

Just to be me, I asked him if he was sure he wanted to go through with it. In answer he just grabbed my crotch and felt my hardening cock.

“You can unwrap it if you want,” I said as I started to feel his tool through his flimsy sweats. He unclasped my jeans and reaching in yanked me out. He started to jerk my off roughly, tugging my skin farther than it wanted to go.

After a moment he got scared, and said he couldn’t go on…he didn’t want to suck a cock. I was so disappointed and still horny as hell. I asked if I could suck his (god I wanted it) and he just ripped down his sweats in response.

There I was face to face with his impressive tool. An inch and a half thick and as long as mine glaring at me through his foreskin. Not only was this the first time I touched a penis other than my own, it was the first uncircumcised escort aydın prick I have ever seen. I dove on it, I wanted to feel it in my mouth. The skin felt loose over his hard shaft, sliding up and down his pole as my lips surrounded the head. My other hand sought out his heavy balls gently rolling them in my hand. I opened my eyes to see my hand, this hand that had touched only pussy and myself in sexual bliss, curled around his big cock as I sucked him.

Again he grabbed my cock, jerking my roughly, pulling me till it hurt. Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my dick, making me throb for a hot wet mouth to replace his calloused hand.

I continued to suck this monster cock, taking it all the way into my mouth till my nose touched his balls. I could feel him expand in my mouth just as I could tell I was right at his lips. He was going to give me his seed. I had been waiting a long time to feel this, to taste his spunk.

Just as I readied myself for the flood from his big heavy balls, He pushed me off of him.

Jason said he couldn’t go on, afraid it would mean he’s gay. In other words he was scared because he enjoyed it too much.

Disappointed, I told him it was alright. “I’ll be happy to finish what I started, but I won’t force you,” I said.

He apologized and we parted ways. I got back into my little sports car and drove home to masturbate to the memories of that big hairy cock in my mouth, imagining the feeling of his hot salty cum filling my belly.

It wasn’t long before I got the chance to explore more, but that’s another story.

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All characters are over 18 years old.

***

Anal sex.

My favorite kind of porn actually.

I get it from being a teenager.

My brother and his friends all older than me were very sexually active and anal was one of the things that I was seeing.

The first was my brother Adam with Penny this girl he was seeing a lot and he convinced to have anal sex with him.

I’d watch them the typical too curious brother from the basement window. Long having learned to keep quiet so I wouldn’t get caught. It was too good not to watch honestly.

Penny hissed and moaned as Adam stuffed his cock into Penny’s ass and she sounded like it hurt her.

And with all the whimpery sounds of them buttfucking it got louder and louder the more she was getting used to it.

“Fuuuuuuuuck that feels so fucking big Adam!”

Which got louder and dirtier worded turning into demands for him to fuck her ass.

And she wasn’t the only girl he turned out like that.

I mean pussy is great although it’s kind of boring.

Though I think that girl on top is way hotter than missionary and doggy style.

It’s always stuck with me.

But not just that.

It was seeing Adam with Jack Tyler.

They were called Apple Jacks.

Jack was part of the football team’s offensive line and Adam was the quarterback and they made a good team.

And I saw my brother when I took up my peeking position on his knees sucking Jack’s cock which was just honestly huge.

And yeah blowjobs are hot especially if the guy getting blown has a big amazing dick.

Jack had that with a great big cock that must have been ten inches and thick too with great big pulsing veins.

And Adam was sucking it and loving it even gagging on it for a while but happily doing so.

Until they decide to switch ends and Adam climbed onto the basement sofa with his butt up in the air and Jack took some vaseline and fingered Adams ass and i heard Adam hiss and gasp like he made Penny.

Then he moaned and whimpered as Jack’s big dick pushed into his ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Jack…so fucking big.”

“Oh Drew baby your ass is so tight.”

Drew was Adams middle name.

“Oh…deeper Jack, Deeper.”

I will never forget the sight of Adam’s ass getting filled up and stretched wide by Jacks massive cock.

When Jack bottomed out Adam whined loudly in a sweet high pitch.

“Ohhhhhh…! Good, good, so fucking good!”

Then I watched Jack fuck my brother and my brother cry and whine and beg for it. “Aaaaah so big, so hard! Oh god Jack don’t stop, harder, harder baby please harder!”

Jacks cock literally was making Adam’s asshole flex in and out as his size pushed and pulled his body.

I watched that cock fucking my brother’s ass for what must have been ten minutes.

Adam just started whining and crying out just no words all vocal.

And without having his cock touched he came crying out as his dick fired off in these amazing looking thick bursts of ropey cum.

And wailed and shivered.

And I watched Adam get fucked and fucked into more bliss?

And he had more than one orgasm really close together?

I watched them together a lot and Jack was always the top and he was the only guy Adam was with.

But the sex stuck with me too.

I never busted Adam or Jack for their getting together and as far as I know Adam’s married to Sherry and they’re happy and stuff.

And I’m older now just getting done my first year out of graduating college and I’ve only been with girls but while I’ve had anal sex with a few of them. I’ve never had it myself, never had anything inside of me and the temptation is finally hitting it’s peak.

I’ve never been interested in guys either.

But I’ve never been able to get Jack out of the back of my mind either.

And just as I moved and got a good job at the provincial liquor store which is a unionized government job I ran into Jack.

He was looking in my store and I recognized him right way.

Still hot, still ripped and big all over like one of those really cut TV wrestlers in even better shape I think and he was looking for something.

“Hey artvin escort Jack, I didn’t know you were living here now?”

“Alex! Hey how’s it going?”

“Good, good just moved into town last month and working here now.”

“Cool, good job.”

“Great job, all those part times back home at our store and my degree definitely helped.”

“I’m glad, I’m a carpenter now.”

“Not a pro football player?”

He laughed which actually was deep and sexy.

“No, that died about 3rd year when I realized I wasn’t good enough to go pro and I didn’t think that going to the other smaller leagues was really a good idea so I took a few other classes to finish my arts degree and then went for broke and got a student loan and went into trade school.”

“Work out well?”

“Getting by.”

“Married?”

“No, not married.”

“Girlfriend?”

“No one steady.”

We share eyes contact and it lingers.

I ask quieter. “Boyfriend?”

“No, no one since Drew.”

“Doing anything tonight?” My mouth was so dry.

He stared at me and did a slow take that was checking me out and he shook his head but he was smiling as he did. “Not really, when do you get off?”

“Four.”

“So how about I come over at eight?”

I smile and take out my card and jot my address down on it. “Eight would be perfect.”

Jack left buying a nice bottle of whisky and I finished work and headed from there right to the drug store and bought a couple kinds of lube and a couple boxes of condoms and a bottle of Nair and lotion getting a definite look from the girl at the cash but hey whatever I’m new in town.

People can think whatever they want.

I went from there to the grocery store and bought some good bread and some fixings for making good sandwiches then went to the XXX rated porn store and I bought a cleaning kit and extras and a tip for lube application and then home.

I made a drink and put things away and organized the food for making food later and after my third drink I headed to the bathroom and used the toilet and went through the process of getting really cleaned out inside and I used the lube to get pre-lubed inside.

I felt weird doing that but it also got me horny and hard as hell.

I left it, let it subside and just add to the sexual energy.

Then a shower and me getting rid of my body hair. I shave and use lotion on my skin nothing like girly but nothing teen guy styled either. I like using shea butter when I want to pamper myself and I use one of the light Nivea aftershaves too.

It’s not a femmy thing I don’t think it’s just I’ve never had the fantasy of me being hairy when I’ve thought about being with the fantasy men I’ve been with.

I get dressed.

That was just odd because what do I wear for this sort of thing?

I go with this old work shirt I had a brown flannel number I bought once that was too big by accident but I keep around because it’s comfy in the winter with sweats at home.

I wear that with my best black boxer briefs and have it barely buttoned.

Kinda gay, kinda maybe?

I think I look good though.

I mean I’ve never done this with another guy before.

I was just getting drinks made and I’m going with one of my best whisky bottles and really good mixes and ice when Jack pulls in with a nice SUV and he gets out with a fancy looking box?

I open the door just as he gets there and we share a smile and I let him in and he looks good.

Old faded jeans clean but thinned with age showing off his bulge and the lump that is shifted to one side. A tight black t-shirt and over that a really classic old leather jacket.

My mouth went dry again and I think my insides twitched.

I might just might actually be really actually attracted to Jack.

He passes me the box and it’s really nice. It’s like a nice slotted box made of wood and stained and definitely one of those fancy things and there’s a fresh cup towel over that. The box is heavy too.

Fuck it.

I lean over while holding it and kiss Jack on the lips.

He was surprised but he kissed me back.

Aside escort artvin from we were both guys it was a hell of a first kiss. Shared, not too soft but it wasn’t hard and forced but it was ernest and it went over and over like three times.

“Wow…Alex, that was nice.”

“Well we are here and being us and together right? And you brought this gift too. I thought it deserved a kiss.”

His smile was pretty great.

Genuine.

He took off his boots which were nice too and he followed me inside and I set the box on the dining/breakfast nook table and looked under the table cloth and it was really nice. A paper bagged loaf of rustic bread and some nice cheeses and there were some jars of pickled things that looked homemade and with it a nice looking bottle of wine and what looked like a really nice looking set of cutting boards.

“This is easily the coolest thing I’ve ever gotten as a gift.”

Again that smile.

“Well you’re welcome. Most people I know don’t have cutting boards or cheese boards and they make good gifts.”

I smile back. “You want a drink?”

“I’d love one.”

“Whisky?”

“Sure.”

“How do you like it?”

“Surprise me you’re literally the professional.”

I head over and I make two drinks each with just ice and the best whisky I have and as I’m doing that Jack took off his jacket and he comes over and his fingers trace my sides through the shirt I’m half wearing and when I look at him he’s the one that kisses me.

Finger and thumb turning my head and this time i’m definitely the one getting kissed.

It’s as good, no better than the last one.

Of course I kiss him back.

And it goes further from there to me touching him, and feeling that thick hard muscles and even down to his crotch and rub his hardening cock.

He does the same and like holy heck that feels amazing and erotic.

Not dirty, not kinky but purely erotic.

I pass him the drink and we don’t do the whisky justice as we both down it and go right back to kissing, touching, feeling each other and I walk us backwards down the hall to my bedroom until I get to the bed and sit down and unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans and briefs freeing that huge cock of his.

He was mostly hard and he was uncut and it was huge, scary, thrilling and actually beautiful.

I stroked Jack’s cock as I found the condoms and I took a magnum and dressed him then took him into my mouth. A thick saliva coating lick of my lips to lube them and I pursed them slightly and pushed his cock through my lips like he was penetrating my mouth.

It’s just something I came up with there and then but he groans.

“Oh Alex, wow…that feels just so good.”

That helps.

I start sucking and it’s a big cock, with a big head but it’s not impossible either and I concentrate a lot about getting him in deep at times but in pushing my tongue up and flats so the soft flesh caresses the underside of his cock and I really use my lips, to get that seal, be soft yet clinging, to be pussy like.

Jack’s gasping. “Oh Alex, wow, oh…god…oh you are so good at this, oh suck me baby, suck me, please…nnn…fuck…take me all the way…”

All the times I watch Adam with Jake I never seen that, never Jack getting off from getting head. I can get why too. Even doing this is pretty challenging. I’m not sure everyone could do this especially if they where trying throat stuff. As it is I’ve my head tilted back to help me do the thing with pressing my tongue thing which is taking stress from my jaw and letting my neck support more.

I like the fact this might be me being better at this than my brother.

I like the fact Jack’s talking dirty but not calling me a fag or a cocksucker. I’m not into hard swearing. It’s not sexy to me.

All of it’s enough to get me worked up enough to finish the job and get Jack to cum as I take him over the edge.

I stroke him off and feel the hot rushing spurts of him cumming and filling the condom.

“That’s a lot of cum.”

Jack groans. “It’s been a while…”

I pull the condom off and toss it in the trash. “Well we artvin escort bayan should fix that.” I say as I stroke his big cock and already I can feel him recovering. It’s not fast but it’s steady. And I’m enjoying this, massaging it, running my hands over the skin.

It’s really erotic, hypnotic even and soon Jack’s rock hard again.

I stand and kiss him again and he kisses me back and I put another condom and the lube in his hands then drop the shirt I was wearing to the floor and slip out of my underwear then I slide onto my bed and get on all fours with my face down and my butt up.

I’m soon not disappointed as Jack’s hands are on my hips and he’s lubing me more that I am already and he slips a finger inside.

I moan…it went in easy and it actually felt good.

Jack knows what he’s doing too as his finger massages my insides and moves in and out then he’s rimming my entrance with his finger making my squirm with how delicious and sensitive he’s making me feel.

“Oh Jack, that’s really good, that’s so nice, you’re really good at this.”

“Well you do have a really nice ass Alex.”

I gasp laugh as another finger is added.

“I’m kind of vain, I work out and even have a butt workout.”

“It shows, it’s a really sexy ass.”

“Well it’s…oh…it’s definitely ready for you Jack.”

“It’s be my pleasure.”

He starts and he starts with kissing the small of my back, making his way up to my neck as he gets into place and he rubs himself against my hole.

“Ready?”

I smile. “I’ve been thinking about you for a long time Jack, want you so very, very much.”

“That’s almost romantic Alex.”

“Good.”

Jack pushed into me and his very large head stretches me and stretches me but it’s not horrible or even painful. I want this and between the fingering and being really well lube he’s sinking into my ass wonderfully.

It’s huge.

It’s filling me in ways my imagination never thought of and stretching me deeper inside than ever.

It makes me shiver in a good way.

“Ooooh…oh…oh…of fuck yes Jack, that’s huge, that’s so huge…god that feels so fucking good, so deep.”

“You’re so tight Alex, so tight and sweet, you feel so amazing around my cock.”

“Fuck me Jack, please fuck me.”

He pulls out and sinks back in and I moan. I can’t help it it’s that massive he’s just making me need to be vocal.

I moan with each stroke especially as he sinks in and i’m losing the grip on my composure as it feels far better than I could imagine, better than every fantasy and every dream I’ve ever had.

I can’t be quiet as he fucks me and I get my brother loving this. I get why he was so into this and Jack.

Oh…oh…oh…the pleasure builds as Jack hits my pleasure bump inside of me and the feeling is amazing. There’s no real way to describe getting your prostate rubbed the right way but it’s amazing and that along with being filled and fucked so sublimely.

The pleasure builds like I’m going to cum but it’s sort of deeper than when I have regular sex and since I’m not used to it when the edge comes and I go past and over it I cum hard spurting the most potent orgasm of my life.

And it shakes my body to the core as my body kegels to squirt out my cum but finds Jacks cock inside of me and my insides mold around his cock.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god Jack!”

“That’s it, that’s it Alex cum, cum for me.”

As soon as my muscles relax he’s moving again almost taking me there again but it’s more, better the feelings are fucking perfect…just so fucking perfect as Jack keeps fucking me and they don’t get any less as he takes me to this plateau where my cock is leaking this steady stream of pre-cum and he’s edging me.

It feels like the most beautiful forever.

This is the best sex I’ve ever had, this is better than and ass I’ve been in or any pussy I’ve been in it’s better than every blowjob.

He rocks in and out through me until I cum again and it’s so powerful despite all the edging pleasure I was in.

I only spurted a little but this time my body’s reaction gets Jack to cum.

Then it’s his weight on me as he’s buried deep and holding me and we’re both breathing.

“Stay the night Jack?” I ask.

“I’d love to Alex.”

We pull apart and make our way into the bed properly and under the sheets and end up cuddling and kissing face to face until our sexcapades have caught up with us and we snuggle into sleep.

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I had been traveling for 9 hours and finally arrived in New York. The trip was a difficult given the summer thunderstorms. I had left my wife and 6 year at home and hoped for day alone during my first trip to NY. I had planned to spend the day taking is sight before my meetings began until 9 am tomorrow. It was already 7 pm, so I had just the evening to relax. Not being from New York, I went down to the concierge and asked where I could get a good massage. Unfortunately the hotel spa was closed. The concierge recommended a local spa around the corner. I entered as they were closing up. The spa looked clean enough. I was about to leave, when the guy behind the counter said he could take care of me. I booked the 90 minute deluxe massage.

Another guy, shorter, stocky black man was laughing with the ladies who were leaving down the hall as I entered the locker room. He said make myself comfortable and someone would be with me in a few minutes. I undressed, placed my things in a locker, and donned the robe on the back of the door. A tall, strong, curvy and not totally unattractive woman knocked and peeked in and said “Please follow me.” The lady, my masseuse I assumed, led me to shower room and said, “When you’re done showering, please go back Room E.” Her accent was slight but clearly Eastern European. The shower felt great after the flight. After a warm shower, I stepped out and found a towel folded on the bench but the robe gone. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and looked in to the hall. The lights were all dimmed and no one was in sight. I saw Room E across the hall and slipped in.

The small room was also dimly lit. I stretched out on the table. Soothing new age music played. I began to doze when there was a tap on the door. A person entered and lit a scented candle. I felt the warm lotion being poured on my back. Strong hands worked the oil into my back. My muscles began to melt under the firm touch. Next they worked my neck and head. I was dozing as my arms and hands were worked until they felt like rubber. Next my feet and calves were kneaded removing the cramps from the 8 hours in economy class seats. By time, my thighs were worked on I was nearly asleep.

In a dreamlike fog, I imagined the Eastern European Lady’s hands amasya escort beginning work my buttocks. The warm oil seeped down my crack and coated it and then my balls as the strong hands worked by buttocks. I moaned in pleasure and the strong hands worked my buttock over. At first, I was I thought I was dreaming as a finger slide over my anus sending shivers through me. Soon my anus was being caressed by the strong finger. The pleasure was nothing I had felt before. My cock began to respond slowly stiffening underneath me. I felt the finger than a slender object probing my aroused anus. I let out a low moan as it moved in deeper. After a few minutes, I began breathing more deeply as waves of pleasure swept over me. A feeling of disappointment came over me as the object was pulled slowly out. Before I could stir, I felt something new replacing it, larger, thicker replacing it. It was slowly worked into me. Then, I felt it begin to pump in and out sending waves of pleasure through me. This went on for several minutes when all of sudden, I felt it twirl. It hit something that sent a shock wav of pleasure through me. I gasped and let out a low moan as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. As the object twirled, I felt as if I was about cum in an explosion. Before that could happen, it was slowly withdrawn.

I lay there panting, as the strong hands rolled me over and covered my face with warm, moist towel. The strong hands then did their magic to my legs, chest and arms again calming me down and soothing me back to near sleep-like trance. When the warm oil again was poured on my abdomen, it again seeps down around my balls and down my ass. The strong hand began to knead my balls again causing my cock to rise. As the strong fingers wrapped around my cock, I reached up and pulled to towel from face and gasped. Those wonderful hands were not the strong eastern European woman I had been dreaming of but the man from thee front desk. He released my balls and put his finger to his lips to shush me and said, “We’re all alone.” I was frightened as first. He stood there in a paid of shorts that barely fit and his well formed chest, covered in light brown fur, five o’clock shadow and piercing green eyes. He smiled escort amasya and went on “At first I didn’t think you would like it, but as you moaned as I massaged your ass, I figured I would give it a try.” He reached over to the table which had progressively longer and ticker wand-like objects. He held up a slightly curved wand with a rounded bulb tip. I was amazed that this long, thick tool had been inside of me. He gave my cock a tug. I gasped.

“So this is your first time”, he asked. All I could do was nod yes. He stretched my cock again as he firmly tugged on it. I winced at the discomfort and scooted forward on the table to ease the discomfort. “Do you want some more?” I couldn’t speak. Before, I could react, he pulled me to end the end of table, and his fingers now began to probe my ass as he stroked my cock. My eyes widened, as he bent forward and engulfed my cock with his mouth. I could only moan in response as he slipped two, then three fingers in fingers as he began to probe. I began to whisper “yes, yes”. I propped myself up to watch as he devoured my cock. I was mesmerized by the way he attacked my cock. I had never had such a sensual or vigorous a blow job. He the licked the entire shaft and swallowed my balls. Has he sucked and tugged on my sack, he had stroked my spit-slippery cock. He then took my cock head and swirled his tongue around my glands. The ripples of sensation were amazing. He then sucked my cock in slowly until his nose was buried in my pubic hair. As he swirled around my cock, I thought I was about to cum when he stood up leaving my cock dripping with precum and saliva.

That’s when I first saw his cock. Despite his pale skin, his cock looked dark and ominous. He was fully erect. His circumcised head seemed to bounce with my heart beat. He looked huge. Clearly larger and thicker than myself. He pulled his fingers from my ass. Grabbed a condom from the table, tearing it open with teeth and sheathed his cock. He wrapped his hand round the base of his cock but a good 4-5 inches protruded from his fist. He squirted lotion on his cock and rubbed it along the length. He pushed the now slippery head against my ass, released his cock, grabbed my hips and pushed. He had loosened amasya escort bayan me up quite a bit but the shock of his first push sent a searing pain through me. “Relax, it will feel better,” he said. My head wanted to scream for help, but as he pushed in, the waves of pleasure took control and all I could do was moan.

He worked his entire 8 inches or more into me in slow rocking motion. I collapsed back on the bale and wrapped my legs around him. The pleasure was so intense; my legs gripped his waist and were soon pulling him deep into me. Soon, we were rocking in unison. My cock twitched with each thrust, soon was spraying my abdomen with warm cum. He continued to plunge in and out. To my surprise my cock stayed hard as I relished in having him pound my ass. After what seemed like forever, he cringed, grunted and slammed deep into me causing me to cum again.

His rhythm slowed as we panted for breath. My mouth was dry; I was sweating from the session. Unconsciously I licked my lips. He took that as a sign. He pulled out and discarded the condom and walked around the side of the table to me. A he stood next to me, I looked up into his eyes and could see he wasn’t done yet. His cock dripping with cum was just inches from my face. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and looking down at me pushed it towards my lips. I was spent but obviously he wasn’t. He put his cock to my lips, I opened and wrapped my lips around his head. The taste of his cum was strange and intoxicating. My tongue licked his head as he slid his cock him. Squeezing his cock he fed me more of his cum. Instinct kook over. I rolled on my side and my hands found his balls. As I lavished his cock head, I kneaded his balls. My mouth was soon full of his cock. I suckled his cock for several minutes as his moans increased. He wrapped his hands around my head and was sliding in and out of mouth. He hit the back of my throat and I nearly gagged. I grabbed the base of his cock, and stroked while I sucked. In a few moments, he again tightened. I pulled his cock back, but he held my head in place. He came filling my mouth with his cum. I had to swallow or choke on it. He shot again as pulled out and shot the last blast on my face. I laid there with his cum still in my mouth and on my face. He bent over and kissed me. His tongue probing deep licking up his own cum. Then proceed to lick the cum from my face.

I heard a light tap on the door before it opened. There we were both naked, sweating, the room reeking of sex, when the shorter, stocky guy stuck his head in…?

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Raziel frowned as he paced his ward’s living room. How many times was Cole going to do this to himself? His wings fluttered with worry as he watched Cole kick back another glass of the very expensive—and very potent—booze. This had become a dangerous and nightly ritual for Cole, and Raziel wasn’t quite certain how to alter Cole’s course. It was his job, right? Put his charge’s feet on the right path and guide them from beginning to end. He’d been doing just that for the last fifteen hundred years.

Which led him to the unnerving question of why was he having such a difficult time of it now?

Cole leaned back on the couch, his eyes drooping and clouded from the alcohol. He picked up a framed photograph and stared at it for a long time before he threw it across the room. The glass shattered as it hit the hard wood of the bar. Cole didn’t bother with a glass at this point. He picked up the bottle and began to drink in earnest. Raziel’s wings fluttered again. This wasn’t right. It was Daniel who should be drinking, should be heartbroken, not Cole.

Daniel. He’d been the start of this whole mess. Sweet, mind-mannered Daniel who had stood beside Cole through their years at Dartmouth. Considerate Daniel, who had loved Cole even when they barely had two pennies to scrape together. Daniel, who had been the ideal partner for Cole in every respect. Their families had adored each other, supported both Cole and Daniel. Everything had been theirs as Cole shot up the corporate ladder. Everything awaited them.

Selfish Daniel who couldn’t keep it in his trousers. Vicious Daniel who had done everything he could to shift the blame of the infidelity onto Cole. Cole’s late nights. Cole’s business trips. Cole starting his own business. Cole’s success. Daniel had claimed Cole took him for granted, and Raziel had to admit that, yes, maybe, just a little, but Daniel’s betrayal…

Raziel crouched in front of Cole, resting his hands on Cole’s knees. Cole couldn’t see him. None of his wards had ever been able to see him. He’d never wanted to be seen, but now… now he wanted to be seen. He wanted to touch. He wanted to soothe. He loved Cole. Raziel loved Cole in a way that was forbidden and new and thrilling and frightening. He wanted to wipe the pain from Cole’s eyes and ease his soul’s burden, but that was not his place.

His place was to watch. To guide silently.

“I’m sorry,” Raziel whispered. “I’m so sorry, Cole. I just don’t know how to put your feet on the right path, away from Daniel.”

Daniel wasn’t coming back, but Cole hoped. Raziel knew Cole hoped. Daniel had been the love of Cole’s life, even if Cole hadn’t been Daniel’s. Cole’s heartbreak was Raziel’s, and Raziel didn’t know how to patch it all together. All he knew was that Cole now walked a dark path. Alcohol and anguish and fury. He didn’t know how to fix it, but he knew he had to. Somehow, he had to find a way, or he would lose Cole forever.

***

“Daniel,” Cole murmured into the phone. “Come home; we can fix this.” How many times had he said that over the last three months? Even to his own ears he sounded pathetic. “I love you.”

Daniel sighed on the other end of the line. “Cole, stop calling. Let this end before we really hate each other.”

“I’d never hate you,” he insisted. “Never.”

“I have to go.” Daniel’s voice was tight. “It’s over. I’m sorry it’s ended the way it has, and it hurts me, too, to see the last ten years end like this, but it’s done. While you moved up, I moved on, and it’s time to just… just stop.”

“Daniel—”

“Goodbye, Cole.”

The line went dead. Cole slammed the phone down, his chest aching with such intensity, he wondered how the fuck he survived. He stumbled over to the bar and yanked one of the bottles of vodka out of the cooler. Just stop? How do you just stop loving someone? That was what he needed to know. Because despite Daniel fucking around on him with a number of men before settling on Lindsey, Cole still loved him. He still loved him, wanted him, and needed him, and Daniel… Daniel had moved on.

He knew calling again would just get him another clipped reply followed by the dial tone, but if he could get Daniel back on the line, he’d ask him how to stop loving. Daniel obviously had some practice, and he wanted to throw it in Daniel’s face almost as much as he wanted to beg Daniel, yet again, to come back. It was useless, though. If he kept calling, it would only force Daniel to change his phone number or send Lindsey after him. He had no idea what attracted Daniel to the stupid lug, but he knew that stupid lug could beat the shit out of him. It just added more fuel to the anger, the hurt, balıkesir escort the damn helplessness that made him take a long, burning swig of vodka straight from the bottle.

Vodka wasn’t enough, though. It had been the first few nights, maybe even the first week, if he was generous, but every failed attempt to get Daniel to come back seemed to dampen the effect. He had to do something about it. He had to get away from his heart, from the work he’d poured so much of his life into, work that now felt hollow and worthless. It wasn’t worth staying sober, and if alcohol wasn’t doing the trick, then he knew exactly who to call.

It took three tries to dial the right numbers on the phone, but when he was certain the sequence on the screen was right, he pressed the plastic to his ear and waited until there was a voice on the other end of the line.

“Boss? It’s nearly two in the morning. If this isn’t insanely important, I’m hanging up and going back to sleep.”

“Shut up, Rob,” Cole all but snapped, squeezing his eyes shut before taking another swig of vodka to bolster his courage. “That drug you took that night we took off to party on the business trip. You remember the trip I’m talking about, right?”

There was silence for a few seconds, and then Rob slowly, hesitantly drew out the response. “Yeah…”

“I want you to get some of it for me. None of that shitty stuff you can get on the street corners that’s cut with who knows what, but the pure stuff. Whatever you shell out, I’ll pay you double for.” Cole knew that was a damn good offer, and it kept his hands clean to use Rob as a middleman. At least that’s what he told himself as he waited out another silence with yet another swallow of alcohol.

“It’ll take me a few days, boss, but I’ll get you what you want.”

The words were careful and hushed, and he wondered for a moment if Rob’s wife had woken up next to him and started listening in. He wondered if she knew her husband had connections with drug dealers. Or was she completely clueless, just like he’d been about Daniel’s cheating? He almost laughed. Let her keep her delusion. Better to see what one wanted to see rather than the ugly truth. “Good,” he finally said into the phone. “Call me when you have it.”

He hung up after another gulp of vodka, not even bothering to set the phone back into its charger. He let it fall to the floor as he tipped the bottle higher, and the sound of it clattering against the expensive hardwood panels seemed to echo as his head swam, all his problems drowning in a sea of booze and drunken forgetfulness.

***

“Cole, stop this!” Raziel paced back and forth in front of Cole’s desk in his home office. “It’s crazy. Crazy! You’ll kill yourself. You don’t want to die.” He stopped and turned to face Cole, who was intently cutting cocaine and setting it into neat lines. “You don’t even know what you’re doing! Couldn’t you have at least asked Rob to show you how to use the stuff?”

But Cole couldn’t hear him. Cole had never heard him. The alcohol, the cigarettes, and now cocaine. He growled and slammed his hands down on the polished surface of Cole’s desk. “Daniel isn’t worth this! Cole…” Cole rolled up a fifty dollar bill, took a swig from the whiskey bottle, and then set the edge of the rolled up bill to one of the lines of white powder. Raziel thought he would weep as he whispered, “Please, Cole.”

Cole ran the bill up the line, inhaling sharply, and then sat back, sniffling, rubbing his nose with his fingers. Suddenly, Cole laughed, staring up at the ceiling, and flailed for the whiskey. He missed the bottle, and it fell, crashing onto the floor, the glass shattering, the booze spattering everywhere. Cole blinked and leaned forward, putting the rolled up bill against the next line… and the next… and the next. After a moment, he stood up, stumbled, and fell onto the rug over the hardwood floor. His laughter broke Raziel’s heart.

Raziel knelt on the floor beside Cole, stroking his hair back from his sweaty face. His wings fluttered, and he chirped softly, worry twisting his stomach. Cole didn’t look well, and the glassy expression in his eyes pulled at Raziel. Something wasn’t right. Cocaine and alcohol, he was almost certain, shouldn’t be mixed. This wasn’t his precious charge. Cole was intelligent, beautiful, kind… not an embittered alcoholic ready to piss away his money on drugs!

“Cole!” Raziel had never wanted to be visible like he did now. He could feel something tenuous in Cole fluttering, the connection between them fading in and out. Cole was dying. Raziel’s wings fluttered again as panic set in. “Cole! Don’t! I can’t… there’s no one I can call! No one can see me! Cole, please… you’re… you aren’t supposed to die yet…”

Cole wasn’t listening, though, and that connection started growing dimmer. Raziel looked up to the heavens through the ceiling, whispering a prayer. He couldn’t do anything to help Cole. Interfering with balıkesir escort bayan life and death was strictly forbidden. When a charge refused to follow the direction of their guardian angel, the angel was never allowed to take matters into their own hands. God had granted the humans free will, and while they could work their influence, whisper advice into their minds, they couldn’t force their own wills or the will of the Divine onto them.

The connection flickered like a flame, growing dimmer and dimmer. Oh, God, it was almost out! Raziel chirped again, his wings extending. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t! Cole was the only charge he had ever felt so much for. From beginning to end, he’d loved Cole. Loved him! It went beyond any ward before. That love was deep, terrible, and now Cole’s life flickered. He couldn’t lose all he felt, couldn’t lose Cole. If he only had time, only had the chance to speak to Cole, to be heard by him. But there was no chance for him to speak to ears that would listen. If he didn’t act… In a split second, he made up his mind. He was out of time.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his hands to Cole’s chest. He’d do anything to save Cole. He’d endure any punishment the archangels demanded and face God’s wrath if he had to, but Cole would live. The power was inside him to purify, to wield the divine fire. He had used it in the past to cleanse his charges’ souls right before he accompanied them up to heaven to be fully judged. It was power only used after death, but he needed it now, before that thread of their connection severed forever.

A bright glow emitted from his hands, growing stronger and stronger until it completely enveloped Cole. Inside, he felt the burn of fire, but it was familiar to him, the small part of the Divine that he always carried inside him. It was that little piece of Heaven God had entrusted to him, and he used it now to eradicate the alcohol, the cocaine, even the hints of tar that had collected in Cole’s lungs from the cigarettes.

It left Cole pure, untouched by any of the toxins he had forced into his body throughout his life. He could sense the wholeness of Cole, and the connection between them flared brightly, reassuring him before the power left him in a rush. His wings drooped, and he chirped weakly, his voice trilling as he panted, “Cole…”

Raziel felt his arms give out beneath him, and he faltered, his wings flapping in an uncoordinated effort to move him off Cole’s still form. He’d never felt so tired, so weak, and while the connection to Cole was strong again, he felt the rest of the world slipping away. Everything blurred around him, and before he could manage to gasp another prayer, the world went black, and he felt himself falling into nothingness.

***

Cole groaned as he shifted on the floor, a beam of sunlight across his face. His back and head hurt, his muscles stiff. What the hell had happened? He slowly sat up and rubbed his face with his hands. Rob. Rob had brought him some coke. Had he overdosed? Or had he just passed out? If he’d overdosed, wouldn’t he be dead? Maybe he was dead and this was Heaven. Or Hell. He didn’t much like the idea of Hell being his apartment, which smelled of stale cigarettes and booze.

He looked around, noting the shattered whiskey bottle and the angel asleep beside—

Angel?

Cole stared at the naked creature beside him with massive white wings. That was an angel. Angels weren’t real, though. He rubbed his eyes again, but when he opened them once more, the angel was still there. Maybe there had been something in the coke. Maybe Rob hadn’t gotten the good stuff after all. He reached out and ran his fingers along the feathers. Christ, he’d never felt anything so soft! The wing shivered under his touch, but the angel didn’t move.

It was real. The angel. Was real. Angel. In his apartment. Maybe that was why he wasn’t dead. He brushed the angel’s blond hair back from the perfect, beautiful face. Male. He had an unconscious, gorgeous, male angel sprawled on his office floor, and his mind didn’t quite believe it. Cole cleared his throat and gave the angel’s shoulder a little nudge.

“E-Excuse me,” Cole murmured, his voice rough. “Hello?” A pained flutter of a sound escaped the angel, and he hesitated to touch again. He didn’t see any wounds on the angel, but maybe his touch was a little too hard. He swallowed thickly and, as gently as possible, pet over the blond hair and the feathers. “Are you all right? Come on. Wake up.”

The wings shifted, and another of those bird-like sounds twittered from the angel, followed by a soft moan. Cole’s heart jumped up into his throat, and he scrambled back a little, dodging the feathers of one wing as it lifted and flapped. A sudden pain jolted up through his hand, and he cursed under his breath. He’d forgotten about the broken glass, and now he was paying for it. The cut wasn’t too terribly deep, but it stung like a motherfucker, escort balıkesir and he cradled his hand against him.

“Cole…”

Cole’s eyes widened, and he tilted his head, looking around the arched wing to the angel’s face. He watched as the angel’s pale lashes fluttered, and when they lifted, he glimpsed blue eyes brighter than any he’d ever seen. How did this angel know his name? He fought against a rising panic, against thoughts that maybe this angel was here to bring him his death. But then, if that were the case, wouldn’t the angel have had a more dramatic appearance? That’s how it always was in the movies; ominous mists and beams of light from above were a lot more intimidating than an angel passed out on his office floor. Still, he felt as if the world was about to drop out from underneath him. Getting his voice to work was a challenge, but he finally managed to choke out, “Who are you?”

The wings around him twitched, and he froze in place as the angel frowned and pushed himself up onto his outstretched arms. Their eyes met, and he stared, feeling as if he could drown in the depths of those eyes if he allowed himself. “You can see me?”

The angel’s voice was musical, and Cole’s heart trembled oddly at the sound of it. He nodded in answer to the question. “You’re an angel.” That was stating the obvious. He shook his head and tried again. “Why are you here?”

A smile as bright as the sun itself unfurled on the angel’s face. “You’re alive.”

Cole couldn’t look away from that smile. “Am… I not supposed to be?”

The angel slowly sat up, his wings fluttering, and the smile faded, replaced by such sadness that Cole’s heart ached to see it. “How could you be so careless?” the angel asked. “Drinking, smoking, and then drugs? I’ve been at your side since you were born, and the one time I needed you to hear me, you were deaf to my voice.” Tears gathered in the bright eyes. “Daniel isn’t worth your life.”

The reminder of Daniel brought up every angry and heartbroken emotion in Cole. “Daniel was my life. Everything I did was to give him anything… everything.”

“But he wanted you. He didn’t need a highrise apartment and limitless credit cards and expensive clothes. He needed you, and you weren’t here for him.” The angel reached out, grabbed Cole’s bleeding hand, and worked the glass out of his palm. “Daniel has found someone who needs him as much as he needs them. It’s time for you to find a new purpose.”

Cole blinked and looked down at his hand, the pain gone. He stared at his palm. The glass was out and the wound healed, only a sliver of a scar left. He eyes sought the angel’s. “Who are you?” he whispered.

“I’m your guardian angel.” The angel’s wings shivered. “My name is Raziel, and I am going to be in such trouble for saving you.”

“If you’re my guardian angel, aren’t you supposed to save me?”

That sadness returned to Raziel’s eyes. “I’m not supposed to upset the balance of life and death. But I couldn’t let you die. I couldn’t.”

“So… you broke the rules. For me.” Cole tilted his head, the flesh of his wrist where Raziel touched tingling. “Why?”

Raziel withdrew his touch, a light flush coloring his alabaster cheeks. “I love you.”

That took a moment to sink in, and Cole shifted awkwardly. An angel loved him? This was like some crazy dream, waking up from a really bad hit on the head and an O.D. to be greeted by his own personal angel. It didn’t make sense. Except for the part where he really did take too much of everything and had probably needed help. There was glass everywhere from a shattered bottle, and a quick glance over showed that he had snorted all those lines of cocaine. He didn’t feel as though he had any alcohol or drugs in his system at all. It was unsettling to say the least, but it did make sense, and that scared him. Was he supposed to keep talking to the angel or admit that he was having some kind of psychotic break?

“You have a lot of questions,” Raziel murmured, “but it’s real. I’m real.”

The angel had at least one thing right: the questions probably wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He had to get his bearings, get a grip! He ran his hands through his hair, not feeling any pain from the scar where he’d just cut himself. He had to start somewhere, and with every other option sounding ridiculous to his mind, he let himself just believe it was all real. If all Raziel said was true, then it made his first question simple. “Is that… normal for guardian angels? To love their humans?”

Raziel curled one wing in closer and picked at a couple of the feathers, looking up bashfully through blond hair. “Not the way I love you. What I feel is deeper than what most angels feel for their charges.”

Cole wasn’t sure why satisfaction rolled through him, making his gut feel warm and settled instead of twisted in knots. It loosened his tongue, made it easier to organize his thoughts. “Why am I not freaking out? I should be losing it, seeing an angel on my office floor, but I feel… better.”

Raziel chirped and let go of his wing so it could flutter. “Because you know who I am. Somewhere inside, you already know me. You’ve heard my voice inside you sometimes, that little voice that tells you to turn away from darkness and take a different path, even if it isn’t the easy road to follow.”

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Sorry about my hiatus. My computer was in the shop. So I’ve had this chapter done for a while actually. This chapter is actually very sad…but after this it will get happier. But not like an immediate thing. This probably will have many chapters because Alezai can’t have a quick and happy romance and I think you guys can understand that right? So without anymore ado…

Enjoy~

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I missed Jalen the minute that he blended with the darkness. He and I came into this world together, well he was a veteran and I was the pretty newbie. Somehow I became His favorite and he never let me go. I got beaten worse than the others, raped worse than the others, drugged more than the others. In the end I was worse than the others. It killed me. He was a ‘class A’ sadist. At some point, he gave me a drug that would keep me alive no matter what the fuck happened. He gave that drug to me after my second suicide attempt and after the first almost overdose he gave me. That drug also made me unable to succumb to addiction. I only felt the effects of the drugs. Jalen was the one that always saved me. Jalen was my light. Most people would wonder why we never fell in love, but from the minute that we met and became friends, our relationship was purely platonic. Jalen was like an older brother to me. However, we were separated when Jalen and Whitney escaped. I couldn’t go with them because He would especially notice. If I disappeared, He would automatically accuse Jalen and Whitney — basically, kill them both. We all knew that so I told them to leave me and ever since then Jalen would always visit me when he got a feeling that I was really in pain. Jalen, however, couldn’t risk too many visits or visits that were too patterned. Tonight wasn’t the only time that Jalen wanted me to escape. Tonight was just the first time that he went this far.

I didn’t know what to do. If I left, I risked the lives of anyone who came in contact with me and if I didn’t, I would live in indefinite damnation. “FUCK!” I yelled at no one in particular. I finally thought of all the shit I’d been through in my life – all the times daddy beat the shit outta me and let his friends give me some ‘good-ol’-lovin’, all the times that father pushed me to the edge of suicide, all the times He took away every light I had. Hell, it was time for ME to have some salvation in life. I ran into the bathroom and searched for a loose board. When I finally found it, I put on the clothes and shoes in there and put a death grip on the slip of paper. I waited until a little before midnight to put the hood of the hoodie over my head and put on the sunglasses. I took a look at the address and noticed that it wasn’t too far from here but not too close either. Finally, at midnight, I opened the door and ran ‘like all bloody hell.’

After over ten city blocks, my lungs and legs were burning, but I kept antalya escort running. I felt the air surround me. I felt like every nerve ending in my body was alive tonight. I pushed my legs harder despite the protesting burn. I was close to the address — only half a block left. Then I tripped. I didn’t know I was falling until I face-planted. I bit my tongue as I fell. I could taste the metallic flavoring of blood as it filled my mouth. My knee hurt and I figured I scrapped it along with my hands. My body was exhausted…I couldn’t move. No, no, no. Please god no. I heard footsteps coming from behind me. Shit! Fuck! Damnit! I felt tears slide down my cheeks. I was fuckin screwed.

Finally the footsteps from behind came to me and I was yanked up violently by my hair. I felt hot, nasty breath in my ear as He said “So little bitch, you thought you could get away from me.”

He lightly nipped my earlobe as he ‘coyly’ continued in a fake sweet voice, “Hmmm what should your punishment be? How about I let you watch as me and my men fuck out Jalen and Whitney’s brains and kill them? Would that tickle your fancy?” He chuckled.

“Fuck you bastard!” I hissed malevolently. The sound of my voice even shocked me. I never knew I was capable of sounding so… so menacing. I felt a punch to my gut and another to my ribs. I felt punches and kicks to me everywhere as He felt me up. I could feel His erection on the small of my back. It repulsed me to no end. Suddenly, the punching and kicking and feeling up ceased. That didn’t make me feel any better. I was dragged into a darker part of the street. I felt my clothing (the clothing Jale got me) being ripped off along with the sounds of pants being unzipped. I tried to struggle away but to iron clamps that some may call hands held me down. I was turned over onto all fours and held down again. I felt someone come up behind me.

Two seconds later I felt the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt and probably will feel. This man was a lot bigger and thicker than Him and all the others. I screamed out in pain. That was a bad idea because I felt someone shove their nasty dick into my mouth. My eyes were tearing as I gagged and choked.

Every man took a turn at my mouth and ass…more than once. When they were done, my butt felt slimy with blood and their essence and with every breath I took, it pulsed with pain. My mouth tasted disgusting as I threw up again. I didn’t even have the strength to move so I ended up falling face flat into it. That repulsed me even more. I felt empty…abused…lost. Before I could black out, heard the crack of a whip before it occurred to me that I was just hit.

I don’t know how long it went on for, but again each man took a turn at whipping me as hard as they could. I screamed and begged for them to stop…that made them laugh and beat me harder. antalya escort bayan Finally, when I was bloodied and bruised from the inside out, He said “Now I’m gonna mark you. Show you whose slut you are.” With that, He pulled out a knife and began carving something into my back. I blacked out after that.

**

I woke up in hell again. Somehow my mind managed a silent laugh. Hell seemed to be the place I lived at. Finally the blurry grogginess cleared from my eyes. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. This place was completely foreign to me. Everything fell into the color scheme of black and gray. The walls were brick with peeling black paint over them. In front of me was a glass window. Outside of it was a room in all white. It reminded me of a padded room in a psych ward. I chuckled to myself as I thought — more wished- that maybe I went crazy and this whole experience was a cruel dream. Ha! As if I could be that lucky.

I tried to move my head to take in more of my surroundings. I couldn’t. Something was keeping my head in place. I tried to move my arms and legs and found out that my wrists were chained to the chairs armrests and my legs were chained to the legs of the chair. I couldn’t move either limb more than half an inch from the chair. Damn.

I jumped when the giant door opened. I huge man stepped in and looked at me. He smiled a predatory smile as he said “I see you’re up princess.” His eyes trailed my body as he licked his lips. I swallowed the rising bile as I came to notice that I was naked and that the perv was blowing me a kiss. With a short chortle, he left the room. I heard him yell, “Princess is up, boss!” A few minutes later, a spotlight shined on me as I squinted my eyes some from the sudden change lighting. A spotlight also came on in the ‘padded room.’ The door opened and He came through with one of his men. He leaned down and close to me as he whispered in my ear, “Ready for your punishment?” Then he laughed.

The door to the white room opened two and who walked through made my blood run cold and my stomach clench.

In walked Jalen and Whitney. Both of them were bloodied and bruised and had their hands chained behind them. Jalen looked at me with hollowed eyes. When he recognized that it was me, his eyes sprang to life as silent tears trailed down his cheeks. I let out a sob. Whitney also looked at me. He eyes held nothing but pure hatred in them. It was so strong that I had to close my eyes. Despite Jalen and I’s relationship, Whitney and I were no more than acquaintances. She avoided me like I was the black plague and tended to make snide or cruel comments. I would love to say that she was a bitch, but if I were in her position, I would be the same. When word went around that I was His favorite, everyone avoided me. They knew that if they made a close escort antalya relationship with me, they would be part of any punishment I got. Whitney and Jalen were well aware of that. However, Jalen didn’t care. Whitney tried to separate us to protect her brother, but she failed. So she tried to make me become more distant.

If only I succumbed to Whitney’s wiles…they wouldn’t be in this situation. I let out another sob as tears streamed freely from my eyes. I let out a sobbing scream as He slapped me hard on my face.

“Keep your eyes open bitch! I want you to bask in this,” He said. I did just that. After a while…after going through so much pain, you just stop being defiant and do anything to get away from it.

So I kept my eyes opened and watched and sobbed as men, including Him, raped and fucked Whitney and Jalen from every hole that they could fit their dicks in. The images of Jalen’s hole gaping and bleeding was imbedded in my head as their screams echoed in my ears. All of our faces were tear streaked.

Finally, they stopped. Jalen and Whitney didn’t even have the strength to sit up. They lay on the floor looking dejected. They might as well have been dead.

One of the men left the room for a minute and came back with a box. “Here comes the grand finale,” He said. My heart stopped when the man pulled out a handgun.

He chuckled as he said, “That gun is filled with Winchester Enhanced Ranger T bullets. I figure a pansy like you wouldn’t know what that is, so I’ll be nice enough to explain it to ya. See that bullet, when shot into a person, it bursts into six petals. And now when that happens…well…I’ll be damn surprised if anyone survived that…especially at point blank.” He chuckled again.

I must be dead. I wasn’t breathing and I was damn sure that my heart wasn’t beating. “Oh…oh god,” I sobbed. I began hyperventilating. Each wheezy inhale made me cry more. I didn’t know what to do.

So I begged. “Please. Please don’t kill them. I’m sorry! I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do anything. I swear! Please….please….have a soul.” He only chuckled and signaled to the man with the gun. The man yanked Whitney to a standing position. She was screaming and bawling…begging for her life. The man slapped her hard into deliriousness when she began struggling to much. Jalen was on the floor sobbing and whimpering along with Whitney. Somehow Whitney summoned more hatred and stared directly at me.

Click.

Safety was removed.

Click.

His finger was on the trigger.

Boom.

He pulled the trigger. Whitney’s head basically ceased to exist. Her blood splattered everywhere. I almost threw up. Chunks of flesh and blood sprinkled the gunman’s face. I did throw up when he licked away the blood and guts that his tongue could reach. What used to be Whitney’s body slumped to the floor. Both Jalen and I were in shock. Jalen broke out of it first. He screamed. He howled. The pure agony in it killed me. It shattered my world.

The man put the gun against Jalen’s head. Jalen mouthed ‘I love you’ to me. I mouthed it back to him. His finger was on the trigger.

Boom.

To be continued~

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This is a ‘semi-true’ story. For years my wanting to have gay sex was something I had to keep to myself. My greatest fear was someone finding out that I fantasized about being thrown down on my bed and fucked stupid by a nameless, faceless stud. Many nights when the shadows filled my room I was on hands and knees naked imagining my hips gripped firmly and my ass fucked soundly. The shadows allowed me to go places I was never allowed to go by day.

It didn’t help that I was brought up in a mid-western town where 1955 was still present and Ozzy and Harriet lived next door,or so I thought. I would later learn that my home town was in fact a haven of swingers where many wives in my old neighborhood often participated in ‘sex parties’ when their husbands were off deer hunting. It was quite a shock to realize that so many of our quiet, conservative neighbors were in fact swingers. Though I never saw this for myself it was something to ponder.

The closest I came to seeing my ‘dreams’ come true was in senior year when my best friend attempted to seduce me. He had succeeded in getting me naked and on his bed. He even had his mouth on my cock…which I was loving…until he gagged, something in my brain clicked and I freaked. His plan was to eventually fuck my ass. Something I wish he had done ‘before’ gagging on my cock.

Somehow I feel that had he done that first..or had I sucked him off first…my freak out would have been less significant…or at least more timely as he would have already had his fun. The guilt factor of a church going, supposedly conservative upbringing really fucks up the enjoyment of exploring alternative sexuality.

Years went by and I never sought to explore further. It happened that I moved to another small town where the whole world seemed to know who fucked who. Maybe it was my paranoia of being discovered, but it seemed to me that everyone knew who was fucking who. Not a place where anonymous exploration could take place and I wanted my private moments ‘private’.

So I did what was expected and dated women. I had a great time but there was something missing, though I felt that I had to keep it to myself. Once again when I was alone and the shadows had closed in I was free to invite my ‘stud’ to my bed where he would ravage my body in all manner of pleasurable ways until the light of day forced me to hide my wants once again. Such was how I lived, with my wants hidden away from the world. Marriage, kids and several dogs later my wants had yet to be met with fewer opportunities to be ‘alone’ with my imaginary stud.

Then one day I was browsing the internet and came across a site that interested me. EP, I will only use the initials because I am being lazy at the moment. It was a social networking site were you could share your life experiences and vent your life frustrations, wants and desires without the world knowing who you were if you didn’t want them to. My first day I came across a story of a mans experience. It was exactly the kind of experience I’d dreamed of and wanted for so long.

On a whim I contacted the author. Strangely there was no second thought or fear…I wanted to at least share with this man that what he had done…was exactly what I have wanted for so long. Later that day he answered my note. Deep inside, I felt as though I had met someone special, that finally my imaginary stud had arrived.

Something, came over me as we chatted. I wanted to hear his voice..so I asked if we could talk. He text his number and I dialed it with shaking, nervous fingers. His voice was gentle, kind and understanding…I was rock hard instantly…something about his demeanor caused me to throw caution I’d usually out the window.

My heart pounded with excitement and my cock ached…yes…finally I thought finally. His name is Andrew. I knew from the moment I heard his voice I would have no trouble with him tearing my clothes off and fucking me.

Months passed and we emailed and called each other until finally one day ‘he’ called me. He was in town for a seminar and had booked a room near Asillomar, a secluded and exclusive resort on the coast and just a few minutes from where I was. My heart leaped into my throat in both fear and excitement. My fear came from being confronted with something I’d both avoided and longed for. I was excited for the same reason. Within the hour I was in his room. Neither of us wanted to waist time in a bar so we had agreed to meet directly in his room. We were both nervous even though we’d been talking and emailing for a long time.

He didn’t pounce on me immediately though he did hand me a rather large glass of wine. I downed it rather quickly..he laughed. It was the first time I’d seen him in the flesh he was good looking, muscular and had a kind smile. Of course we’d seen pictures of each other but afyon escort this was the first time I was meeting him. As nervous as I was..I knew..that the next time I went through that door I was going to be thoroughly fucked.

Before I realized it I’d downed three glasses and was feeling more relaxed. We were in a nice ocean front suite where the ocean breeze blew in through an open patio door. We talked for a while as the wine took effect with Andrew moving slightly closer to me as the tension eased. Then I felt his hand rest on my shoulder and begin to massage it gently. A kind of test to see if I was going to flinch…or freak out. I looked into his eyes and unconsciously began undoing my jeans…letting them fall open…Andrew took my cue moved to kneel in front of me…and slid my jeans off so that I was naked from the waist down. Then standing up he undid his jeans and let them fall. He to was naked from the waist down…and for the first time..since high school I was..seeing another mans cock. My heart beat wildly inside my chest as desire, nervousness and wine caused me to spin. Andrew reached for my hand and pulled me up. He led me to the open patio door so that we were just inside yet able to enjoy the cool Pacific breeze. Moving behind me I felt his arms wrap around my chest..and his hard, warm flesh press against me. I lifted myself up so that his cock now parted my cheeks…and slid under me. I could see and feel his warm cock as it pressed between my cheeks.

It was at this time I began to shake uncontrollably. It wasn’t fear or anything like that…but a surfacing of long suppressed want. Andrews arm was around my chest pressing my back to his chest…while his free hand was stroking my thigh,ass and cock….driving my want further and further…Unconsciously…I pressed my ass onto the base of his cock…so that I could feel his warmth better. I was turned on by the fact that his erection was for me…that it would be…very soon buried deep inside my ass…throbbing…pumping and shooting cum into me. Andrew pressed his pelvis into my ass and whispered…”Hi” and his lips caressed my neck. That was it..I was his. We stayed like this for a bit..before retiring to the shower..where he cleansed me…inside and out.

Once that was done he climbed into the shower with me…where he pressed me up against the cold shower tile..holding my wrists out wide..spread eagle as he nibbled and bit on my ears and neck. I felt loops of rope around my wrists..just enough to control me…but only if I wanted to be controlled. I could have easily pulled out of them..I didn’t. A hand slid down my back as his lips kissed and licked on my ears and neck..driving me crazy…his hand slid to my ass…and parted my cheeks…and a solitary finger…circled my hole…probing just a little…and circling some more. “How does this feel?” he whispered. All I could do was moan and spread my legs wider…indicating that he could proceed further.

He chuckled…”Good” he whispered. Adjusting the water so that it didn’t interfere with him..he knelt behind me and I felt my ass cheeks part..hot breath…and a warm, silky smooth tongue began to circle my hole. This caused me to moan out a low “Fuuuck” as he slowly and deliberately tortured me with extreme pleasure. Arching my back to give him better access he, without warning, buried his tongue deep into me.

I was in heaven. “Oh God” I cried as he tongue fucked me right there against the shower tile. My forehead pressed into the cold tile as his wonderful tongue slithered in and out of my hole. I rocked my ass back and forth against his intrusions hoping to entice more of his tongue onto me. Andrew did this for as long as he could before the confinement of the shower forced us to vacate to the bed.

He took control, turning off the shower and leading me to the bed where he made me lay down…face down. My face buried in a pillow..I felt his weight crawl onto the bed…between my legs…and resumed performing magic on my ass with his tongue. It was a better angle for both of us..because now we were both more comfortable…Again…I felt his wonderful tongue bury its length into me. My hands reached back and spread my cheeks wide…as he settled into a lovely protracted session of tongue fucking.

It was clearly something he loved doing…I was by no means going to argue…I could have stayed there all night. I bit into the pillow and lost myself in pleasure. Out of nowhere..I moaned his name…”Andrew…” Of course, when he would rest, he would insert two long fingers into me…and finger fuck my ass…a harbinger of delicious treats to come. The first time he did this….My back arched automatically…and he pumped his fingers in and out then rotating them. It was impossible to say which I enjoyed more, his tongue or afyon escort bayan his fingers…as he was employing both…I wasn’t complaining..not in the least.

Eventually and unfortunately my bliss session had to come to a temporary end. This was due to the fact that Andrew having worked himself to a frenzy of lust needed attention himself. I was so hot that I was more than willing to accommodate ‘any’ situation he may have had in mind.

Rolling over I sat up leaning against the headboard Andrew crawled up so that he was straddling me with his cock in my face. I took his cue and took his cock into my mouth. Andrew was leaning against the wall looking down at me as his cock slid into my mouth. He rocked his pelvis back and forth just a little as inch by inch I learned to take his cock deeper. In this position he could pump his cock into my mouth with relative ease. He used shallow motions at first as I got used to his cock.

Little by little I could take more and more. I enjoyed feeling his warmth sliding into my mouth. I was turned on by the fact that I was giving him pleasure. “God, your mouth feels so good..I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am” he said. I cupped his balls…as he pumped himself a little deeper. I gagged…he pulled back..waited and I wrapped my hands around his thighs.. and pulled him in again. I’m not sure why but the fact that I had gagged on his cock turned me on more. With each successive thrust I felt his cock bypass my gag reflex…until I hardly noticed it anymore.

The position we were in was ok for me..but tiring for Andrew so we switched up. I lay on my back hanging my head off the bed while he stood on the floor. No words were needed and he pressed his cock to my lips again. To my surprise it was easier to take him deeper in this position. What he did next not only turned me on but made it easier for me to take his cock. He hooked his fingers around my neck, lifted and began fucking my mouth and throat. I wrapped my hands around his thighs..and controlled the depth and timing of his thrusts..until I felt his cock slide past my gag..and into my throat. I could feel his entire cock sliding back and forth going deeper and deeper until I felt the base of this cock touch my lips. My eyes opened wide in surprise once I realized what had just happened. I had just deep throated a cock…!!!

My heart was beating with excitement. Andrew was looking down at me watching his cock slip in and out of my mouth. “That is so hot” he whispered. Obviously I wasn’t able to respond. It had been a while since he’d been with a man, but in spite of that he lasted a long time. We got into a comfortable rhythm where either he was thrusting or I was pulling his cock into me.

After ten minutes or so, not that I was counting, but if I had to guess it was ten minutes, he began to twitch “Rich, I’m…going to cum sooon…Uhm..what do you want me to do…?” My answer was to pull his cock into my throat..and kept pumping him in and out until I felt his cock swell and heard a deep groan begin to roll up from deep inside his chest. He was going to cum…and I wanted swallow his cum.

Amazingly he didn’t change his pace..but rather kept up the steady…lock step we’d fallen into. Then he groaned…shoved his cock deeper that it had gone before…and let out a low moan as his body jerked as hot jets of his cum shot down my throat.

The idea that he was cumming and that I had been instrumental in that…was a massive turn on. By the time he had finished cumming I was in need of a breath and so he pulled out. He fell on the bed as I rolled over onto my stomach and grinned as I pressed my face into pillow. I was so turned on by what I had just done..I was speechless.

A warm hand fell to the small of my back and slid down to my ass cupping it and squeezing it as Andrew rolled over and slid an arm around my waist. “Thank you. I didn’t actually think you would take my cum…at least not so soon. He nuzzled my neck for a short while before getting up and retrieving the wine and glasses we had left on the coffee table. The sun had been going down when I got there it was now dark so Andrew turned on a light and dimmed it..so that we had enough light to see. Sitting next to me on the bed Andrew handed me a glass.

Once I had it in my hand he dropped his hand to my cock which was raging. He cupped my balls and grasped my cock and began a gentle massage, of a sort. I slammed my wine back and he whispered “your turn” and he pushed me back on the pillows. His mouth engulfed my cock and began giving me a magnificent, slow and blissful blow job. It had been so long since I’d had ‘any’ head I was lost in the sensation.

He didn’t let me cum right away…but made it last…building me up…settling me down…building up…settling escort afyon down…until finally I whispered..”Please”. He smiled and made me cum…I came with such force…I thought I’d black out. My back arched up off the bed…as I felt his mouth clamp tightly around my cock and take every drop of my cum…It felt as though I was being sucked dry…I was. But as I came…he was having me sniff something that not only increased my orgasm..it helped me maintain my mental sex drive.

It had been years since I could cum and keep going but now..I was in the midst of an orgasm…and my urge instead of ebbing was surging…even more than before…and I came again…or was it simply a second wave of the same orgasm? As I lay panting from Andrews attentions..he poured me another wine..and helped me sit up again. He as smiling grandly clearly pleased with my reaction.

Looking outside then back at me he said. “I know I should have mentioned this earlier…but there is a nice hot tub in the patio. Since its dark…I figured now would be a good time to go hang out in it…until…’ his voice trailed off as he grinned…’ya know…until you’re ready” I smiled back at him but said nothing but rather grabbed the wine bottle..and stood up to walk to the hot tub. He hopped off the bed..grabbed his glass and followed.

He got in first..then indicated that I sit next to him. The warm water bathed us as we relaxed. It wasn’t long before I was lying in the crook of his arm resting my head on his shoulder. It wasn’t long after that that his hand drifted to my ass…and shortly after that…Andrew had a nice, long finger teasing my hole circling and occasionally probing me. I moved to his lap so that I was sitting across it laying in his left arm…as he fingered me with the two middle fingers of his right.

I felt his fingers tease me give me a taste of what he had in store for me..part of me wished we could fuck…right there…now…only there was not enough privacy..for the kind of attention he wanted to give. That and there was a party just next door..with more than a few people stumbling by the bush that offered us cover.

The idea that someone might catch us…only stimulated my excitement..but neither of us wanted to be interrupted in the middle of things. So after having two close calls we decided to head in. Just before we decided this..Andrew asked…”Are you ready for…for..me?”

It wasn’t a fair question, I mean he had two fingers buried to the knuckle in my ass…when he asked it. Of course..I said “Yes…Please…Please…” It was almost a whimper.

Andrew dried us both off once we entered the semi darkness of the suite. He pulled me to him..and kissed my cheek..neck…and mouth. It was the first time I’d kissed another man…ever. But as I was about to be fucked by a man…it made sense. As he kissed me..he walked me to the bed…pushed me onto the mattress and whispered…”I want to watch your face…as I enter you…” He kissed me again.”That and it makes it easier to kiss you this way..” My heart beat mercilessly in my chest.

Andrew reached for the lube and applied it to my ass then to his granite hard cock. Pausing only a moment…he took me by the ankles and lifted them to his shoulders…grasped my waist…and lifted me to his waiting cock. Slow moments passed…an eternity…and I felt his hot, throbbing heat pulsing at my entrance…or was it my heart beat…I couldn’t tell. “Ready?” he whispered..I nodded….and for the first time…ever..I felt a flesh and blood cock…slip into me.

We had played over the net and skype with my dildos for a long time..so I was ready for him…so ready…I felt his body heat mix with mine…his breath catch…No pain…none…and I felt his cock burrow into my ass…in the dim light..I could see the shadow of his cock disappearing into me. Slowly we came together. As his pelvis..touched my ass..my phone rang.

My wife was wondering how my meeting was going. Andrew smiled…his cock twitching inside me…I answered with “my meeting is going fine…just fine..but we are still in the middle of it…I’ll call you when I’m done….ok?…Bye”

I hung up my phone…turned it off…..and tossed it away…Andrew was smiling…”That could have been fun…if you kept talking to her while I fucked you” he said.

I smiled up at him…”maybe someday…but this is ‘my’ time…I want to share it alone with you..” With that Andrews smile did not fade..but grew more serious…

“Yes..Yes…I’d rather not share this moment either” and he kissed me.

The shadows engulfed us…and I was once again lost in the shadows…with my stud…only he wasn’t imaginary…not anymore….in the darkness of the night I felt his cock pumping slowly into me…gently at first…and our bodies came together with a soft “puk”.

“Andrew…fuck me..fuck me please..” I whispered.

He fucked me…as the shadows engulfed us both..the sound of his pelvis slapping my ass filled the air until he groaned into my ear…”I’m cumming” and filled me with his cum…for the first time…the first time…of many to cum.

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BILL

In the two months since my wife began dating Drew our lives have taken a dramatic turn.

That morning that Drew came to our condo looking for Shelly was transformative.

That was the first time I had submitted to another man, giving into my closeted desire to suck another man’s cock.

It was an incredible sexual rush for me.

But when Shelly pulled us into the bedroom, giddy with excitement and laughing at how turned on I was by Drew’s big dick, things did not turn out quite the way I expected.

I thought we might have a threesome.

But Drew really wanted no part of man-to-man action — even if he was only the recipient. He was totally into my wife, and she was into him way more than she was into me.

I was able to eat her pussy and occasionally touch and even lick his cock. But he wasn’t crazy about me touching him, and even kind of recoiled when I did.

I was between her legs licking her luscious pussy when she told him to fuck her. “Please, Baby, give my that big hard dick of yours!” she said. “I need you in me right now. Right now Baby! Please!”

He moved me aside and lined his cock up with her pussy. But then he just kind of teased her, placing just the tip of his cock inside, then pulling out.

“Come on Sweetheart, don’t tease me!” she screamed. “Give it to me! Fuck me, God dammit!”

Then he plunged into her and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling his head down for deep, open-mouth kissing.

It was incredibly erotic. It turned me on so much I started masturbating as I watched them, spellbound.

“You need this now don’t you Baby? He said. “You need my big cock now don’t you?”

“Oh my God, yes, yes, yes,” she said. “I can’t get enough of you and your big dick. It’s so good. So fucking amazing!”

“You are mine now, Sweetheart!” he said.

“MMMMmmmmm,” she moaned. “Just fuck me. Keep fucking me!”

I closed my eyes as my orgasm hit, my cum landing on my left leg and the bed.

Eventually, I left them, got dressed and went for a walk to try to sort things out in my mind.

Later, when Drew left and we had time together, Shelly and I shared our thoughts about where all of this had taken us.

I told her that her affair with Drew was obviously a big turn on for me — strange as that seems. But it also hurts me deeply. Hurts me to the core. Especially since it was now clear she wants him more than me.

Plus, I am still deeply in love with my wife.

Shelly broke down in tears, as I held her in my arms, telling me she never thought another man could come between us. She thought this was just going to be a kind of erotic adventure as the two of us had discussed over the previous days and weeks.

But she admitted, she had fallen in love with Drew. She needed him now — physically and emotionally.

I angrily told her she promised this would not happen, that she would always be mine.

She was sobbing as I held her at arms length from me.

“I know, I know. I didn’t want this to happen,” she said. “But he has just become the center of my life, the object of everything I want and desire. I can’t help it, Baby! I am so sorry! I am in love with him!”

An hour later, she was showered, dressed and headed over to be with Drew.

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Now, about two months later, I am the odd man out. Drew sleeps with my wife in our master bedroom. I have moved into the spare bedroom.

At first, I think they tried to be somewhat discreet about their relationship in public. But by the way they looked at each other, sometimes discreetly touching each other and just generally the way they behaved with each other, you could tell that they had become intimate.

And in recent weeks, they gave up any pretense of discretion. They were going out together more and more — for lunch, for walks even weekend dates.

Shelly had stopped wearing her engagement and wedding rings.

Eventually, all of our friends and neighbors knew my wife and Drew had become lovers, and that he had replaced me in my wife’s love life.

Now, at this point, Shelly and I are no longer intimate. She and Drew have become exclusive. And now they have become very open about their relationship.

Last Sunday, I was in the pool at our condo complex playing water volleyball with a group of our neighbors when Shelly and Drew came through the gate to the pool deck holding hands.

Some people turned and looked at me, and I just kind of gave a look of resignation and acceptance. One guy leaned over to me and said “That is fucking outrageous! Why is she holding hands with him? Why is she always with him now?”

“I can’t totally explain it,” I said. “But, as much as it hurts me to see that, I just think she seems to need him now.”

They were putting their towels on side-by-side loungers. Next he was rubbing her down with sunscreen. Then she was caressing him as she rubbed sunscreen onto him. They were clearly a couple, and making no attempt to hide it.

I had to get out of the pool and leave, adana escort I just couldn’t take the public humiliation anymore.

And yet… and yet, back at our condo, I was so aroused by the way I saw them behave in public — in front of our friends and in front of me — that I went into my bedroom and jerked off to the images of them almost flaunting their Love affair!

Some of our neighbors shun us now. Some look at me with pity; some with disgust that I could accept such an arrangement.

Shelly almost seems to glow when she is with him. I have to admit, they look amazing together — both of them so fit and sexy.

Other things have changed too.

With Shelly’s encouragement, I have now accepted and embraced my bisexuality, my desire to be with a man.

I have gone to a few gay nightclubs to meet men. I have danced with a few guys — even wound up in one guy’s car making out with him and sucking his dick.

It still turns me on when I think of the way he held my head, pumping me up and down on his hard dick.

Then, when I felt him tense up, I knew he was about to cum and started to pull off. But he held me there and I didn’t resist. I wanted to taste his cum.

It wasn’t the taste, but the idea of it that gave me a huge sexual rush. I swallowed every drop and licked the last remnants from his beautiful cock. Then we kissed with open mouths, with this guy — Ed — tasting some of the cum I had licked from his dick.

I replayed every delicious moment of that encounter when I got home and masturbated to an incredible orgasm.

That was a pretty good night and gave me great memories to jerk off to.

But usually I came home from the clubs frustrated, not really finding what I wanted.

And to be honest, I am not really sure what it is I want. But I do know I want be with a dominant man who kind of takes charge.

SHELLY

It is amazing to think of the twists and turns and surprises that life brings your way.

I thought Bill and I had a solid marriage when we embarked on this adventure that our friends Jessica and Matt had kind of pushed us into.

Bill and I had both become aroused by the idea of this sexy guy pursuing me and trying to seduce me.

I found him charming, very sexy, very attractive. I fantasized about making love to him. And I admitted all of that to Bill. He said he was jealous, but he was also incredibly aroused. We would have incredible sex after talking about it.

And then Drew asked me out. That was a big step for all three of us.

Bill was upset, angry at first. But I admitted I wanted to go out with Drew, and my husband reluctantly agreed I could go.

Then, on our first date, I spent most of the night with Drew. We made love several times, and it was beyond fucking incredible! Jesus, I couldn’t get enough of his passion, his big, amazing dick and the way he dominated me.

After Drew and I made love, there simply was no turning back. I still cared for my husband.

But I was quickly falling in love with Drew, this new sexy, dominant black man who could take me places I had never experienced when making love.

Then I discovered Bill found Drew to be sexy as well. My husband actually submitted — at first reluctantly and then enthusiastically — to sucking my boyfriend’s big, amazing dick.

What a revelation that was! In a way, I felt it gave me the freedom to pursue my love and lust for Drew with abandon.

Drew was not crazy about my husband being somewhat involved that one and only time we all had sex together.

Actually, he didn’t like the idea of Bill being involved with us at all. He said he was definitely not into my husband touching him and sucking him.

So that only happened one time.

Also, Drew and I both quickly decided we want our relationship to be monogamous, exclusive — just him and me and no others!

My husband was definitely not happy about that. He still wanted to make love to me. But I just felt I wanted to be faithful to Drew, so I refused. And finally Bill has accepted that.

So now Drew and I sleep together in the master bedroom and my husband sleeps in the spare bedroom where he has moved all of his clothes.

Basically, Drew has replaced my husband as the main man in my life — and, I have to say, as the man of our home.

Bill has also begun exploring his bisexuality. I have actually encouraged him to do that as I think it is something he has repressed.

One day I was looking for the ironing board and iron I kept in the closet in the spare bedroom where Bill now sleeps and I found his stash of porn magazines and DVDs. Some of it involved bisexuality. But quite a bit of it was gay.

It is pretty obvious my husband fantasizes about having sex with men. But I don’t know if he has actually been with another man yet.

BILL

I came home from work the other day to find Shelly ironing.

I had to laugh. “Oh my God, Shelly I haven’t seen you ironing in years. What’s going on?”

“Some adana escort bayan of these shirts Drew wears aren’t as wrinkle-free as they claim,” she said. “I told him I’d iron them for him.”

“He’s a lucky man!”

“Ha!” She chuckles. “He used to say that about you.”

“Obviously, my luck has changed!”

She stands the iron up and comes from behind the board to hug me affectionately.

“I’m sorry Baby. I never intended for this to happen,” she says. She kisses me on the cheek and says “You know I still care for you. I still love you. It’s just different now. That’s all.”

“I know. It’s just hard to deal with all of this sometimes,” I tell her.

She leans her head on my shoulder as we hold each other for a few moments.

Then she pulls away and says “By the way, when I was going through the closet in your room looking for the iron, I found your stash of porn.”

“Oh fuck! That’s not good! Sorry, I just need something!”

“No, no … of course you do. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s natural to have desires and a need for some kind of release. I think that’s perfectly normal,” she says.

“But Bill, I noticed a lot of your porn involves men with other men. Have you gone out with another man, or had sex with a man or anything?”

“No, well not really. I have just discovered the idea of being with another man really turns me on. I guess I have always been curious about it, but before all this I just tried not to think about it.”

“Okay, I understand that. But you said ‘not really.’ What do you mean by that, have you met someone or something?”

“No, I definitely have not met anyone. But I have been to a few gay clubs. And one time, well I had an experience with another guy that was kind of exciting.”

I told her about the guy I danced with, how I wound up making out with him and sucking his dick.

“Wow!” She said. “That sounds pretty hot. Are you going to see him again?”

“Well, no. That was just a one-time thing. Usually I just have a few drinks when I go to those clubs, then come home and fantasize about what I would like to happen.”

I tell her when I go to the clubs I am so nervous and paranoid that I will see someone who knows me that I have trouble starting a conversation with anyone.

“That one time with that guy, Ed,” I tell her, “I was over in a darkened corner just kind of dancing on my own to the music when he approached and started dancing with me. We took a break after a couple songs and he invited out to his car to share a joint.”

I told her the weed helped me get over my inhibitions and nervousness, and pretty soon we were kissing and I was feeling for his dick.

“I can’t tell you how much of a turn on that was for me! I wanted him so badly at that point! I still can’t believe I did it, but I sucked his dick! I gave him a blow job!”

I tell her how I would like to maybe have a boyfriend, someone I could maybe have a relationship with. But I just don’t know how to make that happen.

SHELLY

My husband was not too happy when I told him Drew knows a gay guy who said he would like to meet him. Bill was upset that Drew and I had talked about finding a man he might want to go out with. In fact, he was furious.

But Drew says the guy who supplies him weed is gay and very personable. Drew told Jared about Bill being bisexual, and how he is just now coming out in a way, but having trouble meeting someone he wants to be with.

So the last time Jared came by to drop off some pot, Drew introduced them to each other.

It was a little awkward at first. But Jared lit up a joint and passed it around. Pretty soon conversation started flowing pretty smoothly, and Bill seemed relaxed, even comfortable.

It looked to me like Bill and Jared were kind of checking each other out. In fact, the more Bill smoked, the more he seemed interested in everything Jared said.

Jared is a big guy — probably about 6’2″ — with broad shoulders, brown hair, a nicely trimmed beard and a deep voice. He seemed very masculine — certainly not the kind of guy I would think was gay.

It was early evening, and when Drew saw these guys seemed to like each other he said “Hey, Shell and I were planning dinner out, why don’t you two join us. I’m buying!”

BILL

Unfucking believable that Shelly had talked to Drew about me and my desire to have a relationship with a man. She had no fucking right to share what I told her in confidence with him — or anyone for that matter!

But I have to say Drew’s friend, Jared, seems like a very cool guy, and I felt a definite attraction.

I was very self-conscious when Drew introduced me to him. It was an awkward moment. But when Jared passed around a joint that really helped to loosen things up.

I noticed he kept looking at me and smiling like he was checking me out. It embarrassed me at first, but as the weed kicked in I started glancing back and smiling and checking him out.

At one point, when I glanced at him and he looked at me and escort adana reached down and rubbed his crotch. I quickly glanced away, nervous, but excited.

“Do you smoke weed a lot Bill?” He asked.

“Well, this is the first time in a long time, but I might want try it more,” I said. So we exchanged cell numbers.

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Now my wife’s boyfriend is taking us all out to dinner and it’s almost as if Jared an I are on a double date with Shelly and Drew! The idea of that gives me a rush; makes me hard!

After dinner, Jared says we should all go out clubbing. He says he knows a great dance club. It turns out to be a gay dance club I have been to a couple times.

Lights strobe the dance floor as we grab drinks at the bar.

Drew and Shelly hit the dance floor.

Jared tells me I look nervous and that I should just relax. He says, “Come on, lets go outside and have some weed.”

We are standing in a dark corner of the parking lot between a couple pickups when he lights up, takes a hit and hands it to me. I inhale deeply, taking in too much and start coughing.

“Go easy,” he says as he takes back the joint. “I’m glad I met you. You’re sexy! You just need to settle down. Be yourself!”

I look into his eyes as he leans forward and our lips meet, softly at first. Then he pulls me to him and I wrap my arms around him. The kiss intensifies.

My emotions are going crazy, my dick — hard as oak — as we start making out. His tongue pushes between my lips as I give into my lust, opening for him, receiving him, craving him. One of his hands goes to my ass and pulls me into him. I feel his hardon rubbing against mine.

I reach down to feel him, to fondle his hard cock. MMMmmmmmm so hard, and he feels big. “I want this,” I tell him.

“And I’m going to give it to you Baby. We are going to have fun. I want this,” he says as he squeezes my ass.

We walk back inside holding hands and he pulls me to the dance floor. We are gyrating like all the other couples and looking into each others’ eyes with intensity and desire.

He pulls me to him, spins me around and grinds his hard dick against my ass. I bend at the waist and push my butt into him. Inviting him to take me!

He pulls me up, wraps his arms around my chest and kisses my neck.

I look around and notice my wife and Drew have moved right next to us. Shelly raises her eyebrows, nods her head and mouths the words “Wow! Sexy!”

I close my eyes and nod my head up and down as Jared fondles my ass.

The night becomes a blur of lust and booze and arousal and desire.

And then Jared and I are making out in the back seat as Drew drives us home.

He has my shirt mostly unbuttoned, his head bent to my chest as he nips and flicks his tongue over my nipples. I am fondling the hard bulge between his legs, anxious to get him alone so I can suck his big hard cock.

“Hey boys, calm down! Save some of that passion for when we get home,” my wife says as she looks back at us from the front seat.

All of us know Jared will be spending the night with me. No one has to say anything to make it happen.

When we get home, Shelly and Drew head to their bedroom, and Shelly just says “See you two in the morning.”

Jared pulls me to him for a deep kiss, his tongue insinuating itself into my mouth, his hands groping my ass as he pulls me into his hard dick.

Minutes later our clothes are strewn all over the floor and we are groping and kissing each other in the shower.

His body is hard, sexy with a light covering of dark hair on his chest, plus a happy trail leading down to the goods.

We are fondling each others’ cocks when I suddenly can’t resist any longer and fall to my knees, reach for his gorgeous, hard cock and pull him to me.

I inhale deeply as I kiss and caress and lick and taste his hard-on. Then I take him into my mouth as my hands on his legs and ass pull him into me.

Fuck, I am so excited, I am hyperventilating. I have wanted this for so long. And he is such a hot specimen.

He pulls me up and says “lets get clean so we can take this to bed. I want to fuck you!”

In the shower, we are soaping ourselves up and down when he reaches for me, pulls me in for more kissing. Our hard dicks are fencing with each other as he reaches behind me to fondle my ass.

He soaps the crack between my cheeks, then pushes a finger into my hole. He pulls it out and pushes it back in, fucking and cleaning me with his finger as we kiss with open mouths.

Minutes later we are on the bed naked and making out. I am playing with his cock as he gropes my ass. I want to suck him again. And he raises up until his cock is at my head and lowers himself into my hungry mouth.

He pumps in and out as he fucks my mouth with his glorious cock. I pull him out of my mouth and lick the length of his cock from the base to the crown, savoring every inch of it.

Suddenly he pulls away, moves down my body and takes my dick in his hand, gently kissing it. Licking it. Then going down on it, stroking with his hand as he pumps me in and out of his mouth.

He lifts my ass and licks my balls, then raises the ball sack and starts tonguing my horny hole.

I am whimpering as he pushes in a finger and starts stroking in an out, in and out.

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“Uh,” Greg was completely taken aback by the gesture, searching his mind for a verbal response. Bruce took advantage of the moment, leaned his head to one side and filled Greg’s slightly open mouth this his tongue.

Instantly, the doctor took him into his arms, not giving any kind of protest whatsoever. He latched onto the man aggressively, pressing his entire body against Bruce firmly. Their tongues danced with the others in a sense of struggle for dominance. But in Bruce’s arms Greg was always submissive, yielding to the man whatever he desired of the doctor.

“Lose the gloves, Greg,” Bruce pulled back only enough to whisper to the doctor.

“Oh,” Greg detached from him, taking them off, habitually allowing the one glove to turn inside out. As he pulled off the remaining one, he turned the glove inside out with the first one stuffed in the palm. He tossed them into the trash receptacle between the bed and the nightstand nearby.

Immediately, Bruce slipped his arms around Greg’s waist, pulling the doctor as close to his body as possible. Inertly, he leaned his head down brushing his lips to Greg’s lightly producing a soft moan from the expectant man. It seemed to them that it had been an eternity since they had made love to each other. The remembrance of that morning he had taken Greg to work in the car returned.

***

“That’s was dern close, Bruce,” Greg commented, as Bruce was driving the doctor to the hospital that morning. They had all just had breakfast together when Peter and Maurice had come in.

The man sighed. “I just hope Peter hangs around for a long while. At least until this is over. It makes me nervous leaving you knowing Maurice is about.”

“I’ll be fine, Bruce. I don’t think Ben will let anything happen to me. You just be sure to call me once a day so I’ll know you’re alive out there.”

“Yes, dear,” Bruce teased.

“I mean it, Bruce. Don’t play that with me. I’ll worry myself sick about the three of you,” he fussed watching with a serious expression as Bruce drove glancing over at him periodically.

“I will, Greg,” he reached a hand to him caressing a cheek. “I promise.”

Greg took his hand kissing each knuckle lovingly. Lingering over them, nipping gently, tugging one finger at first into his mouth to suck on it lovingly – slowly – sensuously – erotically. Bruce’s breathing altered slightly at Greg’s tender ministrations.

***

With a twinkle in his eyes, Bruce lifted a hand softly brushing his lips over Greg’s knuckles. He wondered in his mind if the doctor recalled that morning when they had made out in the car at an old abandoned parking lot like teenagers. A gentle smile lifted the corners of his lips as he parted them, taking the index finger slowly into his mouth. Closing his lips around it, he sucked on the digit while he inertly slid it out. Taking the next finger in, he did the very same thing.

Their eyes were locked in a long stare. Greg was curious as to what Bruce was up to seeing the expression in his lover’s eyes. He knew that look. It had only been a while since he had seen it and might would have forgotten the whimsical nature of Bruce at times, except that he had known him for so long.

***

Greg grew excited at the change in his lover’s breathing. It encouraged him to explore further. Looking up at him with adoration shining, he inserted another finger, teasing them equally and expertly with his tongue.

Letting his tongue travel the length of both to rest at the apex of the fingers, nudging against the sensitive skin. Bruce let out a long throaty moan at Greg’s foreplay.

***

Bruce allowed the finger to drift from his lips before he inertly followed the length of it with his tongue. Pressing the tip of the muscle between the two fingers, he lapped at them playfully while moving the tongue back up to the tip of the digits, taking one into his mouth once more.

Greg moaned at the implications of Bruce’s actions. His breathing altered visibly, gentle erratic puffs rushed over Bruce’s face that caused the man to continue on. He moaned again when Bruce brushed his lips against the palm of his hand planting a soft kiss in the center.

“What are you up to, Bruce?” Greg asked, as if he didn’t know, even though the memory aksaray escort of that morning had yet to occur to him.

Without a word Bruce grasped the back of the doctor’s head pulling him to him. He sealed their lips driving his tongue into Greg’s mouth with urgency. His hands then tugged at the shirt that was tucked into the pants the doctor wore, pulling it out. He began to unbutton the shirt as quickly as he could manage. All the while he continued to engage the doctor in the kiss, long sweeps of his tongue exploring Greg’s mouth fervently.

***

“Hey, when we get back, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. You’re choice. We’ll make it a date.”

“Just you and me?” Greg perked then.

“Sure, babe. We’ll go where you want and do what you want. So, you think about that this week.” Bruce then moaned as Greg pressed his lips to the palm of his hand. “You keep that up and I’ll find a hole to park this thing. We’ll go at it in the back seat. And you’ll be late for work.”

“I don’t care at this point.” Greg informed him not thinking about his job or anything else at the moment.

He just wanted to feel Bruce’s arms around him, he wanted to explore and taste him, knowing that it would have to last awhile. Greg sullenly looked at his hands, not quite sure what else to say or do at this point. He was happy they were going to be safe and yet, sad they were leaving him behind. He was never indecisive, but he was feeling that way at the moment.

Bruce whipped the car into an abandoned warehouse parking lot. Finding a dark corner to hide in he put the car in park and turned on a little air. Without another word or thought he leaned to him grasping him at the back of the head. Pulling him to him he planted his lips to Greg’s.

The doctor quickly latched onto him half turning to him. He drove his tongue deep into his mouth enjoying the feel of him that almost seemed forgotten, even though they had relished each other the night before.

“You didn’t get enough of me, did you?” Bruce barely pulled away to ask in a whisper.

“Not even…” Greg half laughed.

“You want to take advantage of me, doctor?” Bruce teased.

“I’ll take what I can get.” the man scarcely returned.

Bruce pulled away stepping out of the car. He ducked, as Greg seemed surprised that he did and only sat there watching him. “Well, come on, stud.” the man teased, closing the front door getting into the back of the car.

Post-haste, the doctor jumped out and into the back. Bruce sat waiting as Greg climbed in moving quickly toward him. Without hesitation, the doctor straddled his hips, took his face in both his hands, beginning to ravish Bruce’s mouth urgently.

It was never the same, never grew old. His ardor for Greg increased every time they were together, every time they touched. He loved this man and would die for him. He ached to experience him fully, to feel him lie quiescent in his arms while he made love to him so very tenderly. He knew Greg’s thoughts as if they were his own. Being dominant was not called for at this moment, but tenderness was.

Bruce wasted no time at loosening Greg’s shirt and lifting the t-shirt underneath. His hands roamed his upper body licentiously. His fingers lightly traced the outlines and every detail of his chest and abdomen. They lingered here and there to tease with so much painstaking care.

***

When he had unfastened the last button, Bruce pushed the shirt off Greg’s shoulders; he grasped the bottom of the t-shirt, gathered it in his hands and lifted it up and off Greg’s arms. Tossing it aside, he led the doctor to the far side of the bed, where he deposited Greg on the edge of the bed. Then guiding him with gentle hands, he leaned him against the headboard, straddling the man’s hips.

Greg quickly reached to Bruce making agile work of undressing his lover’s upper body. When the shirt came off Bruce’s arms, he leaned forward laying another urgent kiss Greg’s lips. The doctor’s hands searched Bruce’s chest, teasing him with light, gentle touches. His fingers explored the hard muscled contours of Bruce’s chest, shoulders and upper arms.

***

Greg moaned at the feel of a nipple being tormented so very gently. His kiss aksaray escort bayan became ardent almost forcing Bruce’s head back against the seat. Another moan escaped him as the gentle fingers squeezed his stippled flesh even more. Then he felt the flat of both hands move slowly across each one.

It felt so good to have this man’s hands on him, to know he was restraining himself in anticipation of their release. And knowing the danger this posed to them all if Jonathan should be taken, while they loved each other. Greg sighed, making his final decision.

“Oh, god, Bruce…” he breathed wildly to him. “…I want you so bad.”

Looking seriously into his face Bruce moved so that Greg rested beneath him on the seat. The doctor recognized that expression on his face quickly. Without being told, he opened Bruce’s shirt and jeans as Bruce did the same for him. It seemed a tug of war for a moment until they were prepared to do what they intended. Bruce had come out of his jeans and shoes and now maneuvered over his lover.

“What are you doing?” Greg asked suddenly. “What if we get ca–“

“Shhh, don’t say it. We won’t get caught.” He then came down over him pushing onto him fully. His lips met Greg’s in a most passionate kiss. Exploring his oral recesses fully, he lingered there for so long. Fulfilling his need and the need of his friend and lover, he remained in his arms, holding him, kissing, touching slowly, gently, and riding Greg all the while.

Greg accepted all of him totally and without reservation. He watched Bruce through half-lidded eyes, his desire for this man overcoming all the problems they faced. This was the Bruce he knew and loved so very tenderly. The side that he rarely showed. And Greg knew that he was doing it for him, which made him love Bruce more.

His lips moved down Greg’s throat, planting kisses as he went. A hand moved to his chest beginning a new torture of an erect nipple. The finger lightly traced the areola, as his lips and tongue teased his flesh. Tasting. Relishing. Moving out over a shoulder.

The nipple hardened more under the care of Bruce. He lightly took it between a finger and thumb squeezing gently. A tug and Greg was trembling. And he knew it was from the combination of all that he was affording him.

“Bruce!” the man called to him suddenly pulling his body fully to him.

“Yes, Greg?” he almost laughed feeling his demise in the same instant.

Feeling the doctor arch hard toward him, he began to hear Greg’s urgent cries of ecstasy. The feel of him pulsing deep inside him flung him quickly over the edge. He pressed his lips almost right over his ear filling it with his labored breath and rapturous sounds.

The harshness of his initial release subsiding, the slickness of his skin underneath his hands, the gentle changeover to muted sounds of residual pleasure all were important to him. He wanted to leave Greg satisfied, content and knowing his love for him. He held the doctor gently to his breast; their combined breathing calming the other. Rocking them gently in the world they had created for themselves. No one else mattered in that moment. Time stood still. They reveled in their shared intimacy, knowing that it would be awhile before they would be together again.

Sooner than they desired, they were redressing after a moment of afterglow. Bruce jumped back into the driver’s seat driving the doctor to the hospital.

***

Taking a nipple between his finger and thumb, Greg teased it gently. The throaty moan that escaped Bruce encouraged him to more of these loving gestures. Lightly squeezing the erect nipple, he gently turned it letting it go, only to take it again and begin to tease it more.

Carefully, his fingers drifted over the ridges of Bruce’s upper body. He thought of how this man could always manage to be so gentle, yet the feel of such strength that had always been able to protect him and often be dominant when he needed Bruce to be. He admired the man’s strength and agility. His body was perfect in every way.

Finally, not able to stand it any longer, Bruce grasped the doctor’s sides pulling him down on the bed. Reaching down between them, he unfastened the doctor’s pants, tugging them off, he then escort aksaray ridded himself of his own. Coming up over Greg again, he took the doctor’s member in hand guiding it into his body. Propping himself on his elbows on either side of the doctor, he leaned down kissing him urgently, riding him slowly.

Now the memory of that morning flooded Greg’s mind. He realized Bruce was reenacting an event they had shared together, one that he cherished with all of his heart. It brought tears to his eyes as the emotion of deep love for Bruce flooded his being. His arms surrounded the man holding him as close as he could manage. Clinging to the very man that had brought such joy to his life, along with Jonathan and Tony, he wept as Bruce made love to him.

Kiss after kiss, touch after touch, giving and receiving, the love they share was unfathomable. Created in the years of knowing each other, distance had almost drove them apart, until Jonathan came along. If not for that sickly little man that had come into their lives that one cold rainy day, there would never have been such a love between them.

He arched toward Bruce, as the man’s body came down upon his member. Then in a moment of sudden urgency, Greg forced his lover onto his back coming up over him. Being taken into Bruce’s arms again, he was pulled close, knowing what the man felt deep inside. And for Greg to take the top was a moment to remember always. It wasn’t something he normally did, being as submissive as he was. And Bruce soaked in every bit of emotion Greg offered him in that moment. Drinking it in, as if offered the sweetest of wine, Bruce relished all that Greg was affording him.

Wrapping his strong legs around the man, he arched to meet Greg’s thrust. He could feel the urgency of the doctor’s need in the kiss, in the undulation of the man’s body, in every action that was being executed in the moment. Returning it, he savored the feel of Greg’s warm sultry kiss. He relished the feel of the doctor’s body gliding atop him, brushing against him. Their senses electrified by the static of their emotions for each other, fueled by the friction of flesh against warm flesh, they bonded once more.

“I want all of you, Greg,” Bruce disengaged the kiss to whisper into the doctor’s ear.

Greg moaned softly, pushing deep into his lover’s body. The fluent motion was slow to start, then became moderate.

“More, Greg,” he insisted. “I want it all,” Bruce almost demanded.

Greg had never been aggressive with Bruce. With Jonathan, he could easily loose himself in dominance and control, but never had been in that place with Bruce. It was almost taboo for him, now, to even conceive of being controlling with this man – after having been submissive to him for so many years. And why Bruce was insistent that he took that roll was beyond him at the moment.

“Give it to me, Greg,” the man groaned into his ear.

Just a moment later, Greg felt something brush his ear, “fuck him, Greg. Or do I have to do that for you too, doctor?” the whisper was breathy, but clearly heard.

His head snapped to his right staring into Tony’s mischievous grin that also dared him to rebuttal his claims. Narrowing his eyes, he pushed up onto his hands, gazing down at Bruce with an altogether different expression. Swiftly, he thrust into the man’s body, watching Bruce’s response keenly.

“Yes, baby,” the man called out his head tilted back abruptly. It was followed by a slow migration, as Jonathan sneaked between them, filling his mouth full with Bruce’s member. He worked it savagely in and out of his mouth, relishing the flavor, aroma and feel of it.

Tony eased in behind the doctor, his hands rippling over the man’s flesh with wanton desire. Eagerly, he explored Greg’s body while he ground against the man’s hips from behind.

“You want some of this?” he teased the man ruthlessly, with a chuckle.

Greg’s attentions were divided, as he rammed his way home inside Bruce, yet enjoyed the effectual touches of Tony’s hands, body and his incessantly teasing whispers. It had been even longer since he and Tony had been alone, not even considering they had been together with the rest of the guys. And how he loved the way Tony worked him, so perfectly, so brazenly, he was as much a god to Greg as Bruce was.

“Oh, gawd! I’m coming!” the howl lingered in the air, making Greg chuckle as he watch and felt Bruce’s release. The contractions were strong, causing him to lean closer to the man, trapping Jonathan between them. He felt Tony’s quick smooth entry, which was all she wrote for Greg.

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I slumped into the seat on the bus. Zeus-was I exhausted. My arms and legs ached, my asshole screamed at me for the abuse I had given it. Ignoring all the pleasure I had received, this simple muscle, one of sixty in the body, was easily forgiven, for it is my favorite sphincter.

I couldn’t help recalling my theater visit as I sat, with two or three others, on the bus.

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Right after my encounter with the first two guys, I leaned against the wall. The darkness was the same, but my eyes had, at an even earlier stage, adjusted to the darkness.

So I saw two more guys approach; each stood at either side of me. Hands roamed over my body. Finally, one guy turned me sideways so one was in back and one in front.

To my grateful surprise, the guy in front dropped to his knees before me, and his mouth engulfed my cock. Behind me, the guy must’ve dropped to his knees, for I could feel him handling my ass, spreading its cheeks—and his tongue and mouth began sucking and probing my asshole. The pleasure can only be described as sizzling electric.

Earlier, I had felt cum dripping from its gaped opening, and I heard pleasurable moans and other mouth sounds [of pleasure] coming from him. I took several hits of poppers. I tapped my cocksucker and he took two hits and the order of events from there for a long period I truly don’t recall.

The next thing I can recall is an orgasm that shattered my body unlike any other. My cock was deep in his throat, and feeling it shoot cum was unbelievable. He pulled his head up and let only my cock’s head rest in his mouth. My ejaculation finished in small spurts right into his mouth.

My legs were shaking as both men rose to their feet, and each in turn kissed me with an opened mouth. We exchanged my cum and the cum from my ass. Back and forth we went snowballing. One fingered my asshole, the other was squeezing adıyaman escort my balls.

After depositing a full mouthful of cum and spit, the cocksucker said, “I think we got a submissive boy here. You like that, yes?” as he squeezed my balls. The squeeze was quite strong and for Zeus’ sake, I did love it. All I could do was say, “Yes, I love it.” Then each in turn deposited their mouthful of cum in me. It dripped from the corners of my mouth; I swallowed it.

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On the bus home, I recalled what had just happened to me, different scenes came to mind as if they were a movie with other people in the reality roles. My cock was as hard as it had been.

I wanted to pull it out and beat off. Urged by the strong taste of cum and my ass juice filling every square centimeter of my mouth-my cock pleaded to be strangled again, and I bowed to its majesty’s power and gave in. I pulled my rock hard cock out.

Sitting in the middle of the bus seats, the other riders were in front of me, several seats ahead, and no one was behind me. Slowly I stroked this creature that has more control over me than my own brain, so much so that for the last six to seven years I jerked off several times, every day.

The creature didn’t care where we were; it wanted to shoot its load as often as it could, anywhere, anytime. A hard cock has no conscience. And this creature took me to some of the scenes they suggested; the scenes played in my mind like a movie, and I gave the guy in the dark room my cell phone number because his majesty lusted to experience a house full of horny men, each seeking a hole to cum in. The scenes played in my head, making me feel small, alone, and somewhat disgusted for a moment.

But stroking faster, faster, faster, and squeezing its head on the upward stroke, all I could due as I realized -maybe that guy was escort adıyaman right-So I grabbed my balls and squeezed them, and I began slapping my cock as hard as I could. Being called a submissive, realizing his squeezing my balls just made my cock harder—and right then the creature shot its load onto the back of the bus seat.

So I crammed my cock back under my shorts and rode home. I used the back kitchen door, and fled up the stairs to my room. No one saw me so I didn’t have to listen to wasted, empty conversation. Immediately, I disrobed—shower.

The hot water’s spray, unrelentingly pounded on my neck, back and legs, soothing and massaging my aching muscles; it washed away, from my skin, the theater’s proof that I was there.

And as I washed the creature and his balls, its head jerked upwards, lustfully trying to be at it largest, and along with that came that feeling of drowning in pleasure; it overcame me, my hand choked the creature, and then I slapped it very hard.

The pain brought with it another more satisfying feeling, and that feeling seduced me and I knew I would seek it to satisfy the creature. I slapped my cock again, over and over. Each slap had more force to it, but with each vicious slap my cock absorbed it nad stood with head high, begging for another. It being slapped as hard as I am capable was its desire—and the creature always gets what it wants.

The three of us went up to the lobby and sat on the sofa. He told me of a party he could arrange for us. He was explicit about my role: I would be gang-banged by seven to ten guys. It would happen the next weekend. And that’s when I gave him my cell phone number.

Back to the darkness. In the short time we were on the sofa, the dark room had filled. I had seen several guys come in, but didn’t realize just how many. All along the wall were men standing, shoulder to shoulder, adıyaman escort bayan with their cocks hanging out of their zipper.

I grabbed the first man’s cock, and he said ,”Suck it, sonny. I like to have it deep throated.” Eagerly, I began to give him a total sucking so he would cum quickly. He was above average in length and very thick, so I had to push it down my throat, [he had his hands on the sides of my head] but that is what got him off. And it exploded in my throat with his hands still holding my head down on his cock. It was choking me and I began to aspirate. I forcefully stood as I began to cough. I went to the lobby and coughed for at least ten to fifteen minutes. Finally, it stopped. The coughing had tired me, so I sat on the sofa. An elderly man [fifty or so in age] sat beside me. He offered me a cigarette; I declined. He began to speak in a melodious tone, “I saw you with the two guys. They worked you over pretty good. You enjoy it?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Have you ever served a Master?”

“No,” I answered, wondering what he truly wanted.

“The shortest answer I can give is this,” and he pulled out the biggest cock, uncut and thick, I had ever seen. It laid on his lap like a Python.

“This huge cock, [it is not aroused, so its length and girth are yet to manifest] my asshole and my balls are altars upon which you will worship daily. Also, you will learn to take this cock up your ass and down you throat. You will party every weekend with several men who will treat you like a slave, and you will experience the whole dark world, daily and especially on weekends and holidays. You will live in a magnificent house, you will eat only top of the line food cooked by a superb chef, and you’ll be paid five thousand a month. I offer you this opportunity.”

He stood and handed me a business card with only a telephone number on it. “Don’t wait too long to decide,” he said as he slowly walked away and out of the theater.

I sat there stunned by the offer. The creature was totally aroused; it wanted to follow him home right that second. Without a doubt, I will have a monumental struggle with the creature.

Zeus, he always gets his way!

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