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I was horny and desperate for cock as I pulled up to the Bathhouse in Reno. I was in town on business and wanted to spend some time being dominated and used.

I checked in, getting a locker. I rarely get a room because I like to be watched as I get used by men. I stripped down and put my chest harness and leather slave collar on. It felt awesome, standing in the hallway naked. My smoothly shaved body, collar and harness leaving no doubt I was a bottom looking for cock. I left my towel in the locker, knowing most men would have their towels wrapped around their waist.

I walked around, noting it was mostly an older crowd, but I love serving “Daddy” types so that was fine. A guy walked past me and reached out and gave my cock a squeeze as he passed by. I smiled but kept walking, wanting to check everything out before I got started.

I got to the back of the place and heard the sound of porn. I walked into the “porn room” and found a dimly lit room with 3 large screen tv’s all showing the same video, a white twink on his knees sucking a large black dick. The room was separated into open stalls with padded benches. Three guys were seated and stroking their cocks while still wrapped in towels.

The fourth guy caught my eye. He was about 6’3″ lean, and his above average cock was uncovered. It was about 5″ long and only half hard. “Bingo!”

He looked to be in his 50’s, with some grey hair. His short trimmed pubes made his hefty cock look even bigger. He smiled as I made eye contact. Wasting no time, I walked over to him and dropped to my knees, taking his cock in my hand. He began to harden as I leaned in and took the head of his cock in my hungry mouth.

He ran his fingers thru my hair as I took his cock all the way to the base and began worshiping his now 7″ hard cock. His large cock head filling my throat and making my gag loudly.

“Oh fuck!” He groaned as I worked to get his tool into my throat, and moaned with agrı escort enthusiastic hunger.

He pulled me up by my harness and asked me, “Do you want to be Daddie’s bitch boy?”

I answered, “Yes Daddy.” And he told me he was rough with his boys. I replied, “Please Daddy, I like it rough and dirty!” I could hear the other guys moving closer.

“Your just a dirty cocksucker aren’t you?” He asked.

I looked him in the eye and said, “Yes Daddy, the dirtier the better!” He released my harness and told me to prove it.

I dropped back to my knees and quickly took his cock deep I’m my mouth. He responded by grabbing my head and began roughly fucking my throat.

My heart raced as his beautiful cock assaulted my throat. I felt my Cock instantly harden as he told the other men, “This little faggot know how to treat a man!”

As my saliva began to spill out around his cock, I began to make loud “gruugg gruugg Gruugg” sounds as I tried to breathe. He pulled my head against his body, burying his cock deep in my throat.

“You are a little faggot aren’t you?” He asked as I fought to breathe. He released my head and I pulled off his rock hard cock, gasping for air.

I looked up and said, “I am your faggot Daddy.” My statement was met with a face full of spit.

My new Master replied, “Yes you are, you’re my little cockslut.” His words, spit and rough throat fucking had me so turned on, I eagerly took his cock back in my mouth. He resumed fucking my throat and my saliva was now running off my face and dripping onto my chest, making it obvious he was in charge!

He encouraged me by moaning for me to, “Take it bitch, be Daddy’s faggot whore! Show these guys what a good cum slut you are!”

His words drove me to a new level of hunger, and I could feel hands all over my body. I could see feet all around me, and knew I was drawing a crowd!

Daddy again pulled me to escort ağrı him and I felt his cock again invade my throat. After I had been struggling for air for several seconds, he released my head and pulled me to my feet. He began kissing me and I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and opened my mouth.

Like a horny slut I opened my mouth and groaned around his probing tongue. We kissed for a while, exploring each other’s mouths with our dueling tongues. Someone slipped a finger in my smooth hole, driving me crazy with lust as Daddy made out with me.

He pulled away, breaking the kiss, and spit in my face again, his hot spit running down my saliva covered face.

“Open your mouth slut.” He commanded and I did. He spit in my open mouth and told me to keep it open. Two more times Daddy spit his hot saliva into my mouth as I could hear other men talking about what a dirty boy I was. I was in Heaven and enjoying every filthy second!

Daddy pushed me back to my knees and resumed fucking my throat. His powerful thrusts were leaving no doubt for anyone that I was his bitch, and he was going to use me however he pleased.

I again felt a finger in my ass as I took the pounding that Daddy was giving my throat. I felt a warm sensation on the side of my face and knew that I had just taken a load of cum from one of the men.

I groaned my approval, acknowledging my status as an object for the men to use. I soon felt hot spit hit the other side of my face!

I was lost in being Daddy’s whore when I heard him announce to the other men, “Cover my faggot with your spit and cum!” I was such a proud faggot at that moment!

I heard and felt a couple guys spit on my face as Daddy’s cock was pounding my throat. I heard a man ask if he could, “Feed the fag.” Daddy pulled out of my mouth and turned my head. A hard cock was being stroked, pointed at my mouth. I opened wide and he blasted his ağrı escort bayan cum on my face, with his first shot hitting my forehead, face, mouth and chin. The second spurt landed mostly in my mouth, the third and fourth on my chest.

Daddy spit twice in my face and resumed fucking my throat. “Are you still hungry faggot?” He asked. Before I could answer, he groaned and his cock swelled as it forced deep in my throat and released wave after wave of hot cum!

As Daddy fed me his load, two other men dumped loads on my face, coating my eyes and blinding me.

I continued to suck Daddy’s cock until he started to soften. He shoved me back and I fell in my ass.

“Go kneel down in the showers and dont get up till your face has been cleaned off with piss!” Daddy commanded.

“Yes Daddy.” I said as I began to try and make my way to the shower.

A man grabbed my hard, aching cock and said, “Come with me faggot” and led me to the showers while painfully squeezing my throbbing cock.

As soon as I was on my knees, I felt his hot stream hitting my face! I opened my mouth to swallow as much as possible. His piss was strong tasting and plentiful, but due to me swallowing as much as I could, he ran out of piss before my face was clean.

As he walked away, I saw Daddy approaching cock in hand with several guys behind him!

I was soon “clean” but continued to serve as a slutty urinal until all of their bladders were empty! Two men stayed and took turns using and fucking my mouth until I swallowed their loads.

I got up from my knees, every inch of my body covered in warm, stinky urine! My belly ached with all of the urine I had swallowed.

I briefly thought about showering, but I was basking in my slutty stare and staggered out into the patio and lasted in the sun, enjoying the ripe smell of my body.

After about 30 minutes, two younger men I had not yet seen came out and walked over to me. I looked up at the first man, sporting an average sized cock. His buddy was a little better hung, and he walked over to me, and presented his hairy, hard cock.

Without a word, I sat up and began sucking his cock. His buddy slid in behind me and began working his cock into my hungry ass.

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It was just after 7 am on Saturday morning, and I was surfing the web before getting out of bed to start the day. I checked the messages for my adult dating site account, and saw a new note. A man named Bill had liked my profile and was interested in a meet – nothing serious, just a chance to get to know each other.

He didn’t have any photos attached, but his profile described him as medium height, a bit on heavier side, and mid 40s. He was gay and single, suggesting a man who could accommodate a visit, and knew his way around a cock! I sent a note back saying I’d be up for meeting in public, sooner the better if he was still available. To my delight, a return message appeared several minutes later. He suggested a Starbucks off the freeway about 15 miles away. I knew the location well and eagerly accepted the offer.

Jumping out of bed with an already half hard-on, I quickly brushed my teeth, got cleaned up, and threw on some loose jeans, a t-shirt, and comfortable shoes and headed out the door. I normally would shower before meeting, but had already done so at the gym the night before after a short run. I didn’t think a little man-smell from sleeping would be an issue, especially since Bill had suggested just a casual “get to know each other” cup of coffee, and intimated that he didn’t get involved physically straight away. Even so, my heart was already picking up its pace in anticipation of the unknown on the drive over.

Bill said he’d be wearing shorts and a sweatshirt, and reading a book if there first. When I got to the coffee shop, I didn’t see anybody fitting the description, so I ordered a vanilla latte and took a seat, scanning each person who entered while simultaneously trying to appear somewhat cool (and failing I’m sure).

After about 10 interminable minutes, a stocky man walked in fitting his description. As advertised, he was dressed very casually for a crisp October morning – red and white striped shorts down to his knees with a gray hooded sweatshirt and flip-flop sandals. His hair was a grayish blond, which was unexpected for some reason. His hair was matched by a grayish blond goatee.

After his hair, I immediately noticed his huge calves which narrowed at the ankles. Their girth hinted at sturdy thighs hiding under his shorts. His upper body was barrel shaped, with a thick neck protruding from what must have been an XXL sweatshirt. He looked neither overly fat nor overly fit – just a big guy, which was right up my alley. I was already imagining what it would be like to be up against his heavy nakedness.

He looked around and I gave him a rather meek nod. He came right over with a big grin and we introduced ourselves. His large hand quite dwarfed my own bony fingers as we shook. After pleasantries, he went back to order a cup of black coffee and returned. We got to chatting right away, and he told me about his job as a consulting ümraniye gecelik escort contractor on a large construction project at a major university not far away. Socially, he tended to enjoy the pub scene near the university, and casually mentioned his frequent success in finding curious younger men to take back to his place. He said it was nice to have a chat with a man nearer his own age, who could relate to the same cultural references. Overall, Bill was very outgoing and warm, and I felt very relaxed in his company. I was hoping this conversation would soon lead to more than just coffee.

Sure enough, he was feeling the same way. He invited me over to his nearby apartment to check out his classic rock collection on original vinyl. His flat was only a short distance away, and he offered to drive. I jumped into the passenger seat of his pickup truck and we were off.

Bill’s pad was simple but very comfortable, with a large sofa and easy chair in front of a large flatscreen TV. He grabbed two glasses of water from the tap and came back and sat next to me. We engaged in some more small talk for a few minutes until Bill got up to put on a King Crimson album. Although I was more relaxed around him than I would normally be around someone I just met, I was also desperately yearning to be closer to him. Bill must have sensed my eagerness. After fiddling with the stereo for a spell, he turned and cut me off in the middle of a sentence, asking quite directly: “What do you really want right now?” I timidly replied, “Your cock, I think.” Standing next to me while I sat on the sofa, he simply smiled and said, “Well, then come and get it.”

I immediately sat up as he stepped in front of me. I placed my hands on his hips and stroked up and down, feeling the strong butt muscles with my head almost pressed against his sweatshirted belly. His pure manliness was intoxicating and I was just taking it in slowly. After a minute or two of just rubbing up and down his thighs and ass, Bill asked, “I believe you wanted my shorts off?”

I leaned back and felt the thick bulge forming under his ridiculous red and white stripes. After fumbling a bit with the button, I slid them to his ankles and he kicked them over towards the door. He made a rounded tent inside his white briefs and I knew this was the moment of truth. I cupped the bulge and massaged it in my hand for a minute with my face just an inch away. Thick blond curls protruded out of his briefs, joining the hair on his thick thighs. Finally, I knew it was the moment of truth and I relished the joy of seeing his thick meat flop out as I slid his underpants off.

His thick blondish bush surrounded a perfectly smooth cut cock, with a swelling thick shaft and even thicker head. It looked absolutely delicious. I stroked it in my long fingers as he took a half step back allowing me better access. kadıköygrup yapan escort The thickness of his legs and cock were spectacular, and quite in contrast to my own frame. His cock quickly became fully erect, with a more pinkish head as it came to its full potential with a slight curvature upwards. It wasn’t the longest cock I ever saw, but it was by far the thickest.

I gently caressed and tugged his large balls with my left hand, while my right hand stroked his shaft in a twisting motion. I did this for a minute or so and soon Bill’s thick hands dug into my shoulders. I asked if he’d like to lie down, and he nodded and sat next to me on the sofa, still wearing his gray sweatshirt over his thick chest and belly. I slid off the sofa and onto my knees and helped him stretch out along the sofa’s length. He fit quite well, unlike my taller frame would have done so. I pushed his inside leg against the back of the sofa.

While knelt on the carpet, I let my hands stroke along his full length – along his calves and thighs, lightly brushing against his coke and pubes, and then sliding them under his sweatshirt and over his belly and chest, and into his pits. I was exhilarated by the muskiness rising from his core. I was about to lick him when he asked me to take off all my clothes first, to which I obliged while he finally removed his sweatshirt. I returned to my knees, with my soft and smooth body contrasting against his thick hairy masculinity.

Finally it was the moment I had been waiting for, and I stretched over him and finally tasted his beautiful cock! The swollen pink head filled my salivating mouth. Bill let out a soft moan as I did so, ever so slightly raising his hips up as my mouth went down. I continued to lightly fondle his pubic hair and balls with one hand, as I began licking up and around his cock, while every now and again taking it into my mouth and sliding it up, down, and around. As he wasn’t so long, I was able to take his full length and press my lips down to his body. His cock soon gleamed with saliva and I saw the pre-come glisten at its tip. I licked around the tip so that the pre-come made a stringy line to my tongue. It was silky and wonderful.

Bill was slowly starting to thrust a bit more each time I took him deep in my mouth. He asked me to grab his cock tighter, which I did at his base, using my hand to just slide up and down perhaps a half inch or so, pressing firmly against his pubic region as I slid my mouth up and down on the rest of his shaft. He began thrusting a bit more heavily each time. Soon, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it firmly but not forcefully with each stroke and I was in heaven realizing he was now fucking my face. I gurgled “Mmmm, fuck me, Bill. Keep fucking me,” although I’m not sure it came out so clearly.

I could tell he was going to come soon, even before he said bostancı türk escort the same. I asked him to come in my mouth, and he let out a grunt as I felt his hot spew hit my throat. He thrust at least three times with his hands pressed firm against the back of my head, and I felt a thick blast on each thrust. I had sucked three cocks before Bill’s, but this was the first time any of them had come in my mouth. I was so happy that Bill’s beautiful cock was the first, and savored swishing his come around my mouth and then letting some of it run out, down his slick cock and into his pubic hair. I enjoyed licking every drop back up. Once I was done, I rose up off him and took a long drink of water, swirling it around to wash down on any remnants. Then I massaged his receding cock and balls while he watched.

He laid there for another few minutes as I continued gently massaging him. My own cock had grown hard as can be, and there was a small wet spot on the bottom face of his sofa where I had leaked some precome. I so enjoyed seeing him get off without having any reciprocation, but I knew now that my turn was coming.

I lifted Bill’s heavy leag’s and sat next to him, but he stood up and said, “No, you’re coming to my bed.” And then he led me down the short hall and laid me down on his large bed, with white linens glowing in the morning light. I lay on my back as he reached into a drawer and took out a bottle of lubricant and a rubber ring connected to a wire with battery and operator button. He gently rubbed the insides of my thighs and around my pubic region but it was obvious that I was already terribly excited. He slid the hard rubber ring around my cock, and it pulsed like a vibrator when he flipped the switch. It was a bit unnecessary given my arousal, but it did feel very good. Bill laid there staring at my cock as the ring hummed. He held the bottle of lubricant over my cock and let it dribble down. With just one finger he began making strokes up and down the underside and circles around the tip. It felt wonderful without being overly stimulating. He did this for a few minutes, just gazing at my medium-sized, average-thickness cock the whole time.

Finally, he crawled up and swung his leg over me so his balls and flaccid but still thick cock dangled over my face while he faced my feet. He started stroking me with one meaty hand a bit more firmly. Then he laid down with the weight of his belly on mine and took me in his mouth. He knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I didn’t. I slightly pushed him before I was going to come, to let him know, but he just pressed harder down on me. I released the most intense orgasm of my life into his warm mouth and he slurped up every bit of it.

He was now growing erect as my cock wearily subsided. But he got up to wash down with water, and when he came back he suggested we watch a movie and relax. We laid together in his bed as he popped on the flatscreen in his room. We watched a full 16-minute video featuring three chubs on a bed. We didn’t really need the stimulation, but it was something to have on while we laid and gently stroked each other’s bodies. After the climactic end of the scene, we were both ready for our own second act.

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Chapter 5 – I’m not ready yet

I did it very casually. In the second week of December as he was eating breakfast at the Bright Box Cafe, I went over and sat across from him. I had gone home the night before and checked my mail so I wanted to make sure he had a copy of it sooner rather than later.

Jo looked up from his paper. “What’s up?” I went into my pocket and gave him the folded up piece of paper. He opened it and at first didn’t understand. “What am I looking at?”

I said in a low voice, “It’s my labwork. I had a physical about two weeks ago, when we got back from Harrisburg. I just wanted you to know that I’m clean and healthy.”

He looked beyond the paper at me and we stared at each other. Then he nodded slowly, but it was his only response. He worked late that night so I didn’t spend the night until two nights later. But we made love the way we always do and I didn’t bring up the use of condoms again.

Then the weekend before Christmas we were at my apartment because he worked late and came over at almost midnight to spend the night with me. We rarely stay here, I’m always at his house and even have a drawer of clothes there as well as toiletries. The next day in the evening as I was making dinner he said casually, “Check your email.”

I looked at him puzzled, but I opened my Gmail on my phone and saw that he had forwarded an email to me from his doctor’s office. It was a patient summary of his last checkup, a few days after I gave him my papers, and it included his own bloodwork panel, complete with HIV and STD testing, all negative, and a TB test for good measure.

I smiled and said, “Your cholesterol is a little high.”

He smiled back and said, “Must be all those eggs I’m eating daily at the cafe.”

“Maybe you should switch to pancakes,” I joked as I put a plate of steak and salad in front of him and sat across from him.

“Healthy carbs only, baby,” he said and I laughed.

We settled into my bed that Saturday night while music quietly played in the background. We go through days where we’re bumping like rabbits three to four times a day, then other days where we just hold each other. We were rabbits the night before and barely got sleep so this should have been a holding each other kind of night. But now I feel like since he put it out there, there is nothing preventing us from dropping condoms and getting even more intimate than before.

It had been years since someone has been inside of me in that way, and the last time was not a good experience at all, to say the least. I could feel my nerves bubbling over and I couldn’t verbalize why, but I know he felt it. He ran his hands through my loose hair softly. “You okay?”

“Um-hmmm.”

He nodded slowly. Then he said quietly, “I love you, Micah.”

“I love you too,” I responded.

“Tell me, Angel,” he said softly. “Tell me what happened to you.”

Shit. I don’t want to. But I need to. And it’s time I told my side of the story, all of it. So I did.

“It was about three and a half years ago. Keith was a boyfriend that I met at a college party in Delaware. We were together over a year and then he started pledging for a fraternity so he moved into the frat house. One night we were in the middle of sex and his frat brothers came into the room. They made vile comments and Keith tried to tell them to knock it off but really, he had to do what they said and what they wanted. I tried to grab my clothes and they wouldn’t let me, then one of them suggested to the others that they take me to the basement.”

I paused as I relived the worst night of my life. He pulled me closer to him and I put my face in his hairy chest. He continued to stroke my hair as I gave him the abbreviated version.

“They beat me up and dragged me out the room into the basement of the frat house, put me in some makeshift swing and held me there for hours. I heard them say that this is where they take the girls they drug but they didn’t drug me because they wanted to hear me scream like a bitch while they….”

I paused again, then continued. “Keith finally got some balls and made them let me go. He took me to the nearest hospital but he left me there. I didn’t have anyone else to call so I called my Abby who had my cousin Chevon pick me up and take me to my grandmother’s house. But she also called my parents so that was nothing short of awful. All they did was berate me about my lifestyle.”

He held me tighter and said, “Please tell me you got them all arrested.”

“Nope,” I said sadly. “That’s the worst part of it all. A week later Keith showed up at my house begging me to let it go, that he was going to take care of it, and I believe him. He made love to me and then started talking, saying things like, ‘Now if someone asked you what happened, nothing happened right?’ And my dumb ass said, ‘Right, nothing happened.’

“He made me say that I won’t lie or blackmail him and his fraternity brothers, especially since they were all seniors. He left and then a few hours later he ümraniye gecelik escort left me a voicemail playing back my words to me. He recorded me to ensure I wouldn’t go to the police. Then he changed his number and we never spoke again.”

I shrugged. “So I let it go and I got tested for everything every three months for the next year, thanking God I never caught anything. And I’ve been more careful about who I sleep with.” And who I give my heart to, I thought.

“You never told anyone?”

“No. There was no one in my life that could handle hearing everything that happened to me. Abby just thinks I got beat up but Chevon suspects more.”

He lifted my head up and kissed my forehead. “I’m so so sorry that happened to you. You know, if you need me to be less rough or-“

Ugh! This is exactly what I didn’t want. “Jojo, no, stop. It was a long time ago. And I love how we are with each other. I love how you take full control and how passionate you get with me. You’re not forcing me and it’s not unwilling. I want my hair pulled, my ass slapped, my neck bit. I love it because it’s you. You love me and you take care of me. So please don’t ever for a second think that you’re hurting me, even if tears are falling out of my eyes, because it’s not from pain. It’s only because I’ve given my heart and my body to you, and it’s overwhelming.”

I moved my face close to his and said, “I told you, I’m a lot tougher than I look. So I’ll be fine if you want to, you know… without a… you know… tonight.”

“I don’t want to tonight,” he said. “I just want to hold you. We don’t have to do anything that you may not be ready for.”

“I know but I want to try, at least once, with you.”

“Micah, this isn’t like going to the gym.” He smiled at me and I smiled back. Then he got serious. “Unless or until you tell me you want to change it, I’m good with the way things are. But for tonight we’ll just sleep together and I’ll hold you all night. Because that’s what I need to do.”

“Okay, Jojo.” He kissed my forehead again and pulled me close to him again, resting his chin on the top of my head.

~~~

Christmas is my favorite holiday and admittedly I get a little crazy. Since we were going to be in caribbean for New Year’s Eve and Day with Randy and Jerry, we decided to stay home for Christmas so I heavily decorated his house, much to his dismay but he allowed it. He worked half the day on Christmas Eve and picked me up from the Bright Box Cafe in the cream colored Lexus he rarely drives and handed me the keys to drive us to his house. For the last couple of weeks I’ve been driving it with his supervision since I don’t have a license and getting the feel of being on the road again.

We made dinner and settled in the media room under comfy covers to watch Christmas movies, such as A Christmas Story, Home Alone, and argued whether Trading Spaces and the first Die Hard movie are in fact Christmas movies.

But I got antsy, super excited to share my gift with him, so I asked him, “Can we trade presents at midnight instead of tomorrow morning?”

He smiled. “Okay. Starting a new tradition?”

I smiled back at him and kissed his face and said one word, “Midnight.”

I snuggled closer to him and paid attention to Almost Christmas with Danny Glover but really watching the clock. At 11:59pm I jumped up and went to get my square package and came to the living room. He had also left and met me in the living room, and we sat at the coffee table on the floor. He slid a small box across the table to me and smirked.

It was slightly bigger than a ring box but I wanted to tease him anyway. I narrowed my eyes and smirked. “Joseph. Is there a ring in here?”

He laughed. “Not yet.” I just stared at him for a moment. He said yet. Be still my beating heart.

“Open it,” he said. I put my package down and opened up the wrapping paper, and saw the dark red box with the Cartier logo inscripted.

I traced it with my fingers first. Since he bought me that expensive suit I have not had him buy me anything else that was over a couple of hundred dollars. I kept the check card but I haven’t used it. I don’t want money, namely his, to be the bridge that holds us together. As much as I like material things, I never want him to think that he has to buy me things to keep me happy. I’m happy just being with him.

He must have read my thoughts. “It’s Christmas, Micah. I’m allowed to buy my boyfriend expensive gifts at Christmas. And your birthday.”

I looked up at him and smiled, then opened up the box and gasped. Two circular diamond earrings in white gold sat in the middle of the mesh fabric, and a white gold bracelet surrounded the pair. I don’t know what a carat looks like but I’m pretty sure there were at least one or two of them in there.

“Joseph,” I breathed out his name.

I lifted the bracelet first, solid and unisex. It had engraving on the inside, Cartier on one side and Mi Angelo on the other. I slid it on my right wrist and it fit perfectly. kadıköygrup yapan escort I took the cubic zirconias out of my ears and replaced it with the new actual diamond studs. Then I looked up at his smiling face. “Thank you. I love it.”

“That makes me happy,” he said happily and I giggled. He reached over and touched my ear. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“Now I need to get another piercing,” I sighed contently. Then got excited again.

“Okay, my turn. So, do you know how hard it is to get something for someone that can literally buy anything for himself? So I had to think about something that you want but won’t get for yourself, or something that you really need. And I think I got you both.” I slide the 8×10 rectangular package to him.

He opened the wrapping and looked at the framed certificate. He was puzzled, then I saw the light in his eyes and I know I did a good thing. He said very slowly, “You… got me…. a… dog?” He pulled the picture of the dog off the frame that held the animal’s adoption certificate.

I nodded profusely. “A chocolate brown lab. He’s three months old and I’ve already named him but you can change the name if you want.”

He was quiet, a bit in shock I think, so I kept talking. “I saw you with Jacks, I know you grew up around dogs and I know you had one in DC. I don’t understand why you don’t have one now so I took a chance and figured it was something you really wanted but never got for yourself but also something you needed because dogs make you happy. Like me.”

He was quiet then he looked up at me. “I love this. So much. But, I can’t have a dog right now.”

“Why not?” I whined.

“I’m never here. I work ten hour days and I wouldn’t want to leave a dog by himself all day long.”

“Well that’s why you got me!” I practically yelled at him. “I’m always here and I can spend more time here, just give me a key. I can take him out before I go to work, and then come back on my lunch break and take him out. Then we can trade off in the evenings. Obviously I couldn’t bring him here now because we’re going away all next week so we’re scheduled to pick him up on January 3rd in Philly. Please please please take him, he’s so perfect and lovable!”

He was thoughtful, then he put both the picture and the adoption certificate on the table. “Why haven’t you moved in?” he asked seriously.

I was taken aback. “Because… you haven’t me to.”

“I needed to ask you?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes!” I retorted. “I can’t just insert myself into your life and your house without being invited.”

“Micah, you were invited that first time you stayed over. You were invited again that first time we made love. You were invited every single time that I told you I love you.”

My heart melted for this man I love. “Jo-“

He cut me off. “Move in with me. Officially. Please.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay.”

He got up and I thought he was going to come over to me but he went to the dining table and grabbed something from his briefcase. Then he came back to the coffee table and sat next to me instead of across from me. “I got you something else, and it cost me practically nothing.”

He handed me a folded up piece of paper. I opened it and gasped. “Jojo, you didn’t!”

“I did. The Lexus is yours. I put the title in your name, all you have to do is get your license and register it.”

“I can’t take your car-“

“Shut up, Micah. I’m in love with you. Now, take the car. Move in with me. Raise a dog with me. Be with me every single day and night. Be with me, always.”

I had no words so I just reached my arms around his neck and held onto him. Eventually I said, “Yes. And I’m in love with you too. Now take me to bed. Our bed.”

He stood up with me still holding onto his neck. He took my hand and brought me upstairs to his bedroom. Our bedroom. He had balked at the bright red Christmas bed sheet set that I bought with a big Santa Claus and Christmas tree on the comforter, but he got used to that and the mistletoe garland that I hung connecting the bed posters.

He brought me to the side of the bed and took both of my hands first, then kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my neck and then my mouth. I didn’t have a lot of clothes on to begin with, just a white tank top and blue and white snowman pajama leggings but he took his time in taking off my clothes, revealing my black sheer french lace men’s panties.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he said softly.

He left those on and took off his clothes first, then stepped closer, bent a little and lifted me up by my butt cheeks like I weighed nothing, making me giggle. I wrapped my legs around him and held on as he brought me to the bed. He moved the covers all the way down, and laid me flat on the bedspread, then turned me around, face down.

Jo squeezed and massaged my bum through the fabric, bent over and kissed all over my bottom. He licked me through the lace, making wet slurping sounds and tickling my skin. Then he slowly bostancı türk escort pulled the lace down but just enough so he could spread my cheeks and put his tongue in my hole. I moaned and drew my knees up because I needed him to have all access and he took it.

He spread my cheeks again and put his face in my ass. I shivered and moaned as he tongued the most sensitive part of me, wanting, needing more. He finally reached up to grab the lube and wet two fingers before inserting them inside of me, as was our ritual.

Then he turned me around, pulled my undies down and off, held my cock and licked my pre-cum first, before he put all of me in his mouth. I moaned as he moved his lips up and down my shaft, getting me hard and ready for him. I appreciate that my lover isn’t selfish and wants me to cum first, whether it’s by blowing me, stroking me or anal. It is what makes me want to give him all of me and tonight I felt that even more than ever before.

Then he did the unthinkable. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. But I was over this condom shit. I needed all of him. Now.

Right as he was about to tear it open I reached up and forcefully snatched it out his hands and threw it aggressively to the left of me. “Cum inside of me, Joseph,” I told him plainly.

He smiled shyly, almost abashed, but he took the lube and began to soak and glisten his thick and juicy cock. I lifted my legs and held myself up by the back of my thighs, exposing my pucker fully. He leaned in and moved the tip in a circular motion on the outside of me, making me squirm.

“Uuuugh, breed me already,” I moaned. He entered me slowly and I gasped, then exhaled.

Yes, this is definitely different. His steel rod penetrated me and I felt every vein on him. Somehow he felt thicker and I felt fuller. He eased down until he bottomed out, then leaned over with his palms on the sides of me. I wrapped my legs around him and crossed my ankles on his back, then I reached up and connected my hands on his neck.

We stared at each other for a moment, then he began to move as smooth as the waves of the ocean, pulling back almost all the way out and sliding back in filling me up completely. Feeling his cock head slide against my prostate unsheathed was nothing short of euphoric. And apparently he felt the same because after the third time of sliding in and out his eyes fluttered and he breathed out, “Fuuuck.”

He moved down to his forearms and we made love this way for a while, his body steady and controlled, my heels guiding him as I pressed into his lower back. I like being loud but this time all I could do was hold on and whimper against him. He moved like he wanted this feeling to last forever and so did I. We lost track of time and space, the heat from our bodies and the roaring fire making sweat form on our chests, making sliding against each other with my cock in between us easier.

I knew it was coming, I felt it deep within me, maybe I felt it in my soul. The quiet rush of my orgasm grew into a roar as he continued to press against my internal nub. I started trembling against him, calling out, “Oh God… Oh God… Oh God… Oh… My… God…”

My eyes rolled back and moaned out his name, “Joooo!” My body seized up against him as my orgasm rolled over me but my cock did not seize, instead twitching and spurting out ropes of cum between us, hot white liquid coating both of our chest.

“Fuuuck,” he said breathlessly again, then began to move quicker, his own orgasm rolling toward us like a quick moving avalanche. He only made it about four more strokes and then said one word, “Cumming.”

I felt him explode that first shot like hot lava searing my insides, then the next couple of spurts deep inside of me. My guts were warmed and soothed and I let out a huge and verbal sigh of elation as he stopped ejaculating and laid still.

His face was inches from mine with labored breath on my lips, and he had a look of pure delight. I said quietly to him, “Ah. May. Zing.”

He smiled. “Ah. May. Zing,” he repeated.

He kissed my lips softly a few times, then asked, “Hey, what’s the name of the dog?”

“Oooh, that. Well… Every Timon needs a…” I bit my lip in anticipation.

He gave me that face of annoyance and amusement that he does. “You named my dog Pumbaa?”

“Si.” I nodded and grinned widely.

“You’re impossible,” he told me, making me giggle. He chuckled and kissed my lips. “I like it.”

“Really!?”

“Yes. And I like you.”

He kissed my lips again with more passion. We kissed for a while until he grew soft and had to slide out of me. He went to the bathroom while I laid there and relaxed my body, feeling his spunk slowly leak out of me, grinning widely. I could get used to this.

He came back and pulled me close against him, kissed my face and said, “One hour. Then we go again.”

~~~

We spent most of Christmas Day taking full advantage of our newfound sexual freedom by spontaneously having sex. We fucked in the shower, in the hallway against the wall, on the living room floor during a commercial break and again in the shower, eating occasionally, answering Christmas greeting calls and sending some out ourselves. We collapsed into bed exhausted by the early evening, kissing and touching each other, my bottom full with my lover’s cum.

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Alex watched the man in front of him glide over the wood boards that elevated the footpath over the muck of the swampy marshland. They had been exploring the Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge when Steve signaled Alex to stay back. His large athletic body barely made a sound as it inched forward and Alex wondered if he was part Indian Warrior or part Ballerina. The man suddenly lurched and Alex had his answer.

He turned to face Alex and glided back towards him with a two-foot long snake in his hand.

“Wow Steve,” Alex said impressed, “you’ve got some skill. Are you part Cherokee or somethin?”

“Actually, 1/16th,” Steve said with a smile as he offered the writhing reptile to Alex, “or at least that’s what my Mom used to tell me.”

Alex didn’t know why but he held out a hand to accept the gift. He wasn’t particularly fond of snakes but he didn’t want to seem like a wimp and was intoxicated by the confidence and swagger of the older outdoorsman.

“Woah, no, hang on” Steve quickly yelled and retracted the snake with concern on his face. Then he placed it back on the wood boards and, while still holding it’s body firm, stepped on its head. Alex heard the distinct sound of bones cracking and watched as the life left the previously animated body. “That was poisonous son,” Steve said as he ground his boot into the skull for good measure. Then he tossed the carcass into the brown ooze.

“What the – why did you offer it to me then?” Alex said suddenly pissed off as he took a step back from the bloody mark left behind by the snake.

Steve broke into a big toothy smile. His red cheery cheeks lifted his full but well-trimmed beard. Wrinkles radiated from his eyes. His was the smile of a prankster, a magician, the best friend that relished in your embarrassment. “Did you get bit?” he finally asked the young man.

Alex instinctively checked his hand but already knew the answer. “No,” he replied.

“Good.” Then Steve turned and continued down the path.

Alex looked around. Then he scratched his head. Then he watched the tight ass of the asp-killer as it swaggered away into the mouth of the woods that stood at the end of the pine planks. Then he felt his cock twitch. “Fuck,” he thought to himself as he walked rapidly to catch up to the denim short and tee-shirt magnet that got swallowed up by the forest and pulled him into the void.

They walked in silence through the refuge on the coast of Maine just south of Portland. Steve led Alex through marsh and some wood and some prairie. Alex always stayed within a few meters of the man to avoid separation. It wasn’t that Alex was afraid of getting lost. He had grown up in this area and had walked this path several times with his family, friends and girlfriend. He recognized each turn and each boulder. He knew exactly how many minutes they were from the next parking lot or cross trail. No, Alex was not afraid of getting lost. Invisible forces pulled Alex toward the mass of the real man with firm ass and confident stride. But also guilt and fear and an odd sense of submissiveness served to repel him at the same time. A few steps behind Steve was Alex’s equilibrium. Not too close and not too far.

Alex looked over his shoulder through the trees as they walked the bluff along the water’s edge. The Atlantic Ocean spread out over the horizon just as dusk started turning the sky a dark shade of blue. His heart skipped a beat and Alex wondered if it was due to his exertion, the company he was keeping today or more likely a creeping mournfulness. In six weeks he’d leave Portland for college and he sensed that these woods and these people would become known as the place he came from but no longer his home. His new home was out there in the world.

“Hey,” Steve’s voice shouted in Alex’s ear and he looked forward just in time to avoid collision with his leader who had stopped. Steve laughed and held out a steadying hand as Alex faltered. Alex took it. It was warm and strong and calloused.

“Sorry,” Alex muttered and he regained his balance.

“No worries,” Steve said and offered Alex an open pouch filled with granola looking flakes and fruit. Alex shook it off. Steve plunged a large hand into the opening and snatched grain and berries then tossed the morsels in his mouth in almost neanderthal like hunger.

“Gettin’ dark,” Steve said while masticating his snack. “We should head back.”

Alex let out a chuckle.

“Somethin’ funny,” Steve said.

Alex pointed shyly back at Steve while maintaining his chagrin. But this clue was not enough and Steve suddenly looked annoyed and shrugged. “You’ve got blueberries and crap in your beard,” Alex finally managed to explain.

Steve reflexively moved a hand to his facial hair and shook and combed the scrub. He looked at Alex for a visual OK.

“Well, still there,” Alex confirmed and then did something completely out of his character. He raised his hand and stroked the man’s beard in an attempt to dislodge the trapped crumbs. ümraniye gecelik escort Alex had never felt a man’s beard before; why would he. His Dad and brothers preferred to be clean-shaven. As for his own face, his Mom had a larger mustache than his feeble peach fuzz. The feel of the hair surprised him. He expected something rough and cruel, like a brillo pad. Instead it felt soft with just the faint sting of ticklish prickle.

Steve flinched slightly at the brazen encroachment of his personal space then held still. His face softened as the young man’s hand caressed and played with his chin.

“There,” Alex proclaimed after a moment and presented the now detangled dried berry and flaky crumbs in his hand for Steve to verify. Then he did another uncharacteristic gesture, he popped the crumbs into his mouth. As he swallowed he watched Steve eye him suspiciously as Steve ran a hand through his beard in thoughtful consideration. Alex turned away and looked back at the ocean. Red blood filled his cheeks and he blinked.

The two men stood there for a while. A normal pinkish color returned to Alex’s complexion and his breathing fell into a more regular pattern.

Then Steve asked, “How’s your girlfriend?” and redness flooded Alex’s face again. “She’s fine,” he said just above a whisper, then added, “She’s havin’ a hard time. We’re going to different schools this fall. She’s really nervous about it – about us. She’s acting kind of weird actually.”

“Huh,” was all the compassion Steve offered. Then he asked another question, “Have you fucked her yet?”

Alex felt like his face would explode. He took a step away from the older man and looked at the ground. Then he dared a quick glance upward. Steve looked at him with a blank expression. ‘Why the hell did he care if -‘ Alex thought.

“Yeah – of course,” Alex stammered while looking away. “Maybe that’s why she’s acting so – you know we love each other – and,”

Alex dared another look. Steve was still there. His eyes still penetrated his. His chest still rose and fell in slow powerful breaths. Alex looked away. “We might get married you know – I mean we’ve talked about it – and it’s hard -“

Alex heard Steve laugh but didn’t look up. “Really,” Steve exhaled in a slow friendly tone, “well, I bet you guys will be very happy. Kim is – you know – nice.”

“Yeah, she is,” Alex confessed into the ground and then waited for the usual adult pep talk. “Don’t worry. What will be will be. You guys are young and have so much to discover.” Alex heard that brand of bullshit before and was prepared to payback the advice with his own bullshit head nod. But Steve did not offer any of these. Instead Alex felt the magnetism strengthen as Steve silently moved within inches of his hunched shoulders and head.

Steve leaned into his ear. “We should get back. Kim probably wonders where the hell you are.” Alex felt the man’s breath on his neck and cowered just a little more. He nodded his head.

“I – I know a shortcut,” Alex offered sheepishly still looking at the mud and twigs and dead grass. He

“Oh?” Steve replied but didn’t move from his position. Instead he placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder and waited for a moment before saying, “Well then – why don’t you lead the way.”

Alex was surprised but was too afraid to move. “Sure,” he mumbled.

Steve removed his hand from Alex, releasing him from his hold. Alex turned and moved hurriedly down the path, happy to be heading home.

He noted the sound of crunching leaves and bark as Steve began to follow. He wondered if Steve was admiring his own denim covered butt and he tried to keep his ass from swinging too sexily but his preoccupation with creating a natural hip motion created the opposite effect and each butt cheek flexed and swayed like synchronized pendulums in a grandfather’s clock.

After a half mile further down the ocean hugging path Alex turned and headed inland along a much narrower trail. This unofficial path is discouraged by the park rangers but over the years it has been trod upon by enough potheads, hunters, and loners seeking even greater isolation that it has maintained a rudimentary semblance of form and function. The first hundred feet was a steep climb to a higher bluff overlooking the ocean before heading diagonally through the woods back to the main parking lot.

Alex bounded up the slope and narrow trail with speed and was surprised when he looked back to find Steve dropping back, apparently struggling with the brush and branches that Alex’s slight frame easily avoided but that Steve’s build and six foot two height managed to intercept with each step. Alex was about to shout down an apology but then held back. He did not want to embarrass the man just because of his body.

Steve’s masculine frame quickly became a topic for discussion in southern Portland when he arrived just a few years ago. Alex first came to appreciate it when he and a group of friends ran the kadıköygrup yapan escort February Frostbite 2.5 km in downtown Portland. He was a junior in high school and Steve had just moved to town. He was relatively unknown so when he showed up at the race in costume and looking like a Dicken’s character it created quite a stir. The annual event celebrates Longfellow, Maine’s favorite literary son, and proceeds go to the local chorus. Runners are encouraged to show up in Victorian era costume but not all do. Certainly Alex and his friends were not of the ‘theatrical’ bent and showed up in layered sweats and running shoes. They hopped around the starting line trying to keep warm.

Then as the start of the race neared Steve stripped his top hat, scarf and coat to reveal the well chiseled Tarzan-esque body of Lord Graystoke. He wore a wind-proof skin-tight lycra running suit that showed most of his contours. Steve ran a good race and finished with the first group of more serious athletes. This group included Alex who clocked in just a few seconds behind Steve. And it was during that 2.5 km trek that Alex catalogued each ripple in the man’s back and ass and thighs. And it was at the end of that race, when Alex watched Steve as he socialized with the other racers, that Alex began to suspect Steve was less interested in swinging with Jane and more interested in wresting with the other ape-men.

Alex understood Steve’s sheer power but miscalculated the toll his bulk took on his physical dexterity. He was no ballerina and Alex began to feel ashamed for putting him through the gauntlet of scraggly tree limbs and thrushes. Alex waited at the top of the hill and grew red-faced. As Steve got closer he paused and stared at the young man. “I should have let that snake bite you,” he said seriously before breaking into a grin. Alex grinned back.

“This is the worst of it,” Alex offered and then turned and continued down the trail that in fact did open up with larger trees bordering each side and less brush inhibiting their walk.

With only a mile to go Alex heard Steve stop walking then a moment later he heard a soft whistle that sounded like a drowning duck.

Alex stopped and turned to see Steve pointing up in between two large oaks. He waved at his young friend to join him and signaled Alex to be silent. Alex obeyed and walked with care back to the spot.

“What’s up?” Alex said in a breathless whisper as he sidled up next to Steve.

“Look – look up there – in the trees beyond the small clearing.”

Steve put one arm around Alex’s shoulder while the other pointed north into the dimly lit tree tops. Alex inhaled at the man’s friendly embrace. Their sweat co-mingled but instead of seeming somehow gross the feel of his slippery arm on Alex’s slippery neck sent goosebumps crawling over his skin.

“Do you see it?” Steve whispered in his ear. More goosebumps flared.

Alex squinted trying to focus on an object fifty feet away instead of the hand on shoulder and lips near his neck.

Then his eyes’ widened. “Yeah – yeah,” he whispered. A predator bird sat on a tree limb. He was perfectly silhouetted against the dark blue sky. They were close enough to make out it’s beak and talons wrapped around the tree limb as it rested in the twilight.

“What kind do you think it is?” Alex asked. Just then the bird took off and revealed a massive wingspan. Steve reflexively tightened his embrace around Alex.

“Oh wow,” Steve exhaled and paused before answering his companion. “Based on the shape of the wings I’m guessing an Osprey. They’re pretty common in these parts – but it might have been a Peregrine. They are less common. If that was a Peregrine than that was pretty special to see around here.”

The two men admired the bird as it darted first upward then swung back down and hid behind distant trees.

Alex glanced up toward Steve as the older man straightened and looked down at his young companion. Alex smiled awkwardly then feeling the dominance of his guide he looked back down to count the tall and fat mushroom caps that were growing next to the trail under his feet.

“Alex, do me a favor?” Steve ordered.

“What? What do you need?” Alex replied and dared to glance in his eyes.

Steve nodded his head in the direction of the large oak. “Walk over to the tree,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Walk over to the tree over there,” and Steve pointed it out, “then turnaround and lean your back against the trunk.”

Alex gave out a nervous laugh and darted his eyes back and forth between Steve and the ancient tree. Deep down Alex knew the intent of Steve’s request; at least he hoped he knew. He shivered even though the night still had not done much to cool the 80 degree temperature. His teeth began to chatter and to hide his reaction he turned and did what he was told.

Alex leaned his back against the prickly bark. It felt dry and dusty. One hand nervously reached back to feel the bostancı türk escort solid trunk behind him and then it fell useless to his side. It hung there, nervous and limp while other body parts began to fill with blood. He brushed the hair out of his eyes with his other hand and licked his lips. He stared for a moment at the hunk that stood just ten feet away but was gliding closer. Alex’s heart raced. He could not hold the stare very long and turned his eyes back down to the underbrush.

The near silent crunch of twigs filled Alex’s ears like thunder as Steve slowly walked towards the tree. Alex looked up to find the man now consuming his entire view. Alex quickly inhaled and pushed himself backwards into the tree, trying to melt into the bark and wood. Steve was on top of him now. He let out a powerful breath and Alex watched as the hairs on his mustache shivered from the bull-like grunt. Another hot and deep exhale shook the mustache and made it clear to Alex what Steve needed. Alex closed his eyes tight.

Steve dropped his mouth close to Alex’s tightly clenched lips and held them there for a long moment. Alex felt the beard hairs tickle his face. If Alex needed some signal to underscore how different this kiss was going to be compared to those of Kim and other girls then inch long facial hair served the purpose. A man’s beard was within a centimeter of Alex’s lips, waiting – waiting for him to do something. He exhaled and tried to relax. His shoulders drooped down. His eyes’ opened slightly and his forehead gave up its’ pinched brow. His mouth was no longer two thin stretched lines of tightened anxious flesh but a loose opening that formed full bodied red lips.

Sensing the young man’s new spirit of cooperation and indeed receptivity Steve closed the short distance and laid his mouth on top of Alex’s. Again the young man’s body tightened but then just as quickly a searing heat flooded his body and the warmth made him feel like he was floating. He gave in to the feeling. He softened his lips. His knees felt weak and one hand went to steady himself against the tree.

Steve’s facial hair pressed into his chin and cheeks but it didn’t tickle. The strands matted together to form a fibrous layer of kevlar that felt strong and reassuring. Steve’s mouth worked against Alex’s in hungry and slow chews. Steve’s body hovered as close to Alex’s body as possible without touching and it felt to Alex like static was invisibly leaping between the short chasm. They were connected not just by lips but by an electromagnetic field. Alex gasped for air and then Steve renewed the long kiss without missing a beat.

Alex pressed further into the tree, needing it’s hardness and steadiness to stay standing. Then Alex surprised himself by opening his mouth. He held it open, inviting Steve to penetrate. Steve paused at the opening and then plunged a thick meaty tongue deep inside of Alex’s cheeks. It probed and played with the smaller muscle to afraid to come out of its cave. Drool began to collect in Alex’s mouth and he swallowed hard.

Now it was Steve’s turn to gasp for breath before inserting his tongue again and then he pressed his body into Alex’s as the tongue dove deeper down his throat. There was no space now between the men and Alex was sandwiched between the sturdy unforgiving wood of the oak and the fleshy muscle of his living Tarzan. More heat surged and a weakened Alex was certain that if he was not being held up between the two solid structures he would collapse to the ground.

Alex felt his heart beat against Steve’s chest and he wondered if Steve was also experiencing the terrifying effects of the pulse quickening jungle kiss. Alex could not sense the pulse but he did feel Steve’s pecs flex under the cotton tee-shirt and this emboldened him to want to touch the man’s body. His hand glided to Steve’s hip and rested on the firm and ample ass. That was all Steve needed and he thrust his hips into Alex as he stood against the tree with nowhere to go.

Alex felt a new and different kind of lumber. Through the denim of both men’s shorts Steve’s rock hard cock pressed into Alex’s hip and thigh. Both men groaned at the sensation and Alex opened his eyes wide and then shut them again preferring to shut out reality. Steve’s groans vibrated against his cheek. The beard soothed his flesh and he moved one hand up to touch Steve’s face but for some reason Steve batted it away and Alex instinctively felt he was to do only what he was instructed.

They broke for a breath and momentarily looked at each in the growing darkness. Steve glared at the man-boy with even more dominance and desire. Then Steve, holding Alex’s hand down, went in for another long tongue filled kiss and Alex opened his mouth to accept the snake. Emotions and lust grew and Alex met Steve’s hip pressing with a mutual counter press but his nerves were getting the better of him. His skin felt like it was on fire. His hands pushed and pulled, wanting more but also wanting it to stop. He gasped for breath and tried to pull back away from the man’s crotch; an involuntary attempt to escape. But he had no room to maneuver against the tree. Out of panic he thrust forward and now his cock pressed deeper into Steve’s thigh encouraging both men to release moans of heated desire and uncertain fear.

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I’m a married, closet bisexual. My wife and I don’t have a very active sex life and being bi I crave a cock every now and then.

The other night on the way home I decided to visit the local adult bookstore since my wife was out of town. I walked into the video booth area and found a booth with glory holes on either side. A minute later someone entered the booth beside me. I looked through the hole to see a man in his late thirties pulling out his cock. It was about 7.5″ and thick. I gave him the signal that I wanted his cock and he approached the hole. I grabbed it and started licking the head. Then I was lost in lust for his cock and engulfed it in my mouth. I sucked for all I was worth. After about five minutes he pulled his cock back. I looked through to see why and saw he was putting lube on his cock. He stuck it back through and I pulled my pants around my ankles and lined his cock up to my manpussy. When my ass hit the wall I reached back and spread my cheeks to get him in me as deep as I could. He started pumping in and out of my pussy slowly at first. After ten minutes or so he started really pounding me. He gave one more deep thrust and I could feel him pumping a huge load deep in my ümraniye gecelik escort ass. His cock was beginning to go soft and he pulled out of my tight hole. I looked back through at him and he leaned down and said thank you. Then he left the booth.

A few seconds later another man entered and pulled out his cock and plunged it through the hole. It was slightly bigger than the one that had just fucked me. I sucked it like the cock craving slut that I was feeling like. After just a couple of minutes I stood up and guided his cock up in my manpussy. He gave a couple of slow pumps then started pounding as hard as he could. He wasn’t discrete at all. Everybody in the place probably knew I was being fucked by the way he was slamming into the wall. After a few minutes I noticed someone watching from the other hole. I came to find out later he had been watching since the first cock came through the hole. I rubbed the bottom of that hole and was treated to a thick black ten inch cock. It was a thing of beauty. How often does a bi cock lover get a cock like that presented to him while being ramrodded? I started slowly sucking on the head as that’s all I could reach without kadıköygrup yapan escort pulling off of the cock giving me a good fucking. After about a fifteen minute pounding I got the second load of the night.

I was so focused on the cock in my mouth I didn’t know there was another guy already in the other booth until he rammed is cock deep in my ass. He was at least an inch and a half to two inches longer than the last and thicker too. He pounded me for about five minutes then unloaded deep in bowels. I loved the repetitiveness of feeling the warm spurts of man juice inside my manpussy.

By this time the man whose cock I’d been nursing on the head of was ready for his turn. I went down on his cock and started deep throating him as best I could but his cock was huge. He pulled back and looked through the hole and said he would rather go to a large booth. I pulled up my pants and we both exited our booths and went to one of the larger ones. Once inside he locked the door. He just looked at me as he dropped his pants and released that big cock of his. I knew my place and went down on my knees and started trying to give him the best blowjob he ever had. After just bostancı türk escort a couple of minutes he asked if I was ready to really get fucked and I just stood up and bent over the chair that was in there. He lined that huge cock up with my manpussy and shoved it in with one swift move. His body was right against mine and I couldn’t believe I took that monster cock so easy. He started pounding my ass good and hard. We got into a good rhythm together and I was in a euphoric daze. Then he leaned in a little while grinding deep in my ass and said, “You’re my bitch now and I’m going to breed your ass.” He was giving me the fucking of a lifetime and I was hooked on that big cock. He pounded me for about twenty minutes then about blew my insides out when he let his load loose. It shot out with such force and volume. He stayed in me until he was completely soft and slid out.

Afterward he told me I had a sweet ass and gave me his number. I ended up getting fucked by two more guys through the glory holes in the booths and sucked off three more. I left the store and went home and jacked off two times thinking of that big cock.

The next day I called him and went to his house. As soon as I walked in we stripped and I got on my knees and took that cock in my mouth and started giving the best blowjob I could. He fucked me in three different positions and came in my ass four times. When I looked at the clock he had been fucking my manpussy for three hours. I’ll be going back to get more as soon as I can.

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I’m fully clothed and face down on a strange man’s bed. The name I know him by is Paolo, but it turns out he’s not Italian. But he’s a little better looking than I’d expected from his photos, despite the slight receding hairline. And he tells me he gives a wonderful massage.

How did I get here? Years, more than a decade, of repressed sexual curiosity. Occasional drunken online arrangements made and not kept – sometimes on my side, sometimes on the other guy’s. Two or three years on a local dating site, sometimes just lurking, at other times trying the patience of the guys I’d contact, or who’d contact me.

But tonight, I got here through a long series of messages, from around 4pm that afternoon onwards. Hadn’t seen this guy on the dating site before, but the pics I’d seen looked good and he was reassuring. Just a massage. You’ve not been with a man before. I’ll make you relaxed.

By 9.30pm and a few glasses of wine, I’ve sent him my mobile number. He texts back with his address. I’ll walk. Be there by 10.30.

It takes me about 40 minutes to walk to his. It’s on a familiar street, but I have a very unfamiliar feeling, like a hypnotic trance, as I approach his door. I’m swooning with tension and excitement. I’ve gotten close before, but this time I’m going to cross the threshold.

I ring his buzzer. No answer.

I ring once more. Same.

I ümraniye gecelik escort then call the number… and text him yet again. Nothing.

I walk home, still full of tense nervous energy, but still strangely deflated, flat. Then, as I approach my door. A text.

I fell asleep. I’m so sorry.

I can come pick you up? Be there 15 minutes.

When his car pulls up alongside the gates of the botanic gardens where we agree to meet, I find myself opening the door and getting in.

So, here I am in his tiny makeshift bedroom (he’s not been in town long, not yet settled). There’s a guitar, and yoga manuals. And a mattress, not even a full bed. And I’m lying face down, waiting to be touched sensually for the first time by another man. And it’s just a massage. I’ll let him do the work.

He starts on my arms, splaying them out by my sides and giving them a firm but sensuous rub down which relaxes me so much it’s like I’m melting into the mattress. But oddly enough it’s the firm stroking of my calf muscles that makes me groan with pleasure. I can feel that he knows exactly what he’s doing, that every gesture is there to produce the desired effect… And then when he starts stroking, rubbing the back of my thighs I’m starting to go insane with pleasure. So I turn round, and we embrace.

My hands are running under his shirt, kadıköygrup yapan escort and before long I reach into his jeans and into his underwear. He’s huge, as I knew from his photos, but to be feeling my first cock in my hand, soft-to-hardening as I breathe in his musty male scent, so different from the perfumed odour of women, is an extraordinary rush. We’re rubbing up against each other, both breathing heavily though he’s the calmer of the two.

Then he senses something in my desire which I do not yet know myself, though I had fantasised about it through porn and in my dreams.

He puts his thumb in front of my lips. I open them gently, and take his thumb into my mouth and suck it. And what I know in that second is that I will shortly have his cock in my mouth. That I’m a cocksucker a COCKSUCKER a cocksucker I will suck his cock oh god I will adore his cock that I want it and that nothing else makes sense in that instant but to have this strange man in my mouth. And the fact that he has anticipated my desire, known it before I had known it consciously only makes me want it more. That I’ve ever so gently, and ever so craftily, been manipulated into taking off his jeans, and down his underwear, and sliding my mouth round my first penis. Which both tastes and feels strange to me, much softer even in its hardening state than I’d ever dreamt, bostancı türk escort like the biggest, softest thumb you’ve ever dreamed of, with that slightly rubbery slightly salty taste of foreskin. I’m bewitched, and as my tongue licks up from the base of his balls all the way up the shaft of his penis to envelope round the tip of his now hard cock, beguiled. Helpless. All I remember at this point is a stray glimpse of the pink starfish of his anus.

It’s taken an impossibly short time from the first strokes of his massage to this first taste of his dick. Perhaps three minutes, no more.

After a few minutes of enjoying his taste in my mouth, we embrace again and rub our bodies and hard penises together. I feel his cock pushing against my anus, though I know we’re not going to fuck and I know he also knows that. He’s too big for one thing. And for another, I’m psychologically not ready.

Our rubbing embrace lasts for minutes, my groans now uncontrolled. I’m enjoying the feel of his flesh next to mine, the hairy chest, the hardness of the musculature, the softness of the flesh, the dazzling feel of his sexual organ between my legs.

Then, unbelievably, we come within seconds of each other, my semen spraying out over the inside of his thighs, feeling wet hot and happy.

I will confess that the draining of desire post-orgasm makes me recoil slightly. I’m both deflated and strangely still hyper, and without the intensity of sexual desire I’m feeling a little uncomfortable about my nakedness next to his body, even though I’m enjoying the wet sensation of our sperm covered thighs. He rubs my hair and asks me if I want a lift home. I say, I could do with a walk.

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I heard a knock at my door and went to check who it was. Looking through the peep hole my heart started racing when I saw my ex there. I opened the door a little asking what he wanted.

He pushed me aside and said, “Hey bitch, miss me?”

I started to stammer and try to respond when he slapped me across the face. “That was for thinking you don’t have to take care of my needs.” I tried to tell him to leave, but every time I opened my mouth, he slapped me again.

I broke up with him because I found out he was cheating on me. “My new bitch is out of town, so I needed to remind you who owns you.” He explained as he kept lightly slapping my face as I stuttered trying to say anything.

I had tears rolling down my stinging face as he asked if I was done. I silently nodded and he patted my head and said, “Good bitch.” He then pushed me down to my knees and said he expected to be greeted by me kneeling and kissing his feet.

I got a backhand across the face when I looked up at him confused and started trying to ask what he meant. “I didn’t say you could talk, bitch. I told you to kiss my fucking feet.

I almost started sobbing then, but I couldn’t help but listen to him. We always would talk about how I liked it a little rough, but he had a much higher sex drive than me, and I could barely handle it.

I crawled forward from where his backhand had landed me and bent down even lower to press my lips against his tennis shoes. After planting one on each I looked up at his sneering face. “You really are a pathetic loser. I knew this was what you needed. I didn’t say you could stop though.”

I bent down again and started alternating my lips between each foot. I probably got a dozen in when he kicked me back and sauntered to my couch. “Come over here, and we’ll talk.”

I started standing, and he yelled that I’m a bitch and bitches don’t stand up around alphas without reason. I started bawling when I realized he wanted my to crawl to him at my own place. I still did it though.

“Stop right in front of me, like a good little puppy bitch,” he said cruelly laughing. “If you talk without speaking, I’m going to slap you. Now, the way I see it, you promised me a lot and then went ahead and broke up with me. You’re just a dumb bitch and don’t know what you need though, so I’m here to make things right. We were ümraniye gecelik escort together for six months, and I put up with you not putting out. Well, we both know how much attention my dick needs, but you still got all pissy when someone else swung on it for a night. I’m just here to get what you owe me. I only got off about twice a week with you, and the rest was my hand. I average about three a day. So, twenty a week, for six months is about five hundred fucking loads into my own hand. So, you owe five hundred loads.”

“What the fu-” I tried to get out before being laid into by his hand again.

“I said no fucking talking bitch, now get off the fucking ground and kneel in front of your master.” He continued as I returned to where I was, “you owe me five hundred loads. Now I’m going to be nice and say that you can repay them multiple ways. Obviously, taking a load will count. And bitches don’t get to cum without permission, so every week you don’t cum will count as a load repaid. Also, I’m going to be taking your credit card and after a certain amount I’ll count it as a load. How much you think my loads are worth bitch? I got a number in my head, if you’re higher I’ll go with yours, if you’re lower, I’ll double the difference and add it to my number.”

“Umm, I don’t know,” I stammered, caught off guard with the question. My mind was still racing with everything he’s been saying.

“Umm, I don’t know,” he mocked in a song-song voice. “How about this,” he said leaning forward and lightly slapping me again. “Take off my shoes and socks, and I’ll let you think about your answer. Remember, how much would you pay for my thick and creamy load?”

He pressed the bottoms of his shoes into my face, squeezing my nose between them. I reached up and started to pull them off when he kicked me back, once again forcing me on my back for the third time in less than fifteen minutes.

“Show some fucking reverence for your master’s feet and property. Unlace them and take them off slow, dumb bitch.”

I apologized and quickly crawled forward, reaching out and unlacing his shoes. After that, I reached up and pulled them down, only for a ripe, rancid smell to smack me in the face.

He laughed at my facial expression. “How’s that bitch? This good has been out running today and decided it would kadıköygrup yapan escort be a good workup before I came over to show you our new life. Keep going boy.”

I tried not to get nauseous as I reached back up and began rolling down his rank, sweaty socks.

After I got them off, he told me to turn them back right-side-out to show them proper respect. Then he took them from me and held one of them up, “Lick it, bitch. Just the tip, you’ll get more later,” he laughed.

I stuck my tongue out and pressed it against the toes of his sock as it assaulted my nose.

He smacked me once again and said, “Lick doesn’t mean press your tongue against it, bitch. There needs to be some tongue movement here.”

I swiped my tongue left and right, licking all around the tip. After he was satisfied, he laid the sock out and presented the other for me to tongue.

“I hope you know how much my load is now,” he reminded me. My eyes widened as I had completely forgotten.

“$20, sir?” I murmured, my mind still reeling at the taste of his rancid socks.

“Fuck that. That’s way too fucking low bitch. You’re lucky I don’t beat the shit out of you for insulting me like that, but I am gonna punish you. Unlock your phone and give it to me.”

Not wanting to do anything of the sort, I just stared at him with a worried look in my eye, feeling helpless in front of him.

He decided I hesitated too long, and that was a mistake. He leaped up and grabbed my hair, jerking my head around before slapping me three times in quick succession.

“Don’t fucking hesitate when I tell you to do something. Don’t act like you have a choice. You lost that right when you couldn’t do a good job taking care of my cock.”

Crying again, I reached into my pocket and unlocked my phone before offering it to him. Sneering, he looked over my apps before sitting back down.

“Hope you don’t have anyone important on Snapchat,” he laughed menacingly. “Just sit fucking still for me and think of an appropriate number.”

Randomly deciding on sixty, I sat still until he told me I could speak again. Before that however, he put his big toes in my mouth and told me to suck. If I thought his sock tasted bad, his toes tasted like concentrated, rancid, jock sweat. I could feel my spit mixing with the sweat bostancı türk escort and grime, creating a slimy substance that filled my mouth with the fouls taste.

After a few minutes, he pulled his toes as far apart as he could, hooking the insides of my cheeks on them and stretching out my mouth. He started hawk up a wad of spit. He leaned his head back a little and let it fly, landing on the front of my shirt.

“Aww. I missed. We’re gonna do this until I get three points,” he said, laughing as he began coughing more spit up. Ultimately, I had five and a half loogies on my face, eight on my shirt, two on the floor, and three and a half in my mouth because one “didn’t count.”

“Alright, you’re gonna tell me the price of my loads while I film it,” he told me as he pulled up my phone. “I wonder what Snapchat will think of you talking with your mouth full.”

“How much is it worth to you?” he asked, as, I assume, he started filming. My heart filled with dread as I realized he wasn’t planning on taking his toes from my mouth as I answered.

“Ishty!” I tried to shout as his spit gurgled in my mouth, and I couldn’t pronounce around his toes.

He messed with my phone for a minute, then set it down and told me I’d get a load off my debt for every $150 on my credit card.

“I was gonna do $75, and $50 is a bit lower than that. So, the difference times two, plus mine and a bit for that pitiful fist offer,” he explained, mishearing my offer by ten. I didn’t have the courage to contradict him, and I still couldn’t talk right with his two huge toes taking up my mouth.

He kicked me back a bit and stood up abruptly, reaching for the zipper on his jeans.

“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing. But you’re gonna have to earn the right to take my load straight from my dick, and that’s not gonna count towards your debt unless you can get the nut out yourself.”

He fished out his soft cock, about four inches and still thicker than I am hard. He started stroking it while leering down at me. After a few minutes I was staring up at him in awe of his thick, 7.5 inch dick. A full two inches longer than the one making a tent in my pants, all fears and worry forgotten while staring down his alpha meat.

He stiffened and shot a huge load all over my carpet. He didn’t let a single drop land on me. He sat down and stared straight at me, his dick still hard and pointing straight up, like a thick cannon that didn’t need any recharging time.

“You’re gonna lick that up off the floor and my spit from earlier. Then you and I are going to go about getting some lunch. Or more lunch in your case,” he added laughing.

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We had set up our tent in a pine grove after riding in his black SUV for nearly 100 miles. A few feet to our left a picnic table provided by management of the camp ground and our portable Coleman stove would serve as a kitchen. The temperature at 7 pm was a comfortable, dry 70 degrees with a slight breeze. As a much younger boy I had camped at this same state forest with my dad. Now as a young adult of twenty five camping provided the relaxation that I enjoyed.

Darrel and I had met on a warm evening in May at the start of softball season. The five foot eight brunette with an athletic build had just signed on to play his first season and I, my third season.

We sat across from one another attention focused on the hard wood, large chess pieces. Both of us shared a passion for the game, having started playing as fairly young children. I had learned it from my dad and he from extended family members. Anyway at that moment it was my 14th move with the black pieces.

That night after the first softball game a month earlier we got to know each other somewhat over a couple of beers at a local bar. We had been running around together since.

At 23 Darrel had recently taken a job at the New Port News Virginia shipyard where he worked as a pipe fitter. He had told me that he enjoyed working there and felt proud to be doing something for his country.

“I believe it’s your move.”

“Yes,” I replied. At this moment I had a rare instance of being distracted from the game. A few minutes had passed. Normally I would have played much more quickly than five minutes per move which I had already taken.

I had for the past year or so become more and more curious about how sex with another man would feel. I wanted to think that it could only feel good. At the same time this was a side of me that I would have to keep to myself. For the past few days I had been cruising Darrel while he was looking the other way unaware.

His dark hair framed his square face. His full lips and brown eyes and straight nose cut a handsome figure. Some where deep in my subconscious words like hot and gorgeous described him.

Life can be complicated sometimes especially when there’s a girl involved. Her name was Melanie Patterson. Melanie and I had been dating for a year since meeting at the office. The tall, shapely auburn haired girl and I began our relationship having coffee together. After a few days of this we went on our first date, a movie. She was not my first girlfriend but being with her felt good. Even so my attraction to another man was an issue.

“Melanie bought herself an HD tv.”

“Really,” he replied, “I thought she doesn’t like tv.”

“There’s a few shows she watches.”

I had few details of Darrel’s past. I knew that he grew up in Tidewater region and that he had attended a vocational high school. He had said nothing of past friendships, only that he has a brother four years older and a sister two years older. I knew that he enjoyed swimming in Va. beach. He had sailed a catamaran. Most of our conversation had been about sports and our softball games, some about tv or movies.

Both avid baseball fans, we had the radio tuned to a Baltimore Orioles game. I think they were losing but that didn’t matter. It was still entertaining.

As the game came to completion I shut the radio rather than listen to the recap of another loss. My friend and I retired into the tent bringing the radio with us. Darrel sat on his blanket spread over his air mattress wearing only a pair of briefs. I was cruising ümraniye gecelik escort him. For the first time since we met he was aware of it but seemed not to object. After a few long seconds had passed I watched as his hand slid down into his briefs and take his member. At that moment I realized that I could turn my fantasy into reality.

Removing my shirt, my pants and my underpants I presented my naked body to him. The the tell tale bulge in his briefs resembles a tent pole I thought. Our lips met and we began to caress each other from shoulders down to thighs. My own penis stiffened. He eased me down to the mattress. From on my back I put my arms around his shoulders and pulled my feet up hs shins. HIs throbbing member pushed against mine. Darrel rolled me onto my left side, pushed his raging hardon into my hole and pumped me. The pleasure was intense.

This was more than just a walk on the wild side. From that moment as we made love I knew that the relationship with Melanie was finished. All I needed to do was tell her.

In the morning after a night’s sleep cuddled next to each other I crawled out from the tent at six leaving my new boyfriend still asleep. Walking over to the faucet I thought about us, and about Melanie. I still liked her but I no longer wanted her sexually. I wanted Darrel.

The coffee was almost ready when he crawled out from the tent and sat across the table from me.

“I’ve been gay all my life.”

“As of last night so am I,” I replied.

“What are you going to tell that girlfriend?”

“That’ it’s over,” I answered.

Monday morning at the office started out the way it always did. Melanie stopped by my office in payroll in a cheerful mood which was typical for her.

“How was your camping trip?”

“It was good.”

I knew that I needed to say something about Darrel and me but this was not the time. I was beginning to feel uneasy around her.

“I’d love to go up to the mountains.”

The skyline drive overlooking the Shenandoah Valley had always been one of her favorite places The trouble was she wanted to be on a date with me while I would prefer being there on a date with the boyfriend.

“I’ve got to go to work. I’ll see you tonight.” she said.

I nodded. It would be the opportunity at least to say that I’m breaking up. At that point I did not have the nerve to say anything about Darrel.

I went down to the cafeteria at noon as I did every work day and met her there for lunch. We took a table by the window. What ever else happened I could still think of Melanie as a good friend. At the same time I knew that she probably would want a clean break. Dam I thought. I had to be attracted sexually to another man while dating a nice girl.

I chewed slowly at my sandwich; swiss cheese and smoked ham with roasted red pepper in french bread. I took a drink from my Dasani 20 oz bottle. Melanie was eating a tuna on rye and washing it down with a diet Coke.

This relationship can’t go anywhere I thought.

“Do you like this outfit I’m wearing?”

“Yeah,” I answered, “it looks nice.”

“I bought it Saturday. I was getting tired of what I have in my closet.”

She was wearing a pair of dark slacks with a white blouse.

That evening when I arrived back at my apartment I went straight to the television. Seinfeld, an old favorite, came on. I watched intent on going nowhere. My phone rang.

I picked up on the first ring.

“Hi hon,” said Melanie,” what are ya doin’?”

“Looking kadıköygrup yapan escort at TV,” I replied.

“Why don’t you come over here and watch it?”

“I can’t,” i said.

“Why can’t you?”

I thought for a second and hit on the way to put it to her.

“My boyfriend is coming. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Who?”

“My boyfriend,” I repeated, ” I’m not joking.”

The loud clop of her phone to the receiver sent me a clear message. Melanie was angry. I’ll avoid her at the office perhaps for the next few days.

I dialed my boyfriend’s number number. He picked up.

“What’s going on?”

“I just got off the phone with Melanie.”

“OH?” he replied.

“I told her that I was staying inside tonight because my boyfriend was coming over.”

He laughed into the phone. “I’ll be right there.”

At eight am on Tuesday I walked into my office, a space shared with two co workers.

Seated nearest to me was Jane French, a fifty year old woman with long sandy blond hair who often smelled of stale cigarette smoke. Jane had been with the firm for ten years in this same office. Ron Heinz, the other co worker, looked to be in his thirties and quite handsome. Both were friendly types though Ron was by far the more introverted of the two.

Entering the cafeteria shortly after 12 that day I noticed that Melanie sat by herself off in a corner where there were no windows. She seemed content just staring into space and not eating. I moved on to a different table paying no further attention to her.

She had never been homophobic. In fact she could be quite friendly toward them but then she never had a boyfriend who switched sides. I guess this was best I thought rather than get married, leave her for another man, pay alimony.

I walked with my plate of salmon to the far opposite end of the company cafeteria. Jane came bye and and sat across from me.

“Did you guys break up?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“That’s too bad. I really thought you guys were in love.”

I giggled. “I’ll get over her.”

The last thing I could say to a co worker is that I fell in love with another man.

Jane knew all about break ups. Divorced after five years of a not so good marriage, she had in the past spoken freely about marital problems. I could not relate but I could listen.

Her children, a daughter 17 and a son 15,were her other favorite topic. “Kristen just got her license.”

“Is she getting a car?”

“A shit box,” Jane replied, “unless her father gets one for her.”

“Maybe he will,” I responded.

“He should,”she responded with a hint of anger,” he makes enough money.”

I was about to have a revelation. Jane was nothing if not open.

“My son just came out to me. He said he has a crush on a boy at school.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“I don’t know,” she replied.

I looked straight into her eyes very briefly before responding.

“I’ll bet it took a lot of cahones for him to come out.”

She didn’t respond to that.

Should I come out at work? Melanie will probably out me eventually if she’s angry enough to have me fired. It might be better if I out myself. Life is complicated all of a sudden. Dam, I thought.

As I left work that afternoon at five I had the sense that Jane French might be sympathetic. After all she did confide in me about having a 15 year old gay son.

Darrel lived in an apartment complex in Fredricksburg very similar bostancı türk escort to my own. He had just recently taken a second floor suite at a wood frame house. The comfortable bachelor pad featured swimming pool and sand volleyball court along with a picnic area.

He looked up from his pool side chair as I walked on to the property.

“It’s a nice place.”

“Thanks. I just moved in a week ago.”

I seated myself beside him.

“Be careful,” he cautioned, “I don’t think this town is very gay friendly.”

“I don’t think this state is gay friendly.”

I planned on a long visit. In another couple of hours it would be dark enough to consider going inside. I would not leave until after we had sex.

Another resident of the building came bye, a woman in her forties with brown hair almost on her shoulders. She sat, lit a cigarette and watched a child play in the pool.

“Hi Darrel”

“Hi MIchelle. This is Stephen.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” she said shaking my hand with a firm grip.

“This is a nice place to live.” I said.

“STephen what do you do for a living?”

“I’m an accountant. I graduated college four years ago. Right now I work in a payroll department.”

“My husband is a building contractor.”

A man about 5 foot 9, with a bundle of sandy blond hair and a couple of days growth of beard clad only in a red bathing suit, came walking toward us. I cruised his gorgeous body.

“This is my husband Mark.”

Realizing my indiscretion, I stopped cruising him. He sat with us and shook my hand.

The little girl in a lime green bathing suit looked to be about nine. She walked quickly over to Mark.

“Daddy watch me!”

Amanda jumped into the pool cannonball style with her knees up in her chest

“That ‘s good sweetheart.”

Darrel and I walked inside and up he stairs to his second floor apartment entering by way of the kitchen.

“You care for a beer?”

I nodded and accepted a Michelob from his frig and sat bye the kitchen table. My friend took one, opened it and sat next to me. His open hand went onto my thigh.

“I couldn’t do this outside.” He was grinning as he spoke. I placed my hand over his as he caressed slowly down to my knee.

“There’s a lot of rednecks around these parts.”

In the privacy of the apartment we finished our beer then walked into the bedroom.

“Did you see that hunk who is married to Michelle?”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“If i wasn’t with you I could take his dick any day.”

“Stephen he wouldn’t give you that. He’d probably give you a fist in the face for your trouble.”

I knew that my boyfriend was right. Fredricksburg, Virginia did not exactly have a gay community. In fact there was not a bar in the entire state as far as I knew.

We embraced caressing each other. Our lips met and our mouths opened. Our tongues probed. My dick stiffened as did his no doubt. We began pulling down each others pants.

Fully naked we lay side by side on the mattress caressing each other, tugging at each other’s cock.

“I want it inside me!”

Darrel responded quickly by rolling me onto to my right side. Inch by inch his hard seven inch manhood slid inside me. As he rocked back and forth shaking the bed on it’s springs I was in a state of ecstasy feeling his hard cock moving inside me.

“yes! That feels so good!”

Sex with Melanie was never this good. We were broken up as far as I was concerned. I just wanted her to get over being angry with me and maybe someday be my fag hag.

The team came out on to the playing field shortly before the start of another game on Friday evening. From my position in center field I looked over at Darrel who was standing by second base. More than 300 feet away from me their first batter was walking up to home plate.

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Chapter 17: When All Else Fails…

© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006

“Apologies for the delay to this chapter. My internet connection and my husband have both been sick and it’s taken me a little while to get around to posting. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the penultimate chapter of Rayne’s French adventure.”

The usual terms apply. Copyright belongs to Sadie Rose and Litty.

*

COLD TURKEY

Rayne sat on the upper deck of Dan Leland’s yacht, nursing a huge mug of black coffee in both hands. He hunched over the cup as if its heat could warm his whole body. His head was down and tendrils of dark hair drooped around his pale face like hanging vines. When Ant came up to join him he did not even stir. It was as if he had been petrified by the rising sun and turned into a small, golden statue. The older man sat down next to him, facing the empty berth at the end of the far pontoon. He stroked the back of Rayne’s neck gently for a little while.

“When did they go?” the boy asked him huskily at last. He tilted his head back, rubbing against the fingers that massaged the base of his skull slowly and rhythmically.

“Yesterday,” Ant told him atonally. “About noon. McNamara had some business in Marseilles. Apparently!”

“They didn’t say goodbye.” Rayne was staring at the empty space, lips parted lightly, inhaling the caffeinated steam from his cup a breath at a time.

“Yeah… well…” Ant shrugged stiffly and shook his head.

“Well, what?” That dark head turned to face him and pale, red-rimmed eyes looked into his own seriously.

“He was… he was pretty pissed off about… about what happened.”

“What? That I got hurt… or that his fuckin’ film got spoiled?” Rayne’s upper lip curled slightly and he looked back down into his mug again, letting the spill of ebony hair screen his expression from view once more.

“It’s an expensive business, making movies,” Ant said, trying to sound non-committal.

“Yeah!” Rayne put down the coffee cup and folded his arms across his knees, resting his forehead against them wearily.

“I’m sorry,” Ant ventured warily, still stroking the backs of his fingers in slow circles through the downy hair at the nape of his companion’s neck.

“Why?” Rayne asked, without lifting his head.

“Well… I know you… you liked him.”

At once Rayne pushed back and uncurled, shrugging him off almost casually. He moved to his knees and picked up the cup, draining it without pausing for breath. Only then did he treat Ant to a small, disdainful, knowing look and murmur; “He’s just an arsehole! Like everyone else!”

Ant followed the boy back down into the bedroom, where he watched for a little while as Rayne hunted through the drawers and under the bed, searching for something with a preoccupied air. Aldo had brought his bags and guitar case back from Phil’s flat a few days ago. The young porn star and his minder, Arturo were still at the Cap. This surprised Ant who had expected them to go with McNamara, but the older Italian had an apartment here in Agde and was staying for the next couple of weeks. Aldo di Boccato stayed too. Ant thought that the young man seemed a little bit lost, but Aldo was not his major concern right now.

“Lost something?” he asked artlessly.

Rayne looked up at him with a quietly frustrated expression.

“I had a pouch thing with my cigarettes and stuff in it,” he said, chewing on his lower lip irritably.

“I know. I burned it,” Ant told him, folding his arms and steeling himself for the explosion.

A terrible stillness came over Rayne for a moment. Icy green eyes glared back at him incredulously and then the boy struggled for breath. He was huffing anxiously as he yelped; “You did ‘what’?”

“I burned it.” Ant looked back at him impassively. “I took it down to the beach last night while you were asleep and I burned it. I’ve been talking to a few people while you’ve been recuperating. I asked Mahmoudi what it was that he’s been sedating you with. I talked to your little friend Phil as well. Who sold it to you, Rayne?”

The boy just blinked at him incredulously. He began to shake his head but Ant was quicker.

“Uh-huh… no lies. I know. I know what you’ve been smoking, I know what he’s been filling your veins with and it’s going to stop. Today!”

“No!” Rayne protested automatically.

“Yes.” Ant nodded his head.

“I can’t!” Rayne was breathing faster now, shaking his dark hair more urgently. “Ant, I can’t… I can’t just stop!”

“You told me before that it wasn’t a problem,” Ant reminded him evenly. “You just did a bit, it wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t take it all the time. That’s what you told me.”

“I don’t… It’s ‘not’!” Rayne insisted, moving towards him automatically. “Ant, I swear to you! It’s no big deal, but I… I’ve been through so much shit this week…” His eyes filled up and he caught his breath, staring imploringly into the older fellow’s solemn blue-grey gaze. “Please… I can’t do this…”

“I’ll ümraniye gecelik escort help you,” Ant said stoically. He unfolded his arms and cupped Rayne’s face in his hands firmly, stroking the salt-wetness from the corners of his beautiful eyes. “You ‘can’ do it. I’m going to make sure you do.”

“No!” Rayne snaked around him, shaking his head desperately. “Get Mahmoudi. I just need something to start me off and I can think straight and ‘then’ I can do it!”

“You don’t,” Ant told him, a little more coldly. “Rayne, it’s got to stop.”

“I’m in pain!” the boy yelled at him, gripping his shoulders and glaring up at him furiously. “You don’t fuckin’ care do you? It’s not ‘you’ they raped! It’s not you they fuckin’ hurt!”

He had guessed that it would not take Ant long to find out the truth, not once he spoke to Phil and Aldo about the events of the other night. Phil had come to see him a couple of days ago and Rayne refused to talk to him. He felt sorry about that now. Phil Honeywell looked so dejected at his response but he was angry. He had only asked for one thing, that Phil should keep his mouth shut about what had been done to him. The stupid little bitch couldn’t even do that! He had blabbed to Aldo and the Italian had seen it as his duty to inform Ant of the whole sorry affair.

The police had come and Rayne blanked them too, much to Ant’s frustration. They had argued about that one last night, just before Doctor Mahmoudi arrived to sedate him. Rayne was cursing that row right now. If Ant had not been so fired up maybe he would not have thought to interrogate the Doctor about the contents of his hypodermic and he would not be in this mess today.

Ant was looking down at him solemnly.

“You admit it then?” he queried huskily. “It’s the first time you’ve actually come out and said it, so I guess it must be true after all.”

Rayne swallowed hard. He was angry and upset in equal measures and it was hard to stay in control when all he wanted was to suck down a little sweet, narcotic smoke and feel his nerves stop grating against one another.

“You knew I’d been attacked,” he said, fighting down the tremor in his voice. “You thought Paddy did it to me, remember?”

Ant nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” he wanted to know.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” Rayne said neutrally, lowering his head and resting his brow against the older man’s chest. “I know what you’re like. I remembered what you were like after… after that night in Soho. You wanted to kill John with your bare hands. Christophe would have been expecting you. He wasn’t going to sit around on his own after doing something like that. He’d have had friends there waiting. I didn’t want you to go after him, Ant.”

Gently, Ant steered him back to the bed and sat him down. He put both arms around the boy and held him for a long, quiet time, just stroking his hair and his slim, naked back.

“You are out of your mind,” he breathed against Rayne’s scalp at last. “You’d have let yourself drown the other night rather than admit what happened, wouldn’t you? Jesus Christ! If Aldo hadn’t found you…”

“Sshhhh…” Rayne exhaled wearily, shaking his head. “It wasn’t like that.”

“You tried to kill yourself!” Ant protested.

“No…” he sat back, looking up dejectedly at the older man. “I didn’t mean to. I just… it felt easier not to fight it any more. I didn’t go into the sea meaning to… to end it. Look at me, Ant!” He held his arms out desperately, lifting them so that the pale stars and stripes of his own determined rite of passage were hard to ignore. “If I really wanted to die I’d have gone by now, yeah? It wasn’t what you think. I needed to pull myself together. I needed something to make me focus and being in the water did it. But I was so tired. When it took me off my feet I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to.”

He looked away, suddenly vulnerable and embarrassed. Only one person in his life had ever come this close to knowing his darkest humours. He was not ready to unburden himself again but he was homesick. Rayne yearned for Dymchurch and his best friend, Simon’s quiet, accepting wisdom. He felt so far from home here.

Ant stroked his arms gently, his face etched with sorrow.

“Did it hurt?” he wanted to know. “Cutting yourself like that…”

Rayne shook his head, numb and exhausted.

“It felt clean,” he said atonally.

“Clean?” Ant was puzzled.

“Like fire, or ice. It was like a purifying thing,” Rayne whispered, unable to look at the marks on his forearms. “When I pulled the knife across my skin and watched the blood come, it was like letting out all the darkness inside me. It felt so good.” He closed his eyes and swayed a little. “With the cigarette burns I was usually angry about something. All the little round marks are like that, where I burned myself or jabbed myself with something sharp because I’d lost my temper. I punched a compass needle through the kadıköygrup yapan escort back of my hand once in a maths lesson. It freaked the girls next to me out, totally!”

“I… I bet it did,” Ant caught his breath.

“But I was calm straight afterwards,” Rayne told him, looking up suddenly, his eyes so full of fervour that Ant looked worried. “It took all the anger out of me. I felt okay.”

“Why would you do that?” the older man asked him, shaking his head slowly now. “You were still at school? This must have been years ago, right? Before you were on drugs… on the game?”

Rayne swallowed and turned his face away, suddenly pulling his arms back around himself, conscious of having said too much. It was like falling into a trap. He felt safe and he opened his mouth and then he realised that you could never tell people the whole story, because that was just asking for trouble. Ant was not going to be able to deal with the reasons why he cut and burned himself, just as he could not deal with Rayne’s attitude to sex and relationships. He bit down hard on his lips and pushed his hands through his hair, trying to hide behind them.

“I’m stupid,” he said flatly. “That’s why.”

“Someone hurt you?” Ant ventured, not side-tracked in the slightest.

“No. I just liked doing it. I liked scaring people. It felt good!” Rayne lifted his head defiantly.

“Stop closing the fucking door on me!” Ant grabbed him by the chin and pulled Rayne around to face him. “You have got some serious problems, kiddo. I’m trying to fucking help you but you’re hard work! Now this week I’m gonna start by getting you off this shit you’ve been neutralising your brain with. And when we’re done with that, you can start telling me exactly what it is that’s made you into such a screwball. Okay?”

Rayne quivered in his grasp. He wanted to pull away, shouting and screaming until someone came and sedated him. That would be good right now. In that instant he was overwhelmed by the absolute hopelessness of his situation. Ant was right. He was a mess. He should get himself cleaned up but it was easier to take the junk and let other people make the rules for him. Nothing was ever going to change. He was an idiot if he believed that it could.

“Okay.” He lowered his eyes and tried to look penitent. Something would come along. It always did.

“Seriously?” Ant was looking suspiciously at him now.

Rayne shrugged; “Whatever… you’re the boss.”

It was not so easy to give Ant the slip however. The older man watched him like a bird of prey hunting for vermin. He stayed with Rayne all the time. No privacy was permissible; even trips to the toilet were accompanied. Rayne yelled at him, and lashed out at him. He hurled abuse. He even threw up over Ant at one point when the shakes and the need and the absolute frustration overwhelmed him. The next few days were among the most horrendous of his short life.

Before long the itch of need gave way to a very real pain, deep in his muscles and his gut. The cramps ate him alive. It was like lying in a pool of cold bile whilst rats gnawed on his innards. When he reached a point where there was no positive effect in retching because his stomach was empty and he was just choking up the lining, he curled up on the floor of the bedroom and waited to die. He was sweating so much that the bedclothes got soaked the minute he lay down on them. He rolled off the bed. Within minutes the floor was too cold and he was struggling to get under cover but moments after wrapping himself in the duvet he was sweating again.

“I need something!” he pleaded. “Get Mahmoudi. Please, Ant! I’ll do ‘anything’!”

“You’ll be all right,” Ant promised him. “I’m watching you, Rayne. And there’s nothing he can give you for the pain, in any case. You’ve seen to that, haven’t you?”

“There is! He can… You are a fuckin’ sadist!” Rayne screamed at him. “I hate you! I’m sick and I’m hurting and all you can do is torment me!”

Ant just shrugged his shoulders and looked away.

He lost track of the time. Someone was always watching him though. Each evening, Ant gently helped him through into the bathroom and let him use the toilet and get clean. A warm bath was the sweetest thing in the world. He let the water caress his sweaty skin and slumped under the surface until Ant got nervous and pulled him back up again.

“Idiot!” he muttered, shaking the water out of his hair, but the older man never berated him for it.

Later that night, Rayne woke from uneasy dreams, lying on his side with a pillow hugged against his aching belly, staring at a patch of rippling light reflected from one of the little porthole windows onto the wall. He thought that it looked like a huge eye filled with tears, ready to overflow and he wanted to cry with it. His body felt too heavy and he wished that there was a valve in his chest that he could turn on and off, releasing the pressure that weighed him down.

“Are you hungry?” a familiar voice bostancı türk escort asked and he shook his head, still staring at the big, sorrowful eye on the wall.

The speaker stirred and came around to crouch beside the bed looking back at him dejectedly. Aldo looked tired, he thought. There were dark rings under his eyes and he was huddled in a pair of faded jeans and a finely knitted sweater. It seemed strange to see him with clothes on.

“Where’s Ant?” he asked numbly.

“He needed to get some rest. He’s been sitting up with you for three days,” the Italian told him, coming to perch on the edge of the bed. “I told him to take a bath and get his head down. Daniel and Terry are out at Isolde’s club, it’s quiet enough.”

Rayne nodded distractedly. His stomach ached and he just wished it would stop. He was shaking almost incessantly.

“I didn’t realise you were so bad,” Aldo murmured, reaching over to stroke a wisp of hair back from his face.

Rayne pushed his hand away automatically.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I’m not the one doing this to you,” Aldo said defensively.

“It’s your fault!” Rayne croaked, refusing to even look at him. “I thought you were my friend. I thought I could trust you, but you’re worse than any of them!”

“I don’t know how you can say that,” Aldo argued. “I was there for you. I came looking for you. I stood up to McNamara over you and I lost my job for you, so don’t even start accusing me of treachery!”

Rayne’s head turned smartly and his pale green eyes sought Aldo’s face at once.

“He dumped you off the film?” the boy asked, shocked by this revelation. “Why?”

“Because… because I let you disappear that afternoon when Christophe…” Aldo swallowed, unable to complete the statement. He rubbed at his forehead as if it ached. “He told me not to come back unless I found you. I didn’t find you in time. Now he’s angry because you would not talk to the police… something to do with his insurance, I think. That’s why they went to Marseilles, to talk to the money men.”

“Arsehole!” Rayne muttered, shaking his head and huddling back beneath the duvet as he tried to stop his teeth chattering.

“Me or him?” Aldo wanted to know.

“B-b-both of you!”

“I thought you were in love with him,” Aldo said coldly.

“I told you before and I’m telling you now, I was not and I am not in love with P J fuckin’ McNamara!” Rayne felt his voice break and he hugged the pillow more tightly to his chest and belly, rocking himself furiously. “Why did you tell Ant what happened?”

For a moment Aldo was silent, then when Rayne uncurled enough to peer at him curiously, he let out a shuddering sigh.

“He thought that we did it to you,” the Italian youth exhaled. “He really believed that we took turns with you then they sent me back with you once you were beyond… use.”

Rayne closed his eyes and uttered a little huff of impotent disbelief.

“He is ‘such’ an idiot! I ‘told’ him that wasn’t what happened!”

“You can imagine what P J would have done to him if he had gone around to the boat and started making such an accusation?” Aldo said wearily.

“Yeah… I can imagine.” Rayne rolled slowly and cautiously onto his back. His spine felt as if it was trying to dig into his guts. He moaned involuntarily at the pain.

“Phil had already told me the truth,” Aldo said in a quiet voice. “He did not promise to you that he would not tell me, only that he would say nothing to Ant or Paddy. He did not ‘want’ to tell me, Rayne. I made him do it. Then I told Ant because I did not want to see P J beat him to a pulp. He is a fool, but he does not deserve that.”

“Don’t talk about him like that. He’s a better man than you,” Rayne informed him in a low, warning tone.

Aldo shrugged and looked away. He was hugging himself as if he was cold.

“I went to the villa the other night,” he said distantly.

“What villa?” Rayne tried to sit up but he was still shaking too much to make a proper job of it. At last he compromised by propping himself on one elbow. Already he was beginning to shiver again, even though it was a swelteringly warm night. He could not understand why Aldo felt cold though.

“The place where they took you when Christophe kidnapped you,” Aldo elaborated, his eyes suddenly very dark and serious. “I went there and I hammered on the door until they let me in. I managed to land a good few punches on that bastard before his muscle boys pulled me off him. I wish I could have killed him with my bare hands!”

This time Rayne managed to sit upright. His head was pounding and he really did not feel well at all but he could not believe what he was hearing.

“You fucking maniac!” he yelped. “This is ‘exactly’ what I didn’t want! ‘This’ is why I asked Phil to keep his mouth shut. You and Ant and P J, you’re fuckin’ testosterone driven lunatics! What did he do to you?”

Aldo looked somewhat abashed but he unfolded now and peeled off his sweater carefully. Rayne put a hand over his mouth, feeling the bile rise in his throat as the Italian uncovered the deep, raw stripes and vicious bruises on his back and torso. He had been whipped hard enough to draw blood, but they had not touched his face at all. Rayne swallowed hard, not sure whether to cry or throw up.

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FOREWORD

During 2002, Literotica.com challenged volunteer writer’s to create stories for as many story categories as possible. This chapter is part of a novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a number of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I’ll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don’t believe anything like this has been tried here before.

I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you’ll find a ton of very erotic reading that will appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for anyone visiting Literotica. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it’ll occasionally flirt mildly with a “fetish” so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.

Many of these chapters could go into many different Literotica story categories. Many of these chapters could be submitted as First Time, Erotic Couplings, Lesbian, OR Incest.

For example, in Chapter 1 there’s a small amount of male-male sex. Yet the sex comes about in reaction to female induced arousal. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1’s purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I’d hope a straight, bi, or gay reader could relate to and enjoy this chapter.

Chapters 2~4 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between sister’s. So, don’t judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for everyone. LOL

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Chapter 1 – Two Young Friends Grow Up Together

Both young adults now, Jim and I have been best friends since we were 7-years old. Most of our hanging out has always with each other, though we both had and have a couple other friends. Our being friends is not surprising when you learn our family farms were the only families with kids close enough to each other to walk or bike to for a visit.

We lived in a very large Midwest county, filled with very large farms, but very small communities. Our farm was over 500 acres, Jim’s family had more than 800. His Dad had added a brother’s land when he gave up farming for a factory job near Chicago, and a regular paycheck.

Ours was a poor county, but it had little poverty. The rich people were in Battle Creek, Michigan. You know them, the suits who charge you $4 for a box of cereal that’s half air. The ones who think the farmer should get pennies per bushel [That’s a lot of boxes of cereal by the way!] after the farmer took all the risks and did 95% of the work by buying seed, planting it, fighting bugs and weeds, harvesting it, storing it, then hauling it to the rail head, plus a lot more.

What all that means to you, reading this story, is simply this. We always had good food to eat, a nice life, clean air, and pleasant surroundings. Our cars were always older, so our tractor could be newer. We had what we needed, but luxuries were far apart and few in between.

How poor was our county? If you turn on Route 6 at the Junction with Route 7, just past the 6 & 7 Diner was a ‘Welcome to ****** County’ sign. Under that banner, before I was born, it used to read AN ALMOST PERFECT PLACE. Guess someone with a shotgun got a bit drunk one night, and blew a big hole in it.

The county government made sure our couple school buildings were always painted and repaired, but they never found the money to fix ümraniye gecelik escort that sign. So, as far back as I can recall, that sign read A{ }ALMOST PERFECT PLACE.

* * * * *

I was lucky, I had a friend who lived ‘next door’, next door being over a half-mile down my road. Still I better off than others, some kids had no one their age for miles around.

Today I understand how fortunate I was; Jim and I seemed able to talk about anything and everything with each other. We became confidants early on. We were able to trust each other with secrets, doubts and fears. Around age 8 or 9 we began to wonder about girls together. We’d share stories about seeing up Margie’s skirt at school, or rubbing against Suzie during a game of “Pile On”.

Neither of us was in anyway gay, but we did experience early sexual awaking stuff together. We’d undress before bedtime, or skinny dip at Bennett’s pond. Naturally we noticed the changes in each other when puberty arrived for us. For example, mornings after a sleepover, we’d catch each other having ‘morning erections’.

We discovered masturbation separately. I don’t know which of us was able to come first, nor do I recall at what point we understood that we were both able to ejaculate. Still, at some point growing up, we both knew that coming was “IT”!

By the time we were 18, we still slept over at each other’s house regularly. Being horny-as-hell boys without girlfriends, it wasn’t unusual after our conversations that late evening would find us both with raging erections and our stash of hidden Playboy’s strewn about. Eventually it got to where we’d masturbate into our underwear, under the covers in each other’s presence.

Soon our shyness waned. Now and then we’d just drop our drawers, then jack off in plain sight of each other. We were mostly interesting in the dirty pictures, but it was natural to peek at each other. Seeing another dick in action added to the excitement sometimes. Like real boys, we’d even bet who could “shoot his stuff” the farthest occasionally.

Jimmy had two older sisters, both were serious foxes. Beth was barely a year older than Jim while Lynn was just a shade over two years his senior. They looked so much alike that many people thought they were twins when they’d wear matching outfits. To this day they remain two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever known; both looked soft and adorable in anything they wore, makeup or not, morning or night. Beth and Lynn were like poster girls for country living.

One night I recall Jimmy came flying back into his room grinning ear-to-ear, muttering “Holy Shit, Holy Shit!!”. He’d left a few minutes earlier to go to the bathroom next to his bedroom. Flopping onto the bed, Jimmy slid his hand into his pants as he started wriggling like a worm on a hook.

“What is it? What’s going on?” I hissed. “Come on, what’s up?”

Jimmy slid his pants down. His dick was hard as a fence post; he began pumping himself with his eyes closed while still saying “Holy Shit!” Again I begged to know what the hell was going on.

Finally Jimmy opened his eyes, man they were practically glazed. Acting like he was on drugs Jimmy said, “I just spent the last couple minutes looking at Beth naked. Now leave me alone, I just gotta come right now while I can still see her in my head!”

But I wanted to hear everything immediately. Thinking more with my dick than my head I made a quick deal. I promised to give him his first hand job, the best he’d ever hoped for, if he would just lay there with his eyes closed and “think out loud.”

Jim covered his eyes with his hands, then started talking quietly. I grabbed his penis and began to pump him slowly.

When he’d left the room, just before going into the bathroom, he noticed Beth’s door was open a crack. Jimmy liked to snoop on his sisters. From force of habit, he’d walked a couple extra steps to peek into her room. BETH WAS UNDRESSING. She was changing out of a sweat suit. Just as he first peered into her room, she was taking her top off. His sisters were normally super careful about keeping their doors shut tight, but she’d goofed, so Jimmy had gotten his first good look at a naked girl.

He could only see her left breast; it was the size of a juicy, jumbo orange, looking a bit heavy. Jimmy described seeing a long thick nipple that stuck way out. Next she bent at the waist to pull kadıköy ucuz escort off her bottoms. As she leaned forward, Jimmy described how her teat swung down, how it swayed heavily.

Before he had time to fully absorb that sight, her pants were being lowered. Her ass was suddenly before his eyes. Beth is very athletic, apparently her butt was as firm and tight as anything we’d ever seen in Playboy. Beth had stepped out of her pants and stood up. There she was, long legs, firm buns, nice teat, long, light-brown hair; in other words a teen goddess.

Beth walked to her table, put down her jewelry, then took a couple more steps to her dresser. The process was reversed as she put on a silky bra, then stepped into her panties. As Jim reached the part about Beth bending over again to step into her panties, his breathing became so ragged that I knew he was ready to shoot.

Grabbing a bottle of hand lotion, I squirted some onto the head of his dick. Dropping the bottle, I quickly wrapped my free hand around the top of his shaft like a baseball bat. That did it! Jim started humping into my hands, within seconds he was coming like crazy. His hips went out of control, I could barely hold onto his penis. His warm sperm coated my fingers, it actually felt kinda sexy, like nothing I’d every experienced before.

Still panting, Jim kept saying that he’d never come like that, ever; he kept thanking me. While I was sort of in shock, I was also still horny as hell; I hadn’t come, but I sure wanted to. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any more. I said “If you’re really that grateful then start at the beginning where Beth is undressing, and do for me what I did for you!”

Guess Jim’s hormones were still raging so strongly that he readily agreed. After I took off my pants, we switched places. Laying back, I closed my eyes.

Hesitating for a few seconds, Jim at last grabbed my penis to jerk me off as he again relived watching Beth strip. Taking longer this time, Jim described Beth’s left breast as he saw it from the three-quarter view he’d had as she raised, then lowered her arms over her head. Sounding awestruck, he repeated the part about Beth bending over, then pulling down her pants.

Again he described, in detail, seeing her butt sticking up into the air, then clearly spotting her slit through her light brown pubic hair. Jim’s graphic narrative, combined with someone else’s hand being on my dick, pushed me over the edge; I lost it. Groaning, I strained my hips upward. Realizing what was about to happen, Jim clamped his hand over my helmet just as I launched my first spurt. The effect was to bathe my tip in a warm sperm bath. Jim ground his palm around my glans, enabling me to hump my penis into his palm. It was the most amazing, powerful orgasm I’d ever known.

* * * * *

Back then we lived in a rural area and went to a very small district school. It’s hard to get a girlfriend when you only see a very few girls at school, Sunday school, or church social events where adults are always hovering around. Plus, the few females in our county all lived at least several miles away, most much farther.

Growing up, there were a few places at our two-room school where you might be able to talk a girl into ducking out of sight with you for a few minutes, but no real privacy. A few times over the years I’d gotten a girl be alone with me, but not very much to further my education.

Late one night we were both super-horny. I’d just shared all the glorious details about feeling up Charlene at our school that afternoon.

It was a cool day; a bunch of kids had huddled together in an outdoor alcove during recess to get out of the wind. Somehow it turned into a “pack everyone into the corner” game. Happily I was squished up against Charlene. Her perfume was delightful as always. So soft, so cute; I really liked her; she was maybe the cutest girl at school near my age.

All of a sudden my hand was right there, right by her pussy! I turned my palm so I was covering up her pussy through her pants. I began rubbing her, clearly feeling her up big time. When she didn’t scream or protest I really went for it. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I liked it sooooo much that I got an instant boner. Steadily I worked my way closer to her, somewhat in front of her. As I stared into Charlene’s eyes; she stared back as she realized it was my hand between her bostancı zenci escort legs. Carefully I placed her hand on my penis.

We never spoke, or smiled, or showed any particular reaction, but she began to rub up and down my penis as we simply stared deeply into each other’s eyes. We stood there for a couple minutes feeling each other. God, if only we’d been alone somewhere. My heart sank when the bell sounded. The group huddle broke up, so we had to stop.

As I described aloud to Jim how soft and warm it was between her legs, our hands slid into our pockets to quietly massage our boners.Like typical boys, we started talking trash about what we’d like to do this girl or that one. Joking around Jim said “Are you sure you can’t get your cousin to come for a visit?” My cousin Cheryl used to be the local ‘easy’ girl.

Somehow that joke worked around to wishing we could suck our own cocks since there weren’t any girls nearby to do it for us. Pants came down; we had a contest to see who could get the closest to reaching his own dick. Neither of us was particularly close, but we still had boners that wouldn’t quit, so out came my porn collection.

Somehow just jerking off wasn’t quite enough after my day with Charlene. Jim reminding me of my cousin only made it worse! Finally I got brave, and curious too. I wasn’t feeling gay; I just wanted to feel my erect penis in a warm, wet place.

That night, I was desperate enough to return the favor to get it. Jim was as hormone high as I was, so he agreed. We made a blood oath not to come in each other’s mouth, we had to warn the other guy or die. That night I learned for sure that jerking off is good, but there were definitely things that felt better.

Since it was my idea, I got Jim to do me first. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I kicked my pants off as I opened a Playboy to a Barbi Benton layout. She was so damned hot, plus she resembled my cute sister, which was a further major turn on for me.

Without warning, Jim slid my penis into his mouth, he did me better than I could have ever dreamed. Guess it was a case of “do unto others”. We’d broken down a lot barriers over the years, so instead of being awkward, he just non-verbally said “I am so damned horny and here’s what I want when it’s my turn!” Dear Lord it felt incredible.

His hand started pumping my lower shaft as his mouth and tongue worked the upper half of me. It couldn’t have been two minutes before I warned him I was about to come. I stared at Barbi’s bush, thinking “God, it must feel something like this to put my dick inside her pussy. Geeeez I’m screwing you Barbi… ” Jim switched to a two-handed baseball bat grip on my so very slippery dick.

Humping his hands like mad, soon gob after gob of sperm spurted from me. My orgasm lasted minutes. After maybe a dozen major spurts, I’d just lay there, though my hips would jump from time to time as another ejaculatory spasm would rack my body. Eventually I collapsed, telling Jim he could let go of my tingling dick.

When I was able to move again, Jim had returned from washing his hands. So Jim could sit in my place, I oozed off the bed. He opened some tattered issue to one of his favorite foxes as I moved into position. Grabbing his penis, I slowly stroked him a few times. A few seconds passed as I studied his penis a bit. I hadn’t seen him this close before. Both of us had finally grown good-sized cocks. While I had to admit his penis was very soft and warm, now that I’d gotten off, I was having plenty of second thoughts. What was this going to be like?

More afraid of seeming chicken, I plunged my mouth down, engulfing his erection. Jim made a sound as if he’d been punched in the gut. For me it was a reasonably pleasant sensation; his cock was rock hard, but the skin was as soft it looked. Being engorged with blood, he was amazingly warm, so his cock felt good against my tongue. Jimmy was producing seminal fluid almost immediately. Maybe because of the mental link to sex in general, he even tasted OK to me. Upon reflection, I wasn’t sexually excited, but like giving at Christmas, knowing I was making him feel the mind-blowing sensations I’d just experienced minutes earlier pleased me.

Don’t know for sure, but I don’t think Jim even lasted as long as I did. Before Jim could even warn me, I felt him swell and tense. I double fisted Jim to finish him off the same way he’d serviced me.

Mostly our “sex” together was jerking ourselves off to dirty pictures. But thank God we gotten somewhat accepting of occasional boy-boy contact. It turned out to be a doorway leading to my wildest sexual fantasies.

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This saga continues with Chapter 2 – Two Boys See A Lot Of Two Sisters

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