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For their ten-year anniversary, Quinn’s husband, Oliver, promised her an orgy. They had agreed on it just after they got engaged. Neither she, nor Oliver wanted to experiment with anyone else. They were happy in their sexual relationship. Yet, Quinn had always wanted a tastes of group sex. Surrounded by other people, everyone fucking, or watching the fucking, it turned her on so hard she could come just thinking about it.

The week before their anniversary, the plan finally fell into place. A carefully vetted group of twenty of their friends and acquaintances all planned on spending the next Saturday together at a rental cottage along Lake Michigan. The house had enough bedrooms the couples could all have privacy, but most importantly, a giant great room with walls of windows facing the lake.

It didn’t take much of an imagination to picture the couches moved around, beds and cushions piled up, plenty of candles, and naked bodies twisting together.

“You whimpered.” Oliver gripped her knee, sliding his hand up her skirt. A few inches further and he would know how turned on she was.

Her husband was no dummy. His hand slid up and up until his knuckle scarped over the lace of her panties. “Babe.”

This time her whimper came in response to the need wrapped around his deep voice. She rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy against his knuckle. Beneath her, his hand jerked. “Fuck, we’re going to get in a wreck.”

“In two miles, turn right. Your destination will be on the left.” The GPS interrupted their thoughts. Oliver grinned and pulled his hand away. He sniffed his fingers and winked at her. “Think you can make it that long?”

Quinn shook her head. “No.”

When Oliver grunted and adjusted his trousers, she moaned. She was so turned on already and knowing he felt the same way made it worse. Or better. Depended on how she thought about it.

Ready to come, Quinn shoved the crotch of her panties aside and slipped a finger inside her sopping wet pussy. She pressed on her clit and groaned.

“Jesus, Quinn.” The car skidded a little. “Get your cunt over here now.”

Oh, the demand in his voice. She gushed at the demanding tone. Desperately, she lifted her hips and angled her body toward her husband in the driver’s seat. He took no time, just slid his thumb inside her and pressed the crook of his hand against her clit. She ground against him, once, twice, before with a gasp and a cry she came.

“Your destination is on the right.” The GPS unit chirped.

“Damn right it is.” Oliver sucked his thumb and licked his lips. “Let’s get inside.”

***

They were the first to arrive. The caretaker, under extremely specific instructions by Quinn, had handled arrangements exactly as planned. A table with each couple’s name attached to a room key. Everyone was to find their own room, relax and enjoy. The masquerade would start at 9PM that night.

She had dreamt of this night, a night of fucking with a group of people all intent on pleasuring themselves and each other, since she had been old enough to understand what an orgy was. Here she was, with the help of her husband, making sure her dream went ulus escort through exactly as planned.

He would have bought her the moon if she asked. So in love, even now, after years together. Her pleasure made his pleasure even greater.

How he managed not to fuck her that afternoon, Oliver didn’t know. Quinn wanted them both to be unfucked before the masquerade, so they could enjoy it together. As Quinn bent over to slide on her heels, he stepped forward and rubbed against her ass. She wore a black lace teddy with cups that pushed her already large breasts up just a little higher. They perched there ready to spill over at the slightest encouragement.

He pulled back before he came all over her through his trousers. Quinn glanced at the clock. 8:59. Time to go. She slipped on her sparkling red mask, while Oliver tied his black silk one around his head. They linked fingers and stepped into the hallway.

Other couples left their rooms at the exact same time. Ordinarily she would recognize them, but this was different. Most of them were naked already, though some women wore only high heels with their mask. Some wore lingerie like Quinn. A few of the men had on loose trousers like Oliver. These were her friends. She started to get nervous.

Not tonight. Tonight, they were people for her to fuck and get fucked by. Quinn whimpered. Oliver’s fingers tightened on hers. “Almost, babe.”

They followed the line of couples into the great room. A faint beat, music she couldn’t quite catch, echoed through the space in time with her heart. Beds covered in silk sheets, a chaise lounge, a sex swing, a pile of cushions all spread out before her. She could go wherever she wanted. Choice made, she turned to Oliver, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Tongues tangled, he groaned and pushed against her, his cock hard and throbbing through the thin fabric of his trousers.

He nudged her backward until her knees hit a couch. She sank onto it and pulled Oliver with her. As he kissed her, he jerked forward and glanced behind him. A masked man ran his hand along Oliver’s spine to the band of his trousers.

“Take them off,” Quinn hissed. She shoved at them the same time as the other man did until they were gone, tossed away to be found later.

Oliver kissed her neck then with barely a flick of his wrists, managed to tug her teddy down, exposing her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while his hand tugged on the other one. He pinched hard enough to make her gasp and writhe against the couch.

Droplets of lube splattered on her thighs as the man poured it over Oliver’s ass cheeks. He massaged it into his asshole, sliding a finger in. Oliver groaned. Beneath him, Quinn adjusted herself, sliding until Oliver’s cock pressed against her pussy. Oliver rolled his hips and just the tip of his cock pressed inside her.

Behind him, the man adjusted, he pushed Oliver forward, toppling him closer to Quinn. The movement sent his cock sliding home. “Fuck yes!”

Oliver groaned as his dick plunged inside her. Behind him the man shoved his cock into Oliver’s ass, inch yenimahalle escort by delicious inch. Oliver’s cock twitched inside her as the big mushroom head hit his prostate. His cocked jerked again.

He was so close, and Quinn wanted him to come now, with his ass full and his dick buried deep inside her. She pulled him tighter. “Come for me baby. I want you to come so hard. I want you to fuck me with that cock in your ass and make me come. Make me come.”

She panted and whispered in his ear, fuck me, now, harder faster. Behind him, the man grunted and slammed his cock into Oliver until Oliver tightened over her. He bowed back, his whole body tensed until he came and came. His hips bucked and deep insider her, he flooded her with his cum.

His orgasm set off a chain reaction. The man behind him came with a deep grunt. And Quinn, knowing her husband had his ass full of jizz, arched her back and came.

“You’re incredible.” The man kissed Oliver’s neck. He pulled out and walked off toward a different group. Oliver pulled out from Quinn and rolled over. He melted into the couch.

“I need a minute, babe.” His dick stirred thinking about all left to come but wasn’t yet ready to stand at attention. “Go, do what you want.”

“I want to suck someone’s cock while you sit here and watch.”

He would be hard sooner rather than later. “Do it.”

He used his best “I’m the boss and this is an order” voice. Quinn gave a little sexy shiver. She loved when he commanded her to do things.

While Quinn sought out a partner, he glanced around the room. Grunts and gasps, the deep heavy bass, and over it all the heavy musky odor of sex.

Thank God, he had Quinn who wanted this for an anniversary present. Otherwise, he might never have experienced this kind of sexual buzz.

Quinn came back, her fingers linked with a man wearing a red mask. Red Mask pushed Quinn to her knees. He slid his hand into her hair, gripping her once neat bun. He pressed his cock against Quinn’s lips, demanding entry.

Quinn gladly complied. She opened up and slowly but surely seven inches of cock slid in and out of her mouth. She locked eyes with Red and sucked harder. “Fuck, yes, take it all.”

Red rocked his hips back and forth, Quinn’s bun clenched in his hand. Quinn took it, sucking and moaning, her own hand sliding down her body to rub frantically against her clit. She needed to come again, with her mouth full of cock.

“Let me take care of that.” A woman in a yellow mask slipped her hands into Quinn’s pussy. “Like that?”

Quinn pressed her cunt against Yellow’s soft hands. She pulled the cock out of her mouth for a beat. “Harder.”

“Don’t stop.” Red plunged his cock back in her mouth. “Suck it. Suck harder. Can I come in your mouth?” When Quinn nodded, he gripped her bun and plunged his dick in harder.

“Like this.” Oliver recovered enough to kneel next to Yellow. He kissed the strange woman, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth. When they pulled apart, Oliver gripped Yellow’s hand and slid her long fingers against Quinn’s drenched pussy. “She likes it like that.”

Yellow stretched her fingers up and up, pressing into Quinn’s g-spot. When Quinn twitched her hips hard against Yellow’s hand, the other woman grinned. “Oh, she sure does like that.”

With her mouth full of cock and her pussy being finger fucked by another woman, Quinn came. She jerked against the soft fingers again and again. Above her, Yellow bellowed, threw his head back and filled her mouth with jizz.

Quinn swallowed as much as she could, the rest dribbling out. Yellow rose to her knees, face to face with her. She kissed Quinn and sucked the jizz off her tongue and face. “Yum.”

Yellow stood and pulled Quinn to her feet. She shoved the straps of her teddy off her shoulders until the lingerie pooled at Quinn’s feet. Quinn stepped out of it, leaving her shoes on. Yellow sucked one of Quinn’s tight nipples into her mouth. She nipped at it. Quinn grunted and Yellow sucked harder, biting down. Behind her, Oliver kissed her neck. He whispered, “Someone else is joining you. I love you.”

Oliver stepped away and a stranger took his place. Not Oliver sucked at her ear lobe. She turned to suck his tongue into her mouth. He wore a blue mask and groaned when she kissed him harder.

Blue Mask ran his hands down the small of her back. She felt his cock, hard and heavy, twitch against her ass.

Working together, Yellow and Blue guided her to a silk covered chaise. Yellow spread out on it, her legs falling open. There was room for Quinn to kneel between Yellow’s legs. Behind her, Blue bent down and ate her pussy.

Quinn licked her way up Yellow’s thighs. She spread the woman’s pussy apart with her thumbs as Yellow squirmed. Ever so softly, Quinn blew across Yellow’s exposed clit. Yellow cried out her hips thrusting up.

Behind her, Blue slid his cock up and down her pussy. With a quick jerk of his hips, he slid inside her, all the way to the hilt. Quinn pushed back against him, trying to get as full as possible. She sucked on Yellow’s clit, pressing her tongue flat against it. While she sucked and nibbled, she pushed one finger, then two inside Yellow’s tight pussy. Yellow panted and begged for more.

Another woman joined them, her back to Quinn so she couldn’t see her mask. She lowered herself over Yellow’s face and ground her pussy against Yellow’s mouth.

Behind her, Blue growled, “Fuck yes” and increased the tempo of his hips.

Quinn glanced to her right long enough to lock eyes with Oliver. He had a woman bent over the back of a couch and was pounding into her, his hands gripping her hips. The woman whimpered and gasped with each thrust. When Quinn met his gaze, he grinned and mouthed, “Come.”

Quinn turned back to Yellow’s pussy. She sucked and licked, her fingers pressed in, curving up to Yellow’s g-spot. Behind her, Blue fucked her harder, his hips slamming against her ass. Ever so faintly, his voice, deep and demanding, Quinn heard Oliver, “Come, babe. Come for me.”

Her pussy clenched around Blue’s cock as her orgasm flashed over her. Her groan spilled out, the vibration putting Yellow over the edge. She screamed into the pussy on her face and gushed into Quinn’s eager mouth.

Blue bellowed, his hips slammed one more time, and then the pulsing waves of Quinn’s pussy pulled him over the edge with her.

At the last moment, before the waves of pleasure wiped out everything, she was sure she heard Oliver come.

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Chapter 18

“So since he isn’t getting girlfriends, he wants to start dating guys,” I said to Javi the following morning. The two of us had been sitting in the kitchen discussing the previous night’s events over some coffee. Javi didn’t say anything at first, instead, he took a long sip from his coffee and then gently placed the mug on the counter. Then he finally said, “Wow. I’ve gone through a drought myself but not once did I think about dating a guy. He’s clearly desperate, but he doesn’t need to be.”

“Exactly! We’ve discussed this several times before. And the conversation always ends with him agreeing to just be patient. But then it happens again. I really don’t understand why he’s rushing into this stuff. For fuck sake, he’s 18!”

“Just let him learn. It’s the only way at this point. That boy is determined to be in a relationship. And who knows? Maybe he actually is bisexual. Maybe this is his opportunity to explore his sexuality.”

The sounds of footsteps interrupted our conversation. It was Steven coming down the stairs. With a big yawn, he landed on the floor of the hallway with nothing but a pair of shorts on.

“Morning, guys. Is there coffee?” Steven said, sounding groggy.

“Fresh pot,” Javi said, pointing to the kitchen.

Steven went into the kitchen and grabbed a mug. While he did that, Javi and I moved our conversation to the living room. Javi was on the couch while I sat on the recliner next to it.

“As I said, let him figure it out,” Javi urged.

Steven walked into the living room holding his coffee mug and sat next to Javi on the couch. He was now between me and Javi. Cautiously, Steven took a sip of his coffee, then Javi spoke, “So I hear you want to start dating guys?”

Steven spat out his coffee and turned directly at me, “Does anything stay a secret in this house?”

I shrugged, “I figured you weren’t serious about it. As if it was just a random thought.”

Steven glared at me, then turned his attention to Javi, “It’s maybe right now. It’s just I’ve been…”

Javi cut him off, “I’m aware. Jason explained it to me. Look, there is nothing wrong with wanting to experiment. You could be bisexual and not know it. So all I say is to do it. Try it out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But, are you willing to do things for another guy? What if you meet someone you really like and he asks you to suck his cock or something.”

Steven shrugged, “I think I can suck a cock. It doesn’t seem that hard. Now, taking it in the ass, that will be a different story. I don’t think I will ever do that.”

“Tops also eat out.”

“Like at restaurants?” Steven said with a little worry in his voice. He knew what Javi meant.

“No, I’m talking rim jobs.”

“Uh, I don’t know about that. Maybe.”

Javi finished his cup of coffee and set it on the coffee table, “Look, if you want to explore you’re going to have to get uncomfortable. You know that saying ‘You gotta get uncomfortable to be comfortable’?”

Steven shook his head, “Is that from Sun Zhu?”

“Nope. Look, I’m all for you discovering another side of yourself, Steven. But make sure it’s something you want to do and not something you think you wanna do. Because by doing the latter you could break someone’s heart. I understand that you’ve been through a dry spot with relationships, but like Jason and I keep telling you, you’re young!” Javi pressed his finger into Steven’s chest, “You have plenty of time to find someone. To experiment. You’re a good-looking kid, you’re in great shape, and you’re not an asshole. So stop worrying about this and just enjoy your life. Like how many more times do we have to tell you?”

“Probably a few more times. Maybe I need a head bashing,” Steven said jokingly.

We laughed.

“You are pretty cocky though,” Javi said.

“I am, that’s for sure.”

“You said sucking a cock wouldn’t be that hard, why don’t we put that to the test?”

Steven’s eyes widen as Javi rose from the couch and reached for his shorts. He pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. His member sprung out nearly erect. “Holy shit, that’s huge!” Steven cried.

“Were you hard already?” I said to Javi.

“A bit, you’ve clearly seen it at full erection.”

“That thing isn’t fully erect!” Steven cried.

“It’s about 8 inches at full erection,” I said.

Steven gulped, “Uh, I think that’s a bit too big.”

Javi pulled up his shorts and underwear, “That’s fair. Instead, suck your cousin’s dick.”

The mere thought of Steven sucking my dick sent blood flowing to my member. I had thought about it a few times since we’ve become sexual. But I was always afraid to ask. Javi did bring a point, my cock was smaller than his and it would be a good starter cock.

“You want to?” I said to Steven.

Steven gulped and then finished his coffee. Nervously, he placed the mug on the coffee table. His nervousness reminded me of my first time ever sucking a cock. It was back in high school with KJ. For a while, KJ had been pushing tandoğan escort the idea on me and eventually, I caved. I ended up sucking his cock in one of the stalls of the men’s bathroom. I remembered my jaw hurting the next day.

“Alright, fuck it. Let’s do it,” Steven said.

“Do you want me standing up or on the couch?”

“Uh, standing up, I guess.”

I rose from my seat and stood before Steven. He was shaking a bit. I reached for the waistband of my shorts and pulled them open, dropping them to my ankles. Due to the conversation, my member was already erect. It pressed up against the fabric of my gray briefs. Steven gulped as I opened my underwear and my cock flung out.

Steven leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around the shaft of my six-inch cock. I gazed down at the unusual sight of my cousin about to take my cock into his mouth. He pulled back the foreskin to reveal my purplish-colored tip. Steven stared at the cock for a second as if he was second-guessing what he was about to do. I knew it must’ve been hard for him.

Steven’s mouth opened and brought my cock into his mouth. About halfway he closed his lips around the shaft and he began to move his head back and forth slowly. The blowjob felt empty as he wasn’t using his tongue nor did he have a rhythm to it. So that’s when Javi stepped in. Javi knelt down next to Steven and said, “Use your tongue. Pretend you’re licking a ball pop.”

With my cock still in his mouth, Steven began to use his tongue on the tip of my cock. Waves of pleasure washed over me. The blowjob felt like it had finally come. Steven’s lips pleasured my shaft while his tongue pleasured the tip of my cock. Moans left my mouth as he continued.

After a few minutes, Steven removed my cock from his mouth and rubbed his jaw.

“You want to take a break?” I asked him, knowing the experience of sucking a cock for the first time.

“Sure,” Steven said.

Javi told him to stand up. Steven stood up and without warning, Javi pulled down Steven’s shorts by the legs. There my cousin stood before Javi in his black trunks. Javi pulled them open and took my cousin’s sock cock into his mouth. Steven had never been sucked by Javi. I knew Javi did it but it was rare. I guess the teaching got him in the mood to suck a cock.

Within a minute, Steven’s cock grew to its full size inside Javi’s mouth. Javi stroked the shaft with his hand while the other hand played with Steven’s balls. This caused Steven to tilt his head back and close his eyes. Moans constantly left his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Steven moaned out.

My cousin’s hand was now on the back of Javi’s head as Javi sped up.

Javi slurped on my cousin’s cock at a fast pace. The moans now echoed through the living room. It felt like Steven was getting close to the climax. Which is something that worried me. I wasn’t sure if Javi swallowed cum. But I guess I was going to find out.

Steven’s moaning grew louder and more constant as Javi slurped on the cock. Then Steven jerked slightly and I knew that jerk. It meant he was about to blow. Steven cried out and convulsed as he fired his load into Javi’s mouth. Steven pressed Javi’s head against his skin so his cock would enter his throat. Javi gagged but continued to hold as Steven finished.

Javi swallowed the load.

“I didn’t know you were so good at sucking cock,” Steven commented.

Javi grinned as he sat down on the couch, “I’ve had to suck a cock a few times in the service.

I turned to Steven, “Are you ready for another round?”

“After that amazing blowjob, I’m motivated,” he said.

I removed my briefs and shorts and sat down on the couch next to Javi. Steven got down on his knees between mine and brought his mouth to cock. My cousin wrapped his lips around the tip and began to suck. This time he was better. He used his tongue and lips to pleasure my cock. I tilted my head back and briefly, closed my eyes. He had clearly improved and it felt amazing.

Javi pulled down his shorts and underwear causing his cock to spring out. I took the large cock into my left hand and gently stroked it. My other hand went on the back of Steven’s buzz-cut hair and guided him. Part of me wanted to shove his head all the way down for a deep throat, but I felt he wasn’t ready for it. Instead, I just let him suck my cock at his own pace.

While Steven continued to suck on my cock, I lowered my head onto Javi’s cock. I pressed my lips against the pink head and slowly opened my mouth. The cock slid inside my mouth only making it halfway due to its length. With my right hand, I stroked the base of the shaft and I moved my head up and down. Moans left Javi’s mouth as I slobbered on his cock. Using my tongue, I licked the underside of the cock and the tip of the cock.

I couldn’t believe that my cousin was sucking on my cock. Something I never thought would ever happen. The other amazing thing was him quickly getting better at it. It made me tunalı escort wonder if he would be able to suck Javi’s cock. I knew the task would be arduous for him. Javi was rather large, but I had a head start as KJ’s cock was also big. Not as big as Javi’s but close.

My stroking increased in speed as I slurped on his cock. The moans had become more frequent and I knew the load would come. I wanted my prize. With my mouth and tongue tag-teaming, I felt the jolt from Javi’s body. He tilted his head back and I felt his big hand on the back of my head. He pushed it down, shoving the upper part of his cock into my throat. The load fired into my throat. I gagged and tears ran from my eyes. His cock was ensconced in my throat.

A final grunt came from Javi as he fired the last of his load. Slowly, I pulled the cock out of my throat and almost out of my mouth. The reason for this was that I wanted to suck on the tip to get out every drop of cum. From the urethra, I drained any remaining cum. When I was done, I swallowed the leftover cum and rose. Javi turned to me out of breath and said, “Wow, your face is red.”

I grinned, “That’s what happens when that beast of a cock of yours enters my throat.”

Steven stopped sucking my cock and turned to stroke me, “You want his load,” Javi said to Steven.

Steven gulped, “Uh, I don’t know.”

“Oh come on, you might as well finish the blowjob,” Javi urged.

“That or I cum on your face or chest.”

Steven shook. Clearly, he was nervous about it, “I mean, I guess. I don’t even know if I can make you cum.”

“I’ll guide you,” Javi said.

Steven took my cock into his mouth and began to suck. Javi then began to tell him what to do. Like a professor to their student, Javi taught him the way of sucking. I wanted to pay attention but I couldn’t. I succumbed to the pleasure my cousin was giving me. Moans and grunts fled my mouth as he slobbered on my cock. Growing closer to climax with each passing moment. I couldn’t believe I was about to blow my load in Steven’s mouth.

A moan flew out of my mouth as I jerked forward slightly. My load fired out. The first burst was made inside Steven’s mouth however the following did not. As Steven realized I was cumming and didn’t expect the amount of cum. He took my cock out his mouth, but I couldn’t stop the load. Across his face and chest my cum landed.

When I finished, Steven quickly rose up in shock, “Holy shit. You managed to get it in my mouth, my face, and my chest. What the fuck?”

Javi burst into laughter. “Wow, you couldn’t handle the load huh?”

Steven made a disgusted look on his face and said, “I expected it to be sweet.”

“It can vary from person to person.”

Steven managed to swallow the small load, “Yeah, that’s something I’m going to have to get used to. But until then, I think I’m going to take a shower.”

“Thanks for the blowjob,” I said.

Steven left for the bathroom leaving me and Javi on the couch. Javi pulled up his underwear and shorts, while I did the same. “Not bad for his first time,” I said.

“Yeah, not bad. One day he’ll suck my dick.”

“I forget you’ve sucked cock before.”

“I don’t do it often but when I do, I make sure it’s done well.”

A few days later, Steven and Javi had gone to work, leaving me by my lonesome at home. It was my day off so I decided to do chores. In only my black Calvin Klein briefs, I washed my bed sheets, my clothes and I even managed to clean the bathroom, and vacuum the living room. Living with three other men meant the bathroom would get dirty quickly. Dick usually was the one to clean the bathroom, but he was busy with everything for the new shop.

When I was finally done, I took a shower.

After the shower, I put on some clothes and then went to the kitchen to warm up some food. While I ate, I texted Sam. It had been a while since I saw him.

Without wasting time, Sam replied, “Hey what’s up?”

I replied back, “Nothing much. Just bored. What are you up to?” I figured he would be on campus which was a short train ride away.

“At my uncle’s dojo doing some practicing.”

“Dojo? Like martial arts?” Sam had never mentioned anything about doing martial arts nor that his uncle owned a dojo.

“Yeah, you wanna come down and see it?”

“Sure.”

Sam gave me the address. Then I grabbed my things and left the house.

Thankfully the trip wasn’t too far. It was a short train ride away. Not even that far from the college campus. The dojo was on the corner of a street and it was a tall building. I walked inside and saw no one at the desk.

“Hello?” I said.

For a moment there was silence then I heard someone coming from behind the curtain. It was Sam, “Hey there Jason. You got here quick,” Sam wore a plain white T-shirt with white shorts that ended mid-thigh.

“Yeah, I got lucky and didn’t have to wait for the train for too long. I like your shorts.”

Sam looked down and then türbanlı escort back at me, “Thanks.”

“I thought you guys normally wore a karate uniform?”

“Most of the time, yes. However, when you’re practicing by yourself you can wear whatever you want. Heck, I’ve done it in just my underwear.”

I smiled, “I’d pay to see that.”

“Maybe later on. Come, let me give you a tour.”

I followed Sam into the dojo which was quite spacious. It reminded me of a warehouse. The center of the large room held a massive mat that was separated into four sections. I assumed to have multiple groups of students. Off to the right of us was the entrance to the locker room and showers. At the very back of the room were a set of staircases and an office.

After the tour, Sam turned to me and said, “So what do you think?”

“It’s pretty dope. So when do I learn karate?”

A smile flashed on Sam’s face followed by a frown, “Unfortunately, we do not have any open spots. So we ain’t taking in new students.”

“Shame, I would’ve loved to learn the art of karate from you, sensei Sam,” I bowed.

Sam chuckled, “I’m not a Sensei yet. I mostly help my uncle with the students and getting things prepared. There are other teachers in the building, I’m just not one of them.” The last part of what he said came with a hint of sadness.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, “You’ll be a teacher one day, Sam,” I assured him.

“Thanks, Jason. I may not be able to give you a proper lesson but I can teach you some of the basics.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

“Follow me,” Sam said. He turned and walked in the direction of the locker rooms. I followed him in. We stopped at a locker, which he opened. From inside he pulled out a pair of white shorts like the pair he wore and a white t-shirt. He then handed them to me, “Here, put these on. I guarantee you training in pants is not optimal.”

I smiled and grabbed the clothes. I removed my shoes and socks, then stripped down to my baby blue briefs. They were a new pair. The waistband and the trim were both white and the underwear was quite snug. It had become my new favorite pair and I was glad that Sam was the first person to see them. I caught him gazing at my underwear.

I put the shirt on and then the shorts, “You should put those on slowly next time,” Sam commented.

I smiled, “Don’t worry I’m probably going to have to take these shorts off later.”

A grin grew on Sam’s face, “Come on, let’s go before I get a hard-on.”

“Wait you don’t already have one?” I teased.

“Shut up, Jason!”

I followed him out of the locker room into the center of the dojo. For the next hour, Sam taught me some of the basics. Kicking and jabbing, proper stretching, and some techniques I could practice at home with. Sam was a good teacher. He explained everything to me very well and I felt comfortable with him too. Maybe because we were friends, but I knew if I had another instructor they wouldn’t be so lenient with me. Like my coach from school. He was strict and hard on us, but we won the races because of it.

Sweat covered my body. Sam was also covered in sweat. I couldn’t believe I was sweating so much from just the basics. It made me wonder how much I would sweat with actual lessons. I hadn’t sweat this much since our track run at the college. In High School, sweating like this was a daily thing with our coach.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for today,” Sam said.

“Time to hit the showers,” I said with a grin on my face.

Together we walked into the locker room. The two of us stripped down to our briefs. Sam wore his white Fruit of the Looms briefs. The underwear was starting to grow on me. The underwear suited his thin frame. Sam disappeared for a moment then came back with two towels, then we walked into the shower room.

The shower room had a total of eight showers, four on each side. We walked down the center aisle to the very last shower. Sam turned the faucet and water began to come out of the shower head. While the water warmed up, Sam brought himself close to me. He placed his left hand on my lower back while his other hand was under my chin. Our mouths were inches from each other. His breath washed over my face. Quick eye contact was made then our lips locked.

When steam became visible, Sam adjusted the water temperature and the two of us entered it with our underwear still on. The kissing continued and our hands began to move across each other’s bodies. Eventually, our hands were on each other’s crotch. My member had grown in the soaked underwear. Sam’s hand began to stroke it.

Sam’s kissing went from my lips to my neck. He continued down my body making a stop at my nipples. Where he began to lick them. The sensation caused me to moan. His hand continued to stroke me in my wet underwear.

The kissing continued down my body until Sam was in a squat before my crotch. Our eyes met as Sam looked up at me with his fingers under the waistband of my drenched underwear. He pulled them down and my erection sprung out. The underwear fell to my ankles and Sam tossed it at the edge of the shower. His fingers wrapped around the base of my cock and he pulled back the foreskin revealing the blushing head. Impatiently Sam wrapped his lips around the tip of my cock and brought the cock deeper into his mouth.

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My eyes widened in shock as I stared at his pink man meat which grew within seconds in his hand to a considerable size. Oh my god this can’t be real. I was cornered and couldn’t get out here and now I am totally alone with this pervert. I shifted deeper into my seat and tried to ignore the slow smacking sound coming from Mr. Croftons cock as he moved his foreskin back and forth over his red wet mushroom head. He still didn’t mind me at all and although my body was so tensed up I somehow still had to admire his total confidence and freedom that he expressed with this carefree behavior. I was doing a bad job in ignoring Mr. Crofton as my eyes always wandered to his exposed hard cock standing upright out of his open suit pants. I noticed how it made my body tingle and my own crotch respond in a manner I wouldn’t admit to anyone. I am certain that I like girls more than anything and I would never date a guy but deep down I also know that a hard wet cock makes me horny too.

This was something I discovered when my bully older cousin had a sleepover at our house and we had to share a room. He just jerked off his dick when he thought I was asleep. I was not asleep though and it disturbed me greatly. mamak escort Not only because of watching another guy doing such a private thing but because of the fact that it made me incredibly hard and I have to admit that I jerked off to this image in my mind of my cousins wet hard cock for months after the event. But I am surely not gay am I? The scene unfolding before my eyes was not helping at all and I already knew I will have wet dreams of this and jerk of to it in the future and my life will be more complicated because of it. My thoughts trailed off and I must have been staring quite openly the whole time because I suddenly heard Mr. Croftons deep moaning voice:

“Do you like to watch or do you want to join me?”

I blushed deep red, feeling the heat in my face but it was probably too dark for Mr. Crofton to notice.

“I….oh…..I am sorry!”, I stuttered looking out of the window again but there was still the reflection and my eyes darted right back to his hard meat.

“Don’t be!”, Mr Crofton said, “I don’t mind if it gets you off watching me…”

“It doesn’t!”, I quickly replied in a high pitched voice which only ofise gelen escort led to Mr. Crofton laughing out loud.

“I bet it does.” He added quite sure of himself.

“N…No. Why would you say that?” I mumbled on helplessly as a musky smell got mixed in with the heavy perfume and cold cigar smoke smell already making a thick atmosphere in the compartment.

“Because I bet you 100 Euros that your little friend in your pants is already at least semi hard buddy!” He looked over with a glint in his eyes and I crossed my legs away from him. He was right I had to admit to myself. My body always betrayed me in such things but he couldn’t have noticed it in the dim light and with my roomy cargo pants. I gulped: “I…..I don’t gamble!” Was all I could muster at the moment my face still feeling hot like after a day in the sun.

“It’s no gamble if you are so sure!” Mr. Crofton was now sitting with his legs spread apart in my direction whipping his cock slowly about watching me closely like a predator. I said nothing and bit my lip.

“200 Euros!” He added with a deep moan still staring.

“I don’t even have that otele gelen escort much money on me!” I said getting more and more defensive hoping that he would let go of it but deep down I knew that he would not.

“You don’t need any money. If you are right you just show me your flaccid little dick and get 200 Euros. If I am right you just show me your hard dick and we work out some deal so you get the money as well, not much to lose to a total stranger right? In the end you walk out here with 200 Euros in your pocket and nobody has to know where you got them from. What you say!”

“Just leave me alone please!” I buried my face in my hands.

“300!” He continued. “Money is no issue for me. Everybody has a price because everybody is a whore, and I really neither care who you are, what your morals or relations are or anything, I am just a rich guy in a train trying to have some relaxing fun before I go to sleep”, he laughed.

I heard my blood pumping in my ears, his deep voice laughing, the train rattling. The invasive manly smells coming from Mr. Crofton made my cock twitch between my legs. I couldn’t think straight in this environment and his last call of 300 Euros made me think that I could have a very nice evening with Maria with that kind of money. A real fancy date instead of Burgers on a park bench. And he was right, nobody would know, not even he knows who I am and we will never meet again.

He knew that I was thinking about giving in because he kept his mouth shut watching me as I tried to struggle with myself.

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The Fair:

Elliot woke early the next morning and immediately wished he hadn’t woken up at all. The headache he was feeling was truly agonizing. His first thought was that he would do anything to make the pain stop, his second thought was that he had finally had his first kiss last night.

He had gone on a date last night. Of course he hadnt known that at the time… and it was with a forty year old man. “Oh shit,” Elliot said to no one. He was remembering that he had a second date this afternoon. This time Elliot had no room for misinterpretation as Justin had made his intentions perfectly clear.

Excitment? Nervousness? Anticipation? Fear? Elliot wasn’t sure just which he was feeling the most at the moment. Pain. What Elliot was feeling the most right now is the pain in his head.

His phone was on the nightstand. Elliot fumbled for it and sent a message to Ava.

E: If someone was a bit hungover what should they do?

Rolling over to his back Elliot pressed the palms of his hands tightliy to his temples. Groaning, he wondered if this pain would ever end. It didn’t seem likely. Elliot’s phone dinged.

A: Oh no, sweetie. I’m sorry! First one? Drink lots of water, caffine, and take a shower. Also, if you have some, try some vitamin c.

E: Thanks Ava! And thanks for last night btw. I had a blast.

A: Yay, that makes me happy. How was the rest of night with Justin? I trust he was a gentleman.

E: Absolutley. And yes, I had a lot of fun and he said he had fun too.

A: Well, I’m glad. I’d hate to hear that my brother wasn’t treating my friend right.

Wait, what did she just say? Elliot read the message over and over. Ava had definetly just called Justin her brother. But they couldnt be siblings, right? Thinking on it, it made since. Ava was a large, strong, beautiful, intelligent woman & Justin was a large, strong, handsome, intelligent man.

E: Brother?

A: Did you not know? Yeah, Justin’s my oldest brother. He basically raised me. Are you two still going to the fair?

E: Yeah, I’m about to get ready.

A: Yay! Adorable, you two are going to have a great time!

Elliot decided his first priority was defeating this hangover. Only after would he be able to focus on getting ready. Stumbling through his apartment he felt like he had run into every obstacle imaginable as he made himself some coffe & worked his way through a second water bottle.

Three water bottles and two cups of coffee later and he was no longer looking forward to death. Jumping in the shower he was glad he had shaved yesterday. Running his hands over his body he was pleased with the feel of how soft and smooth his skin was. He turned the water temperature up higher and enjoyed the steam filling the restroom.

Working the soap into a lather he shut his eyes and imagined that the hands on his body belonged to someone else. Memories of Justin’s kiss & hands on Elliot’s body played through his mind. Elliott brought his soapy hands to his hardening penis and began to play with himself.

With one hand he rubbed his cock and balls while the other rubbed his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples. He let out a little moan through his slighlty parted lips as he remembered the feel of Justin pinning him up against his door. He rubbed a little harder now, a touch faster. Elliot’s breath quickened and his heart beat intensied. The hand at his breasts fell to his side and a new memory entered his mind. Justin’s eyes fixed on Elliot’s ass, Justin’s hand roughly squeezing his butt cheeks, and the departing swatt. As Elliot thought about this his unoccupied hand found its way to his cheeks.

The feel of his soapy hand caressing and spreading his cheeks was new. His fingers found his hole and as he rubbed his crotch he began circling his hole with one, then two fingers. His breath was ragged now and tiny moans were coming more frequently.

On a whim Elliot pressed more firmly with his circling fingers. With all the soap his middle finger pushed in easily, illiciting a gasp. The soap stung and the unfamiliar feeling of fullness was unwelcome. He worked his finger in and out inserting more of the digit with each pass. Eventually, despite the stinging sensation the feeling of fullness was becoming less bothersome, maybe bordering on pleasant.

The rubbing again escalated its speed as the hand working his asshole struggled to keep pace. There was a pressure building in his belly and his knees began to buckle. The breathy sounds Elliot was making were becoming throatier and more irregular, his body jerking, and toes curling beneath his feet. Finally he felt the release he’d been working towards.

Straightening back up and catching his breath Elliot struggled to get his legs to cooperate. Steadying himself against the shower wall he looked down and saw his cum covered belly. Elliot felt himself blush knowing that he had just cum while he fingered his own ass to the memory of an older man making out with him and grabbing his ass. Rinsing himself off and catching his breath he realized just how much kızılay escort he was looking forward to his date with Justin. The bathroom had become a steam room however and he knew he’d need to let it air out before he finished getting ready.

Not bothering to get dressed or wrap in a towel, Elliot lounged naked on the couch rereading Pillars of the Earth and thinking to himself how horrible everyone must have smelled in the 1100’s. Smiling he was grateful Justin was taking him to a recreation of medieval Europe instead of the real thing.

The phone’s buzzing jerked Elliot back to the presant day. Elliot saw the message was from Justin.

J: Hey Ellie, just making sure you haven’t forgotten about our plans. And also, to check how you were feeling.

E: No, I remember. And now that I’ve showered and got some coffee in me I think I might still be alive when you pick me up.

J: Looking forward to it, see you in an hour.

The steam from the shower had let up so Elliot decided to put his book down and finish getting ready. He settled on a bathing suit and tank top remembering the supposed heat for the day and threw on some light tennis shoes. looking in the mirror he thought he looked good, even if it was very casual.

Elliot decided to go ahead and wait for Justin outside at the in front of the building. However, as he walked down the hallway Elliot was shocked when the door to the stairs flew open and Justin walked through.

“Hey El, you all set?” Justin said with a smile on his face that could only be described as beaming.

Elliot gathered himself after nearly running into Justin. He once again was reminded of just how large of a man he was. Justin was looking down at him, eyes a light.

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.”

Justin’s arm swung around Elliot’s shoulder in a firm side hug while also turning him towards the stairs, “Glad to hear it. We’re going to have a great time.”

*THWACK!*

Justin had taken his arm from Elliot’s shoulder and given his ass a firm slap. Elliot squeaked and jumped at the contact. The look on Justin’s face made it clear how pleased he was with himsef. Elliot rubbed the offended butt cheek and asked if Justin had already eaten.

“I had breakfast but I believe I could eat you up.”

Elliot felt his cheeks redden as Justin gestured for Elliot to head down the stairs. Elliot remembered how the last time they were on these stairs Justin hadn’t pulled his eyes away from Elliot’s butt. Looking over his shoulder now, he saw that this time was no different.

After Justin had helped Elliot into his Jeep, Justin stared at Elliot for a moment before taking his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. He then gently pulled Elliot’s face close and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“You really are pretty, you know that?” Justin asked.

Elliot smiled, “Pretty, am I?”

“Damn gorgeous.”

With that, Justin headed off down the road. The fair was not too far away and they were set to arrive shortly after it opened. The conversation was light and easy, chatting about everything and taking advantage of the time in the car to get to know eachother better.

As was the case previously, Justin seemed unable to keep his hands off of Elliot. He seemed to constantly be petting, patting, or squeezing Elliot’s thigh as he drove.

Arriving at the fairgrounds Elliot was pleased that they were able to park near the entrance as the day had already turned out to be as hot as expected. By the time they got through the gate Elliot & Justin were both sweating.

“What do you want to do first, cutie?” Justin asked, giving Elliot’s bottom a little squeeze.

Elliot couldn’t help but give a brief look around but no one seemed to have noticed. “Maybe something in the shade? Maybe a cold drink.”

The rest of the day was a blast. They had watched several shows, the jousting, and done some shopping. Elliot was exhausted. He felt drenched and hoped Justin couldn’t smell him. Justin seemed at ease in the heat, the sheen of sweat visible on his face and arms looked natural.

They were currently seated at a bench near the shops at the exit eating ice cream. Elliot’s eyes were drawn to Justin’s large and hairy hands. Those hands that had squeezed and popped Elliot’s ass. The hair from those strong hands continued up his large and powerful forearms.

“Have you ever grown your hair out?” Justin’s voice snapped Elliot from his day dreams. “Nothing crazy, I just think a longer hairstyle would look good on you. Maybe even get it to follow the laws of physics.”

Elliot laughed and took another lick of his ice cream. At that moment Justin decided to give Elliot’s unruly hair a tussle. This caused Elliot’s face to lurch foward towards his ice cream cone.

“Whoops, let me get that.”

Justin removed his hand from Elliot’s sweat covered hair and moved it down to his face. With his thumb he wiped away a smudge of ice cream from his nose and another from the corner of his mouth he then let his kolej escort thumb linger there in front of Elliot’s slightly pursed lips. Elliot sat there frozen until he felt the touch of the cream covered thumb tip pressing against his lips. They parted at the touch and Justin slipped his thimb into his mouth as he felt Elliot’s tongue lap at the ice cream. Justin left his thumb in Elliot’s mouth and smiled when he felt some light sucking paired with the continued movement of Elliot’s tongue. Elliot could see a smile forming on Justin’s mouth as he said, “Just when I thought you couldn’t be any prettier. That’s a great look for you Ellie.” Elliot could feel the heat in his cheeks letting him know he was in full blush.

“Awwww you two are so cute, kiss him.” came an unfamiliar voice. Turning in the direction of the voice Elliot saw two attractive women that he gauged to be a year or two older than himself sitting a table over from where they were seated.

Elliot felt Justin’s hand returning to his face as it turned him back to face his date. The older man was leaning across the table now towards Elliot. Elliot closed his eyes and allowed Justin to bring him in for the kiss. He could hear the girls clap and awwwww at the display of affection.

“I hope some of that is from sun. If you’re blushing this bad they’ll think that was your first kiss.”

If at all possible Elliot entered a new stage of blushing, one that would make the Lanister Crimson feel shame. “It’s not. Last night was.”

Justin dropped his ice cream cone, “You’re kidding. Do you mean with an older man, in public, with a guy…”

“All of those things, yes. But… also”, he lowered his voice “it was my first actual kiss.”

Justin reached out and enveloped Elliot’s hand in his, giving it an assuring squeeze, “Well, it wasn’t mine and it was a great kiss. All the guys are missing out. Are you about done with that?”

Taking one last lick Elliot disgarded the rest of his ice cream as Justin retrieved his from the ground. One of the girls called out as they walked away, “Take it easy on him.”

Justin steered Elliot to one last shop that was selling handmade soaps. They browsed and Justin hd a short chat with the stall runner. When they left Justin had a small bag of very nice smelling soaps that Elliot found strange for Justin to have been buying.

As they left the fair Justin kept Elliot pulled in tight for the walk back to the car. The tempretures made this a rather warm embrace but Elliot didn’t mind. While they chatted about the day Elliot could smell the remnants of Justin’s cologne & deoderant from this morning as well as the not unpleasant smell of sweat and grass.

Justin took the top off of the Jeep helped Elliot into the passenger seat. “What do you say Ellie? Want to come back to my place to relax a bit before you head home?”

Elliot hesitated. Did he want to go home with him? He’d had fun and was open to continuing the date, but was he ready to *go home with a man*?

Seeming to sense the hesitation Justin coaxed, “I’ll be on my best behavior. I promise to even keep my clothes on.” Justin smiled showing his teeth. “Besides this is our second date, you’re thinking of the third date.”

Elliot did actually feel a little relaxed at that. “Sure, we can head to your place for a bit.” And with that they were off.

Justin’s house:

As it turns out Justin’s was about ten minutes from the fair ground in the opposite direction as Elliot’s. It was not part of a subfivision but rather one of those long winding driveways that feeds into a small road. Elliot thought that the highly wooded environment seemed to fit Justin. The house was huge and very secluded. There was a large car port in front of a three car garage, which answered Elliot’s first question of how someone could back down this driveway onto a road.

Justin helped Elliot down from the lifted vehicle and held the door to the house open for him. Elliot nearly gasped at the interior of the home. He turned to tell Justin so, only to see Justin butt the door shut before closing the distance between the two in a single stride. With that they were kissing.

This seemed different to Elliot somehow. Justin seemed hungry for him as Elliot felt himself being walked backwards while simultaneously being pulled into the groin and chest infront of him by Justin’s hands at his hips.

Elliot briefly thought of what Justin had said before leaving the fair about Elliot not having anything to worry about today. But then Justin’s hands found Elliot’s ass and gave it such a squeeze that he thought he was trying to pry the butt cheeks off of his body. Elliot groaned into Justin’s mouth as Jusin began kneading Elliot’s butt cheeks in his large hands.

Once Justin felt Elliot lightly sucking on his intruding tongue it was Justin’s turn to moan. Elliot didnt know why but hearing Justin moan and knowing it was because of his kiss and his body that Justin was reacting to that way turned Elliot on so much. Justin broke the kiss maltepe escort and looked into Elliot’s eyes, “Are you sure you’re new to this? I’m having trouble beliveing you aren’t some sort of secret slut.”

Elliot giggled, actually giggled, and replied, “Well, not yet. and honestly before I figured out your sister Ava was setting us up, I had never even thought about men.”

“And now?”

“Well, I like you.”

“Yeah you do” and Justin resumed kissing Elliot with just as much passion as he had as they entered the home. Justin’s arm’s shifted rapidly as his left hand flew to the back of Elliot’s head while the right arm shifted so Justin’s forearm was beneath Elliot’s butt. Justin hoisted Elliot without breaking the kiss so that he was straddling Justin while he stood. Supporting Elliot with one arm beneath his bottom and the other entertwined with the hair on the back of his head, Justin proceeded to march Elliot straight across the room towards the brick chimney.

*BANG*

Elliot was nearly winded with the impact as he felt his back make contact with chimney. Justin pressed forward with his full frame as if trying to absorb Elliot. Elliot could feel Justin’s cock hardening against his crotch.

Elliot felt confined, almost like he was being crushed. Pressed between this giant man and a brick surface. Justin ground his hips against Elliot’s, side-to-side, forward and back. The moan Elliot let out put Justin over the edge.

Suddenly, Elliot was whipped away from the wall and carried across the room. Justin lowered Elliot in his arms before dropping him a few inches above the couch.

“Omfff” Elliot let out upon landing.

Justin stood above Elliot for a moment before turning and walking over to a nearby recliner. Taking a seat, he smiles & gestures towards the kitchen.

“Get me a beer, wouldcha?”

Elliot felt very off footed by the request but he saw no reason not to. He made his way into the kitchen and found several beers in the fridge. Having not been offered one and remembering this morning’s hangover he decided to skip grabbing one for himself and he went back to Justin.

Elliot felt unsure of himself standing there with Justin just sitting in front of him in the recliner. Justin opened the beer and took a deep swig, “Take off your clothes Ellie.”

“What?” Elliot was frozen in place. Justin tilted his head slightly to the side as if confused by the question.

“Ellie, take off your clothes.”

Before Elliot could think to react any differently he found himself peeling the sweaty tank top from his torso. Once clear from his face he could see that Justin had sat back deeper into his chair & was sipping his beer, watching.

However, when Elliot hitched his thumbs into his bathing suit to pull down… Justin leaned forward. The sweat had caused the boxers as well as bathing suit to stick to his thighs. He needed to wiggle and shimmy in order to work them down his legs. Elliot stepped out of his bathing suit, boxers, and shoes at the same time. Standing there naked but for his socks, Elliot was not sure what he should do.

Justin sat there for a moment, unmoving, waiting. When a few moments had passed with both parties remaining still, Justin set his empty beer down and rose from the reclyner. He walked straight past Elliot to the kitchen. Elliot remained frozen to the spot & he heard the opening of the beer. Justin returned to view and set the fresh beer next to the empty and Elliot thought he was going to return to his chair.

Instead he rounded on Elliot, bent down and lifted his feet one at a time removing the socks from each foot standing back up he balled the socks together and placed them by his beer on the end table. Next he removed the boxers from the bathing suit and placed them in his pocket. Only then did Justin resume his seat in the reclyner.

“Did I tell you to remove your clothes except for your socks El?”

“No.”

“Come sit on my lap Ellie.” Justin patted his lap woth both hands. Elliot approached. “That’s right, take a seat right here.”

Elliot found that he could curl up quite nicely, his bare feet on Justin’s arm rest with his ass nuzzled between Justin’s thighs. And then they were kissing again. This time, while Justin remained fully clothed Elliot was completely nude sitting in his lap.

Justin’s hands were all over Elliot. Rubbing his chest, pulling his hair, squeezing his ass, and wrapping around his throat. Elliot was learning that he liked having his ass rubbed and nipples played with. Playing with his nipples had long been part of his self service but this was confirmation that he enjoyed the sensation with a guest as well.

Elliot had his arms wrapped around Jusin’s neck and shoulder as if he was the larger man’s tote bag. Justin continued to paw and play with the young man writhing in his lap as he continued to nibble on Elliot’s lip and invade his mouth with his tongue.

He broke the kiss and grabbed his beer and took another long drought nearly draining the can. Elliot took advantage of the moment to regain his breath, he was beginning to get cold. Justin set his beer down and turned his head to look at Elliot. He ran his wide spread hand through the hair on the back of Elliot’s head and took a firm handful and tugged sharply back. Simultaneously Justin inserted his middle and ring fingers of his free hand into Elliot’s open mouth.

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I had to park on the street because the driveway was filled with cars. That seemed to suggest I was in the right place, which my GPS corroborated, but I pulled up the invitation I’d received to double check.

“Don’t spend Valentine’s Day alone–you’re invited to the Singles’ Soiree, the most exclusive party of the year. Only the hottest make the cut, so don’t miss out!”

The address provided matched the house I was looking at, but…was I really going through with this? I still half expected this to be some kind of scam, or worse. On the other hand, I could really use some fun. I’d been out of commission for too long; maybe it was time for me to get back on the horse. If it turned out to be less than I hoped, I could always just leave.

Feeling self-conscious but resolved, I got out of my car and and headed for the door. The house was one of those sprawling ranch-style places, single-storied but with multiple wings and additions sticking out in every direction. I knocked, and twitched in surprise when it was immediately opened. I opened my mouth…and froze, momentarily mesmerized by the man before me.

He was chiseled to perfection a marble statue would envy, six feet of flawless skin and rippling lean muscle. This was extra apparent due to the fact that his only attire was a clingy pair of near-transparent white boxer briefs that hugged so closely they might as well have not existed. Finely wrought features beneath glossy black hair surrounded blue eyes that danced with amusement. If I’d been a cartoon canine, my tongue would have lolled out of my mouth and onto the floor.

“While it’s nice to be appreciated,” he said, a little smirk on his lips, “it’s also damned cold out here. You coming in, or what?”

Oh, right. Winter. I was feeling rather warm all of a sudden, myself, so it took me a moment to compute the issue. “Yes, sorry. You caught me by surprise, is all.” I stepped forward, and he only barely moved, forcing me to rub against his body on the way through the door. Something about that move tickled the back of my brain.

I mean, it tickled something else, too, but that particular organ isn’t known for being overly concerned with details.

“I’m glad you could make it, Nick,” he said, closing the door. “I was starting to worry you weren’t coming.”

Hearing him say my name settled it. A flash of memory, that same voice gasping my name, that beautiful body writhing beneath me…

“Hello, Dante,” I said, suddenly certain. “I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”

“Of course,” he replied. “We may have only hooked up the one time, but it was only a few months ago. That’s the reason you’re here, after all. If I didn’t remember you, you wouldn’t have been invited.”

“I didn’t realize this was your party,” I said.

“Oh yes, I do this every year.” He was clearly delighted to share the story. “I keep track of my favorite hookups throughout the year, and then invite them here all at once on Valentine’s Day. It makes for a hell of a party.” His previous smirk had grown into a wicked grin. “The hottest, best hung, and most multi-orgasmic guys I met last year are all under one roof tonight. You’re all three, so of course you made the cut for this year’s lineup.” I had to smile at that. He was right, it was nice to be appreciated.

The rumble of male voices and laughter echoed down the hallway from the front door. “Speaking of which,” Dante said, suddenly brisk, “let’s get to it.” He went over to a little side table, grabbed something, and turned back, offering the item to me. It was a black plastic garbage bag, still folded up from the box. A piece of white masking tape with “Handsome Nick” written in clear block letters was stuck to the bag. I could only roll my eyes.

“Strip,” he commanded. “Put all your stuff in here, and I’ll lock it up with everybody else’s. That way everyone leaves with everything they came with.”

Strip? Like, all the way? Right here, in the foyer? I guess I should have known what kind of party this was from how Dante answered the door. In for a penny, in for a pound…or in this case, a pounding, hopefully. I kicked off my shoes, then started pulling off my coat and scarf while Dante shook out the bag, which proved to be the high-volume sort.

I jerked my chin at the bag as I shoved my outerwear inside, making sure my shoes were on the bottom. “Smart. Simple, but effective.”

He nodded. “The first year I did this, I didn’t have a system in place. I kept finding leftover socks and dirty underwear all over the house for like a week.”

I chuckled, pulling off my shirt. “Yikes. Nobody wants that.”

“You’re telling me…oh, my.” His voice trailed off as I put my shirt into the bag. Shit, I should have realized. Glancing up, I found his eyes locked on my neck, because of course it was.

The scar tissue covered the rear left side of my neck and the top of my shoulder. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” I said quietly. “How does the saying go? Something something skin deep?”

His gaze jerked up to meet mine again. “I’m sorry, I just rus escort didn’t know. Talk about catching someone by surprise. When did…how…But no, you don’t have to talk about it. I’m sure you’re sick of explaining it all the time.”

I appreciated that, but better to get it out of the way. “It’s okay. To make a long story short, it was a collapsing roof beam. Just a couple of weeks after our first meeting, actually.”

Dante’s eyes fell to the department seal tattooed on the inside of my left forearm. “Of course. I’d forgotten you were a firefighter.” He smirked, regaining some of his flirtatious aplomb. “I should have made you bring your hat. Ooh, or the pants with the suspenders! Mmm.” His grin returned at my snort. “Hey, can you get me one of those sexy fireman calendars? Or better yet, the phone numbers of the models?”

That wrung a laugh out of me. I added my pants and socks to the bag. “Most departments don’t actually do those.”

“More’s the pity.” His eyes raked me up and down, managing to both leer good-naturedly and not stare at the scar. “You could star in one, from what I can see.”

“Maybe if they only shot from my right.” Damn, that came out bleaker than I’d intended.

His lips pursed. “Actually,” he said thoughtfully, “I think it suits you.”

I stared. “Seriously?” The scar was a twisted, melted horror show. It really was only skin deep–my team had pulled the beam off me fast enough that there wasn’t nerve damage or any of the many other nasty things that could have happened, which was frankly a miracle–but the skin was bad enough.

“Now that I’ve had time to look at it, yeah, I think it does. You were too pretty and boyish before. Be honest: how often were you carded at bars before that happened?”

“I don’t know…a lot?”

“And how often since you got the scar?”

I thought about it. I hadn’t been to a lot of public places like that since the incident, but there had been a few. “Come to think of it, I don’t think it’s happened once.”

He looked triumphant. “See? You’re what, twenty-seven, right?”

“Twenty-eight now, but yeah, close enough.”

“I bet you could have passed for nineteen when we first met. Now no bouncer or bartender would dare question you, you look like too much of a badass.” He paused, then added, “Besides, that scar has basically saved my party. If I wasn’t the prettiest guy here, I’d be insecure, and it would ruin the whole night.”

My laughter was interrupted by a long, low groan coming down the hallway, the kind of primal sound only a man experiencing intense pleasure can generate. Dante’s head whipped around, and he cursed under his breath. “Sounds like the natives are getting restless. Hurry up, we need to get in there.”

I pulled off my boxers, ignoring Dante’s waggled eyebrows–not like he hadn’t seen it before–and put them in the bag. He tied it shut and walked over to a discreet door on one side of the entryway. He opened it, put my bag inside the closet with what looked like a large number of similar bags, then snapped a combination padlock shut on the door.

“Safe and sound,” he said. “Now, let’s get this party started properly.” Another masculine moan of pleasure, followed by cheers and laughter, accompanied his words. “Before things get started without me,” he muttered. He set off down the hallway deeper into the house, and I could only follow, with my cock already twitching and growing with anticipation.

The main part of the house turned out to be an open-plan, U-shaped arrangement, with the kitchen, dining, and living rooms all encircling a semi-enclosed patio space. The kitchen, on the right from the entrance, was the picture of high-end modernity, all stainless steel and glass and complicated appliances I couldn’t name, with a large island that was serving as the bar for the evening, judging from the number of bottles on it. The dining area, directly before us, contained a matched set of table and chairs all done in some dark wood, with a variety of finger foods and hors d’oeuvres spread across it. To my left was the living room, which consisted of one of those big L-shaped sectional sofas, a couple of reclining chairs, and a preposterously large TV on the wall, playing gay porn on mute. The patio, visible through arched windows and a sliding glass door, appeared to contain a hot tub along with the usual outdoor furniture. The entire place all but dripped money.

And it was absolutely filled with attractive, naked men.

I had to give Dante credit for one thing: the guy did not discriminate. Every ethnicity I could readily name was represented in the room, as well as several I couldn’t. Ages ranged from college-ish late teens and early twenties all the way up to a silver fox type who had to be in his late forties, although he was in killer shape for the amount of gray in his hair. Body types varied almost as much; while about half of the thirty or so attendees were the same lean, well-muscled sort as me and Dante himself, it was only half. Slim, sincan escort pretty twink-types were well-represented–several were hungrily eyeing the silver fox–and there were almost as many brawny bruisers towering over them.

It was one of the latter that had claimed center stage, proving to be the source of the moans that had lured us down the hall. Hulking and powerfully muscled, he was leaning against the dining table, head thrown back, dark mahogany skin almost a match for the wood. At his feet knelt a slender white guy, appearing all the slimmer and paler in comparison to his companion, with his head bobbing rapidly at the level of the big guy’s groin. The angle was wrong for us to actually see what he was up to, but it wasn’t hard to guess.

Dante rolled his eyes so hard I could practically hear it. “I should have known who had decided to jump the gun on the festivities.”

“Sorry, Dante,” the black guy panted, looking over at us. “He–mmmm–came outta nowhere. I just turned around and he–urrghh–latched on.”

“It’s okay, Darius, it isn’t your fault,” Dante said. “He’s a compulsive size queen, and you’re the biggest target in the room.”

With a slurp, the kneeling twink joined the conversation, proving Dante’s words as he extracted a frankly ridiculous amount of cock from his mouth. The thing looked as thick as my wrist; how the hell had that much dick fit inside such a little guy’s mouth?

“They never see me coming. That’s why they call me the Cock Ninja!” he crowed triumphantly.

“Nobody calls you that, Toby,” Dante said, to general chuckles. “Also, consent is important.”

“Like he couldn’t have stopped me if he wanted,” Toby snorted. He had a point there, Darius probably massed three of him.

“Still,” said Dante, “that applies to everyone. You all know I’m pretty much an ‘anything goes’ kind of guy, but make sure everyone involved is willing in whatever you get up to tonight. Clear?” He gazed severely around the room, and we all nodded.

His magazine-cover smile returned, and he rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Good, then it’s time to really get this party started. I know we’ve had some weird and tense times, the last few years, but hopefully all that is in the past. I have a good feeling about this year; I think it will be one to remember. So, without further ado, let the 2020 Valentine’s Day Singles’ Soiree commence! Save a load for me!” Applause and cheers rang around the room, which intensified as Dante–the only one wearing underwear–stripped off his boxer briefs and allowed his rapidly stiffening erection to pop out into the air.

He was dogpiled more or less immediately, half a dozen eager guys closing in around him with hard cocks of all shapes and colors leading the way. The mob drifted over into the living room, collecting more guys along their path like Dante was some kind of sex singularity and his gravitational field was dragging hot men into his orbit. They collapsed onto a big area rug inside the bend of the sofa, a huge mass of writhing limbs and thrusting hips that might have been nightmarish if it wasn’t so sexy.

Dante’s cock-cloud only consumed about a third of the partygoers, and men were forming pairs and groups all around. I noticed the silver fox settle into a recliner with a pair of twinks double-teaming him, sucking him in tandem and all but making out around his shaft. Toby, naturally, had Darius’ enormous tool down his throat again, somehow, and looked like he was trying to swallow even more of it.

I headed for the kitchen/bar, intending on a drink before diving in, but I didn’t quite make it. Just before I reached the bar, a guy with Asian features and a hell of a jawline stepped out in front of me. Shorter than average, he was a block of compact muscle; not as defined as someone like Dante, but all coiled power and fluidity that made me think he was a gymnast, or maybe a martial artist.

“I am Park Seung,” he said to me, in a quiet voice. “Do you enjoy oral sex?”

I blinked, nonplussed by such an introduction…but on the other hand, sex party, so what the hell.

“Nice to meet you,” I replied, “I’m Nick. And yes, I do enjoy–fuck!” Before I’d gotten halfway through the answer, he had crouched down in front of me, seized my mostly-hard cock, and started running his tongue up its length. His tongue slid up and down my shaft, then the tip danced around the head, making me groan.

I groaned louder when his lips wrapped around my cock and smoothly glided down, swallowing me effortlessly. Any lingering softness was well and truly gone now; I was stiff as a board and Seung seemed determined to get his mouth over every inch. My cock is not a small one, but he never slowed until his nose hit my pelvis, and that was just a momentary pause before pulling back off so he could do it again, and then again. I had to brace one hand on the kitchen island to keep my suddenly wobbly legs from folding, the other falling instinctively to his head.

“You are remarkably good at sıhhiye escort that,” I managed. Seung’s only response was a hummed acknowledgement. Fuck, that felt good. My breathing had gone ragged, my world shrinking down to the slick heat of his mouth, the tightness of his throat. One of his hands found its way to my balls, and he started gently rolling and playing with them. His other hand wandered up my body, caressing my thigh, tracing the ridges of my abs, toying with a nipple, multiplying the sensations overwhelming my brain.

Distantly, I was aware of the cacophony around me. Groans of pleasure, exclaimed curses, and wet slurping noises filled the house, my own among them. Behind Seung, I noticed a huge hairy bear of a man, a six-and-a-half foot wall of muscle and fur, leaning against the kitchen island where I’d been heading. With one elbow on the countertop and the other idly stroking his heavy cock, he was watching Seung’s masterful display of cocksucking with rapt attention.

Around the room, the party was in full swing. Several guys had braved the cold to venture out to the hot tub, and were taking turns sucking each other in the frothing, steaming pool. Dante’s sex-pile in the living room had shaken out into two groups, with about half of them in a rough circle on the floor, each man sucking the next. Dante was kneeling, frotting one guy while another was pressed to his back, grinding his cock into the cleft of Dante’s ass. A fourth stood over them, with each of the three sucking and licking at his cock, balls, and asshole.

It had been a long time for me, and the pressure was building in my balls. I’m usually good for more than one round, but blowing twenty minutes after arriving seemed too soon.

“Seung,” I panted. “Seung, hold on.” I gently tugged him off of me. “I feel bad with you doing all the work,” I said to his aggrieved expression. “Tell me,” I grinned, “do you enjoy oral sex?”

“I do,” he replied, in that same quiet, oddly formal tone he’d used before. “But I actually prefer being rimmed to being sucked. Is that acceptable to you? I assure you that I am extremely clean.”

That I did not doubt. Something about this guy made me think he was the meticulous type. “Absolutely,” I said, “I’d be happy to.” I pulled him to his feet and turned him around. There were a couple of barstools up against the island, so I pulled one out and bent Seung over it.

His ass was a thing of beauty, twin globes of taut muscle, and I didn’t hesitate to palm one in each hand. Crouching down, I pulled them apart and ran my tongue around the circumference of his hole before licking my way inside. Sure enough, it didn’t even taste sweaty, just…male. Every flick of my tongue produced a sharp, staccato sound from Seung, helpless little “ah! ah!” noises that were adorable coming from such a self-possessed person. The squirming made it even better, like he couldn’t decide whether to push his ass against my face or pull away.

A shadow fell over us. “Hello, I’m Gabe,” rumbled a deep voice. Glancing up over Seung’s back, I saw the huge guy I’d noticed earlier had approached. “I also enjoy oral sex. Would you–shit! You’re not a half measures kind of guy, are you?” Seung, in what was apparently his signature move, had seized Gabe’s cock before he’d finished talking and stuffed most of it into his mouth.

Humming contentedly, Seung slurped and sucked on Gabe, just as relentless as he’d been with me. I redoubled my efforts, determined to match him. Someone’s hand roamed down my back and groped my ass, but I kept to my task and they went away. With a wet sound, Seung pulled Gabe’s cock out of his mouth and glanced back at me.

“Use your fingers,” he said. “I would like for you to fuck me, please.” Oh, hell yes. My own cock, left neglected since I’d started rimming him, was achingly hard and dripping, with a gleaming strand of precum connecting it to the floor. I looked around for lube and was surprised to find it everywhere (though I suppose I shouldn’t have been.) There were huge, industrial-sized pump-top bottles of lubricant on basically every flat surface in the house, including the island-turned-bar right beside me. I immediately set to work, sliding a slick finger inside him, followed quickly by a second.

Darius and Toby had already found the bottle on the dining table. An ecstatic cry made me glance over, and I was able to watch Darius pushing that mammoth tool into Toby’s hopefully well-stretched hole. Toby was facedown on the table, his eyes rolled up in bliss, and my angle let me see Darius slowly but relentlessly slide every inch into him.

The rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh had joined the chorus of moans and cries that filled the air. One guy was laid out lengthwise across the back of the sofa, with his legs in the air and another guy pounding away at his ass. Dante and his three companions had paired off, with Dante topping the one he’d been frotting while the man who’d been standing over them fucked the other. The silver fox, still in his recliner, had one of his pair of twinks riding his cock while the other sucked his partner, the two swapping places as I watched. Not six feet away, a well-muscled Latino was bent over with his hands braced against the fridge, getting fucked hard and fast by a lean man with a swirling tribal-style tattoo and the olive-skinned good looks of the Mediterranean.

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Robert had trouble sleeping that night. And the night after that. He went to the bathhouse as often as he could for the next two weeks. He left with cum in his stomach, and a growing dread in his heart. He wanted Jake. More than any of the male strangers he had pleasured with his mouth.

One day this awesome man stood tall as Robert knelt in a swirling whirlpool. He was overpowered not only by the size of his cock, but the aura of masculinity that emanated from Jake’s presence. Unlike all of the other men Robert had skillfully serviced with his mouth, this man overwhelmed Robert’s mind.

The tenor of Jake’s voice was a welcome song to Robert’s ears. Firm. Demanding.

The volume of cum Jake’s cock shot into Robert’s mouth was liquid love to Robert’s taste buds. Jake had not touched Robert sexually. How could Jake sense that Robert’s entire sexual being was to give unconditional sexual relief and pleasure to other men? Most of the men Robert had fellated were bi-curious, or queer themselves.

By accident, Robert had met the most elusive of men. The married, straight guy who loved having his cock so much would risk his marriage, and health, to feed another man his impressive hard dick.

Five bathhouse visits provided Robert with more than a dozen cocks to suck. Three well endowed black men. A Chinese professor. Middle aged white men etimesgut escort with tattoo’s and wedding rings on their fingers. No Jake.

A sense of panic settled as these days passed by. That he might not see Jake again. Or worse, maybe never.

Robert’s wife Jill was becoming more suspicious over Robert’s lack of attention to her – both marital and sexual.

Robert could feel her body move towards him in bed. Her breathing was audible.

“Bobby, I can tell your awake. What is wrong with you?”

Jill voiced her question in a near whisper. She did not want to startle her husband.

“Nothing hon.”

“Nothing huh?” Jill slowly moved her hand to where Robert’s crotch was, and her fingers found his incredibly rigid. She smiled in the darkness.

“Something is wrong with your cock Bobby. Maybe it misses my tight, wet pussy?”

Roberts hard on was due to the memory of him sucking Jake’s dick.

“mmm yes baby, it does miss your pussy. And your mouth.”

Jill’s momentary flash of happiness was darkened by Bobby’ answer.

“Dammit, I suck your cock. I just don’t like cum, and you’ve known this for years.”

“Jill, I’m just telling you the truth. Let’s fuck. Right now.”

This took the edge off of Jill’s display of anger.

Their lips met, and bodies etlik escort intertwined. Jill became soaked and wet when Bobby’s fingers found her clit, and gently spread her pussy lips to make those wet, smacking sounds from his stimulation. Her nipples were taut. She got on top of her husband to ride his cock with her needful pussy. She gasped as his dick filled her vagina and she began riding it’s length, gripping his penis on every stroke upwards, and relaxing her pussy wall’s on every descent. Bobby was really enjoying this fuck. It must have been 5 or 6 weeks ago that he had been inside her love hole.

Bobby’s mind was clear of cock and man sex. He pumped hard into her pussy, gripping her ass cheeks, moaning now with sexual pleasure. The angst he had brought to bed was gone. He felt like a real man again. This felt so much better than just masturbating his penis. It felt fucking great. He could feel his balls contract, the head of his dick swell to the bursting point, and his first stream of semen soak Jill’s cunt with thick, male cream.

Bobby left his deflating dick inside her warmth. They kissed again, and it was a long, slow, gentle kiss. An unspoken time span between a man and his wife.

“God, that felt so good Bobby.”

“Sorry it’s been so long Jill. I’ve just had a lot on my mind eve gelen escort lately.”

“I could sense that. Was it about me Bobby?”

“no Hon” Bobby lied. Shortly after their bodies parted Jill fell asleep.

Robert was still awake. He wondered why he was so turned on fucking his wife. A real faggot could not stay hard enough to fuck a woman he thought. Maybe, I’m bi-sexual he silently pondered. I’ve had so much more fun blowing men. The desire to do this makes me feel so alive. So sexually hungry. And it’s so taboo to so many people. I used to be one of those people who had disdain for gay men.

The conversation with himself soon ended. Sleep overtook Robert’s thoughts and he felt a calm, sense of peace.

Jake had been in the bathhouse for almost 4 hours at this point. Work had taken him out of town and he had no choice but to travel. He had fucked a whore a week before, but his cock was screaming to him to be blown by a queer that loved doing that. Like that Robert, he had met a couple weeks ago right in this place.

He was a superb blow job, and Jake was let down that Robert was not there.

So he fed his cock to a young twink who nearly gagged on Jake’s manhood.

Jake fed him a torrent of sperm anyway. Sooner or later Robert would show up here. Jake could tell that Robert really loved sucking his dick. He had thought about his mouth for a while now. That had been one spectacular blowjob. Too intense to forget. Why had he not gotten the address and phone number of this cock sucker the first time?

Probably because the overwhelming pleasure Robert’s mouth had lavished on Jake’s dick left him completely drained of semen and made his mind go blank.

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This is it yall. The final chapter.

A lot happens in this chapter, which is why it’s so long. Court room drama, family drama, cameos from friendly faces and old foes, tying up loose ends, Red Jackie being Red Jackie, and yes, the HEA you’ve been waiting for.

Can’t wait to hear your thoughts.

-Love, Eskay

~~~

“So we have a decision to make,” Ethan started as they sat in the living room together. EJ, Jacqueline and Jack sat on the couch while Suzanne and Ethan sat on the floor with 7-month-old Jamison crawling back and forth between them.

He passed out the pictures of house number 1. “White colonial. Six bedrooms, four bathrooms and a finished basement on 2.5 acres of land. Pros and Cons. Go!”

Jackie said first, “This is the pretty house. I want this one!”

“Me too!” Susie said.

EJ rolled his eyes. “It’s in Ashaway,” he said as he petted Catty the cat purring in his lap.

“But everyone gets their own room,” Ethan said to his eldest son. “And you can pick a room on the same floor as everyone else, or one of the rooms on the third floor where you’ll have some privacy. You’ll be a teenager next year and you’ll want that.”

“I know but…” EJ looked at the floor plan again, then moaned, “It’s not in Rockville. All my friends are here. And I have to change schools too? This is my home, Dad.”

“I hear you, EJ.” Ethan looked at his husband. “Jack?”

“It is by far the biggest and prettiest house,” Jack agreed. “And you know I love the farmland. But I also know how hard it’s going to be to change schools. It will be an adjustment for all of us. And EJ,” Jack addressed him, “Rockville is my home too, so I understand how you feel.”

“So the truth is, if it was just my decision, I would go with this one,” Ethan said. “We need the space to spread out. There’s room for a private office for me, a private office for Jack and a playroom for the girls. But it’s not up to just me.” He looked around.

“Here’s our second choice,” Jack said. He passed around the listing and pictures. “Four bedrooms, two-bathroom, ranch style home.”

Ethan said right away, “It’s smaller and it’s a fixer upper.”

“But it’s in Rockville, Dad,” EJ said. “And closer to The Residence.”

“But my office is here, EJ,” Ethan retorted. “My office is at the Inn, not The Residence.”

“Okay then just change your office,” EJ said. “Take the office that Uncle Connor is in now and give him your office here.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Ethan argued back with his 12-year-old son. “Connor is the manager of The Residence, he needs to be in that office.”

“Okay, well I don’t know!” EJ said, exasperated. “I just know I don’t want to go to Ashaway!”

“EJ you do realize that even if we choose the second house, you’ll still have to change schools, right?” Jack reminded him. “We’ll be on the other side of Rockville which means you’ll be going to Hopkins Junior High instead of John Clarke Middle School.”

“I’m okay with that,” EJ said quickly. “I’ll go to school with Imani instead of Freddie. And we’ll all still be in Rockville High together in two years.”

Ethan and Jack smirked at him. Ethan said first, “So this is about Imani?”

“No,” EJ said hotly but turned a little pink. “It’s not about Imani. It’s about me not wanting to go all the way to Ashaway. I’m not gonna have my friends. And Granny and Grampy will be further away and I don’t want to have to leave them either.”

“This family meeting was a bad idea,” Ethan said to Jack. “We should have just made the decision ourselves.”

EJ jumped up angrily and Catty meowed at him as she tumbled to the floor. “Well just do it already! You’re gonna do what you wanna do anyway!”

He began to walk away when Ethan yelled at him, “Ay yo! You don’t just leave the family meeting! Sit your ass back down!”

EJ spun around and yelled, “Why are you like this!?”

“If I get up you, gonna see what I’m really like,” Ethan threatened.

“Okay, pause.” Jack stood up and held his hands out before anyone started yelling again. “EJ, apologize for yelling at your father. Now.”

EJ pushed out air from his nose angrily but said, “I’m sorry, Dad.”

“Thank you for showing respect,” said Jack. “Now if you’re frustrated and you need a break, use your words: ‘I need a break.’ Want to sit down and try that again?”

EJ slumped down on the couch but didn’t speak. Susie gently tapped Ethan and said, “You cursed so you have to put money in the cursing jar, Daddy.” Jamie mimicked his sister and tapped Ethan’s leg too, making Ethan smile. He picked the boy up and put him fully in his lap.

Jackie moved closer to EJ and put her head on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she whispered. EJ lifted his arm up and placed it around her neck, and she moved closer. Jackie said, “I changed my mind. I want to go with EJ’s house.”

Jack sighed and sat back down. The arguing between Ethan and EJ had intensified lately, and everyone else felt like they had to choose sides. He began to speak.

“I just want to acknowledge that we have gaziosmanpaşa escort been going through a lot of changes as a family these last few months. We had Jamie join us unexpectedly. We’ve been going back and forth between your grandparents on the weekends now, which breaks up our family time. Your dad and I have been preoccupied with court stuff. And we’re buying a house. It’s a lot of changes. So it’s okay if there are a lot of feelings about all these changes.”

“I just feel like you guys never listen to me,” EJ bemoaned. “All these changes that I had no say in any of them. Except maybe JC, I remember you asking me if I wanted a sister. But I didn’t get to decide if you two were going to have more kids, and now it’s six of us instead of three. And I didn’t get to decide if I wanted to actually leave this place. What if I don’t want a house? What if I want us to stay right here?”

“I’m sorry you feel like that,” Ethan said. “But the truth is, we’re the adults and we make the decisions around here. We include you in these decisions when we can. The decision to buy a house is necessary, because as you just said, it’s six of us. I want us to be comfortable.”

EJ said, “And I want us to stay in Rockville.”

“So if we can find a nice, large enough house in Rockville, that would work, right?” Jack asked. They both nodded. “Okay. I wasn’t going to say anything but Mr. Jarten and Mr. Lionel are selling.”

EJ looked up at him hopeful. “Right across the street?” EJ asked.

Ethan squinted his eyes. “Next to Mrs. Mullens?” Ethan asked.

Jack smiled at both of them. “Yes, and yes.”

“That’s a great idea!” EJ yelled excitedly.

“Hold up,” Ethan said. “The house has to be smaller too. It can’t be more than 2000 square feet.”

“I honestly don’t know,” said Jack. “I haven’t been in that house since I was a teen. I ran into Mr. Jarten at ShopRite earlier this week. He said Mr. Lionel isn’t doing so well so they’re moving in with his daughter in Pawtucket and his son is taking over the Bait and Fishing shop. Mr. Jarten officially retired from teaching and plan to leave by the fall, once the in-law suite is done.”

Ethan smirked at him. “Just hanging out at ShopRite, huh? Did you say hi to your friend Yosef?”

Jack smirked back. “I did actually. He said to say hello for him… to my husband.”

Ethan laughed and Jack giggled with him. EJ was annoyed. “What are you guys even talking about?”

“How about we set up a house tour next week, see if it’s doable?” Ethan said to Jack. “We’ll all go together, like we did with the first two houses.”

“Okay, let’s do that!” EJ said happily.

~~~~~~

“Thank you so much for inviting us over,” Ethan said as the whole family piled into the front entrance.

“Of course!” Jacob Jarten said happily. “We love having guests over. Jack used to stop by all the time when he was younger, just to talk or play chess with Allie and I.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Jack said, remembering his teen years playing chess and having conversations with the older men. “Sorry I haven’t been around, life just kind of took off for me.”

“Oh we know,” Alexander Lionel said as he came over slowly with his cane. “We’ve been watching from afar. You’ve grown up into a fine young man.” He touched Jack’s face in a fatherly manner.

“Thanks,” Jack said sincerely.

“Yes, we’ve watched both you and Ethan, cursing each other out every Friday morning,” said Mr. Jarten amusingly. “Then suddenly you were over there all the time, and the two of you were inseparable.”

Mr. Lionel said, “I turned to Jacob and said, ‘That boy is smitten with the new Inn keeper.'”

Jack blushed and Ethan laughed. “So Jack was already smitten, huh?” Ethan asked with a smug smile.

“Shut up,” said Jack, and Ethan laughed again.

But Mr. Lionel said, “Don’t laugh too hard, Ethan. We watched you ogle at Jack when he wasn’t looking, way before he started coming around. Pretended to clean that bay window or use EJ to sit out front, all to get a glimpse of him every Friday morning. You were a smitten puppy too.”

“Really?” Jack said in astonishment.

It was Jack’s turn to laugh as Ethan blushed. “I don’t remember that,” Ethan denied.

The older men chuckled. “You two were adorable to watch. Almost as adorable as Allie and I when we were young,” said Mr. Jarten, looking at his partner lovingly.

Alex kissed Jacob squarely on the mouth and said, “Almost.”

Jacob smiled, then turned back to their guests. “We’re barbecuing, Allie’s favorite,” he said.

“Jackie’s too,” Ethan said, rubbing his daughter’s strawberry blonde hair. “She loves having grilled hot dogs in barbecue sauce.”

“Then you’ll sit next to me, yes?” Mr. Lionel asked her.

“Okay,” she said happily and took his hand. Susie followed them over to the dining room.

Mr. Jarten turned to his student. “And how are you, EJ? Feeling awkward about being in your teacher’s home?” He winked at him.

EJ chuckled. “Yea, gölbaşı escort this is a little weird. But you lived across the street from me all this time, so I guess it’s okay.”

Mr. Jarten said, “You too are growing up nicely. Thanks to your dads’ here.” EJ shrugged his response. He turned back to the parents. “So, would you like to do a tour now or wait until after dinner?”

“It’s up to you. We are guests in your home,” Ethan said.

“Well then, let’s begin to walk around now, start at the top and make our way down to the basement.” Mr. Jarten decided. “Would you like to come along, EJ?”

Sure!” EJ said, happy to be included.

The four of them with Jamie in Ethan’s arms left the girls downstairs with Mr. Lionel and went to the first landing. Mr. Jarten walked toward the back of the house and opened up the first room, which was big and spacious with a king-size bed. It was bright yellow with three windows, two facing the back of the home and the other facing the side.

“When we first bought this home 30 years ago, we were in this room instead of the master. We liked the quietness of it and the view from the backyard into the trees.” He said in Ethan’s ear quietly, “Also Janet Mullens is a nosy bitch and we did not indulge her questions of whose room was where.”

Ethan chuckled. “How long have you and Alex been together?”

“37 years,” Mr. Jarten told him. “I came here back in ’81 to spread my father’s ashes and sell his house, and fell in love with an arrogant, chain smoking, smart mouth, rough around the edges fisherman and shopkeeper. Best thing I’ve ever done. I’ve had a lifetime of happiness with him.”

“Wow!” Ethan was in awe. “Sounds like me, except the smoking part: Coming into this small town to buy the Inn, and ended up falling in love with an arrogant, smart mouth sanitation man. Then married him and started a family.” Ethan watched Jack walk around the room with love. “Best thing I’ve ever done too.”

He patted Ethan’s shoulder. “We never did the marriage thing, even after it became legal. We left it for the young folks like you and Jack,” Mr. Jarten said with a wink. “Although O’Donnell offered to secretly marry us once.” He chuckled.

Ethan chuckled too, and didn’t respond. He started walking around, seeing his daughters in that room. When he got closer to Jack, Jack said, “It’s big. And it has two closets.” Jack could also see Jackie and Susie there.

“Big enough for two twin-size beds and two dressers,” Ethan agreed.

They looked out the window into the wooded area behind the house. “I run there sometimes,” Jack said to him. “It leads to the other side of Wincheck Pond, closer to Brayden’s parents’ house. In the mornings I could leave from the backyard and keep going.” Ethan gave him a small nudge.

Mr. Jarten said, “Next room.”

They followed the old teacher to the middle room. It wasn’t as big, but it was still bright, showing the side of the house. It had one closet. “So this would be my room?” EJ asked. “Because I know you not gonna give me the biggest room.”

“Maybe,” Jack said. “We’re just taking a tour.” EJ grunted in response.

They passed a bathroom with two sinks and a big tub and then went into the last room. It appeared small at first glance, but they realized it was because of the full size bathroom and walk-in closet. The room was still large enough for a king-size bed.

Mr. Jarten said, “We moved to the master when Allie’s Parkinsons started affecting his mobility after he turned 70. We needed to be closer to the bathroom and the main stairs.”

Ethan looked out of the window. The bedroom directly faced the Inn. Jack said from the bathroom, “It’s a nice big jet tub in there. And a separate shower.”

Ethan walked over to him and they stood in front of the tub. “We can both fit,” Ethan said softly. Jack smiled without looking at him and nudged him back.

Mr. Jarten briefly showed them the steps to the attic before heading downstairs. The girls were occupied playing Go Fish with Mr. Lionel, so they made their way through the dining room with a table that fits eight, and through another set of double doors into the large, remodeled kitchen.

“We just redid the kitchen a few years ago. Quartz on the counter and the island. Soft close drawers. New fridge and dishwasher. Of course you could change it out if you want.”

Ethan actually wouldn’t; he liked the contrast of the dark blue cabinets, gold handles and white counter tops. But Jack was the one that said, “It looks great in here. We wouldn’t change a thing.” And EJ agreed, testing out the drawers by opening them and trying to slam them closed. He was fascinated.

Mr. Jarten turned to a door off the kitchen. They followed him into the basement, that was surprisingly airy. It had two doors right next to each other. He opened the first door and showed them the laundry and utilities room.

“It has a door to the outside,” he said, pointing to it. “It leads to the backyard.”

He came back to the hallway keçiören escort and opened the second door. It was set up like a family room with a couch with the TV across from it. Ethan asked Mr. Jarten, “What’s the square footage?”

“2500 square feet on an 8000 square foot lot. But it feels larger than that, because of the layout of the house. We’re marketing it as a four bedroom home since this room has its own full bathroom, a closet and windows. Allie sometimes sleeps down here when he can’t make it all the way upstairs. I stay here with him those nights.”

Jack turned to him. “How is he holding up?”

“You know Allie. Nothing ever gets him down. He’s a tough one, that one,” Mr. Jarten said.

“And you?” Jack asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “How are you? I know it’s hard on you too.”

“Oh…yes,” he said quietly. “This last year has been hard. But he still has a lot of life left in him, so we’re cherishing every moment.”

They continued to talk as Ethan made his way to the other side of the room, giving them some privacy. He went through the whole area and ended up at the full bathroom.

EJ came behind him. “So technically this could be my room, right?”

Ethan laughed. “In your dreams, kid.”

“Why noooot?” he whined.

“Because I’m not putting a teenager in his own room with access to the outside,” Ethan said. “You could have full blown parties down here and we would never know about it.”

EJ’s mouth opened. “Oh, so you don’t trust me?”

“Of course not, you’re a kid.”

“Which is it, Dad? Am I a teenager or a kid!?” his son yelled at him.

“Watch your tone, EJ,” Ethan said threateningly. “I’m not entertaining this dumb ass idea.”

“Ugh, just forget it!” EJ said walking away from him. “I don’t know why I’m even here, you’re gonna do what you wanna do anyway.”

Both Jack and Mr. Jarten looked up, startled at EJ’s brisk tone with his father. Jack called his name, “EJ!”

EJ turned to him in anger. “No it’s fine, Pop. Just buy the most convenient house for the two of you, nevermind that I’m going to be a 13-year-old stuck in the smaller room with a baby because we’re both boys.”

“You’re being really rude right now,” Ethan said angrily.

EJ turned back to Ethan. “Well I’m really pissed off but I guess I’m not allowed to be because I’m a KID!” he yelled.

“Ethan!” Jack yelled his name sternly. EJ turned back to his other father, knowing it was him he was yelling at. “Leave this house and go cool off in your room. Now!” he commanded.

EJ brushed past him. Jack continued, “And when you come back, the next words out of your mouth will be an apology to your father and Mr. Jarten for your behavior.”

If EJ heard him he made no acknowledgment of it. They heard his footsteps cross the living room and out the front door.

“Well. I remember having a hot head around just like that,” Mr. Jarten said and winked at Jack.

Jack gave him a small smile and turned to Ethan. “What happened?”

Ethan shook his head in frustration. “The smallest things sets him off now. He had the hairbrained idea that this would be his room. I told him all the reasons it was a stupid idea and he flipped out on me.”

“By calling him a kid?”

“He is a kid,” Ethan said sharply.

“Okay,” Jack said patiently. “But he’s also growing up and he will be a teenager in a few months. So let’s not call his ideas stupid, even if you think they are.”

“So you think it’s a good idea for a teenage boy to have a room in a basement with access to the outside!?” Ethan asked incredulously.

“I didn’t say it was a good or bad idea. But it’s an idea worth considering.”

“Ugh,” Ethan scoffed and brushed past them. He went up the stairs with Jamie.

Jack sighed. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Jarten. We have a lot going on and everyone’s emotions are on high right now.”

Jacob shrugged nonchalantly. “Marriage is tough. Raising children is tough. But you have love, commitment and partnership. You’ll find your way, together as a family.” He patted Jack’s shoulder. “Come, let’s go have dinner. Allie made his special barbecue sauce.”

~~~

EJ eventually came back to the home and apologized to Mr. Jarten, Mr. Lionel and his father. But he was quiet for the rest of dinner. When they left there and went back across the street EJ asked, “Can I go to the park? See if Freddie or Imani is still there?”

Although it was at night, it was still light outside in late June. Ethan was about to protest when Jack said, “One hour. Be home by nine. And stay in Rockville.”

“Okay, thanks Pop.” He quickly grabbed his bike and headed back out.

Ethan shook his head. “You give him way too much leeway.”

“And you’re too hard on him,” Jack said back as he shifted Jamie to his other arm. “Most of the time he just wants you to listen to him, even if you don’t agree. He just needs to be heard.”

Ethan didn’t respond. Instead he said, “I’m going to go draw in the yard for a little while.”

“Can I come?” Susie asked, overhearing.

“Sure, sweet pea. Jackie, do you want to come too?”

“Okay! But I want to play, not draw,” she said.

So the five of them ended up in the backyard of the Inn. Jack strapped Jamie to his chest and kicked a soccer ball back and forth with Jackie while Ethan sat on the bench with Susie on the other end. Ethan sketched while Susie drew pictures in her notebook.

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Follow up to Owned by a Dom, this one is a bit longer

Last Friday was the most mind-numbing experience I’ve had in my twenty-four years of life. I had cum countless times replaying the events in my head, seeing myself be used in such a way. I blushed in the mirror as the memories hit me again, causing my dick to firm up in my boxers. It was begging to be touched for the third time today but I had more important matters to take care of on this fine morning. I had a huge meeting with my boss and then a client that could change our lives and put our talent agency on the map.

After masturbating once again, I couldn’t help myself, I hopped in the shower to mentally prepare for the day ahead. When I left the shower, I slipped a buttplug in and put on my favorite silk boxers and the best suit in my closet. The sex appeal and confidence were practically oozing from my pores, “there’s no way I can lose”. Hitting the front door I was off to work and ready to conquer all in front of me, even terrible traffic couldn’t bring me down. When I pulled into the parking lot my phone vibrated with a text from my boss. He was excited and wanted me to get there as quickly. I chuckled and hopped out, heading into the lobby of our agency. Melinda, our smoking hot secretary gave me a wink and her usual good morning in that sultry drawl of hers. Her voice sent shivers up my spine, but I’d have to act on that in the future. The elevator ride up was quiet giving me a few moments to clear my thoughts, but all that calm thinking flew from my head when the doors opened.

Standing there in all six-foot, eight inches of his glory stood former NBA big man turned comedian Derek Jones. He was one of my favorite players to ever touch the court, an idol to me in high school and college. I was floored when he spoke to me, ” hey you must be Will, I’m Derek, nice to meet you”. If I hadn’t been so starstruck I might’ve responded better than a nervous chuckle followed by a stutter. He laughed it off but I was slightly embarrassed until he gave me a thorough handshake with a tight grip on my hand. I kind of ignored it, but he gave me this strange look I couldn’t place until I suggested that we get to the meeting room.

As we walked, I could feel him staring. When we got to the door he bumped into me, brushing the top of my ass with what felt like a giant kielbasa. I’m pretty sure my face turned a new shade of red, but the split-second of me stopping to open the door was an easy explanation, he just wasn’t paying attention. emek escort Alex, my boss was elated as we entered the conference room and wasted no time in greeting Derek and me with a hearty good morning and a bit of sports talk.

The powwow lasted a few minutes but then we got down to the real business, negotiating a management contract with Derek that would make us a real hit in the industry. His requirements were reasonable, and we were making great progress until he dropped a bombshell on us. He would only sign the contract if I became his agent and point of contact for the company. Sheepishly I laughed it off thinking he was joking until he kind of taunted me asking Alex, “is he man enough to deal with a guy like me?”. Alex found it hilarious but I saw it as a challenge, flustered I accepted and tossed him a pen, “I’m all yours champ.” Derek smiled brightly as we shook hands and shot the shit for a while, then Alex left us to go make a few phone calls.

When the door shut, his eyes were on me again giving me that strange look. It was making me uncomfortable to be stared at like that, like a piece of meat to a hungry lion. Eventually, he suggested grabbing lunch to celebrate the occasion, and it seemed like a great idea until I suggested we invite Alex, to which he immediately dismissed it and told me to get my things. He was king of pushy but I excused myself from the office for the day. I walked to my car, intending to follow him to the restaurant of his choosing, I felt a powerful hand on my shoulder. It was Derek suggesting we take his ride to save gas, it was strange but you don’t turn down a ride in a Hummer limousine. Once inside his driver let up the partition and he poured us both a drink. “To our future Will, things are gonna be perfect.”

The toast was nice and the moment felt awesome until I noticed him readjusting himself. He caught me looking and immediately called me out, I was embarrassed and turned to look out the window, but a nanosecond later his strong paw gripped my hair forcing my face back in his direction. He had this sinister grin on his face as he freed his huge dick from those dress pants. “It’s time we had a proper introduction boy” I struggled against his grip, but he physically overpowered me with one hand pulling me closer to his rod. He kept trying to force it in my mouth but I was putting up half a fight, I was getting dangerously horny and my decision would change things forever.

He eryaman escort pulled me closer choking me with his other hand, I felt myself fading as oxygen became scarce, and he gave me an ultimatum. Either submit like the bitch he knew I was or die in the back of his limo. I shook my head yes the best I could, and he laughed as he pulled me to my rightful position, on my knees in front of a real man. I felt worthless, yet I reached out to grab his dick, but he stopped me letting his dick hit my face with a thud,” good girls don’t eat with their hands.”.

My dick was hard as steel, I just couldn’t understand why my embarrassment turned me on so much. He took hold of his dick and slowly moved it just out of the reach of my hungry mouth every time I got close. He kept taunting me, “oh you almost had it, come on you’ve got to try harder sweetie.” He was taking pride in humiliating me, and just when I caught the tip of his meat, he snatched it away and smacked me on the nose with it, “get my balls first bitch.” He sat up slightly as I pulled his pants down taking one of his massive testicles into my mouth. He sighed and petted the top of my head sipping his drink as I suckled his sack in the middle of traffic.

I had built up a good rhythm until he sat back forcing eye contact, “look at you, a good little sissy, I didn’t even have to tell you a thing.” My face was red, but he didn’t give me time to respond as he guided the tip to my waiting mouth, sliding the mushroom on my tongue. He held it there as he pulled out his phone. “Get started boy I’m getting impatient.” My pride and willpower were utterly gone as I started sliding his meat further into my mouth, the slut inside me began to wake up, as the need to please him increased.

I was attempting to throat him but his dick was just so thick, I was gagging and drooling profusely, but it wasn’t good enough for him. He pulled his meat from my mouth and smacked me hard, it stung so bad and then he did it again and gripped my chin forcing me to look at him. “I’ve been too gentle with you, open wide slut.” I did as told and he leaned forward and spat in my mouth, before I could react, he shoved his dick down my throat, grabbing my head with both hands. He rammed his meat at the back of my throat so many times I swore he would tear through the back of my neck until finally I swallowed and my nose met the small bush of pubic hair on his pelvis. He pushed his hips forward and ground them esat escort from side to side as he suffocated me, and just when I couldn’t take anymore he pulled out allowing a single breath before he brutally slammed his dick past my tonsils.

I was gagging and choking for what felt like ages, with a pool of saliva on the floor and running down my shirt, but I never moved my hands to stop him, this is what I wanted. Thoughts were running through my head, but the only thing I could hear was myself gawking and the sloppy wet sucking taking place. Eventually, I was doing the work on my own accord gagging myself as much as I could on his dick, I was his obedient slut. I worked his dick in and licked the head as much as possible while maintaining eye contact, I could feel his balls beginning to twitch every time they bounced off my chin, he was close and I needed him to cum, my jaw was extremely sore.

Finally, Derek pulled his dick from my battered throat and began stroking it asking me if I was ready to be marked. He picked the phone up putting it to my face. “What’s your name bitch?” “Will Thomas Sir.” He sneered rubbing the precum and saliva from the tip of his meat on my lips like chapstick, “that’s a good girl.” He emphasized each syllable, degrading me even more, and to my dismay, the limo had stopped, and I could not only feel the driver watching my humiliation, but he was enjoying it as well, encouraging Derek.

My cheeks burned and I felt small, but my dick was leaking into my boxers. “Here it comes faggot”, his words stung but I didn’t have time to acknowledge them as burst after burst of his cum splattered on my face. He aimed his dick at my lips and nose coating the bottom half of my face and when he had finally stopped cumming he slapped his mighty dick on my forehead and rubbed the excess over my left eye. He put the tip back to my lips and I didn’t need to be told what to do, I sucked his tip clean and deep-throated him until he pulled back putting the camera back in my face. “I own you now faggot, you best get used to this, it’s gonna happen whenever and wherever I want, now get the fuck out my ride.” I scrambled out of there, not even realizing we were back in the parking lot of my office. As the limo pulled off he rolled the window down shouting, “hope you enjoyed lunch bitch.”

I ran to my car and left before anyone could see me. I was an absolute mess, covered in cum and saliva, my pride was broken but I was so horny it didn’t matter. I rode home with his dried cum caked on my face, cheeks flushed wondering what people thought of me. That night I sat up wondering how things would go and what Derek was going to do to me, but the thoughts running through my head fueled my urge to cum, and I went to sleep that night, not only sticky with my juices, but with his cum still on my face.

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“Don’t take it like that, Owen. I don’t know how long it will be, but I just can’t take any chances until my wife signs the final papers. If she or her lawyer found out about you…”

Owen, an eighteen-year-old ginger-head was curled up on the bed, naked, at the half-a-star Mission Motel in the bad part of Lynwood, a bad part of east Los Angeles. Sergeant Lamar Lewis, perhaps, under the circumstances here, not one of the LAPD’s finest officers, although he fought his addictions even if he rarely won and his sin was compartmented, was standing beside the bed, in his trousers. He’d taken his uniform shirt off, showing a muscular chocolate physique to die for, which had been what had brought Owen to this motel again for his third time with the cop. The cop hadn’t paid for any of the sex, although he did cover the cost of the motel room and the bottle of bourbon they started with. Owen had given it to him the first time to keep the cops on his good side and because this cop had shown that he wanted it. The other time had been because Owen liked it the first time. The third time because he was started to become a habit.

Lewis worked the Watts beat, being black, hunky, and rugged enough to pull it off. Lynwood was about as far off his beat he could go for a nooner and get back on the streets of Watts on time.

He had literally found Owen under a highway bridge. He’d given into his sin and taken the young man to a motel–this motel–and fucked the shit out of him.

Owen was turned away from the big, black bull. He’d just been told they’d have to cool it for a while. That figured, as Owen, small of stature, but handsome of face and perfectly formed of body, his brassy-red hair and green eyes making him a standout, had just decided he’d like Lewis to be his one and only. He’d asked where Lewis lived, the man being separated from his wife while they went through a divorce, so the cop had claimed, and Lewis had just told him he couldn’t tell him that–that they had to cut it off for a while, even though it was Lewis who was a captive to this fetish for young, little guys, especially ginger guys with green eyes.

Lewis sat down on the bed and leaned over and stroked Owen’s bare hip. Owen had his legs tightly closed and his buttocks clinched.

“Come on, Owen. I don’t have much time. Give me your hole for one last time for a while. Let’s not waste this time.” Lewis wasn’t one for flowery expression. He went right to the issue, and he didn’t know a whole lot of fancy words to express dirty thoughts and intentions.

“Just tell me this, Lamar,” Owen said, turning toward Lewis but still curled up. “No don’t do that.” But Lewis did that. Owen’s knees were pressed into his chest, covering his genitals, but Lewis was stronger than he was–both psychologically and physically. He didn’t use the physical strength this time. He sensed it had to be a different seduction. He ran a beefy brown hand in under Owen’s upper thigh and coaxed the leg to straighten up, upon which he glided his hand up the guy’s inner thigh as Owen shuddered at his touch and laced his fingers in the guy’s balls. Owen didn’t fight the cop’s opening him up.

“Tell me about your kids, the ones you’re so anxious not to lose all contact with.”

“Yeah, what about them?” Lewis let loose of Owen’s balls and gently straightened his other leg, using gentle, sliding strokes. In the process he turned Owen onto his back. Owen didn’t fight him. They both knew Owen wanted what Lewis had to give him. The hand enclosed the young man’s cock, and he was stroking him lightly.

“Any of them as old as me? Any boys?”

“No, all girls. Young girls, Owen,” he lied. “None like you. There ain’t no guy I’ve done who is as young and sweet as you. It’s my sin, my obsession. I shouldn’t be here, doing this. But I am. There’s no guy that takes me like you, opens right up for me and makes love to my dick like I like–like I gotta have. I’m already here. I gotta fuck you.”

He placed his hands on the young man’s inner thighs and slid them up to Owen’s crotch and then down to his ankles. With a sigh of surrender, Owen moved his legs apart and allowed himself to be laid completely open to the older man’s roving, gliding hands. The black, beefy hands were all over him. Owen looked down at them moving all over his body and he shuddered.

“You do like me, don’t you, Lamar? You aren’t just trying to spike me and then dump me.”

“I’m lost to you, kid. It’s heaven when I’m screwing you. It’ll all work out somehow.”

Lewis leaned over and kissed Owen on the inner thighs, letting his lips and tongue brush over the tender skin as the young man trembled at the touch. Gliding his mouth up to his crotch, Lewis took Owen’s cock in his mouth, lacing the youth’s balls through his fingers again and rolling and distending them while he gave the young man head.

No other man paid this sort attention to Owen. Owen hadn’t been with men much yet, but none had sucked him off before Lewis. They all wanted him to suck them. But there hadn’t been any complications–no time in the act that he had with Lewis–with demetevler escort the men Owen had gone into alleys with for the money and gone down on his knees to.

Owen moved his hands down to encase the black man’s head and ran his fingers into Lewis’s wooly black hair. “We gotta stop. I don’t want this. If you’ve got these complications, I don’t want this. It’s you who’s been after me, Lamar. It won’t be just for a while. We need to stop. This isn’t right.”

“This is perfect,” Lewis said, pulling off Own’s cock and standing back off the side of the bed. He dug into his pocket and took out a gold-foil Trojan Magnum packet, split the foil, and flipped the packet onto the bed.

“Not if we’ve got to cut it off,” Owen said, looking up at the big black man, while he dropped a tube of lube on the bed beside the condom packet. “You’re just gonna go ahead and fuck me, aren’t you? I can say ‘no’ all I want and get up here and try to walk out, you’re still gonna fuck me, aren’t you?”

“Yep,” Lewis said, “I’m just gonna go ahead and fuck you.” He unbuckled his belt, heavy with all of the beat cop’s equipment he had to carry, unzipped himself, and pushed his trousers and briefs down and off his legs.

“Look at it. It’s gotta be taken care of. We don’t have much time, Owen. As you can see, I want your hole bad. And you want my dick. Dick in hole. That’s what we’re both here for.”

Owen, looking up at the man’s gigantic, jet-black erection, moaned. “Not anymore, Lamar. This isn’t right.”

“This here is right as rain, Owen,” Lewis said, crowning himself with the condom and rubbing his shaft down with lube. “One last time for now. Let’s make this fuck great. Or are you gonna say ‘no’ and try to get up and walk away to see what I’ll do?”

“No, I’m not gonna try to walk away,” Owen murmured, resigned and in need. “I’m as much an addict to this as you are.”

He moaned, but he didn’t struggle as Lewis came down over him on the motel room bed, turning the stretched-out youth on his stomach and encasing Owen’s thighs with his knees. As big as the black cop was and as small as Owen was, Lewis liked a tight feel. He’d spike the kid as tight as possible. Owen raised his hands over his head, grabbing the brass headboard and whimpering, as Lewis lubed up the young man’s entrance, pushed gobs of it inside Owen’s ass, and fingered him. “Open up. Give me that luscious hole. Ah, yes, unclench. Give it to me. Like that. You’re so sweet.”

He handed his long, thick cock and struck it against Owen’s bare buttocks and rubbed it over the young man’s hole until he gauged the channel was open enough for him to get a start and Owen was panting and groaning.

“Relax. Yes, like that. More. Take it.”

“Yes, yes. Fuck. Shit. Give it to me,” Owen moaned.

“You want it now, don’t you? It’s what’s right now, ain’t it?”

“Fuck me. Oh, shit, screw me,” Owen whimpered and then he gasped and gave a little cry as the black cop mounted and pushed the head of the cock in. Lewis hovered over the guy, penetrating and pushing deep. When he’d begun to pump the young man’s ass, he reached up, grabbed Owen’s wrists, and pulled them back, bowing Owen’s supple torso back into his beefy chest. He moved into a rocking fuck, with the brass headboard of the motel bed thumping against the wall. It was music to Lewis’s ears–the reason he liked bringing the kid to this motel.

“Shit. God. Fuck. It’s so big. You’re killin’ me.”

“And you love it.”

And Owen couldn’t say anything, because they both knew he did.

He’d miss this–for as long as it took for Shauna to sign the divorce papers with the stipulations now there–keeping it now that she was at fault for opening her legs to other men and not giving a hint that Lewis liked to fuck eighteen-year-old guys, and, especially, Owen, who he had to admit he’d grown to love.

When Owen and Lewis left the Mission Motel room on Long Beach Boulevard, going off in opposite directions after Lewis had gotten a last feel and kiss of the guy at the motel room door, they were both looking down and moving furtively, so they didn’t notice the venerable silver Bentley saloon car incongruously sitting across the motel parking lot or the man, when he saw them coming out of the motel room door a couple of doors down, pulling back and motioning the blond eighteen-year-old he himself had been fucking back into the room until the cop and the ginger-haired guy had cleared the area.

* * * *

Owen knew who the man in the grocery store was. He was Brad Chandler, the hunky actor appearing in all those action films, always stripped to the waist in the films to add millions to the film’s viewing profits. Owen was bagging groceries at the Trader Joe’s on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood, so it wasn’t at all surprising to see movie stars in here buying their groceries. But he was surprised that, when he let his eyes go to the film star standing in line at the cash register he was working beside, Chandler was looking back at him and smiling with what seemed to be dikmen escort a knowing smile. Chandler in the flesh looked older than Owen thought he would, certainly older than he looked on screen, and Owen would be surprised to know the man was past forty–and reaching the age where he had to put effort into being cast in the kind of movies that had made him famous and Hollywood a lot of money.

The man bought only one bag’s worth of groceries, mostly a cold six-pack of beer, but still, when it was bagged, he gave Owen a smile and said, “Could you carry that to my car for me?”

“Sure,” Owen said. That wasn’t too unusual. Owen had heard that movie stars always had little people around them to fetch and carry for them. He was just surprised that the man smiled at him and touched his forearm lightly when he asked for car delivery. Brad Chandler knew exactly the effect he had on movie fans. Owen was just a homeless guy bagging at Trader Joe’s off the clock for the tips when he could establish a position next to a check-out lane. No one looked at him here–well, some did, he knew he was a strikingly good-looking young man, especially with his ginger hair and green eyes–but he was just a eighteen-year-old, a nobody in this town. He was close to invisible.

But not to the hunky movie star, Brad Chandler, apparently.

The car Chandler guided him to was a gorgeous silver vintage Bentley saloon car. This wasn’t a surprise to Owen either. The movie stars drove something to be noticed. He went around to the trunk.

“No, thank you, you can put the bag up front,” Chandler said. “I want to drink the beer while it’s cold.”

Owen gave the bag an uncertain look. Chandler laughed, and said, “No, I don’t plan on drinking and driving or drinking it all myself. I’m hoping you’ll join me–somewhere private.”

“What?” Owen said, still confused. Chandler was standing close in front of Owen. He was confident in himself. He knew the effect he had on people and, having seen Owen come out of the Mission Motel with a black cop who was still adjusting his pants pretty much told Chandler what Owen would do for a man.

“When do you get off work? But you don’t really work the clock here, do you? You can leave anytime you wish. You just need to make some money, and if there’s another way to make it other than bagging groceries, you don’t need to be here.” The man was holding a hand out toward Owen, and when he turned it over, Owen could see that the man had a wad of twenties in his palm. He was soon to learn there were five bills–$100. He worked for the tips, but this was more than a tip. Owen wasn’t dumb. He knew what this was for. Chandler’s other hand reached out to snake up under the hem of the young man’s T-shirt, the palm going to Owen’s now-trembling belly, the thumb pressing into his navel.

“This will be for a blow job. You let me fuck you, and there’d be another two hundred.”

“What. Why do you think–?”

“The Mission Motel in Lynwood. You do it for black cops. I think you’ll do it for me. I like them young and sweet–just like that cop apparently does.”

Oh.

“So, can you get off work now? Do you need and want the cash? Would you like to take a drive with me up into the hills?”

Owen took the wad of cash.

They didn’t drive far, up Canyon Drive onto Mount Hollywood, on twisty roads toward the Griffith Observatory and the Hollywood sign. Chandler pulled the Bentley off onto a fire trail road with a view out over Los Angeles, driving the big car into the foliage far enough not to be seen from the access road but not so far that it would be difficult to reverse the land boat out.

“Let’s get in back, where it’s more comfortable,” he said, as he opened the driver’s door. “Bring the beer.”

“In back?” Owen asked.

“It’s easier to fuck in the backseat than the front,” Chandler said, giving Owen a slightly irritated look. Didn’t this kid fully get it yet?

Owen didn’t say anything then, so he must have understood what was what. He just thought it was a bit bald and rushed.

When Chandler exited the car, he pulled his shirt off. His muscular chest was his signature look. At his age he always put his best image forward. If a guy was thinking of laying down for him, a torso look added to knowledge he was an action movie star would do it. Much better, unfortunately than seeing what Chandler was packing, which was OK, but nothing special.

As they entered the backseat from opposite sides, he reached over and pulled Owen’s T-shirt off. “There, equals, as much as a man and guy can be. Comfortable? Hand me a beer. Take one yourself.”

“I can’t really drink,” Owen said. “I’m eighteen.”

“I guessed you were that young. You’re almost too young to fuck, too, but here we are and I’m going to fuck you. Drinking is the least of the sinning we’re going to do. Have a beer.” He gave Owen a quizzical look. “I am going to fuck you, aren’t I?”

“I guess so,” came the answer.

Owen handed Chandler a can of cold beer, took one himself, popped the tab, and elvankent escort took a big swig. He’d made it, living under a bridge, these last few weeks by letting men fuck him for a few bills, but this was strange. It also was arousing, and this was a major movie star, and, although older than he thought, the man was still a hunk. The money offered was also a lot better than any other guy had given him for the servicing.

Owen reached out and touched the legendary hard-muscle chest. Chandler laughed. “Feel all you want, kid.” Owen let his hand glide over the man’s pecs as they both took drags on their beer. Chandler took Owen’s hand and moved it down his six pack. The man spent hours upon hours in the gym maintaining his signature look. He moved the hand to where Owen’s fingers went under the waistband of his trousers.

“Unbuckle and unzip me,” Chandler said in a husky voice. Owen did so. Taking his hand off Owen’s, Chandler grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to lodge them under his balls. His cock popped out, hard and erect. It wasn’t as thick and long as Lamar Lewis’s was, but few men had that on Lewis. Chandler took Owen’s nearly empty can of beer out of his hand, rolled the car window down, tossed the can out, and said, “Get down here on your knees and service it.”

Kneeling on the floor of the commodious compartment between the movie star’s spread legs, Owen took the man’s cock in his mouth and gave him suck. Grabbing his wrists, Chandler brought the young man’s hands up to palm his pecs, and Owen felt the man’s torso muscles up as he sucked. After a bit, Chandler leaned over Owen’s slowly bouncing head, reached under and unbuckled and unzipped the guy’s trousers, and pulled them down to Owen’s knees. He let his hands glide around and down Owen’s bare back to his mounds. Chandler spit on the fingers of one hand and pressed in between the young man’s butt cheeks, finding and invading his hole. Owen jerked and moaned, but he continued working the man’s cock with his mouth.

Chandler got a finger in deep and finger fucked the ginger-haired youth. It wouldn’t be much of a transition to exchange finger for cock. There was no question that Owen would let the man fuck him.

At length, Chandler reached for Owen’s waist and lifted him, brushing the young man’s trousers and briefs off his legs. He brought Owen up into his lap, positioning the young man’s hole on the cock head.

“Maybe we should–“

“You’ve had enough time to say ‘no’ if you were going to say ‘no,'” Chandler growled. “You gave it out to the black dude at the motel. You can damn well give it to me.”

Owen gasped and moaned as he descended on the cock into the man’s lap. They held there momentarily.

“I think you know what to do now,” Chandler murmured. Over the past few weeks that he’d been out on his own, Owen indeed had learned what to do at this point. His knees firmly pressed into the base of the plush seat on either side of Chandler’s hips, Owen leaned his torso back, resting his elbows on the top of the front seat backs, and began rising and falling on the man’s cock, fucking himself.

“Yeah, you know what to do,” Chandler said.

He encased the narrow waist of the eighteen-year-old and helped guide him in the fuck. Owen’s eyes focused on the man’s magnificent chest and how the muscles rolled in the cadence of the fuck.

Afterward, they slouched there in the deep seat, side by side, both recovering, while they drank their second beer.

“Why me?” Owen asked. “You came in the grocery store looking for me, not groceries.”

“Why not you?” came back the answer.

“I’m just a little guy. Eighteen. From the streets. You’re a movie star. You can probably have anyone you want.”

“Precisely. I wanted you. You are beautiful. The ginger hair, the green eyes, the perfect little body. You haven’t been on the streets long, have you?”

“Long enough.”

Chandler laughed. “Yes, certainly long enough to learn to do this to earn your keep. But someone must be looking for you.”

“Not now, I’m sure. They don’t even know I’m gone.”

“Surely that isn’t true.”

“It is. Again, why me, though? You came right for me at Trader Joes. You knew I’d been to that motel with a black cop. But why did you come for me? You’re a star. You could have anyone.”

“I wanted you. I have my reasons. You fit the bill, especially now that I know what you’ll give me.”

“What I gave you, do you mean?”

“No, what you’ll give me again now. That beer almost gone? Give me the can.” Owen did so, and the two cans joined the first two outside the back door window of the Bentley. Chandler turned to Owen, embraced him, and took him into a deep lip-lock kiss. His free hand went to Owen’s thighs, moved into the inner part of them, and glided down and up.

“Open your legs to me and roll your hips up. Give me your ass,” he demanded. He was using the tough-guy voice he often used in the movies. It worked with Owen.

With a sigh, Owen spread his legs and lifted his tail for the man. Chandler took Owen’s cock in his hand while they continued kissing and stroked it. Turning both of them, he lay the young man along the seat and moved on top of him. He kissed down Owen’s small body until he reached and swallowed the young man’s cock. After a few minutes, he encircled the youth’s waist with an arm, elevated Owen’s pelvis, and moved his mouth down to tongue Owen’s hole.

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I arrived in the big city for a work trip stiff and bored from the long train ride. It was my first time getting to travel on the company dime, and I was excited to be staying at a hotel on my own, away from my parents who I was still living with.

The food scene in town was diverse and well-reviewed. The hotel promised to be relaxing. And I was planning on catching up with some friends in the evening. An exciting weekend for a 20-year old!

But most of all — more than any of that — I was looking forward to getting fucked.

While I was certain I could find plenty of willing tops on Grindr who’d be willing to meet me at my hotel, there was something else I was eager to try.

The city was home to not one, but two bathhouses.

I had never been to a bathhouse but had read about them online and watched some porn scenes. It was tantalizing. The idea of going somewhere where you could have sex in public with anybody there was so thrilling. Moreover, I hoped that maybe I might be able to fulfill my fantasy of taking more than one cock at a time…

I had arrived in town on a Friday afternoon. My work conference didn’t start until Saturday mid-morning, so I had the evening to myself. After dropping my stuff off at my hotel room, I headed out and checked on Google to see where one of the bathhouses was.

It wasn’t far away, about a 10-minute walk. The weather was nice, so I headed towards it, arriving quickly in the famed Gay Village. It was reassuring to see the pride flags everywhere and watch men walking hand and hand with each other. I checked out many of the guys, enjoying the views.

As I got closer to the bathhouse, my nerves started getting worse. I looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was watching me. My worst fear was that someone from work might spot me. But of course, my fears were unfounded.

The bathhouse entrance was past a restaurant patio in a back alley. Emblazoned above the otherwise discreet door was the name of the establishment. I pulled the door open and walked inside.

The hallway and stairs leading up were dimly lit. I could hear feint club music ahead. And the place smelt like a pool, with heavy chlorine and steam wafting through the vents. As I rounded the corner after the stairs, I came up to the cash register. A bored looking man was sitting behind plexiglass flipping through his phone. Nervously, I paid the admission fee and waited as I was handed a towel and a locker key.

As the door to the facility was buzzed open, I walked in, feeling my heart racing. Inside, the lighting was even dimmer and the smell heavier. I found my locker quickly and deposited my phone, wallet, and shoes. Then, following what I had read online, I stripped naked and put my clothes in the locker as well. I glanced around, hoping that I might have been spotted.

No such luck. The locker room was empty.

I was disappointed. I was proud of my body. At 5’7, 135lbs I had a slender body. My 5.5″ cock was average, but I had worked hard at the gym to tone my bubble butt. As I put my clothes in the locker, I made sure to bend over and show it off, hoping to be noticed.

Unfortunately, I would have to leave the locker room to be noticed. Grabbing my towel, I wrapped it around my waist and headed into the facility.

The bathhouse was a labyrinth of halls and rooms, with three distinct zones. One section was mostly filled with rooms, along with a cozy theatre room and a darker section with a sling mounted to the ceiling. As I glanced at the sling, I felt my little cock harden under my towel. There were men in some of the rooms, but most were lying face down, suggesting that they too were bottoms. There was one man in the theatre room stroking his cock while watching the porn, but I wanted to see everything first before playing.

The second section was darker and a bit more cramped. With two tiers it had a bunch of confessional booths lining the hall where one could slip into and wait for a man on the upper tier to stick his hard dick through one of the many glory holes in each confessional. I had never before sucked someone through the gloryhole, but the idea turned me on.

With my dick already hard from seeing the sling, I slipped into one of the confessionals and waited at the hole that was at my face level. It didn’t take long. I heard steps above me creaking on the wood flooring. Suddenly, a large cock poked through the hole. It was hairy and thick. Cut with a big head and heavy balls. Taking a deep breath, I attacked the cock with my mouth.

Wrapping my lips around it, I started sucking ferociously. It tasted salty, and there was some dried precum on the tip. But it was veiny and throbbed nicely in my mouth. I worked on the cock, sucking it deeply and letting my tongue massage the sensitive glands. I cupped his balls with my hand and massaged them gently, my head sliding up and down on the thick cock.

It was probably the thickest cock I’d ever sucked. Part of me was relieved I wasn’t getting fucked in the ass by this man, because çankaya escort I knew his girth would stretch my little bum hole.

As I kept sucking him, I could hear grunts and moans coming from above me. It was hot not being able to see who I was sucking. It didn’t matter if he was attractive or not, because all I was focused on was this enormous thick cock. It made me hard knowing that, to this man above me, I wasn’t a person, I was just a wet hole, pleasuring his manhood. To him, I only existed for his pleasure.

The thought made me reach down and undo my towel. It fell to the ground and now I was naked in the confessional. With his cock still in my mouth, I reached down and started to play with myself, stroking my cock as I sucked.

His pace started to pick up. Now he was thrusting through the hole, and I could hear heavy breathing. I took it as deep as I could. At one point, as his cock slid back and brushed my throat, I could feel my mouth stuffed with cock. I gagged and spat him out, reaching up quickly to stroke him as I caught my breath.

From above came the barked order, “Put it back in slut.”

I didn’t hesitate, taking him back in my mouth and sucking harder. My tongue was lapping at the underbelly of his cock greedily. My lips gliding up and down. My head nodding with the motion of sucking.

His pace quickened again, and I could tell he was getting close. His cock was stiffening with the tell-tale sign that he was about to ejaculate. I didn’t slow down, sucking him harder and faster.

With a loud moan, his cock exploded in my mouth. Jets of cum shot out into my mouth, filling it up. I held the cum in my mouth, letting the taste of his juices settle on my tongue. He pulled his cock out slowly, twitching slightly.

With a pool of cum on my tongue, I pressed my mouth to the hole and stuck my tongue out, showing it to the stranger out of my line of sight.

I heard a chuckle.

“Good boy. Now swallow it all.”

I did as I was told.

I had now taken my first load in a bathhouse. It wouldn’t be my last.

I waited for a moment as I listened to the man walk away. I didn’t want to leave and run into him, shattering the mystery. Because I had never seen him, I could picture him however I wanted to.

Once a few minutes had passed, I peaked out of the hole to see if there were any other men. There was one other, but he was buried in a hole a few cubicles down, obviously enjoying another slut’s eager mouth. Smiling, I unlatched the door and slipped out into the hall. As I exited this section, I emerged out into the final and third zone.

In the middle of the lockers, in a large glass room, was the water zone. Showers lined the wall when you entered. Up some stairs, there were two jacuzzi tubs, with a steam room and sauna to the left.

I walked over first to the showers. Taking my towel off, I turned on one of the faucets and let the hot water cascade over me. I rinsed my body off, cupping some water to splash over my face. I was certain that some cum had dribbled down my chin.

I walked first into the steam room. It was very hard to see inside. The steam was thick and lightly scented. I walked through, but there were no men in there. Disappointed, I entered the sauna.

Here there was some action. Two men were seated on the higher ledge of the sauna. They were kissing passionately. Beneath them, another man was blowing both of them. He had both of their cocks in his hands and was taking turns putting each of them in his mouth.

It was incredibly hot. I took a seat inside and pushed my towel to the side, letting my hard cock poke out. I rubbed it gently, watching the action.

It was clear that the men were enjoying their blow jobs. Both were incredibly hard and were kissing each other very passionately. But I got the impression they weren’t enjoying themselves as much as the man on his knees between them.

He was clearly relishing his chance to service two men at a time. He was drooling over the two cocks he was worshipping.

I desperately wanted to get up and take one of the cocks in my own mouth, but I thought it would be rude to interrupt this man while he was clearly in heaven. I watched for a few more minutes, slowly jerking my own cock, before getting up to check out the hot tubs.

As I walked towards the jacuzzies, I could see that only one was occupied. A handsome Italian man was seated in the tub, his arms outstretched on the ledge behind him. He was probably in his late 30s, early 40s. His blonde hair looked sexy even dampened by the moisture in the room. He was a chiseled jaw, big shoulders, and a mischievous smile.

I undid my towel and draped it over the railing. Summoning my most seductive walk, I sauntered into the tub and walked over to sit across from him.

He smiled at me and said “hello”. I nodded and sat down, closing my eyes momentarily as I enjoyed the jets pounding against my stiff back. When I opened my eyes, I sized up my man again. cebeci escort He was definitely handsome. While I couldn’t see his torso, it was clear that his arms were well-built and his face had nice angles. Moreover, his smile suggested to me that he wanted to get up to some very naughty things. That turned me on more than any of his other features.

I decided to make the first move.

Perched on the ledge of the tub facing him, I extended my leg and let my foot brush against his. When I left it there, touching his, he didn’t move. A good sign.

I rubbed his foot gently with mine, playing footsies under the water.

His smile widened and he nodded his head to the empty space beside him, beckoning me over.

I swam across the tub and took a seat beside him, my body pressed against his. Without any more words, I leaned in and kissed him.

We didn’t waste any time with soft, gentle kisses. His tongue and mine wrapped themselves around each other as we started making out. Reaching over, I let my hand slide down his chest. I could feel firm muscles underneath. He obviously took care of himself. Then, I let my hand slide down to his crotch.

He was very hard under the water. His cock was long and stiff, with tight balls. I started to stroke it beneath the water as we kissed. He returned the favour, reaching over to grab my own cock and tug it. We kissed like this for some time, before I couldn’t take it anymore. Sliding over, I mounted him, straddling him in his lap in the water. I could feel his hard cock fit perfectly in between my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck and resumed our kiss.

The stranger’s hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it and massaging it. He pulled the cheeks apart and moved my ass along his hard cock. I reached down and rubbed his cock, pushing it against my ass as I gyrated my hips.

“Fuck, you are so hot,” the man said, breaking our kiss and looking at me.

“So are you,” I replied, as his hands explored my body.

“You have such a perfect body. I love having you straddling me like this. I think the other men are jealous,” he said, gesturing behind me.

I turned my head around and sure enough, two men were watching us, there cocks obviously erect. Both were slightly overweight, so I didn’t really want them joining us. But I didn’t mind them watching.

“Good thing I’m all yours for now,” I replied, kissing him again.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Evan. And you?”

“Sergio,” he replied.

He smiled at me again and we kissed some more, his hard cock throbbing against my hole.

I slid down his knees a little bit so that our hard cocks were touching. Rubbing myself against him, I reveled in the feeling of his erection pressed on mine. I reached down, taking both cocks in my hand, and frotted them against each other.

Sergio moaned in pleasure.

“Why don’t you sit up on the ledge for a second and let me take a closer look?” I suggested, whispering in his ear.

He smiled and pulled himself backwards onto the ledge. As he came out of the water, I could now see his chest and body, as well as his cock. I wasn’t disappointed.

As I had thought, he was toned. His blonde hair was fine on his chest, making his body mostly smooth. His cock was gorgeous. Probably about 7″ and just the right girth. He was cut and his pubic hair was trimmed back very short, making his cock stand out proudly.

I stroked it for him, watching his face as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

Then I leaned down and took him in my mouth — my second cock of the evening. His hand reached down and he ran his fingers through my hair tenderly as I sucked him.

“Ya, good boy. Oh fuck you are so hot, Evan,” he moaned.

I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, licking him all over. My own cock was almost certainly leaking precum under the water. After I sucked him for a few minutes, he reached down and nudged my chin, bringing me up to him to kiss him. My body emerged from the hot water as I stood up. It was refreshing to feel the slightly cooler air on my skin above water. My heart was pounding with excitement and from the heat. We kissed lovingly and then Sergio took my hand.

“Let’s go find somewhere to keep playing,” he said, leading me out of the tub.

We grabbed our towels and went back out to the showers. We showered together, with me washing his body and him returning the favour. He held me from behind as he lathered my chest and belly with soap. I felt so sexy wrapped in his arms, my ass pressed against his hardness.

Drying each other off, Sergio led me down the hall into the first section. We emerged into the theatre room. A few other guys were now jacking off to the porn, but we found ourselves a corner and settled in. I straddled Sergio again, and we resumed making out. His hands rubbed my body all over, holding me firmly against him. I was so erect as he held me, feeling our lips connected.

Every once and awhile he would break çukurambar escort our kiss and whisper things in my ear.

“You are so gorgeous, I’m the luckiest guy here right now,” he would say.

I blushed at every compliment, loving the feeling. I was proud that this man had chosen me out of all the others at the bathhouse. I wanted to pleasure him and give him everything he wanted.

Suddenly, Sergio started to stand up, lifting me up with him.

With a grunt, he turned us around and laid me back against the cushioned bench. He knelt down in front of me. He leaned in and took my cock in his mouth.

As he started to suck me, I writhed with pleasure. I hadn’t really gotten many blow jobs since I had started hooking up with men. I preferred to be the submissive partner and got hard by having a nice cock in my mouth, not the other way around. But Sergio was being so loving and treating me so nice. I relaxed and let the feelings wash over me. I moaned like a girl as he sucked me.

It wasn’t too long before he licked one of his fingers and started wiggling it into my ass.

That felt amazing.

As he started to finger my tight hole, he kept sucking me. I moaned and writhed around in pleasure. I could feel him loosening my hole as my ass welcomed him inside.

“Oh god, that feels amazing,” I moaned.

“Ya baby, it feels good?” he asked.

“Sooooo good! Sergio, are you going to fuck me?”

“Yes beautiful, if you want me to,” he answered.

“Yes please!!” I begged.

“Mmmm, good boy.”

Sergio stood up, his cock fully erect. He reached over to a container on the wall to grab a condom.

I had fully intended to only play safe while here, but suddenly I could feel myself letting caution go to the wind.

“No, I want to feel you inside of me,” I said, imploringly.

Sergio smiled and put the condom back.

As he came back towards me, I glanced at the room behind the tv screens. That was where the sling was.

I stood up and this time, I took Sergio by the hand and led him towards the room.

The sling room was dark, with metal bars on each side. The sling was made of leather and held up by chains. There were two leather stirrups for the bottom to rest his legs, letting the top have easy access to their hole.

“Oh my, someone wants to be a little whore?” Sergio said, seeing where I had brought us.

“I want you to fuck me hard here, for all to see,” I replied, sitting down in the sling and wiggling back, “But you are the only one allowed to fuck me. I’m trusting you to protect me.”

“Of course,’ he replied, helping me get into the stirrups.

My feet were now raised into the air. I was naked, my ass out. I gripped the cold chains holding me up and looked around. The lighting was dim, the caged walls ominous. In front of me stood this stud, ready to take me. My cock was so hard as I realized just how submissive I was to this man. And just how vulnerable I was.

Sergio squirted some lube he had brought onto his fingers and slowly inserted them back into my waiting ass. They slid in easier after how he had already loosened me up. Moreover, my position made it easy for things to slide in.

He then started to rub the lube all over his hard cock. I knew I was about to get fucked and I was so excited. My cock dribbled precum on my belly as I lay there, totally at Sergio’s mercy.

He moved forward, and I felt the tip of his cock press against my tight hole, skin to skin. He reached up and grabbed my ankles in the stirrups, bracing himself.

“Are you ready cutie? I’m gonna fuck you now,” he said as he started pushing in.

His cock slid inside of me with little resistance. I was so horny for him in that moment, I wanted to reach out and pull him inside of me with all of my might, feel him buried inside my boi pussy.

I felt so wonderfully full with his erect member in my tight ass. He filled up every crevice. His hardness pushed against my sensitive prostate. My own cock throbbed with pleasure as I adjusted to having him inside of me.

“Oh god yes!” I moaned loudly, “Fuck me Daddy…make me yours!”

Sergio didn’t hesitate to oblige. He slid his cock back out, and then rammed it in again. As he started to build a rhythm, I moaned louder.

It felt amazing, being fucked in the sling. Every thrust went deep. His cock fit in so perfectly, and the angle of my ass let his cock have an unobstructed access to my loins.

Clearly, Sergio was loving my ass. His face was a portrait of ecstasy as he pounded his bathhouse boy.

“Fuck ya, Evan. Take that cock. Oh fuck, you are such a beautiful little slut. Fuck ya, take it!” he moaned and grunted as he fucked my brains out.

My head was turning from side to side as I moaned out in pleasure. Suddenly, I caught sight of movement to my right. I focused in for a moment and saw that there were two men on the other side of the cage walls. They were watching us while jerking their cocks. I could see their hard erections being stroked. I glanced to the other side, and sure enough there was a man there as well, watching the show.

The sight of these men watching me being taken by this man drove me crazy. I loved the idea of being an object of desire. Clearly, these men all wished that they were Sergio, getting to pound the shit out of me. I decided to make it even more of a show.

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