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Chapter 7 — Major Life Events

Tyler was busy finishing his dissertation so he could file it with his department to get set up for graduation. Once it’s accepted, then he will be defending it. Tyler didn’t know what to do for Shawn during this time. At least Mike, Laura, and Rose came around, their relationship wasn’t like it used to be, but it was coming back.

Tyler had been staying late at the university, confirming everything was in order on his dissertation. His defense date was set. His advisor told him to stop going over it. He knew everything and would be fine. Take a break between now and the defense.

On the day of the defense, Tyler was nervous. Shawn told him he would be there for him even though he was at work. He would take his lunch at that time and come. Tyler sat in the auditorium, waiting for his turn to come. There were quite a few people from the university there. Even Dawn was in the audience. When it came Tyler’s turn, he stood up and walked over to be in front of the committee.

Shawn was not in the audience when he looked around before he started. He explained his research and what he did with it. The committee asked questions that seemed to be the standard bunch of questions they ask everyone. When he finished, he hoped that Shawn had slipped in, but he scanned the room again, and still no Shawn. He was the last defense of the day, so he talked with Dawn and asked her if she had heard from Shawn, and she hadn’t. They still weren’t talking, but he hoped he would have called someone to tell them he would be late. When Dawn and Tyler stepped into the hallway, they found out where Shawn was.

On the TV in the hallway, there was a crowd around it. The headline read an officer shot, and the suspects are in custody. Before Tyler and Dawn could wonder what officer it was, there stood two police officers being pointed in their direction. “Tyler Stevens? Dawn Mason?”

“Yes.” Both Dawn and Tyler said at the same time.

“We need you two to come with us.”

“What’s going on?” Dawn asked.

“Mrs., we were asked to pick up Mr. Stevens and you.”

“And take us where?” Tyler asked.

“To the hospital, Sir.” The officer didn’t want to tell that piece of information just yet.

“Shawn was the….”

“Yes, Sir, if we could take you there, please.”

They went willingly as soon as they heard that Shawn was shot. When they were in the patrol car, they started asking questions, and both officers just stated that they didn’t know the full details. They could tell them that he was shot and is in surgery. They have already picked up or contacted Shawn’s father, who asked for them to be picked up.

When they arrived at the hospital, Dean was waiting for them at the ambulance entrance with another cop. Tyler recognized him as the guy from Shawn’s house, Jack. Tyler didn’t even look at Dean. He spoke right to Jack. “Jack, what happened, and where is he?”

“Tyler, he pulled over the wrong people, called it in, and another unit was on their way because it’s protocol. He approached them to ask for their information, and they shot him.”

“But he wears a vest.”

“Yeah, we all do. But just because we are, doesn’t mean the person can’t shoot you somewhere else.” Tyler was immediately thinking about the head, and Jack realized it as soon as he said that. “No, Tyler, he wasn’t shot in the head. The vest protects our chest and heart. But most criminals know this and try to shoot somewhere else.”

They were walking at this point towards the surgical waiting room. “Okay, so where?” Tyler wasn’t expecting what he saw when he walked in. There were so many police officers sitting or standing talking to one another. “Oh, my God.”

“We are a family. When one of us goes down, we all come together.”

Tyler saw all the guys at Shawn’s house that morning: Charlie, Jeff, and Gary. There were a few more that he forgot their names. There were so many people, and Mike, Laura, and Rose came over to be with Dawn, Dean, and Tyler.

“I will leave you for a bit. I’m going to see if there’s an update,” Jack stated as he was about to walk away.

“Jack, where was he shot?” Tyler asked, and all the officers looked at him.

“A few places.” Jack looked at him. “They shot him first in the vest. At least we think it was first.”

“A few? And they?” Tyler couldn’t fathom that anyone would want to shoot a cop, he knows it happens, but he never thought it would happen this close to home.

“Yes, two gunmen in the car. They were ready for Shawn when he walked up to the car. I don’t think the driver was prepared to have his eardrum blown, and that is the only reason we caught them.” Jack responded. “They shot him 4 times, shoulder, dead center in the vest and the leg.”

“The video from his unit shows that Shawn drew his weapon after being shot in the leg and chest. He had backed away. The second gunman had gotten out of the car. Shot a second time at the chest, which caused him to go down. The gunman rounded the car and fired the final batıkent escort shot in the shoulder. Shawn didn’t have a chance, not even to retreat.” Charlie added.

“Did Shawn fire at all?” Dawn asked.

“Yes, he got a round-off, but he had been thrown off balance. We train for this but don’t shoot one another to know what it feels like to get shot.” Jeff answered.

“What do you mean?” Tyler asked.

“Tyler, as much as you train for a possible gunman situation, you are never ready for it. I’m sure Shawn was in survival mode and would do anything to stay alive. Getting hit with a bullet point-blank in the vest once is a blow. He was shot in the vest and leg at about the same time. Then he tried to retreat and pull his gun, he shot at the second gunman and caught him in the shoulder too, but the gunman was already aiming for his vest again. When it hit, a second blow to his vest probably took the wind from him, as did the first time, but as I said, he was in survival mode after the first shots.” Charlie continued. “The second blow to the vest took him down, we could see that in the video, and the last shot guaranteed he stayed down.”

“We caught up with the gunmen just a few blocks away. The second unit was pulling up as Shawn went down, and they drew their guns, but they had jumped back in their car and sped off.”

“They left him on the street?” Gary knew exactly what Tyler meant.

“My partner got out as I went after the gunmen,” Gary responded.

Jack had walked away during this conversation to check Shawn’s status. When he walked back, he brought a doctor with him. “Mr. Michaels?” The doctor asked.

“It’s actually Taylor, Michael Taylor.” Shawn’s father spoke up.

“Mr. Taylor, Shawn is out of surgery. He did lose a lot of blood at the scene, thank the young man that put pressure on Shawn’s leg. He saved his life.” The doctor was talking about Gary’s partner. “We were able to repair the damage to his artery. The shoulder wound did shatter his collarbone, which the orthopedic surgeon could pin back together and place a rod. The rod will have to be removed at a later time.”

“Can I see him?” Tyler asked.

“Yes, you can, but there is a problem. We can’t wake him.”

“What do you mean you can’t wake him?” All of Shawn’s family said in unison.

“When Officer Michaels came in, he was passed out from the blood loss. The paramedics couldn’t wake him even then. We had to take him into surgery, repair what we could, and get blood into him. Because he had no records on file of possible allergies, we didn’t know that he was sensitive to anesthesia and had a heart attack while under.” Tears were coming down Tyler’s cheeks. He couldn’t lose Shawn. “We revived him and tried to reverse the anesthesia, but he has been unresponsive.”

“Will he wake?” Mike asked.

“We are sure he will, but we just don’t know when.” The doctor responded. “All we can do is wait.”

“I want to see him. I need to see him,” Tyler responded.

“That is fine, but we asked only two to three at a time. We have him in an Intensive Care Unit, but because of your numbers, we have him nearer to the waiting room on that floor.”

The doctor led them to the 3rd floor, and Tyler, Mike, and Dawn went in first. They saw that he was hooked up on IVs and a catheter. Shawn was hooked up to many devices, and wires came from everywhere. Tyler gasped, walked straight over to the bed, and grabbed Shawn’s hand, squeezing it and not getting a response back.

The doctor spoke more, but Tyler didn’t hear anything. He was focused on Shawn and scared that he would lose him. The doctor excused himself, and Mike patted Tyler on his shoulder, telling him that everything would be fine. Tyler refused to leave when each new person would come in.

It was a few days before they downgraded Shawn to a regular room. He still wasn’t awake, but he was in stable condition, and they couldn’t hold up an ICU bed with him. Tyler’s mom and dad came into town, Tom and Jean. So, there was someone with Tyler at all times. Tyler didn’t go to work, and the university was okay with him missing. They understood.

After the fourth day, Dawn went to the bank and retrieved Shawn’s legal papers. She knew if they had to decide to move Shawn. The doctors need to know his medical advocate and see the paperwork. She grabbed the entire folder because she didn’t want to be gone for too long.

When she returned, she sat in the room with everyone and opened the file to read it. After a few minutes of reading, she spoke loudly, “I can’t believe it?” Dawn was looking at the papers in her hand. Dean and everyone looked over at her, except Tyler. Tyler’s parents were looking between Dawn and Tyler. Tyler was barely registering that anyone was talking. He was holding Shawn’s hand and just wishing he would wake up.

“What?” Mike asked since no one else was going to.

Dawn smiled at her dad, “Shawn is a sneaky little bastard.” That got Tyler’s attention, beşevler escort and he looked over, and Dawn smiled at Tyler. “I don’t know if he wanted you to know this or not, but you get everything.”

“What do you mean, I get everything?”

“Tyler, he changed everything when he asked you to marry him. Everything has changed his will, his beneficiaries on all his accounts. I’m amazed that I still have access to the safe deposit box, but he probably didn’t think that far to change that over and teach you how to start paying his bills, if….” She stopped because she could see that Tyler was starting to tear up. “Tyler.”

“I don’t want any of it. I just want him. I want him to wake up.” Tyler dropped his head on Shawn’s hand and silently cried.

“Son, he will wake up. He just needs time to recover.” Tom, Tyler’s dad, spoke up.

“It’s almost been a week?”

“They said it may take time. Remember, it sometimes takes time for the brain to let the person wake up. He still may be protecting him from the pain.” Tom stated.

“But they are giving him pain meds for the pain,” Tyler responded.

“Yes, they manage what they think he is experiencing, but they don’t want to overdo it. They don’t want to give him too much to keep him from waking, so they wait until he wakes.”

Tyler squeezed Shawn’s hand. He hoped that Shawn would squeeze back, but nothing. Tyler looked back at Shawn’s face, still looking so peaceful.

Tyler’s father looked up at the monitors. His blood pressure and heart rate were regular. He was waiting to see a spike, and when he noticed a change, there might be a possibility of Shawn waking up.

Tyler rarely left Shawn’s side, so Mike would stay with him when everyone went down to the cafeteria. He laid his head down on Shawn’s bed and fell asleep. Mike knew he was tired. He smiled, looked down at the book in his hand, and started to read. When Mike saw a little movement, he looked up and was surprised to see Shawn was awake and caressing Tyler’s face while he was sleeping.

Mike stood up and walked over to the bedside. “You’re awake?” He knew that was the most obvious question. Shawn looked up at him and nodded, “Son, it’s okay. I’m sure your voice is rough.” Mike smiled at Shawn. Shawn shook his head and looked down at Tyler. Mike realized he didn’t want to wake him. “He’ll want to know you’re awake. You’ve been asleep for a week.” Shawn’s eyes widened, “Do you remember getting shot?” Shawn nodded his head. Of course, he remembers.

Mike rubbed Tyler’s back and woke him, “What is it? Does someone need something?” Tyler didn’t even raise his head. He was so tired that he didn’t even realize the extra hand on his head. The nurse also walked in and almost spoke up in shock, and Mike held up his hand to stop her.

“Tyler, sit up.”

Tyler squeezed Shawn’s hand, still wasn’t expecting any response, and when he got a squeeze back, Tyler’s head snapped up, and he looked at Shawn. “When?” Tyler jumped to his feet and hugged Shawn, not thinking.

“Ow!” Shawn said softly. Mike and the nurse walked out of the room. The nurse informed Mike she would come back in a few, but she would let the doctor know that Shawn was awake.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” Tyler said, and he released him, but Shawn didn’t let Tyler go. “I love you.”

Shawn cleared his throat, but it was gravelly, “I love you too, and I’m sorry, Babe.”

“For what, Honey? You came back to me.” Tyler hugged Shawn and started to cry.

Out in the hall, everyone was coming back from the cafeteria and wondering why Mike was standing there. “Are they doing testing or something?” Dawn asked as they all walked up.

“No,” Mike said with a smile. “But please stay out here for a bit.”

“Why?” Dawn asked.

“He’s awake?” Dean asked and went to go in, and Mike stopped him.

“Please, Dean, let them have a few minutes together.”

Tyler was so happy to have Shawn awake. The doctor was called in, and when he arrived, all the family wanted to go into the room. Shawn saw their faces and could tell they were all worried. The doctor did routine tests on him and afterward said he was okay. He only spent another two days in the hospital before he was released. Tyler didn’t want to return to work but knew he had to. His parents did stay to watch after Shawn.

When the weekend came, Tom and Jean went home, so they could have some private time together. A lot of officers came over during the week, and Jack asked Shawn if he would like to keep everyone away for the day, and he agreed.

When they woke on Saturday, the first day, that they were alone. Tyler didn’t want to get out of bed. He wanted to stay cuddled up on Shawn’s side. “I love you, Tyler.” Shawn held him close. “Babe, I’m sorry.”

“You have told me that several times. It is okay. I have you back, and I’m not going to let you go.”

“I know, Babe, but it scared you. I know you will hate it when I return to work.”

“You’re going büyükesat escort back?” Tyler was surprised by this.

“Honey, I can’t quit because I was hurt. I love my job. I understand it’ll take some time before I can return to active duty, but I’ll go back.”

Tyler didn’t know how he would handle this. He was scared for Shawn. He was never scared before when Shawn went to work, but now he was fearful. They spent a while that day in bed, Tyler wanted to stay cuddled up to Shawn, and Shawn didn’t mind. He missed it. With Tyler’s parents there, Tyler would get up and spend time with them before he went to work. So Shawn would also get up and sit in the living room.

After two weeks off, Shawn returned to work and was assigned to the registration desk until he was healed. Which would be a while because he still needed to have the rod removed. So the total recovery time would be eight months before he was allowed to be in a patrol unit again.

During the first week, that Shawn was back at work. Tyler sat in his office and had to decide whether to start filling out job applications or not. He can’t stay in the position he’s in forever. He just finished his degree. He wants to become a professor.

On his lunch, he went to Dawn’s office and knocked on her door. “Tyler, can I help you? You look perplexed.”

“Dawn, I don’t know what to do. I need your advice.”

“What about?” Dawn asked.

“How do I talk to Shawn about applying for jobs?” Tyler stated. “I know I need to start, but what if it’s not here?”

“Tyler, you need to sit him down and talk with him. Where are you thinking about applying?”

“Well, for starters, I would love to stay and work alongside Professor Unger,” Tyler stated that would be a dream. “But I know I can’t rule out applying elsewhere.”

Tyler decided that he would talk with Shawn that weekend after he researched where there were job openings. He was amazed when he looked at his university that they were looking for a professor for history. He could start with that position, and maybe he would soon be able to teach the history courses that he was most interested in. But how would he know if he didn’t apply? That was the first application with a resume that he put in.

By the time the weekend had arrived, Tyler had found a few positions at universities that fit what he was looking for. A good history department with classics, all history that will deal with the civil war and other areas of history but not always ancient. Now getting up his nerve to talk to Shawn.

Shawn had been lying on the couch while Tyler was on the loveseat on his computer. All the time, unbeknownst to Tyler, Shawn had been watching him. Shawn had seen the stress in his facial expressions every time he would click from one page to the next on his computer. Finally, it was Shawn that asked.

“Babe, what is bugging you?”

Tyler slowly lowered the screen and closed the laptop. “I’m nervous.”

“I can see that. What’s going on.”

“Well.” Tyler took a deep breath, held it, and didn’t blow it out. He decided to speak really fast. “I’m nervous because I applied for some teaching jobs, and not all are in this state. And I don’t want to lose you, Babe.”

Shawn smiled as he sat up, still with a wince of pain, which he never showed at work. He got up and sat on the coffee table in front of Tyler, taking the laptop from his lap. He took Tyler’s hands in his, and after sitting them on his lap, Shawn began. “I love you. I told you a while ago that you’d have a problem keeping me from worshiping the ground you walk on. I’ll go wherever you end up. Even if you change jobs after a year or two. I’ll move for you. You’re my life, Tyler Benjamin Stevens.”

Tyler was smiling from ear to ear. “Really?”

“Yes.” Shawn nodded his head. “Really.”

Over the next few weeks, Shawn could tell that Tyler was at his wit’s end because he was hearing nothing back from any of the applications. Shawn decided to try to take his mind off of everything. When Tyler came in from work, Shawn had food on the grill and everything they needed to have a nice dinner in the backyard.

Tyler walked out into the back after finding that Shawn wasn’t in the house. “There you are, and you have dinner almost ready.”

“Is it a problem?” Shawn was hoping he didn’t have other plans.

“Nope.” Tyler smiled. “I was just thinking about taking you off to the bedroom.” He had a mischievous smile on his face. “I know I’ve been a pain to live with lately.”

Shawn looked at the grill and at Tyler, then back at the grill. “Well, as much as I would love sex right now.” Shawn laughed, and so did Tyler.

“I can see that you planned a nice night too. Babe, I love you.”

Shawn walked away from the grill and hugged Tyler. “I love you too. So, what’s got you in such a good mood? Because it’s definitely not me.”

“How long until dinner?”

“Just a few minutes, I was about to pull the steaks off.”

“Let me go and change. I’ll be right back out.” Tyler ran in, took his work clothes off, and put jeans and a t-shirt on, slipping into shoes just as he walked back out into the backyard.

Tyler was impressed at what Shawn had done, grilled steak and sliced up potatoes with different vegetables. Then he could see a container with some sort of dessert in it. “So, what is the special occasion?”

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It’s been a month since my dad caught me and my friend having sex and then used my mouth. Since that night he has fucked my mouth twice. Once he called me into the bathroom and when I walked in he was in the tub and his boner was poking up out of the water.

The other time we were watching football and he whipped out his cock and told me to suck it. I got such a rush servicing him while he focused on the game and yelled at the tv now and then. I loved sucking my father off but I really wanted to take it further. I didn’t want to say anything cause he never mentioned it, so instead I made a plan.

I started to wear more revealing clothes like tight jeans, short shorts, crop tops, etc. I also bought a new dildo to stretch my hole and “accidentally” leave it suction cupped to the shower wall for dad to find. Every time dad was around I found any excuse to show off my ass.

As time went on I began to think my efforts were a fail. Maybe dad didn’t want to fuck me? Maybe he was regretting what we were doing? That all changed though when dad text me that he was going to the bar after work and to not wait for him.

It was really late and dad still wasn’t home so i decided to just go to bed. Not too long after I got to sleep, I woke up to dad climbing into my bed. “Dad?” I said sleepily as I tried to get my eyes to adjust to the dark.

“Shh, it’s okay son,” he said while resting his hand on my side. “I know you’ve been hanging your ass out to try to bait me.” I could smell the alcohol on him.

“I love blowing you dad, but I want to take things further.”

“I do too, boy. I just have been feeling bad about how rough I’ve been with you.” he says while slurring his words.

“You don’t need to feel bad, dad. Every thing we’ve done I have enjoyed,” I say before I move his hand on my butt and pull us closer, “and I would love to do more.” I grind my body against his to rub our bulges together.

“Only if you’re 100% sure, son” he says softly.

“I am, daddy” I whisper as I begin to makeout with him. Our tongues tie as he humps my thigh. I can feel him pulling down my underwear as he gropes my cheeks. He stops kissing me so he can shove his fingers in my mouth. Once he thinks they are wet enough, he moves them down to my hole and slowly prys it open with one of his thick digits.

“Daddy needs a better look,” he says as he kneels above and flips me onto my back. He lifts ankara yabancı escort my ass into the air and slowly fucks me with his one finger. I begin to moan out loud as he moves his finger in and out faster. He adds another to stretch my hole out more. I was drooling by the time I realized that he had four fingers in me up to the knuckles.

“Last time, son. Are you sure about this? Cause once I start fucking this pretty hole of yours, I ain’t stopping till I’ve destroyed it,” dad tries to warn me.

“Yes! Please dad, this is what I’ve been dreaming about. I want to be used as your fuck toy!”

“Then take it, fag,” he says while pushing his thick tip into my hole. He must have brought lube with him and applied it without me noticing. His head makes its way in my ass inflicting a moanish whine out of me. He doesn’t stop at the head though, he continues slowly pushing his length in.

“Mmm daddy, it’s so big!!”

“I know son, but you are doing great,” he tells me. He reverses and starts to pull out before going back in deeper. “Daddy is going to stretch your pussy out, so you’ll never enjoy getting fucked by your friend, or anyone but me, again.”

He’s right, I will always be comparing every dick I see to my father’s huge beast. It has such an amazing girth and it’s so long even though I know it’s only halfway in me. I can’t explain the feeling of euphoria of having my own dad’s big cock sinking into my hole.

“1..” he says as he pulls almost fully out. “2…” I hear before he moves back in quickly. “…3” he yells when he slams the rest of his pipe in me causing me to scream in some pain, but mostly pleasure. “Ugh, balls deep in my son’s tight ass!”

“Uh, of fuck dad… mmm.. you’re so big,” I cry out trying to adjust to his wonderful size. He leans over me and bites my ear while rubbing my ass.

“I hope you like it cause now comes the fun part,” he whispers in my ear before going to town pumping my ass. He gave me time to accommodate his full length, but that was the most I was gonna get. I was moaning and screaming as his dick pummeled in and out of my guts. I was feeling so much pain, but even more pleasure and loving every second. The more I enjoyed it, the more my hole opened up to receive my father’s staff.

“Fuuck yes, boy! Open that hole, let it bloom open for me!”

“Mmm… unh, please bahçelievler escort don’t stop daddy! Fuck my fag pussy!”

I was loving this so much, both my mouth and clit were getting drool all over my bed. Dad was pounding me like a wild animal in heat. There was so much noise with our bodies smacking together, our loud moans of pure ecstasy, and daddy slapping my ass until it was red.

I softly asked, “Can… can I ride you?”

“Absolutely,” dad said enthusiastically. He pulled out of me and flopped down on the bed. It was dark but the moon was shining into my room enough to give me a gorgeous view of my naked father. He looked like a god with his muscles that have a layer of hair. His cock was throbbing but it layed on his stomach due to it’s large size and heaviness.

I climbed on top, facing him, and started grinding my ass and balls on his member. I loved watching his face as it contorted with pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, my ass was itching to have him back inside. Finally, I lifted myself up and grabbed his hard appendage to aim it at my hole. In that moment I had a brilliant idea, one that might cause me immense pain but would catch him off guard. Once his tip was lined up with my entrance, I slammed my body down and took his full length in one motion.

“Aah fuck!” we both shouted. He raised his top half off of the bed as he maded an O shape with his mouth. I wasted no time bouncing up and down on my dad’s lap causing that wonderful dick to pummel my insides.

“Fuck fuck ride it son! Ooh, no one has ever taken my dick this good!”

Hearing that gave me so much pride. I wanted dad to enjoy this and have no regrets afterward. There’s nothing I want more than to please him and service his massive cock. I began to rotate my hips and rock back and forth on him. I want this to be the best ride of his life to show him what his fag son can do. All of a sudden he grabbed my thighs and lifted me to squat above him. He locked his fingers behind my head and started drilling into me fast and hard. I hovered above him to allow him to thrust in me while I begged and moaned.

He pulled a wrestling move and flipped me onto my back while he was on top. We locked eyes as he grabbed me by the throat, not choking me just holding his hand there. Some how I knew to open my mouth and he spit into it. “Use me balgat escort like I’m just a hole, daddy,” I begged him. He kept his hand on my neck as his cock sinked back in. He spit again but this time it landed on my cheek and began his attack on my ass.

“Mmh… this pussy is so good, baby. I might have to share it with some friends from work. Would you like that, son? Daddy, slutting you out like a whore?”

“I would love that, daddy! Unhh.. fuck my hole,” I whined out. He flipped me back onto my stomach.

“You like that boy?! You like getting banged by the cock that made you, like a little slut?!”

“Yessss,” I moaned out with my face smashed in the blanket. He was beating my prostate with every slam. I felt a strong tingling in my crotch and it grew with every thrust from my father. It reached a life shattering point until I felt a beautiful release.

I came to when i heard my dad say with a tone of surprise, “What the hell?” I got scared cause I thought the realease I experienced was me pissing myself. “Your hole just spasmed. Did you cum from just being fucked?”

“I think so,” I replied back shyly.

With his big muscles, he flipped me onto my back to examine my “clit” and the cum on my stomach. I looked at his face to see joy and pride before he locked eyes with me.

“You are officially mine,” he declared before bending down to stick his tongue in my mouth. He pushed my legs over my head to lift my ass for better access. My hole was once again filled with his thick cock. I was melting away as my dad made out with me while simultaneously plowing my aching pussy.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. “You are my lover, now. You are my fuck toy. After I breed your boy pussy, you will be my faggot cumdump just like you wanted.”

I was on cloud nine hearing those words while feeling his big dick thrust deep into me. I could tell he was close to cumming by how much he was panting and his sweat dripping on my body. I wanted my father in every way. I wanted to be his for him to use and abuse. I wanted to be his toy. I love my dad and I wanted to become his wife. In this moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to breed me deep and fill my pussy with his seed.

His trusts quickened until he was plowing me like a gorilla. “Oh my… fuck fuck fuck.. I’m going to… fill… your hole,” he panted, “Take it, son! Take your father’s load deep in your cunt! UH UGH!!” He slammed his cock as far as it would go before it spasmed and emptied his sperm inside me.

He kissed me one last time before pulling out of me. I could feel his warm cum leaking out as he got up and said, “That was great, good night son.” The last thing I heard was my door shutting before I passed out and had the best sleep of my life.

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Just a nice short story.

When I turned 60, I found a desire to reopen my sexual experiences again. I am not new to varieties of sex; it had just been a long time since I had variety. One weekend I decided to get a motel room in the town of Port Allen next an adult video store that has video booths and see what could happen.

I went into the video room and found it to be a little dark at first so I just stood there waiting for my eyes to get adjusted. The room has 4 private booths and a main room that showed 3 different movies at one time. There were 4 men in the main room watching videos. The main screen had a male sex movie on and one had a threesome movie and the third one had an interracial sex movie on, so I stood there and watched for a while. Damn I liked seeing nice big cocks.

Two of the guys watching had their cocks out and were stroking them and the other two guys walked out of the main room and into the walkway just outside the main room.

I had to admit, the videos were turning me on so I sat down on a small bench and enjoyed the action.

After a little while I got up and when I got in the walkway one guy was sucking the other guy’s cock. I just stopped and watched him sucking that cock and pinching the nipples of the other guy.

I had a massive hard on now so I figured it would be okay to just masturbate right there while watching Ankara escort live sex.

I heard the man getting his cock sucked grunt and told the other he was about to cum. I watched intensely as the man just sucked his cock with more determination and just about blew my load when he just swallowed that cock as it was shooting a load of cum down his throat.

By this time another man had walked in the video room and pulled out a very nice sized cock and was stroking it.

I couldn’t stop myself, I went down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth and sucked it down further and further until I could take all of it. I heard him grunt and felt his cock get harder, I knew he was about to shoot a load of cum in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if I could do it when all of sudden, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock all the way to his balls down my throat and shot load after load of cum down my throat. I kept sucking him until he finally pulled away and thanked me as he left.

I was hooked at that point. It felt good and now I was getting my cock sucked by the first guy I had seen sucking off the other guy. I felt my orgasm about to happen and just let it build up until I couldn’t hold back any more. I shot load after load down his mouth and he gagged a little but never stopped.

It was amazing.

I stayed longer and ankara olgun escort around 9 pm three other men had come in and was checking out the people there. I noticed a nice-looking guy watching me so I stepped back in the walkway and he followed me. He got in front of me and started massaging my crotch so I did the same for him. Damn his cock felt soft. It had to have been about 7″ long and thick enough I could barely touch my fingers while gripping around it. It had a nice mushroomed head on it that felt good slipping in and out of my fingers. I could tell he was enjoying my cock also. It is about the same length but not as big a head on it. We both let or pants drop and he raised my shirt and started sucking my nipples while he rubbed my cock. I was so turned on I let him come up and start kissing me. He was a good kisser so I let him continue.

As he was kissing me, he reached around and started touching my ass then worked a finger inside my anus. I let him do it and then he stopped kissing me, turned me around and put some lubricant on his fingers, as he was kissing my neck and ear, he worked my anus until he could finger fuck my ass with two fingers. I had bent over against the wall to give him an unobtrusive entry point so he could work my ass. He removed his fingers, added a little more lubricant ankara ucuz escort and used his fingers to work my ass one more time.

Then I felt it, as he removed his fingers, he pushed his cock just inside my anus and pushed slower and firm and entered my ass fully and stopped. I knew he could feel my tight ass muscles working to accept this intrusion and when it stopped, he slowly started fucking my ass. As my ass loosened it felt better and better and he was pounding my ass harder and harder. I was able to turn my head enough for him to kiss me again while he was fucking me.

As we were engaged with each other, another guy knelt in front of me and started sucking my cock. I couldn’t believe how good it was and how much I wanted it. I fucked back harder and grabbed the guy’s head that was sucking me and just let sexual desire just take over me.

I felt the cock in my ass harden and then I could feel a blast a load of cum deep in my ass, and finally I felt his cock slide out. As soon as he finished another guy got behind me and started fucking me. It was even a larger cock than the one that just took my ass. I gasp as he entered slowly and then turned into a slut begging him to fuck me.

By the time I left, 3 guys fucked me, I had my cock sucked to completion twice and had sucked two cocks to completion. I was sexually exhausted.

The last guy I had sex with sucked my cock and I had sucked his in return, walked out at the same time I did and we chatted. I told him I was staying at the motel until Sunday morning. We agreed to meet and he asked if he could bring a friend. Of course, I said yes.

From that day, I have a desire to have male sex again whenever I can.

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Senator Davis basically dominated my thoughts. Almost every morning, I’d wake up with throbbing morning wood from some variation of the same carnal dream. I’d go to work and drool over him all day, constantly obsessing over how I can impress him or earn his praise. Then, I’d go home and think about him all evening. I’d google him on my phone and look through pictures of him on the internet. I made a hidden folder on my phone for all the images of him I’d saved. I was 18, perpetually horny, and obsessed with a man who I knew would probably never view me as anything more than a sex toy.

This morning, I woke up and realized it was Friday – normally everyone’s favorite day of the week with the end of the weekday and start of the much anticipated break from work or school. TGIF, right? Today, I realized I was beginning to dread them. The end of my work week meant several days apart from my boss and severe sexual frustration. Call it young love, but I wished I could go to work everyday.

I greeted Senator Davis with his morning coffee and asked if there was anything I could help with. He thanked me and said he didn’t have anything for me today. He was going to be in meetings much of the day, which demoralized me even more. I was crestfallen, ready to leave his office and spend the day on my phone, when he called me back.

“Before you go…” I turned back to him almost like a soldier. “I think it’s time to mete a little more punishment for you crimes. My house at 8.”

I had plans with friends, but I knew better than to bring it up. I’d just have to find an excuse to cancel. “Yes, sir.”

“You might want to bring an overnight bag.”

My heart fluttered and he could tell.

“I wouldn’t get too excited, boy. I did say punishment.”

I nodded my head humbly and left his office.

The day was agonizingly slow and boring with nothing to do and no reason to be around Senator Davis. I texted him asking if I could get him anything. I knew he was busy but wanted to be helpful if I could be. He never replied. I roamed the halls and had lunch with my Dad and tried to beat the clock, but my mind was occupied. I thought all day long about what the evening had in store for me. He asked me to bring an overnight bag, which had the a similar effect on my foolish heart as if he’d told me he loved me. But, he assured me it would be a punishing night, and I already had a taste of what that could be like. My calves were still sore from my last punishment, suspended on the tips of my toes while he edged me and denied my orgasm. Would it be even worse this time? Regardless of what was coming, I knew I wanted it. I would do anything he wanted. I was desperate to please him.

I told my parents I’d be out with my friends and staying the night with one of them. I told my friends that a family thing came up and I couldn’t get out of it. I brushed my teeth, used mouthwash, reapplied deodorant and grabbed a backpack before realizing I didn’t really know what to pack in an overnight bag. I threw my charger, my toothbrush, and a fresh change of clothes in a backpack and headed over to Senator Davis’s place.

By the time I had arrived, he’d sent a text telling me to let myself in. I opened his unlocked front door and entered, awkwardly advancing towards his living room and craning my neck to see where he was. He rose from the couch as I saw him and led me to a spare bedroom.

“You can leave your bag in here.”

I nodded, set my mostly empty backpack on the floor, and waited for my punishment to start. I didn’t know what to expect, but I wasn’t nervous anymore. As I stared at my crush, I was just excited to be with him and not have to spend another weekend pining over him. He was so large, manly and handsome. He glanced at the tent in my crotch and smiled.

“Like a little puppy.”

I was a little perplexed.

“You ever had a puppy, son?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What’s a puppy like?”

“Really energetic, a little mischievous, always getting into things he shouldn’t. He barked a lot and sometimes he’d bite. But he was a good dog.”

“That’s just what puppies do, right? They are too young to know any better.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And that’s why we train them.” He stared into me and a clarity was communicated. All this time, I wish he’d known that he didn’t need to hold my run-in with the law over my head to elicit sex. Only now did I realize that he wasn’t. It may have been a convenient pretense to explore my willingness in the beginning, but now it was nothing more than a tool in his war chest. He knew I was his desperately willing submissive, and he had been slowly establishing that on many levels.

“You’ll be spending this evening without your clothes. Everything off.”

I wasn’t sure I heard him right, but I was not going to question. I started undressing right away. When I was nearly finished, he stuck his arm out to collect my clothes, which I dutifully handed over.

“I want you on your hands and knees, unless I tell you otherwise”

I ofise gelen escort dropped down obediently, looking up at him about five feet away. He dropped a notepad and a pen on the floor.

“Think back and write down everything you think you’ve done wrong since the night you were first escorted to my door. I’ll be back when I think you’ve had enough time to write it all out.”

He left me alone in the room and I crawled over to grab the pen and notepad. I had nothing to be excited about, yet I was stiffening just a bit. I was hunched on all fours with my naked ass up in the air behind me and started writing.

“Masturbating in the shower” I started my list with the most obvious mistake.

I scribbled another. “Not keeping eye contact when spoken to”

After a few minutes my list was filling up.

– forgetting to say “sir”

– playing with myself

– spilling Daddy’s cum

– pausing my blowjob when Stan came in the office

I was running out of ideas, but wary of forgetting anything. His words still rang in my mind. “I’ll be back when I think you’ve had enough time to write it all out.” With that thought permanently fixed in my mind, my list seemed insufficient. I repeatedly played back the last week and a half in my head and searched my memory for anything else he had corrected. I remembered my first day at work when he walked me through the building and gave me instructions, I remember being overwhelmed and missing or forgetting some details. I added that to the list.

I kept searching my memories, but that just made it harder to focus on the task. Replaying the times I’d sucked his cock was making me horny and my uncovered prick was becoming a real distraction. I rubbed it for a split second before thinking better of it. Getting caught playing with myself was the last thing I wanted to do. I left it alone and tried to think of things to add to my list.

I am not sure how much time had passed. There was no clock in the room and he had taken my phone with him. I was alone, on my elbows and knees, naked, sitting in a mostly empty room with the door wide open and nothing to do but sit with my thoughts. It felt like it had been an hour or two and my mind had given up on thinking of things to add to the list. With nothing else to do, I started doodling on the next page in the notebook. I had filled up half of the page with random sketches when he walked in the door.

“Let’s see what you’ve come up with.” I urgently flipped the page back to my list right before he grabbed the notebook from me. He silently read through it, flipped the page up to glance at the second then looked down at me. “You couldn’t even focus for 30 minutes?”

I cowered a little, feeling pathetic. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Well that settles it. Tonight’s punishment will be all about focus. Restraint. Blocking out distractions.”

I was embarrassed and afraid.

“Follow me, boy.”

He hadn’t told me to get off my hands and knees so I assumed I was expected to crawl behind him. He led me into his living room as I followed behind on hands and knees.

“Sit right here,” he pointed to a spot against the wall on the side of the room, while he sat down on the couch in the middle of the room. He leaned deep into the cushions and spread his legs wide. I knew he was tempting me and it was working. My dick started to chub again as I sat there waiting for instructions. He gave me back the notebook and pen.

“You’re gonna write lines correcting your behavior. Read me the first thing you wrote.”

“Masturbating in the shower.”

“I want you to write ‘I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.’ 100 times.”

I looked down and started writing immediately.

“Nice and neat, boy.”

I started on my task diligently while he turned on the tv and settled in. My naked body rebelled against the menial task. My mind was intent on obeying, but I was fighting the constant urge to look at him and his openly displayed manspread. He was very forthrightly testing my ability to block out distractions and restrain urges, and from the beginning I realized exactly what he meant. I could see him out of the corner of my eye from where I sat, but I knew I had to resist the urge to look over at him.

While Hugh settled in and watched tv, I wrote line after line. It was monotonous and frustrating and had me feeling like a little school boy in detention. When I finally finished my 100th line, I meekly told him. “I finished my first set, sir.”

“Read me the next thing on your list.”

“Not keeping eye contact when spoken to.”

“‘I will look my Daddy in the eye when he speaks to me,'” he fed me my next line and I started again at my task.

“100 times,” he reminded me.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed movement. He had kicked off his shoes and maybe started unbuttoning his shirt. I couldn’t tell for sure, and It took all my restraint not to confirm my suspicion.

I kept writing, stating each otele gelen escort word in my mind deliberately as I wrote it as if to emphasize to my body that I was focused on the task. I. Will. Look. My. Daddy. In. The. Eye. When.

A quiet whoosh of air and soft thump of cloth hitting the ground a foot away from me stopped my thoughts and weakened my resolve. It was clearly his shirt, removed and discarded. I didn’t physically react. I knew it was part of the test.

I kept writing and he stepped up his temptations. He was playing with himself through his pants. I could barely see him in my peripheral vision, but he was very openly rubbing himself, surely just waiting for me to avert my eyes from my notebook. I was fully erect now and it was starting to demand attention. It was another moment of realization for me, understanding just what he meant by controlling my desires. I had very little ability to control my hormones and my lust. My flesh yearned to touch him and to be touched.

I somehow managed to finish my second set of lines.

“I’m ready for the next line, sir.”

“Read it for me.”

“Forgetting to say ‘sir'”

“I will always address my master appropriately.” I copied down the line and continued my task.

A few lines in, I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and knew he had opened his fly. He was surely rubbing himself over his underwear now. I wanted more than to look. I wanted to help him. But I stayed resolute, writing my lines and not falling for his trap.

He changed the channel and turned up the volume as a basketball game was exchanged for something clearly pornographic. The audio narrated what I dared not see, just mercilessly teasing me and my aching body. In the video, a deep voice declared “that is one tight pussy” while a younger voice moaned and audibly struggled. The deeper voice was very talkative. “That’s your Daddy’s cock,” he told the other before telling him how he would “stretch that hole out.” I closed my eyes for a moment, my hole clenching instinctively to the stranger’s words, and reminded myself this was a test. You can not look up. You have to wait patiently.

I calmed my mind and opened my eyes to continue writing. I was getting close to finishing the third set when the sounds from the video tested my resolve once more.

The man with the deeper voice clearly picked up the pace because the other voice was yelling out from pain, which only made the deep voice more verbal. “You need that pussy pounded with a big bear cock?” The yelping voice got higher and higher as the bear aggressively obliged. My own cock was tensing as the video aroused a hunger in me that I’d never felt before. Without even looking up – from the audio alone – I knew if this complete stranger was in the room talking like that to me, I’d willingly be the boy getting his pussy pounded. Clearly struggling, the boy in the video asked to suck the bear’s cock. After being told to repeat his request louder, the boy yelled it out as he groaned from the ongoing assault.

“Does your pussy need a break? Is that what it is?” The bear teased.

“Yes daddy, please. Please.”

The audio momentarily subsided as they apparently changed positions and I took the moment to announce that I had finished my next set of lines. Daddy gave me my next set of 100 lines to write while the bear in the video told his boy how to suck his cock. Maybe I am being dramatic, but it seemed the toughest thing in the world to focus on my assignment. I was naked, embarrassed about being punished, with a dick throbbing harder than I can ever remember. On top of that, I was jealous of Senator Davis stroking himself, all while fighting the never-ending impulse to look up at the him and the hot video. My willpower was being pushed, while my hand began to shake as well. I scribbled the first line of my next set: “I will not play with my cock without permission.”

While I fought to steady my hand against the spasming muscles, the cocksucker in the video was struggling with his own task. I could hear him gag and cough while the deep voice simultaneously praised and scolded him. The boy would gasp for air in intervals when the bear apparently pulled out to let him catch a breath. Fighting the ongoing impulse, I put my head down and kept writing. My hand was really cramping now and my writing was becoming less and less legible. It was quickly becoming evident that I wasn’t going to be able to finish.

“Sir?”

He grunted a response.

“I can’t steady my hand, sir, and my writing is becoming sloppy.”

“Your hand needs a rest?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then flip through the notebook and read the lines you’ve written.”

“Yes, sir.”

I flipped back to my original list and the first 100 lines and read quietly to myself.

“On your feet and read out loud, son,” he corrected me. “But quietly.”

I stood up, positioning the notebook so that I wouldn’t be tempted to look at Daddy or the tv screen.

“I rus escort will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.” I read the first line softly and repeated line after line, as I had written. “I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission. I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission. I will not…”

“Ooof, that’s hot.” He said it almost imperceptibly, just loud enough for me to make it out. My cock twitched in response, demanding I jack off. I was so stimulated, I knew I would shoot in seconds if I dared touch it. I kept reading, trying to ignore my pulsating cock.

“I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.” Senator Davis exhaled. The boy in the video started yelping again as they had apparently switched back to anal.

“I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.” The bear in the video yelled “take that cock, boy!” My own cock screamed for attention.

“I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.” The boy yelped over and over. Senator Davis’s breathing told me he was getting close.

“I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.” It was a symphony of erotic noises, each instrument commanding my attention. But I had to fight to block it all out.

“I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.” Senator Davis yelled out amidst a powerful orgasm. He exhaled aggressively, each breath ending in a grunt. My heart dropped.

“I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.” I continued obediently despite the hurt.

“I will not masturbate without Daddy’s permission.” Senator Davis was coming to a rest, but the video continued on. The boy was begging for relief again.

Senator Hugh interrupted my lines. “Look at the screen.”

I anxiously looked up to take in the scene that had been teasing me. The big bear had pulled out and now stood commandingly over a tanned boy sitting against the foot of a bed. With both hands firmly on the back of the boy’s head, the bear pushed the boy’s face into his belly and drove powerfully in and out of his mouth. The bear’s face wasn’t in the frame, but his build was similar to Senator Davis. Hugh’s chest was a bit tighter and covered in more beautiful gray hair.

“Take that cock. Don’t pull off, now. Ohhhhh, yeah.” The bear grunted as he used the boy.

He let go and the boy desperately pulled back for air, revealing the bear’s cock for the first time. All that yelping was no exaggeration. The bear’s cock was massive and especially thick. He commanded the boy lick it even while he caught his breath. The break lasted only a few seconds before the bear resumed control, pulling the boy back into his body with both hands as he restarted his assault.

“Open your mouth, boy. I don’t want to feel any teeth on my cock while I stretch your throat. That’s it boy.”

After another brief pause for air, the bear grabbed his boy’s arms and lifted them back behind his head. With their hands interlocked, the bear leaned forward and pinned the boy back against the bed, while continuing to drive powerfully in and out of his throat. I was mesmerized by the bear’s aggression – verbally and physically. I was so turned on and hoped to be used like that. As if he knew my thoughts, Senator Davis spoke from behind me. “This is going to be part of your training, boy. Do you want that?”

“Yes, sir.”

The bear continued to pound his throat. He pushed the boy’s limits, continuing while the boy gagged and struggled before finally pulling up. The boy coughed and fought for air. “You said your pussy needed a break.” The bear repositioned his boy, pulling him off the ground and directing him to lie upside down on the bed. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

The boy’s head rested over the foot of the bed and the man leaned down into his mouth once more. From this position, he could drive even deeper. “Ohhhh, I can feel your throat stretching boy.”

“I’m gonna stretch your throat out, just like that son.” Senator Davis spoke over the video, invoking a violent twitch from my cock. The bear’s hands explored the boys smooth, tan skin as he drove literally as deep as he could. The boy’s head disappeared between his legs. “That’s it, bitch, take that cock. Ohhhh, yeah. That’s my boy. Take it!”

“Will you talk to me like that, sir?”

He stepped closer to me. I could feel his presence. “You want Daddy to talk dirty to you, boy?”

“Please, sir.”

He was right behind me now and my neck craned as he spoke softly. “There’s something you oughta know, boy.”

My mouth opened and I breathed heavily.

“You haven’t felt nothing yet.”

I moaned, unsure of what he meant but unbelievably turned on.

“When you suck my cock, boy, you don’t reach anywhere near the base.” His hands came beneath my arms and pinched my nipples. “I have been patient because I know you’re just a puppy.”

The feeling in my balls started to swell.

“When I took your virginity, boy… I was so gentle.” My asshole puckered at the thought. The pressure I felt when he penetrated me was unbelievable. I was naive enough to think, until now, that I had gotten the real thing. “Soon, I’m going to give you everything I got. And when I really give it to you, you’re gonna be yelping like the boy in the video, son. You’re gonna be begging me to fuck your throat so that your pussy can have a break.”

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With Marty, sex in the morning was a common occurrence…it’s just a morning wood…or a man thing…I guess. Read on and I hope you enjoy it. If you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it.

My roommate was spending the weekend with his girlfriend, and I woke up thinking I would go running with Marty. I tried to convince him that it was only five and mostly flat, but he rolled over, promising me the coffee would be done when I got back.

We got in late after a movie the night before, so we were both a little tired…no problem. I laughed, “Deal, and we’re going out for breakfast after coffee.” Then I added, “And you’re a slug.”

“Yeah…yeah, I know…but breakfast sounds good.”

When I got back, I was going from the shower to getting dressed, and he whistled.

I grinned, trying to play dumb, “What…my handsome football-player build (which I don’t have at all), or my manly good looks?”

He opened the blinds to let morning sun stream in, and he had the pot, bringing me a refill. Looking into my eyes, he poured coffee, “Yeah, all of those things.”

He looked down between my legs, “Plus that…um…added bonus.”

It hung between my legs, swaying low, but still arching out from my pubes. The head was thick, standing out prominently from the shaft. Even flaccid, the shaft retained its thickness; it wasn’t huge, but there wasn’t anything small about it either.

I laughed, “I like it, when you check me out.” Pushing him towards the bed, “Why don’t you get a closer look?”

He sat his coffee down and jumped back onto the bed. He grinned, “Bring it on…get over here and show me…show me what you got!”

I pumped my fist, up and down the shaft, working the shiny burgundy head. It made the slit, at the tip, open and close…like it was winking for him to get on it. When I brought it up to his lips, he swirled his tongue over the head, the slit…and all over the shaft.

Licking down the shaft and over the sac, he carefully sucked one nut and then the other. Going back to the cock, he closed his eyes and pressed it into his face. Feeling the heat and the sensation of a hard, pulsing flesh on his cheek, he rubbed it over his face and lapped at it with his tongue.

Tracing the ridge, before sinking the head through his lips, he held it tight, savoring the moment…treasuring his man’s cock.

I watched him, as he looked up with that sexy gaze, and took it deeper, each time he pushed his mouth down over the shaft. Whenever he pulled back, he kept his lips wrapped tight, and sucked as hard as he could. Bobbing at a frenzied pace and sucking the swollen plum, he was on a mission to suck the balls dry.

Marty, succumbing to his needs, started diving forward to tease his throat; gagging with both pleasure and satisfaction, the spit trickled from the shaft.

I took over, thrusting through his lips in a steady, rhythmic face fucking. Grunting each time, I filled his mouth with cock, I moaned, “Uhhhh…uhhhh…you can do it buddy, take it…take that big dick…uhhhh…uhhhh…mmmm, take it…yeah…yeah…yeah…fuck yeah, take it!”

I fucked hard, using his mouth like that, till I had to pull out. Focused on my needs, I moved down between his legs, grabbing one and pushing it way back, resting the knee against his chest. Exposing his pucker, I laid my dick over it, while he struggled to get me the lube.

Mesmerized by how smooth, and tight he was…he’s just got a beautiful ass…but it looked even better with my cock teasing the firm, muscled mounds.

While I coated myself, I groaned from the thought of ravaging my handsome jock’s tight, manly ass. He drooled, while I lubed and jacked it through my fist. I grabbed the base and smacked it against the palm of my hand, and then his ass cheek.

It was rock-hard and ready to plunge into his ass, but I smeared some over him and pushed it inside.

Sliding up through the crack and smacking his ass, I pressed it against the pucker, teasing him, “You ready…you want me to fuck you?”

Knowing he wanted nothing more, he grinned as he answered, “Fuck man…you know I want it…fuck me!”

I pushed inside to a loud chorus of moans…a couple inches deep, I pumped forward, pushing deeper and deeper, till it was all in. It wasn’t long before he was groaning louder and begging to be fucked; we fucked like there was no tomorrow.

Marty was insatiable, but so was I…it became a long, frenzied fucking; showing his serious cocklust, Marty bucked his hips to meet my thrusts.

I got lost in watching his cock bob around, imagining my hand wrapped tight, and jacking the shaft. Mmmm…eight, thick, mouth-watering inches!

The beautiful, veined shaft glowed in the warm sunlight, and from the tip, there was a fertile trickle, falling onto his muscled abs. It couldn’t hardly get much better, but it did, when I licked it off those beautiful abs…I loved feeling my tongue slide over the ripples and through the viscous musk.

He moaned and moaned, “Ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah…yeah…yeah, kolej escort fuck me…fuck me…fuckkkkk…oh god, yeah…yeah…yeah…yeah, fuckkkk…meeeeeeee!”

Then he switched gears, “Ohhhh…oh god…let me ride it…yeah…yeah…yeah…wanna ride that big thing.”

Only a few seconds passed as we traded places, but Marty felt a yearning to fill the void; he needed my cock. He quickly straddled me, and grabbed my cock, before nodding his head back, with manly groans, and pushing it inside.

Slowly, he came to rest in my lap, grinding my cock deep, and fucking himself. His ass’s caress felt so good, I threw my head back, and grabbed his hips, thrusting upward.

With his best power-bottom moves, he rolled his hips over the girthy shaft, working to get all eight…he always wanted all eight inches. Pleasuring me with his insides, Marty looked at me with pride, pleasure and lust.

Something was forever changing in Marty; he wasn’t entirely gay, but he wasn’t straight either. He was definitely bi, and a bottom…something he was comfortable with.

I shared some of the same feelings, and I liked letting him call the shots, but loved to be alpha. Though he was riding my dick, at that moment, we both craved the times, when he was on his back, with his legs on my shoulders.

Groaning and panting, he looked down and saw my face, awash with pleasure; together, we both moaned with that shared ecstasy, and he kept going. Impaling himself over and over, he was crazy with lust, relentlessly working himself up and down the shaft, as fast as he could.

Then I groaned louder, tightening my grip, and Marty realized I was cumming. He slowed, riding sensuously and savoring my pleasure; grinding his ass into me, he made certain it was going as deep as it had gone before.

I held my hunky boyfriend’s hips tight, and painted his insides with cum. It seemed to overwhelm him, too…he furiously jerked his cock, and sprayed his load over my chest.

With his ass still working my cock, he squeezed and milked till it was done…till we were both done.

He collapsed over me, resting and catching his breath for a bit. He had a big smile on his face, “Fuck! Fuck Rob, we need to have more coffee in bed!” He grinned, “I gotta say this…in bed, you are good to the very last drop!”

We both laughed, sinking back into the pillows to finish our coffee…feeling very, very satisfied.

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We still had the apartment to ourselves and went out for a few beers with friends. When we got back, Marty wanted to shower; he hadn’t taken one that morning and we both really smelled like smoke.

I grinned at him, “Yeah, you do really stink…why don’t you take a shower and I’ll get you a beer.

I took a swig and sat them on the vanity because I knew I was going in…I always loved the way water flowed over his hunky body in the shower…I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

I savored the mounded pecs, tight, muscled abs, his hot, rounded ass and most of all…that big bobbing cock. He had a semi, and I watched the thick, meaty shaft sway back and forth, as he worked soap over himself.

“Dude, thanks for the beer…the shower feels good. You smell like smoke, too…why don’t you get in here?”

I stepped in and started working soap over his body, when the shower triggered a huge piss from Marty. I felt the warmth hit my knee and he smiled, aiming toward the drain, “Sorry dude…it just happens”

I dropped to my knees, and for a split second gazed at the heavy stream, knowing I wanted to feel it on my skin…I wanted to taste it…I wanted to have that cock in my hand.

He grinned and shifted it back to spray over me. Hitting squarely over my chest, I immediately passed my hand through the warm spray, and grabbed the shaft, “Mmmm…I’ll do it…yeah…fuck yeah, I want it…to cover me…mmmm!”

His body flexed and shuddered, pushing more out the tip. I looked up into his eyes, “Yeah…it feels good…it smells good.” Following the stream back to the source, I sprayed my tongue and swallowed a big gulp. Letting some run down over my chin, I grinned, “And it tastes even better!”

I guided it back to my mouth and wrapped my lips tight, feeling the hot stream splashing over the back of my mouth, and spilling out over my lips. It was salty and warm on my tongue, and I swallowed as quickly as I could; he put his hand on the back of my head and moaned, “Fuckkkk…fuck, that’s hot!”

The stream quickly dwindled, but I got the last pulsing trickles, he pushed out. His fingers relaxed, brushing through my hair, and I couldn’t believe I drank so much; we’d only done this a couple times, but Marty was always the one on his knees.

Still feeling heat on my tongue and horny as fuck, I switched gears, sucking his rapidly hardening cock. I gazed up over his beautiful body…it glistened with water, and grinned, “Mmmm…lets dry off and see if I maltepe escort can get it hard…and full grown.”

Our eyes met and he smiled, grabbing a towel, “I think you’ve got it close…just keep doing what you’re doing.” I had him sit on the edge of the sink and took it back into my lips, pumping it into my mouth.

He moaned, “Oh god…oh…ohhhh Rob…that feels…oh god that feels so good…ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah, don’t stop…oh, please don’t stop!”

I pulled off to find his eyes closed and head nodded back, “No worries there…just enjoy it…I want you to finish!”

I held him in my lips and sucked hard, swirling my tongue over the swollen head. I pumped my lips down the shaft, fucking my face with his big dick. The rock-hard flesh felt good on my tongue…good in my lips…I savored it and took it right up to my throat.

Mmmm…with a cock like Marty’s, in your mouth, a crazy, hot lust floods your senses. His thick, veiny shaft was precious, and I wanted to burn every minute detail into my brain. I worked my tongue, carefully exploring each beautiful vein and ridge.

I loved seeing ecstasy in his face and wanted to satisfy him…I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to cum in my mouth…on my face…on my chest…anywhere, it really didn’t matter.

After I increased the pace, he was moaning louder and humping into my mouth. I felt is cock twitch, and his hands digging into my head, “Fuck, cumming…ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah, cumming…I’m cumming!”

Overwhelmed with pleasure, he grunted, dumping a huge load over my tongue. The first of it sprayed the back of my mouth, but I held his hips tight, hoping to get it all. His hips moved slower, pumping till he was done coating my mouth with his manly pleasure.

Swallowing the salty warmth, and letting the cock slide from my lips, “It looks like you really liked that.”

Marty looked down, “Fuckkkk! Fuckkkk, that was hot!” He laughed, “That was so fucking hot…I’m usually the one on my knees.”

I trailed my fingers over my dick and pumped; it, too, was begging for release, and I knew it wouldn’t take long. With my hand full, “Oh, I think there’s time for some of that. Let’s move this party and get you on your knees.” I grinned, “Where you belong.”

It was full-on erect and standing straight up and he struggled to shift his gaze up to my eyes, “Mmmm, that sounds perfect.”

I laid back on the bed and he eagerly positioned himself between my legs. I showed-off, slapping it over my groin, and swaying it back and forth.

He watched for a very brief moment, mesmerized, and almost drooling, before taking it between his lips. He totally surrendered to his hunger, embracing his yearnings…it was satisfying to serve and suck his man’s cock. Teasing the ridge and veining, his tongue was more than eager to satisfy. Working his lips up and down, all over the shaft, before he pulled off to watch it again, pulsing over my belly.

Going back at it, his tongue danced over the surface and got it all wet and shiny. At full staff, he caressed it, stroking his hand up and down over the length. Leaning forward, he swirled his tongue and made his way back down over the shaft, again.

After a few minutes, a bead formed at the tip, and he licked it up; with a big ass grin he parted his lips and slid back down my dick. When the head hit the back of his throat, I rolled my hips teasing the limit; I knew there was no way he could throat me, but it felt good…for both of us.

The satisfaction of having his man’s dick between his lips had him rock-hard and moaning, but when he tasted more arousal, he took over, tightening his lips and bobbing faster. He fucked me with his face, like that till I had to pull out.

He smiled, “Almost got a load, didn’t I?”

I nodded, “Fuccccck yeah!”

He gave me a minute to cool off, before the shaft got a tongue washing, and disappeared back through his lips. I tipped his head back to watch his eyes while he serviced my cock. I groaned as his head bobbed up and down the shaft, “Fuckkkkk…Marty…Marty…suck that fat cock…suck it…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…that’s it…suck me…suck me…fuck me with that mouth.”

Then rolling my hips, I push his face, hard down over my cock and pump through his lips. He gurgles and gags some, but feeling it bang away at his throat is a turn-on, beyond belief, for him. He’s rock-hard, knowing that he’s giving me pleasure, and that I’ll fuck him till I satisfy myself.

His moans and gurgles filled the room, till I reached my limit and had to drain my balls; I held him tight and fucked his face, wildly pumping through his lips. I felt my body twitch and shudder as hot, seed pulsed from the tip, flooding his mouth. With a mouth filled with precious seed, he swallowed till my balls exhaust themselves and my orgasm faded.

Catching my breath, I relaxed my grip and humped slowly into his mouth. With a thick, pulsing cockhead, resting on his tongue, he sucked mamak escort till the last of it trickled out. Still holding it between his lips, he rested his head on my thigh, and savored the taste of his man’s pleasure. Hesitating to let go of that moment, we both moaned and stayed like that for what seemed like a long, long time.

I pulled him to my lips and pushed my tongue inside. Parting from my lips, he grinned, “I wish we had another day off; you know?”

****************************************************

I woke, spooning him the next morning, feeling his warmth against my body. Despite his bigger build, Marty’s muscled frame nestled perfectly into me.

Snugly held between his handsome, rounded cheeks, my dick was quickly reaching morning wood status, and gently pumping through the crack; he was wearing a sexy, black jock strap and I really had no other choice.

I pictured that bulging jock, shifting from side to side when he walked…you could hardly resist the urge to push it aside and grab the prize. I still don’t know how I got past the high school locker room experience, without incident…or getting beat down.

I unconsciously pressed myself tighter against him…out of habit…I guess, but then I felt his hand on my hip, and I knew he was awake. He felt me spooning and wanted me tighter against his body. I couldn’t help but moan, when I reciprocated, running my hand over firm, muscled flesh…thighs, abs and chest. I knew Marty wanted more, and his grinding spoke volumes…he had one big, thick pressing need.

Slapping it over his ass, I savored how my cock would feel inside, and apparently, he was too. Reaching for lube from nightstand, he handed it to me, and looked back, smiling, “Here, fuck me.”

I stroked lube over myself and cupped his beefy, muscled ass cheek. Whenever I parted the rounded cheeks, I always thought his ass looked sexy, and hot as fuck…but when I nudged the tip inside, it looked even better.

That all felt amazing, but we both moaned as I pushed deeper. Lust overwhelmed him, and he pushed himself back until I felt my pubes resting against his ass. I held him tight and started fucking, slowly pulling out, and pushing back in. He moaned louder, “Rob…Rob…oh fuck…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuck me…fuck me…gimme that fat…that fat cock!”

My hands groped, digging into his beautiful ass…rounded, muscular and firm, sculpted from years of training and working-out. “God, I love fucking this ass…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…so fucking perfect…think you like it, too?”

“Yeah…fuck…fuck…fuck yeah…love it…fucking love it!”

Changing things up, I went back and forth between long, smooth strokes and short, fast strokes. Working him hard, and slamming his ass, we shared waves of intense pleasure…wave after wave.

He moaned, “Yeah…yeah…yeah…fuck me…fuck me…oh god, fuck me…yeah…yeah…that’s good…that’s good…so good,” until he turned, “Let me do it…let me ride it?”

We switched things around and he positioned himself over top, guiding his ass down onto my cock. He moaned, again and again, lifting himself up and sliding back down the long, thick shaft. The lust in his eyes was unmistakable…he wanted it deep…he wanted it fucking deep into his belly.

Once he got going, he clearly didn’t want to stop; he was slamming hard and barely able to steady himself, but I tried to help, humping up to meet him halfway. Riding up and down, like he was, kept his dick rock-hard and bouncing wildly.

He was totally lost in the pleasure of cock, filling him up…stroking his insides…pleasuring him with its girth. He rode like a pro, bucking like a hot, sexy cowboy…relentlessly, bouncing his hips up and down…up and down.

“Ride it, dude…ride me…yeah…yeah…yeah…yeah, ride that dick, cowboy…ride it!”

“Fuck…fill me with that…uhhhh…big thing…uhhhh…uhhhh…god, yessssss…fill me…fuck yeah…fuck me…fuck…fuck meeeeee! Yer cock feels fuckin’…good, Rob…fill my ass…put it in deep…deep…fuck me deep!” When he wasn’t sharing how good it was, he just moaned, “Mmmm…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…ohhhh…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me with that big…man cock!”

I had my sights on another man cock…his man cock. Rock hard and bobbing, it was an incredible sight…spitting precum over my belly and his. With an ever-growing need, he started riding harder, slamming himself down, and grinding his balls into my pubes.

“Fuck yeah…fuck me…fuck…fuck…mmmmmm, that cock feels fuckin’…good, Rob…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me with that fucking big man cock!”

Riding me with his ass, he had one hand on my chest, while he jacked his dick with the other. Shifting himself forward some and moaning, he let me take over. I grabbed his hips, humping into his ass and pulling him down onto my dick. I could feel my thrusts getting more and more desperate…more and more urgent.

Marty needed to feel his boyfriend’s steamy pleasure, and started begging, “Gimme that load…yeah…yeah…yeah…cum in me…cum in me…don’t stop…please…please, cum in me…cum in me.”

My body tensed and my cock throbbed inside. I picked up the pace, slamming into his ass and moaning, when the first of it pulsed out. I pulled him down on top to grind it deep, releasing three or four more times.

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It was 3pm on a Tuesday and Jack was working from home. With two hours left in the workday, Jack was exhausted and completely over it. He had been stuck in back-to-back meetings since 9am. Now in his mid-twenties, Jack had been at this job since he graduated college. The monotony was truly getting to him.

Jack was also recently single. He had spent the last two years with a mediocre boyfriend, who wasn’t all that nice, intelligent, or even good at sex. They had grown to be entirely celibate in the last 6 months of the relationship, which had driven Jack to insanity due to his love of bottoming. Feeling particularly lonely a few nights back, Jack had re-created his old hookup profile to get back out there. After going so long without sex, he was certainly excited for a few random hookups. That being said, his nerves had gotten the best of him and he hadn’t gone through with anything yet. All day, Jack was trying to be professional by turning off his notifications. He didn’t want to be distracted by the random messages from men looking for a quick hookup. But after 6 hours of meetings, temptation was starting to get the better of him.

“Just a quick peek,” he thought, picking up his phone and looking through his recent messages.

As a fit twunk, Jack tended to get a good number of messages. Lots of them were always from men with no photos or information, or from people many miles away. But one message in particular caught his eye: Just twenty minutes before, a man had messaged Jack from only 900 feet away. Jack lived in a quiet and mostly residential part of a city, so he was surprised to see someone new nearby. He opened the message to check it out.

“Sexy photos. I love a bubble butt like yours. Interested in something soon?”

Jack checked out the man’s photos. Identified only by the name Mark, he was older than the guys Jack usually went for. Mark appeared to be in his mid-fifties, with a clean-shaved face, short and dark hair, and a charming smile. Jack couldn’t get a good read on his body since Mark was wearing clothes in all his photos, but he appeared to be tall and have a medium build. Jack was curious.

“Thanks, man,” Jack responded. “Got any more pics?”

Mere seconds later, the man replied with three photos. In the first, he was standing in front of a mirror wearing just a pair of white boxers. Jack was impressed by his body, which wasn’t necessarily toned but was certainly muscular. His skin was tan, coated lightly with black chest hair and a solid treasure trail to his crotch. He was definitely a daddy type.

The second photo was of his cock. Fully erect, it was next to a plastic water bottle for scale. It was impressive, about 8″ long and reasonably girthy. Jack immediately noticed a thick vein that went the entire length of the shaft, reaching a bulbous head. Jack knew it’d be a hard cock to take, but would feel incredible when he loosened up again.

Jack loved the third picture best. Mark’s cock was resting on top of someone’s ass, which was covered in thick globs of cum. Jack could see cum leaking out the anonymous asshole, as well as a red handprint on the ass cheek. Clearly, Mark could fuck hard and shoot a load.

“Shit,” Jack responded in brief. He was now rock hard in his home office, rubbing his dick through his pants.

“I’m only free for the next hour, so you’ll have to come by soon,” Mark responded in turn.

Jack looked at the clock, realizing that he would have to play hooky for the hook-up. Even if he could sneak away from work, was he ready yet to take a stranger’s dick after such a long relationship? He couldn’t tell if his nerves were keeping him from doing something he would later regret, or if they were simply getting in the way of a good fuck that would help him get over his ex.

A few minutes had already passed, and Jack knew he had to make a decision. As if his fingers had a mind of their own, he impulsively typed away “Now’s good. Where are you?”

“At the office. Any chance you could act like I’m your realtor?”

This was getting kinkier by the second. Still, Jack couldn’t back down gölbaşı escort now. This was the perfect chance to get back out there, get pounded by an older man with a huge dick, and even live out a fantasy of getting fucked in an office. Before he could think too much about it, he replied.

“Sure, I’ll try to look professional. Address?” A moment later, Mark sent his location. After quickly putting on some nicer clothes and setting his slack status to “Be back soon,” Jack headed out the door.

—

Jack approached the address, a discrete single-level office park nearby. He hadn’t even noticed the realty sign before, which happened to have a small image of Mark’s face on the side. Luckily, the business looked legitimate. Opening the front door, he entered a small, modern lobby with a sitting area to the right and a receptionist to the left.

“Hello, how can I help you today?” The receptionist looked to be about Mark’s age, but much more flamboyant and considerably twinkier.

“Hi. I’m here for a meeting with my realtor, Mark.” Jack tried to act normal and confident, and not like he was here for his first hookup in years.

“Sure. Mark just mentioned that he was expecting someone,” the receptionist said with a soft smirk. “You can sit down while you wait.”

Jack couldn’t tell if the receptionist knew about the hookup, or if he was just acting paranoid. It’s not like it would matter to Jack, since this wasn’t his office. He tried to relax as he sat down on the couch nearby to wait. Luckily, he didn’t have to hang out long.

“Good afternoon,” Mark said confidently as he entered the lobby. As Jack stood up to shake his hand, he took in Mark’s appearance. If anything, he looked better than his photos. About 6’2″, he was wearing a well-tailored navy suit that accentuated his muscular frame. Besides a crisp white shirt and gold-colored tie, he wore an expensive-looking gold watch. His teeth were perfectly white and his eyes a dark shade of blue. This man clearly was successful.

“Hi Mark, nice to see you again,” Jack said, trying to play cool.

“You too,” Mark replied, clearly trying to play off the fact that he didn’t even know Jack’s name. “Want to head to my office?”

“Sure,” Jack responded, following Mark back into the offices. It was a surprisingly large space, with rows of cubicles. They passed by at least twenty different realtors who were chatting on the phone or with clients in person before they arrived at the only private office that Jack could see. Mark motioned him in and closed the door behind them.

Jack sat down in a chair in front of the desk, while Mark sat on top of the desk directly in front of him. Both due to Mark’s large stature and the height of the desk, Jack felt small in comparison.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice, um…”

“Jack,” he said, finishing Mark’s sentence. “I’ve never met someone in their office before.”

Mark laughed softly. “I wish I could say you were the first, Jack. Let’s just say it’s a kink of mine.”

Jack grabbed Mark’s thigh and was immediately surprised by its thickness. “Seems like a benefit of being the boss and having a private office. But before we do anything, I have to tell you something.”

Mark looked simultaneously intrigued and concerned, like Jack was about to tell him something that could ruin the moment.

“Well, I just got out of a relationship, so this is my first hookup in a while.”

“How long has it been?” Mark asked curiously.

“About two years since my last hookup. But if I’m being honest, it’s been about 6 months since I’ve had sex,” Jack replied sheepishly. But to his surprise, Mark looked even more turned on.

“Even better,” he said with a sly smile.

“Why’s that?” Jack asked. “I was worried it would freak you out.”

Mark looked down at him as though he was trying to pick the exact right words to express himself. “There’s nothing I like more than a nice, tight hole. That’s why I tend to seek out young, fit guys like yourself on these apps. And if keçiören escort you haven’t actually had sex in 6 months, I bet your ass is extremely tight right now.”

Jack smiled. “Yeah, I’m sure it is.”

“But best of all, I can tell you want it bad,” Mark continued. “That’s why you came over here so fast. You just want to get pounded by the boss’s big, fat cock.”

“Yes sir, I can’t wait for you to fuck my tight little hole,” Jack begged, leaning into the fantasy.

In that moment, Mark effortlessly lifted Jack to his feet and kissed him. As they began to make out, Jack felt Mark’s strong hands caress the back of his head, then lowering to his back before arriving at his ass. Jack moaned in pleasure as Mark squeezed his muscular cheeks over his pants.

“I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours so hard,” Mark whispered in Jack’s ear.

Jack felt Mark’s hand slide inside his pants. Mark’s middle finger pressed firmly against Jack’s hole as the rest of his hand spread apart Jack’s cheeks. Jack moaned as they continued to kiss.

“Don’t be too loud, or the other employees will hear us,” Mark told him.

“Of course, boss,” Jack nodded in agreement. He took the moment to whip off his shirt, exposing his hairless and muscular torso. Jack had spent a considerable amount of time in the gym, and it was paying off. His chest was well defined and his abs visible.

“You’re so fucking hot,” said Mark as he began to kiss Jack’s nipples. “Now suck the boss’s big dick,” he commanded as he pushed Jack down to his knees.

Mark quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, pushing his dress pants and boxers to his shoes, which were still on. Bare ass on the desk, he beckoned a kneeling Jack closer to his erect cock.

Jack could smell Mark’s manly scent as he got closer. Mark’s dick was exactly what he’d imagined. A veiny, 8″ cock with a big mushroom head. Mark had a thick but trimmed patch of black pubes and low-hanging balls that glistened with sweat. Jack couldn’t wait for it.

“Let me taste your big dick,” Jack begged.

“You’re hungry for it,” Mark said seductively. He smacked his cock on Jack’s cheeks a few times. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

Just then, Mark grabbed Jack’s head and pressed it down on his erection. Unprepared, Jack did his best to open his throat and let in Mark’s lengthy member. But still, he choked on it lightly as it became lubed with his saliva. Mark clearly loved taking complete control of the situation.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Suck boss’s cock good.”

Jack began to actively suck on Mark’s dick, letting his head bob up and down to the rhythm of Mark’s thrusts. He ran his tongue along the shaft, which Mark seemed to love. Finally, he held his mouth down so that he was basically kissing Mark’s pubes. Just as he ran out of air, Mark yanked back his head.

“Show me your ass,” Mark said assertively.

“Yes sir,” said Jack as he threw off his shoes and socks, and then yanked down his pants and briefs. He was now standing fully nude in Mark’s office. Jack’s cock was so erect it pulsed in the air, sticking straight out from his groin. But Mark wasn’t interested in that. Instead, he spun Jack around to see his backside.

“You have quite a bubble butt,” Mark started. “I can tell you go to the gym a lot. You sure no one’s fucked you in 6 months?”

“No boss, you’ll be the first,” Jack replied.

“Bend over,” said Mark as he stood up, pushing Jack towards the desk. Jack spread his legs apart, and then leaned over so that his arms propped up his chest over the desk. Behind him, he could see Mark first remove his shoes and pants, and then slip off his coat and tie while unbuttoning his dress shirt. Now, Mark was wearing nothing but an open shirt and his gold watch.

Mark bent over to spit directly onto Jack’s hole, then rubbed it in with his hand. Jack squirmed as Mark’s strong fingers played with his ass. Even Jack could tell he was especially tight from such a long dry spell. Mark’s big cock would surely set him right.

“You’re kızılay escort such a little slut, getting fucked for the first time in months by a complete stranger in his office,” Mark told him with a sexy grin on his face. “We’ll see how you take this big dick.”

Mark went behind his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Just before he ripped open the condom, Jack noticed and stopped him.

“I want you fuck my tight little ass bareback,” he told Mark. “I’m on PrEP,” he added assuringly.

“Fuck yeah,” Mark replied, throwing the condom to the ground and pouring lube onto his dick. “You want to take the boss’s big dick raw, don’t you?”

Mark was now slapping his cock on Jack’s hole. Jack turned around to nod, hornier than he’d been in months and excited to get stretched out by an older daddy. Seeing Mark’s cock, he knew it could be painful. The tip was easily 2 or 3 times wider than Jack’s hole.

“Stretch my ass,” Jack moaned. “Put it in me, boss.” Jack loved being submissive, especially with an older man.

Just then, Mark leaned over and wrapped his left hand around Jack’s neck. With the other, he positioned his dick right at Jack’s hole.

“Don’t make a sound as I put it in you,” Mark told him. “Can’t have my other employees getting jealous, after all.”

A moment later, Jack felt a forceful pressure on his asshole as Mark pressed his cock inside. Jack tried to hold in his squeals but couldn’t keep silent entirely. Mark quickly covered Jack’s mouth with his hand to dampen the sound, but continued to thrust inside Jack’s hole unrelentingly.

“Take this big cock,” Mark whispered in his ear. “You’re going to be completely stretched out after I’m done with you.”

After the initial pain subsided, Jack felt the incredible pleasure of a huge cock filling his hole. Mark held his cock inside, rotating his hips laterally to stretch out the hole even more. Jack could feel Mark’s shaft against his prostate, making him more sexually charged than he’d been in months.

“I love your raw cock inside me, Jack whispered back. “Now show me who’s boss.”

Mark got to work. Standing up straight and holding the top of Jack’s muscular ass, he thrust hard and deep. Each motion was long and fluid, letting all but his tip leave Jack’s ass before completely filling it up again. As he moved, his open dress shirt blew back and forth. Jack could even feel Mark’s hanging balls slap against his taint.

“I bet your old boyfriend could only dream of fucking you this good,” Mark grunted passionately.

“Yes sir. He wasn’t nearly as big or manly as you are,” Jack moaned.

Mark’s thrusts became shorter and faster with time. He now grabbed Jack’s shoulders for added leverage, allowing him to ram his whole groin against Jack’s ass. Each rounded cheek became bright red. Jack was in so much ecstasy, he didn’t feel the pain one bit.

“You’ve got me so close, boss” Jack moaned back to Mark.

“Me too,” groaned Mark. “You ready to take boss’s big load?” He pulled up Jack from the desk so that his muscular chest pressed against Jack’s back.

“Yes, Mark,” replied Jack passionately. “Give me my first load in months. Breed my hole raw!”

As the wave of Jack’s orgasm crested, he felt Mark’s thrusts build up as he began to shoot his load. Silently but with heavy breaths, they both shot their loads forcefully. Jack’s dick sprayed cum out onto Mark’s desk, covering a stack of papers with his white, sticky seed. Mark unloaded deep inside Jack’s hole, pumping out countless fat globs of jizz.

When they caught their breaths, Mark pulled out his cock in one slow, long motion, letting his cum spill out to the carpeted floor beneath them.

“I came so much in that little hole of yours,” said Mark as he wiped the sweat from his face. “Hope you had fun.”

“Are you kidding, that was easily the best sex I’ve ever had,” Jack replied with a huge grin. “Thanks for the fuck, boss.” He winked.

“We better get cleaned up. I do have to run to a meeting in a few minutes,” said Mark, wasting no time. “But maybe I’ll see you again sometime?”

“Sure thing. Gotta keep the boss happy, after all.”

—

After hastily throwing back on his clothes and trying not the let Mark’s cum leak from his now gaped ass, Jack had run home to return to work. Getting back to his desk just before 4pm, he was reinvigorated and perfectly satisfied after a long dry spell.

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Saturday has quickly come around. A constant stream of messages in the sex chat group requesting nude pictures and videos took up the remainder of my crazy week. I enjoyed the attention, the thought of my masters masturbating over my videos turned me on so much.

It’s nearly five o’clock so I make my way outside. I gaze at the setting sun feeling a chill in the air. Glancing down the country road I see John’s white van. I instantly remember the sloppy cum filled blow job I gave him and my cock begins to harden at the thought of what’s to come.

John pulls the car up. I take a look back at my neighbours windows to make sure no curtain twitchers are spying on me and I jump into the passenger seat.

John: “Evening my little slut…you were a good little slave sending me those videos”

Me: “My pleasure Master”

John: “Not sure why you’re wearing clothes now though…”

Me: “I…I…”

John: “Get them off…”

Me: “My neighbours might see…”

John: “Are you disobaying your masters wishes slave?”

Me: “No sorry Master…”

John: “Good boy…strip”

I take my shoes, socks and jeans off before my jacket, hoping he would pull the car away, but he didn’t, he just sat there and smiled. I take another quick glance to my neighbours windows before removing my jacket and t-shirt. I’m now fully nude.

John: “Throw your clothes in the back you won’t be needing them again tonight…”

I toss my clothes through the small hole behind the seats into the back of the van. Again I glance at the windows praying nobody is seeing this.

John: “Don’t worry about them, focus on me slave…”

John has dropped his trousers, his vainy cock is fully erect.

John: “Get those soft hands on my cock slut…”

Me: “Yes Master…”

I do as he says. Slowly stroking his cock up and down. His girth fills my grip and his cock is incredibly hard. John reaches over and starts to wank my now fully erect cock. He grips at the perfect position near the bottom of my bellend and wanks me hard. I don’t last two minutes before exploding over his dashboard. The thrill of being caught in a mutual wank session outside of my flat aroused me so much.

John: “Someone’s excited…doesn’t the risk of getting caught make it so much better…now get your lips around my cock slut…”

I quickly arch myself over the hand brake and begin sucking his rock hard cock. I can taste the precum and even though it’s only been two days I’ve missed having a cock in my mouth. He thrusts his hips up and down burying his cock down my throat. I hear him moaning loudly. He’s about to cum. His warm cum fills my throat and I gag as he holds my head down. I’m praying my neighbours aren’t witnessing this.

John: “Good boy, swallow it…you’ll be swallowing plenty of cum tonight little slut”

I sit back up straight and swallow his cum. I see a dog walker approaching, I don’t recognize her which is unusual for our small village. She glances at me. I’m sure she can see I’m topless but she wouldn’t know I’m completely naked with a mans cum in my mouth. She quickly turns her head towards the flats, clearly avoiding further eye contact and walks past abruptly.

John puts the van in gear and pulls away. The next fifteen minutes we spend driving down very narrow country lanes as I’m ordered to play with myself throughout the journey.

John: “Here we are…”

We pull into a long driveway that leads up to a huge old fashioned building. The house is completely secluded, covered in ivy and surrounded by large trees. What a beautiful house. Are all these guys super wealthy?! John pulls the van out front as I see the front door swing open and Joel make his way outside wearing a dressing gown holding a glass tumbler in his hands. John quickly jumps out the van, so I follow suite and step out slowly a little embarrassed about being nude, with some cum still around my cock. The gravel is sharp on my bare feet as I walk awkwardly towards the house.

Joel: “I see our friend left his clothes at home!”

John: “It’s not like he will be needing them tonight!”

Joel: “Very true, how are you John?”

John: “Very well thanks, our little slut here made my journey quite pleasurable!”

Joel: “I knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself”

John: “That fucking mouth…”

Joel: “Let’s get our fuck toy inside shall we…”

I’m standing there awkwardly nude and shivering while they converse staring me up and down. I wonder what they have planned for me. Joel ushers me towards the front door, as I walk past he slaps my bare arse. His dominance excites me. We enter a large hallway as he points towards the end.

Joel: “Go to the last door on the left and jump in the shower”

Me: “Yes master…”

There’s no conversation with these guys, only business. I make my way to the end of eryaman escort the hall and enter a beautiful and enormous bathroom. The whole room is marble, a large walk in shower straddles the wall, a huge mirror dominates the other and every inch is pristine. There’s a darkened glass door on the far wall. Turns out Joel has a sauna! I jump in the shower and wash myself thoroughly using his probably very expensive toiletries. I look over and see the sauna has lit up. Looks like Joel has turned it on. I turn around to face the door and see Joel slipping out of his dressing gown. His immaculately kept toned body is glistening under the bathroom lights. He slides the shower door open and joins me.

Joel: “Nice to have some alone time with you my boy…”

I smile nervously. His confidence is incredible, his dominance clear. I feel a wave of nervous energy wash over me. Joel grips my torso firmly while spinning me around, his arm then wraps around my neck as he flexes his bicep choking me a little but I can still breathe quite comfortably. I start to feel his other hand sliding across my chest, he pinches my nipple hard before sliding his hand down my stomach and onto my now fully erect cock. I feel his huge semi hard cock rest against my arse cheeks as he begins to slowly wank my cock. I’m in heaven. The large shower jets soak our naked bodies as Joel’s wrist tightens further around my neck. I then feel my ear lobe being pinched in-between his teeth as he begins to arch my back. His dominance is driving me wild.

Joel whispers in my ear: “You like Daddy playing with you don’t you boy?”

Me:”Yes Daddy I like it…” I mutter through my closing wind pipe.

Joel flexes his bicep and pulls his wrist inwards hard, choking me fully now, while wanking me even harder with his other hand. I’m about to explode.

Joel whispers again: “…You like it rough don’t you boy?”

Joel loosens his choke hold slightly. I gasp a breath and moan a reply.

Me: “I do Daddy…I like it rough”

Joel: “How much do you want Daddies big cock boy?”

Me: “I want it so much Daddy…Oh daddy…I’m going to cum…”

Joel: “Ask my permission boy…”

I’m holding on, I can feel my cock filling with cum.

Me: “Daddy…can I cum please!”

Joel: “Wait…”

My whole body is now shaking I can’t hold on much longer. The pleasure is unfounded. My torso is now arched backward, my head facing the ceiling, my legs spread wide, Joel’s naked body holding me up, the shower jets soaking both our bodies.

Me: “Oh Daddy please can I cum?!” I moan loudly unable to control myself.

Joel: “You can cum now boy…”

Me: “Fuckkkk…” I shout.

I let myself go, my cock explodes, the orgasm is incredibly intense. My heart is beating out of my chest as I gasp for air. I don’t want the feeling to end.

Me: “Thank you Daddy…thank you…”

Joel: “Good boy…you only cum when Daddy allows it…”

Me: “Yes Daddy…yes Daddy…” I moan exasperated.

Joel spins me around, slaps my face gently.

Joel: “Clean up and wait for me in the sauna…”

Joel leaves the shower, slips his white bath robe on and leaves the bathroom. I can’t help but stare at his every movement, he is a true alpha.

I’ve now cum twice already tonight but my excitement is not diminished. I begin to wonder what’s next as I wash myself thoroughly before entering the sauna. I estimate it to be a five or six man sauna, an impressive feat to have in your house. It smells clean with some lingering olbas oil scents in the warm air.

After a minute or two, my naked body is now covered in sweat. I begin to reflect on how crazy the situation I find myself in and remember it all started from accepting a lift home from Steve. I’m looking forward to seeing him again tonight and would love to see his impressive body glistening in the sauna.

Another minute goes by before John, Joel and another man I do not recognize walk into the bathroom! Jesus, how many are in this crazed sex group! Again my stomach fills with butterflies I cannot help my anxiety. I stare him up and down as I watch him undress. He looks younger than the others, possibly in his forties? A good head of brown hair, a good looking face and in great shape, a very muscular body but with a small pot belly. He then drops his pants and stands confidently showing off his impressive circumcised cock, smaller than Joel, but still far bigger than mine! His tan is impressive and his privates are immaculately smooth. Again, he looks like an alpha male, oozes confidence, I’m guessing a prerequisite for belonging to this group.

My heart begins to pound again as they make their way into the sauna.

Joel: “On your knees boy…”

Me: “Yes Daddy…”

I do as he commands, shuffling down to the esat escort floor and sit on my knees. They all take a seat on the wooden panel bench encircling me. Joel points to the muscle bound alpha while staring at me.

Joel: “This is my friend and your new master Jake…you’re going to do as he commands…”

Me: “Yes Daddy…”

Jake: “Well he’s very well trained…and look at that fucking body”

John: “His mouths not bad either…”

The attention is great. I’ve never been complemented so much. My cock begins to harden again.

Joel: “Get your lips around his cock boy…” as he nods his head towards Jake.

Jake: “Come here then fella…”

Jake spreads his legs wide. His muscular body looking incredible with a layer of glistening sweat. I shuffle across on my knees and position myself in between his enormous legs. I place both my hands on his sweaty muscular thighs and lower my head to his cock. I use my tongue to lift his flaccid uncut cock into my mouth and begin to suck. I stroke his thighs up and down as his cock begins to harden in mouth.

Jake: “Oh yes, you’re not wrong John, he knows how to use that pretty little mouth doesn’t he?”

John: “He certainly does…I like filling it up…”

I’m really starting to enjoy myself, his cock is now fully erect, its big, must be over seven inches and girthy. I bounce my head up and down while tickling his bellend with my tongue. I then feel his hand on the back of my head. I know what’s coming, this is where he takes control. He forces my head down as his warm cock slides down my throat. My tongue is now trapped under his vainy cock. The sauna heat has relaxed my muscles and I don’t gag too much. He starts to thrust upwards. I’m now once again at the will of my master and my mouth becomes a fuck hole. I’m really hot and struggling to breathe but he continues to fuck my throat quicker and harder. I’m now gagging loudly and my eyes begin to tear. After several minutes of punishment I feel a pulse move through a big vain on the underside of his cock. He holds my head down as his cum fills up my throat. I cough the cum back into my mouth just before he quickly fucks my throat again one last time through my cum filled mouth. Finally he releases my head and I jolt upwards swallow his cum and take several gasps of air, he gives me the customary face slap before I fall back on my knees.

Jake: “Good little fuck boy…he takes it well doesn’t he…”

Joel: “Slave, go take a quick cold shower and come back in…”

Me: “Yes Daddy…”

I’m relieved as I’m definitely starting to overheat.

After a quick shower, I come back in and return to my position in the middle of the floor. I can’t help staring at Jake’s Adonis like body. I can’t believe I haven’t even spoken a word to him but I’ve swallowed his cum! I guess I should get used to it!

John and Joel almost in tandem spread their legs wide.

John: “Get your hands around our cocks slut boy…”

Me: “Yes Master…”

I manoeuvre myself slightly but remain sitting on my knees. I grasp both their cocks in my hands and begin to wank them slowly. As their cocks begin to harden in my hands, I notice the ridiculous size of Joel’s erect cock, it must be close to nine inches! How did I ever manage to take that enormous cock in my arse and mouth. My hand struggles to wrap around his girth. I feel the urge to suck it but I await my masters commands.

Joel: “Jake did you watch the video of our little friend here being spitroasted the other day?”

Jake: “Oh yes I did, had to knock one out at work when that popped up on the chat!”

Joel: “You enjoyed being spitroasted didn’t you boy?”

He’s not wrong. Being spitroasted was incredible.

Me: “Yes…yes I did Daddy.”

Joel: “You want it again don’t you?”

Me: “Yes Daddy I do…”

Joel: “Beg us…”

I’m not quite sure how to respond, but I play along.

Me: “Daddy I want to be spitroasted…”

Joel: “Tell us where you want our cocks boy?”

Me: “I want your cocks in my mouth and arse Daddy…”

Joel: “…and what do you want us to do with our cocks boy?”

Me: “I want you to fuck me Daddy…”

Joel: “You want it rough boy?”

Me: “Yes Daddy I want it rough…”

Joel: “John, you heard the boy, our little whore is gagging for it”

Jake: “Let me get my phone…”

John: “Get on your hand and knees slut…”

I do as he commands.

John: “Not down there…up here.”

John points to the bench that him and Joel are sitting on. I climb up between them, drop on my hands and knees, bend over arch my back and spread my legs as wide as the bench allows. I feel John’s finger tickling my wet ring, making circles before slipping a finger inside, I moan quietly. We are all now sweating etimesgut escort profusely, I feel like a complete slut and I love it.

Jake comes back in, sits down opposite us, grabs his cock with one hand and begins to wank while pointing his camera phone directly at me with the other. Another video for the sex group I imagine!

Joel takes a fist full of my hair before whispering in my ear.

Joel: “Look into the camera and beg your daddies to fuck you…”

I turn my head to the side and face the camera.

Me: “Daddies please fuck me…” I moan…I turn my head to face Joel before he slaps me again.

Joel: “..tell the camera how you want to be fucked…”

I turn my head to the side again, seeing Jake still masturbating while filming.

Me: “I want it rough Daddy!” I shout loudly.

Joel: “Lets punish our little fuck boy shall we…”

John: “Let’s”

I feel John’s rock hard cock squeezing into my crack, I relax and push out as his cock slides smoothly inside. I moan and arch my back further. The hot sauna has really relaxed my muscles, I feel nothing but pleasure as John begins to fuck me. Joel then grips another handful of hair and places two fingers on my lips. I look up into his eyes and slowly suck his fingers. He smiles before pulling his fingers out, grips the base of his semi erect monster and drops his cock on my bottom lip. John starts to fuck me harder and deeper as I move my lips around Joel’s huge girth. I take a huge mouthful and begin sucking. I feel John’s sweaty hips slapping my cheeks as he picks up the pace. The pleasure is incredibly intense as I struggle to moan out of my cock filled mouth. I see Jake out of the corner of my eye now standing, still masturbating and getting different camera angles of this incredibly erotic fuck session.

John: “Take it deep you fucking slut…”

I love it when they degrade me. I arch my back further and spread my arse hole wider as John pounds me furiously. Joel begins to slide his huge cock deeper into my mouth. I struggle to take his length before gagging. He wraps both his hands around my head and starts to throat fuck me roughly. I’m now at the mercy of my masters as they oblige my desire to be spitroasted. I quickly imagine the how erotic this video will look.

John shouts: “Take this fucking load deep you slut…”

After a few minutes of rough fucking, John unloads inside me as Joel’s cock completely fills my throat. My cock is rock hard again. My body trembles with pleasure. I feel John’s cock slide out and cum drip down my crack. Seconds go by before I feel another cock force deep into my arse hole. I struggle to glance to the side seeing John holding the camera. Jake, the Adonis, has plunged his girthy cock straight into my arse without hesitation. His extra size brings about some pain but it’s completely outweighed by the intense pleasure of him punishing my g-spot. I struggle to draw air through my nose as my heart pounds from the heat and adrenaline. Jake’s hands firmly wrap around my waist as the sound of his hips slapping my cheeks fills the sauna. I feel Joel’s cock pulsating as he fills my mouth with another huge load, before slapping my tear and sweat soaked face hard.

Joel whispers in my ear again: “Say thank you to Daddy for punishing you…”

Me: “Thank…you…for…punishing…me…Daddy…” I stutter a single word out between each thrust of Jake pounding my arse so hard.

Me: “Ohh fuck me Daddy…fuck me…” I moan uncontrollably lost in the sensation of being fucked by an Adonis.

I feel Jake’s arm wrap around my waist as he lifts me into a cowgirl position. I wrap my sweaty legs either side of his and slowly lower my arse as he guides his cock inside me. I’ve never been on top before! I ride him deep as he massages my chest and pinches my nipples. He then slaps both his hands on my arse cheeks and grips tight. I get a huge rush of pleasure and start to bounce quicker on his girthy cock. He grips my arse cheeks harder and forces my arse down as I take his cock deeper and deeper every thrust. The feeling of riding a muscular sweaty alpha is exhilarating, I feel like I could cum.

Me: “Fuck your cock is so good, I want to cum…!” I moan

John: “Look at him ride that cock like a pro!”

Jake shouts: “Fucking hell!”

Jake then roughly flips me onto my back, forces my legs onto my chest and continues to bury is cock in and out my abused hole.

Jake: “I’m going to fill that fucking tight arse up…”

Me: “Please cum inside Daddy…” I moan.

Jake then grips my neck and chokes me while pounding downwards a few more times before holding his cock deep inside me.

Jake: “Jesus fucking christ…take that you slut…”

Me: “Oh Daddy yes…” I struggle to moan while being choked.

He fills my arse with his warm cum before pulling out and collapsing back on the bench.

John: “That’s going to make one hell of a video…good boy!”

John opens the sauna door and I feel a welcome rush of cool air enter.

Joel: “Now I think its time we tie our slave up don’t you?”

John: “Agree!”

Jake: “Now we’re talking!”

Joel: “Come with me slave.”

Me: “Yes Master…”

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Jack drove The Flashmobile into the garage. Brian parked his bright blue Mercedes SUV in the driveway. He and Chris followed Jack into the kitchen.

Chris and Brian were still in their stage costumes. Chris was wearing red high-topped sneakers, tight white gym shorts that showed off his butt and crotch bulge, and a sprayed-on blue tank top that highlighted his muscular arms and chest.

Brian was dressed in his usual male dancer costume: a black cowboy hat, shiny black cowboy boots, skintight black pants, and an open black leather vest that showed off his sinewy body and light chocolate skin.

Jack closed the garage door and checked the security system with his phone. It didn’t show any unusual activity. He left Brian and Chris in the living room and went into the master bedroom.

He took his ankle holster off and stashed the baby Sig in the gun safe. He thought for a few seconds, then took the Sig P320 out of his belly holster and stored it in the nightstand’s inconspicuous middle drawer. He usually secured all his weapons, but not this time.

Back in the living room, Brian was standing with his pants and boxers around his ankles. Chris was on his knees, sucking Brian’s mammoth hard-on.

“I was going to ask if you guys wanted a drink,” Jack said. “But, I guess not.”

Brian was grinning. “Sorry, man. Couldn’t wait.”

“That’s certainly understandable.” Jack walked over to Brian and kissed him, hard with a lot of tongue. Brian growled and pushed Chris away, then grabbed Jack and pulled their bodies together, grinding his hard-on against the bulge in Jack’s jeans.

Chris stood up, moved behind Jack, and pulled his pants down. He’d gone commando and his painfully hard cock snapped up like a switchblade.

“Damn! You guys are hot.” Chris stepped out of his shorts and kicked them away, then pulled his jockstrap to the side and pressed his stiff rod between Jack’s butt cheeks. He humped Jack’s crack while Jack and Brian kissed and rubbed cocks.

“You’ve sure got a pretty dick,” Brian said. His rod, like Jack’s stiff pole, was no giant, but still considerably longer and thicker than average.

He curled his fingers around both their shafts and jacked their straining members, rubbing his thumb over their cock-heads at the top of each stroke and smearing the precum leaking from their tips.

The tension in Jack’s balls built rapidly. He’d done this as a teenager, with guys who weren’t ready to fuck or even suck cock. “That feels good. But, if you keep it up, I’m gonna come.”

“We sure don’t want that.” Brian let go of Jack’s throbbing pole.

“Nope.” Jack pulled away from Brian, then twisted around and gripped both black studs’ big hard cocks. “Not when I’ve got two sexy men to play with.” He stroked Chris’s and Brian’s rods, slowly running his closed fists up and down their swollen shafts and over their bulging cock-heads. “And you’re the hottest guys I’ve been with in quite a while.”

“Damn straight!” Brian growled, cupping Jack’s balls and squeezing them gently.

“You’re pretty hot yourself.” Chris curled his fingers etlik escort around Jack’s stiff pole and rubbed his thumb over its cock-head, smearing the precum leaking from its tip. “Sexiest detective I’ve ever been with.”

“Have you been with many private dicks?” Jack tightened his grip on the cocks in his hands.

“Dicks?” Chris laughed. “Sure. And it was usually private. Sorta, anyway.” He looked Jack over, lingering on his crotch. “But, you’re the first detective.”

“It’s great to be first.” Jack sank to his knees between Brian and Chris. He alternated between them, sucking one man’s cock–bobbing over its swollen shaft and licking its head–while fondling the other man’s stiff rod. Then, he’d switch.

His own cock was painfully stiff. It had been a while since he’d had sex with two men at once and it was as exciting as ever.

Jack stood up, still holding the men’s hard-ons. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He kissed Brian and Chris, then pulled his jeans up and led them into the bedroom.

They stripped hastily. Jack lay on his back at the foot of the bed and folded his knees against his chest.

Chris whistled appreciatively. “Oh yeah! Our private dick has a pretty little butthole.” He fell to his knees, then put his hands on Jack’s buttocks and pulled them apart. “Perfect for fucking.”

Jack lifted his head to look at him. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“Not yet.” Chris bent forward. Lightning shot from Jack’s anus to his rock-hard cock as the sexy drummer’s hot breath caressed his asshole.

“Oh yeah!” Brian said. “Eat his ass.” He scrambled onto the bed, straddled Jack’s shoulders, and pressed his hard-on between Jack’s lips. “While I fuck his face.” He worked his rod in and out of Jack’s mouth, filling it with the taste of precum and hot male flesh, while Chris kissed, licked, and nibbled around Jack’s anus, gradually moving in.

Jack moaned and pushed his butt back into Chris’s face. “You like that.” Chris licked up and down Jack’s butt crack, teasing his rosebud.

“Um… Hum…” Jack sucked Brian’s plunging pole while Chris’s flat tongue stroked his asshole, sending waves of pleasure surging through his body.

Jack’s stiff cock jerked as Chris put his fingertips around the edges of his rosebud and pulled it open, wide enough to take a cock.

“Fuckin’ A, that’s good!” Brian pulled his swollen pole out of Jack’s mouth and turned around to face Chris. He jerked Jack’s dick and squeezed his balls while Chris pulled his ass cheeks open wider and pushed his pointed tongue into Jack’s anus, gradually teasing it open.

Jack bucked and growled, pushing back as Chris thrust his tongue in deeper, aggressively eating Jack’s ass. He was close to coming when Chris stood up and said, “I’m gonna fuck your ass now.”

“Great!” Jack pushed Brian’s hand away from his throbbing dick. “I’m ready for a good hard ride.”

“Well, you’re going to get it.” Chris looked around. “I bet the lube’s in the nightstand.”

“You’d bet right.” Jack gripped the insides of his eve gelen escort knees and pulled them tightly against his chest, lifting his butt even higher. “I need a good anal workout.” He smiled at Brian’s stiff rod and bulging balls hanging over his face. “And you and I…” He curled his fingers around the sexy bass player’s rigid pole. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, too.”

“I’m already having fun.” Brian reached down and pinched Jack’s nipples. “Just watching.”

“That party’s just starting.” Chris got the lube and moved behind Jack. “So, you better be ready.” He squirted a big blob of lube on his index finger and pressed it between Jack’s buttocks.

Jack’s painfully stiff cock jerked as Chris’s finger stroked his rosebud. “That’s good,” he said. “But, you don’t have to be gentle. I’m no scared virgin.”

“Oh, I know that.” Chris slid his slick finger up Jack’s asshole, stopping with his curled knuckles pressed against Jack’s buttocks. “Virgins are fun…” He put more lube on his index finger and worked it in and out of Jack’s butt. “… And I’ve had a few out on the road… But a real man’s a lot better.” Chris lubricated his hard-on and pressed its head into Jack’s pucker.

Jack’s cock throbbed and his nuts tightened as the black stud’s cock-head penetrated his anal ring. “Fuck yeah!” he gasped.

“So, you like that?” Chris stopped with his broad cock-head just inside Jack’s anal entrance. He pulled out and then pushed in again. Jack groaned and tightened his grip on Brian’s rod as more erotic energy surged through his body.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Jack stroked Brian’s rod as Chris teased his ass, slipping his cock-head in and out of Jack’s anal ring. “Give me your big hard cock. All of it.” He swung his hips up, driving Chris’s swollen pole all the way up his asshole.

“Damn, that’s good!” Chris growled. Jack’s cock jerked as the big stud fucked his ass with long hard strokes. “Private dicks have hot tight assholes.”

“He’s all-over sexy,” Brian said, lowering his body over Jack’s and taking Jack’s dick in his mouth.

Brian’s stiff cock pressed against Jack’s face. He gripped its rigid shaft and guided it between his lips. He rolled his hips in time with Chris’s rough thrusts while he and Brian sucked and jerked each other’s dicks.

Jack felt dizzy and hot. He’d never done this before. He liked it when a man wanted to sixty-nine, but he preferred taking turns, so he could concentrate on giving or receiving. And fucking and sucking dick were the same. Great, but better separate. But this combination… stimulating his asshole, cock, and mouth at the same time… It was so fucking intense.

“Oh fuck!” Chris growled. “I’m coming.” He hammered Jack’s butt, sending hard pulses of hot cum splashing against his anal walls.

Jack’s cock throbbed as he and Brian sucked each other’s dicks, but he didn’t shoot. Neither did Brian, although he could tell the sexy bass player was as close as he was.

“Man!” Chris pulled his rod out of Jack’s butt and staggered away. “Private gaziosmanpaşa escort dicks are awesome!”

Jack untangled himself from Brian and they both stood up. “You two are pretty awesome.” He kissed Chris and then Brian. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” His cock was so fuckin’ hard! “Now, it’s your turn.”

“Who?” Chris asked. “Me or Brian?” Both men’s dicks were rock-hard.

“Both of you.” Jack grabbed Chris and bent him over the bed, then looked at Brian. “You too.”

“Oh yeah.” Brian positioned himself beside Chris and they both waved their butts at Jack.

Jack loved butts. Especially sexy athletic black men’s butts. He wanted to take his time and worship those beautiful sculpted buns, then gradually move in to lick and kiss their hot male assholes, warming them up for his stiff pole…

But, his hard-on would not be denied. He hastily lubricated Chris’s and Brian’s assholes and his blazing rod, then drove into Chris’s butt, fucking him hard and fast.

“That’s right!” Chris swung his hips in time with Jack’s rough thrusts. “Give me your big hard dick!”

“I’m just getting started.” Jack pulled out of Chris’s butthole and moved to Brian, taking him just as roughly.

Chris and Brian rocked their hips as Jack alternated between them, hammering their asses. He was close to coming in Chris’s ass when Brian straightened up and moved behind him.

He grabbed Jack’s hips and brought him to a stop with his dick buried deep in Chris’s butt. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He picked up the lube and smeared the slippery gel on his stiff cock and Jack’s butthole.

Jack held still as Brian’s cock-head entered his asshole, taking it slowly and carefully. He gasped and his cock throbbed as the bass player’s big knob slipped through his anal ring and into his depths.

“You okay?” the big black stud asked.

“Yeah. Just take it easy. I don’t want to come too fast.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” He took Jack’s asshole, starting with slow short strokes, but gradually gaining speed and lengthening his thrusts.

The tightness in Jack’s balls receded and he swung his hips, driving his cock into Chris’s muscular butthole while fucking his own ass on Brian’s big rod. “Come on,” he growled. “Fuck me hard. I’m ready for you now.”

“You bet your ass.” Brian rammed Jack’s butt while he plowed Chris.

The cum was boiling in Jack’s balls when the first blast of Brian’s cum exploded into his asshole. That set Jack off and he hammered Chris’s fuckhole, emptying his nuts while Brian filled his butt with hot man cream.

Spent, the men collapsed in a heap on the bed. They recovered after a few minutes, stumbled into the bathroom, and took a long shower together, running soap-slick hands over each other’s bodies.

They dried off and went back to bed. It was 2:45 a.m. and they were all exhausted. Jack fell asleep between Brian and Chris.

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Copyright © 2022 by Ken James

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

Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message.

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

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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My name is Alex Joy and I can’t believe this is my story.

Tina was my first college girlfriend. She was my first serious girlfriend too. My friends had all lost their virginity in high school but for me it just didn’t happen. It wasn’t like I didn’t try, it’s just that the girls I wanted didn’t want me and the ones that wanted me I just wasn’t into. My best friend Danny told me to just go ahead and do it but I couldn’t bring myself to lie to a girl for sex when I wasn’t into her.

I left for college a virgin, technically. Over the summer I got a blow job from Danny’s older sister and I’d kissed girls and done hand stuff but it seemed like every guy at college was more experienced than me.

Besides experience I just didn’t look like the kind of guy woman want to fuck. I was skinny, no muscle on me at all, my face was more pretty than handsome. I couldn’t grow a Mustache at of any kind let alone a beard, and even at a large state college I couldn’t catch a break. I thought I would never get laid, but then I met Tina.

I met her at church. Yes I was so desperate to get laid I started going to church. I figured it was the only place that being a virgin might work in my favor and I guess I was right. Not only was Tina beautiful she was also really horny. We met at Bible study and she got naked in my dorm room the same night. She wouldn’t let me fuck her until we got married, but she was willing to do a lot until then. Almost every night she stayed with me and almost every night she gave me a hand job. I learned how to finger her pussy in a way she liked and got pretty good at eating pussy. Still I wanted to fuck her but it was off the table. We had talked about maybe letting me fuck her ass but when we tried it hurt her too much.

Overall I was pretty happy and after 6 months we were getting pretty serious and I started to believe maybe we would get married some day. Things were about to get more serious when she invited me to spend Christmas with her and her father.

I was a little nervous, Tina described her father as way more religious than her(and that was saying something) I was worried my entire Christmas would be spent at church, and I wouldn’t even be able to get a hand job. I was relieved to hear that we would spend break in a hotel connected to the biggest indoor water park in the country. One hitch was we all had to stay in the same hotel room. Tina said her dad tried to get another room for me but the entire hotel was booked for the holiday.

When I met her dad it wasn’t as bad as I thought. He was a big man, muscular, there didn’t seem to be any fat on him at all (this was confirmed when I saw him in a swimsuit) When we met he was friendly and shook my hand. “Good to meet you Alex. Tina tells me you’re a nice boy.” His grip was like iron and he almost crushed my hand but his smile was warm and friendly and soon I felt like part of the family.

I still wouldn’t be able to fool around with Tina but her dad was fun, and Tina came out of the bathroom in her bikini I was really glad I decided to join them. Her body was perfect and the black sleek dikmen escort material complemented it perfectly. It wasn’t a thong but it it showed a lot of her ass. Cheeky is how they described the style in my Victoria’s Secret catalog.

Mr. Smith looked impressive in his suit as well. His chest was hairy in that masculine way but not so hairy it was gross and his muscles looked like the were Chiseled from stone. He wore a pair of black shorts that seemed a little too tight. It showed off his ass which was as perfect as his daughters (I mean if you were into men)and the fabric didn’t hide much in the front either. His cock was clearly huge under there. If it was that big soft he must look like a porn star when it was hard. I felt a little insecure as I changed in front of him. My cock was average, well the smaller side of average, when it was hard. But soft it looked like a child’s cock.

I wore baggy swim trunks and felt a little out of place with Tina and her father. They looked like models and I looked like anything but, with my sunken hairless chest and skinny arms and legs. I didn’t feel bad for long though. Tina held my hand when we waited in line for the water slides and even kissed me once right in front of her dad. If he was uncomfortable with this he didn’t show it. Our first day was wonderful and by the end I was exhausted.

Mr Smith said he felt the same way and suggested we go back to the room and order room service. We took turns showing and wore the hotel robes. Tina looked sexy in her robe like she looked sexy in everything. She was a huge tease and flashed me her perfect breasts when her father went to answer the door when the food arrived. Tired as I was I was so horny. I was grateful that the robe covered my hard cock.

Mr. Smith had us join hands in prayer and he called on God to forgive our sins and punish the wicked. As he finished by thanking God for the food we were about to eat I was reminded how big and strong his hands were. His fingers were covered in rough calluses like a man who did manual labor for a living. My hand by comparison was soft and small, looking almost like a child’s hand in his. Then we feasted on hamburgers and French fries and finished with ice cream sundaes. I was stuffed and exhausted and even though it was early it was hard to keep my eyes open. Mr Smith suggested we go to bed early and I agreed. We could get a good nights sleep and have more fun in the morning.

Tina and her dad took the two beds in the room while I slept on a cot they had wheeled in. It wasn’t uncomfortable and the room was quiet and pitch black l. I couldn’t sleep even as tired as I was. I couldn’t stop thinking about Tina, her perfect breast, that beautiful ass. I wondered if I could sneak into the bathroom and jerk off.

I was just about to try when I heard someone stirring in one of the beds. A bolt of excitement went through me as I thought Tina might be feeling the same as me. But I could still hear her steady breathing, no, she was still sound asleep. It must be Mr Smith getting up to pee.

I could hear him untangling himself from the covers and take a few careful elvankent escort steps in my direction. His hand touched the foot of my cot. I figured he was just being careful not to trip over me but he didn’t stop. He felt around until he found my foot, then it moved slowly up my leg. I thought he was being awful careful, and maybe he didn’t know he was touching me. I was still under the cover. I pretended to be asleep until his hand grabbed my cock through the blankets! I inhaled sharply intending to protest. His other hand clapped over my mouth stifling my gasp.

He was incredibly strong, I thrashed in the cot unable to free myself from either of his grips. “Stop it!” He hissed in my ear and tightened his grip to make his point. I thought he would crush my jaw or rip my cock off and I froze! “You were thinking about Fucking my daughter Alex!” I tried to shake my head but I couldn’t move.

“Don’t lie to me Alex, you’d be Fucking her now if I wasn’t here! She’s a Christian girl Alex and I won’ let you defile her. Maybe I’m wrong, only God can see into your mind. I wouldn’t be a good father if I didn’t make sure every man who got near her was worthy.” He was almost on top of me now. As he said this he released his grip on my cock, sliding his hand under the covers only to grab it again. Why had I gone to bed in just the roan? I’d never been touched like this by another man. The calluses on his hands felt almost nice against the soft skin of my cock, even though nothing about this situation was nice. Slowly he move his other hand off my mouth and shushed my sigh with his index finger while the hand on my cock started to stoke me.

“I have to punish you Alex, I can’t have you thinking about my daughter that way.” His lips were touching my ear now and his hot breath sent shivers down my neck. “Maybe you’ve fucked her already! Is it true Alex? Have you fucked my little girl?” I shook my head frantically, afraid to speak. “No I suppose not, you’re too weak for that.” He said the last word with disgust. “But you want to fuck her don’t you? Your cock doesn’t lie.” I couldn’t deny this. “Or maybe your a pervert Alex. Maybe you like having your girlfriend’s father stoked your cock. Is that it? Were you hoping this would happen? Are you a dirty faggot Alex?”

I tried to deny it but his hand felt so good. I was breathing harder now and not just out of fear. His other hand was inside my robe now and when he pinched one of my nipples I came… hard. I bit my lip and grunted as my cum exploded under the covers. His cum covered hand released my cock. Maybe he’s done I thought, but I quickly realized it wasn’t so. I cringed as he wiped my cum from his hand on to my face.

“Why do you cringe Alex? Does your cum disgust you? But you were going to put this disgusting stuff inside my daughter? Why would you do that Alex? Lick it clean Alex! If it’s good enough for my daughter it’s good enough for your faggot mouth! Lick it clean!”

Feeling helpless I did as he told. I had tasted my cum before. It wasn’t disgusting. I licked off every drop and continued to run my tongue over his rough hand afraid to stop. Next emek escort he shoved his index finger in my mouth. Not knowing what to do I sucked on it and he moved it in and out of my mouth. A thought occurred to me. Was he going to stick his cock in my mouth? My body shivered at the thought.

“I’m not done with you yet Alex.” He tossed my blankets aside and I laid there fully exposed, covered only by the darkness in the room. He turned me on side and the fingers still wet from my mouth started probing my ass. “No!” I gasped and tried to move away. He pinned me down his lips again touching my ear “Shut up faggot! Do you want Tina to see you like this? Maybe you want her to see the faggot you are.” My eyes teared up and I choked back a sob, but I stopped trying to get away and let him continue.

His finger was inside me now, I felt so helpless. Even worse my cock started getting hard again. “You must be a faggot Alex. Do you play with yourself down hear?” I managed to choke out a denial. “Are you sure Alex? Your ass is very welcoming to my fingers.” To make his point he inserted a second finger and my cock became fully hard again. Soon he was Fucking my ass with 3 fingers. I clamped my hands over my mouth to quiet the moans I couldn’t stop from escaping my throat and again I came, harder than before.

I don’t know how long I lay there, the tears kept coming. Then he lifted me like I weighed nothing and set me down on my stomach on his bed. My robe was completely off now and I lay there naked waiting for what I knew was coming next. I felt the heart radiating from him as he positioned himself over me and his weight came down on me crushing the air from my lungs. When I felt the head of his cock press against my ass I panicked. It was huge! Much bigger than his 3 fingers. There was no way it could fit inside me! But there was nothing I could do! Once again a hand covered my mouth. The musky smell meant it was the hand he had fucked my ass with. I tried to scream as he forced his cock inside my but I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs.

He started Fucking me, slowly at first. The pain consumed me but I stopped trying to fight it. Somehow my cock was getting hard again and I came a third time before he got to his full speed.

The rest of the night was a blur. My body must have slipped into shock. Again and again he fucked me, changing position every few minutes. When the first light of the morning came through the window I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders. My head hung over the side of the bed and I could see Tina still sound asleep. Could she sleep through anything? Mr Smith continued softly grunting over me until finally with a long moan he filled me with cum.

The next few minutes we cleaned up the evidence of what had happened. I was surprised how little I had bled throughout it all. Mr Smith brought me into the bathroom and climbed in the shower with me. He gently washed every inch of me. I stopped caring about being caught but Tina slept on.

An hour later Tina woke to find us dressed in fresh robes and sitting down to breakfast. “Sorry I slept so late” she said sweetly a and got up from the bed to hug and kiss me. “What’s wrong?” She ask seeing me wince in pain.

“His back is just a little sore from that cot” said Mr Smith before I could answer. Tina frowned “you poor thing, I’ll take a turn on on the cot tonight.”

“Nonsense ” said Mr Smith. “Alex is practically family, he can share this bed with me. We can’t have him cripple his back when we still have another week here.”

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These 2 old guys owned a big Spanish architectural home. I cleaned their pool Thursdays. I once carried a yellow container of chlorine by a sliding glass door and saw them doubling up on a younger cross dresser. One of them had their cock on his tongue and the other was pounding his wobbly bubble ass with a red thong pulled off to the side not to obstruct the animalistic thrusting. I watched the fem’s ass jiggle as he moaned with his mouth cock-filled. Nobody noticed me.

I was a 24-year-old pool maintenance technician. I went home and shaved my entire body in a hot shower. I ran the mobile shower head and sprayed between my thighs. I imagined being molested by the two old men. My erection turned hard, but I left it alone. I only been fucked a handful of times and gave up on women that year.

The following Thursday I shaved my body like a peeled potato. I put on a thong and twerked my medium sized bubble ass in the mirror. The 2 old men usually stayed inside when I worked. But one in a purple bathrobe, as he smoked a joint in the corner of the fence. He said, “You do good work.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

I always worked the pool at 3:30PM, which seemed to be a busybody time for them. They never seemed to enjoy their yard then but there was evidence their yard was of frequent use. Everything was clean, and things always moved: pool towels, ashtrays, magazines pinned down with stones, binocular locations, and one time there was a tub of organic coconut oil.

I pulled up in my white pool truck about 4:30PM. I wore jeans and a white t-shirt. Underneath was a tiny black thong from Victoria’s Secret. I had no plan. But for the first time I heard splashing. My cock swelled up as I carried a 5-gallon chlorine container cebeci escort and a gallon of acid. The splashing stopped when their side gate squeaked. My 150-pound, brown eyed and haired, 6-foot, slim body came around. Both men naked in the shallow end paused and looked at me. I saw a half filled fifth of Vodka on the patio table with a pitcher of orange juice. I smelled the sweet California marijuana.

“Well hello there,” the Santa Clause looking one said.

“Hey guys,” I said.

“You are later than usual, we didn’t think you were going to show,” the Vincent Price looking one said.

“Sorry about that, I started late today,” I said.

“No worries, do you need for us to get out?” Santa said.

“The pool looks great,” I said. “Just going to test it quick.”

I could see the Vincent Price look alike with glassy eyes trying to move his mouth to form a sentence which came out. “You’re welcome to have a drink and come in, I mean if you are done with your pool schedule.”

“This is my last,” I said.

Vincent said, “My name is Chuck.”

“I am Chris,” Santa said. “And you are?”

“I am Kevin,” I said. “Thank you for the drink.”

“Cups over there,” Chris said. “Hey, can you hand me the remote.”

I handed Chris the remote and his cock was huge, semi hard, parallel to the pool surface like a great white shark. I made an effort to leer.

“Its 8 inches, they use to call me the Bubble Wrecker,” he said.

“Impressive,” I said. I grew dizzy and turned to fill my red cup with vodka and orange juice.

A blast of air came from a speaker bolted to the patio ceiling. A soft techno song blurred out. The beats thumped çukurambar escort my body under my clothes like a new pulse. The first 3 sips burned with the orange’s acid and the vodka’s alcohol. I finished the cup in two minutes and poured another. The two men tossed a tennis ball to each other in the shallow end. Both of their cocks: semi hard just splashing the surface like dolphins.

“There is a joint on the table,” Chuck said.

My ritual of pot smoke and 3 drinks lasted about 25 minutes. It was four techno songs later, which all kept the same pounding beats. The men continued to play catch as I paced around in the shade and flipped through some upscale real estate magazines. I took off my shirt and slid down my jeans. With a red filled cup and my body draped in a thong, I descend naked as a Jay-Bird into the sunlight. The bleached patio burned my feet as the Atlantic Ocean Breeze whipped my thighs and hair strands.

“Damn,” Chuck said.

Chris fumbled with a small capsule on the pool deck, rocketed something from his fingernail up his 76-year-old nostril. “You want to see the Bubble Wrecker?” His cock grew more like 9 inches, hard as stone and cleared the pool surface.

I finished my drink, walked to in the shallowest part of the pool and bent over placing my elbows on the hot cement. The pool water surface shimmied several inches below my bare white ass. I closed my eyes and listened to him break through the water like Godzilla as he descended onto Tokyo.

“Chuck doesn’t fuck but sure enjoys getting sucked.”

“I am here,” I said.

Chris did not fondle my ass, nor spank my cheeks. I felt my thong being peeled off and pulled demetevler escort down to strangle my outer thighs until it broke apart. It felt like a soft forearm sliding between the top part of my cheeks. He groaned. His breathing increased. His hard cock bounced my lower back and upper ass.

“The Bubble Wrecker is in effect, yo!” Chris said.

The water splashed the side tiles and spayed my neck and chin. The tips of my fingers were interrupted by a purple yoga mat. I lifted them and my palms landed on a cold soft cushion. Chuck’s smooth tan cock smacked my forehead. I opened wide. And he slid it in.

I felt the Bubble Wrecker violate and pinch the inner part of my ass. It jolted me. I grabbed the back of Chuck’s ass to ground myself. In doing that his cock slid further in my mouth. It was a pretty good slide. I held the base of it with my fingers and tasted the salt. He moaned when I kissed the mushroom of it. It was a lot of fun. I sucked it to the back of my throat and kissed the mushroom again. He moaned.

“You love daddy’s cock,” Chuck said.

I felt the Bubble Wrecker’s pressure. His meaty cock poured in me invading my entire ass. He kept it still. I lost track of Chuck’s cock as it spilled out. I sucked several spots of his nut sack and softly masturbated his wet dick back to the top of my tongue.

“Tight pussy right there, yo,” the Bubble Wrecker said.

Wrecker’s cock slid playfully stinging my insides like a proper dad’s spanking. He owned it all between my cheeks; rocking their flesh like washing machines. Chuck was watching my ass getting pounded. And his hot white load splattered across my brow. I put him back in mid gush and swallowed good.

“Clean my fucking pool after I fill this pussy good,” Wrecker said.

I would have laughed but his U-Boat size cock flooded my ass with lava and we both screamed the ducks back into the clouds.

The pool water washed the sticky coat off me as I dressed and poured the chemicals in.

“See you guys next Thursday?” I said.

“Sure.”

“Absolutely.”

The end.

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