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The first time I see Alex, he is naked.

I struggle uphill with my suitcase from the university bus stop to what looks like the main entrance. I try to convince the receptionist that I speak French. I sign my name and he passes me the room keys. As I leave, he says undecipherably,

“Votre colocataire, Alexandre, est déjà là.”

Still wondering about this pronouncement, I pull the suitcase up another hill towards a group of brick buildings. Is this place built on a mountain? Then it hits me. Shit! A roommate. I have to share my room with someone else. This is not good; I need my own space. I try all of the keys to get into the accommodation block, and then find the room on the third floor. It’s cloudy and humid, I’m sweating. It’s not what I expected in the South of France, well, maybe the heat. I’m only here for a week. How bad can it get?

I open the door. Alex is stretched out on the bed, reading a book. His feet are crossed, pillows doubled up beneath his head. Alex’s mop of dark hair and his olive skin contrasts against the white linen. He looks up with hazel eyes. A mole on his cheek perfects his face. I am intimidated both by his beauty and by his nudity. I glance away, moving quickly to the remaining bed.

Alex says something that I don’t catch, so I reply, “Bonjour.” It seems appropriate.

I want to stare at Alex, but I know that I can’t. I’m twenty years old, gay, and very much in the closet. Speaking of closets, I can’t open my locker. I mess around with the keys, but none of them turn the lock.

“Tu dois obtenir la clé à la réception,” Alex says.

“Où est la clé?” I try.

Alex immediately switches into English.

He smiles, “Sorry, I saw your name on the list and I thought you would be French.”

“I’m Alex. Théodore, it’s often a French name,” he says.

Not in this case, I’m tempted to make a snide remark. I realize that I’m being defensive, Alex is trying to help me. Anyway, I need to go back to reception and ask for my locker key.

I descend the hill to the office. The reception guy isn’t there, instead his replacement is an older woman. There’s a queue this time, probably because she’s handing out the right keys. Eventually it’s my turn. I explain that I have already registered and that I need the locker key. There is some tutting and one of my keys is replaced by another. My key is given to another student waiting in the office. I return back towards the block; all the time I’m thinking about Alex. When I reach the front door, Alex is leaving with a girl. He is wearing shorts and t-shirt now, but his feet are bare. Alex doesn’t recognize me, he is laughing with the girl. I feel an edge of disappointment and jealousy. At least I will have the room to myself to unpack.

There is an orientation meeting that evening. The room is mostly full of girls and Alex sits with his friend. He writes a few lines in a black notebook. I have my laptop. I discover that Alex is studying philosophy in Paris. I wonder why he’s taking a history of art summer school. It’s my subject, and I want to explore everything that the course has to offer. We are given our class lists for the week. I find my name. I don’t share any classes with Alex apart from the field trip on Tuesday. That will make things easier, less awkward. I go back to the accommodation, Alex doesn’t return that night.

I wake early on Monday morning. The room is already full of light from behind the thin curtains. There is no air conditioning. It was hot and I’m sleeping naked, half twisted in a sheet. Seeing Alex sleeping in his bed, I feel embarrassed by my exhibitionism. He must have come back when I was asleep. I wrap my towel, find my clothes, and walk quietly down the hallway to the showers before they get busy. I pick up my bag on the way out so that I don’t have to return to the room, I’m glad that we don’t have to speak.

On Monday evening it is still hot and cloudy. The room is suffocating after being closed all day, so I open the window. I hang around in the tv lounge; the news says that Nasa has landed a rover on Mars. When the room is bearable again, I go to bed. Alex isn’t there. I wrap myself in the sheet.

We meet the coach outside reception for our field trip to the museum. The vents blow streams of frozen air. After that, the temperature is more tolerable. We arrive at the museum, there is a sprinkling of rain from a dark cloud, but it passes quickly. We form into our groups outside before being led into cool rooms with high ceilings. Fans turn to move the still air. I’m cruising Alex, I can’t help it, I’m trying not to get caught staring at his tanned calves. Our eyes meet too many times, so I have to make a conscious effort not to look at him at all. Alex charms everyone, even making our severe guide laugh.

Later, I’m sitting with my laptop at the desk in our room. I diligently read up on some of the works in the museum, researching the newly introduced artists. Alex arrives back naked from the shower, nonchalantly carrying a towel which he throws onto his bed. He stands behind me, looking over my shoulder.

“What are you reading?” beşevler escort he asks. He lightly touches a finger on each of my shoulders.

Being so close to a naked man makes me freeze. I can’t think. I mumble something that I think is clever but is pretentious at best. Alex shrugs. He gets dressed and brushes his hair in the mirror, taming the mop into a sophisticated style.

“See you later,” he says.

The next time I meet Alex it is Wednesday afternoon. There is a break in our schedule. There’s a grassy square below our window and I am reading on a bench near a chestnut tree.

“I’m going for a walk, do you want to come?” he asks.

“Sure!” I’m flattered by the invitation.

We walk across the car park and then cross a sports field. Climbing over a low wooden fence we reach a gravel track. We are led gently uphill into some pine woods. We talk about the book that I am carrying and the museum. After twenty minutes the track fades to an end, blocked by a deep ravine slashed into the hillside. A narrow path climbs steeply to our left along a ledge, but it’s clear that we have reached our destination. I can hear a stream bubbling gently, covered over by ferns. The trees stand above us, motionless in the still air and made taller by the slope of the ground. I can smell the wet rock and pinewood.

Alex removes a yellow packet from his back pocket and takes out a cigarette before sitting. We talk for an hour about university and the future. A wasp comes, but it ignores us. We laugh about others in our class, I don’t ask about the girl. I am falling under Alex’s spell, my hurt feelings are gone. I enjoy the company after a lonely week.

In the next moment Alex lies down, resting his head on my lap. Immediately, he feels the semi erect cock that I’m trying to hide. I’m horrified, I bring up my knees and cover myself with a hand. Alex springs to all fours, laughing.

“Have you got a monster in there?”

“I’m sorry, it’s the heat,” I say.

“Ssshhh, relax.”

Alex shifts to sit behind me, pulling my hand away. I’m inside his thighs, I can smell his sweat and the cigarette smoke on his breath. He’s slightly shorter than me. He leans forward and pushes his hand under the waistband of my shorts and starts to tease my cock.

“Do you like that, Théo?” he asks, playing with me.

I don’t know how to reply. This is the first time another guy has touched my cock. His hand moves faster. I know that I don’t want him to stop.

“Do you like that?” he repeats.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you-” I say, gasping suddenly as he gives a powerful tug.

Alex’s hand moves rhythmically with purposeful strokes. My cock is sweaty after walking, it feels raw, but I’m far past the point of return. As I cum into my shorts I tip my head back. I lean onto Alex who pushes back forcefully. For those seconds, my prudishness is forgotten and I am a convulsing animal caught inside his legs. Alex is unrelenting, until he is torturing my cock.

“Stop, fuck, stop!” I scream, totally drained and not in control of my senses.

Cum seeps through the fabric. We both breathe heavily, we lie back tangled on the ground. Alex laughs, wiping cum from his hand onto my t-shirt.

The rain starts, and within a few seconds it becomes torrential. We run back along the track. At the sports field we stop, exhausted and already soaked. We walk back to the room in silence. I shower first. I change into smart clothes and hurry to join the rest of the class for our dining event. A professor gives a speech. At dinner, Alex smiles at me across the table and then pretends that I do not exist.

On Thursday morning I wake late. Alex did not come back to the room after dinner, but now he is here in faded jeans and a polo shirt.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I’m not sure-” I say.

Alex stops me with a smirk. I smirk back, forgetting the pretence of my apology.

“I want to go to the city,” he says.

“But we have class this morning.”

“It’s just one day, it will be fine.”

We walk to the bus stop, avoiding the distant figure of the professor. I savour the conspiracy. The blue sky is cloudless with a fierce sun, heat radiates from the pavement, crickets chirp loudly from the verge. The bus arrives as we do. We run the last hundred metres to get on board.

We crawl slowly through the town, stopping frequently, and reach the bus station after fifty minutes. There is a shopping street with a labyrinth of side roads leading to quiet squares. We turn back from a sleepy residential quarter with shuttered windows and dusty cars. The main street is busier now, the cafes are opening.

Alex takes my elbow and pulls me across the road. We reach the far side and I realize that he is steering me into a gay bar, a rainbow flag flies above the door. I burn with embarrassment, but then I am inside. It’s still early and the place is almost empty. Two old men look at us from the corner. I can feel the redness of my cheeks and the prickle of my brow. A büyükesat escort younger man is making coffee behind a large wooden bar, a woman is wiping tables at the back. Alex moves towards a table beside a shady window overlooking a side street, people outside pass unconcerned.

The woman stops cleaning and comes with an order pad. I imagine that we will have coffee, but Alex asks for two beers. I snigger at the naughtiness of our daytime drinking, knowing that my idea of debauchery is laughable. Our drinks arrive and we are left alone. Alex asks if I enjoyed the walk yesterday, and I say that I did. I tell him that it was my first time. He asks if I am gay, I thought this was a settled issue. I ask him the same question.

“Sometimes. It depends on the guy,” he says.

“What about me?”

“Fuck, yes. For big Théo,” he raises his forearm, grinning lewdly.

We laugh together, the old men look neutrally across. The world does not explode. My self-consciousness evaporates and I bask in the moment. The woman brings us some olives. We sip our beers slowly and then pay the bill.

Outside in the street again, I see a barber shop. I need a haircut. Alex suggests that I try my French. In the end, he translates. The barber is an athletic guy around our age with a sharp parting and a t-shirt to show off his muscles. Alex sits at the back. I watch him in the mirror while the guy cuts my hair in silence. We both enjoy the scene.

The cut is more edgy than my usual look, I don’t know if this is because of the barber or Alex’s explanation.

“You look awesome. Like a billionaire porn star,” Alex says. I take this as a compliment.

Still buzzed with beer, we go to the park. We sunbathe topless in our jeans until we are too hot. Then we sit in the shade of some trees and get ice cream for lunch. We play a game, scoring passing guys on their looks or dress sense. I tell Alex that he’s not a ten. He laughs, launching at me. I fall back onto the grass to escape him, but he straddles on top like a school bully. His fingers twist my nipple.

“Say I’m a ten,” he says smirking.

“Say it!” It hurts.

“You’re a ten! You’re a ten!” I say.

We wander along a river embankment next to the park, there is a breeze from the water. We talk more intimately than yesterday. I want to ask about the girl, but I am afraid that it will break what we have, so I let it slide to the back of my mind. Alex has been to clubs and he has fucked guys. I tell him that I have never been fucked. I unpack some pornographic fantasies, and he magnifies them with ridiculous embellishments to amuse me. He asks, dead pan, if I will drink his piss. Fuck off, I reply. We find the bus station and get back to the university in the mid-afternoon. I take a nap and then go to the library to catch up.

That night Alex comes back to the room around ten. He takes my hand and pulls me over to his bed. We rest on top of the sheets on the narrow mattress. I’m drowsy after our adventure. It’s still hot and we strip our clothes, letting them fall off the bed onto the floor.

Alex reads his book under a lamp. I look at the boring white cover and the French printing. The curtains are open to let air through the window, but the room feels like our private space. The dark limbs of the chestnut tree stand guard outside. I hear music playing in a distant room. Alex’s cock presses against my thigh. I reach with my hand and slowly begin to massage it, growing accustomed to touching it. More confidently, I cup his balls, looking into his eyes. Alex doesn’t return my gaze but grins. He puts the book on the nightstand, then stretches, reaching for a small bottle of lube. He closes his eyes, his shoulders push into the linen to arch his back. It takes about ten minutes as I experiment with different strokes, watching his face closely. I dare to touch the mole on his cheek with my tongue. I track the flickering of his lips, his brief smiles and listen to his staggered breathing. I want to hold him in a perpetual state of near ecstasy. I want to make him as infatuated as I am, to trap him selfishly for myself. Then his head goes back, tension flooding his muscles. He gasps, thrusts his hips forward and lets a pulsing stream of cum fly along his body. He releases his breath and opens his eyes as if waking from a dream. I see his pupils focus, surrounded by rings of hazel lightning in a sea of pure white.

He kisses me for a few seconds, and then we hold each other. We press together with Alex’s cum between our stomachs. His cock smears my leg and the sheet, the lube is oily on my hand. After a while, I fall asleep, my ass and one shoulder blade against the wall. It’s still dark when I wake and cooler. I cross to my own bed and stretch out under the sheet, falling back to sleep.

Friday is the last full day of the course. My eyes open to bright sunshine. Shit! I know instinctively that I’m going to be late. I can hear the cleaning staff talking in the corridor. Alex is gone, bastard! There isn’t time for a shower. I cover myself in deodorant çankaya escort and pull on a fresh t-shirt, hoping to hide the smell of last night. The room is a chaotic mess. Snatching my bag, I run down the hill, leaving my laptop on the desk.

At lunchtime I return to the accommodation to shower and retrieve my laptop. Alex’s bed linen has been changed, and my discarded clothes are neatly folded with his in a pile on top of his sheets. Crossing to his bed, I take back my shorts and t-shirt. I pick up his reading book from the nightstand. Inside some passages have been highlighted in green and pink, I find the language difficult. I read a highlight, near the beginning,

“Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do. An odd moment in the afternoon. Today it is intolerable.”

That evening I work naked at the desk, waiting for Alex. He doesn’t come and I lose my ardour, but the room is more comfortable without clothes and I revel in my liberation. It’s nearly dark when the key turns in the lock, my heart twists at the unexpected reawakening of my plan. Alex comes into the room; the girl is behind him looking in from the doorway. My hands leap to cover my nudity. She giggles and steps back into the corridor. Alex smiles diplomatically. He picks up his wallet and leaves. The door closes behind him and my head touches the desk in shame. I hear the girl laughing. I wait for the safety of the clunk of the fire door at the end of hallway; then I get dressed and switch on the light.

Thirty minutes later, Alex returns alone. His smile is gone. In his hand is a packet of condoms from the vending machine in the gent’s toilets next to the bar. He turns off the light switch, the lamp in the square paints a strip of light halfway along one wall. I walk through the strip and he kisses me hard forcing me backwards. My ass is stopped by the desk. He grabs my shorts, finding my hardening cock, the material twisting uncomfortably against my balls.

“Do you like that, Théo?” he asks.

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Say please, Théo!”

“Please fuck me, Alex.”

The smile comes back to Alex’s lips. He pulls my t-shirt over my head, and I step out of my shorts. Alex seats me on his bed and indecently outlines the rock-hard erection inside his jeans at my eye level. He pushes me back, laying on top to lick my face, grinding the denim onto my cock. He lifts my legs at the knee.

I feel the cold slime of lube and a finger enters my ass.

“I love your tight asshole.”

I panic, my heart pounding in my ears. Sensing my situation, Alex pulls me into a sitting position. I feel dizzy. One hand starts to work my cock while he licks my ear and neck.

“It’s okay, baby. I won’t hurt you!”

The panic leaves and we kiss. He puts his palm on my chest guiding me gently. I lay back, lifting my legs for him, holding my knees. Alex kicks out of his jeans and throws his t-shirt next to them on the ground. He retrieves the condoms from the desk, stretching one over his cock.

“You’re so pretty, Théo,” he says. I know this is flattery from Mr. Ten, but somehow I love it.

I feel his cock tip grazing my ass. Slowly he pushes inside, then it’s easier. Then I feel like I’m taking a massive dump.

“Relax, big Théo.”

The cock comes in further and there is an intense pain in my ass. The cock comes back again, a wave of pain. I screw up my face, I feel tears beginning to sting my eyes. Another wave of pain. I smell shit. I’m hit by a feeling of nausea.

“Fuck, fuck, stop!”

“Please, Alex!”

Alex backs out, a momentary look of angry frustration crossing his face. He pulls off the condom and casually throws it on the floor. I know that I have disappointed him. Alex finds the cigarettes in his jeans. He leans against the windowsill, blowing smoke from the window to avoid the fire detector. I sit on the bed, watching the lean contours of his naked body in the sodium light.

I’m conflicted but I realize that this is an opportunity.

“I want to suck your cock,” I say.

Alex looks across with a dirty smile. He makes a whistle, pointing at the floor between his legs. I excitedly scoot across the room and take his cock in my mouth, while he continues his smoke. I’m glad that he is happy again. I start to suck, putting into practice all that I have learned from pornography.

“Suck my cock, bitch,” he says. He looks down, laughing. I regret telling him my fantasy.

“Cocksucker whore!” his smile is incapable of meanness, but I gag. It’s not as easy as in the porn clips.

Alex finishes the cigarette, stubbing it out on the ledge outside the window.

“Théo, if you keep sucking my cock, I am going to fuck you,” he says seriously. I carry on, letting that be my decision.

Alex’s cock is hard now. He steps back from my mouth.

I sit on Alex’s bed while he puts on another condom with a glistening new string of lube. He takes my hand and pulls me powerfully to my feet. The momentum carries me the short distance across the room to my bed. I feel his hand on the back of my neck as I go down face first. I sprawl, inelegantly. His knee pushes my left leg forward as he mounts behind me. My other leg hangs off the bed. His other foot is on the floor. He clasps my right hand, interlocking his fingers above mine, forcing them down into the mattress. I am bigger than Alex, but I can feel his strength and experience.

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Now in my 50’s and not getting any sex with my wife, I have a regular routine of masturbating. I really like bringing myself off whilst watching porn. I consider myself to be a bit bi-sexual and I often taste my own cum by licking it off my fingers but I would love to suck another man’s cock and have him shoot his load into my mouth. One day the opportunity presented itself.

New neighbours, Gary and Jeanette, moved in next door to us and over the course of the next few weeks we got quite friendly with each other. Gary and his wife would often meet me and my wife in the pub for a friendly drink and I would sometimes go around to their house and have a beer with Gary when his wife was away on business. Jeanette worked as an insurance auditor and was quite often away overnight whilst travelling to other towns. On one such occasion Gary and I had a couple of beers and got talking about girls and sex. During our conversation he dropped the bombshell that he thought he might be bi-sexual. He explained that he had frequent sex with Jeanette, but that he often fanaticised about what it would be like to enjoy sex with a man. He said that he and Jeanette like having sex so much that they are always experimenting with different positions and activities.

As my wife and I no-longer have sex and I am limited to just wanking, I wanted to hear more of course and so he started to explain that recently he had enjoyed tasting his own cum. Sometimes his wife would share it with him during a kiss after blowing him and they both enjoyed him licking his cum out of her pussy. Following his ‘confession’ I told him that many years ago I used to have oral sex with my best friend and I related my story to him together with the fact that I missed sucking cock.

Having shared our most intimate thoughts and stories he asked the inevitable question, “What would you think about sucking me?”. I said that I would really like that but with two provisos. Firstly, that we were careful so that my wife never found out as I knew she would regard this as having an affair, and secondly, that I would not want to do anything anal. Anal sex, giving or receiving, bahçelievler escort is a complete no for me.

As I had been in his house for some time I didn’t feel we had sufficient time to ‘play’ that evening. We therefore agreed to postpone our first sexual experience for the moment but that he would let me know when Jeanette was next out of town. I said I would look forward to it and as I got up to leave Gary put his arms around me and kissed my lips. I responded by kissing him back, a little more forcefully, and we had a few seconds of proper kissing during which he squeezed my hard cock through my trousers. I had a quick feel of him and was pleased to note a large hard cock inside his trousers.

A couple of weeks later I was outside when Gary approached me. He said that Jeanette was away again in two days-time and would I like to come around. I said yes and could already feel a tingle in my groin from the thoughts of what might happen. When the day arrived I had a nice shower in preparation, just in case he did play with me, and told my wife I was going for a beer with Gary. At the allotted time I went around to Gary’s and after he let me in I noticed he locked the door which he doesn’t normally do. Added security I assumed. Then when he turned back towards me he put his arms around me and there we were kissing again. It was absolutely clear that we both expected to have sex.

He said we had better have a drink or my wife might get suspicious if I don’t go home smelling of beer. There was no need to rush so we grabbed a can each and sat near each other on his settee, drinking and talking. The talk was mainly of a sexual nature and he told me that a couple of days ago he had licked his own cum off his wife’s tits and imagined he was tasting me. I confessed that I had wanked more than once since our last meeting thinking about sucking him off. He put his can down and moved closer to me and we shared a long passionate kiss.

During our kiss Gary put his hand on my clothed cock and gently squeezed and rubbed me. I was fully hard. I broke balgat escort our kiss and said to him; “Gary I’ve waited long enough, please can I suck your cock?” “No rush. Let’s play a bit first.” He replied. Then he started to undo my jeans and brought my hard cock out into the open. “Nice.” He said whilst gently feeling me and rolling my foreskin back and forth.

I reached across and undid his trousers. I was thrilled to see that he had not bothered wearing any underwear and his cock was easy to pull out. His cock was really nice. Fully erect, about 7 inches long and quite thick, with a nice foreskin. Best of all it had a slight upward curve to it. When watching porn I had always liked seeing cocks with a slight upward curve. I couldn’t wait to feel it in my mouth.

We sat for a little while feeling each other’s cocks and occasionally kissing, then Gary suggested we go to his bedroom. He led the way upstairs and into his marital bedroom. Being married it had the expected feminine touches, but it was not too ‘frilly’. Once in there Gary quickly undressed and I followed his lead. Now both completely naked, he stood in front of me and again took my cook in his hand and started stroking me. I did the same to him. “Let’s lie on the bed.” He said. And we did.

Lying naked next to each other we kissed again but unable to wait any longer I moved further south. I kissed his neck and then took one of his nipples in my mouth and sucked it. He clearly liked this as he sighed his approval. I kissed my way further and nuzzled my nose in his dark pubic hair. He smelt fantastic, clean but with a hint of manliness. Taking his cock in my right hand to hold it vertical, I ran my tongue from the base to the tip. Once on the tip I opened my mouth and engulfed the head of his cock. I can’t describe how good it felt to have this man, my friend, in my mouth at last.

I looked sideways a little and saw that he was just lying back with his eyes closed as I sucked him. I used my fingers to roll back his foreskin and licked all around his cock head. Then I sank down and was able batıkent escort to take nearly all his cock in my mouth. The slight bend in his cock made it fit perfectly in me and I sucked really hard. I withdrew upwards and then sank down again. I did this several times and his breathing was becoming heavier. I could tell he liked what I was doing when suddenly he said; “Oh God mate, I’m getting close!” I didn’t even think about stopping. I took his ball sack in my left hand and as well as sucking him I gently massaged his hairy balls. I wanted to taste this man’s cum and so I continued my assault on his beautiful big cock.

He arched his back, gave a big sigh and announced he was going to cum. I felt his balls contract and the underside of his cock pulse. I clamped by lips around his cock head and then the first spurt hit the back of my throat. I just held his cock still in my mouth as spurt after spurt of his cum flooded my mouth. His spunk tasted really good. I swirled it around a little and then swallowed it all straight down. Gently massaging his cock produced a little more which I licked off his cock head and swallowed.

When I withdrew his cock from my mouth and looked at him he was looking down at me with a big grin on his face. “Did you save any for me?” he said. “I’m afraid not mate. It was so good I swallowed the lot.” “Well then, I shall just have to content myself with yours.”

I moved back to lying beside him and without any ceremony he went straight about sucking me off. He was able to deep-throat me and get all of my cock into his mouth. Like my first male sucking partner all those years ago, Gary’s method was to wank my cock with his hand whilst sucking. I managed to last about 5 minutes before warning him of my impending orgasm. He didn’t miss a beat and I emptied my balls into his welcoming mouth. He continued ‘coaxing’ me until he had consumed my entire load.

We laid there kissing and holding each other for a little while and then Gary suggested we get dressed and go and have another beer. Once back in his lounge drinking beer we spoke about our first sex with each other. We were both of the same mind, that this was not a one off and when I said that I wanted to suck his cock at every possible opportunity, he readily agreed.

Before I left to go home to my wife we sucked each other to completion again, right there on the settee. I mentioned that I wished I could try his cum out of a nice pussy and his reply was; “You never know mate, you never know.”

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Day 2 –

I arrive at his place the next day as instructed. I knock and smile as I see that he is already naked.

He greets me with a look and walks towards the couch. Even without words I know what he wants, so I strip and follow him. He’s sitting on the couch and has already become hard. I smirk, knowing I caused that.

“Suck,” is all he says.

I obediently drop to my knees and crawl between his spread legs and start sucking. I start bobbing on his cock and every once in a while he grabs the back of my head and pulls it all the way down so his cock pushes into my throat. I’m not counting the minutes as I blissfully enjoy his cock, but I know it wasn’t too long before I felt his cock getting harder, and then he grunts and cums in my mouth. I greedily swallow it all and keep sucking his cock gently as he softens.

“Get on the floor on your back,” he orders.

I comply, then he kneels over my face and drop his balls into my mouth. This is one of my favorite positions because it just feels so submissive. I happily suck his balls until he pulls them out of my mouth.

I know what is coming when he moves forward. As expected, he spreads his cheeks and lowers his ass onto my mouth. This isn’t something I want to do, I don’t want my face in another mans ass. But he is the Dom, and it is what he wants. I am the sub, and my job is to do as I’m told and to give him Ankara rus escort pleasure.

As I rim him, he says, “Start masturbating.”

I start stroking my cock, and quickly realize that although I’ve never been turned on by the thought of licking a mans ass, the pure submissiveness of doing so has made my cock extremely hard. I luv the feeling of being such a sub bitch.

“Bitch, you’re going to keep rimming me until you cum,” he says as he grinds his ass into my face.

Although this excites me, I don’t hurry, and I loosen my grip a bit because I luv the position I am in. However, as he gets hard again he reaches down and starts playing with my erect nipples. That’s too much for me and I cum, and cum, and cum.

When I finally stop cumming, my Dom leans forward and lifts his ass from my face as he rubs my cum all over my stomach and chest. When he is through he brings his hand to my mouth and I suck my cum from each of his fingers.

“Turn over and get on all fours,” he instructs as he puts on a condom.

I reposition myself and then I feel him rubbing lube into my ass. First one, then two, and finally three of his fingers stretch and lubricate my ass. As soon as his fingers pull out, he plunges his cock balls deep into my ass on the first thrust. The girth of his cock is wider than his fingers, and it hurts, but I’m thrilled. ankara ucuz escort My Dom is finally fucking me.

He starts fucking me hard enough that there is a loud slapping noise with each thrust. It feels wonderful until he pulls out, then it feels too empty.

“Suck my cock,” he instructs.

I quickly turn around and suck the cock that was just in my ass. He laughs at how compliant of a sub I am and fucks my face.

“Ass,” he barks.

I stop sucking his cock and turn around so my ass is facing him and he gets right to work fucking me hard again.

“Mouth,” he says, as he pulls out of me again.

I turn and suck him again. This pattern repeats many times, until he pulls out and stands up.

“Follow me.”

We move to the kitchen.

“Suck,” is the command he gives and the command I follow.

“Ass,” and I position myself face down, ass up on the kitchen floor so he can fuck me.

Each time I think he is going to cum he pulls out and moves to another room. We move from room to room at his place and he fucks me and makes me suck his cock in each room.

Finally, we end up in his bedroom.

“Bitch, lay on your back with your hands under your ass and your legs in the air,” he commands.

When I comply he quickly enters me in that position and fucks ankara yabancı escort me hard. Being fucked in the missionary position with my legs pushed back makes me feel like I’m a woman. And looking him in the eyes as he fucks me is even more humiliating than being fucked from behind. It’s just another confirmation that the straight guy I’ve always thought I was is gone, and I’ve become a fag who will do anything for cock.

After a few minutes of fucking me he reaches down and starts stroking my cock. It feels great, and despite having already cum once, I know I’m not going to last long. He keeps stroking as we look into each others eyes and he fucks me with long deep strokes. Then I start quivering as I cum all over myself again.

That obviously turns him on because he quickens his pace and starts fucking like a jack hammer. Moments later he starts cumming. When he is done he reaches down and takes the condom off and pushes his cock into my mouth so I can clean the cum off it.

As I finish cleaning the cum off his cock he gets off me and leaves the room. I surmise that we are done and walk to the front door to get dressed. He comes to the door as I’m about to leave, and remembering his instructions from the prior day, I get down on my knees to kiss his cock goodbye. As I finish my kiss and am about to get up he surprises me and tilts my head back so I am looking up at him. Then he raises the condom I can see he is holding in his hand, the condom he just took off, and he drains it into my mouth. I swallow his cum with a smile on my face. What a nice gift for me as I leave.

As I’m walking away he shouts out the front door.

“Bitch, I want you back here tomorrow at noon so you can experience some real humiliation.”

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Friday is finally here, as Johnny woke he did his normal routine, shave, brush his teeth, pee & then take a shower.

All the time he showered all he thought about was having his ass being savagely fucked by Greg. He could feel himself open, his musky hole expanding allowing his lover’s cock to take his virginity.

After drying off he walked naked back to his bedroom. Laying on his bed he raised his ass, then lubing the small butt plug he inserted it inside. This time it slid in with virtually no pain. After about an hour he removed the plug, then lubing the next size plug he pushed it in, his cock stood to attention when the plug forced his anal walls open.

As he lay on his bed, plug in place, Johnny began slowly stroking his now rock hard cock. As his hand moved up & down the shaft he could feel his ass tighten around the toy inside him. Now almost to the point of evacuation he slowed down then stopped not wanting to shoot his cum before tonight’s rendezvous with Greg.

He lay there on his bed motionless as his ass relaxed around his toy, he had thought about inserting the next size plug but decided against it wanting Greg’s cock to be tight inside him.

After cleaning himself up Johnny made himself a light late lunch. As he was eating his phone rang, looking he saw it was Greg. At this point so many things ran through his mind. Was he canceling, did something bad happen to him, could he have changed his mind.

Finally answering he said, “hi Greg rus escort what’s up?”

“Well I finished up all my work early and was wondering if you might want to come over earlier,” he said.

“Yes I can, I took today off so let me know when would be good,” Johnny said.

“I sould be home in a little less than an hour, anytime after that would be great,” Greg said.

Looking at his watch it was almost 2:00 and he said, I can be there by 3:00, is that good?”

“Great I’ll see you then,” Greg said.

At 3:00 Johnny knocked at Greg’s door and he let him in. Before Johnny even took his coat off he kissed Greg. Greg’s tongue pushed past the hot young man’s lips as his tongue found Johnny’s.

Pulling apart from their kiss Johnny said, “I’ve been waiting for today it seemed so far away. Greg I want you to be my 1st, will you fuck me?”

“I’ve been hoping you wanted this, do you want to talk 1st or just get down to it?” Greg asked.

Taking his hand Johnny took Greg to his own bedroom before entering he said, “does this answer your question?”

“Yes, you sure you want this?” asked Greg.

“It’s all I could think about all week,” Johnny said as he took of his clothes.

Reaching for Greg, Johnny slowly undressed him. After pulling his underwear off his semi-hard cock spang out. Dropping to his knees he kissed the tip, then running his tongue down the shaft finally reaching his balls. Finally sincan escort sliding his tongue back up the shaft then opening wide swallowed Greg’s now rock hard cock.

Bobbing up & down Johnny wanted Greg’s cum so badly. Greg in what seemed like only a minute shot a massive load which he gladly swallowed.

After Johnny let go of his cock, Greg had him kneel on the bed his ass staring at him almost begging to be filled. Reaching for his lube, Greg slathered some on his cock then taking more lubed Johnny’s ass. Sliding his middle finger inside to make sure he was all lubed, he stood hovering above him he pushed his tip against the dark hole.

“Oh I want that in me please,” Johnny begged.

“You’re gonna get it don’t worry,” Greg answered.

With one pushed Greg’s tip broke thru, as it did Johnny felt a strong twinge of pain. Johnny’s ass tightened around Greg’s cock stopping it from entering any further.

“Just relax let it in,” Greg said.

Taking a deep breath Johnny relaxed his body. Greg feeling the grip on his cock release the pushed harder and 3 inches went in before the ass tightened again. Waiting for him to relax he made one final push as Johnny’s ass accepted his entire shaft.

Johnny’s ass pushed hard against his cock as he said, “Oh god Greg fuck me, please fuck me. Ram you cock into me, cum in my ass.”

Greg began ramming his cock as his balls spanked Johnny’s ass with each sıhhiye escort downstroke. They fucked for so long as Johnny pushed back hard each time Greg’s cock bottomed out inside him trying to get it even deeper.

Feeling Greg’s cock begin to twitch Johnny knew he was getting close and he took his own cock in hand jerking himself off wanting to cum as Greg’s cum filled his ass.

Greg suddenly yelled, “I’m gonna cum, oh god such a hot ass.”

“I’m cumming,” Greg screamed as his cock filled his lovers ass.

At the same time Johnny’s cock began spraying hot sticky cum all over himself.

Greg pulled his cock out as cum dripped down Johnny’s ass. Both men collapsed on the bed and Greg said, “so was it as good as you hoped?”

“Oh god even better though I’m a bit sore but maybe we can do it again later,” Johnny said.

“Brian called earlier and wanted to know if I wanted to go to the bar. I told him I wasn’t sure, I wasn’t sure if you want to. He doesn’t know your here, I think he may be meeting Andy there.” Greg said.

“I’ll have to think about it, maybe we can clean up,” Johnny said as he stood up holding his hand out.

The two men showered, after rinsing off Greg sucked Johnny’s cock swallowing every drop he gave him.

As they dried off Johnny said, “If you want to go tonight I’m ok with it.”

“Even if Andy is there?” he said.

“Well I hope he’s not, but if he is then so be it. I guess he’s going to find out sooner or later.”

“You know I hope he’s not upset that he wasn’t your 1st,” Greg said.

“No I don’t think so we’re just friends,” Johnny said.

“We’ll see,” said Greg.

As they laid back down again Johnny thought to himself, “could Andy really be into him?” As off he imagined a threesome, Greg, Andy & himself.

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Chapter 29: Frost, Sunshine and Pastry

Clearly, I’d forgotten how cold it can get up north — well, for the first few weeks anyway’s. The guys at the station said it was ‘fresh.’ Bullshit, fresh! I think my balls stayed lodged so far up inside me, I felt them in my neck for the first two days, ha-ha.

I’d woken up a few hours before my shift started. It was still dark and pretty much quiet outside. I was lying in bed, warm but alone – no Ben – no sexy warm body next to me.

I couldn’t help reminisce about how the past few months had flown by: Phoenix was a fantastic posting, as was Tucson – warm weather, great guys to work with, plus we had a couple of small brush fires, like our grass and scrub fires at home. Up here in Boston, MA, it was a completely different job. I was stationed at Columbus Ave Rescue 2 & Engine 42. It was much like back home – a fantastic mix of structure-based firefighting and using tools to pull shit apart.

The clock was running on my time up here though – two more rotations with 4days off between each. The good part of being alone here, if there is anything GOOD about being alone, was it was super easy to pull extra reliever shifts, half-shifts across this rotation, landing an extra day off. I opened up the work calendar on my cell, looking at my shifts on this last roster and it filled me with a little sadness.

All of a sudden it sprang to life. Shit – I almost dropped it. Lucas’ belly button was on my screen. Ha – someone wants to facetime.

“Hey, Lucas, what’s up?”

“Thought I’d check see how my frozen cuz is going? Where are you, Jamie? You look like you’re wearing every bit of clothing you own!”

“Thanks, mate! Facetime – just love it, hey. Nah, I just walked in from work. I’m still half-frozen. Last night was brutal. I can see that you’re feeling the cold – you’ve got socks on, shorts and a tee, ha-ha”

“Oh yeah it’s freezing. I’m sure it dropped to 75deg today. But seriously how you going? Must be hard getting close to the end right?”

“Mate, the last almost seven months have been such a fantastic experience, you know. I’ve had the opportunity to put a host of skills to work.”

“Nice when you get the chance to show ’em what you got, -surprise a few of the guys with what you actually know, can do.”

“Yeah, true. It does feel good, hey.”

“Yep, same for me when I shifted over to Johnson Space Centre. I remember the first time I got to review some specs on a turbine project. I kinda felt that I needed to prove myself and that was within the same organization. I totally get it, Jamie.”

“Wow listen to us, hey – all adulting and stuff. Could you ever imagine, hey? Haha. Imagine if my Mom and Dad or Uncle Reid and Aunt Ann-Maire heard us?”

“They wouldn’t believe us, we’ve got them all fooled, even Hailey and Ben too.”

“Lol, I know. I don’t get how they haven’t caught onto you though, Lucas – like shit, you have two engineering degrees. Look at the work you’re on – the 2024 Moon project – plus shit with defense, like, you’re not a dumbass.”

“Hey, I’ve seen what you can do too. I’ll never forget seeing you pull that family out of that house in Cali. Tom said it was just mind-blowing that you got them out and safe with next to nothing except for the fire extinguisher in the truck, then resuscitated the mom. Like, goddamn Jamie! Plus, you’ve got a degree education too – know more about hydraulics, volumes, and liquid dynamics than anyone I know – advanced life support too, like, shit man!”

“Yeah, well, I had to help. You just can’t sit back and do nothing, let people die. Anyway, the work here – it’s been such an opportunity to learn new skills, gain an understanding of how other services worked. Reinforced that there is good and bad in all our fire departments, at home where every measure of those I’d encountered here.”

“Love the way you downplay stuff. It works, hey. On some, Uncle Rob would love to hear that, but it doesn’t surprise me though. We deal with a few Australian companies in the flight project – they’re a match for us – so I get when you’re saying Aussies, for your population size and county age, punch above your weight.”

“Anyway, so what’s the go – you have interviews lined up?”

“Yeah, I’ve got two onlines. Let see what happens hey.”

“I can ask here too if you like. We’ve got a fire service here – didn’t know that till three days ago, I ran into a few of the guys. You know, if you like?”

“Thanks, mate! Might be a good idea. Better to have a few plan B’s hey.”

“I’ll ask around. Hey – gotta go. Hail’s is back and I haven’t done shit since I got home.”

“Ok, no worries. Thanks, Lucas. I’ll try to catch you when I’m back in Texas.”

..o0o..

After finishing two back-to-back pre-interview online sessions, I wasn’t feeling confident in securing a position in the near term, deciding to quietly lay down on Ben’s bed, I guess our bed now, right? I still say that because it’s all his really – my stuff is 14,000km away. Anyway, time to chill out, try tandoğan escort and get my head in a good place.

Sinking into the comforter, I closed my eyes with my arm draped across my face. I could feel myself relaxing somewhat, almost like gently falling. The afternoon sun was warm on my face and upper body. I have to say it was having the desired effect, calming.

My ears twitched, pulling me back to the here and now. The slight rustle of the bedding and then gentile movement, silently almost, there was a familiar comforting feeling. Ben was laying on his side, lightly pressed up against me. I could feel his warm soft face and a little bit of stubble pressing against my chest.

“Hey, I know you’re stressed, Jamie. Your heartbeat is giving you away. It didn’t go too well… The interviews?”

I lifted my right arm slightly, my fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair, slowing or trying to slow my heart rate by breathing slowly and deeply. “Both services are under financial constraints. Basically, they’re only replacing staff losses – you know, general attrition, people retiring, that sort of stuff.”

“It would be a mistake, their mistake, if they didn’t hire you. I’m not saying that because I love you, married you, respect and admire you,” he said, pausing for a moment to gently kiss my chest.

“Hmmm… thank you, that was so sweet.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you every chance I get, Skip! Besides being the hottest, sweetest, most genuine guy I know – even when you drive me crazy with the adult child stuff at times – you’re an amazing man.”

“Thanks, Be.” I grabbed his hand for a moment, kissing it.

“Look. You’d be a fantastic asset to any fire service. Tom says it;, every other FD’s that you’ve worked here says it. Remember too, I’ve seen what you can do firsthand. It’s totally their loss if they don’t hire you.”

“I think they want to, but I don’t know. Their intakes at the colleges were tuned pretty much to cover that percentage, they’ve said that. I know at home, sometimes the funding cycle dries up and you just have to cut corners and make do.”

“You still going to meet with them face to face tomorrow?”

“Nah, I suggested that we touch base when I return from Australia after my last rotation in Boston. Gives them 5+ weeks to work out what they want to or can do,” Ben just looked up at me, with a mix of compassion and concern in his eyes.

“Hey, I’m not worried. I can pick up some part-time work around the place. Lucas said he asked the guys at the Johnson Space Centre if any Fire Crew jobs were going. Hey – I might even be able to dust off my engineering degree, lol. I’m sure I’ll find something. Hey, I can work a street corner if I really have too, right?” Ben laughed at that one.

“You know how you just told me you weren’t worried, Jamie? You should tell your heart that – it’s beating something crazy.”

“That’s not stress, Benjamin – it’s because I have a sexy ass guy lying in bed with me and my mind is thinking less about work and more about…”

“You’re such a horndog, Jamie.”

“You love me for it.”

“That, and other things, like…” Ben wriggled over a little and started to tongue my exposed nipple. That made something else visible too … quite visible.

“Oh, hey there, you.”

“He likes you, Ben.”

“I like him too.”

..o0o..

The whole travel and being apart was tough, I won’t lie. That’s why we made the most of the off-shift time we had. We lazed around at home. Lucas and Hailey called in. But pretty much, we just hung out and spent some ‘us’ time.

Lt. Wiessnat came looking for me. I was busy stowing away a recently cleaned hose — hey, everyone should do it – not leave it to the probies.

“Hey, Jerad,” I called to one of the Lieutenants I’d worked with most shifts. “Mate, this is it, my last shift!” I’d been back in Boston for 14 days and my last shift was almost up. I was literally counting down the hours till it was over.

“Hey, the boss is looking for you.”

“Thanks, Jerad. What’s up? Didn’t he like my nude run through the engine bay, ha-ha?”

Jerad smiled, shaking his head. “We are so going to miss you when you’re gone. The boss said that the two services you were talking to in TX, were…”

“Yeah, not filling me with confidence in landing a position. But Lucas has found me something as a stopgap over at the Johnson Space Center, so at least I won’t have to work a street corner real soon.”

“Ha-ha, street corner. See, that’s what we’re going to miss, you’re crazy Aussie sense of humor. Anyway, come on, let’s go see the chief.”

The boss had an open-door policy. I’d only seen his office door closed once in my time here. So, with a quick knock on the door frame, we were summoned in. “G’ day mate! Did I finally get it right, Jamie?”

I could feel the broad smile on my face. The boss must have practiced saying ‘g-day’ every day, coz now he had it, which wasn’t easy. He had that strong Boston/New England tunalı escort accent going on – he almost sounded like some of my relatives from NH. “Yes sir, you do, mate.”

“Jamie, when your time is up here,” he paused to look at his watch, “- well, that’s in less than two hours – I just want you to know the entire station house, all the crews will miss you. You’ve been a great addition, valued by the crews here. If those Texans don’t sort themselves out, there’s a full-time position for you here at Boston FD.”

I was dumbstruck. The boss had always been nice, well, polite and kinda grumpy, but that’s normal – all firefighters, when they aren’t on the trucks anymore, get a little grumpy around the edges, lol. “Thanks, sir, I’m grateful, really grateful for the offer. I will keep it in mind.” With that, we shook hands and Jerad and I returned to the muster room.

Everything was set – my flight to Texas was at 1100h, giving me a few hours after coming off shift to grind out a quick session in the gym, get showered, changed, and across to Boston Logan and away. It’s going to be a busy few days, flying into Austin TX, then back to OZ to sort all my personal and financial stuff out. I’ve gotta say, the thought of doing that just filled me with dread, but I have no choice, I’ve got to get his all done.

..o0o..

Ben was on-shift when I arrived at Austin-Bergstrom. Aiden was off-shift – he’s a good guy volunteering to pick me up. It was well after 1700h when I finally got out of the terminal in Austin. “Hey Aiden! Thanks for coming out to get me – appreciate it.”

“What up, Jamie. Happy to.” He pulled me into a hug. “Boston cold enough for you, hey?”

“Pfft, I think it would take me months to get used to the cold – not my thing.”

We headed over to the baggage collection. I’d accumulated – no-bought – a new wardrobe of winter gear. Don’t think it will get much of a run in Texas. I’ve learned that the summer is a lot like northern Queensland – hot and humid at times.

“Hey Aiden, feel’n a little thirsty. How about we grab a quick beer on the way?”

“Hmmm, I could be tempted, but just one or two, right?”

“Sure, sure – one or two quick ones mate, maybe.”

Ok, so that didn’t go too well. Amanda showed up 2hrs later to collect Aiden and me, I sat in the back with little Olivia.

“Uncle Jamie, you smell like beer and whisky.”

“How do you know what whisky smells like, hmm?”

“Sometimes poppy drinks ‘number 7’ – you smell like that.”

I almost wet myself laughing, such a little miss! Telling me I smelt like liquor — wow, she’s a grammy already. I was trying to get a read on Amanda. She didn’t seem too upset. I’m sure she laughed a few times. I think the beers and Jack had slightly diminished my ability to … think!

“Lucky for you, Jamie, Ben’s not home yet. You’ll have time for a shower and change your clothes, hmm.”

“Ah yes. Thanks, Amanda. Great advice – think I might do that.”

Aiden just giggled, which was abruptly stopped with a death stare from his wife.

“Why are you laughing? Thought you were only going to be gone 2 hours, tops?”

There was a whole lotta , um-well-ahh, Aiden was struggling to dig himself out of that one.

“Sorry, Amanda, it’s my fault. I talked him into it.”

“Do you carry, Jamie?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Do you carry a firearm?”

“Ummm, no ma’am, hate guns.”

“So, you didn’t force my husband to pull off the highway or force a drink down his throat?”

“No, sorry. I was just happy to see a familiar face and let it get a little out of hand. Sorry Amanda, don’t be too mad at Aiden – it’s my fault.”

“Ha-ha, I’m good. Was enjoying the look on both your faces, like two little boys busted.”

“Yeah, mom. They’ve been drinking. They’re badddd.”

“Thanks for the backup, Olivia. Thought you were on my side.”

“No, Uncle Jamie, I’m on mommy’s side.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Smart girl. Keep on mom’s good side.”

“Do you keep on your momma’s side, Uncle Jamie?”

“I try to… I really try to.”

Amanda pulled into Ben’s driveway in what seemed to be only seconds later. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door of Amanda’s SUV, the coolness of the night air washed over me. ‘Okay, Jamie, you can do this.’ As I stepped out, my feet felt a little off, like someone had tilted the pavement by about 10 degrees. Yeah, I almost fell ass over getting out of her truck.

“Shit who moved the ground?”

“Momma, Uncle Jamie cursed. Can we wash his potty mouth?”

“Where is this kid channeling all this grandmother energy?”

Aiden tried not to laugh. Amanda was looking straight ahead, trying her best not to laugh at her daughter who was looking directly at her mom with her head tilted. “We really should, momma. Y’all would wash my mouth out if I cursed.”

“True, Olivia. I am sorry for cursing.” Placing a steadying hand on the SUV, you know just to get my balance, with all the flights türbanlı escort and stuff (well that’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it), I continued, ” I will get Uncle Ben to wash my mouth out when he gets home, ok? Very sorry Ma’am.” I bowed at the little miss, to which she nodded and slipped her headphones on. “I think I’ve been dismissed.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think Ben’s tongue washing your mouth out is a punishment, more like a reward.”

“Thank’s Aiden, I’ll take that,” I shot him an eat shit grin. “Thanks for the lift, Amanda. We’re catching up with you guys before I leave on Sunday?”

“Yes, we’re catching up Friday night at our place. See you then.”

And with that, the guys drove off. I walked in with my duffle bag full of clothes and the stuff I’d taken up to Boston with me. I don’t remember bringing half this with me, geez.

By the time Ben got home, I’d showered, changed, and even had a nap for a couple of hours. To say I was like an overexcited puppy the instant I heard his keys in the door lock was an understatement.

“Ben!” I squeaked out as I ran up to him. The poor guy hadn’t walked 6 feet in the door before I pounced on him. Okay, might have been still half-drunk, but oh-so ready to go. Back home we call it P&H, pissed and horny, and I was very that.

“OMG, I’ve missed you so much,” I said while crashing my mouth against his, somehow timing it so we didn’t clash teeth, or end up bruising our lips. Yeah, they might have been a little red for a bit afterward. Still lip-locked, I reached down and slipped my arm halfway between his butt, -and what a sexy butt it is too- sweeping him up in a fireman’s carry. Ben’s surprise was muffled by our connected mouths.

“Jamie, no!” he pulled his mouth off mine for a brief moment. “Here, right here on the sofa,” I changed direction veering to my right walking until my legs hit the edge of the sofa.

Lowering Ben down, while not losing physical contact with him, connected all the way till we were on the sofa in one movement, Ben remarked, “Man, we were never going to make it to the bedroom, not when you pounce on me like that, Jamie.”

“Hmmm, yep.”

..o0o..

“Hey dad, you got a moment?”

“Always mate. What’s up?”

“I’ve tried my best not to worry too much about work and all that stuff since getting back from Boston. But Dad, I’m failing, feeling overwhelmed … big time!”

“Ok, what did you do. Are you and Ben ok?”

Taking a deep breath of guilt, I continued, “I’m gonna say it right now! My husband is an absolute saint! How he didn’t end up killing me these past few days I’ll never know.”

“Oh, this will be good, Go on.”

“So, Thursday morning. I was being such a dick, I’d just had the best breakfast cooked for me. But I could feel I was just so… pissy, for no reason. Ben just made me an awesome breakfast.” I could feel my face turn bright red with embarrassment and self-anger.

“He was being all chatty trying to distract me, trying to disarm me, or talk me down I think, but I was having none of it. Was being such an ass, just mumbling or single-syllable responses to him. So I thought, maybe I should go get my running gear on and run it off, you know.”

“Just like you did as a kid. Did you get that far?”

“Nope,” I answered meekly.

“Okay then. You lost it, didn’t you, Jamie?”

“Yes, dad. I was so angry at myself for being such a dickwad to Ben. The last time I was this mad was when-“

“You and Mason got into it in the kitchen. I think your brother underestimated how much you’d bulked up at the fire college. Was kinda funny.”

Did my dad just say it was funny that I beat the crap out of Mason? I still remember him saying that ‘we were twenty year olds and to act like it, not our brain sizes.’

“Yeah, I walked into his bedroom to get changed and saw clothes scattered across the room. My mind was in overdrive, dad. Those idiots on the controls were pulling all the wrong levers. I’m like thinking, was he testing me? Just how many dirty clothes can be left on the floor before I would get triggered. Well… FINE then!”

“Ok, so you regained control and calmed the farm, right? I think we both know that answer though, don’t we, son?”

“Yes, dad. I’m still ashamed. I was like, that is … this is one piece too many, as I grabbed the clothing like it was… I don’t know, like.”

Anyway, I turned around to see Ben standing in the doorway, his face was neutral.

“So what do you call these Ben!” I’m standing at the end of the bed, waving a pair of trunks in my hand like a damn flag.

“He just smiled… he fucking smiled! Christ, Dad… it tripped me over, and I feel like shit for it.” Pausing to gather my emotions that were threatening to take over, I was only holding back tears of frustration and disappointment by single threads. “I haven’t stopped apologizing like every 10 minutes for the last 24hrs, but wow, I was out there somewhere.

“What did he say, do, at this display of such adult and balanced behavior?”

“Pretty much nothing, Dad. He was silent. His face was emotionless. Shit, Dad, I have no excuse for it – I was a total ass.”

“Although after about a minute – it felt like hours – he reminded me that those are trunks I was waving around still, like some crazed idiot. They were the ones I ripped off him last night. Sorry, Dad, if that’s TMI.”

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This is a submission to the 750 Word Project 2023. Deciding which category to place it in was another challenge since the story includes topics such as light bondage and role playing. Another story was also written for the contest but it contains no sex. It’s titled Sometimes The Bear Eats You. If you enjoy either of them please leave a rating. Comments are appreciated.

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I’ve lost count of the women my married friends have introduced me to, and now I’ve been pressured to attend a singles mixer. I know my friends mean well, but the woman I’m looking for isn’t the type I’ll find at an event hosted by eHarmony.

My plan was to blend into the wallpaper until it was time to leave. Later I would say that I didn’t meet anyone interesting. That was the plan until an attractive woman approached me.

“You don’t look like you want to be here”, she said.

“This isn’t my kind of party.”

“Why don’t we finish the evening at my place?” she replied.

Without any hesitation, I threw my name tag into the trash and we took a cab to her apartment.

Once inside, ulus escort she took my coat and said, “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.” When she returned, her transformation was dramatic. She now wore stilettos, a black corset with matching stockings, garter straps and a thong. “Let me show you the rest of the apartment”, she said. “We’ll start with the bedroom.”

The bedroom contained a four-poster bed. Fur cuffs were attached to straps at each post. Seeing my expression, she said, “Relax, the straps and cuffs are for me, not you. Sit on the bed and enjoy the show.”

As I sat there speechless, she performed a routine that, in another place, would have caused more than a few bills to be thrown onto the stage. Then, dressed only in a wicked smile, she walked closer and lifted me off her bed by grabbing my tie. That was followed by a kiss that would melt steel.

When we finally ended that kiss, she crawled onto the bed and in a commanding voice said, “Place my wrists and ankles in the cuffs and fist me hard and fast. You can yenimahalle escort be gentle later but now I want it rough.” That was the only time in my life that I ever thought of saying “Yes mistress.”

I could feel her body grip my hand as it moved inside her. Her breathing changed and a violent orgasm shook her body. That was quickly followed by another. After the second, she urgently asked to be released. Once free, she wasted no time in removing my clothes. She pushed me flat onto the bed and reached under a pillow for a bottle of flavored lube which was drizzled down my chest. I watched as her tongue followed the liquid’s path to my cock, teasing me before slowly taking me deep into her mouth. She only stopped once to say that if I let her take control she wouldn’t stop again until I was exhausted. Her talented fingers were sliding up and down my cock as she talked. It was hard to think while she did that, and I agreed.

She whispered, “Now close your eyes. I’m going to tell you some very erotic stories while I play with your cock and balls. I won’t stop until your body betrays you and reveals your darkest fantasies. You gave me two orgasms and I intend to return the favor.”

In the first, a woman introduced her shy friend to sex toys. But what started very innocently turned passionate as both women got excited while using each toy on herself and her friend.

In the second story, after my older sister had seduced both of our parents, she and my mother were very persuasive in convincing me to join the group.

And, in the third, a sexy neighbor liked to masturbate while I watched from my window. Eventually I was invited over for a closer look and a mutual session but once we started, it didn’t end there.

It was during the third story that my cock erupted but not before I felt a warm mouth around it. When I finished, the woman licked her lips and said, “That was very nice, but you still owe me one more orgasm, so we’re going to play a game. I want you to pretend that I’m your sexy neighbor.”

Just as she predicted, when our playtime finally ended, I was exhausted. In the morning I left knowing that I was only another notch in her bed posts, but I didn’t care. It was an amazing night. As for my friends, I told them that I was still looking for the right woman. I couldn’t look them in the eyes with a straight face and say that I didn’t meet anyone interesting.

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How is it that some guys get lucky with women all the time? For Burt Olsen, luck has nothing to do with it. In The Floating Threesome he figured out a perfect way to persuade lots of women to have sex. The story unfolds in 11 short chapters. The crew becomes united in Chapter 10.

…………………………………..

Weeks went by before I put it all together in my head. That threesome brought us together as a unit. Both women seemed to love each other, they both seemed to love me, and I loved them both. We began having very free, liberated sex with each other. It felt good being together. I realized that the three of us were going to enjoy our cruise in the same way a romantic couple would enjoy it. Being intimate was liberating, and I thought it was wonderful that events unfolded in a way that ended up with us having a great threesome on our very first trip together.

I gradually realized that the way it happened was suspiciously perfect. It was like the script of a porn video. Think about it. Taylor taught Maddy how to dance like a stripper, and it got her (and me) so aroused that we just HAD to rush to the cabin and have a threesome. Remember that Taylor’s job was to manipulate men into giving her money. She had skill. She understood how people think, and how to get them to think what she wanted them to think.

Don’t misunderstand: I’m grateful. Taylor did us all a big favor. But there was nothing spontaneous about it. Luck played no role. As I reviewed everything in my mind, I realized that Taylor was quick to figure out that I’d made a mistake bringing together two women who knew I’d had sex (a lot of sex) with both of them. Taylor didn’t care. She had a very casual attitude about sex. But Maddy cared. I’d made her feel special, and then introduced her to a woman who made it seem she wasn’t special at all. There was a danger Maddy would think she was just another conquest. It was an invitation for trouble. It was likely that hurt feelings, jealousy and awkwardness would plague us during the whole trip.

The threesome short circuited the problem. By arranging for us all to have sex with each other, Taylor made us all equal. Nobody could feel jealous. How could Maddy care that I’d had sex with Taylor after she’d had sex with her too? How could Maddy feel mad at Taylor after Taylor became her lover? How could I feel awkward after the three of us became lovers as well as crew mates? As I think about the events of that day, I find myself admiring Taylor’s astonishing ability to make people feel good about themselves.

We went on several more short cruises to master the skills required to sail Vanguard. Each trip felt like part of a honeymoon. Maddy and Taylor shucked off their bikinis as soon as we were away from the marina, and things got friendly fast. There were lots of hugs, giggles and kisses, and we regularly engaged the autopilot so we could go down to the cabin and have sex.

On longer trips a pattern developed. We’d get up in the morning, have breakfast, and do the routine chores needed on any cruise. When the work was done, we’d sit around talking, and Maddy and Taylor would start making out. Pretty soon they’d excuse themselves and go down to the cabin to have sex. I’d stay in the captain’s chair, and I’d hear moaning and groaning as the girls got intimate. One time I took a peek down the stairs and saw them locked in a tight 69. Other times I’d see one of them on her back while the other ate her pussy. I’m sure you can imagine how excited this made me.

I’d have a big fat boner by the time I’d hear one of the women cumming. On some days, I’d hear Maddy in the throes of a strong orgasm. On other days, it would be Taylor. Things would get quiet, and then the one who’d climaxed would come upstairs and let me know I was needed in the cabin. On a day that Taylor had been the one to cum, she said “Better get downstairs, Burt. Maddy has an itch she needs you to scratch.”

Down I went, finding a naked Maddy sprawled across the sheets, with her hair a mess and her face smeared with Taylor’s wetness. “Get over here,” Maddy said, smiling and raising her arms as an invitation. I climbed on top of her warm body and gave her a deep, soulful kiss.

“You taste like Taylor,” I said.

“Taylor tastes like me!” Maddy said, laughing.

It was like that every every day. One woman made the other climax, and it was my job to make sure the other one also got a nice orgasm. Maddy was already very excited, and there was no need to get her ready for my cock. She was more than ready. “Give it to me, Burt,” Maddy said. “Yes ma’am,” I answered, sliding my cock all the way into her tight little pussy. She exhaled, making a sound of pleasure and relief. “Taylor is great and all, but I need a cock in me once in a while,” Maddy said.

“From the way things are going, I’d say you need that every day,” I said.

“I’d say you’re right,” Maddy said. “Poor Burt. Has to give two different females their minimum daily cock requirement. Are mamak escort we wearing you out yet?”

“Not yet,” I said. I thought we were doing too much talking and not enough fucking, so I wrapped Maddy in my arms and began pounding into her hot, wet pussy. That shut her up. Instead, she began making the cute little sounds she always makes when we have sex.

It took almost no time for Maddy to have a very nice climax. Taylor provided the foreplay, and I finished her off. But I was just getting started, so it seemed like a good idea to try to make Maddy cum again.

We settled into slow, gently, loving motions, going in and out without hurry or rush. This went on, and on, and we both slowly got more and more excited. Maddy rolled me on to my back and rode me cowgirl style. She rubbed her clit against my body, grinding it against me as we both got closer and closer. I relaxed and enjoyed the view of Maddy’s marvelous body moving up and down, right and left, back and forth, and around in circles. She was so strong. All those years of rigorous conditioning were intended to make her a great gymnast, but they also made her a great lover. I had sex with a lot of women after I started “interviewing” would-be models to take on my cruise. None of them were anything like Maddy. If sex was an Olympic event, she’d had another gold medal.

“God, Burt, you’re making me cum again,” she said. It seemed to me that she was giving me too much credit. She was doing the work. Of course, I was the one providing the cock she needed, so there was that. I could always tell when Maddy was getting close. She gets a certain kind of look on her face, with her eyes squeezed shut as she gritted her teeth. Maddy looked like that, so I stopped trying to keep from climaxing myself. Even if I did cum first, I was sure my erection would last long enough to give Maddy what she needed.

As it happened, Maddy came first, and I started to cum before she was finished. I looked up from the bed and saw her writhing in pleasure. “Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!” she said as she pounded down on my cock over and over and over. I felt her pussy throb as I filled it with my cum. Maddy finally collapsed, falling forward. She laid on my chest, working to catch her breath as our excitement ebbed.

Eventually I turned her on to her side so we were looking each other in the face. “Was that adequate?” I asked. She laughed. “I don’t know. Ask me later. Let’s see how long I feel satisfied,”

We cuddled for a while, then Maddy said something interesting. “When I quit competing, I hoped I’d finally have the time and energy to do things I’d never done before,” she said. “Having romantic adventures was the thing I wanted most.”

“How’s that working out for you?” I asked.

“Nothing like the way I’d expected,” she said. “I hoped I’d find a nice boyfriend. We’d do fun things during the day and have sex at night. That was the plan. This was not the plan.”

“I’m selfishly happy that it worked out like this,” I said.

“Be as selfish as you want,” Maddy said. “I’m thrilled that it worked out like this. I can’t stop thinking that it’s kind of weird for me to have feelings for two different people at the same time. I never imagined that was possible.”

“Maddy, the older I get, the more I believe that people are complicated. Life is complicated. It’s not like some Hallmark movie. I have feelings for you and for Taylor, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.”

“So I have feelings for you, and you have feelings for me,” Maddy said. “That sounds almost like saying we’re in love.”

“Almost my ass. I’ll happily make it official. I love you, Maddy. I knew you were special the moment I met you. It was different with Taylor. It took me a while to get to know her as a real woman instead of just another pretty face. But now I love you both, and I just can’t imagine how things could have evolved differently.”

“I love you too, Burt,” Maddy said.

She gave me that little smile I like so much, and we got back to the serious business of cuddling. A few long minutes went by before Maddy spoke again.

“I’m afraid of what will happen after this cruise is over. I’m afraid we’ll go off in different directions and I won’t see you again. I want us to stay together,” she said.

“I’ll do my part,” I said. “I want you to always be in my life.”

“Tonight, after we get back to the marina, I want you to come to my house. Not just for one night. I want you there every night. Will you do that for me, Burt?”

“Maddy, you overwhelm me,” I said. “Of course I will. I’d love it if your face was the first thing I see every morning.”

“Good,” Maddy said. “Are you sure you aren’t just tired of being a little bit homeless?”

I laughed. “No, not at all. I’ve grown used to my camper. It will be very hard to say goodbye. But I’ll soldier on somehow.”

“Listen, I’ve said ‘I love you’ to you, and you’ve said it to me,” Maddy said. ofise gelen escort “Shouldn’t we say it to Taylor?”

“Wow. That’s a good question,” I said. “Maddy, I have a hard time knowing what Taylor is thinking. She’s so good at making people happy and comfortable that I never know if she’s happy and comfortable herself.”

“And I think Taylor is more pragmatic when it comes to things like love,” Maddy said. “Maybe it’s because she is an erotic entertainer. I think she has her own way of thinking about romance.”

“We haven’t been a trio for very long,” I said. “It’s been wonderful for me since the first minute. Maybe it’s unfair to expect an emotional commitment from Taylor this soon. Why don’t we keep this to ourselves for a while? Why don’t we give her a chance to get accustomed to the idea of having you and me in her life? I would hate for us to tell her we love her if she didn’t feel she could say it back. That would put too much pressure on her.”

“We have to tell her eventually,” Maddy said.

“Of course we do. But we don’t have to do it today. Why don’t we keep doing what we’re doing? Why don’t we keep showing her how much we love her, and let that marinate for a while? Give her a chance to get a clear idea of what she thinks of us.”

“OK. If you say so,” Maddy said. “I’m terrible at stuff like this. I just want to tell her now. I agree with everything you say, but I’m not sure how long I can go without just blurting it out.”

“If you do blurt out the way you feel, just be sure to explain that I feel the same,” I said. “But I don’t think we’ll have to wait very long. We’ll know when Taylor is ready to hear what we have to say.”

We slowly got out of bed and went back on deck. “You two were down there a long time,” Taylor said. “Were you working your way through all the positions in the Kama Sutra?”

“Something like that,” Maddy said. “All I know is that my pussy is very happy right now, and she wants to thank both of you as she takes a nice, long nap.”

“Tell your pussy that I said she’s welcome,” Taylor said.

“My cock says the same,” I said.

I’d been trying to get out of the habit of having a cocktail every time we went sailing. I’d worked really hard in the gym, and I wanted to maintain the fitness that took so long to restore. I sat there thinking a cocktail would be very nice right then, but it was still early, and if I drank my calories I knew I wouldn’t be able to have much for dinner. Steak, or bourbon? Bourbon, or steak? It was a quandary.

So we just chatted for a few hours, talking about all the places we’d go on our upcoming cruise. Taylor got out her laptop and showed us the latest updates she’d made to our online promotions. She also showed us copies of the ads she purchased in sailing magazines. Everything looked great. Folks in the sailing world would know all about our cruise before it started, and we knew a lot of people would follow our progress online. What we didn’t know was whether it would convince many people to put down deposits on getting a boat like the Vanguard for themselves. We wouldn’t know that for a long time.

“Let me show you what’s next,” Taylor said.

She turned the laptop around and showed us the next thing she planned to post on our social media platforms. “This is how we are announcing the members of the crew.” There was some text giving our names, but the main part of the announcement was a photo of the three of us. Taylor hired a professional photographer, and he’d been instructed to make us look as sexy and chummy as possible. The picture had Maddy in the middle, with me on her left and Taylor on the right. Since Maddy was the only one who was a celebrity, it made sense to put the focus on her.

But there was a very interesting undertone. We were being very touchy-feeling in the photo. The women were wearing bikinis, and I was wearing trunks without a shirt. I’d resisted the idea of posing shirtless, but Taylor insisted that a lot of folks on the web wanted “cheesecake and beefcake,” and it was my job to provide the beef.

“I can’t believe there are that many ladies who care about that,” I said.

Taylor laughed. “First, you’re just wrong. There are lots of ladies who like pictures of nice looking men going shirtless. But there’s another demographic involved. Lots of gay men with disposable income like the idea of buying a boat and inviting other guys who go on a party cruise. And I guarantee you that those guys want to take a good, long look at your hairy chest.”

She had me there.

Taylor had succeeded in presenting a photo that planted the idea that the Vanguard was a fast, beautiful boat that was going on a cruise that looked like a floating threesome. People would check our social media for confirmation of sexual shenanigans. She would be sure to dangle that information as long as she could.

“Here are the photos I want to drop toward the end of the cruise,” she said.

The otele gelen escort first picture showed me in the captain’s chair getting a hot, wet kiss from Taylor.

The second picture was taken in the gally. It showed me kissing Maddy.

The third picture was the hottest. It was taken in the cabin and it showed Maddy and Taylor kissing and embracing. Just to make sure the message was clear, it showed them both sitting on the edge of the bed.

“That ought to sell a few boats,” Taylor said.

I felt good. We all did. In the weeks ahead, we’d take many more opportunities to get proficient sailing the Vanguard, but it was very exciting knowing our cruise was getting closer. For people who hadn’t known each other for long, we were very comfortable with each other. I decided to mention that.

“Ladies, I could do this all day,” I said. “You both make me so comfortable. We’re going to spend a lot of time together in very close quarters, and I’m going to enjoy every minute,”

Taylor decided it was time to crack a joke. “Gee, Burt. I thought you were just looking forward to getting a lot of blowjobs.”

We laughed. It doesn’t seem like that good a joke, but it sounded funny at the time. Then Maddy said something serious.

“I’ve never given a blowjob.”

That surprised me, but it shocked Taylor. “Never? Never ever? You mean you’ve never let a man cum in your mouth, right? Surely, you’ve sucked cocks, right?”

“No. Never did that,” Maddy said. “I’ve wanted to, but the idea is kind of scary. I have no idea how to do it. I worry the guy will see that I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Maddy, there is no such thing as a bad blowjob,” Taylor said.

“True that,” I said.

“I don’t think you guys realize how little sex I’ve had,” Maddy said. “I’ve only been with a few guys, and I’ve never been with a guy long enough to develop feelings. Burt is my first. When I used to have sex, it was always very hurried. Very vanilla.”

We were quiet for a moment. “Wow,” Taylor said. “Wow wow wow. Maddy, blowjobs are the most powerful thing women can do. Sucking a cock lets you turn a man into your plaything. Done correctly, a blowjob makes a man yours.”

“True that,” I said.

“I don’t doubt it,” Maddy said. “I wish I had done it by now. I’m sorry that I haven’t.”

It was obvious what had to happen next. “This is a problem we are going to fix right this minute,” Taylor said. “Burt, take off your trunks. We are going to show Maddy how to be a first-class cocksucker.

“OK Maddy, the first thing you need to know is that you have to be naked to give a good blowjob. Unless you’re doing it in an alley or a moving car, wearing clothes gives the impression that you’re in a hurry. Guys like looking at naked women, so that’s what they want to see while they get their cocks sucked.”

I hung my trunks on a hook, then sat back down. Believe it or not, I wasn’t hard. It was probably because I’d had such a great orgasm with Maddy a few hours earlier. I was sure it wouldn’t take much to give me a boner, but I would need a little stimulation to get there.

Taylor kneeled in front of me. “Maddy, get down here. Men love seeing a naked woman between their knees. It makes them feel like some kind of sultan.” She took my cock in her hand and held it out for Maddy. “Suck on it,” she said. “Make him hard.”

Maddy sucked the head of my cock between her lips. I was erect in seconds. She closed her eyes as she went up and down.

“You need to make eye contact,” Taylor said. “Guys love it when you make eye contact. Here, let me show you.” Maddy pulled away, and Taylor took me into her mouth. She looked cute as she smiled around my cock and looked me in the eye. It was obvious that Taylor knew a lot more than Maddy about cocksucking. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and stroked me as her mouth took care of the top. “Now you,” she said, pulling away.

Maddy put my cock back in her mouth, following Taylor’s instructions. She made eye contact, and she stroked the base of my cock with her hand. I was awed. I’d never imagined I’d ever experience having two beautiful women working together to suck me off. It was very stimulating, obviously, and I might have climaxed if I hadn’t already had an orgasm that morning.

The two of them took turns, with Taylor showing Maddy different ways to arouse a man. She told her to massage my balls, and demonstrated how to do it. Taylor demonstrated deep throating, taking my entire cock all the way into her mouth. “Don’t worry about that today,” Taylor said. “We’ll teach you that after you’ve had more time to learn to give a basic blowjob.”

I would have enjoyed letting this continue for a long time, but it was just too exciting. “I can tell Burt is getting ready to cum,” Taylor told Maddy. “What you do next is the most important part.

“Maddy, a lot of women like to spit out the cum after their man is finished. Girl, spitters are quitters. All men – and I mean all of them – want you to suck their cum right out of their balls and swallow it down. When you feel a man start to cum, you need to start sucking hard and keep sucking until every drop is in your belly.

“If you want to turn a man into your plaything, that’s the way to do it. If you want to be a truly great cocksucker, that is the way it’s done.”

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If everything happens for a reason, I hope I never know why a single chance encounter in a chat group caused something so conflicting morally and completely mind blowing physically.

I’d never really thought that she’d be a woman who was chatting in this place, and that she was almost all the physical and perverted things I always wanted most of all. Gorgeous face, intelligent, dirty as hell, great tits, nice body, loved to fuck and get fucked just all the same ways I needed to fuck to keep me hooked on her pussy. If I had met her at another time and in another place, I probably would have fallen in love, but when I met her I just loved how she was the ideal married woman that I’d wanted to have secretly and get that thrill of forbidden sex I’d been craving.

Since I definitely was not sober that night, I don’t know details about who messaged who first, or much else other than I couldn’t find it believable and that we hit it off immediately. We kept in touch the next day, and the next and it was naturally beginning to deepen and we were sending messages with an app she would delete when she got home. We talked about everything and obviously sex most often, and I knew within days that this was a woman I could die a happy man if I could fuck her and find out all about her if her words were true. Spoiler Alert: I wouldn’t write this story about it if they weren’t.

About a little over a month goes by and we’ve exchanged pictures that only made our desire increase exponentially, and I was having dreams about her tits all day after seeing the first picture she sent me. As we got closer to the thing we seemed destined to do, we made plans and talked about how much we wanted each other and what we wanted to do when we were finally able to have a chance. She talked so dirty and said that she wanted to feel me raw inside of her and she absolutely would want me to fill her when I was thinking it was a dream that I had someone who wanted me to shoot inside her seemingly as much as I’d wanted to myself. God only knows how many loads I had stroked out alone thinking it was going to happen before the day it became real.

We were careful and vetted each other with enough time and caution to go on further, and we were both dying to find out what it would be like to fuck someone who we were so turned on by and hadn’t even met, until we were face to face on a weekday at a table for a lunch at the restaurant I’d suggested for the fact that there wouldn’t be anyone there who might see us and raise questions. She was exactly as sexy as she looked in photos and being face to face was quickly as effortless from feeling the same natural chemistry that we’d been building and building from day one. She agreed that this was what she’d wanted and she wanted to see me again, but we both had to return to work for the afternoon.

I held her hand out the door and to her car and can’t clearly kızılay escort remember how it happened leading up to it, but I’m one hundred percent sure that I am never going to forget that kiss and how our passion and lust broke free with a bomb of pent up tension ready to go off after we lit the fuse then and there. We didn’t make out, obviously, being in a public parking lot and having at least minimum self-control, but just her lips on mine and pressing our bodies together made me have a rock hard cock and aching balls dying to do what is the best feeling I know of finishing up a good fuck and the only absolutely satisfying option.

My mind was buzzing and going wild with trying to process how something like that just happened and I was at least conscious enough to be able to hide my erection that wouldn’t soften until some time after getting back to try and work, which was impossible with what I’d just felt and then I got a message from her and again I had a rock hard dick. She told me that she wanted me and wanted me soon as she could have me with her again, inviting me to join in with her plan to come down to where she worked downtown in a locally iconic tower. Trying to do any work was pointless.

She made the plans and she turned out to be scary with her abilities to scheme something of an alibi or story without fail for everything we ever did and we did a lot more than I should confess to. I dipped out of work early and went downtown, where she was waiting on the street to pick me up and I found out soon that we were parked in the furthest corner on the lowest level of an empty garage below her office tower. We got all over each other as soon as she was putting the little SUV in park and it was a feeling so intense and different I can’t even describe all the nuances and ways it was unreal.

Wasting very little time and with the console between the front seats keeping us away, I said we should get in the back and she said let’s do it. There, lacking the control and decency that stopped us after lunch, she grabbed my bulge and I teased her pulling away, but she got the idea once I pulled down her business casual slacks and kneeling on the floorboard before her, saw her so close to this crazy destiny and it’s all a blur now but I didn’t wait long, I am sure, to start getting my first ever taste of her sexy, hot, wet, succulent, forbidden pussy and if there was a single chance of going back and stopping the sin we started out of thin air, it was gone after I got her off and saw she was going to cum easily on my face.

She was flushed and pulled me up face to face to kiss with electric shock going between our open lips while she pulled my jeans and boxers to my knees and pulled me closer with her hands on my back until I was against her slit. Our eyes locked and an atomic bomb worth of pent up sexual tension kolej escort that got us to that point, I positioned myself just after feeling my head slide down her open lips, but she did the rest and pulled me in with her face telling me all I needed to know about how it felt.

Finally, from first not believing she could be real to weeks of discovering this tremendously deep but really dark connection we both knew people would say was horribly wrong, she pulled me in and the last line where we could go back if we stopped was gone instantly, and I went deeper and started to tease her as long as I could. Just a little more before it all pulled back to the tip and denied her more until she didn’t expect it. Finally, I had found out how she sounds when she moans and how being bare in her was like being in sexual heaven. Soon after that night, I found out that she’d never imagined she would feel herself so full of a dick and anything inside as deep and I guess the look I saw on her face the moment I buried and bottomed out inside of her was her eyes going wide from being opened up to being opened in ways she could not think of before she opened her legs for me and pulled me in.

I was seeing a dream come true underneath me in the back of a small SUV and could feel all of myself buried bare in a married woman’s pussy, and it was wild. My girlfriend believed I was at work and she wasn’t necessarily away from work, where her hubby assumed her to be, but all I can say was that knowing I was not supposed to be doing something that was so outlandishly erotic and that what’s most wrong about all of it is that this was some of the best and most remarkable sex I could ever have so far in life and knowing that I was giving a wife what she’d never had from anyone made the trill a thousand times hotter.

But then, I saw her tits and lost my goddamn mind. I’d wanted to see them and watch them on top of me bouncing since I saw the first picture she sent, and after I’d heard her say she was going to cum and felt the first climax of untold to come I knew I was helpless and going to cum like a geyser when I saw her pull off her top and the way it looked like a dream when her almost perfect size and shape DD tits spilled out of her bra when she released the front clasp.

She already felt what was going to happen before I told her partially to make totally sure that she wanted me to cum in her and also because I really love to hear it. I’ll remember her saying it over and over again, “cum in my pussy” always made it so, and I felt her lock me in as my cock swelled up and in milliseconds the whole release of the best feeling I know of in the world from just only a fully natural human instinct and I couldn’t get up to walk for minutes until I came down from my high and we kissed with heavy deep breath while our hips ground together and maltepe escort her legs locking me there still throbbing and hard a longer than usual time and feeling her where she’d never been fucked, where I found out pretty near instantly she was practically hooked on how I made her cum.

It’s almost tragic that she and I could have such a strong and immediate chemistry and the intimacy we shared in moments truly romantic such as how it was kissing and feeling each other for a long lasting memory where I savored everything about the sensations with her and kissed long after I was going softer still inside of her. But it was natural, and incredible and we both fucking loved how it felt.

But, like it always will my post nut clarity came over me and all the nerves and worries I’d blocked out because I’d been desperate for this fuck in a more powerful way came up and I feared being caught and wondered what we had done. She said she should get back to work and that she needed to see me again as soon as she could.

I had to go to a nearby bar and have a few drinks to process everything that had just happened between having lunch and fucking her before five and I couldn’t tell anyone anything about it, so I just played it back and felt more confused by being able to think sensibly after I’d just had some extremely wild sex and was going to go home to a girlfriend I had dated forever and had known a while I was within a dead relationship, while she knew it too.

Feeling no remorse for fucking someone behind my girlfriends back, obviously our time was limited and I liked it if I felt anything and glad she wasn’t going to stop me enjoying sex anymore. That evening I received a message on the app that said she’d been thinking about it all night and (what I will always find massively erotic) she was at home with her husband and it was turning her on to have to act all normal but still able to feel my cum leaking from her pussy and nobody else knew a thing.

That night I slept in the guest bed where I had been for weeks, and she slept next to her husband who, to this very day, I’ll never know what problems or stupidity he had to not have married a woman like he did, who any man would be so lucky to have do the things she was capable of in bed, and not end up to this point his wife was dreaming about feeling my penis and not wanting anything more than the dirty, nasty, forbidden feeling there she felt from the first time she’d felt so completely satisfied and filled getting fucked and a reminder she didn’t need hubby to fuck her anymore, she would still be wet in the morning waking up with a wet pussy and rub out an orgasm in the shower before cleaning up the last drops of possibly the biggest load of cum I had ever sprayed inside a needing pussy yet.

But the next time I could see her, there was an opportunity to have privacy on a couch at my workplace after hours, and a whole other story I could tell about how I hadn’t seen anything yet and my wildest surprise when she sucked the first inch of my cock into her lips and there was no doubt left that there was nothing that this woman couldn’t do to blow my mind and my head nearly exploded seeing her look up at me blowing me into her throat.

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I was scrolling through Amazon wondering what to wear the next time I see you. What do you like? What would you find sexy? A pencil skirt and blouse, my hair up, like a sexy secretary? A plaid mini-skirt and thigh-high socks for a schoolgirl look? Overalls with nothing underneath, or is that too country? An apron covering a lacy bra and panties? A negligee?

Then I see it–a red satin dress with a plunging neckline that would have me absolutely spilling out. I can steal the stilettos from the sexy secretary and the thigh-high hose from the schoolgirl and complete the ensemble with red lipstick and a whiff of expensive perfume.

The dress looks like the iconic Marilyn Monroe outfit, the one where her skirt is billowing up as she’s standing over a grate, the bodice showing off her assets. Except in that photo, she has on little shorts. That’s not what I have in mind. No shorts, not even panties for me.

When you come through gaziosmanpaşa escort the door, I want you to press me into the corner of the entryway, drop down and put your face between my legs. Lick up my thighs slowly to tease me. When I can’t wait any longer for your tongue to circle my clit, I’ll place one foot on your shoulder opening up to your mouth. You always work me so masterfully. Will you let me cum? Will you wait for me to beg? Or will you gently take my foot from your shoulder, stand up and lead me to the bedroom? You’ll have to hold my hand because my body will be quivering, my knees weak, my ankles unable to support me on those strappy heels.

In the bedroom, I’ll lean down over the bed, my ass high in the air so you can get at me from a new angle. Plunge your tongue into my pussy. Then lick it from stem to stern. Can you get your pants off while you gölbaşı escort do all that? I hope so because I’m going to need you in me soon. I want you to start by letting me feel how hard you are, then pushing just the tip of your cock into me. Pull it back out and a gasp will escape me. Don’t pull out–I want more. Rock in and out an inch or two and feel how I’m getting wetter and wetter. I’m practically dripping now.

Just when I think I’ve got a handle on your rhythm, sink all the way in, as far as you can go. Plunge it in all the way. I’ll moan deeply with pleasure. For as much as I want more of this, I don’t want it to end before I’ve had a chance to return the favor.

I’ll quickly flip over and suck your cock into my mouth, you standing at the foot of the bed with me sitting in front of you. I’ll gently hold your balls as I run my tongue in circles around the tip. keçiören escort Do you like that? How about if I flick a bit? What happens when I take your cock all the way in and then circle and flick the tip as I come up it to start again? Can I make you want to cum as much as I want to cum? I’ve never been one for the deep throat, but I’ll take your cock as far as I can, slowly, breathing calmly. I’ll pull up back out, then slide it in again, deeper this time. Patiently breathing so I don’t gag. I know you love this.

When you’re ready, push me back onto the bed, grab my hips and enter me. Start with slow strokes. Watch me touch my nipples. Then move more quickly, finally pumping harder and faster until I arch my back and let out a cry. Hear me telling you to cum with me. Say my name as you fill me up. I want to feel you leaking out the sides, dripping down my ass, as I just hold you tight.

Afterwards, as I lie in your arms, you can tell me if you liked the dress I picked out for you.

Maybe next time I’ll go for the sexy secretary look. You always liked my hair up in a bun, with librarian glasses and a while button shirt. The short black or grey pencil skirt with no panties. I wonder if you’ll bother to undress me, or take me just like that? Only one way to find out.

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It was our summer of muscle. Rachel and Tim, power couple: we were dominating in the gym, we were breaking personal records, and we felt the strongest and fittest we’d ever been.

When we’d joined PB Lifts, the gym owner Pete had taken our measurements. Two months on, we were excited to see raw data of our progress.

We weren’t working towards a competition or a show (yet), but we were interested in both muscle gain and fat reduction. And we were pleased that both of us had managed both!

I was 5’11” and I’d gone from 185lb to 195lb, including a 3.4 inch gain in my chest. I definitely had meatier pecs! There was also a 1.0-inch gain in my thighs and a 1.6-inch gain in my hips, growing a dumptruck ass. I stayed at 12% body fat.. well, I went down from 12.5% to 12.3%. Not bad!

Rachel had gotten thiccer too, dropping body fat from 18% to 17%. It was so fucking sexy to see her drive and her improving figure — two inches in shoulders, one inch in chest the other shorter and much hairier with monster muscles. His pecs in particular were insane, the size of footballs, and he benched 455lb for reps. Both of them always had positive vibes and Rachel was sure they’d make a great party.

She also invited two of the girls from PB Lifts: I’ve mentioned Harriet before, the 5’10” bikini competitor and tanned blonde bombshell with long legs and 34D breast implants. There was also Cat: 5’2″, Korean-American, an MMA fighter trying to get into the UFC. I’d seen her around PB Lifts: she was all super-hard muscle, wiry as anything, no fat anywhere. She attacked everything with vigor, whether it was a punching bag, a barbell, or a man being obnoxious.

The three of them had decided the theme of boat day was “ASAP”: “As Skimpy As Possible”. They went shopping with the goal of getting the smallest, most revealing bikinis: the minimum fabric while still being legal in public! Rachel made it clear to me and the other invited men that ASAP applied to us too – and that we should keep our swimsuits secret until the day.

Going onto Amazon, I bought the smallest swim trunks I dared. They were fluorescent lime green, skin tight, with a little rise in the hip. When they arrived, I tried them on and posed in the full-length mirror in Rachel’s home gym while she was out. They were half a size too small: totally skin tight except for a pouch at the front for my junk. They were also very brief, pun totally intended: they exposed the shape of my glutes where they met my hamstrings. This worked for me because I now had truly muscly shape in my ass.

This was easily the smallest and most revealing underwear I’d ever worn in my life. Twisting and observing all the angles in Rachel’s home gym mirror, I couldn’t help but notice: I was fucking built and fucking hot! So what if posing was vain? I was getting turned on at the sight of myself: my abs, my pecs, my quads, glutes, lats, delts, biceps & triceps.. shit, even my calves! I posed, I flexed, I took selfies, my cock swelled to its full nine inches, and the skin-tight trunks were too small to contain it. My stiff member poked out the top on an angle: I tried tucking it in pointing sideways but it simply wouldn’t stay put.

That turned me on even more. I stripped off completely, letting the tiny green trunks fall to the floor and standing completely naked in the gym. I grabbed a 50lb dumbbell and did one-arm bicep curls while my other arm stroked my thick meaty cock. I pumped my arm muscles while I pumped my dick, swapping arms every six reps. I grunted in the mirror, admiring my pecs and abs and how far I’d come on my muscle journey.

After 18 reps of curls on both etimesgut escort sides, my arms and my cock were feeling the hugest they’d ever been. I pushed the dumbbell high above my head with my left arm and pleasured myself to completion with my right: in a thunderous orgasm, I let out a primal roar as ropes of cum spurted across the room, hitting the floor-to-ceiling mirror, smearing down the glass.

Once my climax subsided, I lowered the dumbbell to the ground and faced myself in the mirror: buck naked, surrounded my weights, I wound myself up into the hardest, tensest, most defined double bicep flex I’d ever done. My quads were rippling with definition, my abs were deep, my pecs were popping, and my arms felt like the size of watermelons. And of course, my nine-inch cock hung meatily, with the last of my cum leaking out.

I grabbed those ASAP lime green trunks and knew: I was gonna look hot as fuck on boat day.

—

In the two weeks prior, Rachel and I got spray tan and tanning bed combos every few days to turn our skin from white to silky bronze, to highlight our rapidly improving muscle definition. This tanning salon would let you be completely naked to get sprayed – no paper underwear required – and my technician Tina also gave me some discreet highlights. She told me that bodybuilders often get just an extra bit of tan juice in the ridges between their abdominal muscles and around their pecs. It had to be subtle, but Tina was a pro. I asked for the same subtle touch around my glutes. Remember: ASAP: “as skimpy as possible”.

I could barely sleep the night before Boat Day. While I loved Rachel’s naked body, I was excited to see all these friends from the gym as close to naked as possible – and Rachel was too. Tomorrow, we were all going to put on a show.

—

In the morning, Rachel and I did a home workout, naked in her gym. We concentrated on abs: we both wanted one last effort to make our midsections pop for photos. I loved doing hanging straight leg raises with weight between my feet: I could do full range of motion with a 25lb dumbbell, as long as I kept the dumbbell tight between my feet and didn’t drop it on my head at the top of a rep. These made my abs burn like anything.

Rachel loved Russian twists with a 45lb plate, and I loved watching her do them. No other exercise made her tanned 8-pack ripple quite as much, and you know by now that that drives me wild!

We finished with weighted planks, and our weight was each other. Rachel held her body as stiff as a board as I lowered myself down slowly to sit on her back, putting more and more of my weight on her until my hands and feet were off the ground. Keeping my balance was a good core workout in itself, but Rachel’s was next level: she held plank position with 195lb of extra weight (i.e. me) for a full minute before showing the slightest sign of discomfort. It’s then she started to shake just a little, her arms involuntarily convulsing. I felt her brace her core even tighter – abs, back, ass – and power through another 30 seconds before the shaking became too much and neither of us could keep our balance. Her arms dropped and we both collapsed in a heap.

“Oh my fuck my core!” Rachel was spent.. or so I thought. “Fuck.. I’m.. shit I’m really close.”

What she did next surprised me: she walked over to the pull-up bar and jumped up to hang by her arms. Then she started slow controlled leg raises, closing her eyes and concentrating very deeply.

She was trying to give herself a coregasm. That’s what she meant by “really close”. I watched her as her etlik escort super cut arm muscles were extended straight, her quads were popping as her legs were extended straight, and her abs contracted as slow as possible.

Rachel bit her lips and let out a moan.. she was learning to give herself stimulation just through core exercises and it was a beautiful sight to behold.

She panted: “Tim, suck my nipples now.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I approached her from the side and took her breasts in my hands, beautiful shapes of fat on top of hard pectoral muscle, and traced each nipple one by one with my tongue. Rachel continued to lower and raise her legs – after a 90-second weighted plank her core must have been on fire, but she’d discovered that this sort of workout could give her sexual pleasure.

She held her legs out at 90 degrees, parallel to the floor, and started twisting her hips and rubbing her thighs together, stimulating her groin. I kept sucking her tits as I roamed my hands all over her back, arms and abs. As I kneaded her firm, muscular ass, tensed to hold her legs parallel, Rachel convulsed and an orgasm washed over her. She had the arm strength to keep holding onto the bar and the core strength to keep her legs raised – what a woman!

Only once her orgasm had subsided completely, she lowered her legs into my arms and let go of the bar, falling into my embrace. We kissed long and deeply before she hopped down to the ground.

“I think I need to lie down!”

“Then lie on top of me,” I replied. It was my turn to finish with a weighted plank too.. and Rachel had every intention of having me finish in more than one sense.

I put my weight on my elbows and toes, braced my core and glutes tight, then Rachel lay down on top of me, face down, tanned skin on tanned skin. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her face nestled in my spine, her boobs nestled in my lower back, I could feel her individual ab muscles on my ass cheeks, and with her feet in the air, she positioned her knees in the back of my knees.

She spoke to me softly: “You get to cum but only if you hold me for a full two minutes. One minute fifty to go.”

We both stayed rock still for a moment, but then Rachel’s hands started roaming. She traced fingers down from my shoulders, over my lats and delts, and from there round to my torso.

Rachel splayed her fingers on both hands to grab my pecs, squeezing each muscle one by one and digging her fingernails in.

“Hmm Tim.. yum! Your pecs are getting fucking huge! It’s so fucking sexy to watch you do flys and bench press.”

I already had a half chub from sucking Rachel’s tits to orgasm, but all this ego stroking sent me straight to full erection. The head of my penis rested on the gym mat, and I did Kegels to lift it off the floor and back down.

“One minute,” Rachel purred. She moved her left hand to my abs and dug her fingers into the eight muscles one by one, giving me a mini abdominal massage. Each slab of muscle was tensed and resisted the firm kneading of her slender fingertips. She brushed her nails along the ridges between my abs, defined and deep.. and she traced her fingers further down until she hit my pubic hair.

“Thirty seconds.” The fingers on her left hand twisted circles on my skin tantalizingly close to the base of my shaft. She shifted her weight on top of me, I felt her boobs move, and her right hand started feeling up my right bicep. She continued to shift her weight, writhing her crotch and touching her vulva to the back of my legs.

My whole body – arms, shoulders, eve gelen escort abs, quads – was straining and tensed like crazy. Holding a plank for this long was no joke, but I tensed and untensed my pelvic muscles to bring my dick off the floor. I’d gone from a semi minutes earlier to absolutely rock hard.

“Twenty..” Her left hand made contact with my penis for the first time, brushing her fingernails slowly along my shaft. Her right hand moved down my lat muscles and around to my abs.

“Oh my Christ I love your abs now,” moaned Rachel. “Fifteen.” She reached my bulging cock head and played with my precum, smearing it down my nine-inch shaft.

“Ten.. nine..” By this time, Rachel was fully jacking me off as she kept grinding her pussy into my leg muscles.

“Five.. four..” I was feeling that climax coming on, every muscle in my body was on fire.. “three.. two.. one..”

I let go of the plank and tipped onto my side. Rachel’s naked muscular body bumped on top of me then away from me, as I felt her toned quads against my own legs. My abs and arms were absolutely spent.. but I was so horny and turned on that my fatigue meant nothing.

On my knees, I flipped Rachel onto her back and pinned her wrists to the floor. Her jacked physique lay before me, and she licked her lips at the sight of my tanned torso. Her nipples were hard, and her pussy dripping wet.

I grabbed my meaty member and thrust it inside her, rough and deep. I bottomed out instantly, hitting her cervix, and Rachel let out an “Aaehh!!”, a wide-eyed cry of passion. I was so ready to cum: I pumped her furiously, with long and rapid strokes. I wanted to fuck her silly.

Rachel’s glorious abs quivered as she rode the precipice of another orgasm. I was getting closer myself. She pulsed her vaginal walls and tightened herself over me, and it was a matter of seconds before both of us screamed out in ecstasy.

“FUUUUUCCCKKKK Timmm!!! Oh my.. ahhhh!!”

“Uhhhh Rach fuck!”

Waves crashed over her body, shaking every muscle fiber. I sent what felt like gallons of jizz into her warm pussy, thrusting on every convulsion of my rock hard dick. I blacked out from the pleasure. Rachel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.

And as our mutual climax subsided, I had absolutely nothing left. My arms gave way and the whole weight of my torso collapsed onto Rachel, my dick still inside her, my meaty pecs and shoulder muscles hitting her in the face and bumping her head onto the gym floor.

“Jesus Tim,” said Rachel. “We’re not even on the boat yet and my head’s spinning already!”

I had no words, trying to catch my breath. After what felt like ages as my eyes cleared up and my blackout vision went away, I pulled out of Rachel’s gorgeous wet pussy and rolled off her.

Lying at her side, both of us were totally spent and had to spend the longest time catching our breath. We’d pushed ourselves to the limit – two minutes of weighted plank each is no joke, not to mention all the other core work we’d just done. But we both knew that it was worth it: our abs would be so on point, tanned and popping, and something we were proud to show off our gym friends.

I moved my hand to Rachel’s thigh – her quads were made of striated muscle. I traced my hand up along her pussy – she shuddered briefly – and to her abs. I left my hand still on top of the gorgeous slabs of muscle as she shuddered and breathed in and out.

She did the same: her hand rested on my abs, then gave the whole area a squeeze.

“Tim, you are so fucking hot. You’ve just transformed into.. god, this!”

“Rachel, your body is an absolute marvel. I can’t believe the abs. And the rest of you.”

“But mostly the abs.”

“Yeah mostly the abs.” We both giggled.

“Okay,” said Rachel. “Quick shower then get dressed for boat day. Us girls definitely have a show for you guys.”

“And I’ve got a show for you too.”

Rachel squeezed my stomach once more. “I cannot wait.”

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