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Subject: The Suite Saga 80 Please do consider giving a little New year fty/donate.html and keep the place full of cheer. Give me a shout via email or tumblr if you’re happy or mad or wanting blr/ Everyone sits down to dinner. Blue is feeling a bit better having talked to Spence, Gervais is feeling pretty lonely realizing without Blue he’s stuck with two couples, neither of which he wants to hang out with much. “My mom went to see some more houses. I have pictures if anyone wants to see.” Robin says. “This house plan while really generous does not work for me.” Spence says. “Why not?” Robin asks. “You’re looking at places that are going to be ready for august. I need somewhere for May. I won’t be at camp this summer, I’ll be coaching at the day camps the gyms run. I don’t want the hassle of a sublet and then moving again.” Spence says. “But you want us to live together.” Andy says. “Sure I’d love a place just us. Just the solution you guys have come up with isn’t one that works for me. It doesn’t work for Blue either and to be honest I don’t see how it works for Gervais.” Spence says. “Why not?” Gervais asks. “Uh I know you and Blue live in the same dorm but that was decided when you were best friends. I can’t see Chris too happy that you’re choosing to live with Blue.” Spence says and Bea snorts. “Yeah there is no way Kit will go for you living with your ex or anyone you have ever kissed ever. Jealousy is my brothers middle name.” Bea says. “And you’d not be jealous?” Andy asks. “No.” Bea says. “That’s pretty cool of you. I’d not be happy if Andy was sharing with Deke and Elliot or something. But I guess we’ve been together longer.” Spence says. “It’s totally different.” Bea says. “Why? Because Blue and Gervais are guys?” Spence asks curious. “Robin is straight I don’t need to worry about him with any guys.” Bea laughs. “Robin is straight but we’ve fooled around.” Gervais says. “That’s disgusting.” Bea says. “You have 2 gay brothers how is Robin experimenting with men disgusting?” Clara asks. “I didn’t think Blue and Gervais were the predatory type.” Bea says shaken. “They’re not.” Robin says finding Bea’s reaction strange. “So do you find all homosexual acts disgusting?” Clara asks. “No its just Robin is straight so these guys should leave him alone.” Bea says surprised at her own reaction. “Robin is straight but he has wanted to make sure. He chose friends he trusted to experiment with in a very sensible way. Though I’m sure the circumstances were less calculated.” Clara says. “Thanks Clara, that’s exactly it. I’ve been called gay since I was 8 years old and I had to make sure that I wasn’t burying something deep down. Spence, Blue and Gervais have all helped me out. And it was a lot of fun.” Robin grins he has found peace with his sexploits with his friends and no longer needs to dive at the nearest girl after. It’s funny he’s been a little unhappy at his impending breakup but now it’s clear he’s doing the right thing for himself and for Blue. “But you knew you didn’t like men. I’m sorry I just don’t get it.” Bea says. “So the housing situation works for no one.” Blue says with a snigger. “You boys don’t deserve a nice house.” Clara says but her eyes are bright. “We need more straight friends.” Gervais says. “Hey I love being the only straight guy.” Robin says. “Yeah no competition for the women you bring home.” Spence laughs. “So what do you all propose? I do think you’re outgrowing the dorm.” Clara says. “What’s the timescale?” Blue asks. “Not long. And if we’re looking for rentals we need to get on it soon.” Gervais says. “If I got a dorm room I could get the full year, pretend I’m doing summer school then you could use it Spence and Gervais can live with Robin and you two together.” Blue says. “That sounds good.” Clara says before anyone can reply. “Why would you buy a place and not have Blue live there? Why should he be alone?” Spence asks. “I’ll be okay.” Blue says. Spence looks at Blue and like the others wonders what the fuck is going on. He’s been biting back but now seems squashed down again. “We won’t be okay without you. I need my roomie.” Robin says. “I’m sorry I thought I could do it but I can’t. And it’s me causing the problem.” Blue says. “But the whole point was our moms bought us somewhere to live that they approved çankaya escort of.” Robin says. “Originally we hoped the 5 of us would go in on a place, then the mothers took over. If we were all sharing it would have diluted the issues between me and Blue.” Gervais says. “You’d still have Chris over and I’d never be able to relax. He’s a fucking psycho and it would be like making me live with Miles.” Blue shouts. “Go and cool off.” Clara says and Blue doesn’t argue and heads back to the retreat. “I should be the one to stay in the dorm.” Gervais says. “He needs to talk to Kit to understand what really happened. Blue has the totally wrong idea. Once they clear the air you’ll be fine. Blue has to win his trust back.” Beas says. “Exactly.” Clara says. “No way. Blue knows exactly what Chris said and what he tried to do.” Spence says. “They just need to work out how to exist around each other.” Clara says. “Why should they? They don’t like each other. They happen to be biologically related but that means nothing. You were happy for Blue to not know he existed and if it wasn’t for Bea he still wouldn’t. Why do they need to get on?” Robin asks. “I would have told him when he was ready. I don’t want them to hate each other.” Clara says. “Well its too late.” Robin says. “Bea and Blue have found common ground. Once Blue and Chris spend some time together they will work things out.” Clara says. Robin shakes his head and shares a look with Spence. He wishes he’d never agreed to the house suggestion. Why did he try and talk Blue into it? He knew it was a bad idea, he just likes them both and wanted to live with them, plus it pleased his mom. Fuck. “So you and Blue talked today.” Andy says to Spence when they get to their room. “Yeah I found him upset. Poor kid is falling apart.” Spence says. “Did you ask how he feels about me?” Andy asks. “He is really mad at you. But he’s coming out with us and Katelyn tomorrow.” Spence says. “I feel bad, maybe he could live with us as a three.” Andy says. “I don’t think that will work. I don’t think we work.” Spence says slowly. “What do you mean?” Andy asks. “You were right. When things were going wrong with us you were right we don’t have a future. You brought me up here not to spend the holidays with your family but because you wanted me to fall in love with the place the way you did. I bet you had some fantasy of you being a farmer and me being the househusband who tries to coach sports at a school with no teams. But it didn’t happen. I thought it was all Blue’s fault that we were growing apart at the end of the summer. I thought his hippie ways were what you wanted but it wasn’t him it was here. You love it here, It’s your home and your future and I don’t fit.” Spence says. “You love coaching. You found your home in a gym full of kids. I love you so much and I thought we were through the worst once you found your way back to me but its not enough.” Andy says. “We owe it to ourselves to find the right man.” Spence says. “Well we solved the housing issue. One of us lives with Blue the other with Robin and Gervais.” Andy says. “I need a clean break. I’ll get myself an apartment. I want to live somewhere upscale with space and light and secure parking. Put my trust fund to use you know. I’m never going to need it that much.” Spence says. “Are you sure about this?” Andy asks. “Yes. You don’t seem to be fighting for us.” Spence says. “We did that too many times. Sex isn’t enough, It is really great sex but it’s not enough.” Andy says. “No one comes close to you. No one ever will. I love you and I am so proud of you, you’re going to grow great things.” Spence says. “I love you too.” Andy smiles. “You need to work on making up with Blue. You need him and he really needs someone right now.” Spence says. “I think its too late and he’ll just think I want to be friends because we broke up.” Andy says. “Just try. He’s in a really, really bad place.” Spence says and Andy nods. “Do you want me to stay? I can go in with Gervais.” Andy says. “I’ll go spend the night with Blue. Give us both some space.” Spence says. “Thanks. I’m sorry Spence.” Andy says. “Me too. We’re going to be okay.” Spence says. “Yes we are.” Andy smiles and they hug for the longest time. Blue isn’t at all cebeci escort surprised to hear Spence at the door and lets him in with a smile. “You and Andy over?” Blue asks. “How did you know?” Spence asks. “I figured he called me to talk about you when I was with Robin. You’re a fish out of water here and he is at home. Hid orchard idea was good but his heart wasn’t fully in it.” Blue says. “Yeah I finally got what he meant about not having a future together. I loved supporting him up here, I’ve been so proud but it smashed the cracks we’ve papered over wide open.” Spence says. “You’ve been really brave.” Blue says. “It was easy in the end. Just felt like I was setting us both free.” Spence says. “So you want to go home?” Blue asks. “I was thinking we should go home. Have our planned brunch tomorrow with Katelyn and then drive back after.” Spence says. “Sounds good. My momma had no intention of talking to me. That she has not said one word to me about meeting my dad was the last straw.” Blue says. “I agree. I don’t know why she’s making a big show of being so great to Andy and Gervais and hanging you out to dry. It’s fucking mad.” Spence says. “Want to be roommates? I mean you are so busy at the gym that you’re not going to be having randoms back as much as Andy will and you can’t stay in a room together.” Blue says. “I’d love that.” Spence says. “Me too. I love Robin but when he breaks up with Bea next week he’ll be fucking everyone in sight and it’ll be awkward to be around her.” Blue says. “True. Its so weird. I’m single.” Spence says. “You are. You survived before and it isn’t so bad.” Blue says. “Oh please you are terrible at being single.” Spence laughs. “We can be each other’s wingmen. Hey we’re in the same league we can actually go after hot guys together.” Blue says. “We so can. We are tens and we will fuck tens.” Spence laughs. “Even though they’re not our type.” Blue laughs. “Totally we can shark for fours together. They’ll think we’re scamming them.” Spence laughs. “Nah they’ll be like George and think it is what they deserve.” Blue smiles. “You have an amazing body.” Gervais says as they get undressed. “You too.” Spence says. “I can see why Andy always came back to you, your ass is perfect. Want to fuck?” Blue asks. “Oh yes. I was all ready for Andy. You have to top though.” Spence says. “I want to.” Blue says stepping forward. “You really do have a massive uncut dick.” Spence says as Blue steps out of his underwear. “Let me at that ass.” Blue says. They have a lot of fun together, admiring each other’s athletic bodies, Spence loves sucking Blue’s dick and as usual Blue cannot eat enough ass. Blue rolls off Spence and they both lie back panting. “That was so much fun.” Blue says. “So much fun.” Spence says. “I thought you only liked being tied up and stuff.” Blue says. “Fucking another athlete is always great fun.” Spence says. “We have stamina. I can’t believe that I keep doing the wrong thing by my friends. Gervais and I had sex when he was dating Chris, before I knew who he was and Robin and I messed around over Christmas. And if Andy knew about this he’s be so hurt.” Blue says. “Like anyone ever does right by you. You always back off or apologise or accept lame apologies. I’ve been kind of proud of you for not letting Andy straight back in.” Spence says. “Fuck em all. I am going to have fun. I just don’t care any more about any of them. I am going to get laid and laid and laid.” Blue says. “Me too. Tonight was fun.” Spence says. “And neither of us wants more.” Blue says. “Well I won’t say no to a morning fuck before we go back to the house.” Spence says. “What? I have to wait for morning for round 2?” Blue asks and they wrestle on the bedroom floor until Spence has Blue pinned. Spence never dominates but with Blue it’s fun. Andy had one hell of a sexual hold over Spence and it always made him go weak and want to be on his knees begging. But this is just fun, easy fun with someone he has always found attractive. The next morning they pack Blue’s things into Spence’s car and drive both cars back to the house. Blue helps prepare the meal while Spence pack his things up. “So Andy and I have broken up and Blue and I will be driving back to school.” Spence says once Katelyn çukurambar escort and Roe arrive. “That leaves 5 of us in the car for the drive back. We’ll be pretty squashed.” Bea says. “Well any of you are welcome to come with us. Just not Andy or Gervais or Deke.” Spence says. “Clara make them see sense.” Bea says. “You’re on your own for this one. I imagine Blue and Spence will take bags if you ask them.” Clara says. “You never had any intention of talking to me did you?” Blue asks. “Of course I did I planned to before Bea came. But that didn’t work out.” Clara says. “If you really wanted to you’d have come seen me or you’d ask me to stay today. You have Bea now and you’ll have Chris soon and so you don’t need me anymore. The last 2 and a half years you have changed towards me. As soon as they came to you to ask for college money you changed. That’s when you started treating me so harshly. That’s when our projects stopped. You knew you’d have them back in your life and you wanted me gone. What I don’t get is why you were happy to add Gervais and Andy to the family. If you were getting ready to push me out for them, why fill the house with my friends?” Blue rants. “You have a ridiculous imagination.” Clara says. “That’s it? It’s all me? You lie to me for my whole life and its my own fault?” Blue asks incredulous. “Come on lets go.” Spence says. “Shit I didn’t want to do that. I just couldn’t hold it in and she still gives me nothing.” Blue says. “She’s not worth it. Come on I’ll drive but you need to give me directions.” Spence says. “Just go towards the café. I need to use the wifi there to change my bank passwords incase she empties my accounts.” Blue says. “She wouldn’t do that.” Spence says. “She might.” Blue says. He hurriedly works on his accounts and calls the bank too. “Won’t she stop your allowance if she can’t see what you’re spending?” Spence asks. “Possibly but I have my summer money and I can add another yoga class or start doing private sessions. I’m always being offered good money to do that.” Blue says. “So do it. You could make more than you need with just 2 or 3 regulars. Maybe you should ask her to cut you off.” Spence says. “I can’t afford tuition without her. She’s have to cosign the loans. It’s so frustrating that she made me be full pay when my scores would have qualified me for free tuition like the others.” Blue says. “Well I can cover you if it comes to it. You’ve helped out everyone all the time. Gervais and I would cover you.” Spence says. “Thanks. I’d love to say I don’t think she would but I am not sure. I have savings but not a lot and no trust fund coming. You’re lucky to be old money not new.” Blue laughs. “It’s nice to have control now for sure. My education was always funded but I never expected more. I had no idea the beach house was mine. I’m lucky but it’s not going to change my career plans.” Spence says. “You are the most driven person I know.” Blue says. “Thanks.” Spence says. “I have missed hanging out with you. We were good friends for a while.” Blue says. “I’ve been a dick to you up here and you didn’t even know, I was holding you responsible for the place existing. Fuck it is so boring. How the hell did you cope? And you stayed a virgin. Shit without sex I would have died these few weeks.” Spence says. “You remember how desperate I was.” Blue laughs. “I do. You got over the anxiety around sex though. Last night was a lot of fun.” Spence says. “It was. Why did you blame me for everything?” Blue asks. “You’re an easy puppy to kick.” Spence says. “I’ll bite back now.” Blue laughs he’s not unhappy with Spence. He never had the highest expectations of him. “I can see that. I’m really glad you let go a little at the end there. I was all ready to do the same to my parents this summer and they turned out to be happy with me. You’ve had a shitty time with relationships but you have great grades, volunteer and look after all of us in your way. I know we’ll never run out of toilet paper with you around. I don’t get why your mom is so hard on you. I just don’t get why she is so nice to Andy and Gervais who have been jerks to you. I just can’t see the angle.” Spence says. “They have issues and momma loves to sooth the issues out of people. She is good at it, just not with me. Actually she used to be great with me, we’d set time out to talk through all my worries and she really cared and that stopped. Everything stopped.” Blue says. “You’ll get through this. Siblings are a huge deal as a kid but less so as adults until they have kids. Just wait until you have nieces and nephews and make relationships with them.” Spence says. “Good call.” Blue laughs.

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Subject: Blissful Paradise II: Allotted Time Chapter 13: Life Goes On Blissful Paradise (Allotted Time) Life Goes On by Max Millan Around eleven, Shawn wakes up to the sound of his ringing phone. Still groggy from lack of sleep, he surveys the room looking for it His eyes follow the line of clothes still littering the floor. “Shane must have already picked up his,” he thinks to himself. His phone keeps ringing inside the pocket of his shorts left by the shower door. “Hello,” Shawn answers the phone in time. “You guys on the way?” he replies. It was Reed calling to make him know he is on the way with Matt in tow. Shane comes out of the freshly showered and already in his clothes. He frets on saying something when he sees Shawn pacing around the room still naked from last night and talking to someone on the phone. “He just stepped out of the shower,” he hears Shawn saying on the phone. “Who you talking to?” Shane whispers. “Reed, they are on the way.” Shawn replies. Shawn laughs and says, “fucker” on the phone. “Reed wants to know if you had a good time,” he tells Shane. Shane just waves his hand dismissing it. “He said, he did,” Shawn tells the other man on the phone. Another giggle from Shawn before replying, “Yeah, all night long.” Another nod on the phone and bids his friend goodbye. “I’m starving. Wanna get some brunch?” Shane asks. “I’m up for that. Let me wash the sex smell from my body,” Shawn replies. Not long after Shawn comes out of the shower still drying himself and looking around for his weekend luggage. Shane watches as his friend casually puts on a printed shirt in front of him while they talk about where to go for breakfast then his boxer carefully adjusting himself. When the comfort level suits him, he sits on a chair to put on a faded pair of jeans. They find themselves in a local fast food restaurant where they reminisce about their days in school. The place is teeming with young college kids and some older folks who are also there for nostalgia. The once rickety shack that housed the fast food joint had been upgraded to a more standard franchise restaurant complete with a big blue sign of their name. It is already way past noon when they finished eating. “Don’t forget. Game starts at five,” Shawn reminds Shane who is opening the door of his pickup. “I’ll be there,” Shane replies. Shawn looks at him and just gives him a tight embrace. No other words are spoken. He looks at Shane drives out of the parking lot, a chapter in his life finding the closure it needed. Shane checks his rear view mirror to see Shawn kicking the invisible dirt underneath his feet before proceeding to his own car. The warm spell makes for a sudden turn. The wind is chilly when the pre-game ceremony finally starts. The brisk change in the temperature in span of a week is something that will happen for the coming months before Winter makes its presence know. Shawn and Shane are by parking lot waiting for someone with them are Matt and Reed. During the raucous reunion, a tiny voice coming from a boy running towards them calling out for Shawn. “Dad . . . dy! Dad . . . dy,” the boy calls as he runs into his dad’s waiting arms. Shawn hoists him onto his shoulder. The boy who is a splitting image of his dad gives Shane something to smile. The eyes, his smile and even his wide frame serve as stark reminders of Shawn’s genes flowing in him. At the same time, he sees in the boy how far Shawn really is. Shawn’s mom is closed behind the boy. “He wanted to come. He was cranky all night looking for you,” she tells her son, which prompts Shawn to give his boy a baby talk and a minute or two of good laugh for everyone else before the announcer starts calling out all the parade participants. Shawn returns the boy to his mother and then, together with Matt and Reed, proceeds to the team walk out area where the other players from yesteryear are already forming a line. Shane makes his way to one of the bleachers looking for an empty spot. From behind him, he hears a familiar voice. “Shane!” A loud call carries over the marching song coming from the band below signaling the start of the ceremony. Shane turns around to see Collin waving at him, a sight you never see in the home stadium. Seeing him partaking in the celebration is a welcome turn of event. “Hello there little man,” he greets the boy while Collin is putting him on his lap to make room. Shane takes his seat and looks at the field anxiously waiting for his friends to make an appearance. The band is already taking their position at the middle of the field. “What the hell brought you here?” “Nothing. Just wondering what the fuzz is all about.” “Ready to see them play.” “Nah, just nothing else to do.” The conversation is cut short when the whole stadium rise into a loud roar and the first batch of the players are announced. One after the other the teams make their way on the field until the very special group make their appearance. Reed who is now sporting a proud dad-look walks in front. His more rounded frame replaced what once a tight collection of muscles from head to toe. Matt, on the other hand like the rumor says about his West-coast health bug that got him, looks even more majestic. A strong looking man strolls with the rest of this former team mates waving at the crowd, looking taller now than before. His wide shoulder and a well pronounced chest fills his shirt. Although slightly slimmer when he used to play football, he is still an imposing figure on the field. “I guess that’s the infamous batch,” Collin says as the cheering grows even louder. “Yeah, that’s them alright,” Shawn replies smiling and cheering along with the crowd. The festivities continue on with awards being presented to some alumni. The homecoming king and queen are announced and make their way around the field looking happy. The queen waves her hand with a wide smile. She’s been a member of the Peace Corps and straight A student. Thanks to her sorority sisters, she won the coveted spot on the float. Her flawless dark skin is magnified by the man standing next to her who is wearing the white home team uniform. It didn’t take much to convince other students who cared about that thing to vote for the current quarterback. Then the band starts playing the school spirit song signaling the entrance of the home team. Not a moment later, blue and white colored uniforms stream through the field with the old the timers cheering them on. When Coach Fox is introduced, the participants of the athletic pageantry make their way out of the stadium back to the entrance gate disappearing to once again to their uncelebrated existence. The away team anxiously waits, and the sign of dismay from their faces is clearly shown as they stand on the sideline waiting for the ceremony to end. Shane convinces Collin to meet up with the rest of the gang who just finished their part in the celebration. The team entrance area is filled with onlookers gauging the worth of the current batch of players, among them are Shawn, Matt and Reed. Shawn’s kid is saddled up on his shoulder. The two unassumingly are able to to join them thanks to inattentive volunteer students manning the gate from the stadium. “Hi, I’m Matt,” Matt extends his hand and introduces himself to Collin. “I’m Reed,” the other man that Collin hasn’t met follows suit. “Nice to finally meet the people whom Shane keeps bragging about.” Collin replies setting his kid down to meet their handshakes. “Collin is your man,” he follows. The introduction is brief with the teams lining up for the first play of the game. The home team won the coin toss and has the possession. The crowd grows silent waiting for the place to start then snap then a good pass from the quarterback is enough to put the whole place in mad celebration. People huddled up by the entrance are no different. Reed, Matt and Shawn cheer as wildly as they can as if they are one still playing in the field. Shawn’s boy hold onto to his dad’s head to brace for Shawn’s incessant jumping and fist pumping. One more jump from the elated man and two small hands end up covering his face, so Shawn decides to put him down before he forgets about him completely. The boy peeks between his dad and Shane’s legs trying to see as much as he can. He looks around annoyed that he can’t see much behind the grown-ups. Another boy catches his eyes who is trying to do the same. Collin’s son grabs onto his father’s leg slowly turning back his head to see the other boy. Although a little taller and bigger, Shawn’s son is only months older. The uneasiness of meeting someone new slowly fades away. Shane’s legs become a temporary barrier while they smile and point at one another. “What are you little men doing?” Shane tells them when he notice the two using him to hide from one another as if playing peek-a-boo. He let them be when the two boys do not respond to his question. But all of a sudden, one of them cries which is predictably accompanied by another cry to pass on the blame. Both of the dads who are busy watching the game, maybe out of habit, automatically respond by picking them up. Out of experience when among other people, the two just tuck the tear laden faces into their shoulder to pacify them. More inquiry of what happened will just incur more crying. It’s better to just let them calm down as soon as possible. It’s around nine when the game ended. The home team won. Shawn and Collin’s kids are busy chasing each other in the parking lot. batıkent escort Their shrieking voices are only match by the cheers from people passing by who happen to recognize the three former stars, someone even chanted, “Go, Matt go!” Everyone seems to be in good spirit after the win. One last trip to the bar near the dormitory for the memories. Shane listens and just looks around. With Collin deciding to go home after the game to look after his kid, he is once again a silent member of the group when his company talks is all about the time they had playing football. Matt, Shawn and Reed are delighted to see each other. A chance that now comes less and less and far in between. “What up there, Shane?” Reed asks. “You’ve been quiet there buddy. I heard you’re a cop now.” “Yeah, about two years going on three.” “What brought you back here?” Matt interjects. Shane had long been accustom to hearing those lines and it’s many permutations as if moving the town is so out of ordinary that it’s a surprise to anyone. “Just looking for something slower after spending six years of my life overseas.” “But this place is way too damn slow,” Matt says. After experiencing the West coast, everywhere else will look so slow and dead. “It’s alright. It has it’s own character, . . . I guess. How about you? How is California?” “Doing good.” “Do you have your own little one to chase around?” “Still working on it,” Matt replies behind a smile that says otherwise. They’ve been trying but things just don’t workout sometimes. “Knowing you, I was really thinking that you should have a dozen by now,” Shawn jokes. “Oh, I have no problem in that area. It is still plenty. . . . Just doesn’t stick for some reason,” Matt reassuring his buddies that his special talent of mass producing bodily fluid remains intact. “I had the opposite problem. Seems like every time I had an erection, I end up with a baby,” Reed butts in. “LOL, how so?” Shane inquires further. “I have three now. The fourth one is coming soon. I just went under the knife to get tied up, so no more accidents.” His very candid comment draws a round of laughs from his friends. “What are you laughing at?” he castigates his best friend. Shawn shuts up quickly saying “Nothing.” Patting Shane by the shoulder Reed continues on, “If our boy here hasn’t given you the good treatment, you’ll find out quickly that this works like always,” as he grabs the mound between his legs. The night draws to a close. Reed buys a few more bottles of beer from the bartender to take back to the hotel. Shane declines the offer to go with them. He would have love to join them, but he needs some rest. And from the dimly lit parking lot, he says his goodbyes to the people who were part of the best days of his life. A firm handshake is his last memory of Shawn as the three figures disappear from his view. The last weekend feels like a distant memory while Shane contemplates on one of the bleachers the following Monday after his shift. He hugs himself as the cool Fall wind blows. It is colder than how it really is so it seems. He once again gazes at the field. Something that he has done many times before. But the memories that normally flood his mind never come that night. He smiles. Several weeks passed and the celebration had long been forgotten. Life assumes the normalcy of a place tucked away. Shane goes back inside the house to fetch his department issued coat after opening the door when an early frost visits the town. Students are bundled up as they walk around the campus cursing the weather. It’s not really an unusual sight. It happens even far down South although it only lasts for a day or two then it’s gone. “Damn! It’s freezing cold,” Collin says as he huddles inside the cruiser also bundled up. “My whole body feels like they are frozen,” Shane replies. “No shit.” “This will be a long day.” “Ready?” A click from a seat belt being fasten then Collin answers, “Yup.” Just a few hours through their shift, the car windshield becomes foggy with their combine breath and evaporating sweat. “I guess it’s time for a break. I’ll let the car running. Hopefully it will dry out the inside. ” Shane tells his partner before dashing to the grocery store for their cup of coffee. “Have you heard from your buddies?” Collin inquires. “No, nothing,” Shane replies. “They looked like a fun people to hang out with.” “They were a riot since they got away with a lot things they did.” “Must be nice being a college jock.” They slowly sip their brew standing by the door of the grocery store as if they can wait out the cold. A thin sheet of ice slowly forms on the store’s glass window. The jugged tendrils of what look like a giant snowflake decorates the window just like a holiday paper cut out. Few stragglers make it to the store also looking for something warm to drink. A quizzical look is painted on their faces when they see two officers standing by the door. They look around to see if there is anything amiss before proceeding. Shane takes another sip from his cup when the temperature is just warm enough, he takes a good gulp from it. Collin takes one from his. The manager turns the volume up of the television and stands by the only open lane. The officers dash back to the waiting car. “Damn! It’s fuckin’ cold,” Collin complains again. “You tell me. It feels like my whole body is freezing,” Shane replies with his own complain. The doors slam shut. “This is crazy. I’ll never get use to this.” “I experienced worse than this up North. But this one bites. Even my bones are freezing.” “What? You have a boner?” Collin jests pretending he heard him wrong. “I said, even my bones are freezing. Stupid,” Shane corrects him. “Well, It’ll be quite a feat if you can even get a boner in this cold. My balls hide when it’s this cold.” “Suffer from shrinkage that much, Corporal?” “No shit,” Collin replies then quickly rubs his hands together for more warmth. “Let’s go,” he continues. “Where should we go?” “Let’s just go back to the headquarters. It’s crazy staying out here with nothing’s going on.” They aren’t alone. Some other officers had the same idea several of them are watching a football game on TV. “Good, you’re here,” one of the officers greets Shane. “The captain is looking for you,” he continues. “What about?” he asks. “Something about your request.” Ten minutes or so, Shane walks out of the captain’s office. He seems particularly upbeat. “What was that about?” Collin asks. Shane joins him standing behind a cubicle counter to watch the game. “I’m enrolling next semester. I might work weekends now though,” he answers. “So you really are going for it?” “Yes, just lining up my job trajectory.” “Who are they planning on for my partner?” Collin looks dejected at the prospect of once again sharing a ride with the ole-timer. “Nothing set yet. I just told them if working weekends is a possibility if my schedule is tight.” “Jeez, I love my weekends. If you get me re-assigned, I’ll kill you,” Collin warns. “I said, nothing is set yet. Stop complain’.” The earlier batch of warm seekers eventually dwindle to two then they also leave to make their rounds. Shane and Collin take their place. Collin slouch on one the empty chairs with his arms crossed over his chest. Shane copies him watching the TV hoisted up by the corner of the office space. During the halftime show Collin is flashing his grin on Shane. “What are you grinning about?” Shane finally inquires. “So did you do it?” Collin finally leads. “Did what?” Shane replies, a little bit puzzled. “You know, Shawn.” It’s been a while to start asking the question. The football game probably jars his memory. “So?” he follows with his right hand by his crotch and the index finger pointed up. “Why do you wanna know?” Shane replies. He is waiting for more urging, but they never come. Shane wants to be coy but he knows Collin will want an answer. He turns to Collin. He grins and says, “Yeah” then giggles. “No wonder I couldn’t get a hold of you that weekend,” Collin says. Shane just continues his giggling. “I was trying to tell you was going to watch the game.” “Sorry about that. I was busy.” “Yeah right. Busy screwing around . . .” Collin says then pauses. “Literally,” he continues. Then both of them starts laughing. “Why are you surprised? I remembered you teasing me about it after we ate at Bubba’s,” Shane tells him. “Was it good?” “Very good,” Shane answers with extra emphasis on very. “I had to get some rest the next day.” “LOL. Sounds like an all nighter.” “Pretty much. We were at it ’til morning.” A noise from behind stops their interesting conversation. “You guys need to head out check a crash,” a lady from dispatch tells them. The freezing temperature caused the road to ice. Even those who spend all their lives in places where snow is a common occurrence, icy road is a tricky thing to overcome. What prayers do people who lives in their part of the country got? Shane inspects the car by the ditch while Collin looks at the car that hit it from behind. The young college girls are both hysterical because of what happened. It’s a good thing that most drivers stayed of the weather. Only those students who live a little far away brought their cars. The sun has already set when they finished dealing with the crash. The tow truck pulls the car out of the ditch and heads its way. The other car is left by the beşevler escort side of the road to be fetched later by the owner. The two officers drive the agitated drivers back to their apartments. Slowly but surely they make it to the complex. Shane spots a drive-thru on their way back from their errand. They might as well wait for the condition to get better. It will pass as quick as it happened. “That’s crazy,” Collin says. “I know. I lived up North but this the first time I experienced black ice. It happens in an instant. Scary,” Shane replies as he drives slowly to order still gauging the condition of the road. With a hot brew to counter the cold, they wait by the parking lot for the sudden dip in temperature. They watch the road for any movement. Their hot coffee has gone tolerable to drink but the condition outside hasn’t changed. The cold wintry weather envelops the town. Shane has to radio the headquarters to give an update. With nothing else to do but wait, Shane reclines his seat. Collin fiddles with the radio for some good music to pass the time. Out of nowhere he hears Collin mumble, “Damn.” Shane looks at him who is already lounging on his reclined seat. “What up?” he asks. “Nothing. . .” Collin continues to contemplate on something. “Must be one hell of an all nighter.” “LOL, still thinking about it.” “A little.” Doing it with someone you like can make for a good experience. Shane couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to the time when he meets Shawn once again. “You know that we can switch pitching, don’t you?” Shane warns him. Although in some occasions they let it all hang out, Collin always ends up on top. Shane doesn’t seem to care much about their bedroom arrangement since Collin is somewhat new to the experience. He’s quite amenable to it. No feelings to worry about. It’s one of the few things he likes about their friendship. And besides it’s not that easy to find someone like him specially in the city where things are moving slower than that rest of the world. “Don’t remind me,” Collin tries to dismiss his friend. The day looks like it will be bad for the rest of the night. It’s already a slow town with nothing much to do and the weather is making it worse. “Why don’t you hang out at my place after work for some drinks?” Shane suggests. “Dunno, you might get some weird ideas,” Collin says. He looks down by the console between the seat where Shane is resting his hand. He wraps his hand around Shane’s middle finger. “What will do if I do?” Shane replies pushing his finger deeper into Collin’s curled hand. Collin removes his hand and gives his friend the finger. “Are you gonna be gentle?” he confides. “I’ll try.” Shane grins. He knows it won’t be easy for his friend. “Shit!” he hears him sort of complain before Collin shuts his eyes to get some rest. The night goes by with no more incidents. People sometimes learn their lesson quickly enough to stay out of harm’s way. The thermometer starts to rise signaling the end of the freezing air that swept through the town. The police station is slow with most of the other officers cutting their round short and headed home. The next shift will be coming in maybe late too. Mist fills the shared shower room with two silhouettes of naked men cutting through . Collin wipes the mirror as he brushes his teeth. From the rounded clear part of the mirror, he sees Shane drying himself behind him casually going on with his routine. He smiles after spewing out the water from his mouth when he sees Shane carefully adjusting himself in his tight fitting boxer. Collin follows suit and get dressed. Both bundled up and with their department issued black bonnet caps, they walk together to Shane’s pickup. Collin fiddles with the radio and settles on a rock station. It’s the middle of the night but it seems more appropriate. Shane makes a detour to the store to grab a six pack only to be reminded that they stop selling alcohol after one o’clock, the downside of Southern living. “Shoot, why they do that here?” Shane complains. “I was wondering why you came out here.” “Here,” Shane says throwing him a box of his preferred protection. “Shit.” “What? Had a change of mind?” “Damn, let’s get my stash at home then,” Collin suggests. A quick trip to Collin house for a bottle of Jack. The weather has turned but it is still colder than usual. Shane turns the heater a little higher inside his house. The first few shots go in nicely. Collin stretches himself on the recliner to give his tired legs a little of respite from being cooped up inside the squad car proudly displaying himself. His pants had left his body earlier. Coming inside the house, Shane gave him a good smack on his behind. Shane knew he could have his friend if he asked but a little nudge shouldn’t hurt. Collin didn’t require much urging because he needed to be freed after Shane gave him a good massage between his legs. Still standing by the door in the heavy jackets, he watched Shane unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. His cock sprung out of his jeans when it was pulled down. Collin hold onto his friend head guiding it to his waiting cock. He moaned when the warm lips wrapped around the head of his manhood. His hips moved in synched with Shane’s bobbing head. His knees weakened and had to lean back on the door. He was already gasping for air when Shane stopped. “That’s one hell of a greeting,” Collin said. “Do you do that to anyone you invite to your house,” he added. Shane did not answer but gave him another smack on both of his ass cheeks before standing up. “Get comfy and get some ice from the fridge,” Shane told his friend. Collin proceeded to hang his coat by the door and shrugged his shoulder as if saying “well” when he checked his undone pants. He kicked off his shoes and just pulled down his pants and stepped out of it then his underwear followed. Shane made a quick trip to his room and also came back with with only his white shirt on. “Glad you can join the party,” Collin joked when saw him already half naked. That’s when he moved to the recliner to give the sofa to his friend. Shane poured the glasses just enough to cover the ice cubes in in them. The first pour was gone quick so is the the next one. “So you really are gonna a detective.” “Yeah, I’ve been wearing uniform for most of my life. It will be a nice change to go to work in regular clothes.” He takes sip from his glass. “Damn, this tasted good for some reason.” “It’s the shit,” Collin props himself back and pours another shot of Jack. “The right stuff to get your blood flowing,” Shane showing his stiffing cock that he’s been tugging on as he look at his friend laying on the recliner with his semi-hard cock on is stomach. “You need help with that?” Collin proposes. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” Collin takes a swig from his sipping glass then positions himself between his friend’s legs who is sitting by the edge trying to top his own glass. Collin doesn’t wait for his buddy to finish what he is doing and just starts going down on his friend. “Hold on a sec,” Shane says. Collin comes up running his hands on Shane’s inner thighs waiting for him to settle on the couch. Shane takes another sip and set the glass on the side table. He leans back. The sight of his friend’s now erect penis is inviting. Collin goes down on it once again. Shane responds by massaging his shoulder. The feeling of Collin white undershirt doesn’t quite suites him. He tugs on it, which prompts Collin to take his remaining garment off. Much better. It’s a whole different experience touching a warm naked skin specially those parts that stay hidden under the clothes. Collin is giving him now a more than satisfying oral stimulation. He had learned a while ago to take him in fully after several training sessions as they both called it. Tonight Collin has to undergo another one. “Wanna move to my room,” Shane suggests. “Yeah,” Collin agrees. He turns around to look for his glass and down the remaining liquid in it. “Some more courage,” he adds. “You’ll be fine.” “You’re about to have the finest ass in this neck of the wood.” That’s Collin still trying to act cool. Collin lays in the middle of the bed. He is resolved to letting Shane dictates how things should go. Shane crawls up the bed spreading Collin’s legs. He takes his shirt off and flexes his muscles putting a show before his prey. “Cut the crap,” Collin catches on his act. “No fun. Not even letting me enjoy the moment.” “If you were someone else maybe. It just looks funny since I know you.” “Oh well.” Shane lays on his stomach supporting himself with his elbows between friend’s legs. Collin’s cock twitches in front of him expecting some attention. Shane inspects the girth of his friend before stroking it. “Fat dick,” Shane compliments him. “All yours.” “I guess you wouldn’t mind if I put this in my mouth,” Shane teases him. “Will be much appreciated,” Collin replies. Shane goes down on his friend’s cock. Little by little, it disappears in his mouth. Collin gasps when Shane has taken in the full length of his cock. His hands respond by grabbing the back of Shane neck. “Oh shit!” Collin exclaims as he pushes himself even deeper. “Damn,” he says after letting his friend’s head go. “Fuckin’ good lookin’ dick,” Shane compliments him again to get him going. Shane pleasures him until he is heaving. His subdued “oh yeahs” and the slurping that sometimes come from büyükesat ankara the Shane’s busy lips are the only thing that can be heard inside the room. With Collin already into it, Shane makes his move. He runs his fingers between his friend’s ass cheeks. Collin raises his knees giving Shane full access to his cherry. If Collin’s cock isn’t in his mouth, he will be sporting the biggest grin. Collin’s behind is not completely smooth, but only dusted by blond short hair, a striking contrast compare to his thighs, which is decorated by slightly longer hair that continues on down his legs. He’s the kind of guy who has the right amount of hair in the right places and lacking is some few sweet spots. With his buddy giving it away, he starts massaging his hole with his fingers allowing it to relax. Shane sits on his legs asking Collin to hand him the tube of lubrication that he set on the nightstand earlier in the evening. Collin knows what is coming next. Shane lubes his fingers and spread some of it on Collin’s pink hole. He continues to massage the opening, circling his fingers around it slowly then pushing in the tip of his middle finger. Collin closes his eyes just waiting for the sensation of Shane’s finger to finally fill him. Another drop of lube will do the trick. “Aaaahhh!” Collin grunts when he felt Shane pushing in deeper. He is able to take the first finger with no problem even after Shane starts sliding his finger in and out. Shane is a little baffled. “That wasn’t too bad,” Shane tells him. Collin opens his eyes. “I’ve been exploring,” he replies. “How many?” “Just one.” “How long?” “Now and then, when taking a shower.” “So ready for two?” “Yeah.” Collin twitches when Shane goes in with two fingers. He covers his face with his hands exclaiming the f-word over and over. Shane gets the kick out of it and just smiles. A few more push and he is in. Collin has the urge to straighten his legs to relieve the pressure but holds to the back of his knees instead. It’s part of the deal. It has to happen. He keeps on exclaiming the f-word. Shane lets him gets accustomed to the new sensation. He moves to side of the bed and begins to give Collin softening dick more oral attention. When Collin calms down, he continues on getting his friend ready for what’s coming next. “Ready?” Shane checks on him. “Yeah.” Shane gets out of the bed. Collin moves to the edge with his lower body hang on the side. He slumps on the bed on his stomach arms forward like when someone is being arrested. The round ass needs a good smacking. Shane gives it a slap. Collin raises his right hand with one finger points out. Collin waits. From behind, he can hear a plastic being ripped and that flicking sound of someone fitting in a thin rubber sheath. He grubs on to the sheets when he feels Shane parting his ass cheeks. “Oh shit!” Collin exclaims when the pressure mounts. “Oh shit! That is no longer a finger,” he adds when Shane finally makes a breakthrough. Collin still trying to make light of the moment. Shane pushes more of him. Collin jerks and lets out a grunt before settling down. “Oh shit! There’s a cock in my ass,” he adds. Half-way in, Shane tests things out. Slowly his hips starts grinding causing Collin to grub onto the bed sheet almost pulling all of it. “You OK?” Shane checks on his friend. Collin faced down on the bed answers with a muffled “yeah.” “Just a little more buddy. You’re doing great.” Shane tells him as he pushes more of him. The pressure builds up. Collin reflexes make him climb up. Only to expose himself wider for Shane who follows him up the bed. Collin is grunting profusely. Shane lays on top of him and stops his assault. “Still doing fine there buddy?” “Yeah,” Collin replies. “It’s harder than I thought,” he says with feeling of being stretched still coursing through his body. “You’re doing great. It’s a touchdown, buddy.” Shane runs his hands over Collin’s arms to calm him down some more. The ample light from the night stand shines on Collin’s forehead where small beads of sweat start to form. Collin’s muffled grunts have eventually slowed down. Only his legs that he keeps raising and slamming on the bed show the sign of him still trying to fight the uncomfortable position he’s in. “There’s a fuckin’ cock in my ass,” Collin jokes. “I can’t believe, there’s a fuckin’ cock in my ass.” “I’ll go slow. Just tell me when you can’t take it anymore.” Shane hugs him from behind, but his hips start doing the work. Collin, as expected, tenses and resumes his abrupt grunting when he feels Shane’s manhood sliding in him. “Yeah, buddy. Vocalized it,” Shane coaches him. A few more minutes has passed. Collin is no longer tensing his body but his grunts that he is still subduing shows that he is not completely in the clear. Shane pulls out to give his friend some respite. Shane taps his friend’s ass. “Let’s get a little more comfy,” Shane suggests after finding themselves in an uncomfortable position by the edge of the bed. Shane didn’t want to pass on the opening and had to start all over again. Collin crawls to the middle of the bed. His knees had lost all the strength. Fluffing two pillows before clutching them for support, he positions himself in the middle of the bed. Shane adds a few more drops of lubrication on Collin. Another wrapper goes flying trough the air. He spreads more lubrication on his cock. Stroking it, getting it harder. Collin turns around and surprisingly says, “What are you doing? Just stick it back in.” Shane smiles and just too glad to fulfill the request. Straddling his friend from behind, he spreads the ass cheeks in front of him and slowly slides himself back in. It is still tight but his well lubricated stiff manhood goes in with no problem. Collin buries his face in the pillow. “Hmmpt,” Shane hears from his friend. He is no longer tensing like before. With one hand on his friend’s lower back and another by the shoulder, Shane moves his body in a regular rhythm. He watches his own stiff rod disappears inside his friend. The man underneath is relaxing little by little. “Buddy, I wanna go in deeper,” he tells Collin, moving his legs in between Collin’s strong looking legs. The other man parts his legs apart spread-eagle in bed. It was too far apart to Shane’s liking. He hooks them closer a little, he wants his legs rub against them. The warm touch of Collin’s skin and the course feeling of their body hair flicking on each other like thousands of sensory wires connecting them sent Shane to a world of his own that he might have forgotten who is under him. With a quick thrust, he buries all of him inside Collin. “Fuck!” Collin exclaims. “Ooops! Sorry. I got carried away,” Shane pretends to apologize. After the surprise assault, Shane carefully proceeds. Collin utters his first moan that sounds more like pleasure. The moans come in regular interval responding to Shane thrusts. Shane once again lays on Collin’s back, sharing the good sweat that is now trickling from his face down to his chest. With their manly skin secretion mix between them. Shane hugs his friend tightly. There is delight to the slickness between their rubbing bodies. The warmth of his every breath tickles the back of Collin’s neck. Collin finds his friends hands under him. He clasps them with his fingers in between Shane’s. That small gesture gives he some assurance that he can finally let himself go. Collin moans his “yeahs.” The slowly dance finally is about to yield its result. “Buddy, I gonna cum,” Shane whispers on Collin’s ears. “Go for it,” the man underneath him says. For a brief moment Shane picks up his pace, which drives Collin in between pain and ecstasy. One long grunt then his quick forceful thrusts follow, then one last thrust to drain every ounce of his seed. Shane’s collapses on top of Collin, putting his full weight on him as he catches his breath. “Thanks bud,” he says as he rolls out of him. Satisfied, he gently removes the thin rubber containing the reward for his effort. Shane is proud of what he had produced that he dangles it for Collin to see. “That’s how much you made me cum.” Collin turns his head to look. The front of his short cropped hair has gone flat from the sweat that is still visible on his forehead. He stays on his stomach clutching on the pillows that helped him with his initiation. “Damn, almost filled that sucker,” he says. Shane gets off the bed. He opens the toilet cover and drops his used condom. The evidence of the night swirls around before disappearing with a big blurp. He can only remember experiencing that intense release when he was still with Shawn who had a certain penchant for letting someone to have his way with him when he is on his stomach. Just a few compliments about how his body look, and if you are the right person, he is yours for the taking. When he steps out of bathroom, Collin is still in the same position. “Do you want me to finish you off?” he offers. “Nah, I’m OK.” “You sure?” “Yeah, I’m still feeling the burn.” “Sorry about that. How was it?” “It’s like torture in the beginning but it feels different by the end.” “I like the stretching sensation myself,” Shane adds. “That, and then when you hit a certain spot, it’s like being jack off from the inside. But, the burn was about to kill me. If you turned me the other way, I would have punched you in the face.” “LOL. Another shot should take care of that.” Shane steps out of the bedroom to get the bottle Jack they left in the living room. Collin props himself up by the headboard revealing the wet shiny spot of his own natural lubrication that he left on the white linen. Shane pours some drinks between them. “Much better,” Collin says, finishing his in one swig. “My knees are like jello.” “You really manned it up,” Shane says recognizing his friend’s effort.

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Hello again guys, this is the final season for Alex and Sebastian. I hope you guys enjoy!

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11 weeks before the wedding

“If you don”t want to go man � then don”t.”

I looked at Ralf and tried to get him to understand what was going through my head. “I don”t know if I want to or not.”

Ralf grabbed my shoulders and gently shook me. “Look man, if you still have feelings for him �”

“I don”t have feelings for him.” Truth was after the last time I saw him, I didn”t know what I felt. “I just � it”s been years, man. I don”t know what I should be feeling.”

“It”s just a dinner, Seb. If you feel nervous, just say some work stuff came up or that you got sick.”

I laughed, “Like that”s any better! No one”s going to believe that! Especially not him.”

Ralf laughed at my dilemma. That asshole, ha. “Well then, what are you going to do?”

I shook my head because there was only one thing I could do. “I”m going,” I said. “I”m going for Lea and Brandon. That”s it.”

Ralf seemed okay with that decision. “There it is. Sounds good, then.”

As the week rolled around, I felt more and more nervous for Saturday. Lea had decided to hold a small “Welcome Back” dinner for demetevler escort all of us at this fancy Italian restaurant in town. It wasn”t that I had feelings for Alex � not after all these years � I was just … self-conscious about where I was at in life.

For the better half of a decade, I was still stuck in this little town. Yes, I raised a beautiful daughter by myself. I was there for every tear and every late night diaper run while at the same time holding down a job as a bartender and finishing school. I had graduated with my Bachelor”s in Biology � it just took me a little while longer than other people. I was now working as a teacher at a local high school.

I hadn”t really kept up with Alex but Lea and Ralf had shared little things here and there throughout the years. Hell, even my sister, Michele, knew more about Alex than I did. She had spent some time with him and Jay some years ago when she moved from Houston to Austin. From what I heard, he had gone back to school and gotten a masters in Science and had lectured a few courses at UT. Ralf had heard from Lea that he had a position lined up at our old university while he was in town but I already knew that.

Then there was Matt.

I didn”t want to think about them tonight. I”d have enough time to let that hurt my head tomorrow night at the dinner. Instead, I decided to head to the place that had been there for me throughout the years: El Vaso.

In the past decade, El Vaso had been passed down to a new owner. Luckily, the new owner decided to keep the same name and atmosphere. Yes, there had been small changes here and there but, all in all, El Vaso was the same place it had been all those years ago.

Since Lily had wanted to spend this week with Stella, I had left her with Emma and Mark. As I got out of my car and walked inside, I felt goosebumps in my arms. I breathed in and out to compose myself and headed to the bar. I ordered myself a craft beer and listened to a random guy sing.

“Mind if I sit here?”

I turned to see a girl in a tight mustard dress looking at me.

“No,” I said. “Not at all.”

“Thanks,” dikmen escort she smiled. After sitting down for a second, she waved the bartender over and ordered a craft beer as well.

“You have good taste,” I said, mentioning her beer selection.

“Thanks,” she smiled. Her eyes glanced down at the beer in my hand and she raised hers. “You, too,” she said. After a second, she added, “Name”s Melissa, by the way.”

I outstretched my hand. “Sebastian.”

She took my hand in hers and shook it. “Nice to meet you, Sebastian.”

“So,” I said, turning to face her. “Are you waiting for someone or-“

Melissa smiled at me. She had a nice smile. “Actually, yes.” I couldn”t explain it but my heart sank a little. She must have noticed this as she added, “Oh, you misunderstand. My friend is having her bachelorette party. We stopped by here for some music and drinks. I”m waiting on them so we can head somewhere else.” Melissa looked back to a corner of the room and I noticed five other girls � one wearing an unmistakable tiara � drinking and staring at the guitar player on stage.

“And you left them because �”

“I got tired of all their giggling and, if you must know,” Melissa looked away from me and straight at the mirror that lined the back of the bar. “I saw a cute guy sitting at the bar and wanted to talk to him.”

“Is that right?” I smiled. “Well, good job, then.” I raised my beer and drank.

“So,” she said as she turned to face the stage and leaned back. “Would you ever do something like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” she said, referring to the singing guy onstage.

“Sing? Yeah, I”ve done it before, actually.”

“Really?” Melissa took a sip from her beer and smiled. “Sing something, then.”

“You want me to sing?” I asked.

“Yeah. Think of it as a gift for the bride-to-be. Besides,” she smiled. “Everyone likes a guy who can sing.”

I smiled at her. “Who am I to keep that from the bride-to-be?” Finishing my beer, I waited for the guy onstage to finish his song and I walked up after him. I took a guitar from nearby in my hand and leaned toward the microphone. elvankent escort

“Hey guys,” I started. “Sebastian here. This one”s for the bride-to-be sitting over here.” I looked over to the girl with the tiara on her head and smiled. “Wish the best to you and your guy.”

I don”t know if it was something I said, but for the second time tonight I felt goosebumps form on my forearms. I coughed the thought away and took a deep breath.

“What”s going on in your world?

I hope that you”re doing fine.

I just called to say there”s not a day that you don”t cross my mind.

I just wanted to see if you feel like me � sorry that we said goodbye.

So what”s going on in your world?

It sure is lonesome in mine.”

I don”t know why I chose this song. George Strait”s What”s Going on in Your World wasn”t exactly one of my favorites, regardless, something must have come over me and made me sing this song. Even now, listening to the lyrics I sang, I felt an immense sense of melancholy washing over me.

I couldn”t prove it, but I had the strange sense that someone was watching me. Again, it was pretty stupid of me to think that since I was upstage and everyone was already watching me.

I couldn”t push that feeling away, though.

“Just tell me that you”re happy and I”ll hang up the phone.

Just tell me you don”t need me anymore and I”ll leave you alone.

I just wondered if you had somebody new after all of this time.

So what”s going on in your world?

It sure is lonesome in mine.

What”s going on in your world?

It sure is lonesome in mine.”

At the end of my song, I saw a good part of the audience clap for me including Melissa. I smiled at her as I walked off stage.

“That was so good, Sebastian!” She placed her hand on my shoulder and I noticed it lingered there a little while longer than it should have.

“Thanks,” I smiled again.

It looked like Melissa was about to say something else when something behind me caught her attention. “Sorry,” she said. “It looks like my friends are ready to go.” Melissa reached behind her and got a napkin from the bar. “Here,” she said as she wrote something down. “Call me whenever you can.” Before she left, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. “See you around, Sebastian.”

Just like that, Melissa and her friends left, leaving me alone again at the bar while another person walked on stage and sang.

What”s going on in your world?

It sure is lonesome in mine.

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Subject: Graft Gang Chapter 5 Graft Gang, Chapter 5 This story is fictional, and any resemblance to any person is purely coincidental. This story contains graphic descriptions of man-to-man sex, if this is not for you or illegal in your area please don’t continue reading and leave now. Remember, this is fantasy so be safe. Otherwise enjoy. Please consider a donation to Nifty. All donations, large and small, support this incredible site and the tremendous work they do to keep it running smoothly and so enjoyable for us all. Thank you. From the previous chapter (4): Superman Rob looked down on all three heroes below him with a huge grin, Tim now tangled up with Zack and Matt, until Zack groaned and breathlessly exclaimed, “What a fuckin’ winner this kid is,” after which Matt squeezed Zack’s nipple and heard one final “oohhhh” from the not-so-angelic angel. Just then Matt heard some commotion as more guys came into the room… Zack looked up and smiled and yelled to the newcomers “Took you pussies long enough to get here!” Everybody started laughing, Matt still in a daze but concentrating on the three figures at the bottom of the stairs. Matt would learn that the rugby player dressed like a fireman was Roman, the other rugby player dressed as a policeman was Kevin, and the football player in the Wolverine outfit was Tony. He would learn that Roman and Kevin were real-life partners, having met on the rugby team, and had an exclusive relationship with one another EXCEPT with the other members of Graft. Tony just hitched a ride to the party with the lovebirds. Tony looked like a much more handsome Wolverine, with a half yellow, half black mask, yellow gloves, and yellow pants with boots. A huge, hairy chest was the star of his costume, Matt thought to himself, though the guy’s massive arm muscles and cut abs stuck out in his mind as well. As for Roman and Kevin, well they were just adorable he thought. Kevin was a little taller than Matt, a smooth hunk, Asian-mixed race Matt figured, with spiked black hair which made him as tall as his 5′ 10″ hunk of a boyfriend. Kevin’s cop outfit consisted of a hat, tight blue short sleeve shirt with badge, and tight short blue shorts. Hairless from forehead to toe, as much as Matt could make out, not an ounce of fat on the man, his back looking extra wide from a tiny waist. This contrasted with his hulk of a boyfriend. Roman looked like a beast, with his fireman’s hat, red suspenders, black pants and shoes, and soot on his face which made him appear even more delicious if that was possible. But what differentiated them the most was the 50 lbs of muscle or so that Roman had on his man. Roman looked as wide as he was tall, muscles on his muscles, his neck’s trapezius muscles each looking like half a watermelon. Hairy chest, powerful tree trunk legs, and confident, as he walked right up to Matt and planted a kiss on his cum-soaked face. “Mmmmmmmm,” said Roman in a deep voice, “tastes like my teammates spunk. Zack always shoots a tasty load, huh Matt?” All that Matt could reply with was, “You’re fucking gorgeous.” That made Roman and all the guys laugh and feel at ease with this cute, new possible member they were meeting. All the guys were mingling near Matt now until Paul said, “well guys, I need to go to another party, Provost stuff, so I’m going to shower here then go home and get the rest of my costume, can’t go looking this skimpy.” Rob said much of the same, he needed to make a showing with some other Athletic leaders and needed to get back and put the rest of his outfit together. Zack also said he needed to go to the rugby party and make a showing, Roman and Kevin stating they had just come from there (Roman had a full fireman’s jacket on over at the rugby house), but that this party looked like a LITTLE more fun. Paul continued, “Looks like others could use a shower too.? Wanna join us in the shower Matt?” Matt just smiled and was led into the shower, followed by Paul, Zack, Rob, Marty and Pete. The shower was classy along with the rest of the place, Matt figured about 15 feet long by 8 feet wide, with 6 showerheads, and benches to relax on as well, all tiled and spotless. Being fairly open, it could accommodate a good number of guys, and an audience if desired. Soap and lube stations were already set up, of course. The water was warm, the guys by now all stripped of their costumes, all kissing and soaping up one another, Roman, Kevin, Tony and Tim now watching the action from just outside the shower entrance. “Move aside guys,” said Luke, “this is one bat that needs to find a home in a tight, wet cave,” and he stripped and moved to join the group of gorgeous, wet hunks enjoying each other’s bodies and the water. “Let me wash your back,” Paul said to Matt, who just moaned as Paul’s strong hands began to run soap up and down his strong, broad muscles, fingers lingering and probing at his crack. “Turn around, I’ll get you rinsed off,” he continued. Once Matt was soap-free, Paul turned him around again and leaned him on one of the benches, “my god this is a fine hole boy,” he said, as he started kissing his glutes, then biting them softly, then opening up the boy’s hole and ever so gently, ever so slowly, started licking his hole. Matt let out a steady moan for a while, until a strong hand grabbed him under his cheek and a hard shaft pointed in front of his face. “Let’s see what one gymnast can do for another,” Pete said, as Matt reached out, moved his hand down the shaft, gently grabbed Pete by the balls, and guided his cock down his throat to the pubes in one, easy motion. “Holy fuuuuucck, so damn gooooood, so damn waaaaarm,” Pete yelled, the chemistry between the two gymnasts clear, Pete holding Matt’s head by the chin, Matt looking up at Pete with his own set of baby blues, enjoying the feel, taste and smell of this beautiful man. By now Marty, Zack, Rob and Luke were warming each other up with sexy blowjobs for the main course, which of course was Matt, whether he knew it by now or not. Paul, on the other hand, grabbed some lube and just shoved his perfect dick up Matt’s hole, causing Matt to push forward into Pete’s crotch, momentarily releasing the gymnast’s dick from his mouth to yell and tell the Provost, “yeah, Paul, show me how a real man fucks a recruit…yesssssss…ohhhhh… FUCKING POUND THAT FUCKING HOLE YOU SUPERSTUD!” He screamed so no one misunderstood what he was there for and what he expected them to do to him. “Fucking silky smooth hooooooole…” Paul said as he picked up the pace of his assault on Matt’s ass, Matt’s cock leaking a steady stream of precum, “you feel sooooo fucking good inside me,” the boy said, the assault on his rectum quickening. By now some subtle cheering was coming from the onlookers, as more guys had joined the party. With encouragement from those in and out of the shower, it didn’t take long for Paul and Pete to reach points of no return. Matt felt the swelling dick in his mouth before the orgasm even hit Pete, “FUUUUUUUCK,” Pete screamed as Matt’s throat was filled with gymnast cum, shot after shot, Matt thought, “shit this kid really shoots a fuckin’ tasty load.” But Matt didn’t have long to think about Pete as Paul’s rhythm slowed down, his breathing now more labored, and with one final thrust, his cock exploded up Matt’s chute, “uhhh..uhhhh…uhhhhh…uhhhh” was all anyone heard come out of Paul’s mouth, his dick shooting over and over into the kid, pasting Matt’s insides, lubing up that still tight hole for more cum sticks to shred his cute, muscle ass. Finally coming down from his orgasm and catching air in his lungs, Paul said, “Matt, really hope to see a lot more of you around here in the coming emek escort years.” Knowing Paul’s influence on the group, there were high-fives all around, as Paul, Pete and Matt locked faces and lips in a warm, cummy kiss. “Next,” Zack said, as Paul moved away, Matt was sat down on a shower bench, leaned back with legs spread wide, and Zack just lined up his impressive tool and pushed his cock up the boy’s chute to the hilt. “Thanks for the lube, stud,” he said to Paul, Paul now showering off in the corner, big smile across his head and a nod of acknowledgment to the hunky rugby player. “You smell great…uuggghhh…like a fucking man should smell,” Matt told the rugby player in between the pounding he was getting. Luke approached the two now locked in a vicious fuck, Zack pounding all 200 lbs of stud beef into Matt’s frame. Luke aimed his cock into Matt’s mouth, still grunting with Zack’s thrusts, and Matt took Luke to the pubes, Luke throwing his head back in ecstasy, the warm moist mouth of the boy causing his legs to shake and weaken. How Matt loved the feeling of total control every time one of these super hunks would shove their dicks down to his tonsils. “Fuuuuuuck, hurry up Zack,” Luke said, “this kids mouth is so warm, still cum lubed up, but I gotta have my turn with that ass of his and I don’t want to shoot yet.” Zack was really pounding Matt’s hole now, sweat pouring out of him onto the boy, Zack bent down now and licking Luke’s dick up the shaft as well, kissing Matt at the same time, Luke out of control moaning. All of a sudden the group heard a roar from Zack as he unloaded in the kid, grunt after grunt, the guy had just cum a gallon down Matt’s throat earlier and was pumping another massive load in the kid. When he was done he breathlessly kissed Matt once more and said, “Hope I don’t have to wait too long to see this beautiful cunt of yours around some more — you’re a winner kid.” “Oh my god,” was all Matt could say, a sly grin across his face, “I need more — it’s Luke right?” Matt said to the kid with the dick in his face. “Get this beauty in my ass and fuck me hard, there’s going to be a line forming behind you.” Luke cracked up with some of the other guys, moved in between Matt’s legs, and started pummeling the kid HARD. Matt screamed out from the unexpected assault, but was quickly quieted by another dick jammed down his throat. “Shhhhhh…baby boy, Superman is here to help you,” Rob said, as 9.5 inches of perfect meat slid down to the recruit’s tonsils, Matt moans quickly putting a stop to his screams. With the fucking Luke was giving him, combined with multiple loads in the kid’s ass, it didn’t take long for Luke to unleash a torrent of jizz to add to the other loads already swimming in the kid’s still tight rectum. “yeaaaah…take that fucking load stud…ooooohhh soooo good,” said Luke. Luke just stayed still in Matt, enjoying the boy’s warm ass around his now empty dick and balls. “So much better than the football team’s party, but at least I’ll be relaxed to go to it now.” With that, Luke kissed Rob’s dick and Matt’ lips and moved away to clean up. “Get up for a second kid, let me sit down,” said Rob. Rob sat on the bench, leaning against one of the corners, holding his monster dick straight up in the air. “Slowly sit down on this rod, let me see you sink down and enjoy every inch,” he said to Matt. Matt turned around, put his feet flat on the bench, hovered over Rob’s monster meat, then doing what he was told, very slowly sat down and took the entire cock up his hole, Matt’s ass finally coming to a rest on Rob’s perfect thighs. “Fuck” was all that came out from many of the guys watching, with Tim, Tony, Roman and Kevin all yanking on their dicks, kissing and petting one another and warming themselves up for what was to come later. With Rob now stroking Matt’s raging dick, the crowd could see Matt’s eyes roll to the back of his head from the sensations as he rose and fell on Rob’s dick, precum pouring out steadily. Rob took some of the precum and fed Matt, who couldn’t seem to get enough. “Here, let me give him something better to swallow,” Marty said, who hopped up and planted his feet flat on the bench wider than Matt, bent down slightly, and shoved his own 9″ monster down Matt’s throat. “YOU MISS THIS BIG STICK YOU FUCKING WHORE?” Marty started slamming his dick to the back of Matt’s throat, Rob now thrusting up Matt’s ass as he approached orgasm. “Uggghhhh…such a great fucking throat Matt, so fucking smooth, I can’t last, I can’t last…UHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!…” was all Marty could get out as he unloaded a huge blast down Matt’s throat. “Let us see it,” said Roman from the shower room opening. Marty pulled his dick out and another blast hit Matt in the nose, another across his face, Matt now opening his mouth to catch any cum dripping into it. Just then Matt screamed as a vicious thrust from Rob destroyed his prostrate. Without touching himself, Matt’s dick exploded onto himself and Marty, Matt’s ass muscles convulsing and tightening on Rob’s massive dick, Matt just repeating in short breaths, “fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuuuuuuuck.” “Guys, I can’t hold out any longer,” Rob barely able to speak. With that he just kept still, and the crowd could see the cum go up his shaft into Matt’s waiting hole. Rob just kept shooting and shooting, using his massive hands to hold the kid in place, the kid wild with excitement from the two big dicks that had just unleashed torrents of spunk in him. After a while they caught their breath and began to wash up again. Soon, Paul, Zack, Luke, Marty, Pete and Rob had said their goodbyes, wide grins and satisfied cocks all around. Matt had recovered a bit now, a towel wrapped around his waist as he met the rest of the gang who had come to collect their own Halloween party treat, Tim making the introductions, pointing to each member with the 24 inch double-headed black dildo he was wielding and getting fond of. In addition to Tim, Matt, Tony, Roman and Kevin, the last 5 guys had arrived. All of them were former students who had stayed close enough to campus and stayed in ungodly shape to continue their gang memberships. Three of them were former rugby players, Jimmy came as a doctor, Will as a Swat Team member, and Ben as Captain America, Ben in nothing more than a half-mask, red, white and blue Speedo, and a small Captain America shield. All of them were taller than Matt, all of them muscular and looking gorgeous and delicious. The other two guys were former football players: Devin was a 6′ 1″ blonde, blue-eyed all American looking guy who actually dressed up as a football hero. The final guy, Mack, dressed up as Santa Claus, in nothing but a Santa hat and small red, black and white trunks. He was another big dude, well over 6 feet tall with large, flawless muscles, a slight dusting of dark hair on his chest. Matt thought, “More guys with stunning faces, perfect muscles, brilliant white teeth. Tim and Marty weren’t kidding…FUCK!” After some idle talk and a few more drinks, the 10 remaining guys moved over onto one of the beds. “Is this the fucking life or not Matt” Tim whispered to him. Matt just smiled back and nodded yes. “Kevin’s an exclusive bottom, but expect a wild ride from most of the other guys you magnificent SLUT,” the red-headed super stud told the kid, as he nibbled Matt’s ear, removed his towel, and tossed him onto the bed. “Hey,” Tony said, “is Matt gonna be able to take Roman, or is Roman STUCK with his stud boyfriend.” Matt didn’t understand until Roman removed his firefighter pants, causing Matt to do a double take and still remain dumbfounded, as the crowd shook eryaman escort their heads and smiled. While only a more average 6.5″ long, Roman’s cock was the widest cock the kid had ever seen. While Tim’s dick was about 2 inches across and Marty’s slightly wider, Roman’s had to be almost 3 inches across, almost as wide as a soda can, Matt thought. “HOLY FUCK that’s not possible,” Matt said. Roman began to stroke to full hardness, “yeah,” he said, “it certainly isn’t the biggest in this group, may actually be one of the smallest, but you can guarantee no one forgets it once it torpedoes a hole.” Jimmy, who came dressed as a doctor, with stethoscope and no shirt, and blue scrubs for pants, said, “We’re surprised Kevin can even walk, no one’s been able to take that brick comfortably for long except him. It’s probably why you too have lasted so long!” The crowd of hunks all erupted with laughter. Picking up on the position from the shower, Devin and Mack, the two former football players, guided Matt to the headboard. Mack took a seat and guided Matt, facing away, down on his 7.5″ dick, Matt’s eyes rolling back again, while all American Devin stood over the two and guided his dick into Matt’s waiting mouth. “Oh my god, Dev, this kids ass is so full of spooge, so fucking warm and wet…oooohhhh god,” moaned Mack, his powerful arms guiding Matt up and down his cock like Matt was a play thing. While this was happening, Kevin teased Roman by shaking his perfect ass in the air on the opposite side of the king bed. Determined to let everyone know just how compatible they were, Roman slowly pushed his massive member up his boyfriend’s chute. Sweat poured off of Kevin, who still struggled initially every time Roman invaded his hole. To help him relax, Tony, still with his Wolverine mask on but little else, shoved his pecker into Kevin’s moist mouth. “Here Kev, concentrate on this taste you magnificent FUCK.” Meanwhile, smack dab in the middle of the bed, Tim and Doctor Jimmy, both studs who occasionally bottomed, were lying back with their asses almost touching, Tim having lubed up the double-headed dildo nice and good. Shoving part of it up his tight, muscular butt, he gave the other end to Jimmy who did the same. With about 7 inches up each of their holes, they began to rock back and forth, moaning and groaning in unison. “Two pussy boys need to take a real man’s dick up their some day,” said Roman, his massively thick member slowly spearing in and out of Kevin, stretching the boy wide as usual, sweat pouring down both partner’s incredible muscles. “Someone shut these whiny boys up,” Roman said. Ben and Will just looked at each other, their dicks being stroked in their own hands long enough, so in swift movements, Ben now only in his half Captain America cap happily stuffed Tim’s mouth with his near 7 inch dick. Will, clad only in his black mesh Swat shirt, greedily stuffed his own 7 inch pole down Jimmy’s tonsils, all four men groaning with pleasure. Anyone looking at the bed from the outside would have been in awe at seeing 10 beautiful, powerful, muscular men going at it in such a small space. That is, until the near simultaneous blasts of cum that came from Tim and Jimmy, as the stimulus of the dildo up their not-so-well-trained holes, coupled with the smell and taste of their buddies cocks down their throats was too much for their minds and prostrates to handle. After the initial screams from both men, Ben and Will frantically moved their fists up and down their own cocks until Ben positively drenched Tim’s face and Will drowned Jimmy in his jizz. With sweat and cum dripping down their faces, both men desperately licking their faces to ingest some, Tim and Jimmy sat up, both still impaled on the long dildo, both laughing and embracing each other in a sweaty, sensual, cummy kiss. Both flopping back down on the bed, all Tim could get out was “Un-fucking-believable,” as Tim, eyes now closed, heard Jimmy say “Ohhhh yeahhh.” The action took a pause on the bed, with Matt being brought to the center of the mattress and the action. Tim told the guys, “I’ll hold him while you pound away…I’ve had my tongue, my fingers, and my rod in this kid’s hole and they all agree it was perfection.” Tim got up on his knees and Matt leaned into the super stud, kissing his lips, smelling his intoxicating sweaty, showered, cummy scent, feeling Tim’s stubble on his own, a sensory overload. Most of the guys would get to pound Matt, except Jimmy, who headed for the showers, satiated by the night’s activities. First up was Tony, who had moved from stuffing Kevin’s mouth with his cock after Roman, thick dick as he was, stimulated his boyfriends spot a bit too quickly and Kevin just exploded onto the mattress. Tony finally removed his Wolverine mask and Matt almost gasped at the beautiful dark haired man that was revealed. “Gonna pound you little man,” he said to Matt, kissing him passionately. All Matt could get out was “fuck me you gorgeous prick!” Tim asked Matt if he was having a good time, rubbing his shoulders while Tony was getting ready, and Matt was about to answer, but Tony lined up his 7+ inch dick and slammed it in hard, propelling Matt into Tim’s rock hard marble chest. “Is that what you meant when you said FUCK ME, you adorable CUNT?” Tony screamed as he really went to work now, holding onto Matt’s waist and pounding away with all 200 football pounds of muscle behind his thrusts, Tim having to brace himself as Matt kept getting launched into his smooth frame. “So fucking wet and still pretty damn tight in there…ooohhh,” Tony let out, sweat pouring down his hairy frame onto Matt’s back, Tony wiping sweat off of his face as he continued to pummel the kid’s ass into mush. “FUUUUUUUCK,” Tony screamed as his body shook and froze and dumped its load into Matt’s hole, Tony muttering incoherent swear words as he slowly came down from his climax. It was then that Devin moved into position. The all American blonde wasted no time shoving his 7.5 inch pole into Matt’s sticky ass, but being a bit more reserved, he slid his rod in and out slowly, enjoying every moment, Matt feeling every inch thrust carefully in and out of his frame, Matt’s sweat mixing with Tim’s as the two continued to make out passionately. Devin got in close and pulled Matt back to him and started kissing the stud, just as he picked up the pace and pounded away. “God you fucking pretty boy…so many loads in you already…gonna add one SOOOOOON!” Devin pushed Matt back into Tim and grabbed Matt’s ass and unloaded a huge load into Matt, Devin barely able to catch his breath. “More,” is all that Matt said, barely able to get the word out, Tim all smiles. Mack, in only his Santa Claus hat, grabbed Matt’s ass from Devin and in one swift thrust buried almost 8 inches of football jock dick in the recruit’s hole. Mack’s massive frame, honed from years of football and the gym, pushed Matt once again into Tim’s rock hard body. Devin moved in and kissed Mack rough on the lips while Mack was banging away into the kid, Devin a sweaty mess but clearly enjoying making out with another retired football buddy. He moved into position behind Mack, spread the man’s perfect, tight cheeks apart, and tongue-fucked Mack’s sweaty crack, driving both men crazy. The stimulation was too much for Mack to continue. “You want another load in that boy-cunt of yours, pretty man,” Mack said, breathless, “ooohhh here it CUUUUUUUUMS YOU FUCK,” as Mack screamed and unloaded a massive blast into Matt’s ass, Mack now pressed onto the kid’s muscle back for support, continuing to unload into the kid. “So hot,” was all that Tim esat escort could say, now sticking his tongue down Matt’s throat. The other guys who had not had their turn were salivating . “Hey Tim,” Ben said, “think the kid would be up to take on me and Will at the same time.” Tim just smiled, looked at Matt who was now trying to catch his breath, and said to the guys, “give it a shot, just take it real slow.” They cleared the middle of the bed, and Ben, now out of costume entirely, got down on his back, and Tim instructed Matt to sit on Ben’s pole, facing Ben. Matt did that and got a nice rhythm going, Ben not the thickest 7 inches but well-proportioned and such a hot man to look at, Matt could believe this guy could be Captain America, what with his 5′ 11″ muscle frame, built from rugby games past, hairy in all the right places, his scent intoxicating to the boy. All of sudden Matt felt something else on his hole. Will had moved into position with his own rod, and between all the cum up Matt’s hole and the extra lube Will slathered on his rod, his dick slid in right on top of Ben’s, both fucking Matt at the same time! Matt’s eyes flew wide open and he lost his breath for a second. “Go slow guys,” said Tim, “together, you’re still a lot, let him get used to it before you get rough, stagger your thrusts,” he smiled. “Ugggggghhh…uggggghh, oh my fucking god, I can’t catch my breath, I…fucking can’t… catch …my breath,” Matt struggled to keep control as the men didn’t move, letting him get used to 14 inches of dick up his hole. Tim got to the side of the action and looked Matt in the eyes. “Just try to relax, baby boy. Breath, just breath, we can stop if you want. Not everyone can take two dicks, especially as new to it all as you. You’re doing great.” Matt just looked at Tim, tears in his eyes, still trying to catch his breath and said to him, “Nnnnoooo…nooooo, it’s getting better, just give me a second….FUUUCCCK. I have…an idea.” And with that, Matt lifted Ben’s left arm and shoved his face into the man’s hairy pit, licking and smelling this gorgeous monster that was ripping his body apart. Ben’s scent was incredible, Matt was in heaven, and was relaxed enough to tell the guys, “go slow but start fucking me, please.” Ben and Will started moving slowly in and out, Matt’s once tight ass not so tight anymore, but so full of so many cum loads that they were sliding in and out with ease, their dicks covered with other guy’s cum when they left Matt’s ass, just to be plunged into the goo that was his sweet rectum again. This went on for a while, Ben just groaning from the double dick and armpit stimulations he was getting, Will going crazy as he pounded slowly and steadily from above. All of sudden Matt straightened up a bit, a vicious simultaneous thrust from both men assaulting his prostrate. Matt’s body just turned stone-like and his dick erupted again without him touching it, the first and only large blast hitting Ben in the chin, the rest pooling in a watery mess on the man’s stomach. For Ben and Will, Matt’s clenched ass upon orgasm caused them both to spill their second loads into the boy’s hole, Ben’s head rocking side to side in ecstatic agony, Will holding onto Matt’s back for dear life as his rugby body convulsed with euphoria. The guys withdrew and Matt sat up, sweat pouring off of his muscular frame, the boy trying to catch his breath, the smell of sweat and sex permeating the sheet-soaked bed. Despite what he had just been through, inwardly he smiled, amazed he had taken two dicks up his ass when two weeks ago he had a tight virgin hole. “What a trip,” he thought. “I think you opened him up enough for me,” Roman said, “if that’s ok with you Matt.” Matt was on his knees barely able to form a coherent thought. “Well,” he said, still exhausted and spent, “I’ve come this far, I’m up for more — just be gentle.” Everyone in the room smiled, Roman especially, since only his boyfriend really could take his beer can thick tool. Roman kissed Matt, wiped away the sweat from the recruit’s brow, and laid the boy on his back. With plenty of cum and lube in place, Roman lifted the boy’s legs up with ease and started entering the boy’s tender hole. What seemed like moments actually took long minutes, Roman giving Matt time to get used to the wide invasion of his precious space, Matt sweating like mad and holding onto the sheets, Tim at the opposite end, holding the boy’s head and running his hands through Matt’s sweaty hair. “You beautiful superstar, couldn’t fucking imagine you’d take almost everyone here in one night, and all the biggest dicks, I mean, fucking incredible,” he said to the boy as he gave him an upside down kiss on the lips, the other guys all nodding or agreeing out loud with Tim’s statements. With one final push, Roman’s pubes were against Matt’s ass cheeks. “Holy shit, look at that, Roman said,” as Matt was sweating and writhing on the bed, having another intense orgasm, his mouth wide open in a silent scream, little to no cum left to come out. The guys were amazed to see this, as Roman felt Matt’s ass clench his dick like a vice grip. Roman hadn’t cum all night, and Matt’s insides were so drenched in all his buddy’s cum, it didn’t take many strokes up that warm, sloppy, now tightening environment for his dick to explode up the little man’s ass, Roman falling onto Matt with all his massive weight, kissing the boy as he finished unloading volleys of DNA up his chute, writhing with the boy, their sweaty bodies mingling and on fire. “Fucking, fucking stud,” was all Roman could get out as he rolled off Matt, breathless. Matt just lay on the bed, unmoving, smiling and eyes shut. “Guys,” Tim started, “go ahead and shower, Matt and I will close the place up, I’ll get with some of you tomorrow to help me clean this mess up.” The guys smiled, covered Matt with kisses, thanked him for being such a good sport, and made their way to the showers, hooting and hollering and laughing at the good time they just had. “Happy fucking Halloween to us,” Roman yelled, the rest echoing his statement. Tim just stayed with Matt, caressing and kissing him, whispering to him how great he did, until all the other guys left. “Come on pretty boy, if you can still walk, I’ll help clean you up,” Tim told Matt, who was just starting to stir. Matt got up slowly, and he and Tim made their way to the shower. The warm water felt good, but Matt admitted it did sting a bit on his cock and his hole, Matt now realizing the ridiculous workout both just received. Matt had never been more relaxed in his life, his brain barely registering the shower as he held onto Tim for support, this man who had started it all and remained with him to the end. “Let’s get you back to your apartment and get you to bed you beautiful whore, I’ve never been more proud of anyone I’ve brought into the Gang EVER than of you tonight,” Tim told him as they got dressed, locked up and headed out to the car. “Hope you had a good time,” he added. Matt sat down carefully in the car, the effect of dozens of inches of dicks of varying sizes and widths up his now abused hole becoming quickly apparent to him. “Best time ever,” is all Matt said. The rest of his weekend was a blur of meetings and exploring the campus and the town, mainly with Tim and Pete, as being seen with two studs from the gymnastics program would appear normal. He ached all over for a while, and his ass was on fire, but each time he hurt it made him smile, he fucking loved this shit. By the time he got home late Sunday, he had a letter waiting for him from the University. He opened it nervously in front of his parents. He had been accepted to Western U and to their gymnastics team with a full scholarship. “I guess you really impressed them all,” his dad said. With a sly grin and a huge smile, Matt said, “It was hard at times but I tried my best dad — and I think it’s going to be a great 4 years!” Thank you for all of your comments so far – keep them coming if you choose to. More to cum…

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All this was going through my mind in a matter of seconds as she continued her dance. She got up off me and slowly moved away from me turning her back to me as she did. She looked as good from the back side as she did from the front. Her shoulders in proportion to her waist and that lovely curved ass of hers, she kept me rock hard.

“Do you like this view also Marc?” she asked softly and seductively. She slowly bent over to put her hands on the couch in front of her and said, “or is this view even better?”

I was melting inside for sure and said, “I like both views Ashlyn, but I can think of more than one thing I could do with you in that position!” I was thinking that I wanted to slip that G-string off her and slide up behind her, placing my hands on her hips and rubbing my hard cock against her naked ass!

She wiggled that enticing ass at me saying, “I guess you are not the first one who likes my ass, so I am not surprised.” As she stood up again and turned to walk toward me my heart began beating faster. “Let me slip back on those long legs of yours Marc I want to feel those strong hands on my ass as I grind against you!” she said through a seductive smile!

“I don’t have any problem with that Ashlyn,” I said as she straddled my waist sitting down on my legs as she did. As she settled down on to my thighs, I reach around and caressed those lovely cheeks of hers, squeezing them gently. Her as was firm and felt good in my hands as I told her, “I think I could squeeze this lovely ass of yours all night long Ashlyn,”

She liked how my hands were working her butt too. Esenyurt Escort “You have nice hands Marc, I like the way you are doing that it feels good,” she whispered into my ear as she leaned forward against my chest. Her mouth was nearly against my right ear as she gently blew into it. Her warm breath sent shivers through my body again. My cock was straining against my jeans as she continued to blow into my ear, occasionally licking my ear which made me squeeze that ass a little bit harder.

The she slid her waist up farther so that she was now straddling my waist. Without stopping the breathing into my ear, she started to grind her pussy against my solid cock! She moved her pussy back and forth over my hard dick, my hands helping her motion as they never left her ass,

The breathing turned to moaning on her part, as she finally said, “Damn sweetie, you have something very nice in those pants don’t you!”

“I like to think I do Ashlyn,” I replied, as I turned my lips toward her neck gently kissing it as she continued to slowly grind against my cock. “I just love your scent Ashlyn, it is a real turn on,” I said as I continue to move my lips up and down the nape of her neck.

“I love that Marc, you lips feel so soft, you are turning me on and that is not supposed to happen,” she chuckled as she leaned back away from me. She pushed herself back off me standing back up again, as the song that was playing began to end. “Well my dear that is the end of the dance, I do hope you enjoyed it,” she said softly cupping her breasts and pushing them Beylikdüzü Escort together.

“I do have something that will fit nicely in the cleavage Ashlyn,” I said as I watched her

“I know you do Marc, I am not sure I have enough cleavage thought to hold it,” she replied with in a coy voice. “I can imagine it would really feel good here though!” she added as she looked down at her breasts.

“I can imagine the same thing Ashlyn, and partially because of that I still am a little uncomfortable,” I said with a broad smile, as I adjust my position on the couch. “It also doesn’t help that now I have to wait til I get home to take care of this fantasy I have flying through my mind right now,” I added with a wink.

“Well maybe you don’t have to wait til you get home Marc, you know I have been told that I have had a kind of extreme effect on men at times,” Ashlyn responded as she slip her wrap back around her waist. She then picked up her bra off the couch and said, “Can you help me with this?” as she held the two sides of the bra with the clasp toward me.

“I most definitely can.” I said as I reached up and took the clasp and slip the ends together. As I finshed the clasp I slid my hands down along the sides of her. I couldn’t believe how smooth her skin was and how soft. I wanted to just pull her towards me and slip my arms around her. Pressing my body against her was all I wanted to do at that moment!

“I bet I can tell what you are thinking at this exact moment Marc,” Ashyln said surprisingly. “If I am right you have to get another Avcılar Escort dance right now and if I am wrong you get another dance but it is on me, what do you think?” she said with a wry smile.

What the hell I thought for me it is a win win bet as it might cost me $40 more bucks, but that would be the worst of it for me! “OK I will take that bet Ashlyn!” I said excitedly.

“If my guess is correct Marc, you were wanting to slid those soft hands of yours around my waist and pull me back towards you, didn’t you?” she said in a very assured manner.

I know I didn’t care if she was right or wrong, but how did she know, how could she have known that I was thinking that! There had to be something more going on with this connection between the two of us then I ever considered, this couldn’t be sheer chance!?

“I don’t believe it Ashlyn, how did you know?” I asked her with bewilderment on my face.

She replied with a wide smile and said “It is what I wanted you to do Marc and I just had a sense you were thinking the same thing.”

My mouth just about dropped again! She wanted me to do it. I had never had a dancer say she wanted me to do anything with her or to her except pay her! Was Ashlyn trying to tell me something or was she just setting up future dances with me? I was so excited but also so skeptical because this woman was absolutely beautiful and could have anyone she wanted. No way she decided I was someone to find out more about.

“You wanted me to put my arms around you Ashlyn, really?” I said with a quizzical look on my face. “Why would you have wanted me to do that? I continued.

She looked at me with a wry smile and said, “I liked the feel of your hands on me Marc and I really liked the feel of that hard cock in your pants against me!”

“Well then I guess I better pay off my wager then Ashley, you ready to give me another dance?” I asked.

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First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I’ve said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that’s what you’re looking for, I’m sorry to disappoint. I started it wanting to do a running chronicle that spans years like a soap opera, so it may never actually reach a satisfactory end for some people. With that in mind, if you haven’t read all previous chapters, I suggest you do so before proceeding.

If I haven’t already scared you off, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. All mistakes are mine. All people, places and institutions are made up, this story in no way reflects reality and any similarities to it are coincidental. Enjoy.

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Chapter 06

Cybil clutched Ardella’s hand. Despite Ardella’s insistence that she was okay, she didn’t seem to be able to stay focused. Cybil had already tried three times to explain what had happened to her. The stupid Sheriff’s deputies had hauled Mason and Pat off in cuffs, along with three of the four men that had started everything. She guessed she was lucky they hadn’t taken her too, but now the paramedics were seeing to the last of those animals, instead of her friend, the victim. Everything was just so ass backwards.

A second ambulance finally showed up, one of the medics coming over to check out Ardella. He asked Cybil if she had been unconscious and for how long when Ardella had a hard time answering his questions. Cybil told him yes, maybe five minutes, but she was sure no more than ten. She wanted to go to the Sheriff’s office and scream at the idiots that had taken Mason, but she had to stay with Ardella to make sure she was going to be okay. Her need to be in several places at once piling frustration on top of her angry.

Looking around, she saw the other girls huddle together at the picnic table with all their stuff, Katey trying to comfort a quietly crying Shelby. Becky looking as pissed as she felt. Another medic arrived with an ambulance stretcher, so she went over to the girls.

“I’m going to follow Ardella to the hospital and makes sure she’s okay,” she began, “but someone needs to go find out what’s going on with Mason and Pat.” And she reached out to grip Shelby’s arm when she looked up.

“We’ll go find out what we can.” Becky told her, picking up Ardella’s bag and handing it to Cybil. “But someone needs to call Brigid too.”

“I’ll do it.” She agreed, grabbing her own bag and rooting through it for her phone, coming up with both hers and Mason’s, before she found her keys. “You have the keys to the CX?” she asked, rattling hers.

“I’ve got them, don’t worry about us. I’ll call you when we find anything out.” Becky told her, then pointed. “You better get going, they’re loading her.” Glancing over, Cybil saw she was right and headed that way, stopping at the back of the ambulance to ask where they were taking her.

“Cybil?” Ardella called her when she spotted her, confusion and fear in her voice.

“I’ll be right behind you.” Cybil assured her as the medics pushed the stretcher into the ambulance. Then turned to him, “Is she going to be okay?”

“She should be, but we need to get her to X-ray and see if there is any fracturing or internal swelling.” He told her as he loaded their kits in after her, then climbed in himself. “We’re heading to Lawrence Memorial if your following.” He told her just before he pulled the door shut and the siren came on. Cybil watched them pull onto the road, then found Brigid’s name on her phone and hit call.

Brigid called Allan when Cybil got done telling her what had happened, then started throwing things in a bag. Allan made a call to the law offices of Stanton & Stanton that sent one Stanton, and one junior partner along with five associates descending on the Middlesex Sheriff’s Department while two more associates headed to the hospital.

Marcus didn’t hesitate when Brigid stopped her car in front of his cottage and honked, he heard what was going on and called Danny, picked him up and crawled into the Miata. Allan met them at the airfield and ushered them on to a Cessna parked beside the Piper Brigid had flown in on her visit, and they were in the air.

Cybil ended the call with Brigid, feeling a little more in control just knowing she was on her way. She glanced back at the picnic table where they’d spent the afternoon as she started for her car and stopped. The others were hurrying toward her, Katey and Shelby loaded down with crap, but Becky waving at her and dragging one of the girls they had played volleyball against earlier with her.

“She recorded it!” Becky called when she saw Cybil stop, and the girl held up a phone. “She got all of it.” Becky went on as they got to her, excited.

“I was recording a few of the matches.” The girl blurted as Cybil looked at her, holding the phone out. “I think I got most of it anyway, I was trying, but it was all happening so fast. And I was scared.” She went on looking worried now that maybe she hadn’t done it right, one hand fidgeting Escort Esenyurt with her glasses.

Cybil grabbed the startled girl and gave her a hug. “Thank you.” She told her, then looked at Becky. “Brigid said she’d get a lawyer headed down to the Sheriff’s for Mason and Shelby’s dad, you need to get this to him.” Then looked back at the girl. “Can you go with them or let her take your phone?” she asked her.

“I’ll go.” She agreed nervously, clutching the phone to her chest at the idea of someone taking it anywhere.

Mason sat at the table with his head on his arms ignoring the two deputies, he wasn’t interested in answering their questions. He was frustrated and sore, it felt like a mule had kicked him in the side. He couldn’t get the sight of Ardella’s bloody head out of his mind, it had happened so fast, and it made no sense. He couldn’t shake the anger he felt or the worry for his friends.

The deputies were interrupted when the door opened and Able Stanton came marching in followed by four of the associates. The junior partner, Aida Caro, had split off with the other associate to find Pat.

“There will be no more questions for my client, you’ll excuse us deputies, we need time to talk. I’ll expect any recording devises, video or audio to be turned off and one of my associates will be at the door and one in that room behind the mirror.” The deputies gave him sullen looks, but two of the associates followed them out the door before it closed.

“Now Mr. Cabot, I need you to tell me what happened, because the little I was told was third hand at best.” The grey haired lawyer told Mason as he took one of the seats across from him.

“Okay, but do you know how Ardella is? They wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“That’s the woman who was taken to the hospital?” and at Mason’s nod, he turned to the associate at his shoulder. “Call Davis over there and find out how she is.” Then he turned back to Mason.

“We’ll know soon, now first things first, were you told you were under arrest and did they read you your Miranda warning before they started questioning you?”

“They read me my rights in the car, but I don’t remember anyone telling me I was under arrest.” He answered, then jingled the cuffs. “But I might have missed that.”

Turning to the last associate, Able pointed at him, “Go see if Mr. Cabot has been placed under arrest and if he hasn’t, tell them to get in here with a key for those damn things.”

As he was leaving the room, the first associate stepped back to the table. “The woman taken to the hospital just came out of X-ray, and is getting stitched up. The girl with her told Davis there is a video. That Becky was bringing it.”

Able looked back at Mason. “Becky’s a friend,” Mason supplied before he could ask, “she’ll probably have another girl or two with her.”

Nodding, Able looked back at the associate. “Get out front and find her, get that damn video before she gives it to anyone else.” And the guy flew out the door. One of the deputies and the associate sent to find out if Mason was under arrest stood right outside the open door for a second watching him run down the hall. Then came in and the deputy removed Mason’s cuffs and left again.

“It seems you are not under arrest at this time, so we can leave if that is your wish Mr. Cabot.” Able told him, settling back into his chair. “But it might be a good idea if we try to get this sorted now. Why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me what happened?”

Sheriff Stan Clayton was having a shitty day. His always overtaxed man power was stretched beyond its limits with all the holiday crap going on. He’d been developing a headache for the past hour as he sorted through reports, and the bottle of single malt scotch in his bottom desk drawer was calling his name. If the half cup of coffee on his desk hadn’t already gotten too cold, he would have topped it off. Sighing, he picked up the next report.

Aida Caro found Pat cuffed to a chair shaking his head and telling the deputy questioning him that he would only talk to the Sheriff. She introduced herself and her associate, then got the deputy to take the cuffs off, since Pat wasn’t under arrest either. But instead of following her, Pat took off to find the Sheriff, so she went after him.

Pat Anderson had had enough, he was pissed at the whole fiasco. His head hurt and the tooth right behind his split lip felt loose. He’d been trying to get that idiot deputy to go get Stanly for an hour. So when the cuffs came off, he found his way to the Sheriff’s office and barged in. He had known Stanly all his life, they might not have been friends that whole time, but they had shared a lot of teams playing football through the years and had been drunk together more than a few times.

The Sheriff looked up in surprise, then frowned at him. “You look like hell Pat.” He opined as Aida followed him in, the associate staying in the doorway.

Cindy McFadden was wondering what she’d gotten Escort Avcılar herself into. She was stuck here with these people and some guy had run off with her phone. She didn’t know any of them or when they would bring her phone back, or if they even would. She hoped so, it had taken her four months to save enough to buy it. She couldn’t even call her aunt for a ride. All because she had wanted a video of the cute guy playing volleyball.

Mason’s account of what had happened was interrupted as the associate came back in with the phone. Able taking it and asking if anyone else had seen it. Mason got up and went around the table, taking the seat next to Able as he managed to get a video up and going.

“That was earlier.” Mason told him, seeing one of the first games they had played with large teams, and Able frowned at the associate, who took the phone back and searched it for a minute, handing it back with the right video queued.

Mason had a hard time sitting still as the bottle hit Ardella’s head again. The phone had caught it cleanly, staying on the scene for a long second. He saw himself look to the right and remembered the laughing man, but then the camera angle fell, pointing at the ground for a time before jumping around as the person holding it ran forward. It panned over Ardella laying on the ground, Shelby and Katey kneeling by her as Cybil ran into the frame. Then the camera panned over to the fight.

One guy was already laid out. The laugher. Mason had gone after him first, he’d bounced the volleyball off the guy’s face as he ran up to him. Then hit him with a hard right to the solar plexus as he reared back in reaction to it. Remembering it, Mason shivered, he’d hit the guy hard and felt something pop in his chest. But then the other three were on him, and he could feel his muscles jump in response as he watched it unfold on the small screen.

Two of them had jumped on him, trying to drag him down. Mason doing his best to stay on his feet, knowing if they got him on the ground he would get stomped. The third was bent over trying to pull at one of Mason’s legs when Pat came running in and tackled him. The two of them rolling around pummeling each other.

Mason winced as Cybil came flying in then, feeling fear for her again as well as admiration and love. She climbed right up the back of the one on Mason’s right. The guy loosing his hold on Mason’s neck and arm as she reached around to rake at his face. He hadn’t realized why the guy let go at the time, but the other guy had gone low after Pat pulled the third one off, trying to get a hold on his left leg. His upper body suddenly free, Mason had leaned down over the guy’s back and wrapped his arms around his waist. Then lifted him off the ground, his legs coming up as Mason threw him down head first. Mason turning even as the guys rolled limply to his side.

The guy Cybil had hold of was a bloody mess, his face covered in red scratches. But he had hold of Cybil’s arms and was drawing her up over his shoulder. A glint of gold showing through the grimace of rage on his face. Mason wanted to hit him, get Cybil out of danger, but she was in the way before he could get set, so he borrowed one of her moves and kicked the fucker in the nuts as hard as he could. Cybil ending up on top as the guy folded under her. She got both hands in his hair and start pounding his head on the ground.

The video showed Mason turn and look toward Pat, and Mason remembered seeing that he was holding his own, straddling his guy’s chest raining blows on him. Then the deputy had tackled him, coming out of nowhere. Watching it, Mason knew why his side hurt. The deputies shoulder had taken him in the left side. Mason had started trying to get a hold on the new attacker, then realized he had a uniform on and quit. Letting his hands be pulled back and cuffed. After that, the view on the screen was new to him.

He watched as two other deputies pulled Pat off his guy and got them both cuffed. He grimaced when the one who had tackled him went after Cybil. He picked her up, having to take a step back to get her to let go of the guy’s hair. Then turned and set her down, shoving her away and holding both hands up in warning or pleading for her to stay. Watched as she looked over and saw him lying there in cuffs, as the guy grabbed her up again when she tried to run past him. Another deputy coming to his aid, shaking cuffs in Cybil’s face and pointing for her to leave. Mason’s heart breaking at the anguish on Cybil’s face as she turned and stumbled away, tears clear on her cheeks.

The video ended shortly after that, and Mason leaned forward on the table, feeling all keyed up again. Able sat there looking at the phone for a long moment, then turned and handed it to the associate. “Send copies of that to the firm.” He told the guy, then turned to Mason.

“I’m not sure we want to turn that over.” He told him, then held his hand up to stop Mason as he opened his mouth to protest. “It’s Escort Beylikdüzü what the video doesn’t show that concerns me. It’s clear that someone threw that bottle and hit your friend. But the video doesn’t show who, it just shows you fighting. It might help if we need it, but I don’t want to chance it unless we don’t have any other choice.”

While Mason was trying to get his mind around that, the door opened and Aida came in, followed by the Sheriff and Pat. A cluster of associates at the open door.

“What is this Aida?” Able asked her, frowning.

“I can answer that,” The Sheriff told him, going around to Mason’s old seat and sitting, a thick mania folder in his hands. “Your client won’t be being charged with anything. Pat here has explained everything that took place to my satisfaction and I’ve talked to my deputies.” He told them. “I do need to talk with Mason here though, and of course you’re welcome to stay.” Pausing, then continuing at Able’s nod. “We have a bit of a problem, the men that attacked Miss Williams, and got their asses handed to them by your client and his friends, were Bratva, Russian mob.”

Mason felt a chill at that, thinking of the girls. “Are you sure?” Able demanded.

In response, the Sheriff opened the folder and picked off the top four wrap-sheets in it, laying them out for Mason and Able to see. “These are the ones that were arrested today.”

Mason studied the photos, only vaguely recognizing any of them, then focused on one of them. The guy had a sneer on his face that showed two gold crowns. He remembered that mouth, then he realized he remembered it from the bar that night too. He started to tell them this, but bit it back, remembering Cybil and her batting practice. He glanced at the grey haired lawyer, needing to ask him, but didn’t see how to do it without kicking the Sheriff out of the room first.

“Actually Sheriff, can we do this later?” he asked, “I’m not discounting the danger I’m sure you’re trying to convince me of, but I think your deputy might have cracked a rib when he tackled me, and I’m worried about my friend.” And he got to his feet, wincing and trying to give the lawyer a look that said get me out of here.

Aida caught it and stepped forward. “I can give you a ride to the hospital Mr. Cabot, if you’d like.”

Able looked at her and seemed to catch on. “Good idea, I’ll stay here and hear what the Sheriff has to say, we’ll set a meeting after we get this sorted out.”

The Sheriff wasn’t happy, but Pat followed them out. “What just happened?” he asked Mason, but Aida stopped and turned to them. “Whatever it was, let’s get clear of the building before we talk about it.” She told them, turning and continuing down the hall at Pat’s nod.

Shelby flew into her father’s arms when they stepped into the lobby, bursting into tears as he hugged her. “I was so scared.” She told him.

Katey came to Mason for a hug, her shoulders starting to shake when his arms tightened around her. In the parking lot she wanted to ride with Mason and Aida, but Aida told her she needed to talk to Mason in private to protect client confidentiality, so she reluctantly climbed in with the others.

“You knew one of those men from the pictures.” Aida told him after they were on the road. Sure she was right.

“I think so.” Mason admitted, “Though I don’t know him actually.” He paused, deciding what he wanted to admit to. “A few weeks ago, a friend of mine was being attacked in a bar. I got there and stopped it. The guy with the gold teeth was one of them, I think.”

Aida was no dummy, “Just how hard did you stop this attack?”

“I’m pretty sure the guy that started it would have needed to go to a hospital.” Mason admitted. And Aida nodded, understanding why he had wanted to get out of the meeting with the Sheriff.

“Did you use a weapon?”

Mason started to tell her no, then remembered the bat and hesitated. “I didn’t take a weapon in with me. But I did take a bat away from one of them.” He wasn’t going to mention Cybil.

Aida thought about that for a moment as she drove. “Is there any chance you can get me the name of this man that may have ended up in the hospital?” She finally asked him. “I’ll have one of our investigators look into it quietly. Hopefully we’ll know how bad it was before whatever meeting Able sets.” And Mason nodded, telling her he’d have to get the name from his friend.

Mason pulled Katey aside when they all got to the hospital and asked her for the name. She told him it was Alexei Maslow, then wanted to know why he wanted to know. So he told her that he thought one of the guys from the bar had been at the lake, then had to steady her as her face went pale.

“It was my fault.” She muttered quietly, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to turn away from Mason. Feeling like an ass, Mason pulled her to him, holding her in a tight hug. “No. Today wasn’t your fault.” He told her. “The night at the bar wasn’t either, if they are connected, it’s because of this Alexei asshole, not you.”

Something in his voice reached her, she knew he was wrong, that it was her fault. Everything always was. But she also knew Mason had other things weighing on him and didn’t need her blubbering, so she forced herself to stop, to nod and stop trying to turn away. To pretend.

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Suddenly she heard Alan’s voice from downstairs.

“Hey Jessi I’m home. Got some of the guys with me, where are you?” he yelled.

“Up here Baby. I’ll be down in a minute,” Jessica replied trying to regain her composure.

Jessica took one final look and headed down stairs.

“Wow, Jessica you look great!” said Alan.

“Thanks, just thought it was time I spoilt myself a little,” replied Jessica.

“You remember Hal, Steve and Joe don’t you,” asked Alan introducing the guys.

“Yeah sure, good to see you all again, can I get you a drink boys?” asked Jessica.

‘”Sure beers all-round,” said Alan.

Jessica fetched the beers and handed them out. Over the next hour Jessica made sure the boys were well primed before the game started as she wanted them fairly drunk by the time Brad arrived in a little over an hours time.

The boys really got into it and it wasn’t long before they had all loosened up and started showing some interest in Jessica. It was just playful flirting but Jessica was really enjoying the attention she was getting. Alan was smiling but deep down he was wondering what the hell Jessica was up to. This was not like her at all. Normally she was shy and reserved even when guys were obviously flirting with her she never ever responded. She would just smile and move on but tonight she was having a ball. She strutted around showing off her terrific body almost daring the guys to make some comment.

Jessica kept the drinks flowing and by the time the game started the guys were well on there way.

At 8 o’clock Jessica went out the back door and waited. She didn’t have to wait long as very soon a black BMW pulled up and got a guy. Even from this distance Jessica could tell it was him. He didn’t so much walk as swagger easily across the road his 6 foot 3 frame, broad shoulders, tiny waist and wavy locks almost made Jessica melt there and then. As he approached Jessica could see that he wore a simple white T shirt that hugged his torso and denim jeans.

“Hi Jessica, you look great!!” said Brad staring into her eyes.

“You too, wow I can’t believe your actually here,” replied Jessica.

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world trust me,” smiled Brad.

Jessica lead Brad by the hand to the back door and quickly stepped inside and listened. All she could here was the boys yelling at the TV. Once she was sure they were all there she led Brad up the stairs. As she did Brad couldn’t resist running his hands up her inner thighs to her buttocks.

“Oh you naughty boy….If you keep doing that I will have to spank you,” giggled Jessica.

Once in the bedroom Jessica appeared unsure what to do next but she needed had worried as Brad put her at ease immediately by grabbing her hands and telling her how sexy she looked.

“Oh Jessi, you so beautiful and so hot, god look at you, your stunning,” said Brad.

“Thanks Brad, you don’t look half bad yourself,” offered Jessica.

Brad pulled Jessica firmly to him and kissed her full on the lips. This was what she needed. The kiss wasn’t just a kiss it was like a firecracker exploding inside setting her off and unleashing all of her sexual energy. She reached up and held Brad’s face in her hands. His smooth skin was cool to touch and he in turn wrapped his strong arms around her. God he felt so powerful. There kissing was now out of control their hands running wildly over each other. Jessica started pulling Brad’s shirt from his jeans and up trying to get at his abs and pecs. Brad helped out by pulling his shirt over his head.

Jessica just stared at this bronzed adonis standing there in front of her. His washboard stomach was ripped and his pecs big and strong. God he looked delicious thought Jessica. Brad grabbed her head and held it close to his pecs. God his smell was intoxicating causing Jessica to go weak at the knees. Brad being the total gentleman supported her weight with his muscular arms. He swept her off her feet and laid her on the bed.

As she went to speak Brad placed two fingers on her lips…

‘Don’t talk gorgeous, just relax and enjoy,” said Brad quietly.

God Avcılar Escort this was sooooo good thought Jessica. Brad placed Jessica’s arms to the side and slowing undid the buttons on her top revealing her red bra and beautiful big breasts. Suddenly without any warning Brad straddled Jessica and in one swift motion removed her top. Brad slowly ran his fingers down Jessica’s neck until he reached her bra. Jessica let out a moan as he gently ran his hands over her breasts for the first time. Jessica reached her back thrusting her tits up to meet his hands.

“Oh god Jessica, your tits are so big, so full, I so want to suck your hard nipples,” uttered Brad as he continued to massage her tits.

“Please, oh god please yes, suck my big titties Brad, suck them hard, pleeeaaassee Brad,” gasped Jessica.

Brad did exactly that he reached behind Jessica and undid her bra strap and removed Jessica’s bra freeing Jessica’s big tits for Brad to lick and suck.

“Oh yes Brad, suck my nipples, oh god that feels soooo good…”

“Oh baby your nipples are so hard,” replied Brad as he took them gently between his teeth nibbling them until Jessica flinched in just the slightest bit of discomfort..

“Oh Brad, I have something I need to ask you,”

“Sure Jessi, what is it?”

“I need to feel your big cock, I haven’t been able to get it off mine ever since I felt it this morning, please can I see it? Please, I’m dying here just thinking about it,” whispered Jessica in Brad’s ear.

‘Sure baby, to be honest I can’t wait to feel your hands around my cock,” said Brad pushing himself back off Jessica so that he was standing in front of her.

Jessica pushed herself up onto her knees. She sat there like an excited schoolgirl only she was naked from the waist up her magnificent 38DD tits squeezed between her arms. His nipples erect pointing skyward.

Brad undid the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zip. Even now Jessica could see the outline of Brad’s cock. Fuck it was massive, surely that wasn’t all cock thought Jessica, it didn’t seem possible, was it????

Brad struggled to pull his jeans down bending forward to lower them to his ankles. When he stood up straight Jessica almost feinted… confronted by what could only be described as a gigantic cock.

Poor Jessica, her eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, her breasts and pussy tingled.

“Oh my fucking god Brad, it’s beautiful, its amazing. It’s everything I thought it would be and more much much more, can I touch it?” begged Jessica.

“That’s what its for baby, here let me help you,” offered Brad taking Jessica’s right hand and placing it on his cock.

Jessica couldn’t believe that she finally had her hands of such a massive cock. She slowly started to stroke it noticing that her hands didn’t even come close to closing around its thick throbbing shaft.

‘Don’t be afraid Jessi, give it a real good stroke, here let me help you,”

Brad placed his hand over Jessica’s and started to rapidly pump his shaft from the base to its pulsating peach sized head.

Jessica was in heaven feeling the awesome power that can only come in a 14 inch cock.

“That’s it now you’re getting the hang of it,” said Brad smiling hands on his hips thrusting his hips in unison with Jessica’s long strokes.

Brad gently pushed Jessica back down on the bed and pulled her skirt down and removed her shoes revealing her pretty red panties but they only remained on for the briefest of moments as Brad pulled them as well. Jessica just couldn’t let go of this monster cock and hung on tight as Brad undressed her. But finally she had to let go as Brad laid her on her back.

“Do you remember what my text said?” he asked.

“Oh yes you said you were going to lick my pussy, are you really? Alan never licks my pussy, oh how I’d love my pussy to be eaten!!” gasped Jessica.

by now Brad had pulled Jessica to the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor in front of her and gently raised her legs and parted her thighs. Jessica was by now trembling in anticipation. How many times Beylikdüzü Escort had she imagined this…how many times had she driven her fingers into her sopping pussy getting herself off imaging a man’s tongue there….

“OHHHH FUUCCKKKK Brad, uh uh ohhhhhh shiiiit,” squealed Jessica as Brad’s tongue caressed her throbbing clit for the first time.

Brad just keep going alternatively driving his tongue deeper into her pussy and then sucking her clit teasing it with rapid fire tongue movement. Jessica was now fiercely rubbing her tits tweaking her erect nipples.

“Yes Yes YEEESSSSSS!!!” howled Jessica as she was overcome by a titanic orgasm which shook her entire body causing her to squeeze Brad’s head between her thighs.

After this momentous climax Brad slowly licked her dripping pussy before finally extracting himself. As Brad looked up at Jessica he saw that tears were steaming down her face, tears of pure orgasmic joy.

As Jessica regained her composure Brad moved up onto the bed his enormous cock still hard as a rock. he lay down his cock reaching up between his pecs. Jessica lay beside him resting her head on his chest staring at his cock. Jessica couldn’t resist any longer she leaned over and opening her mouth as wide as possible engulfed Brad’s massive cock. Taking the entire head in her mouth. Slowly she started taking more and more of his shaft in her mouth which wasn’t easy given its tremendous girth.

Brad grabbed Jessica and holding her head in a position so that her mouth never left his cock he sat up so that Jessica could give him a real good blow job. It also allowed Brad to massage Jessica’s tits as she did so.

“Oh Jessica I need to feel that great big tits around my cock,” said Brad.

Jessica got the message and lifted her head and cupping her tits wrapped them around Brad’s cock. Jessica proceeded to wank Brad’s cock with her tits noticing that due to its size its huge head poked through and reached her chin allowing her to lean forward and lick it.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s so fucking good…wank me with your big juicy tits and suck my cock,” urged Brad.

Jessica was having the time of her life and when Brad reached under and started playing with her pussy she came again. This time it was still intense but more controlled and she was able to continue to fuck Brad with her tits.

What happened next blew Jessica away.

As she was leaning forward sucking on Brad’s cock her tits still wrapped firmly around its shaft Brad lent forward and kiss Jessica on the cheek and licked her lips which encompassed his cock.

Oh my god, Brad could suck his own cock. Jessica came just at the thought of it. It turned her on so much she hatched a plan should he do this again.

Sure enough as she again sucked hic cock Brad lent forward only this time Jessica thrust it forward and without even a hesitation brad took it in his mouth.

“Oh fuck that is so fucking hot Brad!!” yelled Jessica.

Brad just kept on sucking his eyes looking directly into her eyes.

Finally here moved his mouth precum sticking to his full lips.

“Like that little party trick do we Jessica?’ teased Brad.

“Like it, fuck that is the hottest thing I have ever seen!!” replied Jessica.

“Do you think we could do that together?” asked Jessica.

‘Sure!” replied Brad thrusting his big cock up between them.

What transpired over the next 5 minutes was nothing short of amazing as together Jessica and Brad took his cock in mouths slurping and kissing lips on lips tongues together licking Brad’s shaft together.

Finally Brad could take no more.

‘Oh Jessica I’m going to cum honey, sorry I just can’t take any more, feel my balls their busting,” said Brad.

Jessica did and agreed, they felt so full and heavy.

“Where baby, where do you want me to cum??” panted Brad.

“Shoot it baby, shoot it ALL over, on my big titties, my face, EVERYWHERE. I want your cum EVERYWHERE,” shouted Jessica positioning herself ready to receive Brad’s big hot load of cum.

“Here it comes Esenyurt Escort baby, oh fuck here its cums……” shouted Brad as the first salvo of cum erupted from his 14 inch cock.

Soon further salvos of cum followed smashing into Jessica’s tits and face. Jessica couldn’t believe how much there was.

“Shoot it on my tits baby, shoot it here,” begged Jessica cupping her breasts and holding them in front of Brad’s exploding cock.

“Oh yeah baby, hold those big titties right there,” said Brad as he finally pumped the last of his juice over her tits.

Jessica looked down and couldn’t believe how much cum there was. She was literally covered in the stuff. It ran down her cheeks dripping onto her tits and from her nipples it dripped onto her stomach.

Brad lent forward and kissed Jessica on the lips which were also covered in cum.

“Oh Brad that was amazing, fucking amazing, thankyou,” said Jessica with a great big smile on her pretty face.

Just then they were interrupted by…

“Jessi, Jessi honey, where are you? Can we have some more beers please honey…” yelled Alan from downstairs.

Jessica jumped to her feet grabbed a towel and attempted to dry herself off. She threw on the top and skirt without any underwear. Brad threw on his shirt and jeans.

“Sorry honey I had hoped that we could get around to having that fuck tonight. Hey how about you come around to my place tomorrow. I’m house sitting a friend’s place its got a great private pool and I promise you that you will get to fell this big cock in your pussy. What do you think?” asked Brad.

“Oh I’d love that, I;ll see you tomorrow,” said Jessica still trying to wipe cum fro her tits.

Jessica showed Brad out and grabbed some beers for the boys.

The guys as drunk as they were couldn’t help but notice Jessica’s state. her hair was a mess, her nipples were protruding from her top and she looked like she’d split milk down her front.

After Brad had snuck out the back door Jessica returned to Alan and the boys. She was in state of such sexual arouseness having felt Brad’s hugeness in her very hands not to mention having received a massive hosing down from him all over her face and tits that her normal shyness around the guys was now just a distant memory. Jessica was in some serious need of a good hard fucking and while tomorrow promised her exactly that she needed cock NOW!! She needed to feel a man’s hard cock pounding her dripping pussy. Brad had got her so worked up she was like a an oversexed nymph. She strutted around the guys her top undone to her navel clung to her cum soaked breasts her nipples hard and erect.

Alan couldn’t believe his eyes…what had gotten into Jessica??? He had never seen her like this. As they watched the game Jessica walked in front of them until she stood right in front of the TV facing it she paused and bent over to pick up an empty beer bottle. The guys almost fell off the couch. FUCK she’s not wearing any panties they all thought together.

They just stared in awe at her long shapely legs and hot ass and most of all her pussy. Jessica took for ages to pick up the bottle ensuring that the guys all received a good eye full of her ass and pussy. Finally when she thought they had had enough she stood up and turned around stroking the beer bottle as she looked at them.

“Ooops sorry boys, didn’t mean to get in the way,” giggled Jessica.

“Wow, like WOW!! You can get in the way anytime Jessi,” blurted out Hal.

Alan just looked at him as if to say what the fuck did you just say.

Over the next 10 minutes Jessica continued to flirt with the guys teasing them remorselessly. When they stood up to get a drink Jessica would move to them and grab their cock through their pants much to their surprise and enjoyment.

At one point an ad came on the TV with a particularly attractive with big tits. Hal again couldn’t help himself.

“Look at the god dam hooters on that babe would ya,” he yelled.

“Fuck yeah, look at how big those tits are, god have you ever seen better??” Mike added.

Jessica just watched on as the guys continued to comment about the girl. Finally she had had enough.

She stood in front of the them and ripped her shirt off exposing her heaving breasts.

“Well what about these tits boys?? How do they stack up??” Jessica challenged.

Alan almost had a heart attack but recovered as the boys got to their feet cheering loudly.

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Frankly, I had never heard of the particular drug which my doctor was now prescribing. Not that I was a pharmacist or anything, but I had been on so many prescriptions, established and experimental, since my dicey gut and chest injury and recovery that I was no longer surprised by anything which was prescribed.

Besides, Doctor Tansie Orlane and I had now known each other for more than five years, since the start of my recovery from the industrial accident which had left me slightly crippled and thoroughly screwed up internally. I liked her and trusted her implicitly. She was one helluva good looking thirty-eight year old.

“Look, Brad, this is new, I know, and I also know how many drugs we’ve tried on you in the last five years — probably sixty, seventy?”

“Seventy-three,” I said, sourly. Then I smiled, ’cause I liked Tansie and she wasn’t trying to do me anything but good.

“I thought you’d have kept count,” she grinned. “This is still so new, it’s almost still in the experimental stage — but I’ll personally guarantee that it will do you no harm, if it proves not to do you any good.”

“That’s a pretty sweeping warranty, Tansie. And just how would I collect if the warranty comes into play?” We both laughed. Yet I was thinking of one possible — I hoped, likely — way to collect on such a warranty, not that I didn’t want the drug to do me the most good of which it might be capable.

Despite having become good friends, I had always carefully disguised my feelings about Tansie. For a long time now, I had wanted to make ardent love with her, and my penis began to harden as I thought about that. I wondered if she knew how often I’d masturbated just thinking about her and that imagined lovely body of hers. My penis was just longer than my cupped hand, though, not very large.

“Well, Brad, take one of these capsules the first day, every four hours during the daylight hours — eight in the morning to eight at night — one at eight, one at twelve, one at four and one at eight, again. Second and succeeding days, one a day for the rest of the week. Come back and see me then, and we’ll check any results. O K?”

“Yes, ma’am, doctor.”

So, I took the first four pills — they were slow-dissolving capsules, compounded by Tansie’s own hand — she had been a pharmacist before going to med school — and then six more capsules. I couldn’t feel any effect, and I told her so when I went back the next week.

“So. No feeling better, a better outlook on life, no urge to go out and chase women… nothing like that?” I thought I’d fall off my chair.

“Tansie, the only woman I want to chase is you!” I said that in complete amazement at my temerity. I had never meant to let the way I felt about her slip from my mouth.

She grinned. “I think there must have been some effect, Brad. You’ve never said anything like that to me before.”

“M-maybe n–not, Tansie, but I’ve been feeling that way about you for th-three years, anyway.”

“Hm-m. I wonder if the drug…?”

I sat there blushing in deep embarrassment while she consulted her laptop. Her fingers flew over the keys as she sought some site that might answer her question. Of course, because this was a brand new drug — ohmigod, I thought, s’pose it hasn’t even been approved, yet! — not many sources knew anything about it. In fact, as I gathered from Tansie’s worried frown, none.

“Stop taking this until I get back to you, Brad. How do you feel, otherwise. Can you go without a prescription for your old medicine for a few days?”

“Sure. The old stuff wasn’t doing me any good anyway, remember?”

We left it at that and Tansie told me to check in with her on her cell phone if I felt badly, odd or dizzy at any time. I was to come back in four days in any event.

* * * * *

Five days later I was in Tansie’s office, being seen by a colleague of hers that I hadn’t known she had. Doctor Lausen was a Swede, or at least he sounded like one. Tansie had called him in, I supposed, as he was supposed to be one of the discoverers of the drug. I certainly got that impression, anyway.

“But, Toctor, ve can inyect wit’out bad effects, chew know!”

Tansie agreed to that, and asked me, although Lausen had not thought to consult his patient — me — at all,

“May we try this injection, Mister Hunt?”

I guessed she was formal because of the other doctor standing right there, her voice sounded strange, so I supposed she was under a strain. Damn him, he had the syringe already in his hand, pushing his fingers on the cross-piece to force liquid from the sharp tip. I nodded assent and lay on the gurney.

God, that’s a bi-ig needle with a lot of stuff in it! I remember thinking.

Before I could think much further, Lausen had me over on my chest and belly — they’d healed enough not to be sore — and had poked that long needle into my buttock, close to my spine! Jeez, that hurt! Only for as long as it took to “inyect” the drug, though. I was so angry I wanted to hit the bastard Escort Beylikdüzü when I rolled back over and started to get up.

“Hey, where is he?” I asked Tansie, who was standing by the gurney looking stunned.

“Who?” she asked me, still looking dazed.

“Tansie, you O K? You don’t look too good.”

“I-I’m all right. It was just a very odd moment there. I thought I was seeing a man standing right here, and…and then I wasn’t seeing him, all at once!”

“What the hell. . .? You mean the doctor? Doctor Lausen? Your associate?”

“What are you talking about, Brad? There was no other doctor here. I don’t have an associate! I was going to give you a different formulation of the drug, and I must have just had a very short black-out from pure fatigue, I guess.”

“You’ve been working too hard, have you?”

“Oh, God, yes. Eighty-two hours this past eight days, and not able to sleep.”

“Well, you’ve got to rest. Lie down on the gurney and I’ll watch out for any more patients while you take a nap.”

Tansie looked at me, hesitated, then turned, got up on the gurney, and lay down. She seemed to go to sleep at once, out like a light. Weird. It was as though my suggestion had put her to sleep. Then I remembered her sleep deprivation.

For no good reason, for I certainly was not thinking about her and me just then — worried more about why she passed out so quickly — my penis was hard and my testicles itched internally. My thoughts were far from Tansie, though, as I wondered about the doctor who had “not been there.” Remember, I was still standing without trousers or underpants, and I felt around with my fingers to my butt. There was a small lump there, and I tried to see what it was without dislocating my neck. I looked around and found a hand mirror. With that and the big mirror inside one of the cabinet doors, I could see that there was a red spot on my ass, with the mark of a — something — in the middle. Probably where the point of that needle had gone in? If there had been a needle? If there had been a big Swede doctor to give me an “inyection?”

Tansie had seemed thoroughly puzzled, maybe angered, by my reference to another doctor in the room with us. That couldn’t have been my imagination, could it? Was the mark on my stern a bug bite? Nah, it had to be that injection, and besides I could feel something tingling through me, like the effects of some injections I’d had in the past five years. They had made me feel good, temporarily, but had no lasting effects. I looked agin and that damn mark was fading!

Now I happened to look down at my erection, wondering why I was feeling it as weighty.

“Oh, great Goo!” I looked again, then felt it to make certain. My formerly decent size penis was at least nine inches long and close to two inches thick. It had grown by two inches! Inside my lower belly and at the end of my tail-bone was a strong urge, making me want to move my hips back and forth as though I were a dog mating with a bitch. With a supreme effort I managed to control the movement, but at the same time my mind was telling me to go out into the corridors of the hospital and get me a cute nurse.

A saner thought brought up the penalties for rape, assault, felonious exposure, and other wonderful charges, while the slowly ascendant inner, less inhibited mind said, “So what? Go, man, go!”

Just at that moment Clementine Rash, Tansie’s chief nurse and friend, entered the room. She did not see me for the first couple of moments, but concentrated on Tansie’s form recumbent on the gurney.

“Doctor Orlane, are you all right?” she asked in a tremulous voice. She turned as she sensed a presence.

“Why, Mr Hunt!” she squeaked, shocked at my partial nudity, and the huge penis sticking out at her, I suppose. Maybe thoughts of rape crossed her mind, for she started sidling toward the door as I spoke in a deeper voice than I had ever used — or even knew I had — and she turned to confront me,

“Stay, Clemmie! Tansie is all right, she had a dizzy spell after she injected me with the new drug, and I told her to lie down. I think she’s been working too hard.”

“Clemmie” — Tansie and I both called her that, or “Clem,” if we were kidding her, but only when we three were alone in the office, not at the hospital, I remembered too late — seemed to relax and she just stood there, still looking at me, but with a slightly goofy expression instead of the alarm she had just expressed.

At any rate, Clemmie was a good-looking, brunette, unmarried, dedicated nurse of about thirty-six, with what I considered a stunning figure, even in a nurse’s whites. I had wondered idly to Tansie if Clemmie were lesbian, but Tansie said she had never tried to put the make on her and had she been so inclined, there had been plenty of opportunities.

I knew Tansie was no lebbie, she and I had exchanged some pretty hot embraces once or twice, but she’d always pulled away too soon and said “Not right now, Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan Brad. Not professional.”

Clemmie stood there looking at me with that look for long enough for me to get a little pissed.

“Why don’t you check Doctor Orlane and see that she’s all right, then, Nurse?” She did, using her pocket stethoscope and the mercury thermometer from her breast pocket. She grinned, and said,

“She’s all right.” Then she went to looking at me again.

“What’s with you, Clemmie?” I asked, abruptly. She reddened slightly.

“Brad, don’t be angry! You smell so good, you must be wearing a new scent . . .um . . . aftershave. I love that smell!” Her eyes were big, her pupils dilated as though she were on drugs. I knew damn’ well she wasn’t, not Clemmie.

My inner nasty self surfaced. I could feel what I wanted, and my big penis was beginning to rise again.

“Clemmie, are your panties wet?” I asked, watching her face. A huge smile split it.

“Oh, yes, I’m sopping, Brad. Can’t you smell me?” She spread her legs and raised her starched skirt at the same time.

I did catch a whiff of some odor, warm, moist, faintly like . . . my mind said, She’s in heat, Brad!

I looked toward the open doorway just as a doctor or intern put his face and head in.

“What’s going on here?” he said, trying to be stern. I knew by that he was either an intern or a resident, no real authority.

“Close the door, stay away and tell others to stay away from here. I am conducting an experiment, Doctor, you should know that!”

He apologized, backed out, closed the door softly and apparently put a “Do Not Enter” sign on it.

“C’mere, Clemmie,” I said, tenderly. I still wanted to work my perverted will on Tansie, but Clemmie was awake and closer. She came to my arms and her starched uniform rasped against my bare lower body.

“Clemmie, you’ll have to take off your uniform, dear. It’s too stiff and starched,” I kept on in a reasonable tone of voice, “and if we want to make love — you do, don’t you? — we’ll have to be comfortable.”

She heartily agreed and she was out of all her clothing in less than three minutes. Not only that, but she undressed me with a nurse’s skill, so that I was bare and pointing massively at her in only a few minutes overall.

Her hand went unerringly to my penis, which by now was trembling on the verge of an ejaculation. Clemmie took care of that. With a nurse’s skill at managing obstreperous parts of the human body she massaged it so that I felt simultaneously great ecstasy and ultimate repression at the very verge of coming. She managed me so well that it was easy to slip into her without any hesitation on either of our parts. She simply raised one leg enough for me to open herself wide enough. Then I lay back on the floor — how I got there I don’t know — and she bent forward over me so that I might suck on her lovely nipples — they were longer than I had thought women’s nipples got — while she moved softly and lasciviously around on my huge stiffy. She was certainly good, and it was a long time before I came, although Clemmie must have had four orgasms by then. As I reared up under her in my final paroxysm, we heard Tansie’s voice, plaintive, above us.

“You could let me in on the fun, you know, you two!”

“Well,” I smiled up at her inverted face, “get down off the gurney and join us.”

“I can’t, Brad. You told me to lie here.”

“Well, love, now I’m telling you that you may get down and come over here. Get naked, like us.”

Tansie must have set a record stripping. There were clothes, mine, hers and Clemmie’s, all over the room. I looked for something more comfortable than the floor or that damn’ gurney. I had a sudden idea, put forward by the bad me which now apparently governed my actions.

“Let’s go find a nice room with a big bed, girls,” I said cheerfully. Without any comment they started to follow me from the room.

“Maybe . . . yes, bring all our clothes, it’s cold outdoors.”

We sallied from the room quite naked, stared at by passing out-patients, visitors and the hospital staff. I waved to each person who looked as though their curiosity might become more officious and they passed us without any other comment, if they had made one at all. We made our way to the lobby, where I told the girls to dress as I got my own clothing on.

“Where are your coats, girls? Clemmie, please go get yours and Tansie’s, right?” She was back in a few minutes with Tansie’s usual anorak and her own heavy driving coat,.

“Let’s go to . . . hey, Tansie, how about your office? It’s comfortable, and I have always thought you had a bed in the back. Do you?”

She grinned broadly and winked at Clemmie.

“Yep. We used to take turns lying down after a day of difficult patients. But let’s go to my house.”

I wondered for a moment if they hadn’t done a bit more than “lying down,” but I let it go. My penis was stiffening again as I thought Beylikdüzü Escort of Tansie’s lovely body — now that I’d seen it I had a better idea of what was waiting for me — and that just made me harder. I had my arms around both girls as Tansie drove us to her home.

It was a pretty place out on the fringe of the city’s commercial center, abutting one of the “garden belts” which the city fathers had made some years back when air pollution had begun to get really bad. Using eminent domain and all the legal angles they could find, they had demolished a belt of houses about two blocks wide, re-settled the inhabitants into newer housing, and made green belts.

We pulled straight into Tansie’s garage, the automatic door sealing behind us and I heard it lock.

“Dangerous out here, Tansie?” I asked out of idle curiosity. My real thoughts were on her and how many positions we could try before I blew again.

“To a degree, Brad. We’ll be O K inside, though. It’s all BP glass, steel shutters if I have to, and a grate across the chimney, so no one can come down that way!”

“My God,” said Clemmie, aghast. “I thought it was bad in center city where my aunts live. It’s this bad out here, too?”

Well, in other times I could have listened to them compare such notes, and probably contributed a wisecrack here and there, but my penis was becoming more and more insistent..

“‘S’nough, girls! Upstairs! Let’s get these clinging things off and change into bare skins!”

We trooped in a increasing hurry up the broad stairs — this had been Tansie’s grandparents’ home when it was in the country — tearing off articles of clothing as we went.

As soon as we entered a bedroom with a huge King-size bed, Clemmie grabbed my penis, which was leaking and throbbing

“Gimme, gimme,” she cried, but Tansie grabbed her and flung her down on the bed.

“Hey, love, it’s my turn. You play around with something else, O K?”

Well, I guess that told me that they’d been making out fine before I came on so raunchy, didn’t it?

Tansie had me by the gonads now, pulling me onto the bed under her. She didn’t even fool around, she was putting the big thing into herself before I had a chance to stop puffing from all the excitement. She moved softly and persistently up and down, occasionally bending over me so I could lick, kiss and suck on one or other of her nipples. I massaged her breasts, too. They were bigger than I had thought they were, firm and rounded, with big areolas, from which her long, stiff but soft nipples stuck down at me aggressively. I could hear Clemmie doing something to Tansie down by my balls, and then Tansie gave a squeak and clamped hard on my big penis with her well-developed muscles. I felt myself beginning to flow, from my tightened testicles into my penis, and then with a tremendous push upward and a gush of fluids, I had come into her.

“Oh, Clem’, that was so good. This big thing is even more fun. It’s your turn.” Tansie got off, leaving me with a still rigid penis and with Clemmie looming over me. She slipped more slowly down my shaft, enjoying its hardness against the walls of her cunny.

For some reason I was quite ready and better than just able for the two of them. Actually I wanted more. I wondered where we could get some?

The three of us slept for awhile, and I woke hungry.

“Is there anything to eat here, Tansie?” I asked, and Clemmie immediately piped up,

“Hey, if there isn’t, I’ll go get something. There’s a New Store on the corner, I saw it when we came. It’s daylight, safe, isn’t it?” Tansie nodded.

Tansie and I smiled at her, our thoughts on the same track.

:Get a lot, hon’,” I grinned. “We’ll all need sustenance.” I gave her a lot of money.

“Tansie, do you have any young, sexy clients, maybe around college age?” I asked my doctor.

“Yes,” she replied, without any hesitation. There was still something about me that compelled these women to do what I asked, or told them to do, or it seemed, even hinted, and they answered my questions right away, too. I was beginning to like this situation, maybe too much?

“There’s Gina Allbrock, Allie Campbell, Wendy Crocker, Pat Storm . . . .”

“Whew, that’s enough. How often do they come see you?”

“Not very, but they’re all home from college right now. It’s winter vacation, or inter-semester break for all but Gina. She works.”

“Sounds Dutch, that ‘Allbrock’ last name. The Dutch’re supposed to be really hot numbers.” I could barely believe that I was talking like this, but my bad side was gaining a considerable ascendancy. Whatever had happened to me, it had affected Tansie, too.

“Can’t be any hotter than me . . . or Clemmie, Brad!” She bent forward and began licking my penis. It was, to my astonishment, semi-hard, but her tongue surely felt good on it, and it began to rise into combat position right away.

“Clemmie may take awhile, Brad.”

“Yeah. Let’s see how we can occupy ourselves while she’s gone.”

I had never tried cunnilingus with anyone, but of a sudden I really wanted to taste what a woman had in that mysterious cave from which we all came originally. Tansie’s, I was sure, would be among the best of the vintage.

“Tansie, I’m gonna lick and kiss your cunny, honey chile, and you’re gonna love it.”

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My whole body shakes as I enter the hotel. I have waited so long to see you and now we are so close. I know that you have booked a room in the hotel, but still I go get my own. I tell the clerk that under no circumstances is anyone to be informed about this room. I make sure that it is only a few doors down from the room you have booked. I take the keys to both rooms and make my way up. I enter my own room first and leave my things there. I take a shower and get ready for what I have planned. I put on a lacy bra with matching panties, stockings and high heels. I put on a long coat on top of it and leave my room to go to ours.

I position a chair in front of the bed, a small table next to it with a small lamp pointed at the chair. I turn off the rest of the lights in the room and get comfortable on the bed. My breathing is fast and I can feel butterflies in my stomach. Suddenly I hear a key in the door. You enter the room.

“Leave the light off please darling,” I say. You close the door and step closer. “Undress and sit down in the chair,” I tell you.

You don’t question me, but do as I request. You undress in the shadows. I can hear everything you do and it excites me even more. Once you are naked you step out of the shadow into the small circle of light around the chair and sit down in it. I gasp at the sight of you. I have to take all my control to stay where I am, instead of running to you to feel and taste your beautiful body. My fingers long to run through the hairs on your chest, to play along your stomach and come to rest on your perfect hard cock.

My voice quivers as I say “Stroke your hard cock for me baby.” You wrap your hand around it and slowly start stroking up and down. You can see the surrounding shape of me, but no more. The darkness hides me perfectly. I watch you for a few moments and then I can’t resist the Escort Bayan Bahçeşehir fever between my legs no more. My hand goes down between my opening legs and I start stroking my hard clit. I moan lightly as I touch it. I can see little drops of precum run along your cock, wetting it. I open my legs further and my fingers slide into my wetness. You know exactly what I am doing. You can see it in the shadows. You can hear it. You can smell it.

“There is a blindfold on the table next to you. Place it over your eyes please,” I say. You obey me and cover your eyes. Then your hands go back to your cock and you carry on jacking off for my eyes. I need to know what you feel like and I get up. You can hear the light clicking of my heels as I come closer. I walk around you and let my hand go to your face from behind you. My touch is warm and soft. I lean forward, pushing against your shoulder. My hand runs over your chest. You feel soft and I purr into your ear. Your hands are still stroking your cock and even as my hand gets closer you don’t stop. I place my small hand on top of yours and move up and down with you.

Then I remove my hand and walk around to your front. I get down to my knees in front of you. I let my tongue lick across the tip of your cock and taste you for the first time. I can hear you suck your breath in at the touch of my tongue. I savour the first taste. My hands run up your inner thighs, and I can feel you tremble. My fingers come closer to your balls. Gently I cup them in one of my small hands. I look up at you and see that your head has dropped back. Your hands are still stroking your cock.

My tongue starts circling your swollen cockhead, licking up the precum that is running along it. I let my second hand come up from your inner thigh and grab the base of your cock. I purr İstanbul Escort lightly and you remove your hands. Your cock is mine now. My hand is too small to enclose your whole cock. You can feel my soft hand burn into your skin. I slowly start moving my hand up and down. I can feel your cock in my hand, so hard, yet so soft. I can feel every vein and ridge. I love the way you feel in my hand.

My tongue starts licking along the underside of your cock. I open my hand so that my tongue can go down to your balls. I lick along them and then gently suck them into my mouth. All the time I am watching you and I can see the way you are clawing into the arms of the chair. I release your balls and make my way back up to the tip of your cock. My hand closes around it again and I move my other hand up to it too. I open my mouth and cover the head of your cock. The velvety cockhead slides deep into my mouth. I start sucking you in gently. Inch by inch you push deeper.

I purr as you reach the back of my throat and you can feel it against your cock. I take you as deep as I can and then move back up. My hands following my mouth. I start repeating the sucking in again. And again. My movements getting faster. You grab my face in your hands and moan each time I suck you in. I know that you are getting impatient for me to take you deeper, but I am enjoying the teasing. Your grip on my face gets harder as I go down on you again, and suddenly your hips buck up.

Your cock slides into the back of my throat. You ram up with your hips again and your cock gets embedded deep in my throat. I can hear you moan out in ecstasy. You loosen the grip on my face again and I move back up. Your cock slides out of my throat and my mouth till I am sucking on the head again. In a fast move I go down again and you ram back into my waiting Escort İstanbul throat. You start guiding my face up and down as you fuck into my mouth.

The whole time my hands play along your chest or squeeze your tight balls. Between moans I can hear your fast breathing. Your hips thrust up again and again. Getting faster and harder. Your moans turn into deep growl.

“Yes! Oh god baby…yes!!” you growl out and I know that you are about to come. I suck in harder. I can feel the first shot of creamy cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow and suck more. One stream of cum gets followed by the next and I start milking your cock. There is so much of it that some starts running along the side of my mouth. It drips down onto my breasts. Slowly your cock stops shooting cum and your grip on my face lightens. I suck up you and clean you up.

I move up and straddle your lap. My lips meet yours and I kiss you passionately. You can taste your own cum on my lips. Your hands move up my legs. You can feel the stockings and growl lightly. I laugh lightly and lean forward till my face is close to your ear.

“Wait a minute,” I say, “and then you can remove the blindfold.” I get up off your lap and walk away. You wait a while and then remove the blindfold. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light pointed at you. You look at the bed, expecting to see my shadow there, but it is empty. You call for me but no answer. You look at the table beside you and notice a small note lying there. You pick it up and read.

“I will call you tomorrow for more. Kisses.”

I can hear you curse through the door and can’t help laughing. I walk down to my own room and enter it. I lock the door and undress again. I slide in between the cold sheets of the bed. I can still smell you on me. I can still taste you. I close my eyes and fall asleep with your image on my mind. Something makes me wake up suddenly. I can feel a hard hand in between my shoulder blades, pushing me down into my bed. I am about to scream as a face comes close to mine.

“Think you can escape me so easily you little bitch?” I hear your voice ask, “Now it’s time for me to teach you a lesson!”

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About a week after Jan returned from her business trip and my orgasm filled three days with her husband came to an end, she invited me out to dinner and then drinks at a new nightclub. It would only be her and her husband, but she insisted wear something cool and sexy to help me attract a new man. Since I was divorced and single, she didn’t feel it was healthy for me to be alone all the time. Little did she know I had all the male attention I could handle from her husband. Naturally, as I had just experienced the best sex of my life with her husband a few days prior, I was taken aback by her invitation. My guilty conscience weighed heavily on me, but I reluctantly agreed.

My lover called to see if I was going to go along. He told me not to be too naughty as it was hard enough being in my presence with his wife around. I assured him that it was just as hard on me, but, since his wife still doesn’t suspect a thing, I would do my best to please him without drawing any attention.

The day came and I hurried home from work to get ready for our night out. I selected a purple, form-fitting dress which hit just above the knee and a short slits up my thighs exposing my nude fishnets beneath, and a pair of my highest heels. I turned my backside to the mirror; panties were out of the question. Soon, thoughts of little act of mischief sprang to mind and my pussy dampened. I checked my watch and still had plenty of time to get over to their house as they lived across the street. I laid down on the floor in front of the mirror and played with my pussy through the fishnet pantyhose until I came, and then finished getting ready.

My lover answered the door when I arrived at their house. By the look on his face I could tell my outfit was driving him crazy. He invited me inside and said Jan was still upstairs getting ready . I pulled him in for a long nasty kiss, and lifted my dress, took his hand, and showed him how much he turned me on. He rubbed his fingers and his palm against the fishnet escort bayan esenyurt material covering my wet pussy. I pulled away from him when Jan yelled that she would be right down. I took a seat on their couch and waited while her husband went to wash his hands in the kitchen and returned with drinks.

Jan came down the stairs wearing a tight black physique flaunting mini-dress with very high heels. Admittedly, being an ex fitness model, she was more physically attractive than me. I began doubting myself and wondered why her husband would risk his marriage to her with some old divorced woman like myself. Jan was eager to start the night so we quickly finished our drinks and left.

Being a gentleman, my lover opened the passenger side door for Jan and closed it then quickly came around to the back to open my door for me as well. As he did, he put his hand under my dress and grabbed a handful of my ass, gave it a good squeeze while running his middle finger right over my pussy lips. We smiled at one another as I climbed inside their SUV, giving him a nice view of my already wet pussy pressed against my fishnets.

As her husband drove, Jan jabbered away about finding me a nice guy tonight, while her husband had slipped his left hand behind his seat and stroked my fishnet covered foot and calf. She looked back at me now and then; I had to maintain my composure although her husband’s touch had awakened my entire body; my pussy was instantly wet again, and my nipples hardened. He stroked until we arrived at the restaurant. I was so worried that my pussy juice had leaked through my skirt and onto the backseat. Luckily, it hadn’t.

Sitting across from him, our little charade continued through dinner as I placed my foot close to, then directly on his crotch – getting even for his antics during the car ride. He was hard the entire dinner with no relief in sight. I thought a few times he was going to explode right there at the table. The Escort Bayan Avcılar entire time, Jan sat there clueless to our little games.

At the end of the dinner, he paid me back in spades when out of nowhere he took Jan’s hand, looked in her in the eye, and said, “You look beautiful tonight.”

He gave her a long kiss while looking right at me. After their kiss she just looked at him like a sad lovesick teenager. I was crushed by his comment and his actions for a moment. It disgusted me so much at that moment, I wanted to reach across and slap her in the face and tell her right there that her husband has been fucking me for the last 2 months! Part of me felt bad for her as well, since I, as a woman who has been cheated on before know how stupid and worthless you feel after finding out. The other part of me didn’t care at all and wanted to take her husband from her permanently.

By the time we left the restaurant for the nightclub, I was ready for a few drinks. Seeing their interaction was unsettling; all the while Jan had a great time, and kept pointing out different guys at the nightclub for me to approach and flirt with but after a few drinks, she excused herself and went to the lady’s room. I had noticed the line was long on our way in and knew she would be gone for quite some time. Once she was out of sight, I quickly mounted her husband and gave him a much needed kiss and ground my dripping pussy on his hard cock. We made out for five minutes and I begged him to stop teasing me because it wasn’t fair and Jan was reaping the rewards and would certainly be getting fucked by him that night.

To my pleasure, he assured me that he would to be inside of me that night no matter what, and all I had to do was be patient. I leaned in for a long nasty kiss on his reassurance, and sat back in my seat. Jan returned to the table and pulled her husband out on the dance floor. I ordered a round of shots for the three of us from a passing waitress. Escort Bayan Beylikdüzü When they returned we all drank the round and much to my surprise Jan told her husband to go dance with me. On the dance floor, we realized the last round of drinks had taken its toll on Jan so we began to be a little more carefree in our dancing and touching. It was getting so hot that we decided to get Jan home. She was too drunk to protest our decision to take her home.

Outside, he laid her in the backseat. Moments into the drive, she passed out completely and I sucked her husband’s cock rest of the trip to their house. He parked and we quickly got Jan into the house and onto the sofa where she remained asleep.

We then headed straight for their bedroom, kissing on the stairs along the way. My pussy was so ready for him. By the time we got their bedroom, he ripped a hole in my fishnets, threw me on their bed, and fucked me with my clothes still on. After quickly getting the orgasm that we both needed, I stripped out of my clothes and went into her closet and picked out another sexy piece of unworn lingerie. It was a long black sheer night gown. He was naked when I came back into their bedroom but with a raging hard on so I mounted myself right on him. We fucked for hours but it seemed to go by so fast and I wasn’t ready for it to end just yet.

In a spiteful, irrational way, I wanted to fall asleep with him so that she would find us in her bed, with me wearing her clothes, and cuddling with her husband. Since that wasn’t an option I offered him my asshole hoping she would taste my ass if she woke up and wanted sex from him. He wasted no time and started to fuck me in the ass for another twenty minutes.

Afterward, for his sake and sanity getting hold of me again, I quickly put on my own dress back on and walked home after helping him carry her up to their bedroom. I woke up the next day, laying alone in bed, feeling sorry for myself until Jan called to apologize for getting drunk and thanked me for getting her home safely. She said that she had a great time and wanted to do it again soon. I told her that I had fun as well, but had to go because I was working on a leak in the bathroom (my pussy). She told me that she would send her husband over right away to help me with it.

Her call just made my day.

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