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Subject: Go GV Ch. 7 (Gay/College) This story contains gay sex between consenting adults. If this story offends you or it is illegal for you, please leave this site. Most of the characters and events in this story are fictional. The story may portray some real people, events, or places. This is a continuation of another story posted in the Adult Friends section called Mr. Shepherd’s Summer Vacation. The boys in this story had quite a summer and are now starting their college adventure. References are made to characters in the previous story. Remember Nifty relies and survives on generosity of people like you for donations. Please be generous. fty/ Nolen The night before second semester, the boys all met for dinner and talked about the upcoming semester. When they finished, Travis and Sean headed to their pre-semester engineering club meeting. Thomas asked Nolen if he would like to come over and chat for a bit. Nolen agreed and the boys headed back to the dorm. When they got inside Thomas’ room Thomas slid off his pants and sat on his bed with his legs spread open allowing his dick to be exposed through the bottom of his underwear. He liked when Nolen would try not to look at his package. Nolen was sitting in a chair and immediately looked at Thomas’ crotch and then away, and then back, and then away. Poor guy was going to get eyeball whiplash! Thomas asked Nolen what he thought of the other night. Nolen looked up at Thomas and smiled. That was amazing. I totally came in my pants! You guys really went at it hard. I can’t believe Sean let Travis fist him and took both of your dicks at the same time. My ass is exit only! But, it was hot to watch! Thomas chuckled. Yeah, he has been pushing the envelope with his ass play. Every guy is different and that’s ok. Thomas rolled over exposing more of his dick and reached under the pillow at the top of the bed. He pulled out Billy. Nolen’s eyes bulged. What is that? Thomas introduced Billy as a copy of his own dick. He waved it back and forth at Nolen and you’d think Nolen was hypnotized. Thomas snapped his fingers and Nolen blinked. Thomas tossed it at Nolen and he swatted it away. Gross, has that been in your asses? Thomas said yes, but they wash it after each use, so it’s clean. Nolen looked at it and bent over to pick it up. He held it with two fingers and examined it. He spent a lot of time looking at the head and veiny shaft. So this is what your dick looks like? Nolen asked. You tell me, Thomas said, as he pulled his hardening cock out of his shorts. Nolen looked, but looked away quickly. Dude, Thomas said, you have seen me naked, jacking off, being sucked and fucking. I don’t think you need to be embarrassed about looking at my dick. Nolen smiled. True, it’s just still new to me. Thomas said he understood, as he openly stroked his dick. Nolen slid out of his chair and went over to Thomas’ bed. He held the dildo next to Thomas’ dick. Thomas let go of his dick and it fell against his stomach. Nolen reached out and pulled it up so he could compare the two fallacies in front of him. Twins, he said. Too bad this one can’t shoot cum as he wiggled the dildo. Thomas said they will be making that model in the near future. But, it won’t pulse like mine does. Nolen hadn’t removed his hand from Thomas’ dick and so Thomas flexed it a bit. Nolen quickly pulled his hand away. Thomas laughed and flexed his dick some more. It flopped back and forth from one hip to the other. Nolen couldn’t take his eyes away from it. Want to watch me cum? Thomas asked, startling Nolen out of his cock daze. Nolen nodded. Thomas spit in his hand and started jacking off. He used different strokes, long full shaft strokes and short just around the head strokes. He played with his balls and wiped precum from his head as it appeared and licked his fingers. Nolen was mesmerized and Thomas noticed he was stroking the dildo as he watched. You can stroke me too if you want. Thomas said. Nolen realized what he was doing and shook his head, then hesitated and asked, can I feel it when you cum? Of course, Thomas said. When I am ready wrap your hand around the base, that is where I throb the most. Thomas went back to stroking and told Nolen when he was getting close. Nolen reached out and wrapped his hand around the base of Thomas’ dick and continued to watch Thomas stroke around his head. Thomas started moaning and then started shooting his load up his chest. Nolen gasped as he watched Thomas’ load spray from the head of his dick and shoot. I never shoot that far. Do you think it’s because you have a bigger dick? Thomas shook his head and wiped the cum from his chest. He held it up for Nolen who shook his head, Oh, HELL no, Nolen scowled. Thomas licked his fingers. Nolen hadn’t removed his hand and watched as Thomas’ dick went soft. You really do pulse a lot when you cum. It was cool feeling it, thanks! Thomas flopped his dick down across his balls and over Nolen’s hand. A little cum got on Nolen’s hand. Eww, not cool dude, and he pulled his hand away and wiped it on the sheets. Thomas asked what else Nolen would like to `view’. Do you think Sean would let me see his uncut dick up close? I am sure Sean would let you do that. Just then Sean walked into the room. What would Sean let Nolen do? He asked. See your uncut dick. Thomas said. Without hesitation Sean pulled his sweats down and exposed his dick. Seriously, Nolen said. Just like that, you’d whip your dick out. Sure, you’ve seen it already. What’s the big deal.You need to lighten up, dude. Sean said. You like looking at dick, batıkent escort who the fuck cares? FINE, Nolen shouted. He stood up and yanked his pants down and flapped his dick back and forth. How’s that for lightening up? He yelled. Sean and Nolen looked at each other and busted out laughing. Feel better dude? Sean asked. FUCK YOU, Nolen said, still agitated. Sean and Nolen realized that Nolen was truly upset. Nolen, talk to us! Thomas said. Where is all this coming from? I am a fucking pervert. Why do I get off watching people have sex? It’s fucking weird. I am sick and wrong. Nolen, take a deep breath. Thomas said. What is going on? Nolen wiped his eyes. My brother caught me watching him and his girlfriend. He called me sick. He said it was gross that he was looking at his girlfriend and fucking gross watching his own brother fuck someone. He told me I needed help. He said if he ever caught me again he would tell our parents and didn’t care if he got in trouble having sex in the house, at least that was normal. Nolen started crying again. The boys rubbed his shoulders. Nolen started laughing. The boys looked at him concerned. Why are you laughing? Thomas asked. All of our dicks are out. The boys looked and sure enough we were all hanging out. They all laughed and Sean and Thomas stood and put their dicks away. Nolen stood up and started to put his dick away and said, no. I need to get over this. Nolen pulled off his pants, fluffed up his dick and balls and sat back down in the chair. Show me that uncut dick, Nolen demanded of Sean. Sean looked at Thomas who shrugged his shoulders. Sean stepped up to Nolen and pulled out his dick. Without hesitation Nolen took hold of it and examined it. He pulled the foreskin back and forth and lifted up Sean’s balls. Your dick is heavy, Nolen said. Can I see your ass? Nolen asked matter of factly. Sean turned and leaned on the desk and pulled his cheeks apart. Nolen took his finger and rubbed against Sean’s pucker. How did you take his whole hand in you and then both of their dicks? Nolen asked. Sean stood up quickly. Who’s hand? Who’s dicks? What are you talking about? Nolen realized he slipped. Thomas spoke up and filled Sean in about the voyeur scenario. Sean looked at Nolen. That’s HOT!, Sean said. I mean, having you watch us online is one thing, but you were there. Feet away from us. Sean was unconsciously rubbing his dick. Nolen noticed and stared openly. Sean didn’t stop. Nolen reached up and put his hand under his dick near the base. Sean threw his head back and cum shot out of his dick. When he came down from his orgasm, Sean looked down at Nolen. There was cum on his face and all over his hand. Nolen was frozen. Get it off, he said through closed lips. Thomas quickly grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off his face. He handed Nolen the towel so he could wipe the cum off his hand. When Nolen finished with his hand he placed the towel on his dick and cleaned up his own cum. He had shot his load watching Sean jack off. Nolen said that was hot, except for the cum on my face. How about some warning next time. Sean held up three fingers, Scouts Honor. Sean stood up and reached for his shorts. Thomas picked them up. Come here a second, Thomas directed Nolen. Nolen put his hand over his dick and stepped towards Thomas. Thomas reached up and moved his hand and took hold of Nolen’s dick and examined it and his balls. It’s a nice dick dude, and handed him his shorts. The boys told Nolen they would talk more, but for now, we should all get some rest as classes start tomorrow. The boys got busy quickly with their classes and had no time for anything other than studies for a couple weeks. They enjoyed a quick blow job in the mornings, but both were too tired by the end of the day to do anything else. They had texted with Nolen and passed him in the showers, but hadn’t had a chance to sit down and talk since the night before school. One morning during their wake up blowjob both phones went off. They both reached for their phones and received a text. “Classes cancelled due to inclement weather.” They jumped out of bed and looked out their window. Everything was white. The boys couldn’t tell where the roads were and it looked like there was 6 inches of snow on the cars they could see. There was a knock on their door and Sean went to answer it. Sean opened the door and Nolen’s eyes dropped immediately to Sean’s still hard dick. Did I interrupt something? Nolen asked. Oops, forgot I was naked. Sean said, and told Nolen to come in quick. Nolen stepped inside and saw Thomas’ naked body with a very erect dick. Don’t let me stop you from finishing up. The boys shrugged their shoulders and got into a sixty nine position on their sides. Nolen stood and watched as each boy sucked, licked and swallowed the others dick. Nolen pulled his dick out and started masturbating himself. The boys’ groans became more intense and soon they were shooting their loads into each other’s bellies. Nolen had his hands on both guys balls feeling them contract as cum left the boys dicks. Thomas laid on his back. Um, dude. And pointed at his side. Nolen had shot his load on Thomas. Nolen started to freak out and apologized. Sean told him to settle down and licked it up. There, all gone. Sean said with a smile on his face. Nolen wrinkled his face. I still don’t know how you eat cum. We’re gay, it comes with the job. Nolen stepped back and paused. He looked at the guys and then pulled off his shorts and shirt. beşevler escort How about a naked snow day? He asked. Sounds good to us! Thomas grabbed his phone and sent a text to Vic and Aaron. Naked snow day? He got a thumbs up emoji in reply. Be there in an hour. Thomas sent back. Get dressed boys, we have some place to be. Thomas said mysteriously. We’ll have to walk, so dress warm. The boys walked across campus to the apartment complex. Sean knew where they were, but Nolen had never met Aaron and Vic. They knocked on the door and were greeted by two naked men. Nolen looked at Thomas and smiled. The boys stepped inside and as they shed all of their clothes they introduced Nolen. They explained Naked Snow Day was Nolen’s idea. Aaron and Vic gave Nolen a high five and welcomed him to their place. Vic said they had turned the heat up to avoid shrinkage. Of course, he didn’t think Thomas and Nolen had anything to worry about but didn’t want to be even smaller than they were. Nolen looked down at Aaron and Vic and was relieved the two were his size. They walked in and sat down in the living room and talked about the semester. They all agreed that they were beyond busy and were ready for a day off, so the snow day was very welcome and welcomed be able to get together. Sean told Nolen that Aaron and Vic are a couple and that they had introduced them to Chaturbate and that they had a whole bedroom set up for their videos. Nolen realized that he had seen them have sex in the video with Thomas and Sean. Nolen asked, so were you two in the video with Thomas and Sean? Yup, all 6″ of us. We thought the viewers would only want to watch King Dong 1 & 2 over there, but, no offense guys, Aaron said looking over at Thomas and Sean, a lot of guys are not interested in big dicks. We picked up several viewers after our joint show. Most guys love watching a big dick, but said they wouldn’t want one everyday. Nolen and Sean nodded, and said it is true. Aaron and Vic grabbed each other’s dicks and wiggled them around. We are happy with each other and our size. Nolen said he had always been ashamed of his size. Vic pulled Aaron up and told Nolen to stand up. Nolen did as told. They all compared dicks. They were almost all the same size, actually, Nolen was a bit bigger than Aaron and Vic. They all started plumping up as they continued comparing. Aaron asked if Nolen would like to see the video room. Nolen nodded. Aaron led Nolen down the hall and Sean and Thomas followed. Vic came up from behind and Thomas felt Vic’s hand rub his ass as he slid by him into the bedroom. Vic never looked at Thomas. Vic’s dick was erect and as he rubbed Aaron’s back, Aaron started to plump up a bit. Should we make a Snow Day video, Vic asked? Thomas and Sean said they were up for it. Nolen said he wasn’t sure he would want to do that. Thomas told him he could watch and if he wanted to join in he could, and showed him an extra ski mask. The boys logged into their account and said they were now able to add Sean and Nolen’s account during a video so we can get twice as many viewers. They set up their goals and welcomed viewers as both rooms filled quickly. Nolen stood in the corner to be sure he wasn’t in view of any camera. They boys enjoyed performing for their viewers and as Vic and Thomas were fucking their boyfriend’s doggie style, all facing the camera, Thomas felt a hand on his ass, then fingers in his ass. He thrust into Sean and shot his load. Vic came seconds later. The boys all waved to the camera and they logged out. They checked their account and $500 appeared. $125 each, not bad for 45 minutes worth of work. The boys got up and Nolen started to apologize. The guys looked at the floor and there was a load of cum on the floor in front of him. No worries, Aaron and Vic said. This room is designed for easy clean-up for that very reason! Plus, we have both shot our load all over this room. Vic confessed. They all headed to the restroom and washed up. Nolen was actually feeling comfortable being naked around these guys. They went back into the living room and Aaron brought out a couple games. Naked Jenga or Naked Uno? UNO, they all shouted. Vic brought out a couple joints and we spent the next couple hours playing Uno and getting stoned. A game ended and Nolen leaned back in his chair, fully exposing his cock and balls. Why am I so comfortable around you gay guys? Because you’re a closet homo? Vic asked. Nope, if I had an ounce of game, I would be balls deep in a girl. Just can’t build up enough courage to ask a girl out. Hold that thought, Vic said. He grabbed his phone and sent a text, then lit up another joint. He handed the joint to Nolen and as Nolen inhaled, the apartment door opened and in walked three girls in their PJ’s. Nolen coughed up a lung as he blew the smoke out. He quickly covered himself and leaned forward in his chair. HELLO BOYS, the girls yelled. Naked party! Woo Hoo and they all stripped off their clothes. Deal us in and pass the weed. The girls all plopped down on the floor in front of the couch. Come on bashful, pass the weed. Nolen realized she was talking to him and passed her the joint. Vic spoke up and introduced the girls. Ms. Sunshine there is Sarah, with an H. Then there is Amber, and Carrie. The girls waved at the boys. Sarah blew smoke out hard when she noticed Thomas’ dick. Hello Seabiscuit! The other two girls giggled. Vic introduced Thomas and Sean and then Nolen. Amber whispered to Sarah. I think you’re right. She büyükesat ankara said. She looked at Thomas and Sean, any chance you like two boys like to show off on the internet? Vic and Aaron showed us your chatroom and I don’t think there are that many guys hung like you. Thomas and Sean smiled. Guilty, they said. You two are insane! Carrie looked over at Nolen. What about you Nolen? Nolen looked up from his hunched over position. What about me? You in the video chat business? No, No, I could never do that. Nolen said. Too bad, she said. You’re cute. And straight, Aaron added. Carrie blushed as she looked over at Nolen. The weed was passed around and Nolen relaxed a bit. He kept himself covered up but wasn’t feeling as self conscious as before. Carrie excused herself and when she returned sat next to Nolen. Nolen felt her skin on his leg. FUCK, don’t get a hard on, don’t get a hard on, he said to himself. He didn’t listen and his dick began to grow. He crossed his legs and tried to think about anything other than the feel of her skin on his. It didn’t work. Sarah asked if the boys had made any other videos. Aaron said there is a new one hot off the presses. Amber squealed and said she wanted to see. She pulled Sarah along with her and Sean, Thomas, Aaron and Vic went to the bedroom. Carrie turned to Nolen. Not very subtle are they? Nolen laughed nervously. Carrie turned and got on her knees in front of Nolen and stared into his eyes. She uncrossed his leg and Nolen covered his crotch. Don’t worry about it, Carrie said. If you didn’t have a hard on I would be offended. Nolen slowly moved his hands and Carrie placed hers on his. She never looked away from his eyes. Carrie leaned in and kissed Nolen. Nolen reached up and stroked Carrie’s face. Carrie pulled away. You’re a great kisser! She leaned in and kissed him some more. The others came back and Carrie quickly turned around, staying between Nolen’s legs. The way she was sitting and her long black hair blocked the others from seeing his hard dick. Sarah told Carrie she needs to see the new videos. They totally missed the one from over break! Carrie said she couldn’t wait. They got out the Jenga game and it was boys against girls. When it was Nolen’s turn he hesitated. Carrie moved off to one side and her hair slid off his lap. Nolen stepped up to the coffee table. His hard dick leading the way. The boys all looked at each other and Thomas made sure the other’s not say anything. Nolen made his move and sat back down. He didn’t hide his erection for the rest of the game. The boys ended up losing and the girls said it was probably time to head out. The boys looked and it was already dark. How about you guys spend the night. They predicted more snow and the school will most likely close again tomorrow. We could have another naked day! The girls got up and gathered their pajamas. The boys all got up to say goodbye. Nolen took a deep breath and stood up. His dick still hard. He walked over and Carrie gave him a hug. Definitely, NOT offended, she said as she rubbed his dick. The girls checked the hallway and made a naked dash down the hall to their apartment. After they left and the boys finally let out their jibs and jabs. You’re welcome, said Vic. Nolen smiled. Just so you know. Sarah and Amber are a couple and Carrie is their roommate. She is single and has a bit of a wild side. But, you can take her to church on Sunday and your mama will love her! She lives a few doors down, if you ever want to reach out to her. The boys readied themselves for bed and as Vic and Thomas passed each other at the bathroom Thomas felt Vic’s hand slide across his dick. Thomas was about to say something as Aaron came out of the bedroom and told Vic to get in bed and fuck him. When Thomas exited the restroom and walked by the boys open bedroom door he paused to watch. Aaron’s head was buried in a pillow and Vic was pounding his ass hard. Vic saw Thomas in the doorway and started fucking harder. Aaron started to lift up and Vic shoved him back down, pumped in him a few more times and then released his load, never taking his eyes off Thomas. Thomas was rock hard when he walked into the video room. Sean looked up at it and rolled onto his stomach, raising his ass for fucking. As Thomas released his load he saw Nolen standing in the doorway. He tapped Sean and they each blew Nolen a kiss and Nolen blew his load into his hand. He walked up to Sean and let him lick his hand clean. They each slept very well that night. The next morning five cell phones went off with another school closing alert. Naked Day number 2! Sarah and Amber showed up with coffee and bagels. Where is Carrie? Nolen asked. She said she has a project to do and was going to stay at the apartment, Sarah said. Funny thing though. We have the same classes and I don’t have a project due. Nolen went to the bathroom and came out dressed. He looked at Thomas. You got this, Thomas said. Nolen left and we watched from the hallway as he entered Carrie’s apartment A few hours later Carrie and Nolen came into the apartment. Nolen couldn’t stop smiling. They quickly stripped and joined the others in the living room. Nolen sat naked exposing his very soft cock and balls without reservation. The group enjoyed a couple joints and spent most of the day playing games, running outside naked and munching on snacks. They all heard the plows go by and groaned knowing that school would be back in session the next day. The girls said they should get going and the boys did as well. They all got dressed and Carrie gave Nolen a very hot kiss before she left. When the boys returned to the dorm room they made Nolen give them all the details. He said he wouldn’t kiss and tell, but he was a new man and had a date next Friday! Thomas and Sean smiled and said they were very happy for him. They all said goodnight and the next couple days were back to normal.

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Subject: Swabbie and Marine C-1 Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. fty Swabbie and Marine C-1 Western University had accepted me. I would room in a dorm. I had been assigned to Smythe Hall and to a room on a freshman floor. To most students that would be a “So what” moment. Me? I worried. I turned twenty-three four months ago and had three semesters of college credit at a community college before deciding that I needed university credits in my major. Okay, still “So what?” The main detail was that at seventeen two weeks after I graduated from high school to get away from the rules laid down by my parents, I joined the U. S. Marines. Some getting away. The rules in the Marines were worse than my parent’s rules. Even worse, I knew I was gay. I had done some stuff while in high school with three boys on my block, sometimes one on one, sometimes all three. Nothing more than hand jobs and sucking each other. One friend, Terry, liked to kiss and make out nude in the attic at his house. I loved those times with him. I thought the Marines would provide me a smorgasbord of guy cock and steamy make out sessions. Right! I soon learned the phrase, “Penetration, no matter how slight, was sufficient to complete the offense.” Plus getting caught meant jail where “queers” were beaten before getting thrown out of the Corps with a “Queer” discharge, not that that is what it was called. That was in the day before “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” I enlisted for four years. No war, just the Cold War and a hot hand while sitting on the toilet with my thighs covered by a newspaper. After a few months in a regular unit, I noticed guys, how they looked at me or others, particularly in the showers. Maybe they were a bit more friendly than most in the barracks. One of us would suggest a weekend pass to somewhere. We would get a motel and talk about stuff. One of us would bring a “Skin” mag. We’d look at naked pictures and bullshit about fucking a girl. Carefully, we would bring the topic around to jacking off, then to how about helping a brother out? When we felt safe with each other, blow jobs began. I was eighteen when this started. I knew nothing about anal and my buddies did not either. Alcohol, beer, was always involved. In the morning we blamed it on drinking and the magazines. I remember all those guys with whom I fooled around to this day. Only one guy was a repeat. The others were either ashamed or scared and never went with me again. The guy with whom I repeated liked it so much that we tried to make it a monthly occurrence. More than a month and the others in the unit might suspect something. When we got a motel, clothes came off as soon as we chained the door. Then right to a major make out and sucking each other’s cum like it was the last meal of the condemned. We were two horny teen Marines and I guess we loved each other as much as was possible. ankara yabancı escort We were transferred and never saw each other again. Fast forward to college. I started college because that was where the boys were. My three neighborhood buddies had moved after my four years in the service. I found one of them. He had a boy lover, but they let me live on their couch until I got my own place. He helped me find a job and an apartment and a boy to live with. This boy was eighteen. My having served in the Marines and being twenty-one when discharged made him seem to be a naïve youngster just graduated from high school. We had hot sex. He introduced me to anal and that rocked my world. I became a bunny with him and topped and bottomed. One time I had to call off work because I wanted him so much. He looked like me, slim, almost six feet, with a seven inch cock when hard. He was not circumcised. That hood was fun to play with. I had seen uncut cocks in the Marine showers. I had never played with one. We lived together for eighteen months. When I told him, I was transferring to Western, he was inconsolable for days. I began to worry about him. I could not take him with me. I looked around the community college for someone to replace me. After asking two boys to dinner at our apartment we found a third boy that was a perfect stand in for me. The boy was open about sex, in the apartment. In those days, sodomy laws existed, and gay sex could land you in prison. Anyway, the three of us became friends and would stay nude all weekend. Spit roasts, threesomes sucking and watching two of our happy threesome having anal were some of the things we did. When it was time to leave, I paid for two months rent. We ended with both giving me a goodbye spit roast. I sucked Billy while Drake unloaded in my chute. Then they switched. The day I made my last trip out the door, all three of us cried. I went back at the semester break. Everyone had moved and I never saw or heard from any of them again. I arrived at Smythe Hall sixth floor. I was early. I wanted to see how dorm life developed. I was nervous. What if I was assigned an eighteen year old momma’s boy freshman. Eighteen was fine, especially if he were inexperienced and I could deflower him, make him remember me and how I took his virginity. No matter what path his life took, he would remember me as his first. If he chose to marry, every time he made love to his wife, I would be there in a corner of his mind. The same would be true if he chose a male lover. I unpacked and made my bed. My roomie’s bed was waiting. I stood in my door watching as the kids began to arrive. I was careful as families were with them. I could not appear interested. There were hotties and I had to keep my eyes from roaming too obviously. I wondered how bahçelievler escort many of these kids would give their virginity oral or anal to me. I planned for when they partied like all freshman did. Then, when they were most agreeable, I would seduce them. Oh man. I would have to be careful and let them think it was their fault. I would tell them it was no big deal, that they just had too much to drink and did not know what they were doing. I would tell them that I forgave them and would keep what they did quiet. It would be our secret. That is until the next time. I even dreamed of making some of these boys regulars. I knew I could outdrink them because of my experience. I could pretend to be way more drunk so they would think they had taken advantage of me. I wanted them to feel remorse for being the perpetrator. They would be so easy. I got hot thinking of the future sex with their nude bodies thrashing and crying and begging. “Excuse me.” I came crashing to reality to see a twinky looking guy with a seabag over his shoulder planted in front of me. Sandy hair flipped over his left eye. Cute button nose with a thin mouth. It was his blue eyes that got me. Steel-blue with a depth of maturity that hinted that this boy was more than an eighteen year old freshman. He looked the part of a twink freshman, his eyes said otherwise. They looked used to being in command. “Is this 610?” I nodded it was. He looked at a piece of paper. “Then this is my room. Are you my roommate?” I nodded and stepped aside following him in. He placed the seabag on the vacant bed along with a carry-all I had not noticed. Then he turned and held out his hand. “Stew Miller.” I shook it, “Scott Gibbs.” “Nice meeting you Scott. Since we are roomies, how about a hug. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a full body hug making sure our groins connected. When he pulled back, his smile revealed the cutest dimples in his cheeks. I knew he would be mine. “It’s hot, even with the window open. We need to buy a fan. Hope you do not get embarrassed because I am stripping down to my skivvies.” Who used the term skivvies except Marines and sailors. I studied his seabag. His name was stenciled on it. Turning my attention to him, I saw that he was already in only his skivvie shorts. I stared. His name was stenciled on the waist band just like we did in the Marines. I looked up not wanting to be caught scoping out his package which looked impressive. On his right bicep was a tattoo of an anchor with the letters U S N under it. “You, you are a swabbie.” I hadn’t meant to use the derogatory term Marines used for sailors. “Yep and you are a jarhead.” He used the derogatory term sailors called Marines. “How did you know?” “I stopped over at the housing office to do research on my roomie. Guess us swabbies balgat escort are more inquisitive than you jarheads.” I raised my left shirt sleave to show the Eagle Globe and Anchor tattoo on my left bicep I had gotten one sober night in Oceanside California. He smiled. “Oh, we are going to have fun. You will help a bro out when in need won’t you?” I nodded. “Thought you would. You Marines had it easy. Finding a secret place on ship was not easy. You do it all?” I nodded not telling him that I did not do it all until I was released from active duty. “Help me unpack. Then we can lock the doors and give each other head.” I made quick work of getting him settled. I put the last sock in his drawer and turned around. He stood nude looking more like a twink than when dressed. With his skivvies off, his cock stood at attention. I stared. “How big is that thing?” Its size did not match his slim, slight body. I was so screwed. “Just over nine inches. Get your skivvies off and get over here and worship it.” I was on my knees in moments taking the tip in my mouth. This swabbie who looked like he ought to be still in high school but had to be twenty-one, maybe twenty-three was fucking my mouth and I loved it. “Get on the bed and let your head hang over the side. Be ready for my load as I have three days stored up.” He fucked my mouth until I felt his seed slam into my throat. I swallowed it like I was starving. “Your turn jarhead. Fuck my throat. As I entered his mouth his head hung down opening his throat to my seven hard inches. I went into all out throat fucking action. The closer I got, the more I called his name, “Stew.” He moaned like no guy I had throat fucked ever moaned. I blasted my cum straight down his throat. He gave the best BJ I had ever experienced. After, he wanted to cuddle and make out. He was a super kisser. We lay front to front getting hard again. “You up for seconds, jarhead?” “Bring it swab jockey.” When we swallowed each other a second time we sat on the edge of his bed, both of us laughing. “If those kiddies in our suite or next door heard us, they are scratching their skulls,” I said then added, “Before this month is out more will be done to their skulls than scratching. Agreed?” I bumped his fist. “Let’s shower and go grab a beer.” We showered without locking the suite door. If our suitemates saw us together in the shower, they would begin to think in the direction we planned for them. At the Stadium, a campus bar, Stew’s ID almost was rejected as fake. His military ID issued at expiration of active service combined with his driver license finally convinced two managers. My ID, same military ID as Stew’s, other than having a Marine emblem on it, was not checked as closely. One manager asked if we were really Vets. Convinced we were and learning we were students, he told us about the Vet’s club. This club met in the basement of their bar. They had to meet off campus because they had been banned from campus for drunken parties that required a two to one ratio of girls to boys. “That sucked,” I thought. As we walked back to the dorm, Stew mused. “I wonder who will be easier to seduce, eighteen year old freshmen or twenty something Vets?” AGAIN: Support for Nifty keeps us going fty

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Subject: Tristan Chapter 9 (gay college) Tristan by Henry H. Hilliard This work fully protected under The United States Copyright Laws 17 USC 101, 102(a), 302(a). All Rights Reserved. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author’s consent. If reading this story is not legal in your jurisdiction, stop it right now. If you enjoy this story, please consider making a donation to Nifty to keep this platform alive. Chapter 9 By general agreement the academic staff went easy on their students as the holiday Thursday approached. Tristan managed to get his assignment on The Repeal of the Corn Laws and an essay on Aldous Huxley submitted on time. He would try to get a term paper on Descartes completed over the holiday, as he had to deliver this to the class in his Philosophy seminar. He was not sure about Colt’s progress, save that he had received a `distinction’ in his prac assignment on the adaptation of a certain type of mollusc. The campus was visibly emptying when they set out mid-morning, directly after Tristan attended Greek, throwing their backpacks into the truck. “I thought we’d be heading west on the interstate?” said Tristan to Colton who was at the wheel and wearing sunglasses. “I don’t come from West Texas, dumbass.” “Oh, I never asked, I just assumed that…you know.” “Y’all been readin’ too many gay cowboy stories. Our place is southwest, in Hill Country.” He put on country music and turned it up very loud. Soon they were laughing and singing all across the flat country until they stopped at Giddings. This was a quintessential Texan township. On either side of its wide and dusty main street crouched single and double-storeyed shops and offices baking in the late autumn sunshine. Many were boarded up. There was a stupendously ugly courthouse from the 1890s and, on the outskirts, were some brave newer business ventures, but several of these were already derelict since the GFC and now weeds grew tall in their concrete parking lots. The rusting infrastructure of a short-lived oil boom could also be detected, but there were now more churches than pumpjacks. It was a typical story of hope and despair and was the great cancer rotting out the heart of America. The world was passing it by. “Not here,” said Tristan as Colt went to turn into a Macdonald’s. “Try that diner over there.” “But it looks old and the restrooms might not be clean. Good thing ’bout Maccas is that he food is ‘xactly the same ever’where.” “That’s another reason. Just think, there’s bound to be a really nice lady behind the counter. She’ll be called `Gloria’ or something and will talk tough but have a heart of gold and love handsome college boys passing trough.” Colton snorted. “Or there maybe a hot boy called Timmy–red head with freckles and who’s itching for someone to suck him off.” “Could dye m’hair.” “Or a horny trucker or even two…” “In my stories it would certain t’be a not-so-sweet gal called, `Maybelle’ or `Dolores’ and she’s be in these bitty cut offs under her apron and she’d lick her pencil when she saw this fine stud slam the screen door and then she’d get right close and bend over to take ya order…” In the end the proprietor was an Indian from Bradford. “Oh, I am so very glad to hear another English voice,” he said, and outlined his amazing translation to this place. The coffee was served in thick china cups and the “Blue Plate Special” was Chicken Tikka Marsala with French fries. Tristan told Colton to order the ryebread sandwich. They sat on the lime-green vinyl seats of the booth in the window. Hardly a soul passed by. Colt munched on his sandwich and between bites said: “Y’all is too romantic, Tristan. Y’read too many of them trashy stories as y’all beat off and it rots y’brain.” He leaned across the chipped wood-grain of the tabletop. “Life ain’t like that. It ain’t a story and it ain’t romantic. Look at this place.” He meant more than just the diner. “Y’all can’t go through life looking for some fantasy.” Tristan wanted to vehemently disagree and was about to relate the story of the great rationalist Rousseau’s sudden epiphany when he was on a journey to see is friend Diderot who was being held in a dungeon in Vincennes. On the road he suddenly beheld another universe and became another man, falling to the ground and sobbing for hours until he had ruined his waistcoat. Instead Tristan said, “Well, I was right about Hetch Gleeson.” They stocked up on water and hit the road. Tristan offered to drive, but Colton was enjoying it so he remained at the wheel. The country was green and progressively became more attractive as they headed into foothills. “D’yall know about roadhead?” “Yeah. Girl sucks off the driver as they’re driving. Usually a big, high rig will pull parallel and sound his air horn in approval. There’re stories about amputations in collisions.” “That’s about it. Speciality of Texas girls, they all do it.” “Even your Momma?” “Sure, ‘spect she did m’Dad in his truck on the way back from Galactic Cowboys’ concerts in the ‘nineties.” He grinned and then in unison they cried, “Ewew!” “Perhaps, she still does?” offered Tristan and received a friendly punch. “So, you wanna give me roadhead?” “Isn’t it dangerous? It’s not very respectful of Texan girls.” “I’ll be careful if you don’t nip me. ‘sides you ain’t no Texas gal and I ain’t runnin’ f’Congress.” He unzipped and struggled to get `his piece’ out. “Should’a gone commando today.” Tristan unfastened his seatbelt and leaned across. It was awkward and Colt’s groin was sweaty. Tristan felt like the worst slut as he bobbed up and down, hoping that Colton kept the truck’s path steady. Suddenly the vehicle swung right and Tristan felt Colt’s penis push right into his throat. He coughed and pulled off. They were in a layby. “Sorry about that. Cop car was tailing us.” Tristan felt panic and looked about but they were alone. “Man, that was good. You gotta take me deep like that more often.” Tristan was unsure what so say, but promised to practice. “Finish me off here. You can beat yourself if’n you wanna get off too.” Back on the road Colton threw a few bouquets. “You give the best head, Tris. Chicks can’t suck and swaller a damn compared to you. Trouble is, they most don’t like doin’ it, only do it to get a relationship. That’s why they is always smilin’ at the wedding–they know they’ll never have to do it agin.” They both laughed. “But you really love it, don’tcha? And don’t ask for nothin’ in return.” Tristan was not sure about this assessment at all and merely said, “Sure.” That behind them, they chatted about their school days, Tristan trying to explain about his boarding school in Sussex and Colton recalling all the things he got up to with his buddies at the high school they’d attended. “Weren’t but one senior high in our school board district, so y’knew most ever’body.” They drove on, the countryside rising gently up onto limestone plateaux. As they skirted big cities, some areas were full of large new homes on an acre or more and were obviously within commuting distance. It was neither properly urban nor truly rural and Tristan did not like it. “That’s the Colorado River down there,” said Colton. Tristan couldn’t see anything because of the concrete embankments along the interstate. “This is the proper one, mind, not that other one in Arizona.” Soon they headed away from this and passed through some attractive small towns, some with Spanish names and some with German ones, with an occasional plainly constructed, white-painted Lutheran church to be noted. The Wendish people had been early settlers, said Colton. The countryside became more forested and was suddenly very beautiful, with everything on a grand scale, juniper trees, escarpments, cloud-flecked sky–like the paintings by the Hudson River School, only this was in Texas. “We’re comin’ into m’town,” said Colt breaking the silence. It was passed through too rapidly for Tristan form an accurate impression and they were now on a much more rural road. Then they were on a gravel road, which Tristan realised was the entrance to the farm. There were farm buildings. “Tammy’s over thar,” said Colt with the toss of his head. In a moment they were before a small timber homestead. Although the iron roof had some rust patches, the house was quite pretty, with red shutters and turned posts and balusters on the front porch. There was another porch to the side that was enclosed with insect screens. Colton stood by the truck and pointed out the features. “There’s a basement with a storm cellar. We put up storm windows in the win’er. Often get snow, tornados too. Be getting’ cooler over the next couple weeks. Oil furnace is in the basement, but there’s a fire in the livin’ room. Used to be my job to chop wood. Reckon that’s how I got m’big guns. Our room is out back. Other beds is in the attic,” he said indicating the dormer windows. “Shall we go up?” suggested Tristan, who almost didn’t want to break Colton’s revere. A few steps landed them with a hollow thump on the porch. The font door stood open behind a screen door. “We’re here!” hollered Colton as they stepped directly into a small sitting room. Tristan barely had time to take in the floral sofa with two 1960s `TV trays’ set before them, and a rocking chair (possibly a family heirloom) with a crochet rug on it, before Mrs Stone bustled out from the kitchen in jeans and a shapeless top. There was a very warm welcome, with hugs and kisses for Tristan as well as for Colt. “Where’s Dad?” “Resting. He’ll be down in a minute.” Tristan had a little speech of thanks prepared, which he delivered and then produced a wooden box for Mrs Stone. (“Please, Tristan, call me Clarice, you sound like the kids at School.”). She opened it and was apparently genuinely surprised to find a dozen compartments each filled with neat stacks of Twining’s teabags. “Why bless you, you’ll be making me into a real British lady. We’ll have to get started directly after supper–the spiced apple one sound delicious.” Tristan made some appropriate comment and tactfully made no reference to the doubtful the choice of spiced apple. “What is for supper, Mom?” “Shit with oregano,” came the surprising reply before Clarice could apologise and explain that this was a family joke and not to think too badly of a family that `cussed’. Colton just laughed and said, “I’m so hungry, that sound real appetizin’, Mom.” “Show Tristan where to put his things and where to wash up. I’m plum in the middle of bakin’ for tomorrer.” Colt led Tristan through a narrow corridor and down a step to a large room. “This here was our boys’ bunkroom. Mitchell, Dacey and me.” There were three single beds and a pair of bunks. A sewing machine suggested that the room had other uses now that Colton had left home. “And your brothers?” “Both be here tomorrer. Mitchell and his wife, Kelsey, live about an hour away and they’ll be brinin’ the two little ‘uns. Dacey lives with his girl right here in town. It’s an on again-off-again thang, so don’t know if Sheree is coming or spendin’ Thanksgivin’ with her folks. Her pa’s a minister couple towns over.” “Will you be catching up with your girlfriend while we’re here?” “She’n her husband done moved to Brownsville. Bastard’s been beatin’ up on her.” “That’s terrible.” “Yeah. Wished they’d kept him in jail.” Colt was lost in thought for a moment. “Can you show me around after I meet your dad?” Colton leapt from the bed and they returned to the main part of the house. In the kitchen and helping Clarice with some pies was Drake. Tristan had his hand firmly wrung and he hoped his own was not a limp fish. Clarice shooed the three men out the kitchen door and into the yard. “Show Tristan ya’girlfriend, boy.” Tristan looked puzzled until he realised they were walking to a stable. In a yard just beyond stood three horses. One broke free and snorted and trotted over to the slip rail where stood the tall figure of Colton as might ankara escort have been painted by Remington. Colton allowed Tammy to nuzzle into his neck before kissing her. He took a piece of carrot from his pocket and fed it to the mare. She tried to nose into his jeans looking for more. “Ain’t that a purty sight?” said Drake with a chortle. “Sure has a way with the fillies, that boy.” Tristan had to agree and then he looked up the hill. “They’re your vines, Drake?” asked Tristan. They walked slowly up the rise, leaving Colton with his horse. The vines were attractive in their autumn colour and their rows formed a striking pattern over the southern slopes of three low hills. At the end of each row was planted a rose bush. “If’n the rose gits sick, the vines is in danger–sort o’like the canary in the coal mine.” There was a good deal of mechanical equipment and large stainless steel tanks, but the vineyard was too small for a crushing plant of its own and so this was contracted out to a neighbouring vineyard. It was all very interesting. “The real work is winter pruning. All has to be done manually. Generally employ a hand and Matt helps out. Since I’ve been poorly he’s had t’do more n’ more.” “Colton said you worked off the farm.” “Did. Worked for a livestock firm as an agent. When there was a downturn I was laid off. Trouble is, no job meant no healthcare plan just when I had to go under the knife. We mainly depend on Clarice’s steady income. The place ain’t stocked like it was years ago when I employed six hands full time.” This was the most Tristan had heard him say. To his surprise he was invited to `set a spell’ and they sat on a bench on the shady side of the barn overlooking paddocks fenced with barbed wire that ran down to dense vegetation that bordered a river. “Tell me about health care in your country.” Tristan was surprised by the request but, stumbling, began with the state of Britain in 1948 and went on to describe the NHS as he knew it. “Of course, many people go private if they can afford it. Gives them more choice of doctor and shorter waiting times. There’s also a lot of criticism about the level of funding and stuff like that. I can’t remember how much extra we pay in taxes–more than here. But it’s a pretty good system and if you’re sick, not having money for treatment is one less worry, I suppose. Covers all sorts of stuff like dental and physio and psych too. Wheelchairs and mobility aids. We’re pretty used to it now and just expect it to be there, like schools and the police, I suppose. I know Americans don’t think like we do.” “No, we ‘xpect people to be responsible for theirselves, most rightly. But I thank we call helpin’ others `socialism’ too readily. I ‘xpect y’all heard that some since y’bin here.” Tristan nodded. “Lookin’ after your own family’s a very fine thang, but so is lookin’ after your neighbour’s family when their house is on fire. ‘sides, one day it might be your own place and then you’d want the lend of their hose.” “Well, the United States is a much bigger country and you have a different tradition…” began Tristan, playing the devil’s advocate. “Yeah, and the big ‘surance companies and the big medical funds and the big companies what makes the drugs have got their claws so deep inta the system that they’ll never loose their grip. Bought up the politicians too. Then there’s the folks who won’t toll’rate notion of welfare for imm’grants and poor African-American folks. You’d reckon we were a third world country to hear ’em speak. Well, ‘nough politics. Best find that boy of mine and get him to help me with bonfire–we’re having one tomorrer night for the gran’kids and the neighbours.” Colt was a bit depressed that he could not ride Tammy with his cracked ribs. He asked Tristan if he could ride. “A little bit. We had it as an activity at my school–you know, on weekends when we didn’t go home. Is she easy? Would she let me ride her? She’s a one man girl, it seems.” “Real sweet, she is. Maybe take her out tomorrer?” Tristan agreed, hoping he wouldn’t make a fool of himself. They went back to the house for supper, first expunging the worst of the dirt in a room off the barn and then finishing the job, after they had changed their clothes, in the ground floor bathroom in the house proper. Supper was taken in the big kitchen on a table very practically covered in a cheerful plastic cloth, although very little of the design of Parisian bistros could be appreciated due to the spread of dishes that made the table groan. Sweet Onion Pie formed a sort of first course, although one helped oneself to `green’ beans and creamed corn and other things in a very friendly fashion. For the main course (rather anomalously called `the entrée’ in Texas) there was Chicken Fried Steak with a peppery white gravy, which Tristan had heard of but was still surprised to find that it didn’t have even a passing acquaintance with anything that had feathers. This was accompanied by a big bowl of potato salad, and two bottles of their wine were uncorked. “I must ‘pologise for the slim pickin’s tonight, boys,” said Clarice as she pressed some more of her `famous’ coleslaw onto Tristan, “but I’ve been flat out preparin’ for tomorrer so it’s kind of pot luck tonight.” Tristan was amazed at the quantity of food eaten and that it was so good, in an unsophisticated and artery-hardening way. He supposed that farm work generated big appetites and the men of the family were all big framed. There were desserts (a cobbler and home made pastries) and it was over these that the conversation started in earnest. Drake returned to the topic of health care and this morphed into a general political discussion about Donald Trump of the usual kind and of which Tristan was quite weary “We’re registered Democrats, although most of the county are Republicans–some better n’some worse than others; most decent folks,” began Drake. “Course it used to be a Follette county in my grandpa’s time. You wouldn’t know about the Progressive Party, would you Tristan?” “As a matter of fact, I do, Drake. We’re studying it in History this year. A guy from Duke is our professor. La Follette supported the farmers in Wisconsin and opposed the big banks. He wanted an income tax brought in and tariffs reduced–or was it raised? I can’t remember. I didn’t know he had any support in the South.” “Didn’t we always have income tax?” asked Colton. Tristan shook his head. “You know more’n about it than me. M’daddy said that he was pro-German in the First War. Lotta German families here.” “We haven’t got that far yet.” Clarice took over. “Trouble is, most want lower taxes in this school board district and the teachers are already paid fifteen percent less than in schools in Austin.” She began to clear the table and when Tristan stood to help, she waved him to sit down and did so herself. “It’s a good school, but we can’t fill a lot of the positions ’cause the good teachers would rather go someplace else where the pay’s better. Also the buildings need updatin’. Many folks who don’t have kids at the school just think we’re complain’ liberals.” Colton spoke up and gave examples of the shortcomings that he remembered from his own school days. The discussion drifted from topic to topic, even racial prejudice was touched on, with a bill to improve voting accessibility in the State having only recently been quashed. “This wine,” began Drake, holding up his half glass. “D’you know how much it costs to make?” Tristan didn’t know, but Drake told him. “Now, to get it bottled by a bottlin’ plant costs me two dollars. I don’t have my own plant, so me and a lot of other family producers have to go to SouthernPak–they’s a packaging outfit right across the South. We could go to Ziln’s, but it don’t make no mind. Anyways, if we take the cost ‘o production, plus the cost o’bottlin’ we break even at seven bucks a bottle. Retail it would sell for eighteen, maybe twenty, ‘cept we can’t get stores to sell it. The big liquor stores say that they will only buy at six-fifty and then only in big quantities. After two years they want us to sell it at six-twenty five and then at six even. It’s crazy.” “What can you do?” asked Tristan. “Well, don’t have y’family depend on vines for a start! In theory–theory only mind– we could form our own co-operative, maybe buy or build our own bottlin’ plant or, better still, form a co-op to market Hill Country Wine, maybe Texas wine. Then we might have a chance to bargain with the retailers, but even so, they buy it cheaper from all over the world–from the big producers in France and so on. “Local dairy farmers tried to do that, formed themselves a co-op and had their own butter factory a town over. All the farmers had shares. Then a Lactil North America makes them an offer, the fools accept it because prices had been down. Lactil then forces ’em down further and even makes the farmers pay them when they oversupply their contracts. Now they’ve closed the plant to consolidate in Hopkins County and thirty men are out of work.” “The outlook for agriculture seems gloomy, then,” said Tristan twirling his glass. “Yes, Tris, it surely is. The family farm is dyin’ if it ain’t dead already. Big mul-tie-nationals is buyin’ up the land. My boys certainly don’t want to be farmers, ain’t that right, Colt?” “Yes, Sir. ‘fraid so. Sorry to dissapoint ya, Dad.” “You never dis’point me, boy,” replied Drake and leaned over and kissed his son on the forehead. “Dad!” cried the quarterback, blushing. “Our Colt’s made for finer than farming,” said Clarice. Colt dodged away from a second kiss. “Did he tell you he was salutatorian last year?” Colt groaned. “We don’t have that. Is it second to the dux of the year?” “Yes. Chynna Randle beat him by just one grade point,” said Colt’s mother as she turned to get the tea pot off the kitchen counter, whereupon Colt mouthed the words, `Fucked her, though,’ so as only Tristan could see. He grinned. “He didn’t even tell me he was on an academic scholarship,” complained Tristan, who had to stifle a laugh. “He’s smarter than me.” “Well, you were expectin’ a dumb jock hick just fallen off the onion wagon and I didn’t want to shatter your book-learned fantasy, Roomy.” “Yes, I’m sorry. I suppose I did have preconceived ideas.” He thought for a moment. “There’s the Texas created by nature and the Texas in books and my imagination, and the Texas made by the actual people,” said Tristan, paraphrasing Socrates who, presumably had never been to the Lone Star State. There was no television that night, but several rounds of cards, interrupted frequently by Clarice having to tend to `somethin’ on the stove.’ Then Tristan found himself in the bedroom with Colton. Tristan lay on the middle bed in his boxers. “I love your parents,” he said. “Your Dad’s great. I could never imagine my parents saying stuff like that. They really love you. Hey, I love the way you Southern boys call your parents `sir’ and `ma’am’–we don’t do that in England. “I know, its all, `I say, Mother’; `By jove, Pater’,” laughed Colt, putting on what he imagined was an English accent. “Something like that,” said Tristan, feeling suddenly bitter at what he had missed out on. “Is this where you and Dacey and Matt jacked off?” “Yeah. Dace taught me how to do it when I was twelve. Matt had taught him. Matt gave me some finishin’ school lessons, so’s why I’m such a sexual ath-a-lete. He’s six years older. Taught me a lot. We had some fun times here, even snuck some girls in when Mom and Dad were at the County Fair. We used to have a poster of Kylie Jenner and we’d have jack off competitions to see who could jizz her face.” “I bet you won.” “Well, I wasn’t very accurate, but I cum the most, so…’ “Poster ruined?” “Pretty much.” There was silence. “So you enjoyed today?” “Very much. I liked Tammy.” There was another pause. “You wanna come over here? I kinda miss y’all and it’ll be nice in m’old ankara olgun escort bed, though a might tight. Lock the door and take y’boxers off.” Tristan woke early. He had not slept well in the conventional sense, but the forced proximity to Colt in the single bed meant that it had been a very good night in another. They had slept with their bodies touching, skin-to-skin and Tristan breathed in what Colton breathed out. To prevent his falling out, Colton thought it best to sleep with his arm around his roommate and Tristan didn’t disagree with him. Colton’s erection jabbed into practically every orifice of his body. Apparently rule number one did not apply on home turf. They lay talking desultorily in the early morning light, comparing families and their respective homes. There was also a great, unspoken, intimacy. Colton started to stroke his cock under the covers. “Don’t you want me to do that?” “No, not this morning. I ain’t got to do myself in weeks and I’ve almost forgotten how. But I want you to watch; that’s real hot. Watch your cowboy get his nut, Tris.” There was a huge country breakfast waiting in the kitchen, even though dinner, the main meal of the day, would be not so many hours away. “Lord, eat up, Tristan, we have to put some meat on those bones,” said Clarice as she kissed him and slid three more pancakes onto his plate. In the yard, Colt saddled up Tammy who was docile under his touch. She was surprised when it wasn’t her master who mounted her, but this stranger. However, she settled and began to trot, with Colton walking alongside and soothing her. They explored the farm, passing the vines and bisecting some of the cattle paddocks, Colt opening and closing the steel gates. The stock were in the lower paddock and the curious beasts all began to migrate to where they were. Tristan was fearful of being crushed by them or that Tammy might panic, but Colt took charge and they were shooed back. “What sort are they?” asked Tristan, who had expected the dangerous Longhorns of fiction. “Red Angus. We raise ’em for meat, though some folks milk ’em.” They were soon at the trees and Colton guided them through to a clearing where a small river was flowing. “It’s lovely,” said Tristan, dismounting. Colt tied Tammy to a tree and the boys sat on some rocks, throwing pebbles into the water as it burbled over shallow rapids. “I know. This is my favourite spot. We–my brothers and the guys–come down here to drink and hang out.” “Skinny dipping?” asked Tristan thinking of another story. “Course. But I also likes to come here by myself and just sit n’ thank.” “Good thanking spot,” said Tristan and received a friendly punch. “Only trouble is that the river is too shaller for good fishin’ and y’all can’t launch a boat o’course.” “Yes, my Dad likes to fish from a rowboat; they don’t allow motorboats on the lake.” “What lake?” “The lake at the cabin.” “Your dad has a cabin–and you never told me?” “You never asked. I say cabin, but it’s really a lodge. He bought it when he came to Texas because all the other execs own cabins. They go up there for business, but mostly it’s just to drink and get away from their wives. I’ve only been there once.” “Could we…?” “We could go, right enough, but you mightn’t like it.” “Why not?” “Because it’s technically in Louisiana and you never leave Texas.” “Well, I suppose I should broaden m’horizons some. You’d ask your dad?” “I suppose so, let’s see if we’re still talking when he gets back from San José. You know, we could ask the guys to come and the girls too–in the Christmas holidays. What do you think?” “Shit! How big is this cabin?” “Five or six bedrooms, I think. A lot of bunks and stuff.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” asked Colt again. “I didn’t think of it. It just wasn’t important to me. It was just his cabin and part of that gross materialistic lifestyle he’s embraced since moving here–you know, the god-awful apartment in Dallas that Cylvah has decorated–looks like a fuckin’ bordello.” “Now, how would you know what a bordella looks like?” “I’ve read books.” “You and yer damn book-readin’,” laughed Colton. Then, “Do you really hate y’dad that much?” “Yeah. No. I don’t know. I’ve got to work through some stuff. He’s very concerned with things–you know, money and stuff. He didn’t have much time for me, at least not when I became a teenager.” “About the time he knew you were gay?” “Yeah, I guess so. He said he was supportive and stuff and that it made no difference to him if I was straight or gay, but we did drift apart just the same and it was about then that he and Mum had problems. She’s very concerned with position and appearances. She’s good at her job too. That was always first.” He made patterns in the dust with a stick. “I suppose I sound like a spoilt, rich bitch?” “Nah, bud. You just hurtin’ like we all are.” They made their way back to the house, Colton mocking Tristan for his `British’ way of riding. Then he urged him to gallop the remaining distance, as it would be good for Tammy. The next duty was to collect Clarice’s mother from her retirement village on the other side of the town. They went in Tristan’s truck, Tristan driving this time. Mrs Garvey proved to be a real character. She let out a whoop when she saw her `fav-o-rite grandson’ at the screen door of her little home unit and Colton had to bend low to kiss her, for she was small but feisty. She slapped his arse and asked if `was getting’ plenty’. When she saw Tristan she demanded to be introduced to the `hot dude’ but had to be satisfied with a stiff English greeting and a handshake. “Well, ain’t your accent just dandy, cutie?” Tristan blushed then jumped. He’d been pinched. “Gramma!” cried Colt. “Tristan is our guest, not one of your gentlemen friends.” “As if. Harry Merch died last month and Ron Amor didn’t look too good at bingo last night. I’m starved of mas-cu-line company. Tired of bein’ respectable. Bring the bottle, Colty,” she said indicating a quart of Jack Daniels on the hall table. The ride to the house was hilarious with Mrs Garvey regaling them with all sorts of funny stories. She closely followed the football and cross-examined Colton on recent events. “You play football, Tris?” she asked. Tristan, once again had to admit this was another of his shortcomings. “Y’all’s so cute. Bless y’heart, ain’t he gorgeous, Colty?” she asked to the backseat. Tristan couldn’t see if his roommate blushed. “Cute as a speckled pup under a red wagon, Gramma.” When they reached the farm, it was clear by the two trucks in the yard that Colt’s brothers had arrived. There was a good deal of noise, with Mrs Garvey contributing the most. Mitchell was 25 and looked like his father and had the same taciturn manner. His wife seemed nice but was so focussed on their four year-old twins boys, that it was difficult to get to know her. The little boys were adorable and looked rather like their uncle Colt. Kelsey was glad that Mrs Garvey provided a new focus for their attention. Dacey had come alone. He was darker haired like his mother but had a lively personality similar to Colton’s but was not quite so handsome or as strapping. There were handshakes and greeting all around and Tristan thought again of that dreadful first day. The men immediately adjourned to the screened porch and were soon drinking beer, Dacey and Mitchell, lighting up cigarettes and talking to their father. The `womenfolk’ were in the kitchen and Tristan found himself standing in the living room, not knowing which group to join. One of the twins came running through, being chased by the other, and so Tristan made an effort and decided to play with them. They made a game of climbing on the bunks in the bedroom and jumping off, then covering Tristan with pillows before they decided that they could turn one of the beds into a boat and Tristan made them laugh by insisting that their `fishing’ had hooked all sorts of unlikely things such as carrots, cell phones, elephants and chewing gum. Colton came and rescued Tristan who was tiring rapidly and was mightily amused to find his roommate so completely involved with his nephews. There were two new arrivals by the time Tristan returned to the living room. Colton’s Aunt Livvy, his father’s divorced sister was there. She apologised for Beau’s absence as he was having Thanksgiving with his boyfriends’ family–Tristan quickly recognizing that this was the gay cousin who was close to Colt. There was no particular reaction to this and so Tristan presumed it was old news. The final visitor was something of a shock, although Tristan’s upbringing allowed him to keep all such displays of emotion well hidden. Miss Lillian was the most enormous woman he had ever seen. She was morbidly obese and was sweating from exertion as she was helped through the screen door by her neighbour who had brought her from the trailer park where she apparently lived. Lillian was an affectionate woman and laughed a good deal at nothing in particular, her collection of double chins wobbling like ruched window blinds in a stiff breeze. She wore flip flops below an enormous, shapeless print frock and had obviously gone to the trouble of putting on earrings and, with some inaccuracy, red lipstick. Tristan wondered if she had elephantiasis. A sturdy chair was produced and she was lowered into it, rearranging her various prolapsed organs for comfort. Tristan passed a cushion for her back and almost recoiled at the dreadful smell that emanated from her body, which was possibly explained when she laughed and said that her ulcerated thighs caused by chafing had been worse these last few weeks. She let out a large fart as she settled. “Tristan, could you help me with the cornbread?” asked Clarice. When they were safely in the kitchen, Colton’s mother explained that Miss Lillian was a good person who had suffered from `gland problems’ all her life. Although she lived in an old trailer, she was well liked by her neighbours who looked after her the best they could. In fact Lillian was descended from one of the first families who had settled the district in the 1840s. Lillian had lived with her sister until a few months previously when the sister had `passed’. “So I thought how lonely she must be and I got Drake to invite her today. I hope you understand.” Tristan said that he did and smiled. Clarice kissed him. The meal was eaten at three tables joined end-to-end that stretched from the kitchen doorway right into the living room. Bed sheets covered with colourful cloths masked the joins and the whole was made bright with decorations formed from striped squash and hollowed out pumpkins filled with flowers from the garden. All the best china and glassware was set out and the table was replete with bowels, plates and platters of all sorts of food, more than could possibly feed the company. It was inescapably Norman Rockwell. “Do we say grace?” asked Kelsey, Mitchell’s wife. This was Tristan’s first hint of discord. “You know we do not in this house,” said Drake firmly. “Well, I just wanted to thank the Lord for blessing us,” she countered. “For giving us so much,” she waved her hand and then Tristan followed her eye to where, for a moment, it lighted on a brand-new truck seen through the window. “You can think what you like in private, Kelsey, but I suggest that you also ask the Lord why he has not blessed so many others today.” He turned to Clarice. “I just heard from Jack that they found Renee Polk dead in her cottage and the little’uns have been taken by the welfare.” He turned to the table at large. “It were a Fentanyl overdose–maybe accidental they reckon; she’s been addicted for years.” Mitchell said: “Dad, Kelsey only meant that we should be grateful–think ourselves lucky.” “Maybe,” said Mrs Garvey, “but don’t sound s’smug about it.” This was forgotten with the commencement of the meal. Tristan lost count of the dishes that ankara ucuz escort he struggled to even sample. There was turkey, of course, with a spicy and nutty stuffing, but there were also such things as candied yams, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, green beans with bacon and cheese grits. Tristan had no idea what grits were. Miss Lillian was liberally supplied with food by those nearest to her (she was seated on the end where there was more room) and she ate with great gusto and kept laughing, even though no joke had been made. Tristan was quizzed about his life in England and he explained that there was no such festival as Thanksgiving. Mitchell asked him about his father and Tristan replied, simply, that he lived in Dallas and worked for Globoco and hoped that was all he was required to say. Mrs Garvey then asked Dacey where his girl was and he admitted that they had had `a difference of opinion–again’ and sighed. She patted him on the knee. Mitchell told his grandmother that he had received a big promotion at HoffmanStuart, which Colt explained was a big realtor in the county. “I’m doin’ ranch properties too now, Dad,” said Mitchell turning towards Drake. I’ve just closed on the Manning place and they’re real pleased.” They all thought this was marvellous. Tristan asked each of Kelsey and Dacey what their jobs were. Kelsey worked at HoffmanStuart too, but the precise nature was not disclosed. Dacey said he was a fabricator and fitter by trade but mostly worked on CAD computers now at Steelex, a machinery company. Tristan could detect that Colt’s oldest brother had taken a dislike to him and he didn’t quite know what to do. The topic of foxes and chickens turned to the one of hunting. “Do you like huntin’, Tristan?” Mitchell demanded. “Well, I’ve never actually been hunting and I don’t think I would enjoy killing things…of course there isn’t much hunting in Wimbledon,” he finished with a weak smile. “But you enjoy, eatin’, don’t ya?” said Mitchell, indicating the plate of turkey meat. “Yes, I’m not a vegetarian or anything. I just don’t think I’d like to shoot things for fun.” “But foxes and rabbits and wild dogs are pests.” “Oh yes, they should be culled, but I just wouldn’t do it for fun– you know, as a sport.” There was a slight sneer. “Beau don’t hunt neither.” The implication was clear to Tristan. “Yes, I’m gay, Mitch, you know that. I don’t see what that has to do with guns?” “Mitchell!” cried, Clarice, “Tristan is our guest. There’s no call for that. I don’t hold with guns neither.” Just then, Aunt Livvy chose to speak. “That was a dreadful shootin’ in that sports stadium the other week and did you hear about that little boy down in Hebbron?” Of course everybody knew. An eighteen year-old boy had taken two high powered rifles and shot up patrons at a Christian music festival, killing his former girlfriend who was pregnant and two other young people. More had been injured. He then tuned a rifle on himself, but somehow had not died. The second was bizarre: a three year old had taken his mother’s handgun from her purse while she was looking for the keys to her trailer and fatally shot her. The newspapers implied that the African-American woman was a junkie. The hares of the gun debate had now been let to run and Tristan, having a good idea of the pointless nature of such conversations in the United States, made to leave the table, until Colton put a hand on him to remain. “Gun crime is no worse in Texas than it is in a whole lot of other places,” isn’t that a fact, Tristan?” demanded Mitchell. “It’s the pissweak liberal media who is spreadin’ lies.” Tristan was prepared. “I believe the figure is more than twelve deaths per thousand in all the USA. Texas is about average, I believe. In the UK it is 0.02 per thousand, or something.” There was silence for a minute “Well, there are knife deaths in Britain. In London there were a whole bunch of deaths caused by Muslim terrorists.” “Yes, there was.” “Well, that boy in the gym was sick in he head and shouldn’t have been allowed to have his daddy’s guns. Was his daddy’s fault for not lockin’ ’em up proper. Same goes for the woman.” “Weren’t they his guns? Didn’t I read that they were legal?” Aunt Livvy backed up this assertion. “I never carry a gun in my bag,” said Kelsey, although some do, even t’church. But it is our right, Tristan. We have a right to protect ourselves from crazies” “It is our last bastion against the government,” said Mitchell. “It’s in our Constitution. Have you ever read it Tristan? Do you have a Constitution in your country?” “I have read it, Kelsey and, yes, we have an unwritten one.” Kelsey snorted at the obvious unsatisfactory nature of such an arrangement. “Perhaps you need to change yours if you find it’s not working.” “Our forefathers were wise men, Tristan”, she explained patiently, as if addressing an imbecile. “Godly men who followed our Lord. They prayed over that Constitution when they wrote it and vouchsafed it to us today. It mustn’t be changed on some whim. It’s almost God’s word. It’s part of the greatness of our country that we protect the family unit first, even if there are so many in today’s society who are not in favour of families and others who do bad things with guns. It is the criminals who are to blame, not the guns.” Tristan was trying to keep calm and knew that Kelsey had almost certainly never read the Constitution or the Bill of Rights. However, he called her out on one point. “You said they were godly men. I say they were not–even if I concede they were good men, on which I have a few doubts. Of the seventeen signers of the Declaration of Independence, only John Jay could be said to be an orthodox Christian. Most were atheists, like Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin. Some, like Washington, believed vaguely in a universal spirit, but did not believe in Jesus’ divinity. They were `deists’ I think is the word. They were men of the Enlightenment. Science was their god. “Well, I can only say you are one hundred percent wrong, Tristan!” said Kelsey, huffily and whose own armoury was now obviously depleted. “Now now,” said Drake, commanding attention. “I like a good argument and I admire your guts speakin’ up in a house full of strangers, Tristan. Kelsey, I think he’s given you a history lesson. Better check the facts with Pastor Ellsworth before you go shootin’ y’mouth off to a smart college boy.” “Dad!” objected Mitchell. “I say keep a rifle for huntin’ rabbits and keep it locked up good; you don’t need no mil-i-tary weapons to use ‘gainst y’neighbours.” Clarice steered the conversation into he safer and bountiful waters of `neighbours’ and the rest of the meal passed more quietly, except for the children who were growing restless and were looking forward to the evening’s bonfire. Everybody helped clean up. Tristan put on rubber gloves and wiped Miss Lillian’s vinyl chair. She had been incontinent. Clarice thanked him quietly for not making a fuss. Lillian, herself, was collected by the kindly neighbour and said her farewells from the back of the truck where she was placed like a sow from market, but remained cheerful through the indignity. It was dark early and the neighbours and their children began to arrive at the farm for the bonfire. The gravel drive was lined with old trucks and aging station wagons. The pyre had been constructed in a field that had been cropped short by the cattle and so there was little chance of a disaster. With some difficulty and lots of unasked for advice, the boys set it ablaze. Gradually the people gathered around, sitting on what ever they could find or just lying on rugs on the ground. The beer was brought out and the women produced more food, although few felt like eating. The children ran around, but were kept safe. Mitchell came up to Tristan. “I’m sorry for getting all het up, Tristan. I had no right.” “That’s all right. I’m sorry for making it two. I’ve had discussions like that many times since coming here. It’s a different world.” There was some sort of rapprochement. “You like having my little bro for a roommate?” “Yeah, he’s great.” “He still jerk off all the time?” “Yeah and he farts something awful too.” They laughed. “We’re powerful proud o’ him you know. Smartest one out of us all, though he don’t always show it.” “Yeah, I’ve come to realise that.” “Hey, do you want to come to church with us on Sunday? It’s a visiting preacher from L.A. and he’s got a real hot wife–oh, sorry.” “Thank you for the offer, Mitch, but I don’t think so. I’m just a lost cause,” Tristan said with a half-laugh. “Hey man, no one is ever lost,” he said, just as the twins ran up to claim him. He was replaced by Dacey. “Can I ask you a favour, Tristan?” “Sure, if I can help.” “I need to get away from here. I can’t put up with Sheree no more. Colty said that your pa worked in shale oil. Do you reckon he could tell me where to look for a job an’ who to ask? I don’t mean to get me a job; I reckon I can do that on my own, but give me guidance and a few tips–maybe put in a word, but no favours like. If I could go out west to Odessa or somewheres I could start again. I’m through with here.” “We’re only barely talking–or emailing–but I’m planning on working on it, so yeah, I’d be proud to do that. Email me your details.” They exchanged information on their phones. “Thanks, Tris. My brother is plum lucky to have picked y’all as his roomy. “He didn’t…” but Dacey was pulled away by the children who wanted to do something dangerous and needed his help and Tristan let out a laugh. Mrs Garvey came up to Tristan next, handing him a glass of whiskey. “You did well at dinner today, boy.” “I’m not so sure, Mrs Garvey. I did not behave like a proper guest.” “Non-sence. That grandson of mine thinks that his shit don’t smell now that he’s climbin’ the greasy pole of real estate. Kelsey’s full o’herself too. “Now, I knows you got a thang for my other grandson. Now, don’t bother to deny it. I can see it in the way you look at him. Don’t blame y’none neither. He’s a fine boy.” Tristan `fessed up’. “I’ve fallen for him rather hard, Mrs Garvey. Please don’t tell him or any of the others. It’s torture living with him but, at the same time, I’ve never been happier. I lost my own grandmother just recently and my parents have divorced and gone their own way, so Colt sort of came along out of the blue when I was ready, although I didn’t know it.” “Colty told me a little. Sorry to hear that. Families is funny things.” “He doesn’t look at me in the same way, does he?” “Can’t rightly tell. I’m sure he cares for you though. It’s in his nature. He’s softer inside than his brothers. Takes after his grandfather, I always reckon. He was fine man. And handsome! Almost as handsome as Colty. Don’t know what he saw in me; maybe ’cause I’d put out when the other girls wouldn’t?” She laughed and Tristan, when he had recovered, laughed too. The sky was black now, but above the rising myriad of oranges and yellows of the fire, when the smoke was just wisps, the everlasting stars shone in all their glory. It was a breathtaking sight and one that Tristan was not used to, his `being raised on concrete’. Colt came up to him and put his arm around his shoulder. “They’s somethin’.” “Yeah, the stars are certainly bigger and brighter than at home.” Suddenly Colton began to sing in his wonderful tenor: The stars at night is big and bright Deep in the heart o’Texas Some people nearby gave a triple clap. The prairie sky is wide an’ high Deep in the heart o’Texas. Tristan clapped with others who also began to sing The sage in bloom is like perfume Deep in the heart o’Texas. There was now general clapping and soon everybody, men and women, was singing lustily around the fire. The song came to its final clap and there was a whoop of joy. Tristan was beside himself with laughter. “Oh my god! It was like stepping onto the set of a Rodgers and Hammerstein musical. That was so hokey! “Hey! That was the wrong state.” He grabbed the hysterical Tristan around the neck and gave him a noogie. “Rather be a fence post in Texas than king o’ Oklahoma.” *** Please look for the next chapter. Henry would love to receive feedback and will endeavour to reply. Please email ail and put Tristan in the subject line.

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Subject: Rooming with my Best Friend Spring Chapter 35 ****************** Warning: The usual disclaimers apply here. If you don’t like any of the following, leave now: gay sex, vulgar or harsh language or underage wherever you are reading this. Please leave now!! This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or deceased. Please do not copy without my consent. ******************* Corey and I arrived late at my house on Friday. We were late because of waiting for Corey to get off work. On the drive there, we had our plan in place for the summer. There waiting on us was Mom though she looked like she had been asleep in her chair. She greeted both of us with a kiss and hug. As always it was easy to see how happy she was to see me. The only thing she wasn’t happy with was seeing two giant loads of laundry we carted inside to be done along with clothes I didn’t need any longer. After a brief conversation, she was off to her bedroom for the night. Corey and I watched a little TV snuggled up together before we headed to my room. We woke at nearly the same time the next morning with me still in Corey’s strong arms. We showered together before making our first appearance to Mom. I offered to make Corey and I something to eat but she would have none of it. She was ready and willing to cook a late hardy breakfast for us. She had waited herself to have the pleasure of eating with us. “Mom, I need some clarity on something,” I stated between bites. “Sure hun, what is it?” Mom said. “Well…” I glanced over at Corey. “Do you think it would be fine if Corey came here every other weekend this summer?” Mom finished her bite along with taking a drink of juice. “Matt, first let me get something straight before I agree.” “Okay.” “I think I know the answer to this but are you two sexually involved in this relationship?” My eyes moved to the ceiling. Corey had a weird look on his face. “Mom, yes we are. I’m nineteen years old.” “Okay then. Do you both drink?” I wasn’t prepared for this badgering. “We do but not often. Corey’s mom has a history of it as well as I found out so does Dad.” Mom smiled, “That’s what I thought. I’m proud that you didn’t beat around the bush and showed some maturity answering about adult things. I don’t see any reason why two adults can’t be together this summer when they want and do whatever they feel like in private. I can see I sent you off as a teen and had you return as an adult.” “Mom, thanks! I’m still do stupid teen stuff but yes I think I have grown up. Being out and away from home does force you do that.” “Yeah, it really does. Either grow up a little or you won’t be long in college. They have a way of weeding people out that aren’t ready,” Corey stated. “They do. So is your sex life great?” Mom asked. I nervously chuckled, “Mom… do you really wanna know the answer to that?” Mom laughed, “On second thought, you’re so right. That’s none of my business. I do see two very handsome young men who seem so in love and perfect for each other. Matt, you’ve done really well in picking a boyfriend. I was so afraid you’d come home with a real freak or some guy I couldn’t stand to be around. Corey is a real jewel and very good looking to boot.” “Ma’am, I’m the lucky one to have found Matt…” “We found each other,” I said. Once we finished eating, Corey and I went to the living room to chill. “Matt that was weird having your mom ask us about our sex life.” “You’re telling me. It was really uncomfortable,” I stated. “You did so awesome. Each answer was so perfect.” “Thanks! I was caught off-guard a little,” I said. Our weekend at my house just flew by. We didn’t do a whole lot and stayed longer than usual. I suppose the worst part was not really spending quality time with Mom but she’d have all summer for that. It was past seven before we got back on campus. Kris had arrived only a half-hour before us. That night we caught up and found out what everyone had done. It seemed with Kris gone; everyone else took one last opportunity to go home before buckling down for the final run. Truth of the matter was we missed each other. Most of us stated how things changed with our friends. It seemed not being around them made you lose touch plus for some odd reason, after high school, people begin changing. Colt said he couldn’t stand to be around his old best friend now where they used to be together constantly. Kris was the same way and stated he was a little bored at his house though he did make it to a party but felt out of place. Monday was back to class with just a week and half left. In my class with Shawn, our professor stated we didn’t need to show up for the next scheduled class if we felt comfortable with the final. My lab however was intense and stressful with two labs remaining. They had saved the hardest two assignments until the end to really test us. Kris was gone when I got back to the room. I headed down the hall and ran into Stephan. He was leaving but turned around to invite me to the last big party. It sounded escort vip fun but I wasn’t so sure I was really up for it. I went and found Corey sitting in his room with Scott and Hayden. I had just seen Scott but was happy to see Hayden. “Wassup?” I asked entering. “Well, Hayden got a call today from his parents asking him if he had changed his mind and wanted to relent his statement. What a fucking crock of shit!” Scott said. “Do they really think you’ll change?” I asked. “I asked the same question,” Corey said. “They think since I’ve had time to think and pray about it I would change,” Hayden said. “I didn’t tell them this but I’m not changing. I’m gay and there’s nothing they can do about it other than accept the facts. They think they are so damn perfect. I have news from them; they are not. A perfect person would accept me for who I am. They said they don’t love me any more since I’m gay.” “That’s wacked! Parents should always love their children no matter what. It’s not like you’re a criminal or some druggie,” I said. “Tell that to them. I think they’d have a better time accepting me if I had killed someone or overdosed. Shit, my dad’s brother is a former Meth junkie but he’s still welcome with open arms. They say it is a disease yet want to push me out the fucking door because I like guys. I give up!” “Scott, is he still welcome at your house?” Corey asked. “One hundred percent welcome. He and I went home this past weekend. My parents loved him. He got a big dose of Trevor, too. Even my sister likes him…” “Does she have a clue yet what’s going on?” I asked. “I think so and is in that stage where boys are creepy and have cooties,” Scott laughed. “She’s a real cutie though,” Hayden said. “That Trevor is something else. You’d think he’s the biggest cock whore there is.” “Trevor likes to talk big. I have my doubts about all his big talk, Hayden. If I know my old school, Trevor eats alone or with other weird fucking kids and gets picked on constantly,” Scott said. We sat around talking until Kris came down to grab us to go eat. We had a full entourage for dinner. It was back to normal with the noise level high as ever. Once we returned, Kris was all about us going out and getting hammered all weekend before finals. When the talk came around to him and Liz, he laughed it off and doubted he’d see her before leaving. Tuesday was about the same in my classes other than a short quiz in history that I was prepared for thanks to reading up the night before. Kris didn’t move but afterwards said he was glad he had cracked a book even though the quiz was worth only 15 points. At the room, I was on the phone with Dad when Kris entered after his day. I took the initiative to call for one final meeting before the break. He agreed to Thursday which would offer him another opportunity to see Corey as well. He didn’t sound really pleased when I mentioned Corey’s name but agreed. Kris was down to his workout things and was tugging on my arm to go with him. I hung up the phone. “Kris, I don’t see the point now.” “I do. Got to have that summer body kicking,” Kris said. “Seriously? You’re cut as hell and still think you can improve.” “How about if I said maintenance work?” “How about if I said you’re addicted to it?” I shot back. “There are lots worse,” Kris stated. “Do you want me to name them? I’m going to shot some hoops and horse around. Come on Matt for me.” “Alright, I guess I chase down a few balls,” I said. “You’re lucky I don’t have anything better to do.” We headed out with Colt, Alex and Bryson for our workout. They shot around while I did chase down a few balls and heaved them to the basket in the worst form. “Matt, stop it before you embarrass us,” Kris said. “I get the point you suck at basketball.” “I thought I could start and improve like I did softball for next year’s team,” I said but was really joking. The four stood and looked at me. “You did improve in softball. First we need to work on the gayest form I’ve ever seen,” Bryson said. “Guys, I was just joking,” I laughed. They started laughing with me and at me. Colt gave us a hearty laugh trying to mock my shot. I did have to laugh to keep from being humiliated by my futile attempts. We did some cardio before calling it a day. Heading out, Alex commented, “I’m really gonna miss this place.” “You aren’t the only one,” Kris said. “My parents will not be happy paying for a gym membership this summer.” “You’ll survive if you don’t find a gym,” I said. We headed back to the room. I finished my last paper in short time and read over one Kris had prepared. It took a while to correct his mistakes and not make it sound like my writing since it was one for our history class. I studied more in advance of my finals while Kris kicked back and had a dip in his mouth to relax and actually getting on Facebook. Kris was doing the reporting on our various friends and continually calling me over to see this picture and that picture. Finally, studying was useless with his new found escort rus amazement. “Matt, we’ve done alright I’d say. I mean did you see how many of our old friends look like they surpassed the freshman fifteen,” Kris stated. “We’ve done very well if you ask me. We’ve found a whole new set of friends that we like being around but I figure you could do that at a funeral. Kris, thanks for one hell of a year!” “Ah Matt, I knew you had it in ya. Ya just needed that push…” “Like you needed a push to bring out your smarts,” I stated. Kris laughed. “That’s where you’re so fucking ace. Say I’d roomed with anyone else I’d be close to Jess’s spot. I doubt I’d get that insane and desperate.” “I do have another thing to thank you for…” “What?” “My body. This summer I’ll be proud to go shirtless whereas before I was just so skinny. I actually have a little meat on my bones…” “And a cute little six pack too. Yeah, we all can take pride in that and why I keep going to the Rec Center like I do. So don’t ask why I go again. I use it for stress relief.” “Keep telling yourself that,” I laughed. “I do,” Kris laughed along with me. I was in the room alone later and waited to see Corey. He was a little later than normal when he entered. I smiled and greeted him with my normal kiss. Instantly I could sense Corey wasn’t in a jovial mood. We sat on my bed and caught up with the TV playing in the background. I tried to get him in a better mood but nothing worked. Corey stood, “Matt, I’ll just head off. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be more playful.” “Alright then. See ya,” I said but did kiss him before he left. I was reading in bed when Kris came in the door. He took off his things and jumped into bed. “I don’t know what you did to Corey…” “I didn’t do a thing,” I stated and put my book aside. “He came in and wasn’t in the best mood.” “Are you serious? He came down to Colt’s and was the life of the room.” “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, I just knew you’d fucked him good or something. He was laughing and really enjoying it. You’re serious? He was in a bad mood around you?” “Yeah, I suppose he wanted away from me for a little time.” “I won’t worry about it. He’s like that sometimes when you two aren’t together,” Kris said. Wednesday, I waited and walked out of the dorm with Corey to head to our first class together. Corey was dressed rather nice for the day with a nice polo and shorts. His hair was spiked and looking great as usual. “I heard you had a good time down at Colt’s room after you left last night.” “I did,” he stated. “Is that problem?” “No but you were so moody around me…” “Colt was in there cutting jokes about this and that and got me to laughing. I really was in a bad mood after I did my duty to see you.” “Duty?” I looked at him. “Corey, if you don’t feel like seeing me, then don’t waste your time. We really don’t have to see each other every day.” “And if I don’t, you’ll be all over my ass,” he shot back. “From now, just don’t stop by and go on. I’ll live.” “Just like you do every day. You see them so much whereas I cherish the time around them.” “Okay,” I said as we entered the building. After our class, we said goodbye to each other and separated. I finished my other classes and found something to eat with Kris, Colt and a friend from their class. Kris and I walked back to the dorm with Colt. We sat around doing little of nothing. I looked over while playing on my computer to see Kris asleep in his bed and Colt snoring away in mine. That night was about the same except Corey did come to the room to be a part of us after getting off work. We did sit together out of habit with very little said between us. He did sneak a kiss in before he left for the night. Thursday, I didn’t get to see Corey since he was gone with the guys golfing again. I never mentioned to him about going to see my dad and didn’t want to bother him with that. Arriving at our usual place, Dad quickly asked, “Where’s Corey?” “He was busy plus this will be our last time together before the summer. I figured we’d make the most of it,” I said. “Matt, is there a problem brewing?” “I don’t think so. We need a break from each other every now and then.” “Yeah, you do,” Dad said. We sat at the table and had a really nice discussion. Dad caught me up on what he was doing which was trying to hold down his job along with finding a nice place to live. He mentioned he had seen his ex, Gloria, and was trying to make amends if it was possible. I gave him the low down on school and told him about playing softball with the guys. He laughed at that idea and remembered my previous experience in Little League. I laughed as well but said thanks to a little good coaching I wasn’t exactly awful. Ending our meal, we agreed to stay in touch over the summer and continue our regular meetings in the fall. He said he was disappointed a little in not being able to meet all my new friends. I said one day I’d bring them along so he could get to know them. Coming back, I noticed Corey wasn’t escort elit in the room with the rest. I went down and found him at his desk studying. “Hey Matt, where have you been?” “I went to eat with Dad,” I replied. “That’s great. Tomorrow night, you and I are heading out with the guys. Is that okay with you?” “I guess.” “Awesome. Matt, I can see you’re pissed at me but don’t be. I needed some time with those guys before the summer got here. We’ve made our plans to be together so I figured I’d squeeze in a few moments with them.” “I understand. I do see them every day practically whereas you see them in small doses when you’re not with me.” “Matt, I love you way too much,” Corey said and kissed me. “I love you too. Do I need to go so you can finish?” “I wish I could say no but I need to. I wanna make you proud and do well this semester. So far, I’m doing alright with all A’s & B’s with one C in sociology but I working on that to see if I can’t bring that up.” I smiled, “Alright then I let you continue.” “I’m serious. I want you to be proud of me,” Corey said. “This weekend we can be together all we want.” I headed off and found Kris watching TV with Colt, Alex and Brennan. Once the guys were gone, Kris and I had a brief talk before turning out the light. I rolled over with Kris already sleep. The next thing I knew was Kris’s hand on my shoulder and the room lit brightly. He leaned over for a hot kiss. I pulled him down and made out like crazy with him. Our hands were all over each other when the door opened. Corey and Colt walked in holding hands and jumped on Kris’s bed. They got naked and started making out. “Kris is a great lover,” Colt said. “Better than any girl I’ve ever had.” “Corey is a hot fuck. Colt, fuck him good while I fuck Kris.” “I hope he does,” Corey said. I felt Kris now between my legs and licking my cock. I looked down and swore my cock was a foot long. Kris opened his mouth and licked the head of my cock. “Matt, your cock is the best,” Kris stated. I pulled him for a kiss and saw Corey sucking Colt’s cock. Corey smiled at me with his mouth filled. Kris moved back down and sucked my cock down to the base. I moaned and pushed down on his head to see Colt doing the same thing to Corey. I looked around and saw Brennan, Bryson, Garrett and Scott standing at the foot of our bed naked and watching. “Kris, what are they doing here?” I asked. Kris stopped. “I told them to come watch the best sex ever.” “Okay then,” I said. “I’ll give them a great show.” I moved down and felt Kris’s short cock in my mouth. It really seemed very short and easy to take in my mouth. I glanced over to see Colt sucking Corey’s cock. Corey’s thick cock was stretching Colt’s mouth. I moved up and down on Kris’s cock until he pulled me up. “Matt I want your foot long dick in me.” “Okay but I have to eat your ass out first.” Kris got on his knees with his shirt and socks still on. He stuck out his muscular ass. I looked down and swore his ass looked like a pussy. I stuck out my tongue and started licking his ass lips. Kris was moaning and groaning. “Matt, I have to tape this and show it Mom and Dad.” “Okay,” I said. Kris turned his head, “Scott, are you getting this?” “Every second of it,” Scott said. “It’ll be so hot. I’ll wanna show it to everyone,” I said. I moved back down and kept licking his hot pussy like ass. “Matt, I’m ready,” Kris said. “I’m so ready for this, Kris. Every time I fuck Corey I wish it was you,” I said. “That’s awesome Matt,” Corey said. “This summer we can fuck each other all the time.” “You beat we can,” I said. Brennan or someone handed me some lube. I applied it on and got behind Kris. I stuck my cock all the way in. WHAM! I woke up and sit straight up in bed in a sweat. I looked around the room and saw it was dark with Kris on his side with very little cover. I reached down and felt my cock hard and dripping only to realize I was dreaming or worse having a nightmare. I looked to see it 3:45 in the morning and did my business with the dream fresh in my head. I shot the biggest load ever with the dream fresh in my mind. It covered my stomach with a nice shot up to my chin. I wiped off the sticky mess and easily rolled over to go back to sleep knowing it was only a dream or a strange fantasy. TO BE CONTINUED… Thank you so very much for reading Chapter 35. The SPRING SERIES is about to end with only one more chapters remaining. There will be more after the Spring with such demand for it. I’ll do my best to continue but can always use your pranks or funny things that occurred. I want to thank those who emailed in the past no matter how short or how long. I’m still getting new emailers daily. I appreciate each and every one as I continue to hear from new readers all the time. You can email me with comments/critiques/suggestions at wasputz2525@yahoo. Please sure to put “Rooming” in the subject line so I will not think it is spam. I do have a noncommercial website: ies. 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Note to reader: This story is short and 100% true. I have changed the names to protect anonymity.

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My name is Scott. I am a former aerospace engineer now middle school teacher in southern California. I lost my engineering job in 1990 along with several million other aerospace workers when the Congress reduced military spending. For years following my layoff, it was difficult finding engineering work anywhere in SoCal. I was living off unemployment and taking odd jobs in construction. In ’95, a friend of mine suggested I should try teaching, because as an engineer, I am always teaching, and if you ask me what time it is, I’ll tell you how to build a clock. It all starts with a spring…

In 2006, the frustration of teaching kids who did not want to learn was wearing me out, and when an opportunity to return to the business world came knocking, I answered. For two-years I traveled the U.S. living out of a suitcase as a consultant to construction companies. I was in 48 different cities over a 24-month period. The Johnny Cash song I’ve Been Everywhere was my theme for those two years. Having never traveled much before, I looked upon my new job as an adventure. I can tell you about being in 40 degrees below zero in Canada where the job site porta-potty has an electric heater to keep your ass from sticking to the seat. Or, when you go to the Rock-N-Roll hall of fame in Cleveland, if you’ve seen one Fender Stratocaster, you’ve seen them all. This story is about the three-weeks I spent in Atlanta on a job site.

Late spring and early summer in Georgia are tolerable. The days are not too humid, and the nights are warm compared to other parts of the country where winter’s grip still causes trouble. I was staying at a hotel much like the others. It was a nice, convenient, and clean hotel.

During my Atlanta job, the hotel I stayed in was close to the airport and flight crews would bunk there when away from their homes. It seemed like every time I went downstairs, I would see the flight crews coming or going. One evening, I was sitting at the hotel bar, nursing a beer when a beautiful, statuesque blonde sat nearby. I had seen her a few times before and thought she was gorgeous, but I would never have a chance with someone like her. She appeared to be in her early 40s, and although she showed the normal signs of aging, I thought she was still gorgeous. Now, I’m not the guy that women gravitate toward. I have average looks, I am 6-feet 5-inches tall, of Scandinavian descent so my hair is blonde, I have wide shoulders and narrow hips. Yet this woman would not stop staring at me. I asked the bartender if she knew the woman. The bartender said the woman was a flight attendant. They hate the word stewardess and said she stopped over frequently.

I asked the bartender: “Would you do me the favor of asking her if she would like company?”

I am shy because I never learned how to be a player and mostly struck out with women. I watched the bartender speak with the woman and she raised her glass as a signal to walk over to where she was sitting. I stood next to her and introduced myself.

“Hi, my name is Scott. I’m here on business and thought perhaps you might like company. Are you waiting for someone or may I join you?”

She shook my hand and said: “Nice to meet you Scott, I’m Julie. Please sit down.”

Over the course of the next 30-minutes we chatted about the typical things like: Where do you live, how often are you here, and so on. My stomach growled, and I asked Julie if she wanted to have dinner with me. She said yes, and we made our way to the hotel dining room. The food was not exceptional nor was it poor. It was the typical hotel food. We enjoyed ourselves throughout the meal. Julie is an interesting woman. She too was a former teacher, and now flight attendant. She lives in Virginia and has grown children like I do. Julie likes her job and enjoys meeting new people. We talked about her training to be a flight attendant and my engineering career. I thought we hit it off and took a chance. When dinner was over, I asked if she would like to cruise around the city to see the sights with me.

I asked: “It’s still early and I am kind of bored. Would you like to go sightseeing with me? I hear they really call Atlanta Hot-lanta.”

“I’d love too. When I stay here, I usually go to my room to read or surf the Internet. Where are you parked?”

Julie and I drove through the downtown area of Atlanta. There was a Braves game at the ballpark when we drove by. We toured around and I made mental notes of places to stop the next time she returned. After about an hour of driving, we headed back to the hotel. When we arrived, we walked to the elevators and pushed the button to our floors. While waiting for the elevator to arrive, we exchanged numbers. My floor was below hers and when the door opened, she leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Scott for a nice evening. I so rarely get to do anything like this.”

“It was my pleasure ankara escort Julie. I hope to see you on your next visit here.”

The elevator door closed, and I stood alone.

Two-days later, there was a text from Julie on my phone. Working construction with the loud noises at the job site prevented me from hearing the notification tone. When I got into my car, I checked and saw her message.

“Hi Scott, I’ll be in Atlanta this afternoon. Are you still there?”

I returned her text: “Yes still here. May I see you this evening?”

Julie did not answer right away because she was airborne and could not use her phone. When she turned it on at the airport, she responded to my text.

“I would love to see you. Meet me at the bar around 7:00-ish. I should be ready to see you then.”

HOT DAMN! I had a date with Julie. When 7:00 O’clock came, I was sitting at the bar nursing a cola. I’m the world’s original lightweight drinker. Two beers and I’m tipsy, so I abstained. I was watching the Braves play baseball on TV when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Julie was standing next to me and when I turned to face her, my mouth was open in amazement. She was wearing a coral, floral print sundress with amazing cleavage, modest heels, and her make-up was perfect. The light red shade of lipstick made her luscious lips look so kissable.

“Wow Julie! This sure beat that uniform you wear.”

“Thank you, Scott, you clean up nicely too. What plans have you for us?”

“First, I thought we might go get a nice steak. I imagine you are like me, tired of hotel food.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice.”

“Then, afterward we could go to one of the hot spots in town. Are you up for it?”

Julie and I walked to my car and headed to one of Atlanta’s oldest and best reviewed steakhouses. She ordered prime rib, and I had the ribeye. Both were so tender you could cut them with a fork. I should have ordered the petite steak because when my order arrived, the ribeye was as big as a saddle blanket. The meat hung over the edge of the plate and the flavor was addictive. I couldn’t stop eating. Julie’s prime rib was scrumptious too. We both felt like the only thing missing from the restaurant was two cots to nap on.

Earlier in the day I surfed the Internet and found a nightclub that caters to older adults. The music was not as loud or electronic like what the kids today hear in clubs. The songs were romantic slow dancing old standards mixed with a few upbeat songs from the 80s. Julie and I danced the slow songs and sat out the fast ones. During one Frank Sinatra song we were dancing too, she looked up at me and those beautiful deep blue eyes cast a spell to my heart. I took a chance and kissed her lips. It was a gentle kiss. The kiss that lingers for a moment and sends chills down your spine.

Both of us faded out around midnight and we left the club for our hotel. In my rental car on the way back, Julie reached over and took my hand in hers. She smiled at me as I drove.

“Scott, I’ve had a wonderful night and I don’t want it to end so soon. Will you let me stay in your room tonight?”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Here I am driving along the interstate toward a hotel, 2,500 miles from home, with a stunning blonde woman who wants to share my bed with me. What could I say?

“Are you sure Julie? We’ve only known each other for two nights. I mean, yes, I would love to have you in my arms. You can stay the night with me.”

I opened the door of the car for her and helped her stand. Her arms went around me again and she pressed her pelvis to mine. Big Jim and the twins were at full attention. Julie moaned in my chest when she felt my hardness pressing into her. We kissed for two moments and then headed for the hotel lobby. We rode the elevator to her floor so she could get some overnight things. However, when she opened the door to her room and stepped inside, she said:

“I can’t wait for your room. You’re spending the night with me here.”

She held me tightly, and we kissed. My hands went to her back and hers to mine. Our tongues danced and our hands roamed each other’s bodies. Her hands went to my crotch and felt the length of my hardness. Although I am not huge or have big girth, she looked at me and said a line from a Mae West movie:

“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

My hands found their way to her breasts. She was braless and her nipples were erect through the thin material of her sundress. A few more moments of kissing and fondling were in order. Then, I moved my hands from her breasts to find the zipper of her dress. Looking into her eyes, I pulled the zipper down slowly. Deliberately I stalled the progress of the zipper while searching for emotion in her eyes. Once the zipper was down, I moved my hands to her shoulders to pull the dress downward. Julie let her arms dangle as the material fell gently to the floor in a heap at her feet. It surprised me to see that the ulus escort only thing she had on were her heels.

I reached down to pick Julie up in my arms and carried her to the bed. She held onto my neck and smiled as we walked. Using my knee to steady myself, I lowered her to the mattress. When she was down safely, I moved toward her to kiss. Our mouths were hungry for one another. Her teeth gently bit my lower lip. Her mouth sucked my tongue. I broke the kiss and kissed her face, neck, and chest. Looking at her through my lustful eyes, I assaulted her nipples.

Julie has breasts that fit her physique perfectly. She has what I estimated to be size “B” to perhaps “C” cup. The universal constants of time and gravity have been kind to her. The older we get; the more things sag. With each lick of my broad tongue against her areola and nipples, I could feel her inhale. Using my upper teeth, I trapped her extended nipple between my teeth and tongue. The sharpness and softness made her moan. My dick was painful in my underwear, so I stood up and removed my clothing.

Her eyes were watching my fingers as I unbuttoned my dress shirt. I let it fall to the floor behind me as I stood bedside. Next, I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and let it fall behind me too. As my hands undid my leather belt, Julie rolled toward me and put her hand on my stiff rod. I unfastened the clasp t my beltline while she had her hands on my zipper. She looked up at me with lust in her eyes as she lowered the zipper and pulled my trousers down past my knees. Using my sock covered feet, I held the hem of the pants legs down to the floor while removing each leg from their holes. Julie could see the bulge of my 7-inch cock straining at the front of my boxer briefs. Her fingernails dug behind the elastic waistband and pulled it outward and down. The back went below my buttocks and the front stopped at the juncture of my dick and abdomen. She moved her hands toward the front and pulled downward on the waistband. When she did, my cock went south, and when the waist band cleared the tip of my cock, it sprung back into the erect position. Julie jumped and smiled at the bouncing man flesh before her eyes.

Delicate warm hands grabbed my manhood and stroked me softly. Her touch was like velvet along my shaft. Soon, she was gripping me tightly and stretching the skin of the shaft without the friction of her hand rubbing along my flesh. Her mouth was opening, and she adjusted her position to sit upright with me standing between her legs. I watched with amazement as she put her mouth over my cock. Her tongue licked the underside of my glans for a few seconds, and without warning she plunged my cock all the way down her throat.

Her hands followed her lips as she bobbed up and down on my cock. She would rotate her hands as she took me into and out of her throat. My eyes rolled back into their sockets as I felt the urge to cum rise in my loins. Not wanting to cum yet, I stepped back and helped her move horizontal with my body between legs. I placed my head between her thighs and looked up at her across the landscape of her abdomen. My vision was through two mounds of flesh making a narrow canyon between them. She smiled as I lowered my face to her vulva.

Again, with broad strokes of my tongue, I lapped at her wet entrance. She tasted sweeter than any woman I had before. Women taste differently. Some are sweet and others are sour-like. Julie was sweet. I wish I could have bottled her juices for refreshment later. It was not long before she grabbed my hair and directed me toward her clit. My tongue lavished her labia and when my mouth found her clit, I plunged a finger inside her love tunnel to feel for the rough patch on the ceiling on her G-spot. I sucked and rubbed my finger at the same time. With the first stroke of my fingers and vacuum on her clit, Julie raised her hips to my face. She had the hang-time NFL punters only dreamed about.

I moved my left hand under her ass cheeks for support while my tongue assaulted her love button. Like I did with her nipples, I used my teeth and tongue to pleasure her. Julie’s pussy juices were now dripping freely from her. They were running down my chin to my neck and chest hair. As her climax approached, her hips thrust uncontrollably. My head struggled to maintain a mouth lock on her clit. Not being able to maintain contact, I lifted off her clit and rapidly pounded her pussy with my finger. While I slipped another finger inside her, my thumb took over where my tongue left off. It did not take long for her to make climax noises. She talked in tongues.

“Oh, gaw, fuh, fuh, fuh, I’m cum -mm- ing!”

Her thighs trembled as her hands gripped the sheets below her. I could see her abdominal muscles tense up as the wave of ecstasy washed over her body. Her face was red, and she had stopped breathing while bearing down on her climax. My fingers and thumb continued to hammer away as she climbed the mountain. At the top, she let eryaman escort out a long ahh sound and then collapsed onto the mattress breathing heavily. The sudden rush of air into her lungs was audible as she gasped for her breath.

Having satisfied her before my pleasure, I smiled at her while still prone on my chest between her legs. I removed my fingers and gently kissed and licked her pussy. With each crossing of her clit with my tongue, she would lurch upward and inhale deeply, until she told me to stop because she was too sensitive. I watched her breathing return to normal and the beads of sweat on her forehead were like a crown of diamonds.

Wiping my face on the sheet, I moved forward and placed the head of my cock at her clean-shaven entrance. The landing strip of pubic hair above made me smile. I thought it was fitting for a flight crew member to have such an adornment. My knees worked their way under her hamstrings and lifted them upward so my cock could get closer to her opening. With my arms behind her knees and hands on the mattress beside her, I adjusted my position so that my rigid pole was ready to enter her. She used her hand to align me with her entrance. The slipperiness of her pussy and the lubrication of the condom made entering her easy. She gasped as my girth slid inside her. She was tight.

Slowly, I moved in and out of her as her body somewhat doubled in half. When our pelvic regions joined, she could feel me against her cervix. As I reached the depth of her love tunnel, I moved my hips in a circular motion a few times, then retreated outward. It did not take long for Julie to tell me to fuck her harder. She wanted more of my cock.

“Fuck me Scott. Give me your cock deep. I want you to pound my pussy.”

Each sentence she uttered broke up by her breaths as my cock bottomed out against her. We fucked like this for several minutes. Then, I pulled out and told her to get on her knees. I love the from behind position because it makes my cock go even deeper. Leaning over close to her back, my long arms found her clit and rubbed it with the length of my fingers like a washboard. Julie talked in tongues again as she climaxed. Her grunting sent me over the edge too. My cock filled the reservoir tip and I could feel the excess sliding around inside the rubber. As I went flaccid, I pulled out, removed the condom, tied it off, set it on the floor next to the bed, and lay next to her. My left arm went under her shoulders and she rolled toward me with her tits on the side of my chest and her left leg over my right.

We basked in the afterglow of great sex until our bodies cooled down.

“Thank you,” I said as I kissed the top of her head as she lay in my arms.

“NO, thank YOU.” She said as her fingers wove themselves through my chest hair. “I’ve not had a good fuck in a long time. That was fantastic.”

“It’s all part of the complete package. There’s no extra charge for personalized service ma’am.”

“If you were a gigolo, I would gladly pay you for your services.”

I smiled and chuckled at her comment. Nobody had ever said that to me before. Nor, had I ever thought anyone would. I was proud to have pleased her so well.

Sliding out from under her, I sat upright and put my legs over the side of the bed. When I stood up, she said:

“Just where do you think you are going stud?”

I turned back toward her and said: “I will take a shower. Care to join me?”

Julie threw her body to the side of the bed and nearly leaped out toward me. I held my hand out for hers and we entered the bathroom together. While she put on a shower cap over her lovely blonde hair, I ran the water to warm it up. She stepped in first with me following close behind. I like the shower curtains many hotels have nowadays. The curved outward curtain rod and the magnets in the shower curtain gives much more room than a traditional straight shower rod.

Our hands roamed over each other’s body as we lathered and washed each other. The washing felt good as she lathered my body. In too short of time, we dried off. We walked naked back to the bed, and I put my clothes back on.

“STOP! You are not going anywhere tonight. I need you to hold me tonight. I want to feel your body next to mine. It’s been a very long time since I had a man in my bed, and I want you to refresh my memory.”

My dick was getting hard again as we pulled the covers over our bodies. My dick nestled between her butt cheeks as I wrapped my long arms around her. My hands were covering both of her tits when she reached over to turn out the bedside lamp. Sleep came fast.

It was almost noon when I awoke with my back to Julie and her body spooning with mine. Since my phone was in my pants on the floor, I did not know what time it was. But I remembered that it was Saturday, and I did not need to go to the job site over the weekend. Julie was breathing normally in her sleep. I did not want to move fearing I would wake her, and I am sure flying regularly is tiring enough without the added exercise we did the night before. I lay next to her for a few minutes when I felt her move her hand on my chest. I guess she did not know I was awake, and she was feeling my chest. Her movement was more than a subconscious REM sleep action. I moved my hand and placed it on top of hers and squeezed it gently.

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Chapter 1 – The First Encounter

When Tim first spied Lois it was in passing in one of the passageways of their winding office complex. As they passed each other they exchanged brief smiles as co-workers do and continued along their separate ways—although their minds immediately formed visions of the other.

Tim was an older and married man, who was beginning to show the signs of aging. Just a quick glance revealed that he once had a well-sculptured body with all the endowments any man could wish for. Barrel-chested, the rippled 6-pack of abs, the thick and strong neck, legs like a plow horse … and god knows what else—and at 57 he still looked good. His features had become age modified over the years and now revealed a bit of belly “Dunlop.” Upper arms that were once mountainously muscular now hung more visibly, and wrinkles seemed to crop up overnight.

Tim was educated, and many of his co-workers wondered why he had taken on such a meaningless position with this company. He would only reply that a couple of bad marriages, supporting too many children, and bad business undertakings plagued his life. Now, approaching his silver years, he was too old for the serious work force—although no one would ever say that—either to his face or behind his back. Tim could still do the mental and physical work of any three or four of his young buck co-workers.

Lois joined Dyno-mite as a bookkeeper and executive assistant a couple of months ago. Although but half Tim’s age, Lois also began to feel the aches of time. Married to the wrong man, divorced, abused, carrying a little more than the gym could work off her … although very friendly and sociable, she was alone in her very own and younger world. Notwithstanding, her personal assets compensated for any other shortcomings. She had long brown, silky hair; bright, full and beautiful teeth; eyes that had magnetic attraction; and a personality that never stopped. Even in her most agonizing of moments on the job, if any of her co-workers even ventured a smile at her, she would light up like a beacon and always have a captivating “Hello,” or other bright endearment in return.

As their paths crossed more and more, Lois’s bright smile and effervescent personality began to have an appealing effect on Tim. After a few weeks he found himself looking forward to their paths crossing … an occasional brush of their bodies, an innocent touch on the hand or shoulder, even the scent of her cologne, even the sweetness of her breath as she hoarsely whispered a “Hello.” He found himself fantasizing over her after she passed him by. Sometimes her blouse would show a little more of her upper endowments than she realized. He would try not to stare, but he so badly wanted to have his face buried between her breasts he could hardly stand it.

One afternoon Tim was standing at the coffee machine, waiting to savor a fresh cup of coffee, which he so enjoyed. The clip-clop of ladies’ heels was normal in the lunchroom so Tim paid no attention to who was entering. Just as he had finished the first sip of coffee, the heels stopped behind him. Suddenly, he felt a gentle stroke up the roundness of his buttocks and was startled to hear Lois’s soft voice throatily rasp out, “Nice ass for an old guy.” Tim was so startled all he could reply was, “Gee, thanks, glad someone likes it!” He wheeled away and went back to his desk, barely able to conceal the growing erection in his pants. He could hardly believe she would say something like that—let alone stroke his ass. She stood there amazed and embarrassed that she had actually touched his ass, and cursed herself, under her breath, for having been so gutsy; although she knew, deep inside her, that every man loves that kind of thing.

A couple of weeks passed between the lunchroom incident and their next encounter. Tim seemed to be avoiding her path and possibly another sensual confrontation with Lois. The company policy of fraternization was totally unforgiving, and Tim couldn’t risk anyone misconstruing his casual familiarity. While Lois seemed to be somewhat embarrassed at having taken such liberties with someone she had only said “Hello” to previously, deep down inside she tingled every time he smiled at her. Sometimes, when he was so close to her that she could savor the manly aroma of his aftershave, she would wiggle her bottom into her chair to calm her continually growing passion and the desire for Tim that had whelmed within her loins.

Suddenly it happened. It was late on a Friday afternoon, and most of the staff had already gone home. She was in a mad dash to leave too, coming into the hallway from the warehouse, while was going toward the warehouse with a crate of paperwork. As she opened the door it slammed into Tim’s hand, knocking the crate out of his arms and onto the floor. At first she thought the door had hit Tim in the head and she panicked.

Lois quickly closed the door lunged toward Tim to evaluate the damage. The crate had fallen to the floor intact, so no harm was done there. Tim was now emek escort leaning against the wall with his head resting on his hand and a half-cursing—half-smile on his face. Lois rushed over to him to turn his head to see if he was bleeding or needed anything. But just a step away from him, her heel caught on a corner of the crate and she went airborne towards Tim. He desperately reached out and caught her, just as she was about to slam face-first into the wall … and Tim.

Her momentum spun them both about, with Lois landing against the wall, standing spread-eagled, and Tim pressed tightly against her, just inches away from each others’ face—and their bodies pressed tightly together. In her lush throaty voice she gasped, “Sorry you were there and glad you were there at the same time.” He shook his head and whispered, “Yeah, me too.” Then, without any warning or invitation, he slowly lowered his face the remaining two or three inches down to her soft and pouty lips. Their lips, parched from the near-disaster, touched ever-so-lightly.

Tim’s eyes raised to her now dazed orbs and he whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.” Lois clasped her palms in the middle of Tim’s back and gently pulled him towards her and whispered back, “Then why don’t you finish what you started?”

Slowly Tim lowered his head back to the level of her lips and touched hers with his again. This time it was not ever-so-lightly, but firm and warm with passion.

Gingerly their lips parted, teasing each other’s lips with the tips of their tongues. Lois was now clutching tightly at Tim’s back, and through the thickness of their clothes she could feel his masculinity rising to the emotion. His hands slowly meandered the height and width of her buttocks and probed for more through the cloth of her short skirt. Lois slowly opened her mouth wider with her tongue inviting his in. Their tongues entwined like snakes writhing in a small sack; each seeking out the deepest depths of the other’s cavern.

After what seemed an eternity, their lips separated and they paused for a breath. Tim, remembered her comment in the lunchroom and queried her, “Not too shabby for an old guy, eh?” Lois gulped her breath and sensuously replied, “Do you do everything else as good as you kiss?”

Before Tim could reply someone shut the lights off, signaling the building was going to close. “Just a minute,” Tim yelled down the hall to whom ever had shut the lights out. He grabbed the crate back up and then snagged Lois’s arm to guide her out of the hallway and steady her while she recomposed her skirt and blouse. Neither said another word.

AT SOME POINT IN TIME

Chapter Two — The Temptation

The days past and Tim remained tacit towards Lois. Although she was somewhat disappointed, she still hoped she had excited Tim enough for him to take some additional interest in her. She knew in her heart, because he was married, it could only be a brief encounter, but she still wanted it … him … and if nothing more, just the once! She had never experienced a man such as Tim.

Tim knew she had excited him far beyond a friendly kiss and warm embrace. His craving for her femininity was fighting with his common sense and would jeopardize his job if they were ever caught together. He knew he would have to work very hard at Timing the situation, for the sake of both of their jobs—and his marriage too.

Almost a month of avoidance and lack of contact had passed by. Tim became confident that he substantially thwarted the possibility of any congress between them. Yet, sometimes, during quiet times at his desk he would sometimes hear her soft voice, and then at home he would sometimes lie in bed and still feel the heat of her mouth on his, the suppleness of her breasts against his chest and the thrusting of together of their pelvises. Remembering the experience of their sensations and the void of those feelings at home played havoc on Tim’s mind and his nerves.

It was a beautiful Saturday and Tim was enjoying the break in the winter weather by catching up on “honey-do” chores around the house. The phone rang inside and Tim’s wife picked up the phone in the kitchen. “Hello, Mrs. James. My name is Lois Ralston and I work with Tim at Dyna-mite. I’ve screwed up my computer in the middle of a big, rush job for work and I can’t get anybody to come out today. I was just wondering if Tim might be available to take a look at it. I’d be glad to pay for his time?” Stunned, Stella answered that Tim was mowing the lawn and that if she would leave her number she’d pass it on to Tim when he was done.

Tim had worked up a good sweat by the time he finished the lawn. Stella heard the lawnmower stop and gave him a few minutes to towel off. She grabbed a Coke out of the fridge and the slip of paper with Lois’s number on it. As she handed Tim the Coke, Stella said, “Lois from work called and left her number.” Tim panicked. He didn’t know what to say, so he just took keçiören escort a long swig of the Coke and turned around. Stella told him about Lois’s computer and then said, “She sounds so upset, and you need a break. Why don’t you take a nice shower and then see if you can get her thing working?” Tim had to do everything in his power not to spit up the Coke still in his mouth. “Get her thing working indeed!”

Tim gave Lois a call after his shower, and Lois gave Tim directions to her apartment on the other side of town. On the drive over, Tim wondered what was really going on with her? He knew she was putting in a lot of overtime and taking projects home on the weekends. She was a hard worker and a real go-getter. But, was just a ruse to get him alone? His thoughts went from here to there and back again. His cigarette almost burned his fingers as he partially daydreamed and this brought him back to reality.

As he pulled into the townhouse complex, he became aware that he was somewhat aroused by the growing lump in the crotch of his shorts. “Oh shit!” He flamed at himself, “What am I thinking about? Yeah, we had a brief encounter, but this gal called for help, that’s all!” He tried to convince himself. By the time Tim parked and walked up to Lois’s door, his manhood had quelled to normal and he could stand erect—without having his emotions show.

Lois answered the door on the first ring of the bell. Tim was quite surprised to see how she was dressed. His mind had run from the ridiculous to the sublime. Would she be in slippers and a robe? Hair askew…no makeup? Was she really so deeply engrossed in this home project? Would she be wearing something sheer and alluring trying to induce another encounter? Or, would she just be her tasteful-self, attractive but composed?

Yes, Lois was her composed self. Nice jeans at just the right tightness and length, set off by a golden tie-belt, with a man-tailored white shirt, tied just above the jeans; a pair of low-heeled strappy sandals on her feet—toe and finger nails polished. Yes, that was what Lois was all about. As she greeted Tim with a firm handshake, Tim’s eyes were immediately drawn to her magnificent cleavage, now accentuated in the man-tailored shirt, which was unbuttoned down to where it was tied. Just enough visible to know this was a real woman’s breasts … and they weren’t harnessed.

Lois led Tim to the dinning area where a computer niche was cluttered with folders and paperwork from the office project. She explained to him what happened with the computer, and for a couple of minutes Tim asked different questions and Lois answered all of the questions, ensuring this was a genuine computer glitch. “So,” thought Tim, “she really was working on a project, how stupid I was to have doubted her.”

Then Tim began to check out the computer, and she went into the kitchen and brought out sodas for both of them. After about 25 minutes Tim had found the problem and fixed it. Of course, he had brought along his computer goodie bag, and had just the right parts the machine needed. As Tim reassembled the computer and checked out his handy work, he noticed Lois was not in the room. Maybe she had gone to the bathroom?

“Everything’s OK now, Lois.” Tim called out. “You had a bared wire connected to the hard drive and it was grounding out. I replaced the wire, and checked out the hard drive, it’s just fine.”

From around the corner Tim heard Lois yell, “This is a Saturday and you came to fix my machine, can I give you something for your time?” Tim replied, “Of course not, that’s what friends are for.” Lois shot back, “Oh, are we friends again?” Tim retorted, “We were never not friends, I was just trying to keep it that way!”

With that Lois came around the corner in a satin baby-doll, propped one foot flat against the wall, affording Tim a full view of her leg—from toes to hips, and said, “Oh shit, I guess you won’t let me give you this for your time and efforts?”

AT SOME POINT IN TIME

Chapter 3 — The Congress

Tim stopped dead in his tracks. He surveyed her from head to toe and then from toe to head. He had to draw in every ounce of his strength not to become another male pig and start liking his lips or some other such childish action. She looked absolutely magnificent and utterly sensual in the blue satin baby doll. Her hair hung casually just below her shoulders looking wilder than Tim had ever seen her wear it. The spaghetti straps of the top were just long enough to keep the top from sliding down off her pendulous breasts and exposing her growing nipples. Which, by the way, were now protruding well over a half-inch out through the material. And those little heels gave her legs the greatest shape. She knew just what she was doing.

Below the scalloped edge of the top, Tim could see a scant one or two inches of skin and the shape of her belly button just above the drawstring and bow of her tap pant.

Now Lois changed legs, leaning gölbaşı escort on the one furthest from Tim, and pulling up the nearer leg in direct line with Tim’s eyes—giving him just the slightest glimpse of what lie hidden within the tap pant.

Tim rose and slowly inched toward Lois. Every second that passed seemed like minutes to Tim as he tried to absorb all of her beauty and sensuality at once. As he inched toward her she began to wiggle with excitement. She knew this union would only be a once in a lifetime happening and she was already so excited about having Tim near her she could barely wait. By the time Tim traveled the ten or so feet to Lois she was almost over the edge with anticipation. Her nipples had now extended to a full three-quarters of an inch, and her crotch was so wet with excitement her tap pant was soaked right through.

Tim grasped Lois by the shoulders and roughly pulled her away from the wall to him. The foot that balanced her against the wall immediately wrapped around Tim’s leg as their lips mashed together. Both Lois and Tim were already wet with the perspiration of sexual excitement and each could smell the aroma of each other’s love scents.

Somehow, without Tim’s’ noticing her action, Lois had released the drawstring of her pant. As she unwrapped her leg from around Tim’s leg the pan came sliding down to her knees. Tim’s hands had already slid under her top and were roughly, yet lovingly, kneading her full breasts. As his fingers encircled her nipples, she began to moan and writhe in excitement. Lois managed to get her top over her head and pressed breasts hard against Tim with a little shimmy-like wiggle.

Tim slid down to his knees and began kissing his way past her belly button and then to the well manicured patch of hair above and surrounding her love tunnel. Lois was so wild with passion she could only moan and groan for more, but Tim was not about to be rushed past the treat of enjoying every inch of Lois’s womanhood.

Lois was still flaunting her heels and could barely keep her balance as Tim’s tongue brushed through the hair and gently started to massage that little piece of flesh that would take her past passion, and into the farthest realms of ecstasy. She wanted so to feel his raw manhood in her mouth. To savor the musky fragrance of his manhood. And to finally become bathed in his hot love fluid. But Tim remained on his knees, making her a complete wildcat. Then just as she was about to flow over the edge of satisfaction, Tim withdrew his tongue and gently kissed her clitoris, being extremely careful not to take her over the edge.

As Tim stood up, Lois wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. As his face neared hers, her mouth enveloped his mouth and all of her love juices that Tim had not already savored. She devoured them hungrily and was amazed at how sweet her own love juice actually tasted. Then her tongue penetrated his partially open mouth as she tried to put all of her tongue into his mouth. “God,” she thought, where has this man been hiding that I should never have experienced anything like this before!”

Tim gently lifted he full weight of Lois’s body, still wrapped around his, like a boa constrictor holding its prey. As he was approaching her he had noticed the bedroom to the right, and he carried her towards it. Except for the occasional moan and groan of sexual passion, Lois was saying nothing. She knew she could only have Tim once, and she wanted him to have everything and anything he wanted, as long as it included her body.

Oh so gently Tim placed her now naked body onto the bed. As he watched her continue to writhe in the ebb of ecstasy, he carefully removed his shirt and shorts, unleashing his harnessed manhood. It now extended to a full 7 inches in length and at least two inches across. Lois shuddered as Tim approached the bed. She had never had a man of Tim’s proportions and she did not want to let him down.

Then he leaned down and carefully removed each of her sexy little strappy sandals, and gently kissed each of her toes, pausing momentarily to take a suck or two on each of her big toes. Again Lois felt the passion begin to rise within her legs. Her passion was so riled by now if she didn’t have Tim soon, she would orgasm without him.

Tim finished her toes and climbed up onto the bed, positioning himself directly above her breasts. Slowly he massaged each breast and then pressed his bulging penis between them, moving just a couple of inches up and down. Lois lurched lower, taking the monstrous head of Tim’s penis into her blazing hot mouth. She began to suck on Tim like a baby would suck a nipple. Within a couple of seconds Tim was starting to moan, and both of them knew the end was near.

Tim pulled back, removing his rock-hard erection from her mouth with a suctioning sound. Lois wanted Tim now at any price. But Tim held her down and whispered, “I can’t let it go like this, I like you too much.” Tim lowered his body, and like a radar guided smart missile put it right into her now flowing vagina, penetrating her to his full length in one long stroke. As he plunged full in, Lois screamed, “Oh my god!” and wrapped her legs around his waist so tightly he could barely pump his passion into her. Lois did not scream out in pain, but passion, as she was about to release the greatest orgasm of her life.

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As this second installment of my “Truth” Series, I should explain that these stories are parts of my past life before I met my husband. I used to be quite wild. Sex came easy and was always available due to my bodily assets.

Prior Stories:

“My Experience with an 11-Inch Cock”

*

About Me:

I am 23, Korean (happily married now!) and have a body much like Kerry Marie’s. My boobs have always been the center of attention when it came to boys. My tits began to develop when I was only 9 years old. By the time I was 12, I wore a 34C bra. I actually hated it cause all the boys in school made fun of me, and all the adult men would stare. It made me very uncomfortable for much of my teen years. When I was 15, my mom and I got my first D cup bra, and by 16, I was in the double D’s. I was far bigger than any of the other girls in my classes. I was popular for all the wrong reasons too. My tits brought a lot of guys to talk to me, and a lot of girls to hate me. Since I was that age, I have always been attracted to older men. Ones that could maintain their composure while talking to me. I fell in love with the ones who respected me. My adult love life began around that time as well. I lost my virginity to a man who was 25 years my senior. He was caring and loving, and my tits were not the most important thing to him.

Over the years, I must admit that I used them to my advantage to get me things that I have wanted. On one instance, a man paid for a manicure and hair style in exchange for me baring them for his pleasure. He caressed them, sucked my nipples and wanted ankara escort bayan me to stroke him of until he came on them. Hell, for the hair-do and nails, I said sure. I pulled his cock out of his pants. He was about 5 inches long and curved upward slightly. He made my cleavage slippery by spitting on it. He began to thrust between my tits as he mauled them. Just as he was ready to cum, he pulled his cock free and had me stroke him to finish. He shot about 6 or 7 times all over my tits. I sucked his cock clean and cleaned off.

On another occasion, one guy loved cumming in my bra cups then having me wear that bra as he took me. He got off on the thought that I would wear his cum. One night, I jacked him off twice. Once in each cup. I put the bra on for him, rubbing his cum into my boobs through the bra. We went out to eat with me still wearing that bra. When we got home, he made me take off the bra, and let him fuck me. Then to finish, I would eat his cum out of my bra cups as he shot his load all over my face and bra.

I dated a Man who only could get off by writing things across my boobs then cumming on them. Many times, the night would start by me baring my tits for him. He would take my lipstick or eyeliner, and write something like “SLUT”, “WHORE” or some other word or phrase that gets him off. Then he would take me, usually pretty roughly (with my consent). He liked to jizz all over the word.

There was another guy who ate his dinner off of my tits! I laid down on the table on my back. He ate mash potatoes and gravy, meatloaf, demetevler escort and salad. I must admit that it was quite an erotic experience!

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had men cum on them. My tits are a favorite cum dumping ground for just about every man I’ve been with. I’ve eaten cum off of them. I’ve been center on 3 different circle jerks. The first one was 5 guys, the next was 9 and the last was 3. I can’t say I really like circle jerks. They are pretty boring for us girls. After all the guys cum, no one really is interested in satisfying me.

One of the best experiences that I had though was by a woman. I am not bisexual or even curious. She came up to me in a bar and asked if my boobs were real. When I said yes, she said she had never seen an Asian woman with such big boobs. She asked sheepishly if she might see them. It probably was due to the drinking we both had been doing, but I lifted my top. The guys in the place erupted with a resounding “TAKE IT OFF!” and they continued to chant it. She removed the top the rest of the way and them reached around my back, pulling me close to her as she unclasped my bra.

“Feels good, being the center of attention, doesn’t it?” she asked. I nodded and they told her that since she was seeing mine, I wanted to see hers too. I removed her top and bra in the same fashion. It was quite weird feeling another woman’s tits against mine, but the guys loved it! Every man with a cellphone camera was taking pictures of us. Much to my surprise, she began esat escort fondling and caressing my tits! I looked at hers as she pulled away, and began to suck my nipples. She was probably a C cup. She was a blonde bombshell. The kind you’d see in playboy. Now, I’ve had my nipples sucked hundreds of times by my lovers, but this was different. She was gentle, soft, and knew how I liked them sucked without me trying to tell her. She felt so good. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it! After a few minutes, she stood up and put her hand at the back of my head pulling me close. I began to suck her tits right there in front of everyone! The guys were going nuts! She slowly unzipped my jeans and put her hand down my pants. She began to suck my tits again. Her hand felt wonderful as she touched me just the way I wanted it. I felt climax coming on as she fingered my pussy until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Right there in front of everyone, I came!

There have been plenty of times when I have flashed people. Usually at car shows or when I’m at bars, but the best one was when I was with one man at a hotel in Toronto. Our suite had a balcony that I liked to tan on. I was out there one morning before my man woke up and I noticed that there were about a dozen men in the office across the street staring out the window at me. I decided to be daring and give them a show. I opened my robe from the waist up and displayed my tits to them, pretending I didn’t see them there. I caressed my tits for a couple seconds and then totally dropped the robe on the ground. I put one leg up on the rail and began to masturbate for them. By the time I came, I’m sure that every man in the whole building was watching out the window at me! I guess I have some exhibitionism in me too!

Well, guys, that’s really all the memorable experiences that I have had surrounding my tits. Wish I had more, but that really is it for this topic.

See ya in the next writing!

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The sound of children wrangling and their laughter filled the living room and escaped through the French window onto the porch of Aryaan’s new terrace as he pulled up to the driveway from afar. He was finally home- his home; the place was his own, a dear prize to himself after years of back breaking hard work, relentless house hunting and it had all paid off over a year ago.

It has been an exhaustive journey so far. A total of four hours from the work site to the airport by car, but his arrival to the terminal didn’t affect the unsettling weather conditions lately, it is expected to be so this time of the year. The rain and snow fall made the roads far more dangerous to travel upon, let alone long windy roads to the mountain tops. The weather, along with his pure dumb luck caused his flight to be delayed for yet another couple of hours. ‘When will I ever catch a break…’ he thought to himself.

It’s definitely been rough couple of years for him, he voluntarily put himself in a place where he doesn’t speak the language, where con-artists and lawyers work in the same firms and wear the same uniforms, where he rarely got a full night’s sleep when production is up and the loneliness, not to say the least. He called to move and work in remote sites in hopes that setting up a production line in the outskirts would be far more affordable. And besides, he had nothing to lose, no wife, no kids, no dependents, he was a free man and so he took the risk. Rightly so, the business profited three folds in less than two years… But the implications that came along with such decisions were too difficult to live with so he thought he could use a break.

He completed eighteen months away from family and familiar faces. The commotion at work had conclusively bubbled-down and it was safe enough for him to leave the operations and hand it over to the site engineers for maintenance. Tired and exhausted as he was, he was finally going home – but not until two hours from now.

Aryaan thought it would be a good idea to call home and let everyone know he’s been delayed. His brothers’ wife panics and expects the worse to have happened to anyone when in fact they were just running late.

Someone answered before he heard the second ring.

“Hello. Who’s there?” A little mousey voice trying to sound sophisticated.

She answered before he could respond to her. “Aryaan maamaa!” His face on the caller ID was a dead giveaway.

“What time will you be here?” Tanya is the four year old princess of his heart, she had just about enough of mishaps, excuses and delays and she won’t be dealing with another from Aryaan. He felt his heart smiled at the sound of her lovely voice. He could picture her soft little cheek pressed onto the receiver at the other end, Aryaan heard her so clearly that he felt her so close, he could reach out and hold her that he almost forgot to respond to her question.

“I’m coming home as fast as I can sweethea-” Someone pulled the receiver away from her and she started wailing and kicking on something hard in efforts to display protest. Aryaan panicked thinking what if she had a fall! He realized that much of Tanya’s mother’s superstitious thinking had rubbed off on him too.

“Hello?” Aryaan said as he stuck his index finger in his ear and proceeded to squint in efforts to drown out all the noises from his surroundings, he thought maybe it was the reception on his mobile.

“ARYAAN MAAMA CAN WE USE YOUR COMPUTER IN THE STUDY ROOM? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! DAKSHAN AND I WANT TO FIND OUT IF BATMAN AND IRONMAN ARE FRIENDS OR ENEMIES?” Such excitement in his tone, Aryaan smirked to himself in relief. Of course, it was Darshan. The mischievous yet charming- no less, little six years old twin. He was older by 2 minutes. Dakshan was now wrestling his older-by-120 seconds brother to get a chance to run another question by to Aryaan.

“Yes, but only if you be — Darshan? Dakshan? Guys?? Hello?” Further interruption again and yet another unanswered question. He could hear Tanya snatching the phone and trying to pull it away from the boys, but her brother was too strong, and times two.

Aryaan began to rub his forehead and pace back and forth around the lounge area in the airport and decided to wait until someone from home was ready to have a decent conversation without having to have their hands on somebody else’s face.

“Hello? Darshan? Guys come on now…Hello” Aryaan knew he could just hang up and redial in hopes that someone else, preferably an ‘adult’ would pick up, but he simply didn’t. He missed the children; he wanted to somehow be present with his nephews and niece by listening in on their feuds.

“Aryaan?” He immediately recognized that voice. He sat up straight and cleared his throat as he lost his train of thought. Somehow that voice dissipated everything else.

“Hey!” The soft, honey glazed luscious voice called out. He heard a slight smile on her face. It was as if a nightingale had spoken. ankara escort All the weight that was on his shoulders scurried away, he felt a tingle on his chest.

“Hey Kay.” That was all that he could muster out. He was weak in the knees and felt a little light headed.

“Is everything okay?” she asked. He could still hear that smile. Aryaan’s niblings had long forgotten about their bickering and was now crowding around her like little picket fences around a lush green garden.

“Everything is fine; my flight got pushed back for a couple of hours. We couldn’t get the clearance because of the storm outside.” He said trying to sound casual.

“Ohh Noo, I’m sorry… Just… ummm… just take your time and get here safely. I’ll inform your brother.” She assured him. His knees grew weaker. Aryaan felt the need to rush home now more so than ever.

“Yea great, Thanks! You uhhhh, so you’ll be around f-f-for a while? Aryaan shut his eyes so tight as if a bomb was about to go off right beside him. He regretted it the moment those words were spoken. His internal monologue began… ‘Aryaan you dumb idiot! What if she’s busy? What if she’s married? What if she doesn’t want to see you? What if she doesn’t think it’s a good ide—’

“I’ll be up waiting for you…” She said with a smile he could hear. Kay always had the most seducing voice ever possible according to Aryaan. She was surreal.

As soon as Aryaan hung up, he took a seat on the sofa, pushed his hair back and let out a sigh. He couldn’t wait to get home, excitement was building up. All these months without her touch made him really short tempered and agitated. There were a couple of times when he and Kay would try to hit it off online but the last few months were really rough. Things at work took a toll on him and everything that could go wrong- was going wrong for him.

If Aryaan wanted, a few girls back in his office were always a tease, sending him suggestive text messages and anonymous invitations to hotel rooms was a normal thing he’d wake to over the weekends. He knew those girls just wanted to be a mistress and no genuine interests towards his emotions. Aryaan would channel all that pent up sexual energy and loneliness at the gym. Hours on end lifting, running and pumping. He wanted no one but Kay to satisfy him, no one would do but her. If body partners were a thing, it would so be her and him, he thought to himself.

He recalled the first time he made love to her, it was so intense and passionate; the afterglow lasted for a few days on her. He had her pinned down on his bed as she arched her back towards him. She buried her beautiful face in the pillow as he slammed into her from the back like a piston; and she rode him like a goddess. He felt and tasted every part of her that night, so happens that they had guests over that night, so she couldn’t moan too loud… He’d done many things on purpose that night, just to make her moan… But he wasn’t always the dominant one.

He vividly recalls a time when she came over to his place from a girl’s night out, he’d given her the house keys since the first time they did each other. Kay had an elegant yet sexy dress on, there was a deep cut stretching from the right side of her hips to the opposite end of her ankle.

Aryaan was lazing on the couch watching the game. She walked straight to him and greeted him with her mouth and their tongues entwined. Her hands found their way to his thighs as she was leaning in towards him. She pushed him back on the couch and swung one leg over him and placed herself on top him. She undid her hair and the black flow just drowned everything else in the room, the whole living room smelt amazing. Aryaan held on to her hips instinctively, they were sucking the life out of each others’ faces and they wouldn’t let each other go. She ran her hands searchingly across his torso looking for the ends of his t-shirt to get it out of the way but she couldn’t break the kiss… So she slid her hand inside his shirt and felt his warm, burning body. She could feel his entire toned chest and all the packs on his belly. Aryaan kept nibbling on her lips and pressing her down on his lap. She broke the kiss by pulling herself away from him.

His eyes locked at hers, both of them panting for air. Aryaan pulled his shirt over his head and flung it across the floor. He tried to lift her up to his waist but she held on to his hands and gently pushed him back on the couch. With deft movements, she pulled his shorts and boxers down to his ankle in one go. Aryaan was taken by surprise and buck naked in his living room. She leaned in on him to give him a gentle kiss, but he grabbed her and began to bite her neck. She was in ecstasy; she wanted to just let him take her. He found the zipper to her dress at the back and zipped it down and tossed it on the back. She knew what he wanted to do next and her clit was throbbing. She quickly picked herself up and pushed his chest back kızılay escort onto the couch and she got on her knees. She got in between his legs and flipped her hair back so that he could see what she was going to do. .

“Watch” she said as she trailed kisses from his torso to his belly and she kissed his shaft. She kissed the tip of it and heard him let out a moan, he licked his lips and watched her. She gently trailed his shaft with her teeth, lightly padding them with her lips. Aryaan threw his head back and whispered ‘hooo shit’. She wasn’t supposed to hear that, but she did, and she let out a little giggle. He quickly responded by saying ‘You’ll make me cum if you don’t stop’… His face flushed and he was so embarrassed of himself.

“Let’s play a game baby boy; you can’t cum until I’m done.” She said.

Aryaan was as helpless as a deer during hunting season as he looked to her for answers.

“I’m going to do whatever I want to you tonight…and if you can hold it out without cumming, you can do the same to me, twice.”

He knew he was doomed, but he gave her a smile and leaned back to take what’s coming for him… He knew he was going to have a good time anyway.

She took his tool in her mouth and sucked on it instantaneously. She sucked it so hard; Aryaan felt like he was going to be unconscious, she sucked on it again and pulled her head away from it. The ridges in her mouth were tickling his cock head. When she came to his cock head, she chewed on it with her lips and sucked on it making her way down all the way again. She crawled closer to fit more of him in her mouth. She released his shaft only to suck on his balls. She engulfed a whole ball sack filled with cum in her mouth and sucked on it; she rotated her grip and pumped on his dick. Aryaan jerked her to stop as he was about to cum.

Aryaan’s vocabulary only consisted of ‘oooooh fuck…’ ‘oowhhhh god! Baby…’

She licked the whole length of his dick and began sucking him again. His cock was thick and strong, and she could hear just how juicy his cock head is. His bulbous shaft was so big and begging to be sucked. She kept sucking on it and Aryaan would jerk every once in a while to signal her slow down. Watching his nuts move inside the sack made her more determined than ever to claim her prize. She knew she was gifting him with unspeakable pleasure.

The only thing Aryaan could do is cuss and throw his head back whenever he felt like he couldn’t wing it anymore.

‘Owh god baby…’ he uttered as he watched her suck on him like there’s no tomorrow.

She couldn’t get enough of his spongy shaft, she sucked down on it and it disappeared into her mouth and she’d suck down on it and pull her head away. Aryaan was juicing so much she knew she was going to win.

She rolled her tongue on the tip of his shaft while gently lowering her mouth on his cock head. She felt him jerk up, he got off his back held her head in place, and he was about to cum. She continued sucking him off and he pushed his cock as farthest as he could into her and he froze.

‘Ahhh…ahh… baby’ a split second he shot streams after streams of warm cream down her throat. They kept oozing out as Kay was carpeting her gentle cock head bites with her lips. Aryaan has never come this hard in his life; he left like he was born again.

She got off the floor and fell into him. She was so horny and her clit was throbbing and engorged. He wrapped his arms around her, and planted a light kiss on her shoulder; it was his way of thanking her. It wasn’t humanly possible to speak words at that moment. He moved her to get on top of him and he positioned himself between her legs.

Her panties were soaking wet, her clit is soaked and throbbing like it just had an orgasm. Aryaan reached down to touch it, but she caught his hand. She was too exhausted for another round so soon, he understood. Aryaan wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her up and mounted her on his waist, he picked up all the remnants of what just happened and made his way upstairs.

He gently laid her down on their bed and kissed her forehead. She was still lightly panting… He rolled over to the side of the bed and poured a glass of water for her and held it out. She drank it down trying to digest what just took place and just what was about to conspire moments from now…

Aryaan made his way downstairs and brought up some cut fruits and several bars of chocolate from the refrigerator for her to recuperate. They laze about in bed and tease each other about everything under the sun. Gradually, they drew each other closer and closer…

Next, he tested the waters… He planted a kiss on her nose, and she chuckled and kissed him back on his lips. He took it further by getting even closer to her, she embraced him and brought herself even closer to him, she took a whiff of his neck and the musky scent turned her on again. polatlı escort He unhooked her bra and waited for her reaction… Her eyes were shut and he climbed over her and spread her legs apart. She bit down her lower lip and braced herself.

‘This is it, this is my cue’ Aryaan told himself.

He moved her panties to the side and stuck his index finger and his middle finger in his mouth to lubricate it a little. He could see that her clit was throbbing and her juices were being wasted. He gently touched her clit and she let out a soft moan. She still had her eyes shut, so he ever so slowly spread her apart to reveal an engorged throbbing clit. Aryan gave it a lick and he felt electricity running through his body, he knows she felt it too… because she jerked.

He licked it softly to make her a little more comfortable, she moaned again. He could see that her heart was racing; she was getting more and more juicy every passing second… Aryaan dipped his tongue in her.

‘Mmmmmhh baby’ she whispered as she adjusted herself to contain him.

‘It taste so good baby.’ He said and cueing her that he’s about to dip his tongue in again… He licked around the vagina just to tease her… She softly moaned again.

He licked and sucked on the skin around the vagina… She was breathing heavy and moaning… Aryaan climbed a little higher and sucked on the right cheek of her pink pussy. She began to arch her back and he held her hips in place and licked her whole pussy, he wanted all her juice. He licked her until she was barely moist… He kissed her clit and dipped his tongue in her pussy again. He felt her muscles tighten. He held her legs open and gently spread all of the flesh apart and began sucking all her juices out. He used his thumb to massage her clit in a circular motion, she moaned louder…

He continued to massage her clit and he slowly inserts his index finger and his middle finger in her, she’s pumping his fingers now and gyrating her hips… Aryaan switches tactics. He wiggles his fingers inside her while he is massaging her clit with his thumb. Aryaan could barely hold himself back from not stuffing his face and eating her out like a mad man. He was so thirsty for her.

He then told her to relax the muscles in her pussy as he was massaging her clit. Aryaan couldn’t get his focus off of her clit, now- she had both his thumbs massaging her clit and juicing her up… With one quick stroke he shifted both of his thumbs in her vagina. Kay started to vigorously ride his thumbs and pull on his hair.

He lost all control and rammed his cock in her, making her whole body shiver and sweat. He was spanking her pussy really hard with his fat cock and she loved it. She could feel her pussy stretch and expand to accommodate his girth. Aryaan manages to position himself so that he can rub her clit. He’s tickling and gently pinching her clit, she pushes his hands away and she get on top of Aryaan.

Both of them completely lost in each other, he grabs her breasts and sucks them like he’s expecting something from it. He kneaded her breasts and flicked her nipples. She was screaming in pleasure now, she bounces on his dick and Aryaan matches her pace by pushing himself deeper…

He pulled his dick out and stood at the edge of the bed; he dragged his lover’s body closer to him and kissed her shoulders.

She knew what was going to take place now, she turn around and faced her back to him. He leans over and kisses her back and trails his fingers down the middle of her back bone… He positioned his cock head at the opening of her pussy and gently pulled her back, with single thrust, his dick was in her again.

“Ugh… its soo tight” He muttered unconsciously.

He pushed it in on her, and she playfully pushed back. The both of them followed each others’ sway and pull. Aryaan picked up pace and he was already pumping her hard, he reached at the bottom and grabbed her breast and began to mould them.

Kay begins to fall silent as she approaches her waves of orgasm. Aryaan maintains the hard slams and he focuses on the thrusts… The room echoes the sound of his balls hitting against her clit, and the sounds of her butt slamming into his belly… He continues to slam her hard and fast, he playfully grabs her butt and spanks it… He pulls out his dick and spanks her bubble butt with it.

He quickly stuffed his dick in between her legs and takes it slow… Kay begins to breathe easier, he leans in on her and settles a knee on the bed so that he can thrust even deeper and it gave him access to her clit again. Aryan secured her on a pillow and he started massaging her clit again, as he leaned in on her. He had one hand on her clit massaging it and the hand kneading her breasts, Kay couldn’t break free from his grip, she couldn’t hold on any longer she was to come… she moaned louder and he picked up pace, and she grabbed his hair at the back of her while she came.. Kay experienced screaming waves of shivers after shivers and finally convulsing for the longest time he could remember. He quickly faces her and kisses her all over her face before she falls asleep in his arms…

Aryan found himself seated at the lounge again, looked at his watch and saw the time. Twenty more minutes to go. He smiled to himself and sighed…

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I got the name of this story from Arctic Cat, a snowmobile company. The events in this are real, but all the erotic stuff is made up. Hope you like it.

I came up with the idea of taking my girlfriend of 2 years snowmobiling for the day. Her name was Liv, and we were both home on break from college. For Christmas, my dad bought a brand new sled, a 2013 Arctic Cat F5. It was jet black with bright green stripes, a very cool color combo. It was a family gift, but I’ve ridden it the most out of my family. We also traded in our old one, also an Arctic Cat, that was old and falling apart. We currently have 2. This new one was more for performance, while the other that we still have is more luxury oriented, with heated seats and side mirrors. Despite all those fancy luxury features, the new sled still handles much better and is much more comfortable to sit on. I’m a snowmobile junkie if you haven’t guessed, cars as well. Let me wipe the drool from my mouth and continue the story.

My mother always said I looked so sexy riding those beasts, all decked out in my snowmobiling gear and helmet, and had suggested multiple times that I should take a girl snowmobiling as a date, even before I got a girlfriend. I’d been dating Liv for over 2 years (our anniversary was in December, and it was currently January) but this was my first time taking her for a ride. She came over several times and I took her around my yard on it to see if she liked it, first with me driving and her holding on to me, then vice versa, then finally on her own. Being adventurous, she did, and was soon riding it like a pro (the sled, not my dick. She’s already a pro at that lol). However, I wasn’t sure if she was ready to take it out on the trails, with other riders. Snowmobiling is fun, but like driving, can be dangerous. There are all sorts of rules and different hand signals to learn; sleds don’t have blinkers and it’s too loud to talk over the engines. The trails I usually go to even have cops on sleds driving around! It’s basically like driving a car there. The trails have speed limits, just like normal roads. The cops can even give sobriety tests if they have probable cause of a DUI. So she came over again one day and I gave her a crash course on the rules of the trails and all the hand signals. She was a quick learner, and got them all down fast. I decided she was competent enough to come with me for a day trip.

So the following Saturday morning, we left for the trails. Early. Liv arrived at my house at about 6 in the morning. The trails were about 2 and a half hours away. The bitch about these types of journeys is trying to hook the trailer up to my dad’s truck, a 2004 GMC Yukon. It must’ve taken me about 20 solid minutes, not to mention it was pitch black outside. My dad had taught me how to hook up the trailer already, but still, it was surprisingly tricky. And driving while towing it is a whole different matter altogether! After the trailer was finally locked in, I had to install towing mirrors on the truck. The blind spots towing this fucker were enormous! I was really wishing I’d done all this shit last night!

We finally left at about 7. Liv brought her own boots and snow pants but was borrowing my sister’s helmet, jacket, and gloves. Being adults, we didn’t actually need to wear helmets, but we weren’t stupid, so we did. I had to stop at the gas station and fill the truck and the 2 sleds, which cost about $100. Trying to open the trailer was a bitch. There’s no door, the thing just opens vertically. It was fucking heavy! We grabbed breakfast for the road, and finally started the drive, excited for the day ahead and talking animatedly.

The place we were going to was notoriously nicknamed “Satan’s Notch,” usually just called “the Notch.” This was because of the weather, which could change literally in the course of minutes, as I’d experienced firsthand before. Sure enough, it was sunny as I was driving into the Notch, but by the time I took the exit ramp off the highway 10 minutes later, it was foggy and snowing lightly.

Liv shivered and looked out the window. “Damn. Is it always like this around here?”

“Pretty much,” I replied, not looking at her, trying to focus on the road. Visibility was awful, about 10 feet. I tried turning on the fog lights, which improved it slightly.

We pulled into a parking lot and parked about 20 minutes later. Parking with a trailer is a task in itself. Add fog and snow, and it’s even harder. Back-in parking is required, so god help you if you can’t back a trailer and a truck into a parking spot. With other trucks and trailers on both sides. This was the single hardest bit of driving I have ever done. I thought learning to drive stick was bad, but this was a nightmare. I was literally sweating, trying to maneuver accurately. It took me 3 or 4 tries, but I finally got it. The fucking thing kept jackknifing on me (that’s when the trailer sticks out an angle from the vehicle towing it, usually forming an ‘L’ or ‘V’ shape). I finally got it straight and parked, sighing with relief.

Liv looked genuinely impressed. “Wow. Nice job babe. I don’t think I could do that!” ankara escort

I smiled, “I’m not gonna lie. That was a bitch!” I wiped the sweat off my face. “This next part is gonna suck too. We’re gonna have to open the trailer and back the sleds off. Feeling strong?”

She shrugged. “More or less.” She opened the door and swore. “Fuck, it’s cold!” And it damn well was. The thermometer said it was negative temperatures.

She had to hold the trailer open while I backed the sleds off. If she didn’t, the whole roof would come crashing down, hitting me on the head. Ouch! Luckily, we managed.

I started the sleds to warm up the engines and smiled. “Now this is the fun part. Sort of. For me anyway.”

“What is it?”

“We have to put on all our gear. It’s a pain in the ass for both of us, but I get to see you take some of your clothes off.” I grinned.

She sighed and smiled, and muttered, “Fuckin’ horn dog.”

Trying to get into all the gear while sitting down inside a vehicle is bad enough, but with 2 people, it was even more cramped. On the plus side, Liv needed help, so I got to assist in redressing her in several layers. Snowmobiling is fucking miserable if you’re freezing your ass off the whole time! She had on her normal clothes, a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. Then on top of that, she had on a sweatshirt. Still on top of that, she had on snow pants and a thick Arctic Cat jacket, plus gloves. Then on her face, she was wearing a ski mask underneath a thick, heated helmet. I looked exactly the same. We sounded like a walking junkyard, but at least we were warm.

I let Liv have the new sled. It might have been nicer and had a better ride quality, but the older one was more powerful, despite being luxury-equipped. She wasn’t experienced enough to handle this one.

Anyway, we finally set off at about 10:30 that morning. The trails were perfect, smooth and dead straight. I got the sled up to about 65, 20 mph over the speed limit, with Liv not far behind. The only problem was potentially getting lost. The trails are well marked, but there are literally hundreds of miles of them, some even going into Canada.

My mom was right. Liv looked really hot riding the sled. Especially with white powder kicking up around her and the snow coming down. I presumed I must’ve looked pretty attractive too. Anyway, we cruised around, encountering many other riders. I was impressed, Liv never forgot any of the hand signals. She was a natural, indicating how many people were behind her or if she was the last one. She did make mistakes though, particularly taking her hand off the handlebar to signal when it was unsafe, nearly losing control of the sled. If you can’t steer safely with one hand, even if you need to indicate to other riders, you should always keep your hand on the handlebar. They’ll figure it out, they can count. That’s the number one cause of accidents on snowmobiles, apart from riding drunk. I stopped, motioning for her to do so, and told her that. She apologized, and never did it again.

We rode for several hours straight, covering about 100 miles. It gets dark early around there, so we got some night riding in. We even took a break to watch the sun set behind the mountains. Very romantic.

By this point we were both starving, having skipped lunch. So we rode about 25 miles back to civilization, arriving at a restaurant about 5 miles from where I parked the truck. You know it’s remote when they have parking spots for snowmobiles. This restaurant is famous for their burgers, which we both got. We walked in and sat down, still in full sled gear, removing our helmets, ski masks, and gloves. We both had helmet hair, which is a pain in the ass to fix.

Neither of us had spoken much. We couldn’t, over the roar of the engines. I finally said to Liv over our food, “So what do you think?”

She was very enthusiastic. “It’s great! But my thumb’s killing me! Is that normal?”

Snowmobiling uses hand muscles that I didn’t even know existed at first. “Yeah. Mine was on fire too when I first started. But after a while, you get used to it.”

She smiled. “That’s a relief. I hope to get over it soon. When can we go again?”

I smiled. “You like it that much?”

“Yes! It’s so easy to lose yourself riding one of those and forget all your troubles. That’s why I like it.”

I hadn’t really thought about it like that, but come to think of it, she was right. “Sure, we can go again. Anytime. Text me when you’re free and I’ll make sure to hook the trailer up well in advance next time.”

She laughed. “Will do. I don’t know how you did that in pitch darkness.”

The bill came. I grabbed it before Liv could. As I was writing in the amounts, I replied, “It wasn’t easy, believe me.” We stood up, putting on our gloves.

Outside, it was really cold, and snowing again. Nights around here get fucking freezing. I had just started the sleds and was waiting for them to warm up. I was looking around at the scenery and talking to Liv, when she suddenly stood on tiptoe and put her lips to mine, breaking ankara eve gelen escort off my sentence. She finally pulled away with a smile. “Thank you for a great day.”

I smiled. “My pleasure. We’re almost done. Five miles to go!”

“Wanna race? Back to the trailer?”

“You won’t get lost?”

She smiled. “I’ll try.”

“You’re on. I’m gonna kick your ass.”

She smiled and put her helmet on. “You’ll have to catch it first.” With that, I put my helmet on too and sat down on the sled. Then I remembered she had the high performance one. Shit! I could potentially lose. If I lost to a girl, a girl on the trails for the first time nonetheless, I would probably go kill myself! I turned to her, saluting her. With that, I revved the engine and quickly took the e-brake off, launching from the starting point with no warning, doing a wheelie. She did the same, catching up fast. I could never look at her again if she beat me! Lucky for me, I knew the trails better than her. There were plenty of shortcuts which I hadn’t shown her. I took advantage of one soon after, turning off the main trail and waving triumphantly as she continued down the other trail. I won the race, arriving a good 5 minutes before her.

I was waiting for her with a triumphant grin when she finally arrived at the trailer. Damn, she was annoyed. She stood up and took the helmet off, her hair all static and her hazel eyes filled with annoyance. “Matt, you jackass! You didn’t tell me there were shortcuts!”

I laughed. “You didn’t ask, babe. You should’ve thought of that. You couldn’t beat me anyway. I know the trails better than you.”

She smiled. “I can’t stay mad at you. Come here and kiss me. You owe me for losing to you.” I obliged. I finally stopped and she asked, “My thumb is killing me. Could I ride on the back with you?”

“Of course. Anything for you, Livvi. You’ll have to help me load the other sled onto the trailer first though.”

This was a bitch. She had to stand on the end of the trailer, making it touch the ground so I could get the sled on. As well as hold the roof up again so it wouldn’t fall on me. I finally got it and we jumped on the other sled, the new one. Liv lifted the helmet visor and said, “You look so hot riding a snowmobile.”

“Thanks. You did too.” With that, I tore off into the night, with her hanging on for her life. It felt nice having her arms wrapped in a death grip around my torso as we sped through the forest. It was a nice night, despite being cold. We rode for another hour. I was enjoying sharing a sled, perhaps more than when she rode her own. I was making her gasp and hold on even tighter, drifting around corners and slamming on the throttle, gunning it down straight stretches of trail. We finally came into view of the trailer again, a straight stretch about 200 yards long. I wanted to surprise Liv one more time. I gunned the throttle, hitting about 75 mph, well over the speed limit. On top of that, when we were about 20 yards away from the trailer, I yanked the handle bars hard to the left and slammed the e-brake on, drifting sideways and stopping about 10 feet from the trailer. Basically a handbrake turn but on a sled. She really held on for that, tensing up and pressing her body against mine. I stopped the sled and took my helmet off, turning to her with a grin.

She looked torn between being terrified and impressed. “Holy shit. I thought you were gonna kill us! You’re like a different person driving a snowmobile! Wow. Guitar and driving a flashy car are cool enough, but pulling insane stunts on a sled just made you top my list!” she took her helmet off. Her face was pink from the cold and her helmet hair was even worse. Her breath was visible as she added, “Matt, you’re my hero,” making it intentionally sound sappy.

I replied simply, “I love you,” and kissed her. Her lips were dry but I didn’t care. She returned the kiss, and soon it was a full-fledged make out session, still sitting on the sled. We were getting cold so we finally came up for air.

We put the sled back on the trailer and jumped in the truck to warm up. Most of the other trucks and trailers had gone by now. I started the engine and the heat came on, much to our relief.

After several minutes, feeling returned to our bodies, and we started taking off all our gear. Liv was struggling and finally said with a wink, “Hey, can you give me a hand with this?”

I was only too happy to help. However, I was surprised when I took her jacket off and she said, “More. I’m sweating under all these clothes.” So I took off her sweatshirt. She said again, “More.” Off came her shirt this time. She winked and said, “One more time.” She was naked from the waist up now. She took my hands and put them on her boobs, and leaned in and kissed me. I squeezed and fondled them, making her inhale sharply and moan. She whispered, “Now get started on my legs. I’m sweating down there too.” So I did, removing her boots, snow pants, jeans, and finally her thong.

We had limited room in the back seat, so çankaya escort I knelt down as best I could and slowly, painfully slowly, licked her slit. She moaned and grabbed my head. I took that as an invitation and dug in, licking and tonguing her pussy like my life depended on it. She was dripping wet now, and really moaning. She finally came about 20 seconds later.

It took her a minute to regain composure, but she spoke, “My turn. Sit.” I was still fully clothed, so she took off all my stuff slowly, dragging it out and kissing me forcefully. Before long, I was naked too. She bent down and slowly ran her tongue up my dick, making me shudder and close my eyes. Eyes still closed, I felt her mouth engulfing me. Pure bliss is all I can say. Even more when she started sucking gently and humming. It drove me wild! I was on the verge of cumming when she stopped. She kissed me and pushed me so I was lying down across the seat. She proceeded to sit on my face and resume the blowjob. The fabled 69! I’d never done it before, but was soon loving it. We both came after 2 or 3 minutes of this. I sat up, groaning from a random aftershock. Liv then slowly impaled herself on my cock, facing me, and slowly started riding me, moaning already and gritting her teeth. I was getting a nice view of her gorgeous body, despite it being dark inside the truck.

We switched positions a few minutes later, now I was doing her doggy style. Like I said, space was limited, so I had to bend over slightly to avoid hitting my head with every thrust. I started slow and gentle, but she kept getting louder, so it escalated into violently railing her, before finally blasting inside her, making her cum too. We collapsed across the back seat, our bodies tangled, exhausted and covered in sweat despite the cold outside.

Liv quickly kissed me and pulled away, panting. “Man, is it hot in here or is it just us?”

I laughed. “No, gorgeous, it’s just you.”

She groaned. “These cheesy one liners, they get worse and worse!”

We dressed, just in regular clothes this time, and left all the sled gear on the back seat. The truck was still running this whole time. We started the drive home. It was still snowing, and fucking foggy coming up to the highway, just like when we were arriving. Liv was chatting at first but eventually fell asleep. Riding around on a sled all day is surprisingly tiring.

We finally arrived back at my house about 2 hours later, at about 9. My parents were apparently out, seeing as there was just my car in the driveway. I had to back in to the driveway in order to unhook the trailer. Reverse parking with a trailer is bad enough in a parking lot, but in a driveway, it’s a nightmare. I had to watch out for the mailbox, trees, cars, and people. Not to mention avoiding driving on the grass and keeping the trailer from jackknifing. Liv was awake by this point and again, was impressed with my driving. It literally took me 5 whole minutes to park. Normally, I can back into my driveway in about 5 seconds, but I normally drive a small sporty car, not a truck with a big-ass trailer.

We brought all the stuff in and just crashed on my couch. Normally, we’d have probably had sex, seeing as we were home alone, but we were both wiped.

I turned to Liv and asked, “Are you gonna leave? You look tired.”

She replied, “I normally would, but I think I’ll fall asleep behind the wheel. Could I crash here tonight?”

“Of course. You can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Aww, putting my comfort before yours. That’s sweet of you. Thanks Matt. You’re a good boyfriend.”

“I do my best,” I replied, standing up. “You hungry or thirsty or anything?”

“Got any beer?”

“Yeah. Downstairs.” I was only 18, but my parents let me drink at the house, as did Liv’s. “Hold on a second. I’ll grab you one,” I leaned in and kissed her, walking away. I went down to the basement and grabbed beers for both of us. I was debating if I should bang her while I had the chance. Beer always got her horny, so that would definitely help. The problem was, I didn’t want my parents walking in on me busting a nut all over her face. Talk about awkward!

I went back upstairs and gave her the beer. “Thanks,” she said, cracking it open.

Like I said, her already high sex drive only increases with alcohol. She hadn’t even finished her second beer but was already all over me, kissing me sloppily and groping my cock through my jeans. I finally decided to go for it. I was willing to risk my parents coming home.

I took her hand and led her to my room in the basement. It’s nice living down there during the winter; it’s the warmest room in the house. Liv noticed and said mischievously, “It’s only gonna get hotter in here, if you know what I mean.”

With that, she drained the rest of the beer and quickly pulled her shirt and jeans off. She came over and ripped my shirt off too and kissed me. She pushed me down onto my bed and got on top of me, still kissing me heavily. Her hands roamed all over my body and eventually settled on my cock, fondling it through my jeans. I groaned and quickly took my jeans off. We started kissing madly again, which led to me eventually unhooking her bra and orally attacking her boobs. She squirmed and shuddered, really turning me on. The alcohol only helped. I stopped and took off her thong, sticking a finger in her and vigorously started thrusting. She moaned in response and leaned in and took my boxers off.

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It was the last weekend in October and the upstate New York air was exceptionally cold and all the signs of an impending storm were there but I was just going to be up at the cabin for a couple of days and figured I would be out of there before anything happened.

Ever since I was married to Gwen, we went up to the cabin to celebrate our anniversary. We brought enough food and drink, especially the drink and it was just the two of us enjoying an intimate weekend.

Three years ago, Gwen passed away but I still go to the cabin on our anniversary. It was never a morbid weekend though. I just wanted to do something for her memory and I wanted the peace & quiet that the weekend would give me. And at 40, gave me some time to think about my future.

Anyway, it was Friday afternoon when I got to the cabin. I had the food and I was set to relax for a couple of days.

I made sure the generator was full of gas just in case and there was wood for the fireplace.

When Gwen & I came up to the cabin we never brought much clothes, if any since we were both nudists and didn’t wear clothes up there. Gwen did have a few special pieces of lingerie that she kept in the closet, but that was it and they were still there.

In any case, I settled in and as the weather started to change. Snow started falling which was a bit early up here but it wasn’t terribly bad. However, as the day wore on, the snow came down heavier and it was piling up.

I turned the radio on and the broadcast indicated that we were going to get an unexpected foot of snow before it was all over.

I had just finished dinner when I decided to bring in more wood for the fireplace. I put on my clothes and went outside and as I did, I thought I saw a light way down the road. I brought the wood in and went back out to see again.

As I peered down the road, I was sure it was a light so I headed toward it. After walking maybe a thousand yards, I saw a car in the ditch with its headlights still on.

I got to the car and saw a person cuddled up inside, unresponsive. I was able to open the door and pull the person out. It was then that I saw it was a young lady. She was freezing.

I carried her back to the cabin and started warming her up slowly. I got her out of the cold, wet clothes she was wearing and wrapped a blanket around her and sat her near the lit fireplace.

I could see she didn’t have any signs of frostbite, thank heavens, but she was very cold. I made some tea and had warm compresses that I put on her to get her body temperature up.

After an hour or so, she started coming around. As I was hovering over her, she opened her eyes and let out a scream, “Where am I and who are you?”

I looked at her and told her to calm down and I said, “You are in my cabin. I found you half frozen in your car and brought you here. My name is Sam. You are fine now. Let me get you some hot tea.”

I went and got her a cup of tea and brought it to her. She then realized she didn’t have any clothes on but the blanket I wrapped her in.

She asked, “Where are my clothes?”

I replied, “They were soaked and they are now drying and I only had a blanket to cover you with to get you warm.”

I continued, “What’s your name and what the hell was a young women doing driving up here in this weather?”

She looked at me and said, “My name is Gwen and I was going to visit my girlfriend for the weekend, if you must know.”

I answered, “Oh, I see.”

She said, “It’s not like that…we are just good friends.” She hesitated and continued, “That’s not entirely true. We are very close friends from college and it was supposed to be a romantic weekend if you must know.”

I smiled and told her she was a lucky young lady that I found her. She then said, “By the way, what the hell are you doing up here?”

I smiled and said, “It’s my anniversary and I come up here every anniversary, if you must know.”

She asked, “Where is your wife?”

I replied, “My wife died a few years ago but I still come up here every anniversary, if you must know. Her name was Gwen too.”

She apologized but I told her there was no need to. I went to check on her clothes and told her they were still damp. I told her the only clothes I had were lingerie items of my late wife but I didn’t think she would like to put them on.

She asked me where my extra clothes were and that maybe she could fit into them. I told her I didn’t have any extra clothes. She wanted to know why and I said, “My wife and I are nudists. So, we didn’t bring extra clothes. The only extra clothes are her lingerie.”

She looked at me and smiled and said, “Oh. Look if you want to get nude, it wouldn’t bother me. I’ve seen naked men before,” as she laughed.

She continued, “You seem like a real nice guy so how about this, you get naked and I will put on a piee of lingerie, if that is ok with you. I’m somewhat of an exhibitionist anyway.”

I looked at her ankara escort and replied, “Well, if you are ok with it, then so am I.”

She got up and went into the bedroom as she did that, I got naked. She came out wearing the black neglige that was the last one my wife wore up here.

I looked at her and exclaimed,”Gwen, you are beautiful. You could pass for my wife’s sister.”

Gwen looked at me with a big smile, “And you look pretty damn good yourself. I’m impressed.”

We both laughed and sat on the couch and listened to the radio as the announcer said that the snow should taper off tomorrow sometime.

I told her it looked like we would be trapped here for at least the weekend. She smiled and said that would be fine with her.

I couldn’t help but see that this beautiful young woman had a beautiful body. Her tits were full and firm. Her pussy was smooth and her long black hair cascaded down to the top of her ass.

She caught me looking and said, “Hey Sam, tell me what you and your wife did up here on your anniversary.”

I looked at her and said, “Well Gwen, like any other couple celebrating their anniversary, we had a lot of great sex. The best part was that nobody bothered us.”

I continued, “Tell me about yourself.”

She replied, “Well, you already guessed that I am bi, but I prefer a man. I am 30 years old, single and not shy. And, I am an exhibitionist and ok with being stared at and ogled.”

I laughed and said, “That’s good, because I like looking at you.”

She said, “Well Sam, I don’t like to brag but that must be true because I can see how much you like what you see.”

I looked down and my cock was semi hard. I apologized and covered up. She laughed and said, “Hey, don’t hide that thing. I like to look too, you know.”

We both laughed and I uncovered my now erect cock for her to see.

Then I said, “You know Gwen, I feel very comfortable with you, like I have known you for years. You are funny, easy to talk to and a nice person.”

I got up and checked on her clothes and brought them back to her and told her they were dry. She looked at me and told me to put them aside as she was very comfy wearing what she had on.

Then she asked, “Tell me why you are into nudity?”

I smiled and replied, “For one thing, it’s easier to have sex, no need to remove clothes. It feels more natural and you aren’t confined. And, it helps if you like to show.”

She laughed and replied, “Well Sam, you do show well. Would you mind if I took off this outfit? The thong is digging into my crack anyway.”

I told her she could do whatever she wanted. With that, she stood up and removed the lingerie and stood there naked and looking even more beautiful and I told her so.

I could feel my cock getting rock hard and Gwen noticed and said, “I think your friend is acting up again. Is there anything I can do to help him?”

I looked at her and said, “There isn’t any need for you to do anything. But if you wouldn’t object, I would like to go inside and get it taken care of.”

She smiled and replied, “You know Sam, I have never seen a guy jerk off before. Would you do it for me here and now, please?”

I looked at her and smiled and started stroking my cock. Some pre-cum was visible as I picked up the pace. After a few minutes, I told her I was going to cum. She got up and knelt in front of me and then I came, shooting my cum on her tits and nipples.

She rubbed my cum all over and smiled and said, “Wow, that was something. Do you always cum like that?”

I replied, “Pretty much, yes. My wife loved having me cum on her tits too. She loved swallowing it as well. I guess you would call her a cum slut.”

Gwen got up and sat back down, leaving my cum on her body.

She said, “Did your wife like getting your cock in her ass?”

I answered, “My wife liked all sex but she did like me to cum in her ass mostly.”

Gwen asked, “Tell me some of the things she liked to do.”

I replied, “She loved sucking cock. Before she died, she started sucking my cock and balls together. The feeling was outrageous. Then she loved me eating her. As you can see, I am smooth and so was she…we didn’t like getting hair in our mouths.”

Gwen then asked, “Be honest now, you guys ever swing?”

I looked at her and answered, “The answer is a simple yes. She enjoyed that a lot. She loved having two guys playing with her at the same time. And yes, she was bi.”

Gwen said, “She sounds like someone I would have liked to get to know. We had a lot in common. Did you like sharing her?”

I answered, “Most guys would say that I was a cuck but she really enjoyed herself and it had nothing to do with love, just sex, so I didn’t see any harm in letting her do what she loved “

Gwen said, “You know, I have never had a cock in my ass but I wouldn’t mind you fixing that.”

I looked at her and told her that ulus escort having sex with her wasn’t necessary but she said that she wanted to do it but only with me.

On the way to the bedroom, she stopped and looked into my eyes and said, “Sam, I would let you do anything you wanted to me. And, if I were your wife, I would want to follow in your wife’s footsteps.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her for the first time. Our bodies pressed together as our tongues danced in each other’s mouth.

We got to the bed and Gwen got on all fours. My hard cock pressed against her asshole. I lubed my cock and slowly slipped my cock into her hole. It took awhile but my cock was finally completely in her. Her tits hung down and I started fucking her ass, slowly.

With each thrust, her moans got louder and louder. She started screaming, “Oh god yes Sam…that’s it…fuck my ass baby…cum in it…shoot your hot cum in me.”

I stopped for a second when she said (shoot your hot cum in me) as that was the exact words that my wife used when I was fucking her ass.

She started yelling…”Don’t stop now Sam, cum in me.”

I picked up the pace and shot my cum load deep into her ass. When I pulled out my cock, my cum oozed out her ass and she fell on the bed on her stomach.

We rested together and her hand found my limp cock and played with it and got it hard again. Then she looked at me and said, “Sam, am I as good as your wife was? I want to please you like she did. I will do whatever you ask me to do, no matter what.”

I looked at her and replied, “Gwen, you were terrific and are just as sexy as my wife was but we just met. How could I ask you to do what she did?”

Then Gwen responded, “I’ll tell you what we can do…let me live with you for six months and after that time you can decide on what to do. Is that fair?

I looked at her and replied, “That sounds reasonable. I would like that.”

SIX MONTHS LATER…

Gwen and I have gotten to know each other extremely well over the last six months.

One night over some wine we discussed our future. I said to Gwen, “Well sweetheart, I think we get along real fine and are very compatible in every way, especially in the bedroom. I would like it to be a permanent situation. What do you say?”

Gwen replied, “I agree with you Sam. I have never been happier than I have been for the last six months. You have taught me so much. Tell me something, am I as good as your wife was?”

I looked at her and replied, “Yes, you are. But there are a couple of things we haven’t done yet and I would like to do them.”

Gwen answered, “Whatever you want, I will do.”

I told her that we would be going up to the cabin this weekend and I have asked a couple of friends to join us, a sort of six month anniversary party. Is that ok?”

She told me that it would be perfect and was looking forward to it.

Friday afternoon came and we drove up to the cabin. We brought all the food and drink inside and got the place cleaned up and ready for our guests.

I told Gwen that two of my friends were going to join us along with their wives or girl friends. I also told her that she was to be the perfect hostess for the weekend.

She said that sounded like fun. I also told her that they are all nudists as well.

That night, Gwen and I had great sex until the early morning hours. We had breakfast and got last minute things taken care of.

By noontime, my friends arrived. Jack and his wife Susan and Jim and his girlfriend Ruby arrived. After all the introductions, I told our guests to get comfortable and they wasted no time in getting naked.

I saw Gwen getting an eyeful of their cocks and cunts and saw her cute little devilish smile.

We all had lunch on the deck and enjoyed the peace and quiet. After lunch, the women cleaned up and Gwen brought out glasses of wine for everyone.

After an hour or so, I made an announcement, “Gwen and I want to thank you for joining us on our six month anniversary. My late wife would have been proud to know Gwen. And, as you all know, my late wife enjoyed your company immensely and for that reason, Gwen wants to follow in her footsteps and this will be her first time. That being said, I offer Gwen to the four of you for the time you are here, to do as you wish. Enjoy her like you did my late wife. Thank you.”

Everyone raised their glasses and thanked us for the weekend.

We finished our wine and then

Jack and Jim escorted Gwen to the bedroom. With a twinkle in her eyes, she laid down between the two men.

Both men started playing with her as we all watched. Jack’s cock must have been 8″ hard and Jim’s cock at least 7″ and both cocks were thick.

As they each sucked a nipple, Gwen’s hands were wrapped around their cocks, slowly massaging their shafts.

Jack was the first to move his mouth to her cunt and he started eating eryaman escort her while Jim was kissing and feeling her up.

Then, when Jack finished, Jim mounted Gwen and wasted no time in slipping his cock into her cunt. While Jim was fucking her, Jack moved his cock to her mouth and she practically swallowed it, giving him a blow job.

The women cheered Gwen on and soon both men said they were going to cum.

A few more thrusts and Jim pulled his cock out and shot stream after stream of cum all over her while Jack shot his cum into her mouth and we all watched her swallow every drop.

The guys got up and sat on the couch to rest as the women changed places with them.

Susan and Ruby joined Gwen on the bed. Susan immediately started kissing Gwen. Her lean body and big tits pressed up against Gwen’s body as she started sucking her erect nipples. Jim’s still wet cum being rubbed all over Gwen by Susan.

Ruby wasted no time in eating Gwen. She got into 69 with Gwen and we could all clearly hear the lapping of Ruby eating Gwen.

Soon, they switched positions and we watched Gwen enjoy every second of their assault.

It didn’t take long before all three women were screaming out that they were going to cum. We watched as their bodies shook with one orgasm after another until all three women were spent.

After that, Gwen said she needed a rest and we all took a break and had some more wine. Jim’s cum still all over Gwen.

The rest of the day was pretty much the same. Both Jim and Jack fucked Gwen one on one as did the women, all to my enjoyment and Gwen’s.

After dinner, it was more of the same until I suggested that it was time for Gwen to get her ass fucked as well as DP’d with all of us enjoying Gwen at the same time throughout the night.

We made Gwen get on all fours. With her tits hanging down and swaying back and forth, the two women got on their backs and slipped underneath Gwen and each sucked a nipple. I lined up behind Gwen’s asshole, got my cock lubed up and started slipping my cock into her ass until it was completely in her. As the women enjoyed their sucking, I shot my cum into my love’s ass. As soon as I finished cumming, Jack slipped his cock into her ass, fucked her hard and shot his cum into her ass. Then Jim got his cock in her ass and after a few thrusts, filled her ass with his cum.

When he pulled his cock out, all our cum poured out of her ass and down. Susan and Ruby wasted not a drop as they lapped up all our cum.

We let Gwen rest while we went inside and talked about Gwen. I told them that Gwen was as good as my late wife was and they agreed.

I told them that after this weekend, I was going to ask her to marry me as long as she was going to follow in my late wife’s footsteps.

Jack then said, “Sam, why not ask her now, while we are all here? And, if she says yes, we can all share her like we did with your late wife.”

I looked at them and agreed to ask her tonight.

After almost an hour, Gwen joined us and Susan handed her a glass of wine.

I told her I had something to say to her.

I looked at her as she sat there naked and I said, “Gwen, for the last six months that we have known each other and lived together, I know I have found the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. I would like you to be my wife and to Join me, without any doubt or trepidation, in our lifestyle.”

We all looked at Gwen and waited for her reply. In a minute we had it. She said, “Six months ago when you saved my life, I told you I would do anything for you and that I wanted to follow in your late wife’s footsteps. To that point, I think I have and more importantly, I want to continue in following in them, wherever it leads. So, to answer your question, I can’t wait to be your wife and join you in our lifestyle.”

Everyone applauded and Gwen said, “I want you all to know how much this weekend means to me. I want to thank all of you for letting me be a part of your lives. I will never refuse any of your requests, no matter where or when. I am yours and anyone who you want to enjoy me.”

I stood up and looked at Gwen and said, “I have been blessed a second time with a woman who is going to follow in my late wife’s footsteps and with the same name. What more could a man ask for. Ladies & gentlemen, let’s go and enjoy my future wife, Gwen.”

We all went to the bedroom and I got on my back and Gwen straddled me. She then lowered her cunt and my cock disappeared in her. I pulled her toward me and Jack placed his cock at her asshole and slowly inserted his cock until his balls were slapping against her.

We both got into a rythm in fucking her. Her moans got louder and louder and Jack and I both came in her at the same time as she had multiple orgasms.

When we pulled out our cocks our cum poured out for Susan and Ruby to enjoy.

EPILOGUE

The following week, Gwen and I got married. We have been married 10 years now and we have a great lifestyle.

Gwen never says no to our friends and has made me the happiest man in the world.

I know some people would say we were disgusting, me a cuck and her a slut but we really don’t give a fuck what they say. We enjoy what we do and have never looked back.

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