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Chapter 57: Gracious Fate

“Nnnhhh…” Syrinx stirs weakly in the bed. She can feel a lukewarm press on her forehead. Her body is so weak and shaky, not to mention abnormally hot.

“God, finally…” Came Kevin’s voice. Syrinx opens her eyes and looked to the side to see her boyfriend by her side. “You’ve been out for 3 hours, I couldn’t wake you up.”

“I see…” She muttered.

“You had me worried sick, baby…” Kevin whined, “I thought you said you were fine.”

“… I was wrong.” Syrinx admitted, “I’m not fine at all…”

This would normally be the part where Kevin starts a parade over the very fact that Syrinx has confessed to being wrong about something she said, but now is not the time.

“I can see that.” He said, “You nearly gave me a heart attack when I saw you lying there.” Kevin traced his fingers along her cheek.

“I thought I’d be ok for at least one more week,” Syrinx continued, “But my time is up…” The mermaid said sadly, “I’m at my limit…”

“You mean…” Kevin’s insides sank as her unusually downed tone confirmed the worst part of their relationship. Syrinx’s hazel eyes looked to the face of her very tall mate.

“It’s time for me to go back…” She told him with remorseful eyes.

~~~

“I have come,” The sea-garmented man said, “For the Coshiton.”

“Hhh?!”

“Hhh?!”

Both men gasped quietly at him. Adam puts a hand near the small pouch of his motorbike that contained a tazer he once bought a long time ago for self-defense. Merrick stood in shock and fear as he looked at the strange merman before them. The man began to take a step toward them-

“Stop!” Adam commanded. The man did so, his green eyes looking to him, “What do you want with him??”

“That is none of your concern, Human.” The merman stated, “My business is with the Piscien standing by your side.”

“What…” Merrick took a small step back, “How did…” Every single merfolk instantly know a mermaid or merman when they see one, even in human form. However, it should be impossible to tell whether they’re Piscien, Amnien, or Holsien without water.

“I assure you, I mean you no harm.” The merman said calmly, “I merely request a meeting with you, Coshiton.”

“Why? Who are you?” Merrick asked.

“My name is Samudra.” The merman answered, “I am a Triton of the Holsien merfolk.”

“What?” Adam quirked his head as he looked curiously at him, “Merrick, is he really?” Adam asked.

“Very doubtful.” Merrick said cynically, “He is unarmed. A true Triton would rarely abandon his trident — it’s their weapon as well as an extension of their identity. So tell me!” Merrick spoke up, “Who are you really? And if you are a Triton, then where is your trident? And while you’re at it, how are you even walking?”

“I am indeed a Triton,” Samudra said, “It is true I should have my trident in my hand. However, I chose to leave it with my pod as a gesture of humility and peace. As for my ability to walk: Unlike you and a few other merfolk I know dearly, I have taught myself to use my legs in human form.” Samudra explains plainly, keeping himself steady, “I am here now to speak with you.”

“Me…?”

“Why?” Adam opened the pouch. Samudra’s eyes catch him taking a device out of the pouch on his strange, large contraption, “What do you want with him?”

“As I have said, that is none of your concern.” Samudra repeated sternly, “What happens in our world is of little consequence to those who cannot understand. Piscien.” He turns to Merrick, and offered his hand, “I humbly request a private audience with you. I promise that you will not be harmed in any way. You have my word.”

“…” Merrick’s sapphires locked onto Samudra’s emeralds as a pause stemmed by. After a moment, Merrick took a step back away from him.

“You refuse?” Samudra asked.

“I can’t trust someone I just met.” Merrick leered at him, “The last time I left with someone I didn’t know simply because they’ve asked…” His fist clenched as anger started to flow in his blood, “I nearly completely lost my sanity to endless pain and misery.” Samudra’s eyes widened with initial shock, “My own mind turned me into a blind monster several times before I was freed a prison that I did not deserve!”

“We don’t know who you are,” Adam stepped in front of Merrick protectively, “Or what you want. But whatever you have to say to him, you can be sure that you’re not saying a word without me by his side.” Adam moved his free hand backward, and Merrick held it in turn.

Samudra looked at the pair. The way this human has that small weapon in hand, and how he puts himself between him and the Coshiton… His sharp green eyes looks to Merrick’s blonde hair, and sees a bead of sweat slowly slide down his head.

“…” Samudra lowers his hand, “I understand. I will not ask you to speak with me alone. The reason I asked to meet face-to-face was a precautionary measure against a human who knows nothing of merfolk to keep our world safe. However, Eryaman Escort I assume that you may already have a firm grasp of merfolk, correct?”

“Yes. I know a lot about mermaids and mermen, and I know to keep it all a secret.”

“I see.” Samudra nodded, “However, I still request to speak with you — the both of you, as it seems.”

“Why?” Merrick asked, “What business do you have with me?”

Samudra’s mouth gave a very subtle smile.

“The same business I have with any other fellow Coshiton.”

Adam and Merrick gapped at the man from his statement. Samudra rose his other hand up, and held it up for them to see a symbol of a crescent moon that has been halved with a line dash on each half.

“I AM you.” He added.

A pause whistles with the wind as they stood, starring at the merman before he lowered his right hand.

“… Alright.” Adam walked back to the side of his motorcycle, and put his tazer away, but still keeping a close eye on Samudra. “We’ll hear you out, but lets meet somewhere more secluded.”

“I agree.” Samudra nodded.

“If you walk along the beach behind you for at least an hour or so, you’ll find a house surrounded by a wall of driftwood. Er… A house is-“

“I know what a human house is.” Samudra said, “And I am somewhat familiar with human time as well.”

“Ok then. When you get there, wait for us by a black pit with burnt wood with some large rocks around it. We’ll talk there.”

“Very well.” He simply said. Samudra turned around, and started walking.

Adam turned and came to Merrick, who hugged him tightly.

“Adam…” Merrick mumbled, his heart pounding from this whole ordeal, “… I’m scared… I don’t thing I can go though this…”

“I know. It’s ok, sweetie…” Adam muttered, “I won’t let him hurt you if he tries anything…”

~~~

Syrinx and Kevin walk to a spot near the ocean — a private reef on the other side of the island. Instead of normal clothing, Syrinx now wears a rather strange, and quite revealing apparel: A few sashes of old fishnet in a sort of shawl-like fashion wrapped around her chest and hips, a bra of white scallop shells holding her breasts — an item of clothing inspired by Disney, no doubt. And she carries a short saber made of a spiral shell tied securely to a halved broomstick.

“Pleeeeaaase, Syriiinnx!” Kevin whined as the sky slowly became darker, “Please don’t goooo. Can’t you just drink more water instead of coffee for a while? Maybe that’ll make you stay longer!”

“Oh, man up,” Syrinx laughed, “It’s just a few moons, you baby.”

“But it always feel like centuries!” Kevin complained.

“You’ll live.” She said as she came to the edge, “Well, here we go again. My boss has given the next few moons before I come back.”

“Try to be back sooner this time.” The tall man whimpered, “It really does feel longer when you have to leave.”

“Awww, baby gonna miss me~?” Syrinx cooed. She chuckles as she rubs his cheek, “You’ll be fine. I’ll come back when my body is ready again. I’ll bring back a sea slug for you, kay?”

“Oh, would you cut that out already??” Kevin snapped weakly.

“With that reaction? Never~” She grinned. The two shared one last passionate kiss, holding onto each other endearingly for one more moment, “… I love you, Beanstalk.”

“I love you too, Sea Bitch.” Kevin said with a wounded snicker.

“Hey, lay off the bitch-stuff.” She lightly slapped his cheek at the comment. “Stay tall, Handsome.” She kissed his lips again, before turning, and dove right into the ocean.

Her body instantly transforms from her human form. Her long, dark red hair shortens to her shoulders. Her skin breaks out in a surface of tight rubber in a reddish color, with curled lines and designs along her body emphasized by a subtle magenta toned color and a thin layer of fuzz on the designs. He legs morphed together as her feet combined and flattened into a dolphin-like tail that appears as a feather-type shape, almost like that of a sea lion in a whale fashion. The fuzzy red-pink swirled designs appear on her arms as well as her torso, and around her face before, just as her hands became webbed paws. Upon her forehead painlessly grows a spiraling horn that lengthened to 5 inches long.

The Amnien mermaid of Narwhal/Sea Lion traits swims deep into the water. As she waved her tail up and down, Syrinx began to sing. Her voice bounces and echoes loudly within the water.

Swimming in no direction in particular, Syrinx continues to play her wordless melody, as if trying to allure the attention of any living creature. She looks to the side while still vocalizing an eerie, almost mystical song. She smiles as she loops to the side, and began to aim for a different destination.

Through her continuous singing, she can hear a subtle, drawing bleating of a goat…

~~~

Merrick’s stomach churns inside him as he looks out the window. It’s almost completely Sincan Escort dark outside, but he can still see the man from the beach — Samudra the Triton. But he also claims to be a Coshiton, just like him, and he has a symbol to prove it. Just seeing him… Watching him standing outside, looking up to the sky to gaze at the stars, it gives no end to Merrick’s unease.

At the very least, Samudra now has his trident with him this time — from the looks of it, a Noita must have worked her power into a branch in order to give it a specific 3-pronged shape, as opposed to Kaiken’s trident, which was a long shaft with two anchor prongs tied to the top.

Adam walks next to Merrick, holding a lighter and some fire fluid. He feels Merrick’s shoulder, hugging him carefully, and feeling his mate shaking terribly.

“It’s going to be alright, babe…” Adam muttered, “I’ll stay right next to you… I won’t let anything happen to you…” Merrick takes a few shaky breaths as he nodded. “Ok…” Adam took Merrick’s hand, and walked with him outside, “Lets see what he wants…”

Moments later, the sky is completely dark and filled with tiny twinkling lights. A roaring fire crackled in the old circular brick-built pit, biting and popping on the wood burning within.

Samudra sits on one of the smooth rocks that are placed around fire pit, his trident planed in the firm sand-covered grass right next to him, while Adam and Merrick sit side-by-side opposite of Samudra.

“So… Merrick, was it?” He began, “The Capricorns inform me that you have been proving to be difficult to retrieve.”

Merrick’s insides sank as his eyes widened, “Capricorns??” He said as panic began to elevate inside of him, “You… Are you the Capricorn’s master??”

“Hahahaha,” Samudra chuckled lightly, “No, I am not. The Capricorns have no master. Only wards of which they guide and protect.”

“They?” Adam asked, “There’s more than one?”

“Yes. In Ancient Times, after the fall of the Kingdoms, the Sea Mother sent the Capricorns as guides to the merfolk as they prepared for their new lives in the sea. Originally, they were their own species with no affiliation to any other creature.” He explained, “However, as time passed, as centuries cycled and grew, the Capricorns, though few and long-living, breed and live on, and eventually assumed the traits and form of other creatures of the ocean. And now there are four sorts of Capricorn — that of the three variations of merfolk, and the ones who retain the original form of the first Capricorns.”

“… But if you are a Coshiton, then how are you still alive?” Merrick queried, “As I understand, the Capricorns guide lost merfolk to safe haven. But with Coshitons, they’re said to guide them to a merciful death in order to spare them of the sea’s many terrors.”

Samudra nods, “Yes… That is indeed the common belief… However, the Capricorns are actually why I wish to talk to you…” The merman looked up at the two of them, “Perhaps I shall tell you my past… I can see that you do not know many truths.”

“Your past?” Adam asked, “Does it tie in with why the Capricorns hunt Coshitons?”

“Yes.” He nodded, “I will tell you the truth, and tell you all that you must know about the waves of your fate.” Adam and Merrick sat there, bracing themselves.

“Long ago,” Samudra started, “When I was the Adra Triton of my pod — several years older than you are now.” Merrick nodded as he kept his eyes on the other merman, “I once committed the violation of a Sacred Law.”

“What did you do?” Merrick asked.

“Hmph.” Samudra closed his eyes, “It was not what I did. It was what I was unable to do.” He reopened his eyes, “My sin… Was failing to find a mate by the 50th red moon of my life.”

“What??” Merrick looked at him with disbelief.

“Wait, back up,” Adam said, “You mean you were banished because you didn’t find a mermaid to be your Noita in time?”

“You are half correct — my crime was that I did not find a mate. Being an Adra had nothing to do with the Sacred Law.”

“I’ve never heard of that sort of Sacred Law,” Merrick stated, “It sounds contradictory to the ideal of merfolk trying to survive and reproduce as best as we can.”

“There are similar, same, and different Sacred Laws between the three creeds of merfolk.” Samudra answered. “One Law from the Amniens rule that they are not permitted to journey a trench alone. Another such Law of the Pisciens forbids them from consuming any sort of food from the land. For Holsiens such as myself, one of the Sacred Laws states that a merfolk must find a mate by the red moon of 50 nights, or they shall be banished for existing as a unsupportive member of the pod.”

“But… That’s crazy!” Adam said, “They can’t just kick you out just because you didn’t meet the right mermaid yet!”

“They have… Human?”

“A-Adam.”

“Adam.” Samudra said. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the fire, “My Mother was so bitter when Etlik Escort I did not find a Noita to take her place… She wanted me gone on that very night… However…”

“As an Adra,” Merrick said, “You were entitled to a second chance. Just as the Triton and the Noita.” Samudra closed his eyes and nodded.

“Yes. It was all for naught though… For the next red moon, the 51st of my life, I did not find a mermaid to bond with me.” He looked back up, “And so I was exiled from my pod.”

“That’s awful…” Adam commented.

“Indeed…” Samudra said, “Isolated, alone, I swam in the open ocean, with my Mother’s power still burning in my hand from the mark she branded on my flesh. I did not know where to go, who would have me, a rogue among merfolk…” Samudra rubbed his left thumb around the halved moon image on his palm.

“It was not long, however,” Samudra looked up, “Before a Capricorn found its way to me. Out from the endless abyss of the sea, came this strange creature. When it came to me, it nuzzled my hand, the one that holds the emblem of my sin.” Samudra’s fingers closed in on his hand, “It knew I was alone, it felt my soul to be earnest and desperate to be protected in numbers…” Samudra held at his wrist, “No sooner did the Capricorn come to me, when a fully grown Nalcious Eel swam right beside me.”

Merrick gasped from that, while Adam wasn’t so sure what he meant, “The Nalcious Eels are said to be the most sinister and malevolent of creatures in the ocean… Even an infant would devour an adult merfolk without hesitation. And yet, it bypassed me and the Capricorn, as if we were a reef to avoid.”

The merman’s green eyes looked up to the two males, “The Capricorn did not come to guide me to my end. It saved me from a violent demise just by arriving.

“Though I had nothing to offer the Capricorn, no treasures or reward to give to it, no reason to tribute for it to have more to do with my forsaken existence, the Capricorn never left my side.” Samudra continued with a strong presence inside of him, “The Capricorn never guided me anywhere — instead, it followed me. It would not abandon a merman that was cast out by a ridiculous law. A Capricorn never fears the ocean, for nothing can find one except for those it seeks.

“I once considered starting life anew on land — despite my loyal friend, I admit of being curious of how I would fair.” He chuckled lightly, “Needless to say my venture on dry ground was not as favorable as I may have thought. Moving about was nearly impossible on it’s own, let alone trying to discern food from naught. Even then, it did not take long to realize that I could not survive on the land…” Samudra shook his head, “After stranding myself on land for 18 suns, I was near death…” His eyes cast down before the fire, “I have never felt so weak and alienated.” He looked back up, “So I returned to the sea, where the Capricorn was waiting for me to return, looking as if it had one a wager with me.

“After a short time has passed, a red moon once again appeared in the sky — my 52nd red moon.” He smirked weakly as he continued to look at the fire, “You can imagine how I felt. I felt as if I was being forced to forgo what humans call a Holiday. Because of what happened, I felt as if I was not meant to find love…” He looked up at Merrick, “That is until the waves of fate graced me with yet another blessing in my cursed beginning.

“As you know, under a red moon, pods of merfolk gather, of their own respective creed. I happened upon a gathering of Piscien pods. I have never seen so many Pisciens in one place. They looked so vibrant and wild, all of them in a dance of passion — exactly how I have danced for 51 red moons…

“As I watched, an amazing thing had happened to me…” He looked at both of his hands, “Before I have even realized it, I was glowing with the light of the Sea Mother’s love. At the time, my eyes were looking upon a Lionfish mermaid. Her body was shimmering with the same aura as mine, and her eyes were looking directly into mine.”

Samudra continued on, “I had finally found my mate. My one, true love. It did not matter that I was already banished, or the irony of finding my mate after eight moons of being forsaken by my pod, not even the fact that she was a completely different race than me. The heart of the Sea Mother gave me perfect clarity when I found my mate.”

“So…” Merrick said, “Your love?”

“Yes…” Samudra nodded, “She was a normal mermaid when we fell in love. However, as a Triton, my bond forever blessed her with the grace and power of the Sea Mother, and transcended her into a Noita.”

“I imagine that must’ve complicated things a little…” Adam said.

“I believe so,” Samudra said, “A Piscien and a Holsien — two different kinds becoming mates is a Sacred Law that is shared by all three races of merfolk. Once the red moon had ended, she declared to her entire pod that she was leaving them.” Adam and Merrick looked surprised, “She had the courage to denounce herself to the pod for being in love with a Holsien, that she did not care about the consequences or judgments of her pod, but would not allow the Sacred Laws to keep herself from me…

“And so my mate, Vanora, was exiled from her pod — on the basis of having broken two Sacred Laws, as a Noita.”

“Wait, TWO laws?” Adam asked.

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Disclaimer: These are fantasies of mine at a real-life adult video store in Dallas named Adult New Releases. The setting, environment and devices described are all real. These stories describe extremely unsafe sex practices which is why I am “living them out” thru these words. In a perfect, disease free world, I would absolutely submit willingly to each and every one of these. Have amazing, mind-blowing sex everyone, just be safe out there.

This particular book store has an arcade right as you walk in, movies and toys to the right and a hallway leading to the left that has preview rooms for couples or individuals that want to pick their own movie to watch. When you walk into the arcade, it is laid out in a square with rooms primarily on the inside of the square. Each room has a leather couch, some are a full size couch and some are love seats. Each room has a big TV to show your selection and another big TV showing quick snippets of other channels so that you can switch to another video right away. What attracted me to this arcade is what is inside of each room. I was completely shocked when I first saw it. Each room has one of 7 different items in the room. They are always located in the inside corner of the room, by the door, next to the couch. They items are one of the following:

* A floor to ceiling slab of wood making a makeshift wall with a glory hole cut out and a stool to sit on (you are still in the same room, but can enjoy the anonymity of the glory hole if you so choose and then if you want more, you don’t have to change rooms). The stools are toilet seats on metal legs so I imagine someone can lay under it and eat your ass or you can partake in scat fetishes.

* A square stage with a stripper pole.

* A massage table but with no head rest.

* A smaller, square, lower to the ground massage table, better for being bent over and fucked.

* A large rig with a harness that you can lay in on your back, be suspended in mid-air at waist height and have your arms and legs strapped in.

* A platform with a large “X” made out of wood with wrist and ankle straps so that you can be tied up and restrained while standing (either face forward or facing back)

* A stockade (for those that don’t know what a stockade is, it’s an old device used to display criminals in the middle of town. It had two pieces of wood with holes for your hands and head that were big enough for your wrists and neck, but too small for you to pull out when the top piece was fastened to the bottom piece.) When in the Stockyard, you face the couch and your ass is facing the wall with the door on it putting you parallel to the back wall of the room.

Now that you know about the place, we can move on to each adventure.

ANR – Ch. 03: The Harness

Throughout the week, I ventured up to my favorite adult book store during lunch and sucked off several guys. These were plain, cock-sucking sessions that held me thru the week as I anticipated my next evening session where I would try out one of the devices in the rooms.

Friday came and I dressed in some nice jeans, no underwear, a t-shirt and some sandals and drove out, arriving at around 10pm. I noticed group of well-dressed white men standing at the smoking area. They were talking and smoking, dressed in slacks and nice polo shirts.

I walked up, pulled out a cigarette and faked not having a lighter and asked them for one. One of them gave me one and we started up a conversation. They were in town for a convention and decided to check out an ABS for some action as they couldn’t risk doing it at home and their wives finding out. They asked if this one had a theater to which I replied it didn’t, but when I told them about the rooms and the devices, they perked up and asked me more questions and if I ever used them.

I told them about my adventures last weekend and were laughing and telling me how hot it all sounded and said things about how freaky I was. I just smiled and flirted with them and said, “hey, what can I say? I like sex and being used.”

They were all crowded around and began asking me if I was here tonight to get used again and I said, ” well, that’s why I’m here. I want to try out the harness tonight, but where, oh where Cebeci Escort can I find some good company?” I smiled at them and they smiled back.

One of them said, “well, we’d be more than happy to keep you company tonight. Show us the way.”

We flicked our cigarette butts and walked to the door, me leading the way, them following. My cock was already hard as we entered the place and went back to the arcade. I led them to one of the rooms with the harness rig and we all entered, shutting the door behind us.

I went over and put $20 in the machine and found a gay video of one guy being fucked by a group of guys. The men were checking out the harness and how the recipient would be suspended on their back at waist height and how their arms and legs could be strapped in.

“This will put you at our control, we could do whatever we wanted to you while your in this,” said one of the men.

“That’s the point, isn’t it? I get used like I want and you can indulge in whatever fantasies your wives aren’t fulfilling for you at home. It’s a win-win,” I said and then peeled off my clothes.

“Anything off limits,” said one of the other guys.

“Beyond extreme pain and you all taking a dump on me, I’m pretty much game for whatever you all wanna do to me,” I replied.

The men all stripped out of their clothes, their bodies, similar, were slim and toned, a usual for many business men who understand appearances go along way in the corporate world. They all had nice cocks, not too huge, but ranging from probably 6.5″ to 8″. They came over to me and I got on my knees and the first one stepped up and I opened my mouth, allowing him access. I began to bob up and down on his cock, taking it all the way in my mouth and reached out to grab two more. I stoked those as I sucked the first guy for a bit then moved to the next cock. I went all around to each cock, taking each to the hilt and sucking a bit. It was fun, enjoying the different sizes and feelings of their cocks.

I stopped as the action was a little too reserved and I looked up at them and said, “come on guys, you can get a gingerly blowjob from your wives anytime you want. This is a time to live out your fantasies. Use me, hard, don’t hold back. You won’t break me or freak me out.”

The men, noting the sincerity in my voice, closed in and really went wild. They fucked my mouth harder, slamming their cocks into my mouth, one at a time and slapping my face and head with their cocks. I figured they needed more encouragement, so I pulled them by their cocks so that I could get two in my mouth at the same time. I slobbered over the two in my mouth and the other two kneeled down and began groping my ass, squeezing it and spanking it.

I pulled off of the two in my mouth and said I had some lube in my jeans pocket. One got up to grab it while the other one continued exploring my firm ass cheeks. He returned and I heard the cap being opened then liquid being poured generously between my cheeks. The guy that had stayed rubbed it around before jamming a finger into me roughly. With his finger in, he began to shake my ass, trying quickly to open my hole. I felt the other guy stick a finger in as well which elicited a moan from me around the two cock heads in my mouth.

They continued to manhandle my hole and open it up. The first guy reached up while opening me up and grabbed my left nipple and began to squeeze and twist it sending waves of electricity thru my body. I felt the second guy insert another finger in my ass to which I pushed back, signaling my desire to be filled.

“I think he’s ready,” said the guy with two fingers pulling my ass apart.

The guys fucking my mouth retreated and the other two removed their fingers leaving me empty. I felt them reach down and pull me to my feet and I quickly walked over to the harness and turned around so that my back was facing it and jumped in. I resituated myself properly in the device and the men came over and strapped my hands in and then raised my legs up, strapping them in as well. I was now at their mercy with my freshly opened ass at just the right angle and height for them to use as they wished. I’m sure if you would have looked at it, you would have Kolej Escort seen my pucker quivering from anticipation.

The guy that had retrieved the lube stepped up between my spread legs and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down the spread crack of my ass. He teased my hole, rubbing the head around and around, starting to push, but then going back to sliding it around again. The two that had been mouth fucking me were on either side groping my body, and rubbing their hands all over. The guy on my right leaned in and began kissing me while the other leaned down and began licking my left nipple and kissing my chest.

“Beg me for my cock,” said my soon-to-be sodomizer and I pulled away from the kiss and said, “please, fuck, use me, fuck my ass, I need it so bad.” I wasn’t lying either. I needed his cock, all their cocks, to fuck me and use me.

He pushed with his cock and I felt the head enter and him push farther, my ass opening up to him, letting him in and wrapping around his cock. I threw my head back in ecstasy, enjoying the feeling of having a cock sliding in and filling me as it sent waves of pleasure thru me. With my head back, the man that was kissing me attacked my neck and licked and kissed it sending more waves of pleasure thru me.

The man started pulling back and then slammed into me and began to fuck me hard and deep. I was in total bliss as he fucked me and two others were kissing and licking on me. The last guy squeezed in on my right side and leaned down taking my throbbing cock into his mouth. The feeling was too much and I screamed that I was going to cum. The man fucking me rammed me harder and I exploded into the other man’s mouth. He continued sucking as he drained me and pulled off and pushed the other man that was licking my neck out of the way and grabbed the back of my head and spit my cum out all over my face. He spit a few more times on my face and all I did was moan and stick my tongue out trying to lap up what I could reach. The act was so demeaning, yet so exciting too. No one had ever spit on me before, let alone spit my own cum on me.

The man fucking me pulled out of my ass saying something about not wanting to cum yet and the guy that had been licking my nipples stepped up between my legs and inserted his cock. He began to quickly fuck me with deep, strong thrusts that pushed me and the harness back every time he buried himself in me. One of the guys got behind my head in the harness and held me still and said, “there you go boy, that way you can feel every inch of his cock bury into your ass, do you like that?”

I didn’t respond right away because I was lost in the feeling and he reached around and slapped my cum covered face and then grabbed me by the cheeks with one hand, squeezed and said, “You fuckin answer me motherfucker when I ask you a question, do you like this better?”

Shocked, but surprisingly turned on by the forceful, dominating attitude that had just developed, I said, “yes sir, sorry sir, it feels so good. Hold me here so he can thoroughly fuck me.”

“That’s better,” he said and released my face from his grasp. They got into a rhythm where not only would he hold me still, he would actually push me forward towards my fucker with each thrust.

“Yeah, fuck him,” they were saying, standing on either side and at my head, encouraging the other guy to fuck me. The would rub on my body, twist a nipple or two and stroke my cock that had surprisingly not gone soft.

They each took a turn in my ass, all pulling out before they came in order to maintain the session. We fucked for what seemed like ages and the would reapply lube to my ass every once in awhile. One guy turned on the lights and pulled out his phone and began to take photos of me. When the guy with the largest cock was fucking me, they got in close and he would pull out and the other guy would take a picture of my gaping asshole. He took pleasure in showing me my hairless hole that was red from the fucking and how it was so thoroughly used that it stayed open by itself.

He went back to fucking me again with his big cock and said he was close and was ready to cum. He pumped harder into me and grabbed me by my raised legs and Yenimahalle Escort grunted before slamming even harder and I felt him spasm and shake as he blasted my well used ass with his cum. The other guys were standing around and the next guy stepped up and instead of sticking his cock back in me, he jerked off feverishly and came all over my spread ass, my balls and my cock. The other two apparently liked this idea too as they stepped up and did the same thing, covering my genitals and exposed ass with two more loads of cum.

I laid there and they unlatched my right hand and told me to jerk my cock. I grabbed my cum soaked cock and began to jerk off with their cum as lube. It felt so amazing but as I was stroking, the guy between my legs said, “so, we can really use you to fulfill any fantasy of ours that doesn’t include extreme pain or shit, right?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Cool, I’ve always wanted to try something,” he said. I continued stroking while my eyes were closed and suddenly I felt a strong, hot stream of liquid hitting me right in my gaping asshole.

I heard them start laughing as I realized he was pissing on me and into my freshly used asshole. “John, you sick motherfucker,” laughed one of the other guys before saying,” I wanna get in on this too.” I felt another stream hit my body from my right side before the stream of hot piss moved its way up my chest to my face.

“Open up,” I heard him say and I did so, giving him a place to aim for. He aimed the stream up at my mouth and managed to get some in but was still hitting me in the face. The taste wasn’t bad and I assumed they were well hydrated because it was very watery piss. When my mouth would fill up, I would push it out of my mouth and let it cascade down over my face and drop to the floor.

The guy pissing in my ass finished and another guy stepped up and began pissing on me and aimed his stream at my cock as I was furiously masterbating. The warm piss felt great on my cock and I could feel myself getting close. He finished and I expected the last guy to piss on my body somewhere, but instead I felt him insert his cock into my ass and then let go with a stream INSIDE my ass. He would piss a little, pull out and let me empty out while continuing to piss on my hole and then push back in. The feeling of the slight fucking mixed with the strong, hot stream pulsing in my ass did it and I let rip my second orgasm of the night.

I laid there, completely spent, and the men were all laughing at the huge puddle they had created by pissing on me. “I feel bad for whoever has to clean this up,” said one of them which started another round of laughing. I could see them now trying their best to avoid the piss lake on the floor.

One of the guys unlatched my other arm and my legs and they all retreated to the other side of the room to clean up. I heard them say that they were glad there was some toilet paper in the room so they can wipe off the piss on their feet. I heard them passing it around tearing some off before I heard them start snickering a little. “Hey, you need some help out of that thing?”

“No, I’m good, I just want to lay here a bit.”

They said ok and one of them asked for my phone number for when they come back in town. I gave it and they said their goodbyes to me and left.

Shortly later, I maneuvered out of the harness and went to grab the toilet paper only to realize there was barely anything left. Now I know what they were snickering about. Thankfully laying in the harness had pretty much dried my chest off but my groin and ass and lower stomach were drenched from pee and cum. I wiped off what I could and said, “fuck it,” and got dressed before quickly leaving the room, arcade and then the building. As soon as I walked out with the lower part of my shirt wet and sticking to my body (my jeans were too, but they were dark so you really couldn’t tell), I heard laughing start coming from the smoking area.

I looked up and saw them before walking over to them.

“Very funny, guys,” I said giving them a playful “mean” look. This got them laughing again at my situation. I couldn’t help but join them in a laugh.

“Well, I’m off to go home and shower. If y’all are still in town tomorrow, I’ll be here ,” I said and the, still chuckling said that they might just have to stop by.

I left, walking funny from my gangbang and from the wet sensations between my legs. It had been a good night.

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I hope you liked it. I have one more chapter coming this week:

ANR – Ch. 04: The Stockade

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Chapter Seven-Atlas and Friends

He told me to take a couple of days to rest and heal. The next thing we do, will blow your mind.

He approached me after I was done training a couple of days later and asked me how I was. The day after our marathon sex session, I was in pain. My ass was sore and I felt bruised all over. I went to classes and back home straight to bed and slept right through to the next morning. He gave me an aloe Vera cream and I used it for two days. It worked miracles. My ass felt tight and ready to go again. In fact by the afternoon of the second day, I was missing that full feeling in my ass and craving hard sex.

Jim told me that he that he had a solution for my insatiable ass. Follow me slave and see what I have in store for you. He had laid out a different outfit for me this time.

A white thong, short white boy shorts, a black mesh t shirt and a leather baseball hat. There were black boots, a leather collar, a black eye mask and a cock ring to wear too. I put everything on, really excited about the outfit, and loving the full, engorged feeling of my cock imprisoned in a metal cock ring, that fit just right. Enough to let me know it was there but not too tight. It made my cock as hard as a jackhammer. I felt really sexy and slutty and I liked how it felt, especially with the mask on, I felt like I could be anyone I wanted to.

I’m taking you somewhere tonight he said and no-one will know you or recognize you with the mask on so don’t worry about being out like this. I’ve parked out back so we can go right out my shipping doors and no-one will see you.

Besides you have to do what I tell you don’t you slave. Yes master I said. That was how we did it after that second night. He wanted me to call him master and I was his sex slave. Whenever we were together I had to obey anything and everything he asked of me. I liked being out of control. He gave me a trench coat to wear and we left. We drove into the city and parked outside of a club and he led me inside.

It was dark inside with really loud music and lots of private tables around a large dance floor. The floor was full of men dancing, some barely clothed, lots of men dancing and making out. We went to a table he had reserved and there was a large black man sitting there. Chris he said this is Atlas. I found someone who can fill that beautiful hole of yours. Atlas was about 6 feet tall and around 240 pounds of pure muscle. He had a bald head, deep penetrating eyes and an incredible physique. I was really turned on.

He was shirtless and had a gold chain, thick and tight around his neck that matched two gold hoop earrings. His chest muscles were carved like granite and his shoulders and arms thick and defined. His body glistened and shined like fine Ebony. He smiled and motioned us over.

He stuck his large hand out and shook mine which just about disappeared inside his hand. His voice was like velvet.

“Hi Chris, Jim told me about you, but seeing you, you’re even more beautiful than what he said.”

I smiled shyly and he motioned to me to sit down beside him.

“Sit here, let’s get to know each other.”

I sat beside him and glanced down at his powerful thighs, carved and veiny. He was wearing a white thong, that really stood out on his beautiful dark skin. I sat beside him and he put his arm around and pulled me close to him.

“Let’s get Jim on the other side of you and have some fun.”

I moved closer and Jim slid in beside me tight to my body and pushing me against Atlas. Our thighs were touching and pressing against each other. I thought I had nice size to my legs but they were dwarfed by Atlas powerful thighs.

I felt Atlas big hand on my Cebeci Escort knee and turned to face him as his hand slide slowly up my thigh, he leaned in and kissed me fully, quickly parting my lips with his tongue, Jim’s hand went straight to my balls, grabbing them fully and squeezing and rolling them between his fingers, while rubbing the palm of his hand against the underside of my shaft. Atlas grabbed the waistband of my boy shorts and pulled them down and off of me, leaving me sitting in a bar with two men fondling me wearing nothing but a thong, a mesh shirt, black boots and mask and a cock ring, and I loved it.

Both of them were grabbing my balls and lifting me up with their hands and squeezing at the same time. Jim was twisting my erect nipples through the mesh shirt while Atlas rubbed his big hand on my cock and kissed me like he hadn’t kissed anyone before me. It was passionate, throaty and slutty at the same time. He was sucking my tongue and pulling me into his mouth, rimming my teeth with his tongue and kissing me fully on the lips, pressing into me, like he, loved me. It was overwhelming and I leaned in and really gave myself over to him.

I turned into him and Jim, slid over the thin band of my thong between my ass and stuck in his already lubed up finger deep into my puckered hole. I gasped and pushed back into his hand, while Atlas put his hand on my hip, turned my ass out towards Jim and started humping me, white thong against white thong. He whispered in my ear as he ground hard into me, you’re a beautiful man and I want to fuck you and then make love to you. I melted with his voice in my ear and pulled myself into his warm, strong arms. I whispered back, I’ve never made love, I’ve only been fucked.

He eased my head back and stared intently into my eyes, I’m going to make love to you tonight and he smiled at me, through me, to me in a way I’d never seen, till I met you Jay.

Jim had two fingers in me now and was really pumping my ass hard and treating me like the slut I had been and on the other side Atlas was making love to me. It was like two different types of sex at the same time and it made me deliriously horny. I felt sensual and slutty at the same time.

Jim looked at Atlas and said,

“let’s take my boy Chris to a room and show him what it means to really get fucked.”

Atlas smiled and said,

“Let’s do it”

We got up from the table and I followed Atlas with Jim close behind me. I was getting a lot of looks from the men in the bar and they looked like they wanted to put me down on a bed and fuck the shit out of me. It made me really horny imaging a roomful of men fucking me, one after the other all night. I was out of my mind with lust.

We went down a hallway into a room with a large, round bed and mirrors on the walls and ceiling. The lights were dimmed and I was ready. Lie down on the bed Chris. I laid down and both he and Atlas laid down on either side of me. Atlas put his hand on my balls and squeezed gently at first then harder and harder till I was fully arching my back and pushing my balls right up into his hand as he kissed me and twisted my nipples through my mesh shirt.

Atlas slid down and kneeled between my legs. He pushed my legs wide with his massive hands like they were twigs, lubed up his fingers and slid my thong to the side, sliding one thick finger up my hole. He twisted and pushed till it was deep inside me. Jim got on top of my face and hung his balls over my tongue. I started licking him and sucking his balls while Atlas worked his way up to two, then three fingers and I began really opening up for him. I wanted his cock inside me. He stood Kolej Escort up and slid down his thong and revealed a monster ten inch thick cock. He had average balls, but that cock was like a big python, coiled and ready to strike at my little ass.

He peeled down my thong and nudged the thick head against my aching nub, pushing and spreading my pink hole open as his thick head moved into my hole. He pushed harder and I could really feel myself stretching to try and take in this giant cock, when he pushed the head in I gasped and cried out loud in pain. It was huge and hurt a lot. I didn’t think I could do this.

I tried to breath and relax my ass for him. He moved back and forth with tiny movements, slowly inching that giant cock in until he could start fucking me. Slowly and surely it went deep inside of me, until I felt his balls and pubes right against my rippling, shaking ass.

He pushed his cock deeper and deeper till I felt like I was going to be split wide open. He grabbed my ankles and stretched my legs wide in a full split, my hole full of Atlas’ beautiful cock Jim was poised above my able and willing mouth, sliding his thick cock back and forth slowly into me. I was sucking and licking and panting for air, especially with each magnificent thrust of Atlas’ huge black cock deep into my succulent pink hole.

Atlas massive hands were digging into my hips and clenching me, pulling me deep onto his cock. He was moving slowly and sensually grinding and turning with each powerful thrust that felt like his cock was pushing right up into me. I was writhing and thrashing against his strong thrusts, impaled on his massive cock and Jim wasn’t letting up. He was humping my mouth like crazy. I wanted his cum and relief for my mouth to get more air in.

I was breathless and panting with insane lust filled joy as Atlas filled me like I had never been before. The way he was moving against me was so different than the way Jim fucked me. He was making love to me and I felt warm all over and with each massive thrust, felt closer and closer to him. Jim finally grunted and blasted a big thick load down my throat. He shuddered as I gulped down every drop and licked his shaft and suckled the end of his thick knob. He kept it in my mouth and I liked that feeling of his cock warm in my mouth.

Suddenly Atlas pulled me hard into him and arched his head far back crying out with the most beautiful sound. It was pure and almost wounded. His head was tilted back and his back arched, his whole body convulsing with the massive load he had blown deep into my ass. He held me tight and lowered his big frame down onto me, his shaft still buried deep in my soft hole. I reached around and held him warmly against me and kissed his ear and neck, whispering thank-you. He looked into my eyes and smiled so softly at me, my heart melted.

What a beautiful man he was, inside and out. I looked over and Jim was smiling at us with a twisted kind of grin. I had seen that look before, usually when he was whipping me.

“Let’s do a spit roast Atlas. This time I think I’ll steer from behind now that you have him loosened up. Get on your knees slut, “

He bellowed! Atlas looked a bit concerned at the way Jim was talking.

“You alright man. Maybe he needs a rest.”

“Trust me Atlas, he prefers it this way. His hole loves being filled with cock and anything else I can think of.”

He reached over to a bag he had with him and pulled out a massive dildo.

“Allow me to show you”

Atlas just looked at me and I smiled weakly and nodded. I wasn’t feeling things the same way as I usually did. I think Atlas saw it in my face.

“Maybe Yenimahalle Escort we let him rest Jim”, he said in a way that meant he better listen.

“Fine, I’ll go get us some drinks”, and he got up and put on a leather studded thong and a leather hat and boots and left us.

Atlas turned to me and said

“Lay down little prince, I’ll take care of you,” smiling that golden smile.

I laid down and he laid beside me, pulling me into his arms my head on his powerful chest.

His musky scent was turning me on and I felt my cock growing harder.

“Let me ask you Chris, why are you with Jim. I don’t think you want this kind of rough sex do you?”

I looked up at him and turned my head down, embarrassed.

“I like it actually.”

“Maybe you can find someone to love you while they do it for you Chris, have you thought of that?”

I shook my head.

“This kind of thing with Jim, will just get weirder and crazier, so I’m telling you, protect yourself and find someone to love you.”

“Like you I said shyly.”

He smiled and said

“Yeah but younger!” and laughed out loud.

I laughed too, just as Jim walked in.

He saw us laughing and cuddling and his face turned red with anger.

“Isn’t this cute. My slave is falling in love”

“Go easy Jim, ” Atlas said.

“I have a special treat for you Chris. You told me you wanted more than one man, so I called some friends. They’re here and ready for you.”

He smiled a wicked grin as two men walked in behind him. One was a short, stocky and massively built guy who looked like he was from the islands, Samoan maybe. The other was white, taller than Jim, with a big beard, dark brown hair and a powerful build. Thick shoulders and strong chest and thick strong legs. They were both shirtless wearing thongs and their bulges were beautiful. I couldn’t help but stare and wonder how good it would feel to be fucked by all of them. The Samoan had huge nuts and a thick stubby cock that was poking up almost out of his thong. The white guy’s cock was unreal. Perfect, thick and Long with big veins and nice nuts. Sweet, full and round.

Jim smiled as he saw the look on my face that he knew so well.

“Take a look at my boy Atlas, he wants this bad, don’t you Chris?”

I nodded, out of my head with desire.

Are you sure Chris, Atlas asked.

I nodded and smiled.

“I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he said

Jim laughed. “We’re just gonna have fun Atlas, relax buddy.”

The Samoan beckoned me over and I stood up, cock aching with desire. He motioned me over to him.

I started walking and Jim barked at me,

“Crawl slave!”

I got down on my knees and crawled toward him. I stopped in front of his legs that looked like marble and waited head down.

He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me up so I was kneeling and looking straight at his cock and giant balls.

“Suck me slave boy.”

I opened my mouth and cupped one of his balls through the thong reaching around grabbing his thick juicy ass. He was smooth all over. He pumped into my face and grabbed my hair with both hands grinding into my willing mouth. I heard the other guy come around behind me and got nervous and horny at the same time.

“Chris this is Kulu and Josh. They played ball with me and they are going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before and then Atlas and I and all of us at the same time. You’re gonna love it my little slut.”

I nodded and sucked harder on Kulu’s balls. He ripped his thong off and his thick , fat cock sprang up in front of me. I wrapped my soft lips around the impossibly large head and sucked it gently. I heard him moan as he pushed it into my mouth. It was so thick I had to stretch my mouth to fit it. He pumped in and out, pulling my hair hard with his hands and I opened wide, licking as it slide past my lips.

I felt Josh’s hands caressing my ass.

“Boy you have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna enjoy fucking you.

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Hey Guys! Here’s the fourth chapter of Back to You. Apologies for taking a little longer than usual to write this, but I’m sure the boys will make up for the wait.

Chapter 4: Best believe I’m taking full advantage

Matt leaned against his car, tapping his foot on the asphalt like it was the drumline to a particularly upbeat song. But the parking lot was silent, and for Matt, that meant dangerous territory. He was only waiting a few minutes for Oliver, but being alone in one place for too long was like wearing a bullseye on his back. He knew that things seemed to have cooled down this year- that maybe the bullies had noticed his larger frame and better definition on the muscles he didn’t know he had until recently. But no amount of boxing classes or improved time on his runs could ease the paranoia he felt after years of being preyed on. He breathed out, finally seeing Oliver peek through the gates of the soccer field. He strolled over as Matt attacked him with his eyes. Oliver looked damn good, dressed in a team shirt of a sport that Matt didn’t follow and gym shorts that swayed in every direction, leaving Matt hypnotized. They didn’t speak across the lot, instead choosing to use their eyes as the only method of communication.

As Oliver closed in, he acknowledged, “Hey, boyfriend.”

Matt bit down on his lip, loving the way that word rolled off Oliver’s tongue. He replied, “Hey, boyfriend.” His voice was low enough to only carry a small space between them, but to Matt that was all he needed.

Oliver snaked his finger around the waistband of Matt’s pants and, leaning the boy in, greeted him with a quick but passionate kiss. The minute their lips met, Oliver struggled to hold himself back. The taste of Matt on his lips was enough to send all the blood rushing to his cock, leaving an obvious tent within his gym shorts that could effectively dictate the flow of traffic.

Matt pulled away first, feeling the wetness of Oliver’s mouth on his lips. He muttered, “Ollie”, as he straightened himself.

Oliver flashed a cocky smile, wiping his lip, “Sorry, man. I guess I just got carried away.”

Matt faked a laugh as he swung his bag over his shoulder. He bit down on his tongue preventing himself from speaking the truth he so badly wanted Ollie to know. As he walked over to the driver’s side, he felt the weight of his back pack on his shoulder like the manifestation of Atlas, holding up the entire world. Here Ollie was, being fearless by kissing him where other people could see. Matt shook his head, knowing full well that he could never be as daring. Daring meant trouble. And trouble, Matt knew too well, always found a way to crawl into bed with him.

They hopped in the car and drove off. Matt was unnervingly quiet, driving the two of them as if Ollie was an instructor and he needed to pay close attention to every waking detail. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, keeping a perfect speed of 45 down the secondary streets- not a mile faster or slower. Oliver fell deeper into his seat, listening to the whirling cars beside them and realizing the radio hadn’t been turned on at all.

He looked over at Matt who was neither stealing glances nor attempting to touch him. Instead, he dug his fingers into the steering wheel so hard that Ollie swore he’d be able to pierce through the fresh leather. He spoke finally, breaking the silence they both endured, “Pull over.”

Matt looked over in a delayed reaction; unable to hear over the deafening silence that fell over the space. He asked, taking his concentration off the road, “What?”

Oliver persisted, not losing the same affirmative tone, “Pull over. Right here.”

Matt argued, “Ollie, I’m not gonna pull over, we’re in the middle of the road.” He looked over in time to see Ollie glaring at him with an expression that he wasn’t about to be questioned. He sighed, signaling just before pulling over. Matt turned off the car and tapped his fingers against the wheel- growing anxious from Oliver’s lack of an explanation.

Putting the boy out of his misery, Oliver commented, “You’re doing it again.”

Annoyed, Matt looked over, “Doing ‘what’ again?”

Oliver let a slight smirk grace his pouting lips, “That thing where you get all up in your head and don’t tell me what’s going on.”

Matt rolled his eyes, trying his best to sound convincing, “Ollie there’s nothing going on. Now can we please get going?” He reached over to the ignition, not waiting to hear an answer. But Ollie’s reflexes were faster- the boy leaned over and grabbed at Matt’s hand before trying to turn the key.

The two settled back in their seats with Matt quickly realizing that Oliver wasn’t going to back down. He breathed out, frustrated, “You kissed me in the parking lot.”

Oliver peered his eyes, not understanding what he had done wrong. He replied, waving his hands in the air, “So you’re mad cause I kissed you?” He could sense the tone in his voice, “Well newsflash Matty, we’re dating now, so you gotta get used to me wanting to kiss you.”

Matt shook his head, Büyükesat Escort yelling out, “Oliver!” The other boy looked at him with wide eyes. He could feel pain in Matt’s voice as it cut through his own mocking. Matt took a second to cool down, not wanting to yell at the only person who cared. He wasn’t mad at Oliver; he was mad at the situation he was stuck in. He wished that he could live in a world where he could kiss his boyfriend without fear of anyone else seeing. The world had been cruel to him, and it prevented Matt from being able to express how much he cared for the one person who’d ever been so kind. Lowering his voice, he explained, “You kissing me at school just puts a target on both of our backs. Anyone could have seen it and you don’t have to wonder what they’ll do- cause I’ve been there. I’ve been shoved into enough lockers and seen the end of too many fists to underestimate a bunch of bullies who fear something they don’t understand. Those guys practically made a sport out of kicking my ass and I never so much as talked to another boy for too long.”

Oliver fell silent as if stepping into Matt’s shoes. Matt continued, “And I swear I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if they hurt you for something that I started.”

Oliver could sense that Matt was seconds away from breaking down. So he reached over, gripping on Matt’s closed fist tightly. The boy slowly relaxed, easing up his hand to allow Oliver to slip his fingers inside the empty spaces. Oliver called out, “Hey, those guys aren’t going to hurt us. Matty, don’t let those assholes hold so much power over you. You’re not in this alone anymore, man.” Oliver raised Matt’s hand up and kissed it, brushing his lips against the bruised knuckle that looked like it was starting to heal. Oliver finished, catching Matt’s deep blue eyes, “You got me. And we’re a team now.”

Matt eased up, leaning over to Oliver and placing a gentle kiss on the boy’s lips. He could feel all of his worries wash away as Oliver’s mouth met his- unable to believe how he managed to steady him in times of unnerving motions. He sniffled, suddenly aware of how sappy the situation had become. He laughed slightly, “Guess it was about time for another one of my famous breakdowns.”

Oliver joined in, “Look man, you can break down all you need to. You feel things- and that’s what made me want to be with you.”

Matt raised an eyebrow, changing the tone of the conversation, “So it wasn’t my rugged good looks?”

Oliver kissed the boy’s cheek, feeling his lips press against the stubble of Matt’s sculpted jaw. He offered, “You’re gorgeous, dude.” That brought out a chuckle in Matt, finally free of the heaviness he built up before. Oliver pulled away slightly, whispering, “And that big cock of yours helps too.” He winked at Matt, who felt his cock grow within his pants just from being mentioned.

Matt shifted his pants, trying to find some angle to alleviate the pressure building inside his crotch as it pressed against the tight fabric. He grunted, “You can’t say shit like that to me, dude. Especially when there’s nothing we can do about it here.” There was a playfulness in Matt’s tone which made Oliver all the more happy to share some news.

Oliver’s face brightened up, “About that. Before you got all ‘brooding teen angst’ on me, I was gonna tell you something.” Matt raised his hands, waiting for Ollie to spit it out already. Oliver continued, amused at his boyfriend’s impatience, “My mom’s actually leaving on a business trip to Boston this weekend, so I get the house to myself.”

Matt’s head immediately swirled with all of the possibilities the weekend could hold- he could practically hear all the gears spinning at full speed. Still, Oliver decided to state the obvious, “Which means that you and I get to spend the weekend with no interruptions and no distractions.”

Matt flashed a sultry glare at Oliver, feeling his cock throb, “So when does she leave?”

Oliver shot back, “Tonight. She’s heading off to the airport just after seven.”

Leaning back into the headrest, Matt shook his head, “Seven! Dude what am I supposed to do for three hours?” Oliver knew that Matt was talking about the very noticeable bulge that remained in his pants. Licking his lips, he too couldn’t wait until the two of them were alone so he could wrap his lips around that thing. He reached over, squeezing firmly and causing Matt to moan out from the attention.

Oliver pulled away shortly after, leaning back into his seat and pulling over his seatbelt. He looked over at a stunned Matt, still reeling from the touch. Oliver reasoned, “I suppose you could jerk off.” He picked up seduction in his voice, piercing through Matt’s clear gaze, “But where’s the fun in that?” Matt groaned as he pulled back onto the road, not even bothering to match Ollie’s banter. He managed to go eighteen years without sex, yet he was almost positive those three hours would break him.

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The next three hours were agonizing for Matt. His cock stayed Elvankent Escort hard throughout the rest of the ride. And even though he tried to shift it around, it was no use. Every so often, he could feel the edge of the steering wheel graze against the fabric of his shorts causing him to moan softly to himself. Oliver proved no help either, taunting Matt by licking and biting down on his full lips. When they finally made it to Oliver’s driveway, the boy leaned over and slipped his tongue into Matt’s mouth. He felt his boyfriend’s quivering lips against his before biting down ever so gently. Oliver was taunting him and Matt would have been more angry, had he not looked so sexy doing it.

Some time after reluctantly parting ways, Oliver found himself in the hallway. He pressed his ear against his mother’s bedroom, hearing the clatter of footsteps and suitcases being zipped up. He made sure she was occupied as he grabbed the keys and slipped out of the house without being noticed. As he drove down the familiar street, his mind focused on one thing only: Matt. The past week had proven to be just as confusing for him as they were for Matt. In the span of a few days, he suddenly found himself with a best friend and a boyfriend who just so happened to be the same person. He smiled to himself at the thought of the boy, feeling his stomach leaping inside him. The one thing he was certain of among the newness of everything was Matt, and tonight, he wanted to prove it to him.

Oliver made it back home, slipping in just as quietly as he snuck out. He hurried up the stairs, clutching onto the plastic bag in his arms like his life depended on it. Closing the door of his bedroom, he emptied out the bag and examined the contents. He flashed a devilish grin, looking at the bottles of lube, packs of condoms ranging in size, and a few more items to prepare himself for the weekend. He wanted it to be special, and he wanted to prove to Matt that he was just as in this as he was.

A little after seven, Oliver finally texted Matt that the coast was clear and for him to come over. Matt sighed in relief instantly as he hopped off his bed and started to make his way over to Oliver’s with nothing but the clothes on his back, which he hoped, wouldn’t be on long. Stepping onto the driveway, he felt the cool evening breeze sweep across his skin. He kept it simple: dressed in a plain t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts that ran just above his knees, and sneakers. He bit down on his lip, feeling the cool air penetrate his corduroy shorts and blow against his exposed crotch beneath him. He didn’t feel the need to put on boxers before he left, a decision that he soon regretted as the exposure left his cock visibly hard against the soft fabric. He hoped that the darkness that was filling the sky would be enough to hide the bulge from his neighbors. But the rush and the hungry look on Oliver’s eyes when he opened the door made the thrill worth it.

Oliver looked down to see Matt’s noticeable bulge, raising an eyebrow, “Excited to see me?”

Matt glared at Oliver, pushing him hard up against the wall. Oliver eased up, allowing his hard body to be pressed against the drywall with little force. He looked into Matt’s eyes to see hunger. His tactics from earlier had worked and now he was about to reap the rewards of edging his boy on. Oliver broke the intensity, joking, “Pretty soon we’re gonna leave a dent in this wall.”

Matt pushed his lips against Oliver’s, shutting him up with a powerful kiss that left both of them breathless. He pulled away, seeing a matching lust in Oliver’s eyes. Matt affirmed, “Keep making cheap shots like the one you played this afternoon and there will be more than a dent.” He slipped his tongue into Oliver’s mouth before he could respond. Oliver dropped his hands, feeling Matt’s cock pressed firmly in his grasp. Matt licked the inside of Oliver’s mouth as if trying to gather as much of his taste as he could. He flicked his tongue against Oliver’s like two expert swordsman fighting for control. Oliver knew better, giving into Matt and allowing his mouth to be explored to its full extents. Matt pulled off slightly, breathing out, “God, Ollie you taste damn good.”

Oliver’s fingers took the compliment, working up the boy’s bulge so much that he could feel precum seeping through the thin fabric. His motions were quick, pressing his fingertips against the embossed shorts. Oliver pulled away to press small, quick kisses against Matt’s lips, slowing the boy down. He smiled, “I’m liking this new side of you, dude.”

Matt blushed hard as Oliver kept his quick kisses coming. He admitted, “I’ve been crushing on your ass since we hit puberty. Best believe I’m taking full advantage now that I can have you.”

Oliver softened his face at Matt’s words. He’d never seen him so confident and so sure of something- and that something just happened to be him. He grabbed Matt’s face, kissing him firmly on the cheek. The gesture would have been cute and juvenile considering their past, but Oliver’s Beşevler Escort firm grip on Matt’s swelling cock was anything but innocent. Matt continued to pour his hot breath into Oliver’s gaping mouth, oozing sex with every gust of wind. The boys paused for a second to catch their breaths, both with wide smiles sweeping across their faces as if realizing how much they enjoyed that moment. Oliver traced his finger at the wet spot left by Matt’s leaking cock, offering, “Let’s get you upstairs, lover boy.”

Matt nodded, kissing Oliver one last time before being led up the stairs. Their movements were slow this time around, knowing there wasn’t a need for urgency. They held onto each other’s hands long enough to feel the creases of skin like braille, telling the other every story there was to be told. When they reached the door frame, Matt peeked in, seeing Oliver’s room completely immaculate. The boy clearly picked up after himself, managing to store away all the piles of clothes scattered throughout the carpet floor. Matt loved the gesture, as if Oliver had made space for the two of them to share. As the bedside lamp illuminated the room, Matt could see the indent on the right side of the bed where Oliver had slept every night, and he hoped he could leave his own indentation. Wanting to make it a reality, he grabbed on Oliver’s shirt and pulled it over his head. Matt dove into Oliver’s chest, wrapping his tongue around the boy’s nipple, sucking hard. He continued to work that small piece of flesh, grazing it with his teeth, sending Oliver moaning loudly. After a few seconds, he pulled off, proud to see he managed to leave it even more pink and sensitive than when he started. Oliver’s hands found their place at Matt’s head, pulling the boy to the other side, demanding the same equal treatment.

Two bruised nipples and a few bite marks later, Matt straightened himself, locking his lips against Oliver’s neck. Oliver’s skin was so smooth and creamy white that Matt knew he would surely leave a mark. But the grip Ollie held on his neck, digging his fingers into Matt’s skin, only encouraged him even more. So he sucked even harder, enjoying the taste of slight sweat his boy had worked up since his shower this morning. Matt couldn’t see it, but his worshipping of Oliver’s neck had the boy’s eyes rolled back so far that he felt disoriented.

Finding his center, Oliver pulled Matt off just enough to kiss his dripping lips. He tugged at the boy’s shirt and pulled it off him, sending it flying across the room onto the newly cleared carpet. That left only one thing standing in the way of him and the object of his desire. Oliver expertly undid the button of Matt’s shorts without leaving contact of his lips- the only thing besides Matt’s rounded ass that held the loose shorts up. With a small pull, he freed the boy of the only clothing he had left. Oliver smirked as Matt lifted his legs, kicking the shorts aside into the pile he started. Matt wiggled his toes on the soft carpet, loving the feeling of being completely exposed as Oliver kissed him repeatedly. Oliver teased, “I can’t tell what I like better: you with or without clothes.”

Matt laughed, slipping his tongue into the boy as his cock pressed firmly against Oliver’s raging bulge, “I hope the answer is without.” He looked over at Ollie, seeing the waistband of his shorts rest perfectly against his hips, cutting off the perfectly defined V at his crotch. He continued, “Speaking of which: you, my friend, are wearing too many.”

Oliver’s hands found his waistband and pulled down his shorts- the only thing separating him and his boyfriend. Kicking them aside, Oliver too savored his exposure, stepping closer so that he and Matt could enjoy their mutual nakedness. The boys had seemed to strip off their awkwardness along with their clothes, letting their curious fingertips roam about as they pleased. Oliver felt a little more daring, grabbing onto Matt’s throbbing cock without hesitation. Matt moaned into Oliver’s open mouth as the boy’s soft hands worked over his flesh. He loved the feeling of another person’s touch on his cock, and the fact that it was Oliver, who’s own cock throbbed against Matt’s skin, couldn’t have made it any better. Oliver continued to stroke his boy, letting his hand grow accustomed to Matt’s size as if learning every contour of the boy’s cock. He could feel how slick his hand was getting as precum oozed out of Matt’s dick. Oliver raised it up, turning his face into a mischievous grin as he stuck out his tongue and licked off the precum from the palm of his hand. Matt admitted, “I’ve been leaking all afternoon for you, Ollie.”

Oliver took the boys lips in his again, unable to decide whether he preferred their taste over Matt’s sweet juices. He replied, “I should tease you more often.”

Sticking out his tongue, Matt licked Oliver’s lips as he pulled away, warning, “Don’t you dare, Ollie.”

Oliver motioned at the bed as Matt crawled backwards towards the headboard, knowing what the boy meant. Matt watched as Oliver made his way over to him, giving a full view of his perfectly round ass as his knees dug into the soft mattress with every movement. There was a hunger in his boy’s eyes as he crawled on his hands and knees with his attention fixed on the near nine inches of meat that stood between Matt’s legs. He felt his throat go dry at the thought of having that piece of aching flesh in his mouth once more.

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*

Cola brown eyes watched the cold, heavy, metal gun pass from one set of slender manicured fingers to the other. He watched his small… lover? Was that what he would consider Justin? No, most likely not. He had loved Justin once upon a time. That love was now replaced by fear. Jin knew what Justin was capable of. Hell, he was usually the punching bag.

“You… you aren’t going to hurt anyone, right? Just scaring him, right?” he whispered.

“Shut up, slut,” Justin snapped, smirking at the pretty blonde female. “We don’t have to answer to you.”

The blonde smiled at Jin, though there was nothing warm there.

“I’ve been wanting to end them for a long time. It is just a better ending when things are messy.” Jin felt sick. Justin used people like little game pieces and apparently the new female friend liked to write about her puppets. Both forced people to do what they normally wouldn’t do.

These two had come together to try and break Mark and Maddox up time and time again. Ever since Thanksgiving, they had seemed to be on a war path. As the weather grew warmer, Justin grew colder.

The unnamed blonde snorted, “I mean it was kinda hot when they were this whole forbidden romance thing but now that they haven’t had any issues… I just want to see Maddox suffer after everything he did to me.”

He had to warn somebody. That was all there was to it. Justin was crazy enough to kill someone. He didn’t question that. Jin went over everything he knew in his head. He knew Justin’s first name, Mark’s first name and Maddox’s first name. He knew they weren’t supposed to be together. But that could be because they were gay, couldn’t it? He knew the pretty blonde knew them both and wanted to see them pay for hurting her somehow. He didn’t know the plan. He only knew that now there was a gun involved.

Jin was jolted from his thoughts when the gun was placed on his forehead.

“I said, ‘Are you?'” Justin snarled.

Jin looked from the blonde to Justin. He had been so wrapped up on how to tell someone that he hadn’t been listening. He knew that was a terrible mistake as Justin hated to be ignored.

“You aren’t going to tell anyone are you, shithead?” Justin growled again.

Jin quickly shook his head “no” and flinched when he heard the gun click, firing an empty shot.

“You are lucky she took the bullets out.” He laughed, watching Jin try to swallow down his terror.

They were both crazy and had no regard for human life. He wondered how two good looking people from good families had ended up this twisted. There was some deep problem, some sickness, that had infected their core. He quietly moved into the corner, letting the wolves talk about their plot. He watched the predatory cruelness in their eyes as they licked their lips.

~*~*~*~

That night, Jin was in bed alone. Justin was at Mark’s again and the silence was nice. He looked up at the ceiling, noticing how it was crumbling. You would think with how expensive it was to come here that the ceiling would be holding up a little better.

Even if it was all falling apart, Jin felt safe. This was his home more so than anyplace had ever been. He hated to think of his safe haven falling to pieces. A door in the hall slammed loudly enough to make Jin jump and hard enough to cause some of the ceiling to flake off like bits of ash.

Justin had seemed so nice… All his life he had just wanted someone nice. His father had never really been the affectionate type. He was always flying from one business meeting to another. He had wanted Jin to get into a good school. GWU was not considered a good school. It didn’t matter now, though. This was his school.

Jin rolled over and pulled the sweatshirt-like blanket up to his chin. It would be easy. Tomorrow he would go talk to the Campus Police and they would stop Justin if he really did plan to do more than scare. They had to listen. This was a real threat. The law never failed. He truly believed that with all of his heart.

~*~*~*~

Mark walked down the steps of his dorm room. Maddox was away on some interview which he hoped was going well. Over the past few months, the couple had been looking into other teaching jobs for Maddox. They wanted to be public with their relationship and that meant one of them had to move.

Being the one temporarily in school, Mark had argued that he should be the one to switch. Maddox had insisted that he wanted to move somewhere that was a bit more hands on. He even considered moving to a high school since it was the students he really cared about.

Mark impaled a greasy sausage, swiping it through some sticky maple syrup. Turning the page of his anatomy book, he looked at the intestinal section of a cat. He had to memorize each part, know its correct spelling and functions.

He kept saying them in the order that they were used… or, at least, that was what he was supposed to be doing. Instead, he kept thinking about his lover and his Demetevler Escort job interview. He closed the monstrous textbook and smiled, recalling the morning’s events. He rarely ever spent the night in his dorm anymore and Maddox’s place felt like him. The crumbling ceiling, chipped paint and even the balding carpet.

He had tied Maddox’s tie this morning. He had kissed his freshly shaved cheek and then those sinful lips. He had definitely learned how to use those lips over the past few months.

Mark took in a deep breath. He realized breakfast was almost over and if he planned to move anytime soon, he needed his erection to go down. Damn, he had picked a bad time to wear his collage sweatpants. He tried to take a page from Cassie’s book and people watch until the passionate thoughts of Maddox left him.

He watched a few sorority girls nursing hangovers with blue Powerade as their more dedicated sisters were scribbling away in fancy notebooks. He watched the guy everyone referred to as Omelet Man pour some eggs onto the large griddle.

A flash of movement caught his eyes as he watched a slender Asian boy swipe his card and dart through the dining hall, barely pausing to grab an apple. He wondered where he was going in such a hurry. Likely some study meeting, if he was making up stories.

Realizing he was safe to leave, Mark took his plate to the dirty dish drop off and headed to his dorm room. He really should make more of an effort to hang out with Justin and Cassie more. They had been such good friends to him.

~*~*~*~

He wasn’t here again. He never was anymore. Mister Perfect seemed to have all of Mark’s attention, just like Noah had when they were kids. Mark just looked through him. After tonight, though, that would all change. Mark would have to see him after tonight, after all he was going to do.

Justin walked over to Mark’s side of the room, running his dainty polished fingers over the bed spread. He hadn’t slept in it yet. Not after Mark had, anyway. On the rare occasion that Mark spent the night in their room, he saturated his bed with his scent. Justin would then hold out a day or so and let the scent linger in the room before he would crawl into Mark’s bed and think of him.

It had been a week almost. Justin rolled his T-shirt over his head and slipped out of his underwear. His eyes flicked to the door and was reassured it was dead bolted. It would provide him an extra moment or two if someone happened to try and enter.

Sure he wouldn’t be interrupted, he grabbed one of Mark’s dirty shirts and a pair of his boxers. This was almost a ritual to him now. The shirt went down on to Mark’s pillow, enhancing the scent that was already there. Justin slipped between the covers and set the boxers next to him. Closing his eyes, he envisioned Mark’s hands and lips on his body.

He imagined his soft fingers touching his own lips, like a lover might. Tracing down to his neck, gentle at first, and then constricting his airway with pressure on his throat. Mark would take total control of him, take what he wanted and break Justin’s control freak nature down. Gasping a little, Justin’s body prickled with heat. His fingers moved to his own erect nipples “Mark… Fuck me, Mark,” he whimpered, wanting to be taken care of tonight.

The Mark of his sinful fantasy would, of course, give him everything he asked for. He rolled his nipples between his fingers, and dug his heels into the bed, arching his back to press against the man who would never be there.

In an almost trance like state, Justin reached for his favorite lotion and squirted a liberal amount in his hand.

“I love you,” he told Mark, turning his head to inhale Mark’s scent. A slender finger teased the head of his cock, thumbing the slit. The slick digit traveled down, touching each vein before his entire hand clasped over his balls.

He tugged, whimpering a little, but his cock lurched. His member, begging to be touched again, drooled onto his taught stomach. He knew, as soon as he touched himself, this fantasy wouldn’t last. He parted his legs for Mark as a finger dipped inside.

“Please,” he begged, wanting to feel full. His wish was granted as a purple cock entered him, filling the void.

The blonde thrashed with pleasure, feeling Mark inside of him. His hand then grasped his member. He fucked himself, and jerked at a furious pace. His heels dug in again, and he felt himself getting ready to combust. The pleasure coiled inside of him like a furious serpent ready to strike.

Closer… Closer…. Almost… He heard the grind of keys in the door and his eyes flew open.

“Hang on!” He yipped, scrambling out of his roommate’s bed and throwing the unused boxers and the shirt back into Mark’s heap of clothes. He pulled the toy out and his legs felt weak and shaky.

Thankfully, Mark had stopped trying to enter as Justin scrambled to put clothes back on. He tucked his erection back Otele gelen escort into his pants, in an upward position. Fuck, it hurt to walk. He unlocked the door and saw a sheepish Mark on the other side.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, um, interrupt again,” he apologized, knowing what he had likely been about to walk in on. “I really don’t come by enough.”

Justin recovered as quickly as possible and smiled. “No, but I know how it is with new love.” He refrained from choking on the last word. “Did you, umm, need something?” he asked, wondering why Mark was even here.

“Not really. I just thought we could hang out for a bit.” Mark sat on his bed not noticing the warmth where Justin’s body had just been. “Maddox has his interview today, for a teaching job at another university.” Mark informed his roommate.

“I am pretty sure he will get it. Actually, I’d be shocked if he didn’t. He is one of the best teachers here and that university seemed pretty desperate for a chemistry teacher. Plus, the department head here said he would give him a really good recommendation. I have a feeling he knows why Maddox wants to transfer.”

“That sounds perfect, then,” Justin chirped, trying to sound as happy as possible. He just had to keep reminding himself that tonight he would get rid of Maddox. Tonight would be the night that Mark would always remember as the night when Justin proved just how far he was willing to go to be with him. Mark would see that Justin was better than Noah; better than Maddox; better than everyone.

“It is. Since I’m pretty sure Maddox will get it, I wanted to celebrate.”

Well, there went tonight. Mark would probably be at Maddox’s house all night. His plans would have to be pushed back again. Then he heard Mark flick his tongue stud against his teeth. It was a terrible habit that Mark had picked up sometime after his family had disowned him. Still, it was a good indicator that something was troubling Mark.

“So, if you are pretty sure he will get it, what’s wrong?”

Sex wasn’t something Mark was as open about as Justin. “Well, I was thinking since it won’t matter anymore that he is my teacher we could, ummm, maybe celebrate somewhere on campus. If he gets it, I mean.”

Perfect! “Somewhere on campus?” Justin baited with a knowing grin. It was perfect, now he would know exactly where the lovers were going to be. “Well, whenever I want to get my rocks off in public, I go to the nature walk. You know, by the science building. They use it for studies of nature and its development or whatever and there are a few places to avoid where they are studying how fast stuff decays but it is private and pretty. Just bring a blanket.”

Mark’s face lit up “Damn, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that! The best idea I had was behind the residence hall where the dumpsters are.” He wrinkled his nose as if imagining the smell. “Thanks, I knew you would have a better idea. I wanted to make him dinner first so we will probably get there in time to see the moon and stars.”

Justin nodded as if agreeing. He now had a place and a time of day. Everything was falling into place perfectly.

~*~*~*~

Maddox twisted his hands, trying to wring the nerves from his own body. This job, the one he was about to walk through the door and interview for, was far from his dream job.

Rhodliss University wasn’t that far from where he lived now, and it held special memories for Mark and him. The science department was offering a full time teaching position that would also allow him to have some time for his own personal research. It wasn’t a dream job, but he wanted it badly.

He had gone over his good qualities and was trying to think positively. It was becoming more difficult everyday that he walked into that chemistry class. The first semester had ended and when Mark had signed up for his last mandatory chemistry class somehow he had ended right back in Maddox’s group.

He had to look at him every single day and then keep his thoughts together enough to teach. He needed out before he did something stupid and got fired. He had to get out before someone found out…

~*~*~*~

“You should have known better.”

“Fuck you. I just thought it was a really strange coincidence.”

“Noah… It’s not that common of a name. Besides, you should have been pissed he was hooking up with anyone but you.”

Justin narrowed his eyes. She was right.

“You have been planning this for years. Tracking him down, paying for that lady to offer him a fake scholarship and then bribing the people of Resident Life to ensure you got in the same room.” She tilted back her wine cooler. “Maddox is in your way, love. Just get rid of him.”

“You mean…” Justin bit the side of his tongue. “You mean I should really pull the trigger?” he asked.

“It’s more interesting that way.” Something evil flared in the blonde’s eyes. “Besides, Maddox isn’t even a good guy. He is leaving Balgat Escort a pregnant ex-wife to have a fling with some student,” she snarled the last bit a little more bitterly.

Justin nodded. “They will be celebrating tonight,” Justin stated. “He wants to do something on campus for the first time. I told him about this spot in the woods. It is a perfect place to do it.” Justin shivered with excitement “I can’t believe we are really going to kill him.”

“You are going to kill him. I am keeping watch. Mark will have to love you when he realizes you were willing to kill for him. I bet he helps you cover it up, too.” She smiled. Justin really was delusional. He was entertaining and the perfect fuel for her creative fire. Besides, after Maddox had rejected her and decided to be gay, he deserved what he had coming. Justin was just the little psycho doing her dirty work. “Don’t tell shithead, either. I think he thinks he can stop you.”

Justin laughed a little. Jin was afraid of his own shadow. There was no way he was willing to take a bullet for some guy he didn’t even know. Not to mention Jin hardly knew anything. Justin had been sure to purposely leave him in the dark. Jin wouldn’t know it had happened until the rest of the school did and, by then, it would be too late. Justin would be going to prison, or on the run with Mark. The plan was in motion and it couldn’t be stopped.

~*~*~*~

Jin had worked up the nerve to tell someone something. Even though he didn’t know much, the school would have to look into it. Maybe it would get back to Mark and Maddox, whoever they were, and they would know to look out. A shooting would have to be taken seriously.

The mid-fifties secretary looked over her thick rimmed pink glasses as though she was just now noticing Jin sitting there. She likely just had, even though he had been sitting there waiting for her to get off the phone for a good twenty minutes.

He had sat quietly and almost motionlessly as she babbled on and on about what Susan and Kathrine had brought to their last book club meeting and about how Margret was having an affair with a little twenty something. It had given him time to collect his thoughts and organize everything he knew into the most helpful and logical presentation. His father would be proud.

The secretary coughed. “Can I help you with something, sweetheart?” she asked, just wanting him to go away so she could get back to not working.

“Yes. I needed to talk with the Director of Student Affairs,” he replied almost too quietly for anyone to hear. Jin had decided against going straight to Campus Police because they weren’t real police officers but rather security guards. He guessed the Director of Student Affairs would know the students best and would know who he was describing. She could then call the real police and, with what she knew and what Jin knew, there was a better chance of tracking down Mark and Justin.

She had to have a list of who was sharing rooms with whom and she would narrow it down to the right combination of names.

The secretary picked up a phone and dialed a short extension. “Mrs. Marglow, there is a student here wishing to speak with you.” She covered the receiver “What did you need to talk to her about?” she asked, filtering the director’s calls.

“It is an emergency,” he stated softly.

“He said it is an emergency,” her voice dripped with sarcasm. Likely he was some uptight little Asian kid who was freaking out over final exams. “Ok, I’ll send him back.” She hung up the phone. “She said she has five minutes. Go down the hall and it’s the last door on the left,” she told the student, motioning to the hallway behind her.

“Thank you.” Jin gave a little nod of gratitude and rushed down the hall.

~*~*~*~

“So, let me see if I understand correctly. You need me to look up two roommates named Mark and Justin because Mark plans to kill Justin and his lover.”

Jin shook his head. “No, Justin is going to kill Mark’s lover, Maddox.”

“Let me call Campus Police. They should have been who you went to first, dear.” She smiled, not truly believing a word this kid was saying but knowing she had to at least call Campus Police in order to cover her own ass.

Jin’s head dropped. He had a skill at picking out how people felt about something and it was clear his only hope thought he was crazy and stupid for not going to the police first. At least she would have to be in the room, though, and the police could ask her to pull up the needed information. The more people who knew about it the better chance they had of scaring Justin away or stopping him.

Jin tucked one foot behind his ankle, folded his hands and kept his head down. He would wait quietly. There was still a good bit of daylight left and he knew Justin’s plan relied on it being dark. He knew the crazy blonde would want to watch if Justin was, in fact, going to shoot to kill and not just to scare.

She liked watching things like that, he would imagine.

It took twenty minutes for the Campus Police to get there. They would be the one to make the judgment about if the actual police should get involved in the matter. It would snowball. He was sure of it.

Of course, when Campus Police came he soon realized his story didn’t sound any less crazy. “Aren’t you going to write this down?” he asked softly.

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Matt sends a friend home.

After the first weekend with Matt we took things kind of slow being that we were in a small town and such places tend to notice when two people spend a lot of time together…especially if that time tends to be at night with the lights off.

Matt, on occasion, pulled his truck into the woods behind the house and then would sneak back into the house through the back door. On one occasion I had seen him coming down the driveway so I got naked poured him a wine and met him at the back door. We ended up on one of the kitchen chairs with Matt sitting normally with me straddling him with my legs crossed behind the chair with his cock buried to the hilt in my deepest recesses and our eyes locked in passion until he unloaded his balls deep inside me.

Another time was during a nasty wind storm and he pulled up to the back door instead of the woods. I again met him, this time on the back porch, again naked but on my knees as he walked through the screen door. A smile broke across his face and he let me unzip his fly and suck his cock to completion. Later than night the passion between us was so violent that the bed on which we were fucking broke in half. He unloaded his cum into me among the wreckage of our bed.

We bought an antique four poster bed with heavy curtains, like the ones used when houses were heated by nothing more than a fireplace or stove, to replace the bed we broke in half. We liked it because it was an added bit of privacy and seclusion and could take the abuse he and I put it to.

The fact that it was a California King didn’t hurt and the posts were great for Matt tying me up on occasion. He especially enjoyed hanging me from ropes overhead and rocking me back and forth as we fucked. The only issue I had was that he didn’t tie me up often enough to suit me mostly because of his frequent assignments to the city when riots broke out. Riots had been an increasingly frequent problem that had been calling Matt away for weeks at a time because the city was a few hours away.

One time it got so bad that the National Guard had been called in and the police removed as the riots had been about recent shootings involving police. It would seem that the persons who had been shot robbed a gas station/bakery and beat the girl behind the counter so badly she nearly died. When the police tried to arrest them they pulled guns and shot two police officers who then returned fire and killed both perps.

A local reporter for the television station reported, incorrectly, that the police had opened fire on the two men who only fired back in self-defense. The riot that ensued was the worst on record and nearly a quarter of the city erupted in violence. The police were in riot gear shooting tear gas and rubber bullets to disperse the crowds. The reporter was eventually arrested for inciting a riot and fired from his position at the television station. It turned out that he was angling for a permanent spot at the anchor desk by making a dramatic report of police brutality, conveniently ignoring the facts and inserting his own for dramatic effect. He was later killed in the very riot he started…by rioters.

It wasn’t long before the situation devolved into chaos and live fire fights in the streets. Matt was called in and was gone for several weeks. The city was a war zone. One day I was out mowing my lawn when Matt called and informed me that he had invited a friend to stay for a bit because his apartment building was in the center of the riots and wasn’t safe for any police officers. His name was Seth and was on his way to spend his time off with us.

After a bit of a pause, Matt said “It’s bad here not sure how long I’ll be. Anyway, Seth knows about ‘us’, and…well, he is one of the people I knew here and did things with on occasion, if you know what I mean. We’re both dedicated tops and we used to spit-roast a guy on occasion.” There was a long pause. Before he continued “Anyway, I figured that if you two hit it off…maybe we could…well…you know…have some fun with him. That is if you are up for it” he said.

I smiled over the phone because we had discussed this very thing on occasion but being in a small town, the opportunities for such things were slim to non-existent. “When will you be coming back?” I asked.

He answered “Not sure, yet. The National Guard need a few cops here…but they are concerned that our presence will inflame the rioters, thanks to that news reporter. It may be a few days…maybe tomorrow…can’t say for sure.” It was clear that he was frustrated with the situation. He then said “Hey, you know I love you right?”

“Yes…I know you do” I said.

He laughed softly then said “Seth is my very best friend and like I said we share everything.’ He paused. ‘It is my hope to get out of here soon but the situation keeps changing. If I can’t get out of here and if you two hit it off…I’m giving you permission to have fun without me. Call me if that happens…just before if you can…so I can at least ‘be there’ in mind.” Çankaya Escort

“What?” I asked.

Laughing nervously Matt replied “If you and he hit it off…and things get interesting…I’m giving you my blessing to enjoy yourself…if you want to” he said.

“Is that what he is expecting?” I asked.

Matt was quick to reply “No, no…nothing ling like that. I have known him for a while and he has a way about him…and…well…if he likes you he will let you know. In fact when we were talking about a threesome …Seth is the one I would bring home…to fuck you. I mean I would love to watch him bury his cock into you, I really would” he said.

All I could do was sigh and say “We’ll see…we’ll see. Let me know when you are coming home…and I’ll have Seth call you when he gets here. If this is something you are serious about…you will have to talk to him about that. If this happens…I don’t want you getting upset with me…IF anything does happen.”

Matt laughed again “Understand. Yes, have him call me and ‘if’ anything does happen I promise I won’t be angry or upset with you. I love you…You have taken care of me so well…I just want to show you how happy I am.”

We said our goodbyes and I gave it some thought. Should I go ahead and cleans just in case things do get ‘interesting’? I went inside and showered off, cleansed because fully expected Matt to be home soon anyway. So I did what I needed to and then finished the lawn.

I was putting the lawn mower away when a strange truck pulled up into the back yard. Clearly he had been instructed by Matt where to park. Seth was as tall as Matt and very nearly identical in terms of physique. What was different…was the fact that he had his cock tucked down his right leg and it was clearly defined by the semi loose denim…but it was a good 9″ of cock sticking down that pant leg. Not being a complete slut I did not stare…only it was hard to miss. He had ear buds in his ear and his phone in his hand talking to someone. It was not long before I figured out that it was Matt he was talking to.

“Yes…I just pulled up. Yes, I see him…he’s walking toward me from the barn. Are you sure about that? I mean I can wait for you to get here…that is no problem.’ Pause, ‘Okay…if you insist. I’ll keep you posted and see what happens okay?”

He smiled and hung up the phone and then looked at me. “Hello, you must be Rich.’ I nodded and took his hand. “Just got off the phone with Mathew and had an interesting conversation with him. It would seem that he has given me, in a way, permission to…to…well, enjoy your company while he is stuck in the city.”

I blushed and nodded “Yeah, he had the same talk with me not long ago” I said.

Seth laughed and said “Well, before we go ripping our clothes off and screw each other’s brains out let’s get me settled and have some coffee, get to know each other.”

We had coffee and talked a while. He told me about the goings on in the city and the idiotic nonsense that started it all. The news reporter who started it all was being buried that day and the National Guard was there to see to it that ‘his’ supporters didn’t riot. He’d been killed by a gang-member who was waving a gun around, drunk and angry for no other reason than to be angry. Of course the police were blamed for his death even though they were nowhere near where he’d been killed. Still the media was trying to find something to pin on the police…even the mood, tension…anger was all supposed to be the police fault…for doing their job.

It was clear that Seth was frustrated. His apartment building was in the center of it all and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay there, if he expected to live in peace he’d had his tires slashed twice in less than a week so was on the hunt for a new place to call home and was hoping to hole up at Matt’s house or my place since Matt had not officially moved in, due to the need to keep up appearances in our small town of ‘1955 Ozzy and Harriet-ville’ where torches and pitch forks were a genuine concern if anyone got wise to what went on in my bedroom.

The conversation turned to relationships and how Matt and I had met from the false arrest to the inadvertent discovery of my ‘date site’ profile and the subsequent meeting and what it led to, short of the details. It would turn out Matt had already told him the whole thing…including all the sorted details.

We talked about his sex life, which was near to non-existent as he didn’t really have the time necessary to spend looking for a person to get to know much less have a meaningful relationship with. The best he could get was the occasional blow job when he went to the local gay haunt. He said that his sex life had been primarily dependent on Matt’s prowess with the hook up and his willingness to share.

We were warming to each other which was made clear, to me, when I caught him checking my ass out when I went to get coffee. I made sure to give him a good Keçiören Escort long look taking my time.

Trying not to be so obvious Seth asked me to show him around the property, so we took our coffee cups and headed outside.

We walked around the perimeter through the trails and the barn where the previous owner had once kept horses. The afternoon sun was falling behind the trees just as a lightning bolt hit a nearby tree followed immediately by a thunder clap that shook the ground. An afternoon storm had blown up and was threatening to cut loose. We headed up into the loft and opened a hay loft door to allow the breeze to cool it down.

Watching the storm blow through we both took a seat on one of the bales of hay stacked in the barn. I had created a kind of ‘sofa’ made of bales so that I could sit and relax and just enjoy the peaceful solitude of a hay loft. It was a place I often spent my alone time to meditate or to just re-connect with who I am. A nice hay loft is the perfect place to do just that, if you don’t have hay fever.

It afforded us a nice view of the countryside as the storm whipped trees and grass in its fury. As the wind picked up the rain began to fall. We sat quietly for a long while enjoying the atmosphere not saying a word because none were necessary. It was a nice comfortable silence, not at all awkward but a nice pleasant no rush to do anything kind of peaceful solitude. The idea of letting Seth have his way was beginning to feel more and more likely.

Matt called just as the rain got heavy. “Hey, how are things going?” he asked.

“Well, so far so good. I was showing Seth around the property and we are waiting out a rainstorm in the hay loft.” I told him.

“And…?” he asked with lecherous expectancy.

I laughed “Nothing happened…we had coffee and I showed him around.’ I then looked at Seth who was grinning at me talking to Matt ‘If anything does happen, he’s going to want more than a blowjob you know. He’d not been with anyone in a while since you haven’t been there to hook him up.”

Matt Laughed “Yeah, I figured. Well, maybe I have hooked him up. It’s up to you but I’m okay with you ‘hooking’ up with my buddy. Tell you what…I’m in my hotel room, naked on my bed thinking about you, sucking my cock. Why don’t you suck Seth’s cock? I’m sure that he wouldn’t mind. If you want to just hand Seth the phone and I’ll tell him what’s up.”

My heart jumped into my throat as he confirmed for me that he wanted me to do this. I handed the phone to Seth and fell to my knees in front of him.

As I did Matt told him what was going on. His eyes brightened as he started to unzip his fly, stood up, kicked his shoes off and let his jeans fall to the floor kicking them to the edge of a pile of bales. He then had Matt call us via Facetime and set the phone so that he could see what was happening.

At least I would know if Matt was truly serious about allowing me to have some fun with Seth. If there was going to be a problem…we would know immediately.

Seth took his seat on the bale in front of me as his cock grew to its operative length which was easily 12″ inches long. He had shaved his entire region clean which only made his cock seem that much longer. Matt’s voice came over the speaker “It’s ok to suck his cock babe. I want to see your lips on him and take his cock down your throat.”

My first response was to look into the screen to make sure that he was ‘okay’ with this. It was clear he was because he was laying with the phone looking up at him…so that I could see his cock erect and at attention as I was kneeling in front of his friend.

First I grasped the base of the cock before me and got familiar with it by stroking it and licking from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock and then back down again. His moan was just audible enough to be sexy and I repeated this move several times before I took his velvet smooth balls, one by one, into my mouth. Seth scooted up on the bale and directed his cock so that it was a better angle…and I then proceeded to take his head into my mouth and down my throat. Since I’d been seeing Matt I had become good at taking him deep, which he liked, so I did it for him as often as I could.

Seth was just a bit longer than Matt and somewhat thicker but not so that it was overwhelming. But when his cock hit the back of my throat I backed off a bit as Matt said “Go ahead baby…take him like you take me…all the way” and I moved forward again…and swallowed Seth deep stopping only when his pubic bone hit my lips.

When I did this Seth moaned “Ohhh God…yesss”.

When his cock was fully engaged with my throat I shook my head side to side to get my throat used to him being that he was a bit thicker than Matt. By this time I was on my hands and knees so I could rock back and forth onto his cock and not strain my throat. In my peripheral vision I saw Matt through the screen stroking his cock as I rocked backwards off Etimesgut Escort of Seth. I then moved forward again slowly enjoying his moans as my mouth engulfed his cock again until my lips again hit his pubic bone. His head rocked back as I swallowed him whole and he moaned “Yesssss” grasping at the corner of the bale as he resisted taking my head into his hands.

Matts voice came over the phone “I think he likes it babe…I think he likes it”.

I deliberately took my time letting Seth enjoy the slow deep throat action I was giving him. Luckily this position was comfortable for me and allowed me to control the speed and depth. I lost track of time. I enjoyed sucking his cock.

However, this was not to last as I soon felt the tell-tale signs of his pending orgasm. Then Matt pipped up “See, I told you he sucks a mean dick”.

Seth replied “You weren’t kidding, you were not kidding. Ohhh…God” he hissed as I felt the first spurt of pre-cum on my tongue. It was then he grasped my head and began to urge me on…and I sped up my strokes until I felt his body stiffen…and arche backward…when he exploded in orgasm…shooting his cum down my throat. Impossible amounts of cum hit my esophagus as he groaned out an unintelligible “Argghhhggghuh”.

I pulled off of him as Matt said “He loves getting fucked in the ass even more.”

Seth lay back panting as I grabbed the phone as Matt in his excitement stroked himself to an orgasm…and he too moaned as his cum shot out the end of his cock. “Babe…that was so hot…so hot…I hope you let him fuck you…I’d love to see that.” He said as he came off his own orgasm.

I smiled and said “We’ll have to see what Seth has to say about that.” I said. Seth lay back onto the hay bales panting with his eyes closed but said nothing and smiled.

Matt pipped up and said “Ok, why don’t you go inside and get ready just in case.”

I replied “I did already in anticipation of your homecoming.”

Seth sat up and walked over to where I was standing. Looking into the phone where Matt laid naked on his bed his cock wilting from his recent orgasm. “I need to shower first” he said.

I replied. “There is a shower in the groomsman’s quarters.’ I looked out at the torrential rain ‘or we could take shower in the rain.” Smiling Seth removed his shirt and proceeded to remove my clothes for me as Matt watched. We then descended the ladder. After grabbing a bottle of body wash from the groomsman’s shower and stepped, naked out into the rain. The phone had to be put down so we left it in the barn so Matt was not privy to our shower in the rain.

It was a warm rain and it felt good on my skin as stepped onto the grass followed by Seth. His body was magnificent with his muscles in all the right places and a nice cock swinging mightily between his legs. Seth was the one who took control by grabbing the bottle from me and then soaping up my body. My back was to his front as he soaped my chest, back, legs and finally my ass. I in turn soaped up his cock and spent my time washing his appendage before letting the rain rinse us both off. We enjoyed the session so much we remained in the rain for 30 minutes or more as his cock began to show signs of life again.

Things started getting serious when he pulled me to him so that my back was to his front and his cock poked me and then slid under me. He lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and settled me down on the base of his cock. When I looked down the cock I had sucked earlier seemed much larger than I remembered. His cock was about 2″inches longer than Matts and a touch thicker. I had deep throated him easily enough but the visual I was receiving was a massive turn on.

I could feel his breath on my neck as he kissed and sucked on my neck while rubbing the base of his cock into the crack of my ass as he held me to his chest in the rain. As the last of the soap rinsed away a lightning bolt flashed dangerously close hitting a tree. It was close enough to us that we both felt the heat of electricity forcing us to move back into the barn where we dried off in the groomsman’s quarters.

We then headed back up into the loft carrying a few blankets to cover the hay bales with. It was then that Seth walked up behind me, turned me around, looking into my eyes and said “I enjoyed the shower. I’m hoping you are ok with my wanting more?” He then kissed me as passionately.

Breaking off the kiss he looked at me adoringly as I smiled and asked “Does that mean you want to fuck me or something?”

Seth moved in kissed me again and picked me up so that my cock pressed against his abdomen and his cock found my ass. “It means’ he said breaking the kiss ‘I want to bury my tongue, as deeply as I can into you…drive you insane…then fuck you, taking my time so I can enjoy your fine ass…and cum deep inside you, over and over again.”

I smiled “Sounds very nice.”

My phone rang in Facetime. Seth answered it as I took up my position on the bales that allowed Seth to do what he wanted. Matt came into focus, but instead of being naked as before he was in full gear with a not-so-happy look on his face. “Things took a bad turn here, so they are calling everyone in to enforce curfew. One of the armored personnel carriers was hit with a Russian RPG. Luckily it was a dud and did not go off. That doesn’t mean the next one will be a dud”.

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Parking fairly close to the entrance was a good start to the first Thursday afternoon here in quite a while. It has been a couple of months since last enjoying the shared delights offered by the bathhouse, but now, anticipation became overwhelming while walking past the first entrance area doors into the broad courtyard before the final door, my fingers tingling, my cock growing, the center of my body filled with an edgy heaviness, all the sensations of taking the last few steps over a still recognizable boundary, soon to be swept into the swirling lust shared with other horny naked strangers, within this purely male sauna.

The man in front of me on the sidewalk for a bit had turned in, and now stood waiting for the inner door to open after pressing the buzzer. He was heavier, taller, about my age, and very casually dressed. This makes sense to me, since really, once you reach the entrance, the only point of clothes is taking them off before joining all the other towel clad – and not clad – men in the warm space. Another man was already inside, paying his entrance fee, getting his towel and locker key bracelet. As the second man paid, I opened the door to a fourth man, creating a certain feeling of relief at the amount of business, since there have also been visits when the sauna was almost empty, offering very few opportunities.

I went through the inner door to the changing area, found the correct locker, began to undress, noting that four other men in the space were doing the same. I had seen a couple of men already in the bar area when paying, and by this point, pulling out my black bag of condoms and little brown bottle of poppers, things looked very promising. As tends to be customary, I didn’t really look around – I treat all dressing areas pretty much the same, in part by not considering them sexual places. Unlike the space just beyond it, walking into the bathhouse wearing nothing but a towel, knowing that the main attraction wasn’t really the steam or fountaining water.

Entering the bar area, it was interesting to see it unoccupied – making my ordering a beer as easy as always, being a habit of my visits since the first – I have never entered the sauna area without enjoying a beer first (and generally, without enjoying some organic smoke before that, with rare exceptions, like the first fantastic time).

Sipping at the head of the beer, enjoying the mix of foam and liquid, I decided to visit the Internet PC in the glass in corner, wandering around a bit to see nothing happening with the old, very fondly remembered, steam room space. Sitting back down at the bar, finishing the glass, I left it on the counter, stepping to its end to ask for a condom – I almost always bring my own, but considering how the fun moves along, having more handy is better, though it is always possible to ask for condoms at the bar. In general, I no longer keep them for later visits – they are provided by an anti-AIDS agency, and there is no way for me to explain such condoms easily – not impossible, much like talking about how whatever visit my wife discovers, it will be the ‘first.’ But putting the two together is as plainly apparent as the conclusion made when asking for condoms while wearing nothing but a towel.

One thing that likely makes this bathhouse so enjoyable is how the employees enjoy using the facilities. Including the steamroom, as I noticed after one of the bar tenders was called out quietly by another employee, saying that there was flooding or some such happening at his place, and that it needed to be dealt with. It was a bit strange realizing that the man sitting on the bench near the corner, close to a cock sucking pair, one of the two sitting straight on the bench, legs spread wide, the other a kneeling man taking a wetly glistening cock deep into his sucking mouth. I had been moving between the boundary between dark and light, not exactly flirting, not exactly flooded with lust, not exactly watching the open cock sucking. My behavior seemed a bit different in retrospect, after realizing it was someone I actually knew, at least in one sense, one who had handed me condoms several times before enjoying myself with other men. And honestly, everyone here more than once knows how hot it is, the real reason for returning. Like then, me watching a man stroke his cock while he watched the cock sucking next to him, stroking my own erect dick. Or now, taking the offered condoms.

After putting the condoms in my bag, I walked up the spiral staircase, readjusting my towel. I still haven’t had that much practice wearing only a towel – only actually properly learning how to the first time here, asking another man at the bar how to do it so the towel would not fall. A man also wearing a towel, drinking a beer, and it would be reasonable to assume, enjoyed having sex with other men – because for the first time in my life, I was visiting a truly homosexual establishment (their advertising is certainly not shy, including pictures of a man Çankaya Escort sitting on a bench with spread legs, showing off an easily half-erect cock). It was a slightly awkward conversation on my part – I just wanted information on how to deal with a towel in a sauna (the visits to other public saunas with my wife had been to places were towels weren’t often worn, though putting them on the dry wood benches in generally dark dry sauna spaces was considered mandatory). On the other hand, especially as the beer began to have its effect, that didn’t mean, exactly, that I wasn’t curious about other things. Admittedly, these days, I don’t care quite as much about whether my towel is covering anything, till now managing to avoid having it fall, especially on this open spiral, where it could literally flutter for several yards before smacking the floor below.

The cruising area was empty; only one (video) booth had a closed door, and the darkroom space was empty, though invitingly warm – this is another one of the areas of the bathhouse where no towel is required, at least for warmth or privacy or keeping salty sweat from soaking the beech benches. Walking back to the other side of the building, the porn area held one man when I glanced in. The lack of people around led to another quick and deep hit of Rush, followed by going downstairs into the steam or whirlpool, my cock hot and wanting. I know why the late 70s were so hot for those men who shared these tastes then. a potent combination of incredibly sexual sensations. Being able to enjoy them now, with a few decades experience to draw on when playing such naked games with other horny men, is one of the more pleasant sexual discoveries I have ever made – a discovery impossible to stop repeating, indulging in the consistently enjoyable rediscovery of how hot it is to get off with naked strangers – and their sexy cocks.

Going downstairs to the whirlpool, the loud bubbling grew obvious. The water was warm when my foot dipped into it, a pleasant surprise, since often it isn’t that way. Naked after having showered, I turned and walked a couple of yards to look at the wall sized aquarium, with its three fish – groupers, perhaps – swimming slowly. It was an interesting feeling, especially in a place where sex is definitely available, to just stand naked and watch the liquid motions on the other side of the glass. It didn’t quite feel like showing off, but being naked simply makes moot various technicalities. The thrill of instant sex is truly addictive, nudity being a part of that addiction, and here was a place to enjoy it. Over and over again.

The jacuzzi was still fountaining far too vigorously, leading me to briefly explore the steam room, finding it essentially empty. This was a bit odd, considering the number of men already here, and the number likely to keep coming. Viewing this as essentially an extended pause, it provided a good reason to do another hit of Rush.

Making a quick circuit from bottom to top on the metal poled staircase, the section was empty where I chose a booth and closed the door, opening the brown bottle and breathing its scent deeply. I heard steps moving in the distance, my hand already rubbing my cock, thinking about all the other horny cocks around, as potentially available as mine was. Well, possibly – my body was utterly available to anyone who wanted to play. This intense rush of pure sluttiness flooding through me was reaching primal levels, knowing precisely where to find other men that understood the best ways to share it.

Entering the steambath, I felt the change in temperature against my skin, parts of the floor quite cool as I walked, both feet finding the occasional shallow puddle. This is one reason to arrive early, in part because of the dryness while wandering, since the steam can take a while to build. Cooler is fine for me, as long as it isn’t clammy in any sense – an experience only felt in the old steam bath. But the steam here was invitingly billowing. I closed the still not really fogged glass firmly – clear glass, as all the sauna doors are – only upstairs is there even a semblance of privacy with lockable doors. At this male only sauna, I have never had sex behind a booth’s door, though I have closed them often enough for privacy while indulging in a vice older than getting off to gay porn. In the present, the Rush was really making my interest clear, cock pulsing in anticipation of what might happen.

Wending slowly forward, growing accustomed to the dimness and humidity, I saw a pair on the front bench, quite close to the entrance, comfortably entwined. Walking by, I noticed a man against the further corner, pressing hand at his crotch. My own hand was wandering downwards aimlessly, feet moving slowly onwards. In the rear darkness, nothing was happening – it was becoming difficult to account for all the men I had seen before with these fairly empty spaces. Returning to the border between Keçiören Escort light and dark, close to the standing man, placing my back on the warm tile, leaning away against the rear wall of the curved central interior shower entrance.

This allowed me to see the pair at their fun, though only by obviously turning my head to gaze at what was going on. I began to stroke myself, seeing a man’s head slide down from the nipple it had been licking, obviously wet and hard, until the same lips began sucking the cock I had seen grow as a tongue trailed its way down to its tip. Watching led to my own horniness becoming more obvious, now jacking off in the dark, no longer really watching the pair, head turned to see the other man.

Who was also jacking himself off. Making lazy eye contact, a certain spark passed, both of us now starting to grow harder watching each other. He moved forwards, and I straightened from the tiled curve of the shower entranceway, meeting him as his hand slid along my inner thigh. My left hand, angled backwards, held two condoms and a packet of lube from the bar. My right hand could not stop fondling my cock head as his fingers moved along my hairy sack. When he reached the base of my cock, I moaned, sliding my hand down to feel his, pressing down as he tightened his grip on my balls.

Completely turned on, my hand moved to his cock, finding it almost rigid – then making it so in just a few strokes, my own cock equally quivering under his touch. A steadily rougher touch, which was starting to become less than enjoyable. I moved my left hand a bit too clumsily, a section of the condom’s plastic ridge sliding along his arm, trying to change his motion, saying ‘condom first.’ I was hard, but uninterested in more of the same style. Even after various attempts to make clear what I expected, his jerking continued to be just a bit too hard, not changing even when my hand covered his, making it obvious that he should change his motion. After another moment, I broke contact and left, my cock jutting.

Going to the whirlpool after rinsing off under the rain showerhead, washing my feet with the faintly orange scented soap, it wasn’t a complete surprise to be alone – somehow, this had been a theme of this entire visit till now. I considered going back upstairs and really pushing my usual boundaries of getting off on poppers, but hearing the steam room door open and close, my confidence grew that now was time to enjoy the steam bath again. And considering how slutty I was already feeling, it wasn’t necessary to do another hit from the bottle of Jungle Juice, which has lasted much of a year – making another trip to Amsterdam ever more necessary as the level sinks below 1/4.

I went into the whirlpool, wading through its bench bubbling mode, ending up sitting on the top row at the octagon’s rear. A position with the advantage that at least my face wasn’t being incessantly splashed. But a short period alone was enough, even after stroking my cock a bit.

Returning to the steamroom, past the 90° C sauna box with one nude pair in it, I made sure to again close the steambath door firmly behind me, keeping the steam in. The towels in the alcove had seemed quite numerous, and now, turning, a pair on the bench was obvious, along with a couple of other naked men in the barely lit space. Moving back towards the dark rear, I saw a bare outline of a man sprawled on the bench, another man kneeling in the available space, on his knees, his ass resting on his feet. Sitting down, I waited for my eyes to adapt, stroking my cock the entire time, getting hard before moving closer, deciding to be at least somewhat subtle. Pairs do not always like others to intrude, an easy enough fact to learn and accept.

My cock erect, I moved off the bench onto my knees on the smooth floor, within reach of the pair, slowly extending my left hand until it met a man’s calf. I moved it lightly against his skin, letting my fingers trail until they had reached his foot. His reaction was not only clear to me, but apparent to the man sucking his cock, who started to move his body more vigorously. I turned 90 degrees, my left hand sliding under his foot, then spreading his toes. He moaned, and it was clear that he enjoyed the personal attention. I raised his foot, feeling it, my right hand stroking my rigid cock. Footplay is always sexy, man or woman, giving or receiving, particularly when hard or wet.

At some point, the cock sucked man started touching around my shoulder, quickly finding my nipple, followed with firm pressure leaning me back, making me moan. The sitting man’s hand found my cock, his hand covering, then replacing mine. It became clear that none of us would mind a threesome, especially as we were all hard and all clearly skilled in pleasuring other men. I spread my legs wider, wondering if anyone would join in, enjoying the idea as one man’s hand played with my hot nipple, and another Etimesgut Escort man’s with my cock. However, it slowly became obvious that we were the only three in this part of the steam bath.

I continued to play with the reclining man’s foot, my neck now on the edge of the curved tile of the bench, freeing my left hand from supporting my back, enabling it to run over the still kneeling man’s chest, then sliding down his slippery skin until circling the base of his jutting cock. This was one of the quickest threesomes I had ever enjoyed, and it made me feel incredibly slutty. Just like the other two men were.

My mind started to fill with random desires, and when the kneeling man’s mouth started to touch my cockhead, I barely had enough strength to moan ‘condom .. condom first.’ My left hand left his rod, trying to find the condoms behind me on the bench. Another random desire was to be kissed deeply, and my lips must have shown the thought, because his face raised to mine, then his tongue touched my wanting lips. He wasn’t interested in teasing, as his hand circled behind my head, pulling me more upright, now pressing his face against mine, making me surrender to his passion. A passion which I was obviously reflecting, as his own moans and motions made clear. My left hand returned to his rigid cock, and our kissing continued in male pleasure – he was completely in charge, and an awareness of just how good it was to be kissed like a woman by a man added to the kinky pleasure as we kept fondling each other.

The sitting man, who had never stopped playing with my nipple, bent down, his tongue now reaching my neck, making me moan while being wetly kissed. I felt a hand on top of my stroking fist, making me reach back with it, to touch the sitting man, When I reached his nipple, it was pierced, which doesn’t really appeal to me. Sliding down, first letting my palm run along his inner thigh, I felt his cock – which seemed to have piercings and metal down pretty much its whole 2/3 hard length. Obviously, there wasn’t going to be any way to deal with a condom, and even stroking him seemed a bit too much effort.

Sliding back, the man who had been kissing me broke off, leaning away, his lips glistening in the low light, his rigid cock being stroked. The sitting man also shifted position, and I felt his hand in my hair, positioning me for the kiss he started right after I realized his intention, my mouth quickly accommodating our desires. This was also a male kiss, especially from the first feel of his short beard, a sensation that disappeared as our lips matched surfaces precisely. Our tongues began to play, my head leaning back as he forced himself deeper into my mouth.

Now, for the first time, I was starting to enter that gloriously submerged state of pleasures that man on man group sex offers, but this time, due mostly to our hungry and shared passion in kissing. By now, the sensations had become disembodied – making it impossible to distinguish hands or tongues, lost in the pure bliss, merging in shared ecstasy..

At some point, the kiss’s intensity slackened from his side, and regaining a bit of awareness, the reason was how the pierced man’s cock was being serviced. I still couldn’t find the condoms (admittedly, I wasn’t in any shape to really search well), and I broke the kiss, my mouth questing for the other man’s skin. I found his shoulder, and my right hand reached for his head, pulling it to me, as I began to kiss his lips, my tongue swirling past his teeth, my left hand starting to stroke his cock, making it impossible for him to do anything but submit. He moved a bit, sliding his thigh over mine, straddling me as I kept kissing him, my tongue filling his mouth, our cocks now touching. We began sliding, mouths and cocks, and I was st least somewhat aware of how close I was coming to a number of limits.

I sensed motion next to me, followed by another sensation of pure satisfaction, slowly realizing that a tongue was flicking around our sliding cocks, making them even slipperier. For the second time in a few minutes, a mouth wanted my cock, and I was still incapable of finding any condoms. I broke the kiss to repeat saying ‘condom first,’ prompting the two to kiss in front of me, the pierced man’s hand stroking my cock. I was close to cumming when the pierced man started to kiss me, his hand’s motion just adding to what his tongue was doing to me.

After another moment, I shifted position, the pierced man beginning to go down on the third man. Hot in several ways, now seemed a good time to leave the steam. Having an erection that others can see no longer bothers me, at least in certain places. Before leaving, I had found the condoms left on the bench, easily a meter from where I had expected. Cock hard in the cooler air, I left the condoms in the alcove, easily seen.

The shower water rinsed the sweat away, just a couple of steps from the steam. After soaping my feet and hands, rinsing again, I walked to the whirlpool area, cock swaying. It was still, and still empty. I sat on the top bench for a bit, but considering that the steam room was unlikely to be empty, I let its pull bring me naked again to its entrance, only taking a step to the side to grab a couple of condoms – noticing that the other condoms were no longer where I had left them.

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And he came my way near Christmas Day. I was the last teacher in the building, and the day was overcast, cold, and gray. I sat at my desk, looking at a book I meant to finish over Christmas, which had always been an empty time for me. Books filled me up. They were my friends. I came here three years ago. I taught English Comp. I was surprised every year at how poorly students with excellent grades from high school and fine ACT scores did even in their sophomore year. I was alone. I was like no one else in the world, so it seemed. I was ashamed and at odds with myself. Sometimes I woke in the middle of the night in a sweat even when the room was cold, for I loved cold weather and winter, the urgency of the season, the no-nonsense aspect of it, and I would be sweating profusely, and filled with fear that police were to break down my door at any moment. That they were there in their swirling strobe light cars and were walking up to my door and I always waited with fearful breath and pounding heart. Talk all you want about gay lib. That was not how it was ’round these parts.

I thought of Alton often. He was in my first period class every weekday. I thought of his blue eyes that I felt I could almost fall into and swim away to a secret place, a bay of tranquility, I would even endure eternal summer if he were beside me, and we would swim naked and bold as brass, for he was the color of brass and I was the color of winter. He had long hair still and was a boy with clever and mischievous eyes. He smiled little crinkles at the end of his lips, and he had a voice that was Northern that lilted over the Southern accents here. I masturbated to him at night a lot. I had a picture of him from the university newspaper I would look at. And feel guilty for. I wished someone would spend Christmas with me. I used to believe how sad those men and women who would hire escorts just to be with them, just to talk with them, or pretend a relationship with, not even sex, just someone to be their momentary dream.

I no longer scoff at that. I think it’s the only way to survive for certain people. Alton had a girlfriend. Her name was Jo. They walked down the corridors and sat in the lunchroom and the student union TV room, and shopped at the University bookstore often, always together, holding hands many times, laughing together. She was a somewhat stocky girl with a milky freckled face and hair of brown tied back tightly. She was different from tall, lanky Alton. They would put their hand in each other’s back jeans pocket, like most of the other students here, a fad of the times. It hurt me to see this. Sometimes I went home and sat for hours in the dark when seeing them. Or when they were in a school play and had a scene when they passionately kissed, I thought I would die. I would never have gone to see the play, had I known.

And there was a knock at the door of the classroom. I startled, jumped a bit, and said come in, knowing somehow it was Alton, because Büyükesat Escort a man has paid his dues often enough, a man has said to himself some people deserve to be alone, some people are happier that way, and there is sunbeam in the doorway of a cloudy day, and I said to him, without looking, as he had opened the door, come on in Alton. I felt all the cuts of the years on me. He stood by the desk scarred and wounded and he somehow scarred and wounded. It came to me like that. He was wounded. He was scarred. The smile came at a price. The predicament would one day overwhelm him, and I remembered Von Aschenbach’s premonition about Tadzio, how it made the man secretly happy, and to pull myself from my favorite movie and one of my favorite novellas, I looked up at Alton, quickly. For if I had been slower in doing so, I might never have looked at all.

I’m in trouble, he told me. His voice broke a bit. He was more than scarred. He was scared. I told him to sit down. He took his usual chair, the one in front and center. He looked down at his reindeer patterned sweater, plucked an invisible piece of lint from the left knee of his jeans, adjusted his booted feet a bit, and continued to look down. It seemed, after he said it so haltingly, that Jo had found him with another guy, that they had experimented a bit, nothing really, a mutual jerk off, and Alton blue eyes hiding and Alton bronze skin, how?, in winter?, because the winters were usually mild or warm here, blushing a bit. His long gold hair hiding part of his face, upper quadrant.

He told me she thought he hated her, that she thought he was making fun of her, and he tried to kiss her, but she backed away. He said she made him feel he was—unclean and wrong and diseased. I put my elbows on my desk of dark brown, put my chin in my hands, cupped, and looked down at the desk. My heart quickened. He wants me. God. So ridiculous. He wants me. Absurd fool man. Absurd lonelies can do that to a person, and one learns somehow, with some equanimity to live in the absurd. I found myself telling him it was just something guys sometimes do and Jo should give him another chance since this was just recently and you and he were drunk and went back to your dorm and masturbated. But, said Alton, in a voice that sounded so youngly hoarse, I liked it, I really liked it. I liked the feel of it, the way it happened, how he touched me, how I touched him, how we knew exactly what turned on the both of us.

I found myself getting an erection, as I listened. I looked out the windows in the back of the room. It had started to snow. I loved snow. It was beautiful and cold and like the sky falling, as Scout observed in “To Kill a Mockingbird,” and I thought, he’s vulnerable now, he is needy now, and then I couldn’t believe I had thought such a thing. No. I lost my hard on quickly in my shame. I said, just give it time, just let her get used to it, and whatever Elvankent Escort you decide, you’re your own free agent, and no one has the right to tell you what to do and with whom. I said it like a teacher tells a class what a story means, or what a mathematical construct is. I said it coldly, bloodlessly. Not unkindly, but just rotely. I was protecting him from me. I was thinking how wonderful this is—I can go home in the snow, and I can masturbate about pretend with Alton, for that was all I had ever done all my life. Pretend. I had seldom touched another human being in my life. This was a lucky day for me. Shameful as it was. This was lucky because I got to this part of the world finally and that was for me a gift. I was using his sadness to build up private secret forever and a day scenarios in my head.

He called my name. I looked to him and away from the snow windows. I was thinking of running through the snow with him, that beautiful music from that lousy film “Love Story” playing in my head and the lyrics of the theme song of it. I saw him as an interloper now. He had left a shadow here for me to play with, with guilty hands and by myself. He had given me a proscenium arch to act out a Christmas world with him. He was asking for help. I heard him as though his voice were coming from down deep in a well. The word kept coming over and over and gradually penetrated my mind, the thought I hope Jo never comes back to you and I hope the guy you jacked with rejects you as a freak and you have to come to me and I get to say, I get to say, because I love you more dearly than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life, I find you beautiful as the sun, I find your lips so infinitely kissable, I dream of you and want you, and he was saying the words now I had wanted to hear so long, he was actually, my bronzed God From the Sea Alton Floyd was saying the words, can I stay with you for a while? I then heard him say that he couldn’t go to his parents’ because they were in the middle of a messy divorce, and he couldn’t stay with Jo and her parents as had been one time planned.

I felt winter in my heart and I danced in my head and I looked at him and smiled and he sort of smiled back, and I thought of my coming to his bed in my guest room or his coming to my bed one night and the climbing in and the holding together and my sharing with him some momentary joys that he would soon forget, but that would keep me alive for so many years and I asked, you can stay in the dorm, can’t you? Some other students are. And the smile tentatively painfully sadly painted that said I am asking you of all people god I am asking you, that smile even was wiped away and he nodded yes, so I told him, that would probably be best. And inside I was cheered, so horribly, so emptily, so painfully-this is your big chance, don’t blow it, I thought, blowing it. I was finally one up on someone. I finally had the upper hand. Beşevler Escort He asked, then in quick desperation, could I come see you, maybe spend Christmas Day with you or something? And I said, my private eagerness overwhelmed by my outward and totally real irritation with him for giving me a chance at a dream that would not happen anyway, I would just wind up making a grasping fool of myself, I said to him in bored tones, no, I don’t think so; I will be busy over the holidays.

Then I stood up. And he jumped up and put his hands in his heavy jacket pockets and walked out of the room like a machine quickly out of synch. I stood at my desk. I had won. I would imagine him by the Christmas tree tonight in my home and we would lie there and be naked and we would make love and he would take me and I would take him and it would be wonderful, all I would ever need, thank you Alton and Jo, a million times thank you thank you…I started gathering my books together, especially the heavy long involved one I was to read over my empty Christmas. I got my coat. I wondered if Alton was waiting outside the door to ask again, and I might say yes this time, and have the truly most horrible Christmas of my life, being so awkward, being so scared, being around him surely it would make me totally impotent, how could it not? When I wanted him so much. It would turn out he was not waiting outside my door or in the corridor or at the exit door or at any of the windows to the outside I passed by. I put my coat and gloves on and prepared briskly to leave darkness here for two weeks. I turned off the lights. The day was early dark now. I closed the door, said good night to the janitor I passed by in the hall.

I kept hoping all the way to my car Alton would be there. I kept hoping I could at least give him a lift somewhere. When I got home, I waited all the time those two weeks for him to call me or to drop by anyway. I jacked off twice that night. And every holiday afternoon I did it again. I thought, he’s sick and with a cold and wishes he were with me. I thought he misses me and wishes to call, and hopes I will call him, and he feels close to me being away from me, this way, that we ever could have been together, even having sex, and I felt warm and cozy in front of my wall heater, drinking my boiled custard, reading my book. I kept the phone close to me at all times. I listened especially hard for the doorbell to ring. Sometimes it didn’t work. So I listened even harder for the knock on the door that never came.

I sat by the phone ready to call him, I guessed he was at his dorm, unless he had patched things up with Jo—no I would not think of that; I did not want to know if he had. So I saw no one. I saw the holiday in by myself and out by myself. I finished the book. I watched the obligatory Christmas movies and TV shows and I cried at the end of Christmas night. I had opened the gifts I had bought and wrapped for myself. I had bought one that I decided would rather go to Alton. I had wrapped it as well. And left it under the tree untouched. Never to be given to him.

In short, actually, it was quite the nicest Christmas I had ever had. I was very fortunate. And his eyes be blue as the sea and he was tawny skinned and his hair was brighter spun gold than the sun, and I loved my Alton. Mine. Forever.

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Author’s Note:

I hope you like this. I personally feel there should be more romantic love stories one here, with more than just sex. I am a student so it is difficult to find time to write but I hope to be able to finish this series by the end of this year! Sorry for the grammar, I just don’t have the time to edit it and want to get it up as soon as I can cause I’m so excited! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this first chapter!

*****

***Nick’s Point of View***

**1 year ago**

The tears fell down my face as I ran out of my apartment. I had to get out of there, I don’t even know how Ill be able to return to pack my things. I had just caught my boyfriend of two years, Ryan, cheating on me.

I drove to my friend Taylor’s place and told her everything I saw. She hugged me tight and helped me throughout the rest of the night. She let me stay at her place and offered to grab my things for me. I told her I wanted to go there, but wanted her to come with me.

The next day she drove me back to the apartment and we walked up the stairs. As soon as I opened the door I saw Ryan walk into the living room shirtless. He looked upset. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me! It was an accident! I promise it won’t ever happen again!” He seemed really nervous. “Please let me take you out to lunch, we can talk about it. Let me just grab a shirt.” He started pushing me towards the door. Then a guy in only boxers walked out of the bedroom. It was the one he was with yesterday.

“Oh you jerk!” Taylor said, stepping towards him. I held her back before she could hit him.

“I came to grab my things. And in case it isn’t clear to you, we’re over. I don’t think there is anything to talk about.” And with that Taylor and I walked into the bedroom and grabbed all of my clothes and put them in m suitcases and everything I could see that was mine I packed into bags.

Ryan sat on the couch, the guy trying to make him feel better as Taylor and I spent the next hour packing my things.

“You can keep the television and everything else, I don’t want any of it.” I said as I walked t the door with the last handful of my stuff.

“Ya, leftovers for the dirtbags.” Taylor said with sass. I could never say it myself but I appreciated it a lot. The guy with Ryan was appalled and opened his mouth to talk back, but before he could she said one final line before shutting the door. “Oh, and by the way, you two make a cute seem perfect for each other. Bye!”

God, I love Taylor. She truly is an amazing friend.

**Present Day**

It has been a year since Ryan and I was doing amazing. I have gotten more and more clients and my reputation is impeccable as a lawyer and am saving so much money its crazy. I bought a gorgeous apartment at a great price, and only a block from Taylor which is a major bonus. Since my relationship ended I have been extremely focused on my work. I realized something really important: Ryan was hoping me back. After a few months I gave him a call to let him know I forgave him for what he did and that I hoped he was doing well, which seemed to be the case with whats-his-face.

Taylor came over to my place for dinner one night, something that happens weekly. Sometimes she brings her husband, Ben, with her and sometimes he hangs out with his buddies.

“You know… I think its time you start dating again.” She eased her way into the conversation.

“I don’t know, my life is so good right now. I’m doing amazing at work, I’m saving so much money, I’m happy-“

“Exactly! You’re in a great place in your life right now! You have accomplished so much for yourself, why don’t you share it?”

“I don’t know…”

“I think I found you a guy…” she said with a smile that showed she was up to something.

“Oh, really? A guy? How nice.”

“Oh shut up, I’m serious. Please, just one date?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Come on!!”

“Fine. One date, I promise nothing more!”

“Yay! I’m so happy you said yes because I kind of already told him you had said yes!” She said, happy and guilty at the same time.”

“Oh, I see how it is.” I laughed.

“I’m telling you, I think you two will hit it off. His name is Alex, he just joined Ben’s police force. He just moved here from Texas. He seems like a great guy, he’s so hot, and he is gay!”

“Great, at least we have one thing in common.”

“Oh hush, I’m telling you, I think you’ll like him!”

“Okay, okay. Set it up so I can get it over with!”

“Remember those words!” She said.

***

The next Saturday I found myself driving to a nice café to meet this Alex guy.

“Ok, it only has to be an hour and then you can say you gave it a fair shot.” I told myself. I mean, I could use the company sometimes but I don’t need it. I’m focused on my clients right now, not my love life, even if I would like one.

I walked in and saw him sitting in this gorgeous Parisian-themed booth. Taylor wasn’t kidding, he is quite good looking. After another second of looking at him I realized he is more than just good-looking, he Eryaman Escort looks like a Greek god for crying out loud! He got here earlier than me which is interesting since I always get somewhere early.

When he saw me, he stood up and waved. I walked over to him. “Hi, I’m Alex. It’s so nice to meet you.” He said in an incredibly sexy, Texan accent. While his voice was deep, it wasn’t overpowering.

He held out his hand and I shook it. “Hi, nice to meet you as well. I’m Nick.” I said. His deep blue eyes met my brown ones and he smiled at me. Wow. I think I smiled back but I can’t be sure because I’m quite distracted. Remember Nick, this is just one date, you’re not interested in a relationship right now…right?

He waited for me to sit down before he did as well, something that made it seem like he would’ve held my chair out and helped me in if we were not sitting at a booth.

“So how long ago did you move here? Are you liking it?” I asked.

“About a month ago. I’m loving it a lot here, especially right now.” He said blushing a little. That made me smile and I bet my face was turning red.

After a few minutes, the waitress came and took our orders. Once we got our drinks the conversation just started to flow.

“Taylor said you’re a lawyer, what area do you practice?” He asked.

“Mostly criminal, but divorce as well. Maybe I’ve defended someone you’ve arrested.” I joked.

“Maybe.” He laughed.

“So what made you decided to become a police officer?” I asked.

“Well, it’s in my family. My father was one, his father was one, my brother and my sister are as well. So after two years in the Army, it just seemed natural to join the police force.”

“Oh wow, that’s awesome. Thank you for your service.” He nodded his head. “So do they all live in Texas or have they moved somewhere else?”

“They still live in Texas. I wanted a change so I figured New York seemed like a good place. How about you? Do you have any siblings? Does your family live around here?”

“Ya, I have an older brother and an older sister. My family all still lives around here.” I replied.

“So you grew up here?”

“Ya, I did. I always loved the city so it seemed natural to just stay here.”

Our food came and we continued talking. He is so funny i kept laughing at everything he said. We each got dessert and before I knew it our meal had commenced… and realized I didn’t want it to.

We split the bill in half and walked out to the parking lot. He walked me to my car. “How would you feel about going out again?” He asked, his eyes meeting mine.

“I’d really like that.” I said, unable to control my smile.

“How about tomorrow? I can pick you up at 11?” He asked.

“That sounds great.” I replied. He opened my door and shut it after I got in. I felt his eyes on me every second, and I didn’t mind it. I can’t believe I actually liked the date, like really liked it.

***

Earlier this morning he texted me asking for my address. I gave it to him and asked what the plan was for ur date. He wouldn’t tell me, but told me to dress pretty casually. I put on a pair of tan shorts and a patterned button up so hopefully I’m good.

5 minutes before 11 I heard the buzzer. I told the doorman to let him up. A minute later and Alex was stepping out of the elevator into my apartment.

“Good morning.” I said.

“Good morning. I didn’t think it was possible but you somehow look better than you did yesterday.” He said, his cheeks turning red.

I smiled. “Ya well, to be fair I wasn’t planning on wanting to go on a second date so I didn’t try too much.”

“Oh, so you like me then?” He said, a sexy grin forming on his face.

I returned his grin with an eye roll. “Don’t get too happy yet. You still have time to make me not like you.”

“I will try very, very hard not to make you not like me.” He said in a jokingly cocky way.

“Thank you. So, are you going to tell me what your plan for today is?” I asked.

“Not big on surprises, are we?” He asked.

“A lawyer must always be prepared for any tricks their opponents try to throw at them.”

He held his hands up as if I were accusing him of something. “When did we become opponents?” He laughed.

I pushed for the elevator and when it opened we stepped in “Since you wouldn’t tell me your evil plans.”

“Fine. We are going to the park. I have packed us a picnic basket so we can have lunch and enjoy this beautiful day.

When we got to Central Park we walked around looking for a good spot. I held the blanket and he carried the basket. We found a place near a tree that still had the sun shining on it. We laid the blanket down and began our picnic. Inside he had packed water, Uncrustables, cheese and crackers with jam, and chocolate strawberries along with other things. It was amazing, he must have spent some time preparing for it.

“I thought we’d have a fine dining experience in the park.” He said, offering me a children’s Uncrustable peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“You Sincan Escort already know my tastes in food, I see.”

“Yes, I had to force it out to Taylor. It cost me though, she said I have t make her dinner one night in return for the intel.” He replied. I laughed at that.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from her. Why does she want you to make her a dinner?” I asked.

“Because I like to cook and Id like to think I’m actually a pretty decent cook.”

“So you’re saying you coulee made me a delicious meal from scratch but opted to bring me these?” I asked, lifting the now half-eaten sandwich up in sarcasm.

“Yes and I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll cook you dinner next time.”

“Oh so you’re already expecting there to be a next time, are ya?” I teased.

“Ha, ha. I’d like there to be.” He said more serious now.

We sat on the blanket and ate our meal, talking and getting to know each other better and better. Soon we were lying on the blanket on our sides, facing each other. The more time I spend with him the sweeter and sweeter he seems to get. The way he talks about his family and his job, it is obvious he cares deeply. It is obvious he is a good, decent human.

Time went fast. It had already reached 4 in the afternoon when we decided to head back. He walked me back upstairs to my apartment. We stood in the elevator, just the two of us, for a minute in silence as it rose up to my floor, his deep blue eyes locked on mine. It was like slow motion, yet so fast I didn’t even fully process it. He had managed push me against the wall, his body mere centimeters from mine. I could feel the heat of his hands as they cupped my face. Then, before my brain had time to properly freak out his lips pressed soft against mine. Tingles ran down my body as the soft kiss became more firm. Soon I had my hands running over his head. Our lips would connect, then break apart for a spot second before being pulled back in. And then, the door opened to my apartment.

“Thanks for a great day. I really enjoyed it.” I said as I walked out. “I have to prep for work, otherwise I’d invite you in to watch a movie or something.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” He said sincerely as he leaned against the elevator door. Before I could move any further I realized he was holding my hand and was pulling me back in. We shared another passionate kiss. Brief, but passionate. When it was over he said, “I’ll call you tomorrow?” Then he kissed my cheek. All I could do was nod and smile like a little child.

“That’d be great. Goodnight, Alex.” I said as he stepped back into the elevator.

“Goodnight, Nick.” He smiled.

We spent the next few weeks going on dates and hanging out together. We kissed a lot, but not much else, we didn’t really cuddle, just sat next to each other when we watched something. Our one month anniversary had approached. We decided to go out to eat and celebrate. When we got back to my place we decided to watch a romantic comedy.

“Do you want any snacks?” I asked.

“Just see popcorn and water, maybe?” He replied.

When I got back with the bowl of popcorn he had set the movie up and made a pilot fort on the couch and huge footrest. “I thought we could change it up a little, make it more special if you don’t mind?”

“No, ya, I love it.” I smiled. He took the popcorn from my hands and placed it on the couch away from him. Then he pulled me down on top of him and kissed me. “You know, we’ve been dating for a month now, I think its time we snuggle up while watching a movie, don’t you think.” He grinned.

“If it means that much to you…” I said sarcastically. “I guess I can compromise.”

“Thank you.” He laughed. We shared another kiss as he tossed the blanket over our bodies. He leaned back and wrapped his arms around me as I laid my head on his chest. Damn was it firm. And his heartbeat, it got a little faster when I wrapped my arm over his stomach and around his ribcage.

“I could get used to this.” I said.

“Me too.” He replied, kissing my head.

***

Another two months passed and we had agreed to take things slow, no sex yet. Its been very hard, I mean just the thought of him makes me smile and makes my heart beat faster.

A week before the Fourth of July he made me an incredible dinner, he really was quite a talented cook. While we were eating I asked, “Do you want to go to the beach for the Fourth of July?”

“Ya, that’d be awesome. We could make a nice day out of it, what beach did you have in mind?”

“I actually have a beach house, so we can go for the whole weekend if you’d like?”

“Wow, ya, that’d be great, but can you get away from work?”

“Ya, I can bring a few things with me if you don’t mind but I should be fine. I haven’t been there in a while, I’ve just been so busy with work and everything.”

“When was the last time you were there?” He asked.

I looked down at my food, not sure whether to answer the question. I think its time to open up more to him. “It was the summer before last, I went Etlik Escort with my ex.” It was obvious I didn’t like saying it.

“Oh, do you mind if I ask what happened?” He said, reaching out and grabbing my hand.

“Uh, ya, we dated for two years and he uh, he cheated on me, I actually caught him. It was Taylor who helped me get through it.” He squeezed my hand gently.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine what that must have been like.”

“Ya, I didn’t date for over a year and I buried myself in my work. It wasn’t until you the I came up for air again.”

His eyes locked on mine. He moved in closer. “I promise I won’t ever hurt you like that, Nick. I care way too much about you.”

“I care about you too.” We shared a long kiss. “So, tell me about your ex, or exes.”

“Honestly not much to tell, I’ve only had one other real relationship and it just didn’t work out. We just realized we weren’t right for each other.”

“How long was the relationship?”

“About 11 months.”

“Thanks for sharing. It means a lot to me.”

“Same to me.” He kissed the hand he was still holding.

“How would you feel if I invite Taylor and Ben for the Fourth? We can go up on the 3rd and get it set up and they can come the next morning.” I asked.

“I think that’d be great.” He smiled.

***

I drove us down to the Hamptons and to my beach house. He was taken aback when he realized where we were.

“You said you had a beach house…” He said as I put the car in park.

“Ya, I do…”

“No, you have Beach McMansion in the Hamptons.” He laughed.

“Ya, its an investment property.” I laughed.

“You know, most people buy a few stocks when they want to invest, not a palace.”

“Oh, its not a palace. It only has 7 bedrooms, thats way too small.” I said, serious but still joking.”

He just stared at me, lost for words. Finally he found some. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to offend.” He said sarcastically. I laughed.

“Ok, so I buy investment properties on the side. I just never sold this one cause I liked it too much.”

“Well, good for you.” He said, motioning he was tipping his pretend cowboy hat.

“You know, sometimes I forget you’re from Texas…” I smirked.

“Well you keep saying how much you love my accent, that I don’t have, so I think you’re lying.” He said as we entered the house.

“I don’t know, sometimes that mouth says some strange things.” I teased.

“But it can do some amazing things too.” He said, pulling me close and kissing my lips fiercely.

After what seemed like forever but also not long enough, he let go. “Ok, you win this one.” I blushed.

We spent the day cleaning the house and went grocery shopping and prepared for the fun day tomorrow. After making scrambled eggs for dinner, we walked down to the beach. The sun was setting and it was magnificent. He say down and spread his legs, motioning for me to sit in between them. We aren’t into PDA, but since its so private and nobody is around, why not?

I sat down and leaned back against him. He wrapped his big, perfectly muscular, but not too bulky, arms around me and kissed my earlobe. “Dang, you smell good.” He whispered in my ear, his accent at its thickest.

“Thanks, Its a mix of Windex and scrambled eggs.” He laughed.

“You’re really something, you know that?” He said, raising my chin so I was looking up and back at him. He gently kissed my lips.

“So are you.” We kissed again. We sat there and watched the sun set until it was completely gone. “Just so you know, I took a test a few months, I’m all clean.”

“Same for me, I took my last one when I applied here, all clean.” He responded.

“In that case, I think its time we head inside, don’t you?” I said getting up. I grabbed his hand and helped him up.

“I think so too.” He said gently.

It is clear to the both of us that we are ready. Our relationship has reached a level where we know what we want, and we know we are happy together.

I led him back into the house. “You know, one reason I bought this house was because of the third floor…”

“Don’t tell me you have some sex dungeon up there?” He joked.

“Well, not quite. The third floor is entirely dedicated to the master bedroom. And attached to the master bedroom is a gorgeous walk in closet…”

“Ok, not sure where you’re going with this…” He said.

We had reached the third floor. “And on the other side of the closet is a beautiful white marble bathroom.” I led him though the huge closet and into the bright white bathroom. “And in the bathroom is a nice, huge bath tub jacuzzi.” I said with a grin. “Oh but the thing is… I’ve never used it! The closest I’ve gotten was to when I cleaned it earlier this afternoon. And you know, when I was cleaning it I thought of how it would be such a waste for one person to fill this tub with water, don’t you think?”

“Yes, such as waste. Its such a beautiful tub, would be a waste to not use it.” He said. I turned on the water, getting it nice and hot. “But theres just one problem.”

I turned to look at him, “What?” I asked seriously.

He laughed. “Well, its so beautiful, but its nothing compared to you.” He moved in closer as I leaned back up. “And I have a feeling its about to get a lot uglier in comparison when you take off those clothes.” He kissed me. Then he kissed me again. God it felt incredible.

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Though I’d brought poppers for a bit of repeat steamroom fun, as is generally true at the baths, intentions and reality rarely intersect perfectly. Or too well, with a stranger sucking my uncovered cock and fingering my ass, legs spread wide, moaning, still concerned about condoms, an intention only given up slowly as he painstakingly turned me on, making my completely complicit, exploiting the common male weakness for getting sucked off.

My unseen partner had skillfully tempted me into becoming his naked suck slut, understanding that all he required was to get his lips over my cock, to let me experience his warm wetness. Waiting until I could no longer stop his mouth from taking control of the situation, regardless of how many attempts I made to resist its entrancing skills. A resistance that weakened slowly but consistently, as I needed to do nothing but remain lying in the dark, fisting my stiff length, letting a stranger turn me on to the point of no longer stopping his mouth from sliding over my cock head. Knowing that I’d fill that mouth with hot cum.

A game of simple pleasures, played between horny men, one that is becoming continually more difficult to resist. Where the addictive immediate reality of male cock worship overrides any potential future concerns, a truth easily exploited by dedicated bathhouse cock suckers. As he was, my cock being at least the second he’d gone down on today.

My condoms and camera were in their black bag, now bent glasses next to them against the wall. The condoms still being in the bag meant that dealing with them would have interrupted the various pleasures a stranger was creating. His intentions had been clear from the start. Laying there together, his tongue moving towards my quivering shaft, it was easy to put off dealing with a condom, by gently pushing his head away, saying “not bare” several times.

He moved his head away as I kept stroking my shaft, his hand roaming over my thigh, finding its way between my slowly opening legs. Causing an obvious response, as he began to anally tease me. Soon, the dry finger became uncomfortable, making me twist enough to ensure he understood my meaning. He changed position, starting to slide his mouth along the base of my cock, going lower to lick my hairy sack.

His hand gently pushed mine away from my stiff length, easily surrendering, left hand sliding over his head, feeling his short hair, playing with his ear. Moaning lightly when he sucked my left nut into mouth, tongue bathing it the entire time. I’m starting to appreciate expert teabagging, having experienced it two out of the last three visits.

The other reason I’m starting to get addicted to my balls being licked at the baths is how the lickers use their spit to lubricate my willing and welcoming rosebud, so easily teased and penetrated. The sluttiness was irresistible, as he continued to use his mouth and fingers between my spread thighs. Unable to reach much more of him than his head and back, allowing no chance to change his focus – or mine. Deeply into the game of darkroom sex, for the second time today, fully aware of how the smell of my cock was turning him into a total slut.

The first time had ended poorly, for me, because clumsiness is something that one also encounters at the baths.

I’d drifted in and out of the darkroom a couple of times before getting more involved with a stranger, wearing nothing but a towel in a place Eryaman Escort where casual sex between men is the reason for being there. A delightful reason, as hands played with hair and balls and swelling cock. I’d started to leave when he entered, meaning that it was necessary to get rid of my bag again before using both hands.

After getting mutually hard, I led him back, spreading out my towel and putting my bag along the wall. Rush, poppers, and camera all unnecessary, as we began to get each other off in the darkness. No distractions, nothing but concentrated sexual attention. Something that only someone of the same sex can completely understand, though as any bi person knows, the other sex offers things that the same sex can never provide. An opinion shared by my female bi friend, who simply loves cock the way I do pussy.

Or vice versa, as the case may be.

My glasses were in the way of nipple sucking in rhythm to how he pumped my cock, so I took them off. Another man had started stroking my foot, then my leg. Soon, I felt a new hand over my cock, followed by the sensation of a man’s breathing in my bush. Finished pushing the glasses and bag further back along the wall, I reached down, gently guiding the new man towards the other man’s cock.

One reason I try to use condoms is complete awareness of the fact that virtually no one else at the baths does. An observation without judgment, having been more than willing over the years to have turned on men get off with each other bareback – voluntarily, of course. Though what voluntary means in the context of such an overwhelming male sexual environment is another discussion entirely.

Wriggling back, stroking myself as the man getting sucked moaned and tweaked my nipple, letting orgasm approach and ebb several times. A couple of other men had entered the darkroom, moving towards the free space. The pair next to me left, so I decided to follow. After all, a bit of good innocent fun between boys in the dark is something that took 5 decades for me to discover, and there was no reason to be concerned about a mutual of nipple play while jacking off. Particularly when it was with another man, equally aware of just how good it felt.

The darkroom was quiet as I sat up, trying to find my bag and glasses by sweeping my left hand through the space. Shifting position to extend the search, something touched the top of my head. Turning, the next touch happened along my cheek. Having been in the dark for so long, my eyes were barely able to penetrate the dimness. Someone wanted attention, now noting how close a hard cock was to me, realizing he was standing.

The scent was delightful, drawing me closer to his bush. Subtly sexual and thoroughly arousing, my nose sliding and slipping over his smooth stretched skin, becoming entranced. Reminding me of earlier times, at gloryholes and theaters, first encounters with the smell of horny cock. Bringing back memories of Peter, the first man I kissed, and how his cock smelled as I licked it.

Inevitably, my lips began to slide over his shaft and sack, surrendering to my growing desire. Having been tea bagged twice recently, I tried to do the same, enjoying the sensation of enclosing one of his balls in my mouth, bathing it with my tongue, my head filled with the perfume of cock.

Pulling back, looking at him, he appeared to be maybe Sincan Escort 30, with a cock and bush much like mine. He put his hands on my head, needing no other incentive to being reintroduced to the power of a naked cock. Starting to lick his shaft, teasing in a way, wondering about finding my condoms. He had other plans, stepping over my shoulder, then starting to settle down against me.

Having no desire to play that way, moving away, sliding out as he squatted more forcefully, seemingly trying to pin me. His losing balance was unintended, but by that point, I could have cared less about whatever he wanted, unconcerned about my desires being more important than his. When he started to tumble, following my shoulder withdrawing from between his bent legs, it occurred to me that such a result might be less than optimal.

Hearing how he fell, it was a relief to recognize that the camera was not involved, though the cracking sound was not encouraging. Finding my glasses, partially by pushing him away, it was apparent the titanium frame had withstood the force of his clumsy weight falling on them. At least to the extent of being able to restore their normal shape.

Still, it was irritating, prompting a fairly loud “fuck” when leaving, seeing how an edge had been chipped, possibly when I’d twisted the frame back into proper shape. Motivated also by the realization that just because someone had a sexy cock didn’t mean I’d want to enjoy dealing with its owner.

Downstairs, the steambath was empty. Doing a hit alone was nothing more than an experiment, without minimal results.

Back in the darkroom, the unsubtle sounds of sucking drew me forward, pretty much returning to the same area as earlier, though needing to squeeze past a laying stranger to find adequate space. He did not mind, as my hands spread out, exploring. Soon uncovering more of what was going on, feeling a man on his knees. Clearly the person getting sucked, one hand roamed his ass as my other began to touch my growing cock.

My finger slowly approached his hole, feeling warm metal instead of soft skin. Gently, I began to move it, playing with a stranger’s butt plug as he was getting head. Intriguingly, enjoyable as that seemed to be for him, it wasn’t possible to get my hand near his cock or the other man’s mouth. Even the sounds were subtle, though unmistakable. However, I was able to fondle the sprawled cocksucker, who soon returned the favor, freeing my hand to play with chest.

The idea of poppers involved too much work at this stage of becoming part of a threesome, deciding not to even bother with the bag until condoms were needed. At some point, the sucked man got up and left, without any sign of orgasming. A fact that also distinguishes bathhouse sex – with so much variety, there is no reason not to enjoy it near the peak for as long as possible.

Which can also be a bit frustrating if a major pleasure is making a cock fill your mouth with cum, a trait shared by all cock suckers, male or female. The one time my bi-friend sucked me off near midnight was essentially caused by her not getting a man off earlier that day – a subject we discussed while smoking, caressing, and undressing. She wanted me to cum, and by the time she took me deep, there was no question that I’d be satisfying her desire.

A desire shared by the man next to me, who shifted his focus. Etlik Escort Already, the absence of any clumsiness had been gratifying, especially as I rarely encounter partners using toys at all. The idea of a butt plug in a more public setting intrigues me, though my experience masturbating with them was alone – and quite in the past. An interest more apparent than I’d thought, beginning to fall under a stranger’s spell.

Part of being seduced is wanting to be, something that this patient cock sucker exploited to the full. Though words like “condom” and “not naked” passed my lips, my right hand was too focussed on jacking off, feeling his tongue or finger create magic. Needing to do nothing but let him continue.

When his tongue reached my shaft again, it remained easy to lazily decide there was still no need to interrupt a stranger, as long as he didn’t reach my cockhead. Spreading my legs wider as his wet finger played with my hole provided a bit of distraction, especially as the motion of my stroking hand grew wonderfully intense, his spit lubricating the lower half of my palm. His tongue ran over my opened pinkie and ring finger, moving slowly to a still circled thumb and index finger.

Another distraction involved saying “not naked” and “fuck yes,” hand moving upwards, pressing underneath the flared head of my dick. His tongue sliding over my cockhead made me pull my horny cock away, ass ring pulsing around his half buried finger. I gasped “condoms,” unable to do anything more, the sensations taking over. Requiring nothing more than to lay there for them to occur.

Knowing that by now, I was incapable of doing anything else other than becoming a suck slut’s willing object. He withdrew his finger before his next attempt to go down on me, lips pressing over my cock head, reaching underneath the cock ridge before I was able to move my cock away, jacking off gloriously as the addictive saliva spread.

His hand replaced mine skillfully, making it easy to decide, again, that the opportunity to finally get condoms still hadn’t arrived. Dimly seeing and hearing how he licked his finger before returning to teabagging me, his tongue bathed my balls as before, starting to finger fuck me again. This time, when his mouth began to take my cock into paradise, I couldn’t stop him immediately.

Nor did I want to, regardless of the occasional repeated words. Words we tended to ignore, except for those like “fuck yes” and “naked cock” and “slut sucker.” As orgasm slowly approached, I wrested control of my cock back, starting a pumping rhythm matching his finger’s movement.

A contest of wills slowly developed, with a predictable end, even if I was not quite admitting it consciously. Generally, I kept a hand on my shaft, letting his mouth have the end of my cock, breaking contact with his mouth whenever orgasm came too close. All the time moaning about being uncovered and using condoms, recognizing how my mind had simply stuck into a pattern irrelevant to what my cock was enjoying.

That being a blow job slowly developing into one of the best I’d ever experienced. Having lost complete track of how often the temptation to come had grown and barely receded in waves of soft wetness. Distantly knowing that he made his finger wet before putting it back into my wanting hole several times, a kinky reminder of just how thoroughly slutty this stranger really was. Vaguely recognizing that at least a couple of visitors had tried to participate, without ever becoming involved.

This was not mouth fucking, as even the times I could not stop thrusting towards his throat were short and restrained.

Finally able to do nothing but cum, his finger in my ass, flooding his mouth. Knowing that I’d given into temptation, and loved it.

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