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The rest of March fell into a wonderful and productive pattern. I continued to see Grace every Thursday evening. One week we worked straight through getting organized for an English essay and a Law and Government test. The next week, we checked in on all her classes and found she was up to date. Grinning like kids getting away with something, we went upstairs to her bedroom and ended up in a deeply satisfying sixty-nine that lasted the rest of our hour together and left us both wrung out and happy. The last Thursday was all business again, including some SAT prep and time management. Fortunately, the lacrosse politics seemed to have wound down as the season progressed. I did my best to keep her moving academically and nudged her to prioritize some down time, some fun time, and some work time.

I kept seeing her mom, but tried to keep the two worlds separate. Lindsey expressed her appreciation for how well Grace seemed to be doing, but we didn’t talk much about anything else that happened. The jokes about molesting her daughter died down as we settled into a comfortable and balanced pattern of stolen pleasures. Her husband popped in and out of the picture occasionally, but seemed to spend a lot of time in South America that spring, which was fine with both of us. Although we had to keep things pretty quiet around town, I even managed to chat publicly with Lindsey when I ran into her at a lacrosse game. Teachers are not really supposed to be dating parents–especially married ones. We played it cool and no one noticed a thing, but there was a double gleam in our eyes because we had a secret AND we both knew I was there to see Grace because of what we had going on. All in all, it was a satisfying few weeks.

As April break approached, though, things got busier. All of my classes were pushing to get things done so there would be no work over the vacation. I was up late grading and Grace was super-busy academically. The afternoons I spent with her were focused solely on getting things done. She still wasn’t a great student, after all, and the increased pace was giving her trouble. Fortunately, some extra time was possible when school was out–Grace wasn’t going anywhere because she had practice and a travel tournament to play in. That meant we might be able to connect and get some work done. Naturally, my mind wandered back to the weekend days I had spent with her already and my heart beat a little faster. There was THAT possibility as well!

Lindsey, on the other hand, was going to be away for the week. She didn’t seem thrilled, but a trip to Curacao and Cartagena can’t be all bad. We had a nice weekend together the week before she left and I got Grace through her last Thursday afternoon session that lasted almost two hours. Lindsey kindly gave me another check before she left so I was feeling flush and thinking about a spring trip myself.

Saturday morning, though, I got a text that changed my calendar in a good way. It was Grace, of course, and she asked if I had any time during the week to work together. She had practice from 9-12 each day, but was free every afternoon. I agreed to Monday afternoon and said we could see what progress she made after that. I shifted my travel and hiking plans to the last weekend of break in anticipation.

After the crazy week, I was happy to relax on Saturday and Sunday and get some stuff done around the house. Monday morning I went to the gym and then went home to shower. Hoping the day would lead to more than work, I shaved extra close and groomed myself from head to toe. Traffic was non-existent, and even with a stop at a Venezuelan restaurant for lunch, I was at Grace’s house at 12:30. I knocked and let myself in since Grace’s car was in the driveway and found her sitting at the kitchen counter working her way through a container of pasta salad.

“Shorry!” she mumbled around a mouthful.

I laughed and told her Didim Escort it was no problem. As I walked around her to set my stuff on the table, I darted glances at her outfit. She was wearing ankle-high white cleats, short white socks, a skirt that bared her toned and tanned thighs, and a white practice jersey with blue trim that clung to her back but gaped open as she leaned forward. Her hair was caught back in a ponytail and was still dark with sweat from practice. She looked young and athletic and beautiful and I was caught off-guard by the wholesomeness she exuded as she sat there. My subtle glances weren’t so subtle, though, because she caught me looking and grinned as she finished off her water.

“Are you checking me out?” she asked laughingly.

“Yeah…I kind of am!” I said, crossing my arms smugly. “Are you cool with that?”

“Do you have a thing for sweaty lacrosse girls?”

“Sometimes. But I don’t discriminate. I like sweaty soccer girls, too.”

She snorted and her lips twisted into a wry smile.

“I’m going to tell my soccer friends to watch out!”

“I think they’re pretty safe,” I said candidly. “What we have going on is kind of one-in-a-million.”

“I don’t know, Mr. Robertson…I mean, I’m going to graduate and go away to school. Who will you be…tutoring next year?”

The way she said “tutoring” was hugely suggestive, but I just shrugged and smiled back.

“Who knows?” I answered at last. “You might need help with those freshman classes!”

“Maybe…” she answered speculatively, smiling to herself. “Or maybe I could recommend a few of my friends that could work with you after I’m gone!”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at the prospect of Grace pimping me out to her friends, but I knew that was strictly fantasy territory. Images of her hallway friends flashed across my mind, though, and I wondered who she had in mind.

“Let’s focus on THIS year and getting YOU graduated!” I replied, trying to get things back on course professionally. “If you’re finished, we should take a look at what you have to do.”

“Okay, fine!” she answered with exaggerated sighs. “You get set up and I’ll put my dishes in the sink.”

That sounded productive, so I went and sat at the table and pulled out my laptop to check grades and assignments. Grace clattered around for a minute and then I heard her cleats click away across the kitchen floor. There was a rustle of fabric and a pause and then I heard them clunk to the mat in the entryway, after which her soft footsteps came close again until she stood behind me. Instead of sitting down, though, she rested her hands on my shoulders and bent down to look at the screen with her head next to mine.

“See anything terrible?” she asked softly.

“Nope. Looks pretty good!” I informed her.

“Wanna see something better?” she whispered.

I craned my neck to look back at her and was greeted with luminous green eyes, a wicked smile, and a gaping jersey that fell away to reveal her cleavage. After a long moment of appreciation, my eyes darted up to hers.

“Isn’t a sports bra part of the uniform?” I asked innocently.

“I must have lost it somewhere,” she said with a puzzled look.

“That could be a problem at the next practice!” I remonstrated.

A giggle burst forth spontaneously, but was quickly stifled. Her lips twitching, Grace held my gaze and moved around from the back of the chair. With the effortless flexibility of a teenager, she turned abruptly and lifted her foot across my legs, straddling me in an instant and settling herself gently on my lap. Her arms ended up around my neck and when I glanced down, her breasts were pushed together invitingly right in front of me. I looked back up and smiled.

“I guess you’re not ready for school work yet, is that it?”

“Uh-uh,” she murmured.

“Is there something else on your mind?”

“Uh-huh,” Didim Escort Bayan she replied.

“What’s that, Grace?”

“I need help with something,” she whispered, bringing her lips close to mine but not quite making contact.

“What’s that?”

“Well…” she began.

She paused and released my neck, stroked down the outsides of my arms, and then grabbed my wrists. Her eyes gleaming, she guided my hands to the outsides of her thighs and urged me to caress her there. Naturally, I was happy to comply. Once I began, she smiled happily and wriggled herself closer and draped her arms over my shoulders again. Then she leaned closer.

“I kind of lost something else,” she whispered, wiggling her sweet little butt for emphasis.

Awareness dawned and I stroked higher on her thighs. Lacrosse skirts usually have a built-in pair of shorts for modesty, but those were gone as well. My fingers traveled under her skirt all the way around until they met behind her and traced the dimples at the base of her spine.

“That IS going to be a problem at practice!” I intoned pompously.

She giggled once more and then leaned even closer, her breasts pressing against my chest.

“So what is it about lacrosse girls?” she whispered in my ear.

Before I could answer, I felt her tongue flick out and trace one of the lines there. I groaned at the sudden stimulus and pulled her ass tighter against me. She hummed happily and nipped at my earlobe before she continued.

“Do you like girls like me because we’re sweaty and dirty?”

Instead of answering right away, I buried my face in her neck and breathed deeply, then kissed a line from the collar of her jersey to the soft spot just behind her ear.

“No,” I whispered there, “it’s not because you’re sweaty and dirty…it’s because you’re young and athletic and beautiful.”

I paused to switch sides and repeat the trail of kisses, grinding her against my groin all the while. Knowing she was bare beneath her skirt added an arousing thrill, and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thickening cock.

Grace groaned contentedly at the combined stimulation and pulled her face back far enough to kiss me for real. Her lips parted right away and her tongue sought mine hungrily. I smiled to myself when I felt her rubbing her breasts against my chest and rocking her hips into me–it always amazed me that an 18-year old girl was this eager for me!

“Fuck!” she said abruptly, breaking away and leaning back a few inches. “I’m so horny I can’t stand it!”

Her hands darted between us and fumbled with my zipper. I let go of her ass and took over, pulling myself past the jagged teeth without injury and standing my cock straight up against the front of her skirt. Thinking ahead for once, I opened the snap as well and pushed my pants down six inches so neither one of us would tangle with the zipper. Then I gave a quick swipe around the head to spread the precum that had dribbled out. After that, I grabbed her ass again and squeezed to tell her I was ready. I felt her thighs tense as she lifted herself, moved forward, and got herself lined up above me. Her arms went back around my neck at the same instant she dropped down with her full weight and thumped onto my thighs, burying my cock completely in one stroke. Her back arched and a long, wordless groan exploded from her lips at the sudden fullness. She was slick and tight around me and I closed my eyes, rocked by her urgent need.

Almost savagely, her lips came back to mine and she sucked my lip and then my tongue as she began to rock her hips hard against me. The chair creaked with the fury of her movements and all I could do was hold on and enjoy the ride. Every move forward let her grind her clit against my pubic bone and I could tell she was desperately in need of an orgasm. Her arms were fully around my neck, Escort Didim her breasts mashed against my chest, and her lips locked onto mine as she drove herself into me again and again, striving for release. Fascinated by her urgency, I did my best to help, reaching behind her with both hands and trailing my fingers along the crack of her ass and beyond, stroking her slick labia as they spread around the base of my cock. She groaned gutterally against my lips and rocked even faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Barely two minutes after she began, Grace hit her peak and froze. I kept still as well, letting her cling to me as her pussy pulsed around me and her muscles quivered with ripples of pleasure. All I could do was hold her and try not to cum myself as I felt the throbbing deep inside her. When I felt her grip relax, though, I knew that I needed the same thing myself. Instead of being my usual patient self, I grabbed her tightly about the waist and stood up, bringing her up with me, my cock still buried inside her. Grace’s eyes flew open in surprise, but then she held on tighter and wrapped her legs around my waist. With a few quick steps, I turned and walked her over to the barstool she had vacated such a short time ago and dropped her ass onto it. She relaxed the grip of her arms and thighs but kept me close and smiled understandingly up at me as I pushed myself against her.

“Do it!” she hissed. “I know you’re horny, too!”

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped in reply as I slammed my hips forward.

The barstool creaked a little as well, but I knew it wouldn’t have to take the rocking for long. I set up a steady thrusting rhythm that allowed me a full stroke into Grace’s willing young body and I pulled her lower body tight against me every time I bottomed out. My head hung forward and I alternated between watching my cock disappear inside her and watching the bouncing of her breasts as I pumped into her.

“Do you like my tits, Mr. Robertson?” Grace whispered provocatively.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” I hissed in response.

Leaning her weight on the backrest, Grace quickly crossed her hands at her waist and whisked the jersey up and off, tugging hard when it caught the back of the chair and then throwing it aside. I groaned as her bare breasts were revealed and my gaze was locked there watching them jump every time our bodies met. Her hands went back to hold my arms and she looked down between us as well.

“That’s right, Mr. Robertson…fuck me hard. Make yourself cum and look at me!”

Who would have believed a high-school student could be so aware? I only thought of that later, though…at the moment, I was almost frantically driving myself into the heat of her slippery, tight pussy and watching her lithe body respond to every thrust. Everything else fled as I felt the approaching explosion and drank in the supple body in front of me, around me, urging me on.

“Fuck, Grace!” I moaned at last, feeling my thighs quiver with a final strain and driving into her one last time.

Grace almost leapt forward to wrap her arms around my neck again, letting her weight fall onto my cock once more just as I exploded deep inside her. Her legs flexed with every pulse of my orgasm, pulling me hard against her and I stood like a shivering statue and emptied myself completely. My eyes closed involuntarily and I took shallow breaths between the waves of pleasure.

“That’s it…” she whispered against my neck. “That’s what I wanted.”

As my body relaxed, Grace eased her grip as well and sank slowly back onto the stool. When my pulsing stopped, I stepped closer to keep myself buried inside her as long as possible and opened my eyes again. She was watching my face and a pleased smile tugged the corners of her lips upward. My gaze flicked from her eyes to her lips, down the sweet valley between her breasts where perspiration glistened, and back to the dark fringe of hair that had escaped her ponytail and hung damply along her forehead.

I smiled slowly and snorted to myself.

“What?” Grace whispered, smiling more broadly.

“Sweaty lacrosse girl!” I said happily, grinning down at her.

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It had been over two weeks since Jonathan heard from Mac. He had grown anxious that their last encounter had put a wedge between them. Unsure as to how to break the silence, he finally decided to text his friend.

“Hey man, how those veggie starts doing?”

Thankfully Mac, who was also worried that things wouldn’t quite be the same between them, had his phone by his side and responded almost immediately.

“Fantastic. You should come check them out.”

Jonathan was quite relieved, and decided to head over to the garden the following day.

When he arrived, it’s as if nothing sexual had ever happened. They did some gardening, smoked some weed, talked a little politics, and then smoked a little more. As the afternoon was winding down, Mac then hit Jonathan with a question he hadn’t asked before.

“I was thinking of going camping this weekend. Wanna come?”

Jonathan didn’t really like to camp, but knew what his friend meant.

“Where to?” he asked.

“Up at the lake where I always go.”

“Sure,” replied Jonathan. “This Friday?”

“Yeah, I can drive. Meet up here after work and we’ll head up,” Mac answered, a bit unsure of himself.

Friday came, and both Mac and Jonathan were nervous–excited, but nervous.

After Jonathan got to Mac’s house, they packed up the truck full of food, water, gear, and other necessities that they were both sure and unsure they needed (if you catch my meaning). Not wanting to seem too obvious, but still needing to know, Jonathan asked if there were showers there. Mac said there were, and that they were actually pretty nice.

When the two arrived at the campsite, they got right to setting everything up. As they worked, they chatted about the things they always did, as if their previous conversation was still fresh in their minds and that three days hadn’t passed.

The afternoon turned to evening, and then evening to night. There was a fire blazing and Mac and Jonathan continued to chat over a smoke. Conversation was steady, but both really only had one thing on their minds–what was going to happen next? Mac waited for a pause in the conversation, and then made the first move.

“So, the other week?”

“Yeah,” replied Jonathan, softly. “That was fun.”

“Yeah,” said Mac, in a monotone voice.

“Wanna run it back?” asked Beylikdüzü Escort Jonathan.

Before Mac could answer, Jonathan got up, grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes, saying, “I’ll grab a quick shower.”

“Me too,” said Mac, as he poured some water on the fire.

It was fairly late, and the campground, save for a handful of sites, was relatively empty. As they walked, they both knew that the showers would be all theirs for the taking.

As they entered, they gave each other a glance. Without speaking, they knew exactly what the other desired. They both entered the shower stall, and immediately Jonathan pulled his shirt over his head, then dropped his pants to the floor. Mac quickly followed suit and closed the curtain. Jonathan turned around as Mac walked toward him. As he backed up to the wall, the coldness of the tile startled Jonathan, who quickly turned on the water all the way to hot. Surprisingly, the water went from frigid to scalding in a matter of seconds.

With steam filling the shower, the two friends started to kiss passionately. Mac, who was four inches shorter than Jonathan, started to kiss his friend’s neck. As they kissed, their cocks rubbed together as if they were seasoned dancers, both quickly becoming rock hard.

Mac grabbed the soap and began lathering both of their bodies. From his neck down to his feet, he scrubbed himself and his friend, who was now breathing quite heavily.

After both men rinsed off the suds, Jonathan dropped to his knees and started running his tongue up and down Mac’s uncut shaft. Mac grabbed the back of Jonathan’s head and thrust his penis into his friend’s mouth, causing Jonathan to gag a little. This didn’t stop Jonathan, who grabbed the base of Mac’s cock and started to deep throat his friend’s man meat.

Jonathan continued to suck Mac’s cock until Mac pulled out, saying, “Stand up and turn around.”

Jonathan obliged.

Pressing his friend up against the now hot tile, Mac pulled Jonathan’s ass cheeks apart and started licking him up and down. He did this for a minute or so before running his tongue around his asshole. Jonathan started moaning more and more loudly as his friend worked his hole. With precum leaking out of his fully erect cock, Jonathan cried out for Mac to fuck him.

“Not yet.” Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan As he said this, Mac turned Jonathan around and immediately put his wet mouth over his friend’s cock. This was the first time he had tasted dick. At first, he only put Jonathan’s head in, but as he got more comfortable and confident, he went deeper and deeper until most of his friend’s cock was in his mouth. After a minute or so, he pulled his head back and started vigorously stroking Jonathan’s cock until it nearly exploded in his face.

Stopping just short, Jonathan pulled back as Mac stood to his feet. Jonathan traded places with him and again started sucking Mac’s uncut cock, this time much faster and sloppier. With drool hanging from his mouth, Jonathan thrust Mac’s dick as far as it would go, until his hairy balls were slapping against his chin. Mac grabbed the back of his friend’s head and started fucking Jonathan’s throat, causing him to gag.

Jonathan again pulled back as he continued to stroke Mac’s dick. “I wanna taste you,” he said.

Mac, leaning back against the tile, immediately satisfied Jonathan’s craving. Removing his friend’s hand, he took control of his own dick while grabbing the back of Jonathan’s head. Jonathan opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, ready to receive his prize. Mac began to moan and beat his dick harder and harder until cum dribbled out and onto the floor. Mac continued to stroke and spasm for a few more seconds until three ropes of cum shot out with full force. The first rope cleared Jonathan’s head entirely, while the next two were direct hits, right into Jonathan’s agape mouth. Jonathan looked up at his friend, who had his eyes closed as he came, and swallowed Mac’s seed. Not fully satisfied, Jonathan immediately sucked the rest of the leaking cum off the tip of Mac’s dick, causing him to pull back and yell.

“Fuck!”

Not wanting to keep Jonathan hanging, Mac pulled his friend up and again pressed him against the tile. He got to his knees again and started tongue fucking Jonathan’s eager hole. Reaching around, Mac began to stroke Jonathan’s cock. Between the licking and stroking, Jonathan was on cloud nine. Within a minute, he was ready to cum. Jonathan turned around and Mac placed his lips over his cock. Without warning, Jonathan exploded Escort Beylikdüzü into Mac’s mouth.

Mac had never had anyone cum into his mouth, so this was not a feeling he was used to. He instinctively pulled back as cum spilled down his chin. This caused him to become instantly embarrassed. Jonathan took notice, pulled Mac to his feet, and started to kiss him slowly and deeply, easing any anxiety Mac had. As his embarrassment quickly shifted to arousal, Mac’s cock again began to stiffen. He began to grind up against Jonathan’s body.

“Damn, again?” Jonathan asked. “You’re a machine.”

After he said this, Mac turned off the shower and said, “Let’s dry off and head back to the tent.”

“Aight,” Jonathan replied.

After the two friends got into their tent, they again ripped off their clothes and started to kiss each other. With both of them quite hard again, Mac bent Jonathan over, lubed up his cock, and started to rub it between Jonathan’s cheeks. Jonathan whimpered and pushed his ass against Mac’s body. That was Mac’s sign. Pushing Jonathan’s head down into the pillow, he drove his cock into Jonathan’s asshole, which was eagerly awaiting Mac’s shaft. There was no going slow for Mac this time, who immediately started pumping away.

“Harder! Harder!” whisper-yelled Jonathan.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Mac’s large, hairy balls continued to hit against Jonathan’s taint. After a few minutes, Mac was again ready to explode.

“Cum inside me,” moaned Jonathan, ready to be filled up.

“Oh shit,” Mac gasped, as he pumped his seed into Jonathan’s hole.

After Mac pulled his cock out, Jonathan fell to his stomach, breathing heavily. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself.

“Back to the shower, I guess,” said a sweaty Mac as he laid on his back.

“Guess so.”

The two friends again headed to the shower facility. Mac got in first and turned the water on. He was soon joined by his friend who had to leave Mac’s seed behind in the toilet. Unlike their first fuck, they weren’t shy or reserved, and instead hugged, kissed, and held each other in the hot steam. Mac softly washed Jonathan’s now puckered hole as they kissed slowly and steadily.

After their shower, Mac and Jonathan got back into their tent. Not wanting to sleep in separate bags, they unzipped them both and used them as blankets, so they could warm each other with their body heat. They both had a wonderful night’s sleep, and woke up refreshed.

“Should be a good day,” Mac said as they awoke.

“Yeah, can’t wait,” replied Jonathan, anxiously wondering what Mac meant.

Within the next two hours, he would find out.

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Isabel and I continued our relationship, which seemed to be working out, despite the distance. I had rented an apartment near her college, where I spent about one week every month, and which Isabel had full access to, even though she was on a full scholarship, which included room and board. She’d make time for me when she was home, which was all the usual breaks, and an occasional weekend.

It was on the first night of one of these breaks toward the end of the spring semester that we had gone to dinner, then come back to my house for the evening. We had not seen each other in about a month, and were looking forward to a happy reunion. Isabel was wearing one of the skirts that makes me crazy, a short denim skirt with a rough hem, a loose tank top, and her ever present flip flops. We sat on the sofa and started a movie, which we almost immediately ignored, as we began making out not long after the opening credits.

We started out kissing, our hands roaming over each other, she reaching into my shirt to rub my chest, I doing the same, reaching up under her top to massage her braless tits. I was soon reaching under her skirt, rubbing her pussy over her panties, making her moan softly. I pushed them aside, playing two fingers in her thick, dark bush, slowly making my way to her slit, which opened to my touch. Isabel was rubbing the front of my jeans, making me very hard.

I inserted one finger, then two, inside Isabel’s now spread pussy, playing over her labia and clit til she whimpered and came, her pussy flooding my hand with its juice. She then unzipped my jeans, releasing my leaking cock, stroking it, a drop of cum seeping from the head. She smiled as she watched the result of her handiwork, then had me lift my butt off the sofa, and slid my jeans down far enough to have full access to my cock, which was now standing straight up.

We kissed more, then Isabel lifted herself over me, sitting sideways on my lap, pushing her panties over so her labia would be fully exposed, and slowly slid down on me, my dick going in her til her clit rested on the base. We kissed more as she gently rocked on me, her pussy squeezing my cock, stiffening it inside her.

The gentle motion was drawing me ever so slowly to a climax. I held Isabel’s hips to stop her motion, knowing how close I was. I felt the throb of my cock inside her, and the surge of cum rising, then the gentle flow of a thick wad of semen as I started to cum, but not orgasm, my sperm moving like a tidal surge into Isabel’s pussy. We kissed deeply as my cum flowed, a spreading warmth filling her. She, feeling the warm flood, came softly as it filled her, letting out a long sigh.

We kissed softly, releasing when the flow of my cum abated. Isabel giggled at the feeling of it spreading inside her. “I love how you fill me.” She kissed me again, and our eyes met. “Let’s go to bed.”

I wasn’t about to refuse that invitation-we weren’t really watching the movie anyway. Isabel slowly lifted off my still pulsing, still oozing cock, sliding onto the love seat, then moving so she could stand. As she stood, she giggled again. “Your cum is dripping into my panties,” she said, a soft smile spreading across her pretty face. “So hot…”

I stood, and she took my hand, leading me back to the master. I watched intently as her sexy ass swayed as we went down the hall, and watching her thighs in that short skirt was a treat.

When we got back to the bedroom, we kissed again, more deeply now. I pulled her top off, bringing her small, bouncing tits into view. I gave each one a squeeze, making Isabel giggle again. She pushed my T-shirt up and over my head, and played in the hair on my chest. I then leaned forward and kissed her tits, first the right, then the left, sucking them into my mouth, slowly letting go, teasing the nipples as I let go. Isabel shuddered as her arousal rose from me sucking on her tits.

I kissed her again, which launched us into a long, sensual kiss. While we kissed, Isabel undid my belt and the button on my jeans. I had not fully pulled up my zipper when we left the living room, and they dropped to my knees, drawing a laugh from Isabel.

“A little anxious??”

“Just to get into my little cum queen,” I said, smiling at her. My cock was standing up stiff, and she stroked it slowly, drawing a large glob of sperm from the head, which she smeared on the shaft as her hand moved up and down.

Isabel looked into my eyes. “Bet you have a lot more in there for me.” She stood on her toes to kiss me, still holding my dick. “I’m going to get,” she kissed me, “every,” she kissed me again, “last,” another kiss. “Drop.” She kissed me hard. I unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, now standing in front of me in a thin pair of blue panties that had a large wet spot on them from the first part of my load leaking out of her.

“Looks like you got a head start,” I teased her.

She kissed me, then looked up at me and smiled. “I couldn’t wait for the movie to end.”

“Then Bolu Escort let’s not keep you waiting.” I reached out, taking her panties by the sides and pulled them down her thighs, revealing her now matted and very wet, dark curls. She wiggled her hips, making them drop to the floor, and smiled. She went to her side of the bed and climbed in, her outer labia opening as she moved across the bed. When her legs spread, I could see the slickness on her inner lips from my first load. I got in bed and moved to her, and pulled up the covers, taking her in my arms and kissing her.

We snuggled for a few minutes, our closeness warming us in the cool sheets. Isabel lifted her right leg over me, rubbing it softly on mine as we kissed. After a little while, we worked our way into a position where I could enter her, my cock playing in her thick curls, the head teasing her lips. I pushed back and forth, feeling her open to my teasing. Isabel giggled again as she felt me playing on her, then sighed as my cock started to open her. I looked into her eyes, and pushed, the head spreading her, my shaft going deep. I felt the head poke into her cervix, and I reached for her little round ass, pulling her to me. I felt her hips shudder as she had a small cum. We continued kissing.

We stayed together, sidesaddle, for a good while, slowly pushing at each other, the angle allowing me to draw my cock over her clit on the slow strokes in and out. When Isabel was getting close to another orgasm, I reached down between us, taking to her clit with two fingers, gently rubbing her now stiff nub. She tightened her hold on me, and I felt her leg pulling me closer. She gasped then thrust at me, her pussy juicing as she came, her mouth opening to cry out, but no sound coming forth. She gasped again, and this time cried out as she came, then kissed me hard. I held her tight to me, letting my cock fill her, and feeling the wetness that now engulfed me.

As Isabel released our kiss, she pushed herself up, rolling me onto my back, doing so without letting my still erect cock slip out of her. She took my hands in hers, and slowly started moving back and forth on me, smiling down as she rode. I watched intently as my cock slid in and out of her thick bush, and the hot, slick pussy hidden beneath it. I began to swell in anticipation of the impending climax. I slowed our pace, taking Isabel’s hips and guiding them. I worked her to another orgasm, her little body shaking as she came on me. I smiled up at her, admiring her long, wavy dark hair and how it framed her pretty face. I pulled her to me, kissing her.

As we kissed, I rolled over, letting Isabel roll off me, my cock bouncing in the air as it slid out of her. I looked for a moment at her open, wet pussy, seemingly begging for me to put my dick back in it. I wasn’t going to miss out on that, and rolled her onto her back, my cock now bobbing in front of me as I got into position between her legs. I lowered myself down, teasing her clit, labia, and bush with the head before finally pushed in, slowly pressing downward til my cockhead was pressing into her womb, my balls resting on her ass.

Isabel smiled up at me. “I hope you’re going to cum for me this time. I want to feel you on me, your hairy chest on my tits, your big balls tight against me when you unload deep in me.” Isabel knew how to set me off.

I smiled down at her, looking into her soft brown eyes. “I am going to seed you til you overflow,” I said, starting to thrust. We kissed, and Isabel started to whimper as my cock grew inside her, the head flaring as my orgasm neared.

I pushed in deep, the head of my cock pressing into Isabel’s womb. “Cum inside me,” she said, a pleading look in her eyes. She smiled. “I’ve missed this while I was at school.” I pulled back, and thrust forward once more, and let go, a half dozen streaks of cum that filled her, then several smaller shots as my orgasm subsided. She felt my cum deep, and came as the heat of my sperm spread through her, her hips thrusting up into me. We kissed, a long, deep kiss that lasted til we were both spent.

Now satisfied, I rolled to my left, holding Isabel as I went, my still hard cock staying inside her. We got situated, so that we could stay joined as long as my erection would hold. It was a nice feeling, my cock in her flooded pussy as we lay together, Isabel putting one thigh over me to pull me close. We kissed again. She played lazily in the hair on my chest.

“That was so great,” said Isabel. “I love how it feels when you cum and you’re on top of me, the way you push into me so hard.” She kissed me. “I love the way you cum so hard, the way your body covers mine…mmmm!!” She gave a shudder.

I kissed her. “I love cumming in you from any angle,” I said with a laugh. “I love how you react, the way you love it shooting into you.”

“Yeah, but especially when you’re on top. I love feeling your cock swell and pulse when you cum. It’s like you’re determined to put a baby up inside me.” Isabel, still playing on my chest, Bolu Escort Bayan looked at me a moment, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. She kissed me again. “Tom….I want you to put a baby up in me. I want to have your baby.”

HUH!?!? Wait, what??? This wasn’t part of the plan. In fact, there were no babies in the plan. I thought of the multitude of reasons why this wasn’t a good idea. At the same time, there was an inexplicable appeal to the notion, perhaps driven by a last chance attempt to leave my genetic mark on the world. I felt my flagging cock stiffen as I thought about it for a second.

I looked into Isabel’s eyes. “Are you sure about this?? I mean, this was never part of the plan, and there are a thousand reasons this is not a good idea, certainly not now, not least of which is that your family is going to think you’re nuts, and throwing your future away, and that I somehow put the idea in your head. They’re going to hate this.” I kissed her gently.

Isabel looked at me, still with uncertainty, but I saw a sadness come over her. She smiled at me just the same. “You’re right, it is a big thing to ask. And maybe I’m crazy to even think it. I know there are a lot of points against us having a baby.” She looked up at me. I kissed her. “And you’re right, my family will definitely be seriously against the idea.”

“We’ll need to talk about this. It’s a big step.” I kissed her again. “The funny thing is, now that you bring it up, I’m not totally opposed. But there are a lot of changes it will bring to both of us.” I kissed her forehead. “I love you, Isabel, deeply and dearly. I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone at this point in my life, and especially not someone so much younger-older women have always been more my speed, ask your grandma-but you’ve become such a major part of it. Not that there’s anything wrong with a big age difference. It’s more a factor of outlook and maturity, but it will pose some problems at some point, even if things are good now. Let’s think on this a little while. OK??”

Isabel smiled a sad smile. “OK. I’m good with that. But I have a plan, so when we talk, I can show you how this would work.”

I laughed. “I should have known!!” I kissed her. “You’re my little planner. You have this all figured out, don’t you.”

Isabel smiled. “You’ll find out when we talk. I’ll take you to breakfast tomorrow.” She kissed me.

“It’s a date!!” I said, smiling at her. I pushed a lock of her dark hair from her face, and kissed her again, just as my cock was slipping from her flooded dark haired pussy, making her giggle as a line of semen slid down her thigh.

“We’re going to have to make sure that stays in me if this is going to happen,” said Isabel, laughing.

“Don’t you worry. There will be more than enough to get the job done.”

Isabel smiled again. “Don’t I know it!!” She kissed me, and snuggled to my chest. “I love you.”

I pulled her close, kissing the top of her pretty head. “I love you, too, Iz.” She got the bedside light, and we drifted off to sleep, a serious conversation awaiting us in the morning.

We woke up around 8, did our usual morning pee and brush teeth, and climbed back into bed. Isabel had been playing in the hair on my chest when I awoke, occasionally stroking my morning wood. Now fully awake, we kissed quietly as we lay together.

“What do we want for breakfast??” asked Isabel.

“I dunno. Waffle House OK??”

“Sure. It’s easy. I know what I want for an appetizer,” said Isabel, kneeling at my side, her head even with my cock. She bent forward, taking it in her mouth. She looked me in the eye as she slowly went down til the hair around the base was in her face, then pulled back slowly. It was exquisite; her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue was making me stiffer with it’s softness on my shaft. I tried to get her to turn so I could get my tongue in her still soaked twat, but she wasn’t having it.

“You just relax.” She smiled at me. “My turn to do something for you. You always go down on me til I can’t stand it. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.” She pulled off my cock again. “Besides, I want to feel your cum shooting in my mouth.” She swirled her tongue around the head. “And I want to taste you.” She gave me a wicked smile, her brown eyes sparkling. It didn’t take long after that, Isabel was working my cock expertly, knowing just when to speed up, and when to hold back. We’d been having sex at this point for a couple of years, and had learned each other well, knowing just how to set each other off, and how to prolong the feelings, as long time lovers will.

Finally, after a good fifteen minutes of Isabel going down on my cock, her small hands playing with my big balls, I reached the end of the line. “Gonna cum, Iz,” I warned her.

She pulled off me just for a moment. “I know, I can feel you swelling.” She looked me in the eye and licked the swollen head of my dick. “Let me have all your hot, sweet cum,” she whispered. She took the head in her Escort Bolu mouth, sucking gently, and stroked my shaft. It was an intense, all encompassing feeling, and I let go, shooting blast after blast of sperm into her mouth. Isabel had taken my cum many times before, and was ready, swallowing hard as I kept adding more goo to the mix. I slacked off after a half dozen or so good spurts, plus some smaller ones at the end. She didn’t miss a one, swallowing everything I sent into her hot mouth.

For a little girl, Isabel could handle quite a bit. She always makes me cum hard, but she gets all of it. Today was no exception, and she didn’t lose a drop as she pulled off my now spent erection. She smiled at me, then opened her mouth to show me her prize, then swallowed hard as she looked at me.

“Aahhhhh,” said Isabel, again opening her mouth, this time showing me her mostly clean tongue, having swallowed just about all the cum I had just shot into it. “I love the taste and feel of your cum in my mouth.” She straddled me, then leaned forward, kissing me. Our tongues tangled, and I could taste my cum on her. I felt her bush on my still semi hard cock, but I was too spent to get enough erection back to get inside her. Oh well, that’s 60 for you. Maybe I’ll get another chance later.

We got ourselves together and headed out to Waffle House, where we could sit and talk for awhile as we worked through our waffle and hash browns(scattered and smothered!!).

“So….what brought this on??” I asked Isabel as we sat over our waffles. “I recall someone not too long ago saying she had a plan for the next few years, and getting pregnant wasn’t part of it.” Isabel was now two years into her undergrad work, and doing quite well, as all of us expected, carrying a Dean’s List GPA, and generally excelling at anything she tried.

Isabel sighed and looked across the table. “Well, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we have gotten so close. Aside from the sex, which is wonderful,” she squeezed my hand, a glint in her eye, “we really hit it off everywhere. I’ve really come to love you very much in the last couple of years since I’ve been away most of the time.”

I looked into her eyes. It was hard not to see the love there. “I love you too, Isabel, but this is a really big step. Having a baby changes just about everything in your life, making it more complicated for the most part. And more expensive.”

Isabel laughed. “Yeah, I get that. My brothers, the married ones anyway, now have kids, and I’ve seen how things are very different for them. And I get that, given my particular circumstances, this decision probably won’t be well received. I’m sure, as you mentioned last night, my parents are not going to like this. They’re expecting the normal life path: graduate college, get married, then have babies.”

“And you??”

“I’m not so sure that’s what I want to do. It seems so much like a prison sentence.”

I laughed. “There is a certain sense of doom to it, isn’t there?? But you do realize, they are going to look at it as you dropping out of school because you’re pregnant, and then condemned to a substandard existence because you threw away all your potential over a whim, which is another type of prison.”

“Yeah, I thought about that, too. I did figure a way to make this work where I could stay in school, and actually not miss any class time, and I’ll still graduate on schedule.”

“And this plan is??”

“If I get pregnant over the October break, I’ll have the baby in July next year, while I’m on summer break. By the time school starts again in August, I’ll be ready to go.” She looked at me with a smile. “Of course, you’ll have to baby sit.” She played her fingers in mine as she spoke.

“Already have my time planned out, I see.” I teased

Isabel smiled. “Oh, you know you’d love it.” She squeezed my hands.

“Well, of course. But that points out another big issue, commitment. If we do this, I will be in 100%. I can’t do anything else. It’s my baby, too, and I would absolutely be there with you the whole time. But it will require 100% from both of us. I’m assuming at this point there are no plans for us to get married, something I had sworn off after my second time playing that game, but a baby does tie us together for a long time, and very likely the rest of my life.”

“No, I realize that this would bind us forever. And, no, I have no plans on getting married, to you, or anyone else at this point.” Isabel squeezed my hands again. “But I know this is all in.” She looked at me lovingly. “I can’t imagine wanting a baby with anyone else.”

I thought for a moment about all the times I mocked aging guys who were having kids with much younger companions. Karma’s a bitch. “That’s sweet, but again, this is the rest of our lives, one way or another. I’m 61. If we follow your plan, I’ll be 62 when the baby is born, you’ll be 22. I’m not sure I have the energy to take on chasing a toddler in my mid 60’s-there’s a reason people have kids when they’re young!! And I’ll be 80 when that grown up baby graduates high school-if I make it that far.” Isabel smiled at that. “Then there’s the issue of not only advancing decrepitude as I age, but of accelerating advancing decrepitude, since as I get into my 70’s, it’s likely I’ll decline faster.”

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All characters and events are fictional, and all participants are over 18.

This is an ongoing story that jumps between the past and the present.

Ash woke to the sounds of grunting and heavy breathing. He reached out in the dark and felt Nina’s curly hair spread out on the pillow beside him, felt Luke’s hand leaning down from above.

‘Finally, you’re awake. I need you to fuck Luke in the ass so he hits harder in me. I prepped him for you.’

Ash chuckled. Every time he woke there was a new surprise. He felt his way along Luke and Nina’s humping forms, feeling up Luke’s hard, taut legs to his ass. He found a toy buried there, the crack slick with lube, and eased it out, teasing it around the relaxed hole.

Luke groaned, pushing deeper into Nina, then paused.

‘Turn around.’

Ash heard some shuffling as Nina turned over, Luke moving against her to re-enter her pussy from behind. Ash pumped his shaft a few times, pushing the pre-cum onto his tip, and drew it along Luke’s crack, thoroughly wetting the end. Luke slowed his pumping into Nina, holding steady as Ash readied himself. Ash could feel Nina moving her butt against Luke’s thighs, rubbing his dick around inside herself as he held still, and Ash eased his glans into Luke’s tight, slick ring. He felt the muscle relax, Luke breathing out as he was overwhelmed with the sensation of the cock entering his rectum, his own cock buried deep inside Nina’s hot, tight vaginal walls. Ash took it slow, pushing his shaft in a tiny bit, pulling it out, pushing it in again, Bolu Escort relaxing Luke’s asshole even further and prolonging the feeling of entering him. He reached around, feeling for Luke’s cock, and wrapped his fingers around the base, pressing against Nina’s dripping, distended lips. He kept his hand there, holding Luke still as he finally pushed his whole length into his rectum, until the gummy anal ring was stretched around the base of Ash’s cock.

Luke steadied himself, opening his knees wider, then carefully thrust himself further into Nina, slightly pulling Ash’s cock out. Then he moved his hips back, withdrawing from Nina’s pussy, pushing himself back onto Ash’s member. The three of them had practised this arrangement hundreds of times, finding the exact rhythms that suited all of them, relishing the moments of being joined together.

Ash unwrapped his fingers from Luke’s cock, feeling along Nina’s folds, Luke’s pole buried deep inside her, until he reached her clit. He rubbed it gently with the pad of his finger as Luke pushed deep inside, eliciting a deep, throaty hum from her. He held himself still, letting Luke set the pace, concentrating on the tight rim moving up and down his shaft, milking his cock.

Luke held Nina’s cheeks in his large hands, holding her still so he could concentrate on the friction of his cock pushing in and drawing out of her, the tight, wet heat of her along his length, his balls pushing against her sopping lips. As long as he kept his pace slow and steady, and Ash kept perfectly Bolu Escort Bayan still in his rectum, they could stay joined long enough for all three of them to cum, hopefully in unison. When Nina’s whimpers reached the right tempo and she started slamming herself back onto him, Ash would surge forward, pounding into Luke’s asshole. But for now Luke enjoyed being between his two lovers, penetrated and penetrating, the sensation of Ash’s cock buried deep inside him, and his own cock buried deep in Nina — this was his favourite place in the world.

Suddenly Nina pulled off him, and his cock felt cold. ‘I have an idea.’

Ash laughed throatily. ‘Well it better be quick because Luke’s ring is jacking me off and I want to empty my balls into him.’

Nina explained her idea quickly, and they rearranged themselves. Still keeping his cock buried inside Luke, Ash moved around to sit back against the bedhead. Luke was then sitting in his lap facing away from him, his knees bent under him so he wasn’t crushing Ash’s thighs, and Nina straddled the two of them, facing Luke, speared on him, holding onto the bedhead.

She set the pace, pounding herself on Luke’s dick, her clit rubbing from both sides, and it wasn’t long before she started crying out in climax. Luke, his hands under her butt, holding her against himself, tensed into her. Ash was even deeper inside him on this angle, jutting into his prostate, and he blew deep inside Nina, his balls emptying into her tightness. As he felt himself contract he heard Ash Escort Bolu grunt, pulling Luke’s hips towards him, his shaft tightening against Luke’s rectum, ejaculating deep into his lover’s bowels. Luke felt the searing hot liquid pumping out of Ash and into his rear hole, and it pushed him over the edge again, his aftershock spurting even more cum inside of Nina, who gasped, her thighs tensing again.

They held for a moment, everyone’s climax peaking in ecstasy, emptying themselves into each other, around each other, inside each other. Then, as they relaxed, instead of climbing out of their arrangement, Luke lay Nina down onto the bed, holding himself inside her. He reached behind and held Ash’s hip, pulling him up so that he stayed inside Luke’s anus, and he lay all the way forward onto Nina, his soggy cock still inside her, Ash laying on top of him, his softening cock still inside Luke. They breathed heavily, relaxing, stroking each other as they came back to themselves, enjoying being joined in repose as well.

Finally, Ash pulled out of Luke with a wet pop, falling to the side, and Luke rolled off of Nina, to her other side, laying on his front. Nina, not quite ready for the moment to end, sat up and bent over Luke, lowering her head to his crack, and opened his sloppy anus with her fingertips. Luke whimpered as she dipped her tongue into his rectum, sucking Ash’s slippery cum out, lapping at the soggy edges of his anus.

Ash, loving her idea, sat up and pushed his face between her thighs, licking at Luke’s cum as it dribbled out of her pussy. She sighed and mewed at his ministrations, as he lapped and licked all around her pussy, finding every drop of Luke’s semen.

Luke listened to the delicious sounds of his lovers gorging themselves on ejaculate, content, relaxed.

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Alex was walking to the bus stop, when he saw Professor Brooks walking in the opposite direction on the other side of the street. Alex called his name but Professor Brooks didn’t stop. Alex shouted a little louder but that didn’t work. It even looked as though Brooks quickened his steps, but from that distance, Alex couldn’t be sure. Alex was a bit worried about Christopher. Earlier, Alex heard something from some other students that bothered him. Also, in the tutorial a couple days before, Alex noted that Brooks was acting a little strange. When Alex talked to him at the end of the class, Alex smelt whiskey on Brooks’ breath. Having a couple drinks after a stressful day is one thing, but coming to class buzzed is totally different. Alex asked if he was ok, but Christopher brushed him off.

When Alex got to the bus stop, he texted Professor Brooks to let him know that he was checking up on him. By the time Alex got home, the message was still unread. Brayden was on the living room sofa when Alex got home. His back was to the arm rest and his legs were up on the cushions, bent at the knees. He had his tablet on his thighs and earbuds in his ears. “Hey Alex,” Brayden said when Alex came in.

“Hey,” Alex said. Brayden could tell that Alex was distracted.

“Everything ok?” he asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Alex rested his backpack in the arm chair. “It’s Professor Brooks.”

Brayden swung his legs down and placed his tablet on the cushion next to him. “What about him?” he asked after taking out his earbuds.

“He came to our tutorial a couple days ago totally buzzed. When I tried to talk to him about it, he blew me off. Also, today I was working on a project with some other students; a couple of them, I share his lecture with. They said they visited his office earlier today and Brooks was acting all weird and jittery. I saw him on my way home this evening and I called out to him and I could’ve sworn that he purposely ignored me.” Alex sat on the couch next to Brayden. “I get wanting to keep things professional now, given what happened between us, but the coming to class almost drunk is a bit worrying.”

“Have you ever caught him drinking at work before?”

“A couple times I went to his office and I found him having a drink. He would say he had a long day and that was it. I don’t see a problem with having a drink in the evenings after work, so I never thought much about it.”

“Do you think this is something that should be reported?”

“I’m not sure yet. I texted him when I was at the bus stop to see what was up, but I haven’t gotten a response yet.”

“Well, you can wait to hear him out first and then decide what you’re going to do.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Do you already know what you’re wearing tonight?” Brayden asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah,” Alex answered. “We should probably start to get ready so we won’t be late; it’s about an hour and a half drive to Portland.”

—–

“I thought… you said… you didn’t… want to be… late,” Brayden said between breaths. Brayden’s back was against the shower wall and his legs were spread apart. Alex was on his knees below him, giving Brayden a much enjoyable blowjob.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be late,” Alex said but his voice came out muffled, as his mouth was stuffed with Brayden’s cock.

“If you say… oh fuck, that feels so good Xanny,”

Alex bobbed his head on Brayden’s cock while jerking it at the same time. Brayden ran his hand through Alex’s wet hair. “You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth,” he said. Alex smirked while circling Brayden’s head with his tongue. Brayden bucked his hips forward when Alex engulfed him again, matching Alex’s rhythm. “So, so sexy,” he continued. “Fuck.” He then placed his other hand in Alex’s hair, holding his head still. He slowly stroked in and out of Alex’s mouth, only pulling out when Alex gagged. On his last stroke in, he went as far as he could and left his cock there for a few seconds causing Alex to sputter. When he eventually pulled out, a long string of saliva connected his cock to Alex’s lips. Brayden looked down at Alex with an ‘accomplished’ smile. Alex returned a devious smirk while wiping his mouth.

“Turn around,” he said afterwards. Brayden turned and placed his hands against the wall. He kept his legs apart as he knew what was coming next. Alex grabbed Brayden’s muscled ass and massaged it. As his hands moved over Brayden’s cheeks, he spread them apart, exposing Brayden’s inviting hole. He leaned in and gave the hole one long lick. Then another and another and another.

“Fuck,” Brayden moaned. He then gasped as he felt Alex’s tongue enter him. He wished he was open to this much sooner. Alex explored inside of Brayden with his tongue. He created a sequence of exploring, darting in and out and exploring again. While rimming his ass, Alex reached around Brayden and began to jerk his cock. Alex slowly stroked it, mixing Brayden’s precum with the water on his body. Brayden leaned more into the shower wall, his knees becoming weak as Alex’s rimming Bolu Escort became more intense. He took in deep breaths as he felt his orgasm building. He couldn’t last much longer from the combination of pleasure he was feeling.

“I’m going… to cum,” Brayden said. Alex picked up the pace on Brayden’s cock and shoved his tongue as deep as he could into Brayden’s ass. Brayden watched as streams of cum shot from his cock onto the shower wall; his body trembled as he came. Alex kissed his way up Brayden’s back, stopping at his neck. With his arms wrapped around Brayden, Alex ran his hands up and down Brayden’s torso. Alex’s cock was rock hard and rested against Brayden’s butt cheeks. Alex wondered if Brayden would be comfortable with being fucked one day. Alex thought of bringing up the topic before, but didn’t want to freak Brayden out. Maybe he would be more open to the idea of at least being fingered. Brayden turned and kissed Alex fervently. He then grabbed Alex’s cock and jerked it slowly. “We need to take care of this,” he said.

“That would be great but we should’ve been already on our way to the restaurant.”

“But you’re the one that started this,” Brayden said as he placed kissed along Alex’s neck. “And I really, really want to see you cum.”

“I did start this; I couldn’t help myself. And I really, really do want to cum but we really, really need to get going.”

Brayden stepped back and sighed in defeat. “Fine. But you’re blowing your load when we get back.”

“Deal. Once it involves your big dick being deep inside me.”

“This is not the time to be teasing me,” Brayden said with a raised eyebrow.

Alex stepped to Brayden and kissed him. “Hopefully we won’t be too tired from tonight’s activities.”

“Hopefully.” Alex and Brayden then washed off before getting out of the shower.

———

Brayden was downstairs waiting on Alex when his phone rang. It was Jessica. “Hey Jess, what’s up?” Brayden answered.

“Hey Bray. I was just calling to see if you’re going to be home tomorrow,” Jessica responded.

“Yeah, why?”

“I still have your key and I was thinking to drop it off tomorrow after running some errands.”

“Oh, that’s fine. What time will you be passing by?”

“Hmm… probably in the afternoon. Maybe around three or four.”

“Okay, I’ll be here all day.”

“Cool… Staying in tonight?” Jessica asked. She was currently tapping her foot, something she usually does when she’s nervous.

“Um, no actually,” Brayden said. “I’m going out with Alex and Logan for Logan’s birthday. I’m just waiting on Alex now.”

“Oh right! Today’s his birthday. I’ll have to text him. Well have fun tonight.” Jessica tried to sound enthusiastic. She wanted to talk to Brayden but hoped theywould have a chance tomorrow instead. “See ya,” she said.

“Bye Jess,” Brayden said before hanging up. At that moment, Alex came down the stairs.

“Hey, sorry,” he said. “I know I said we should’ve been on our way, but I was on the phone with Logan.”

“Is everything alright?”

“No. The restaurant that we were supposed to go to, there was a burst pipe and it flooded the entire kitchen and part of the dining area, so they had to close the restaurant. And Logan can’t get a reservation anywhere else. Even the entire weekend is busy.”

“Shit, that sucks.”

“Yeah. He’s so bummed out, he even cancelled going to the strip club.”

“He shouldn’t do that. He should make the best of it, and still celebrate.”

“I said the same thing, but he wouldn’t budge.” Alex pulled out a dining table chair and sat. “I don’t think he was really looking forward to tonight anyway.”

“Why is that?” Brayden sat adjacent to Alex.

“He didn’t uninvite Oliver as he wanted to avoid the awkwardness and since they’re still technically cool with each other, he thought it would be more mature to leave things as they are. But at the same time, he was hoping that Oliver would just decide not to come. That never happened. So, since tonight is cancelled, he’s a bit relieved.”

“Makes sense. Might have been awkward at dinner.” Alex nodded in agreement. “It’s unfortunate he won’t be celebrating tonight though.”

“Yeah, it is,” Alex said.

“Wait a minute,” Brayden said suddenly. “Are you guys into arcades, bowling, that kind of thing?”

“We haven’t done anything like that in a while, but yeah. We always had a blast with our friends back in high school.”

“Call him and see if he would be interested. We could go to Kings Entertainment Centre. It closes late and we would already be in Portland, so we won’t have to worry about driving far to the strip club.”

Alex took out his phone and called Logan. He answered on the third ring. “Hey best friend.”

“Hey Logan. So, Brayden came up with an idea…” Alex started. Logan took some convincing, but soon Alex and Brayden were heading to Portland.

When Alex and Brayden got to the entertainment centre, the carpark was almost full. “Seems like it’s busy tonight,” Alex said.

“Yeah,” Bolu Escort Bayan Brayden agreed. Brayden had to drive to the back of the carpark in order to find a spot. As Alex and Brayden walked back to the entrance of the building, they saw Logan driving in. They waited for him before going in.

“Hey guys,” Logan said while approaching Alex and Brayden.

“Happy birthday Logan,” Brayden said, while giving Logan a fist bump.

“Thanks Brayden,’ he said. “Also, thanks for suggesting this.”

“No problem, man. It’s your birthday; you have to celebrate.”

“So, what are we going to do first?” Brayden asked after they all bought a set of tickets from the booth.

“I say we do some shots first,” Logan answered. “Then we move over to the arcade and probably do some bowling later.”

“I think that’s a plan,” Alex said.

As they approached the bar, there were five bartenders. Three men and two women. Four of them were attending to other people, while the fifth was wiping down her area.

“What can I get you guys tonight?” she asked.

“A round of tequila shots,” Logan said.

The bartender looked at Logan and Alex. “Can I see some ID?”

Alex and Logan pulled out their fake IDs and handed them over. The bartender looked at them and glanced at Alex and Logan a couple times. “A round of tequila coming right up,” she said after giving them their IDs back. She placed three shot glasses on the countertop and poured the tequila. She then slid a saucer over with lime wedges and some salt.

“Ready?” Brayden asked after they all sprinkled salt on their hands. Alex and Logan nodded. They licked their hands, downed the shots and quickly used the wedges. Alex and Logan looked as though they were about to die, but Brayden barely flinched. “Another round?” he asked. Alex raised an eyebrow at Brayden. “What? It’s in my blood.”

———–

All the guys were having a blast at the entertainment centre. They played skee-ball, foosball, pool, mini golf, laser tag, virtual reality simulations and even the classic arcade games. They were now at the bowling alley, playing against each other. Logan was in the lead.

“You’re letting him win,” Brayden said to Alex.

“It’s his day,” Alex said. “I’ll let him have this one.” Brayden looked over at Alex with admiration. “I think I’m going to get a hotdog,” Alex continued. “Want anything?”

“Think I’m going to get the same,” Brayden said. “Everything on top.”

Alex made a vomiting sound. “Only boring people get ketchup and mustard only,” Brayden said.

“Oh, you know I’m anything but boring,” Alex whispered.

“That I know.”

At that point, Logan joined them from just hitting a spare. “I’m going to get a hotdog; want anything?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Logan sat on one end of the leather sofa and Alex headed to the food court.

“You seem to be having fun tonight,” Brayden said to Logan.

“I am, I really am,” Logan said smiling. “I thought this day was a total bust, but it has really come around.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” There was a lull of silence and Brayden could’ve felt Logan’s eyes on him. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No, no.”

“Are you sure?”

“Um, yeah.”

Brayden had a feeling of what Logan wanted to say. “Just say it.”

Logan gathered his thoughts before speaking. “I know that you’re going through your thing, and I sympathise, but Alex is my best friend and I don’t want to see him get hurt. He’s a tough guy and always puts on a brave face, but he can take things to heart sometimes. And I can’t help but feel like he’s setting himself up for disappointment when it comes to you.”

Brayden ran his hand through his hair. That last sentence stung a bit. “I don’t want to see him get hurt either. I like Alex a lot and he’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before or haven’t felt in a long time. And I don’t just mean sexually. Alex is an amazing person and even though it’s only been a short while, the amount of patience and understanding he has shown me isn’t deserving.”

“He isn’t perfect, but he has a heart of gold,” Logan said. “When our group of friends were being bullied in high school, it was always Alex that would step up and defend us. Whether it be with his words or his fist. Usually with his fist,” Logan laughed.

“He can pack quite a punch,” Brayden said, remembering when Alex punched him.

“You would know that,” Logan said. “Alex always put his black belt to good use.”

“Can I be honest with you about something?” Brayden asked. Logan nodded. “I’ve never told Alex this, but I was jealous of you at one point.”

Logan’s brow’s shot up. “Really?”

“Yeah. You guys are really close and when I found out you have slept together before, I thought you were gonna be like competition for me or something.”

Logan snickered and then erupted with laughter. “Seriously?!” Logan wiped tears from his eyes. “Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Well I know that now,” Brayden said. Logan was still chuckling. Escort Bolu “C’mon, I feel ridiculous enough about it already.”

“I love Alex, but no. Just no.” Logan wiped the last set of tears away. “We’re best friends and best friends only. Yeah, we’ve ‘helped each other out’ before, but when you’re young, horny and new to experimenting, you tend to do things with the closest willing guy. Just happens that that guy ends up being your best friend. In the last couple of years though, it’s only been because of dry spells and last resorts. And don’t worry, I won’t tell Alex about your little bout of jealousy. It’ll be our own little inside joke.”

Brayden shook his head in embarrassment. “Appreciated.”

“I hope I wasn’t too forward earlier,” Logan said. “I just want the best for Alex.”

“No, you did nothing wrong and I want the same as well.”

“What have you guys been talking about since I’ve been gone?” Alex asked. He handed Brayden his hotdog. “One hotdog with everything,” he said while making vomiting sounds once more.

“Nothing, just some chitchat,” Logan said.

Alex sat next to Brayden and looked from him to Logan. “He gave you the ‘overly protective’ routine, didn’t he?”

Brayden laughed. “He did, but it’s fine. Genuine friendships are hard to come by these days and it’s good to know that there’s someone out there that has your back.”

“And I’ll always have his.”

“You better,” Logan said jokingly. “I almost cut this guy for you.”

“You weren’t actually going to attack me back then, were you?” Brayden asked. Logan didn’t answer. Brayden’s eyes widened and he looked at Alex. Alex avoided eye contact.

“I think I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Logan rose to make a quick exit. Brayden knew that that was just an excuse to getaway.

“Sit. I don’t think that’s necessary.” Brayden was still looking at Alex while he spoke, fighting a smile on his lips. Logan quickly sat and crossed his legs. “Would you have let Logan attack me?” Brayden directed at Alex who was still avoiding looking at him.

“Mhmm of course not.” Alex waved his hand off. “I may have been angry, but I wouldn’t have let him hurt you.” Alex caressed Brayden’s face.

“Comforting.” The smile that Brayden was fighting broke through.

“Aww,” Logan said, putting his hands to his face. Alex and Brayden laughed.

“So, another round of bowling after this and then off to Silver Ram?” Alex asked.

“Sure,” Brayden said a little too excitedly.

“Well, someone’s excited for another game,” Logan said. “Or is it the strip club?”

“It’s the strip club,” Alex spoke up. “He’s been overly excited about it ever since I mentioned it earlier this week.”

“I’m just looking forward to it,” Brayden said with a familiar grin on his face.

“Seems to be more than that,” Logan said.

“See?!” Alex gestured to Logan. “I’ve been saying the same thing!”

Brayden chuckled. “There’s nothing more to it. Just looking forward to having a good time.”

“Mmhmm,” Alex and Logan said in unison.

———

When the guys arrived at the gay bar and strip club, there was a long line outside. “Everywhere seems to be busy tonight,” Logan said.

“Yeah,” Alex agreed. “It’s going to be a while before we get inside.”

“That’s not going to be a problem,” Brayden spoke up. “Follow me.” Brayden led them to the front of the line and as they walked past, they received quizzical looks and side eyes.

“I don’t think this is a good idea…” Logan began to say.

“Big Dick Adonis!” a voice boomed. A huge muscular man, dressed in all black, pulled Brayden into a hug. Alex and Logan looked at each other confused. “It has been what? Four years?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Brayden gestured to Alex and Logan. “These are my friends Alex and Logan. Guys, this is Ricky. It’s Logan’s birthday and we came here to celebrate.”

“Well you came to the right place,” Ricky exclaimed. “Come in, come in.” Ricky signalled to follow him. “Max,” Ricky called to another guy dressed in all black. “Watch out here for me for a bit.” The other guy just nodded. He was big and muscular just like Ricky. There was some protesting from people in the queue, but they were ignored. When Ricky opened the entrance, music blasted from inside. They entered into a hallway with the booth to pay on the left and bathrooms on the right. Alex, Brayden and Logan paid the entrance fee and Ricky led them to the end of the hall. They were now standing in a corridor, bordered by a gold railing. There was a staircase at each end that led downstairs to the main area of the club.

“There’s someone here that would be glad to see you,” Ricky said. “I’ll be right back.” As they waited, Alex walked over to the rails and looked over. The DJ was right beneath them, with a large open space ahead. There were two bars; one on the far left and one on the right. Scattered across the floor were bar tables and stools where people gathered. There were also a few elevated areas on the floor where scantily dressed men danced to the music. Some of the miniature platforms had their own poles as well. To the far end of the open space was the stage. At each corner of the room were elevated spaces that were barred off from the rest of the area. Alex assumed that these were the VIP lounges.

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Chapter Three:

This chapter opens on James and Kendall at the couch. James is seated half-naked, with his pants missing and his hard dick pinned between Kendall’s pale breasts. Kendall is topless, wearing only lacy panties with matching garters. Her ass cheeks show through the panties, the fabric sliding slowly between her cheeks as she hugs James’ hard dick with her bosom.

Holding him in place with her breasts, Kendall looks around the set for me. “Where is he?”

“We could always use your pussy as lube,” James suggests, and Kendall rolls her eyes before grinning up at him.

“I bet you’d like that, pervert.”

James gives her a crooked grin back. “I bet you would, too.”

Kendall shrugs and takes to stroking him, gathering saliva on her pretty pink lips and spitting into her cleavage as she moves. She wiggles her breasts, rubbing her saliva between them. James, however, remains almost completely dry. “We might have to use my pussy if we don’t get lube in time.”

Moving suddenly and without warning, James thrust up into Kendall’s cleavage, driving his dick up into the underside of her chin. His pubic hair scrapped against the bottom of her breasts, and Kendall, staring down at his suddenly leaping dick, recoiled and laughed. “Oh! Well, would you look at that.” Tilting her head to one side, and still smiling, she kissed his cockhead and purred. “Mm. Well, hello there, big guy.” Her lips parted, and she darted her tongue out to taste him while staring at him. Precum gathered at his crown, and Kendall made a point to suck him clean while stroking him with her breasts.

Watching her, James groans in response. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Smiling around him, Kendall sucks her lips off of his dick and licks them. “Well, thanks to KC’s story, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to practice.”

James grins. “Speaking of which, do you even remember what happened in chapter three anyway.”

Holding her breasts around him and stroking him as she teased her own nipples, Kendall hums thoughtfully. Periodically, she licks his cock while thinking. “Mm. I think it was the chapter where I tit-fucked you for the first time,” she said, and she smiled at him again. “If I remember correctly, you were made because I hadn’t waxed my pussy yet, and so you refused to fuck me. Instead, you used my tits to get off.”

“Oh yeah,” says James, scratching his chin. “Good times, good times. Weren’t the first time we titty-fucked, though, was it?”

Kissing him again, Kendall shakes her head. “Oh, no, definitely not. We did a lot of screen tests first to make sure we were compatible.”

Twitching against her wet lips, James stares her in the eyes. “Which we are,” he says, and Kendall, sucking him, shrugs. James laughs in response. “You didn’t seem to have any problems coming last time.”

Sucking off Bodrum Escort of him again, Kendall sits back to stroke him, using her breasts to collect the saliva she is leaving on him and stroke it into his skin. “Hard not to when you’re being hammered with nearly a foot of cock.”

James twitches and grins. “Speaking of which, you’re all smooth and waxed now.” He emphasizes the point by thrusting up into her cleavage again. This time, his cockhead leaves a bit of precum on her chin. Kendall, grinning, regards his hardened dick by staring down hits length between her cleavage. “Which means you’re good for fucking.”

“That is true,” Kendall purrs, and she strokes her way off of his body and stands. Staring down his length, she holds him by the crown and croons. “Hmm.” She strokes him down his length and stares at his cockhead. “You could stand to be a bit wetter.”

James gives a crooked grin while he watches her. “It would definitely give them a better show.”

Bent over, with her plump bottom pointed at the camera, she looks over her shoulder at you. “Is that thing even on?” Her thighs glisten with her want.

James leans over to look at you, too. “I don’t know,” he says, squinting in your direction. “I think so.” He sits up and fixes his eyes on her again. “Why?”

Holding him by the shoulders, Kendall steps carefully out of her wet panties and tosses them to the side before straddling him. “Because, I’m not going to fuck you without the camera running,” she says and, holding her ass cheeks for you to see, she guides him carefully into her. She eases herself down on him, hanging her breasts in his face as she squats onto him. Her eyes close as she settles on him and, once situated with his crown inside of her, she takes him to a quarter of his length before moaning. “Oh! Fuck, that’s good.”

Grinning up at her, James cups her breasts and gives them a gentle squeeze. “Yeah? You like that?”

Opening her eyes as if remembering him, Kendall glares down at James as she tightens and flexes around him. Releasing her ass cheeks, Kendall takes hold of his shoulders again for support as she lowers herself onto him. She takes him to half his length on her next stroke before lifting her hips and removing him to the crown. Her pussy juices run down his length, she has left him so wet, and she is shaking with an approaching orgasm while staring down into his cold blue eyes. “What the fuck do you think, James?”

Watching her pant above him, James reaches around and takes her by the ass. “I think you need it deep.”

Kendall goes wide-eyed and grips his shoulders tight as he moves her, yelling, “James? No. No!” Then, without restraint, she is pulled down onto his big dick. James meets her by thrusting up into her, leaving her speechless and wide-eyed as she whines and drools Bodrum Escort Bayan on him. Holding him by the shoulder, Kendall falls into him, burying her face into his fat neck and screaming in climax as she waterfalls all over his big, hairy balls. Her entire body shakes on top of him, with her toes curling as she loses her footing.

James laughs. Meanwhile, Kendall cries against his chest. “God damn it, James! Fuck! Fuck you! I told you, damn it. You’re so fucking big!” Panting, gasping, she wipes her mouth and beats gently against his chest. “You’re so fucking deep right now. Fuck!”

Still holding her by the ass and still grinning at you, James lifts her on his dick and sets her back to riding him. This time, Kendall rides him more smoothly, smiling as she finds a rhythm on him, taking him in wide, heavy strokes, riding him from his mid-length to his root. James doesn’t meet her thrusts and just holds himself steady, his thick cock sturdy enough to keep her open and Kendall willing to do the work for him.

“Ain’t complaining now,” he says. “And didn’t hear you complaining last time.”

Kendall whines against him, a smile on her face. “You’re so fucking arrogant,” she says, clawing gently at his chest. “This big dick is just wasted on you, you know that?”

James frowns up at her and, lifting his right hand, smacks her hard across the ass. The blow leaves a red welt where it hit but does nothing to slow her. Instead, Kendall coos and, if anything, picks up speed. “I think I like you better in the story.”

Kendall laughs, her body shaking as she rides him. With James’ big hands fixed on her hips now, he is lifting her and dropping her back down on his dick. Kendall stops, swiveling her hips on him as another orgasm tears through her. Pussy juices gush down his thick shaft as she settles on him long enough to gather her wits and laugh. “I bet you do,” she says, and leaning forward, she kisses him on the cheek while riding him. “You like it when I ride your dick like a good slut and beg for your cum, daddy?” Breasts crushed between them, Kendall picks up speed, riding him harder and faster and forcing him to lose grip on her.

“Fuck, Kendall!”

Kendall laughs in his face, kissing his chin. “What, daddy? Do you like it when I ride you like this? Do you like it when I call you daddy and beg for your big fat cock? Mm. I bet you do. I bet you want me to be a good little slut for you, don’t you?”

Staring down into her ass, James grunts and slaps her across the ass. It is a glancing blow since she is moving so quick on him. “You are a fucking slut,” he growls.

Smiling, staring him in the eyes with her face inches from him, she moves slowly as if she is going to kiss him. “Am I, James?” She bites her bottom lip, and James lifts his head to meet her, staring Escort Bodrum her in the eyes as they quake together. Just before their lips touch, however, Kendall leaps from his sweaty body and latches onto his glistening dick with her breasts. She falls into position between his legs, stroking him on the way down and slamming her breasts into place against his hairy pelvis.

James groans in mixed pleasure and disappointment, his neck stretched and lips puckered as he glares down at her. “Kendall? The fuck?!

Laughing, Kendall tightens her tits around him and strokes him with full bodied movements, moaning and licking him as she does. “You’re plenty wet now,” she purrs, and she nuzzles his pussy slick shaft. “Or did you forget? Did you forget I only did this to lube you up and start thinking I was going to let you flood my little pussy again?” Kissing his crown, she strokes him fast and vigorously, her body shaking from the force of her movements. “Mm. I bet you thought I was going to beg you to seed me, huh?” She smiles against his shaft, her sweat mixing with her pussy juices on his dick. “But I’m not our slut in real life, James, just in the story, and I’m not going to let you cream pie me today. No. You only get a facial, a thick, hot facial for a woman who isn’t your slut!”

Watching her, James’ glare fades his jaw tightens. Her shakes and, with his dick twitching, spews across her face. Kendall moans, slowing the movement of her breasts and milking him onto her face with slow, tight strokes. Semen explodes out onto her, sticking to her hair and soaking her cheeks. She holds her lips open to taste him, mewling as she does. “Mm. There we go. Big boy. Come for me. Give it all to mama. Give me a nice, thick load. There we go.”

As James finishes, Kendall does, too, and she stops with him between her breasts. Holding him there, she licks his sticky crown, purring as she tastes him and staring him in the eyes. She is soaked in his semen and seems happy for it. Her face is soaked, but she is smiling through it. “Mm. Look at that. Now, you gave me what I want.” She laughs and shrugs. “Maybe you’re the slut, James, a big-dicked slut who can’t keep it out of me. Ever thought of that?”

Panting and dazed after climax, James grunts and glares at her. “No, cause it don’t make no fucking sense!”

Sitting back and pulling her breasts from him, Kendall shrugs and stares down into her bosom where his semen has gathered. Holding her breasts together, she turns to the camera to show you her bounty. Then, extending her tongue, she drinks from it with a moan before winking. “Hope you liked the show, pervs,” she says, and she stands, grabbing her panties on the way and leaving little pools of semen as she exits the set.

James watches her in stunned silence on the couch. I return shortly after and find him with his hard, half-erect dick still slick and slimy across his bloated, hairy belly.

“I brought lube. Where’s Kendall?”

James glares at me and stands, shuffling off camera with his big dick swinging and dribbling semen.

“Hey, where are you going.”

The camera goes dark.

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Disclaimer:

The story is heavily based on a real situation from my life. It depicts a gay threesome, jealousy and cheating! If you are not into cheating stories, morally dubious behaviors, cumsluts, cuckolding and fucking asses right after another man, you will be disgusted, and the story is probably not for you! 🙂

Please remember – it’s a bit different than my other stories, it’s NOT a romance, it’s just a sex-snippet from my life. Don’t expect too much 😉

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That particular day I was bored as fuck, so I created a profile on some dating webpage. It seemed to be a bit outdated, but it offered some nice matching features. Most mobile dating apps didn’t have that level of detailed preference matching.

I’d just broken up with my boyfriend and was ready to rock and roll with some new blood.

I was cleaning my apartment until late afternoon, and didn’t check the webpage for several hours. After that, though, I finally opened my laptop. To my surprise, I found one message in my mailbox already. I’d truly thought these dating services were on the verge of going extinct.

The message surprised me even more:

“I read your profile. I noticed that you ticked ‘cuckold’ kink as one of your most-liked sexual preferences, and also ‘voyeur.’ I have a peculiar situation here. I’m in a relationship with my boyfriend, and we are in love, but he has this dream about being fucked by another guy right after I’m done with him. He also wants the other guy to watch us. His birthday is approaching, so even though I do not feel 100% on board with this idea, I want him to have his dream fulfilled, and have decided I will make an exception to my rules. I would like to propose that you come to our flat, and we can see how it goes. What do you say? Are you up to this?”

I was very surprised by the description of such a specific situation. Never before had I been a part of such an arrangement. It was more like a fantasy of mine. Whenever I’d even hinted at it to my previous boyfriends, they’d all given me the side-eye. If I mentioned that I would be aroused by the possibility of fucking them just after another guy, they always winced.

I knew that a lot of people found cuckolding and voyeurism disgusting, but c’mon! Some people were into scat and watersports. Were my fantasies that much weirder? My boyfriends seemed to think so. Was it because I wasn’t a possessive person and could share them with another man? Was that off-putting? Maybe they thought that meant that I didn’t love them enough – that they weren’t special to me? I didn’t know.

Should I answer him? Was it finally my chance to follow my fantasies, and to make my kink more real? And was I really mentally prepared to do that?

On an impulse, I sent him the following: “Hey, thanks for your message. I would prefer to know how the person looks before I’ll go and try anything. I also do not bottom, so that’s off the table. To have a fair exchange, I sent you a photo that is a bit better than my profile picture. I also attached my dick pic.”

Of course, I added my dick pic as it was kind of a “standard” procedure in this kind of dealings.

I sent it and waited about fifteen minutes, having rather intense mental noise reverberating in my mind. Fuck! So I was gonna do it after all?

“Thanks for the photo. My boyfriend thinks you are hot. And nice dick too. How long is it? Looks like solid 7-7.5 inches? Very thick and veiny – he appreciates it. I sent you his pic, he is nineteen and is a sophomore in college. “

The photo he sent me was… better than I expected. It depicted a small guy with curly, light-brown hair framing his cute face and big, hazel-green eyes. He was wearing a tank top that exposed his lean shoulders, and black jeans. Really pretty boy. I could feel my dick throb only seeing his cute, almost innocent face, slender body, and these big eyes…

Innocent? Well. That remained to be seen.

Looking in his eyes, I already knew I was on board. It was too… tempting.

I closed my eyes for a second and the decision was made. No backing out.

“Yes, it’s 7.5. But 8 inches as measured from the bottom part. When can I come? Send me an address.”

He responded 30 seconds later, giving me the address and…

I found myself in a state of small shock: They were living in my condominium! Fuck! I may have even seen them in the local mall. What were the chances?

I did not let them know I lived that close. My fingers were a bit sweaty, as I was in a small state of shock, overwhelmed with my own eagerness. I wrote only one sentence: “I’ll be there in half an hour.”

I ran toward the bathroom and washed myself very meticulously, clipped my fingernails, trimmed my pubes, brushed my teeth and shaved my face. It all took me about twenty-five minutes. I dressed up in black jeans and a black T-shirt, and I was ready.

I stocked my pockets with condoms, Bodrum Escort lube sachets and I left my apartment.

My heart was beating fast as I was closing on the neighboring building. Yep, they lived in an adjacent apartment complex… I rang the doorbell near the intercom and waited.

“Hello?”

“Yyy… Lucian here. I mean from… the dating site, my… nickname is ITgay25.”

Yep, I was so creative about my nickname. My job + my sexual preference + my age. ITgay25. So inventive, right?

“Ah, yes. I’m Ander. Come in.”

I went inside, my heart pumping hard; I was even panting a bit, as the situation was so new and weird for me, that I could not totally calm myself down. I even came up with a plan to tell them that I ran here all the way, to explain the hard breathing.

As I was walking down the corridor to their apartment, I forced myself to slow my pace down and took a few calming inhales-exhales.

Okay, I was good to go.

Adventure awaits!

I knocked.

The door was opened by a guy around 5’10”, so I had a slight advantage at 6’1”. He was of average build, even a bit fat around the waist, so another point for me as I was fat-free and athletic, having trained martial arts for seven years. I was also a regular at the gym.

It already gave me some confidence. As he reached his hand out, I shook it with a smirk.

He was dark blond, with brown eyes and lightly tanned skin – so my exact opposite, as I was dark haired, blue-eyed and had light skin tone. He was not ugly or unattractive, just a very normal, moderately good-looking guy – an ‘OK’ look.

He checked me from head to toe. Did he suspect I sent him a fake photo? No, no, no. I was the real deal. I never photoshopped myself, as I was a firm believer that it would blow up in my face the moment I’d show up at the doors of my potential date. I wasn’t into being humiliated and sent away, so I preferred unretouched photos.

I went into a small corridor, and shook off my boots there. Ander was waiting, watching me attentively; he made a gesture to follow him.

I walked into the large living room where the other guy was sitting on a couch. Seeing me, he stood up.

I was actually surprised by how small he was: not more than 5’5”. Slim build, narrow shoulders, waist, and hips. Willowy and slender. He was also prettier than I expected. His eyes were light green rather than hazel, his lips were full, and he had funny freckles on his slightly turned-up nose. He was not classically beautiful, but surely very cute. He didn’t look like a person who would want to have multiple cocks in his tight ass, but oh well. You never really know people, right?

I smiled and he smiled back. “Hey, I’m Lucian. Nice to meet you.”

“Hey, I’m Liam. Likewise.”

I shook his hand – small and fragile. My gaze fixed on his light green eyes – probably a bit too intensely – and he blushed.

Finally, I glanced at the second guy, Ander, and asked: “I don’t see a birthday cake, so I suppose I will not be hiding inside, right?”

Liam chuckled. “My nineteenth birthday is in two days. It’s a bit of a… planned-ahead gift.”

“Got it. So… what now?”

I actually started to feel more and more confident with every passing minute. Ander was not at all intimidating. Truth to be told, I was expecting some “daddy” type, definitely a more mature and imposing person. He was rather inconspicuous, and I sensed a lot of insecurities in him.

Ander’s eyes roamed over my body, and his face suddenly started to look different, as if he felt my growing confidence. He seemed now rather soured and unsure.

Was he hit by the reality of the situation?

Liam noticed that also and said, “Maybe… hmmm… Would you like something to drink?”

I darted my gaze at Ander’s morose face and nodded.

“Sure… I would like tea, if I might.”

I chose tea on purpose, as the lengthy process of preparing it would give Ander some time to adjust to the situation. It would be better to have him 100% on board with the threesome idea, but I wasn’t sure if that was even possible. I could almost physically feel his mood gradually deteriorating, his lips set in a hard line, his fists clenched.

We moved toward the kitchen annex and Liam started to prepare the tea. I made a mistake by ogling his body too attentively, as they both noticed it. Liam blushed even more, and Ander’s face became even tenser.

“So… what do you do for your daily job?” I asked Ander.

“I’m a sales manager in an office supplies company. And you?”

Yep, he looked like a salesman. His non-threatening appearance made him a good candidate for this job. He was about 28, maybe 30?

“I’m a programmer in a software development company.”

“Well, you surely don’t look like the stereotype of an IT guy or a nerdy coder….”

I fixed my eyes on his face, trying to assess his intentions. His lips were tightened at first, but soon he gave me a lopsided grin. Was he being a dick?

“Thanks, I take Bodrum Escort Bayan it as a compliment. I actually was working as a model for some time, during my college years. People were often surprised that I was majoring in Computer Science.”

He slowly nodded, but his grin slipped, his eyes becoming rather cold. He was not happy I mentioned modeling because Liam’s gaze was now upon me, with some kind of new curiosity, as if he was trying to imagine me doing some naked shots amidst beautiful scenery.

I met his gaze. I must say, I had trouble tearing my eyes from Liam’s slender figure, and they were both well aware of that.

Ander could not hold it much longer: “So. I can see you already like Liam.”

I hesitated, as he looked miffed, even hostile.

Should I change my behavior? Show him my more cocky side? It would definitely annoy him. He had no problem with showing me his bad mood, even though it was he who had invited me here. His attitude was bordering on being rude, and I was not gonna let him walk over me. For sure, antagonizing anyone was a short-sighted method of dealing with people, but since he’d said it was a one-time birthday thing anyway, should I even care?

So I narrowed my eyes a bit. “Well, he is very attractive.”

Liam chuckled awkwardly. Predictably, Ander clenched his jaw even more. “Good, so I guess it won’t be a hardship for you…” His voice became rather bitter.

Liam glanced toward me and smiled softly.

“No. But will it be a hardship for you?” I asked, eyeing Ander. If he was going to be a dick, then I was also going to give him some attitude.

Liam turned his head toward Ander and looked at him with a bit of fear in his eyes. Was he afraid that his boyfriend would back out of the arrangement? It looked like it. The boy’s fear was a form of compliment toward me, as he evidently was interested in me… staying.

But I underestimated Ander’s determination, as he put on a weird grin. “Well, not at all. I promised him a special gift for birthday. I’m all for making my boyfriend happy.” After saying that, he moved toward Liam and embraced him, kissing him passionately while I watched. He probably thought it would put me off, but it did not.

I actually moved two steps closer and started to watch them rather intensely, which was noted by both men.

“Shall we… proceed to the bedroom? I’m ready to watch the first part of the show,” I said in a husky voice.

Liam broke the kiss and asked “What about your tea?”

“It can wait. Go ahead. Bedroom.”

Ander probably hadn’t been t expecting this level of eagerness on my side, but apparently he was not going to stop. So, I followed them to a big bedroom with a… really big bed. King-size bed! Nice.

They were kissing still, and soon started to undress. I was not going to be left behind, so I took my shirt off. Ander and Liam turned their heads around and looked at me. They were probably not expecting me to have such large tattoos on my body. I could see even more fire in Liam’s eyes, and even less of it in Ander’s, who looked very annoyed.

Ander was in no hurry to take his shirt off, probably because of his waist fat. Liam, on the other hand, was more than eager to get rid of all of his clothes. Soon I could admire his slender, ballet-dancer-like body, very lithe and wiry. He had a small dick, not more than 4 inches, but it was something I actually loved in my bottoms, as I could do miracles with small dicks, swallowing them and deepthroating easily.

What was even more exciting was the fact that he had a butt-plug in his ass – and a funny one! It had a long pink fox tail, hanging now between his slim legs! So… he was a bit of naughty boy after all. Good!

“Wow, nice!” I expressed my admiration and grinned widely. Liam winked at me.

The boy was a masterpiece! Seductive yet simultaneously innocent looking. My dick was tenting my pants, so I was not going to pretend there was no urgent problem there.

I unzipped my pants and my dick popped out, bouncing a bit for them to see. I was always content with my impressive girth, which gave my dick an even more imposing and thick look, beyond its 7.5 inches of length. I knew 7.5 inches was not considered a monster dick or a ‘porn-size’ dick, but I was pretty content with how it looked, thanks to a large mushroom head, thick veins, and overall ‘massive’ look.

Liam’s pink cheeks became almost red. He was ogling my dick very intensely, and then I saw his small, neat cock become even harder, sticking out like a tiny pink steel rod, almost as if it wanted to say hello to mine.

Hello, little one, you are a cutie!

We were looking at each other as vehemently as if we were about to start some crazy rut fuck like wild animals. My pulse spiked higher than during my last Muay Thai training, and I could actually hear my heart beating in my ears.

I was always head over heels for cute twinks and femboys, absolutely loving to fuck their small and wiry bodies, to rock them Escort Bodrum into the mattress, and Liam was like my dream come true: a beautiful, horny twink. Horny for me. And he was. His eyes bored into my face as I smirked, stroking my dick with obvious intent. I already had a plan in my head.

Ander also put down his pants revealing his hairy ass that held no appeal whatsoever, at least for me. His dick was a bit under 7 inches, so not that much shorter than mine, but far less thick. He had a semi, and obviously was not happy about that and… NOT being happy about the level of hardness is not a good thing, as you all probably know. Nervousness is like… cold water.

So, I decided to take some action. Standing a bit behind Ander, I gestured toward Liam — showing with my hand and mouth that he should probably help his boyfriend to become… a proud man again.

Liam obviously got that, as he lowered himself over Ander’s body and took his dick in his pink, soft mouth, still wet from their kisses. I positioned myself a bit to the side, not wanting to lose the nice view. I smiled toward him encouragingly, and he obviously could not answer, sucking Ander’s dick, but his eyes gleamed to me with a cheerful gaze.

I could feel we already had a connection and a delightful chemistry.

As I was out of Ander’s sight, he finally managed to get an erection. Only then did I decide to get on the bed, already completely naked – and went behind Liam’s ass.

Ander eyes widened in horror. “Hey! I’m the one who is starting…” he almost growled.

“Of course, of course! I’m gonna lick him a bit to prepare for you…” I smiled almost submissively, but there was no submission in my eyes. It was a challenge.

I lowered myself and made a long trail of kisses over the pearly-white skin of Liam’s slim back. I made long, lapping moves with my tongue, and slowly grabbed the handle of the butt-plug. I made a couple of small moves, simulating fucking his ass, and after that, I slowly took it out. Only then did I notice the mirror on the opposite wall of their bedroom, in which I could see Liam’s face and his lips sucking Ander. His gaze was on me, and he was blushing.

And of course Ander’s eyes were angrily fixed on me, but, oh well. Was his bad mood my fault? He invited me there. That was not my problem and Liam was obviously consenting… So, I lowered myself even more and kissed his round, firm, springy ass cheeks.

Yep, very attractive ass, I was planning to soon plunge in.

At that moment, I already knew. I was 100% on board with this weird threesome-cuckold thing.

My fantasies were about to happen in real life.

Looking at Ander, I slowly covered Liam’s skin with open-mouthed kisses. He watched me with narrowed eyes. Finally, I spread the boy’s buttocks and glanced at his clenching, pink hole, glistening with a bit of lube. So, he was already nicely prepared!

I slowly licked over his pucker, circling it with my tongue, tasting a bit of cherry from the lube. Liam reacted very agreeably; he even pushed his hips back a bit to let me have better access. My tongue went inside his ass, and was poking at his loose hole, teasing and caressing him. Liam made a small moan, and then Ander said through clenched jaws:

“Ok, I’m ready. I will fuck him now.”

I straightened up with a wide grin.

Liam surprised me, as he just made a 180′ turn and was now facing Ander with his rear and me with his face, on all fours. Our eyes met, and he smiled at me. He seemed to be in the perfect mood for fun, kinky sex.

“I wanna suck your dick now…” he said, but Ander snapped again:

“Hey, we didn’t agree on that, Liam!”

“But I want to… please, Ander,” he pleaded, looking over his shoulder to his boyfriend.

Boy, wasn’t he eager to have his both holes filled up? And I was about to fill the gap… in their relationship. And somewhere else, preferably.

Ander went red, but finally nodded. He spread Liam’s ass and lined up his dick with the boy’s hole. I observed him and chose the moment to insert my dick between Liam’s tempting lips: when Ander pushed his dick inside! Yes, Liam moaned loudly in response to this double invasion, having been filled from both sides simultaneously, and he went to work very eagerly on my dick, taking me surprisingly deep and without choking.

Yeah, he was rather skilled at that, which I could appreciate, as I’d spent countless hours training myself on controlling my own gag reflex to serve my twinks the best way I could. I was often praised for my skills by them, so it was worth the effort.

Liam was equally skilled, and I could feel a bit too much pleasure… It was going to end way too quickly, but I was not that sad as I had a short restart time. Every so often I needed only ten, and occasionally even five minutes to become hard again, and I could fight through the feeling of oversensitivity without losing my erection.

So, I didn’t care that much if I came too quickly, and he was good at this. Too good to deny myself a quick and intensive eruption in his sweet, hot and skilled mouth. I always loved having orgasms (Duh! So obvious! Who doesn’t?) and was never restraining myself from that. I was never really a believer in edging. Only a full-power orgasmic blast was satisfying for me.

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(Every character depicted is 18+ years of age.)

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Giulio Gaspar was one of the most religious figures in town. He was also the father of my bestfriend, Marcel. When I came out a few years back, I had many people turn their backs on me. Marcel didn’t, no matter how much his father wanted him to. There were few people who could stand up to the giant Giulio Gaspar, and one of these people was his son.

Because of him I still went to church even though I wasn’t welcome. I did it mostly to appease Mr. Gaspar, fruitlessly. He didn’t enjoy the fact that there were rumors about his son being gay because of me. Marcel didn’t care, Marcel’s girlfriend didn’t care, and I certainly didn’t indulge any rumors, but Mr. Gaspar cared. A lot. He learned to endure me at his home with time, but his dislike was always present.

Then the traps began.

It was Saturday. Marcel and I were getting ready to go to our early Volleyball practice when he told me to wait in his bedroom while he hopped to the nearest grocery store on his bike to grab us some energetic drinks.

There was a knock on the door. “Marcel? You there?” Giulio said.

“No, Mr. Gaspar. He just left to the grocery store. He’s gonna be quick though.”

The door suddenly opened and Giulio was standing there, in shorts and shirtless. In his fifties he was still ripped and packed, gorgeous black hair with streaks of gray, a thick beard covering his face. Marcel was a younger version of him. It was good genetics mixed with a lot of workout.

He strode inside the room parading his body while I avoided him altogether, my gay awareness being very worried about any misunderstanding. I was sitting upright in the bed, looking over my cellphone, extremely careful not to do anything wrong.

“Hi, Rodrigo. Don’t mind me.” He began to search through Marcel’s wardrobe, moving around some clothes and opening some drawers. “I need to borrow one of his gym shorts…Know where he keeps them?”

His friendliness was suspicious and so was his question.

“No, sir, I don’t…”

“Maybe it’s in one of these.” He squatted, and gave a full view of his round bubble-butt. The butt-cheeks parted as he got close to the floor, making those glutes work. He even grunted as he reached the limit. The shorts seemed just about to be torn apart. I permitted myself to have a single thought of being buried deep inside that.

Then I snapped out of it. I realized what it was right away. No fucking way he didn’t know what he was doing. No. Fucking. Way.

It was a trap. He wanted to get rid of me and that was the way he found to do it. Provoke me so I would do something stupid. It was insane that he would go to such lengths, but anything to protect his son, right?

I ignored him completely and focused on my phone. Eventually he left the room without saying any other word.

I didn’t mention anything to Marcel when he got back. We went to our practice, and about an hour into it, Marcel jumped badly and twisted his right foot. After a check-up in the gymnasium’s infirmary, I drove him home in his car.

“Dad can give you a lift,” Marcel said in his bedroom. I refused. We played some videogame for while, then I decided to go home.

Giulio was wearing the same shorts as before, but he wasn’t shirtless anymore. He offered me a ride personally and so insistent that I felt bad not accepting it. In the car, I kept my face up and turned slightly to my right, avoiding any kind of possibility to get a glimpse of the bulge which I knew would be showing.

“You’re a good kid, you know?” Giulio said. “Good friend.” He slapped me in the thigh slightly.

I almost jumped to the touch, and I was incredibly offended that he was trying so hard to ruin my friendship with his son. I saw no good will in his words. I didn’t trust any of them. Yet I still felt the need to be polite and to play safe because there was always the possibility that I could be wrong.

“Not a big deal at all,” I said.

“Well, you were the one who took him to the infirmary right away, right?”

“That’s right, sir. But that’s because I’m his bestfriend.”

“And there’s a reason for that,” he said, slapping my thigh again. I forced myself to not react but I couldn’t stop my skin from getting goosebumps. It was hard to refuse his words when I wanted them to be true so much.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Let’s agree that you shouldn’t call me sir anymore from now on, shall we?”

“Alright, Mr. Gaspar.”

“Just Giulio.”

I chuckled.

“That’d be weird…”

“Well, you’re an adult now and you’re my son’s bestfriend. The past is the past.”

Shit…was I actually wrong about him? The ride was over without any answer to that question and I was left wondering and feeling bad about it.

Marcel missed church the next morning, but Giulio sat next to me and my parents were very happy with that. They’ve always sucked up to Giulio Gaspar, he was very influential not only with the church but with the town, his brother was mayor and he owned many houses around Bodrum Escort it. That he was sitting with us that day even when his son was absent was a big deal. And he talked about my bravery and how I helped his son, going so far as to make me blush.

Who knew the fucker could be so nice? In my head the suspicion lingered by very faintly.

Until the next day when I was suppose to spend the morning playing Vgs with Marcel, he had confirmed with me the day before since he wouldn’t be able to show up to training.

However, when I showed up at his door, Mr. Giulio, wearing only boxer briefs, said that he wasn’t home. He had to repeat himself because I was too focused on his face to actually hear what he was saying. All I knew was that I couldn’t look down.

“I apologize for this,” he said, pointing downwards. I didn’t look. “Uhh, I had no idea you were coming. Marcel just left with his girlfriend…I guess he didn’t warn you?”

“Nah. It’s alright. I guess I’ll be going.”

“No, no…How about we play some, you and I? I’ve been meaning to learn for a while but never had the guts to ask Marcel.”

“You want me to teach you?”

“Unless you don’t want to. Of course.”

Motherfucker…he would just make me seem like the asshole to Marcel. I took a deep hateful breath and agreed. And I took the liberty to stare at his goddamn gorgeous ass for a moment as revenge. I quickly snapped out of it. Dangerous territory.

“Uh, does it bother you if I stay like this?” he said, pointing downwards again. I didn’t look. Fuck…was there a good answer?

“It doesn’t bother me,” I said in the most neutral tone I could find. Shit, I had to be really careful. I was inside the den of the wolf. I had zero doubts now that he was planning to catch me off guard and point the finger, paint me as a fucking pervert…I could already see how Marcel would fall for it because he would never believe that his dad would go to such lengths.

“Actually if you want to get comfortable while I grab us some drinks, go ahead…” he said, leaving me in the living room setting up the game.

I would get comfortable if I managed to find a way out of that situation. First of all, I wanted to be transparent with Marcel, so I texted him what was happening in minute details. I even texted: “he’s wearing only boxers lol your dad is crazy”. I was hoping that Marcel would fucking help me. Marcel only said, “yeah sometimes he enjoys that shit. I can’t believe he wants to play games. Thank you for teaching him.”

Thanks for nothing, Marcel.

Giulio strode back in his tight briefs, sitting right next to me. He was all smiles as we played, and I got the feeling he was playing dumb on purpose so I would help him. I got a glimpse of his bulge which was impressive but not surprising. The way his briefs were digging into the flesh of his thighs was breathtaking.

For a moment I even wondered if it was worth it to lose Marcel’s friendship if it meant I could take a bite out of that beefcake.

“You are so good at this,” he said. “Thanks for entertaining an old man.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He reached over me and I backed away into the couch, but he was just grabbing my empty bottle of beer. He smiled apologetically. I took a good whiff of his skin. It took a moment for the smell to settle, going from good to fantastic in a matter of milliseconds.

“I’ll grab you another one.”

“Maybe I should just…”

“Noo, relax there, buddy.” He had never called me buddy in his entire existence.

I could not be wrong about this. Did he have a camera somewhere? I’m sure he would edit it out the parts where he was obviously throwing himself at me just to make me look like a fucking pervert.

When he turned his back, I swooned over his butt. He looked better than many porn stars.

This was insanity.

When he came back, he stood right in front of me to hand me my beer and in doing so, also giving me a full view of his bulge. Nope. I looked him straight in the eye and persevered.

He proceeded to sit down next to me again, slapping my thigh.

“Oh shit,” he said, as his console fell to the ground. In one of the most cliche performances ever, he went down on his knees and pushed his ass upright in my direction, overdoing it in a way that I couldn’t ignore it anymore. His boxers were even a little sweaty between the cracks right where his asshole would be hiding.

He really was going out of his way to catch me, huh?

He got up as if nothing had happened, face a little flushed. I got up myself.

“I better go. Sorry, Mr. Gaspar, I really have to go. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, just leave me alone, alright?”

I got a glimpse of his astounded red face before simply walking out on him. My whole body was shaking as if I had just fought a bear and lived. I wondered if he would let me go unscathed.

It took a few hours to find the answer to that.

Marcel gave me a call.

“Dude, what did you do to my dad?”

I sat up in my own bed Bodrum Escort Bayan and rubbed my temple. Being right about something never felt so defeating. I thought about a million things to say but I knew that none of them would help me out. If I tried to villainize Marcel’s own father, I would lose. If I didn’t, I would lose.

“You know what? Fuck you, Marcel. Your father is lying. I didn’t do anything to him. But believe what you want. Bye.”

“And why didn’t you do anything? I thought you were into older guys? You told me that last year in my party when you were drunk and said that my dad was kinda hot.”

“Yeah, well…Hm. What?”

“Dude, it’s been very hard for him after mom died and I found out about him. He’s so stubborn. I tell him he should just come out and be free, but he says he’ll never do it. Now he’s mad at me because I pushed him to try it with you. I even told him to be slutty, dude. My own dad. But YOU SAID he was hot. I remember. Clear as day.”

“What?” I repeated.

“And you know, he’s crushed. He’s acting all serious and depressed like he doesn’t care, but I know him. Anyway I’m still at my girl’s and I’ll try and fix things, alright? I think he’s worried that you think he’s some kind of predator or somethin’.”

“Oh man, I think I fucked up!”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought your father was trying to fuck with me.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Fuck WITH me, not fuck ME, Marcel. I thought he was trying to catch me and call me a pervert.”

“That’s absurd!”

“Is it?! Is it?!”

“Hm. Yeah.”

“Alright, I guess it was nuts.”

“So you want dad?”

I cringed from embarrassment.

“Uh…Yes?” I said meekly.

“Then just go nail him, for Chrissake.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Giulio Gaspar opened the door to his house, this time fully dressed in a buttoned up shirt and jeans. He was a little surprised to see me.

“Rodrigo…what’s up?”

“What’s up, buddy? May I cum inside?”

The way he twisted his head sideways like a puppy was kind of cute, specially when coming from a huge bear of a man.

“Uhm, sure, come in.”

“So…” I began. “I came here to apologize for what I said.”

“No, no…I’m the one who needs to. It was all a big misunderstanding.” He was very serious, contrasting to the blush on his face. I checked him out from head to toe, not shying away from his crotch, bulge showing through tight jeans.

“So let’s just…start again. A few beers, a little videogame. What do you say?”

He seemed a little confused, but nodded. I went to set up the videogame while he grabbed our beers.

I was already on the couch waiting for him when he arrived. He sat down next to me.

“I thought we were starting again,” I said. He was puzzled. “I mean, take off your clothes. Just your boxers.”

He chuckled to the possibility of a joke, but then realized I was serious. He stood up and began to unbutton himself, but was having trouble, so I got up to help him. He watched my fingers as I skillfully opened each one. I didn’t stop with the buttons from the shirt, going straight to his pants.

Giulio let out a grunt as I fastened the pants to be able to release the button. The reason was that his cock was swelling up inside, visibly showing the growth to the outside world.

I had to look up to see his face and smile. His eyes darted to my lips, and he bit his, indicating that he wanted a kiss. But I didn’t think it was time yet, so I smiled back and pulled his pants down, squatting so my face was right in front of his delineated wood and balls. I took a good loud whiff and stood up.

“Let’s play,” I said.

He sat down next to me, holding his console, and I could see that his hands were shaking. It was crazy to think he was more nervous than me.

We weren’t paying attention to the videogame and after five minutes of pretending, I threw my console gently to the stringy carpet.

“Ops. Hey, Mister. Could you grab that for me?” I said.

“Right. Of course.”

He went first to his knees and then on all fours, ass turned to my direction. The splendor of his round butt-cheeks. Tight briefs stretching with the tensing glutes. He was wearing the same underwear, which meant a very sweaty, smelly musty area. I placed both my hands on each side of his butt and gave him a big squeeze.

“How’s the search going?” I asked.

“I’m sure it fell over here somewhere,” he said in a serious tone. I smiled, and pulled down his underwear slowly, revealing a very hairy ass.

In the middle of those mountains of flesh my eyes were attracted directly to the tiny red hole. My hands kept pulling down the underwear until it was on his knees and he raised each one so I could remove it completely. Now he was naked and exposing his anus to me, and hanging gloriously were his furry balls and a thick uncut cock fully erect. I spread the cheeks apart, not being gentle about it, and he moaned. He moaned louder when I licked the base of his balls and went up straight Escort Bodrum to the hole, rimming him.

His moans were like a mountain rumbling, his whole body vibrating to my tongue.

“This will stay between us, right?” he said, unnecessarily. I began to push my tongue as deep as it could go. “Ohh humm.” Simple carnal noises that expressed agony and disbelief all at once.

“Put one leg over the couch…open yourself even more…”

“My God!” he strained to say as I returned my tongue inside, this time digging my face forcefully into the flesh of his butt-crack, my hands working on his balls and cock, pulling on them not without kindness, and yet Giulio was moaning like I was being mean to him.

“That’s enough,” I said. “The game is not going to play by itself.”

“Don’t stop!” he said, frustrated. But I sat down on the couch and asked for my console. He came back too, breathing hard, and a irritated expression on his face that tensed up his eyebrows. I was fully clothed, and he completely naked. We spent another five minutes max playing before he exploded. “I give up. You are better than me. Let’s do something else.”

“What’s on your mind?” I said, very amused.

Giulio Gaspar simply turned on the couch and offered his white hairy ass to me.

“Want me to suck your ass?”

“Please!” His throbbing cock twitched up when he said that. I rubbed my thumb on the tip, getting the small leak of pre-cum. He grunted.

“I might be very young, Giulio. But I think I have more experience with guys. I think you just figured out that begging makes things a lot better.”

“Yeah? Please, suck my ass…oh fuuck,” he whispered and began to thrust his body back, making little agonizing sounds. I never knew, never even imagined, that he could make those sounds. “OOOhhh no no no! Wait…” He begged, but it was too late. His cock began to shoot down on the couch and make mess of cum. He grunted like a monster for each shot while his titanic body shook. I buried my face in his ass for a moment more, waiting for him to calm down.

“That was beautiful, man,” I said.

His face was colored red.

“I need to clean this up.”

“Do it quick, then. I’ll be waiting in your bedroom.” I slapped his ass hard, and he looked at me as if he was seeing me for the first time. I was sure he liked what he saw.

When he entered his own room, I was laying on his bed like I owned it.

“Why are you still wearing clothes?” he asked.

I looked at myself, grinned.

“I was waiting for you to take them off for me.”

He returned my grin.

“Gladly…can I just ask, Rodrigo, what changed your mind? You left here pretty rattled before.”

“Ah you know, I just did.”

“It was my son, wasn’t it?” he said, sighing. “Did he put you up to this? How did he convince you?”

“To be honest, I’ve always been turned on by you. I thought you hated me, you know. Because you were so religious. And I was gay. One plus one equals two. Can you blame me?”

“I hated you at first and then I just found it hard to change. When my son found out what I had been searching on the internet…I was embarrassed, but he just accepted me like he did you,” He walked towards the bed, placed one knee over and rubbed my leg. “I’m proud of him.”

I pulled him on top of me.

“Was it his idea to leave us alone so you could parade your big ass, in front of me?”

He blushed.

“He told me to be a slut…I’ve been going to church for 30 years. I should’ve beaten the shit out of him for that, but instead I agreed to it, because he said you liked slutty guys.”

“To be fair, you made me pretty hard every time…you have a big beautiful ass.”

“You don’t care that I’m thirty years older than you?”

“Fuck, that makes it even better!” I said, rubbing my face against his beard, and our lips together.

“Did you like sucking my ass? Sticking your tongue in it?” he said.

“Could do it all day.”

“I couldn’t. You made me cum pretty quickly there.”

“I can teach you a little edging…”

“What’s that?” he said, interested. Our voices had turned to whispers.

He pulled off my shirt, smiling while kissing my mouth. I hugged him warmly, rolling on the bed, distracting him with more kisses while he worked on my shorts. He found my cock and began to pull on it. I could feel his hand trembling, but it was firm on the grip.

“Bigger than mine…I wanna suck,” he said.

He did. I opened my legs and he slid down my body to put my cock inside his mouth, and one hand pulling on my balls, which made me very glad. I squirmed under him, sucking in my lips, and moaning a few curses. Crazy how even the most gentle touch of his lips against the head caused such a violent pleasure surge that seemed to pierce my brain. I genuinely sounded like I was being hurt, but God forbid him from stopping right then when I was almost exploding from within. My balls were so tight, curling up from time to time, mind-numbing.

“Oh shit. Shit, fuck, damn,” I said and kept saying.

I looked at him and the fucker was smiling. “Am I doing okay?”

“Oh yeah, you’re a cocksucker now.”

His face glowed as he put the cock back in his mouth. His moans and hummings indicated that he was going through much the same sense-wrecking experiences as me.

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I lucked out when I started uni and managed to share a room with my childhood best friend, Carl. We were neighbours when we were kids and although I moved house and we went to different colleges, we managed to stay fast friends.

Throughout college, obviously, we made other friends and got to know new people. But our friendship stayed strong, and we managed to see each other most weeks.

We talked about university, and although we wanted entirely different things; he was a nerd that knew about politics, philosophy and all that book stuff, while I was more into using my hands and making tangible things in the real world, we found somewhere down south that did courses we both liked, and seemed to do them well. Our good fortune seemed to hold, because we both got the grades we needed and managed to get in.

Carl had picked up a girlfriend in college, the previous year: Jess. I had met her a few times, but he tended to keep his “friend friends” and his “school friends” separate. Seeing as he met Jess at school, then she had fallen into the “school friends” box, although, as a girlfriend, she got to mix with his “friend friends” from time to time.

I was surprised they had stayed together so long, really. She was traditionally “out of his league” from what I could tell. He was tall and not unfit, but he wasn’t really the type to visit a gym ever, and I didn’t think he had the charisma to chat up a girl. He had shaggy black hair that he never styled and brown eyes flecked with gold. His interests were definitely of the stereotypically nerdy male variety — videogames, comics, etc. but like, the kind that you don’t see played on Twitch or getting made into movies by Disney.

Jess was a bit shorter than Carl; her eyes were level with his mouth, so I’d guess she was about 165cm (5ft 4ish). She was fit – I think Carl told me she’d been going to the gym since starting college as she was originally going to do an NVQ in sports, or something, but switched to A-levels instead at the last minute. She had bleach blonde hair with dark roots that hung to around halfway down her back when loose.

I had thought that me and Carl moving down south together would have marked the end of their relationship: we would be just far enough away from our hometown for the journey to be a pain in the arse, and costly. However, Carl didn’t seem to be disheartened by the distance.

“Are you going to be a little bitch when I bring girls over?” I asked Carl a few weeks before we prepared to move.

“Course not, mate. But in exchange, you’ve got to go out when I have Jess over,” he replied, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Jess?” I asked in surprise.

“Yeah, my girlfriend,” he laughed. “You’re Sam: my best friend. She is Jess: my girlfriend.”

His mocking voice had a tinge of irritation to it.

“So, you’re giving it the long-distance thing, then? Isn’t she going to be jealous that you’re out playing all the time with me?” I joked.

“Err, no, mate. I’m sure we spoke about this before,” He began. “She’s going to the same uni, so she’ll be just round the corner from us.”

I was stunned for a moment at that revelation. I had absolutely no memory of such a conversation occurring and surely it would be something I’d remember.

“You’re pulling my leg,” was the only thing I could think to respond with.

“No, dickhead. I told you she got into the same uni as us when I told you I got in! We talked about you hooking up with her friend with the big arse?” He mock chided me.

“Oh yeah. Amy? Anna? Abby? Yeah, I remember you said she’d be living close and she’s up for having a good time.”

“Abby. Oh, so you remember that part?”

“Wait, you tried to set me up with one of her other friends before because, and these are your words: ‘she’s a bit of a slut’,” I smirked at him. “If all Jess’ friends are like this, then… Well, you know.”

“Yeah, she knows her way around a bed. Or a chair. Or a table,” Carl laughed. “She is insatiable, mate.”

***

A couple of weeks later, we spent the whole weekend carting our stuff down the motorway to the coast. Carl, being a lazy fucker, never bothered learning to drive and both sets of our parents didn’t want to have to make the journey a whole bunch of times, leaving me to hire a van for all our stuff.

“Thank you, Sam,” Jess said as she climbed into the van between Carl and me. “My Mum already took me down once and didn’t want to make the journey again just so I could bring a few extra things.”

“It’s alright babe. Sam doesn’t mind,” Carl cut in before I could say anything. “We’re making the same journey, so it makes sense!”

I bit my tongue. Yes, it was the same journey, but I’d already made it once yesterday and once again already today and wanted to get it out of the way, instead of wasting daylight waiting for Jess to get ready. On top of all that, I was pretty sure she could drive herself.

“Yeah, no problem,” I said grudgingly, trying to smile. “We probably don’t have to worry too much about traffic at Bodrum Escort this time.”

“You alright driving this big thing down the motorway at night?” Jess asked, actual incredulity visible on her face.

“Yeah, of course. This journey’s burned into my brain now,” I replied.

Jess looked like she had ‘got ready’ just for this journey. Her makeup seemed to be done to perfection, from what I could tell as a lad who didn’t tend to wear makeup. Her clothes looked fresh and clean, and her blonde hair was tied back into twin braids. She even smelt fresh.

Compared to Carl, who was wearing sweat-stained clothes fit for moving furniture around, like it felt like we had been doing for the last eternity, she looked like a princess with her manservant.

“What’s so funny?” Carl asked me.

“Hey, Jess. You going out somewhere?” I said gesturing at her as if to say ‘all this’ to Carl.

“What? When we’re down?” She smiled. “Yeah, Abby… do you know Abby? Anyway, my friend Abby knows a good pub that she wants to show me, where drinks don’t cost an arm and a leg.”

“How? Don’t you need to finish moving all your stuff in? Ours is basically shoved into the entrance hallway. It’s going to take hours to get it all sorted.” Carl complained.

“Abby got someone to help out. All I need to do is organise my stuff,” Jess said, looking at her phone. “Should we go? It’s getting a bit late.”

The drive down was easy. It was getting dark by the time we hit the motorway and dark by the time we could see signs to our destination. Carl and Jess were talking together for most of the beginning of the journey. I was happy to zone out and focus on the drive.

Eventually, I noticed that they were silent. Or, mostly silent. I could hear Carl breathing heavily, but I could only see him from my periphery. Jess was tapping away on her phone. I glanced over to see Carl sleeping, his head tilted back and against the corner where the window met the headrest to his seat.

As I looked over, the brightness from Jess’s phone caught my attention and my gaze passed over it on the way back to the road. It was only a quick glance, but there was a lot of the colour of bare flesh glowing out of the screen. She must have noticed me moving my head, as she quickly flipped her phone over and beamed up at me.

“Carl tells me you’ve been friends forever,” she smiled sweetly. “Why?”

“Why?” I repeated, trying to work out what she was asking. “Why are we friends?”

“Yeah. You don’t look like the type to hang around him.”

“I could say the same about you!”

The words spilled out before my brain could process them.

“What does that mean?” She snapped, although it didn’t seem to be aggressive.

“I mean…” I began, trying to phrase it non-offensively. “You’re hot. He’s, not exactly a model, is he? As lovely as he is.”

She just laughed. The corners of her clear blue eyes creasing in amusement.

“He’s handsome. He just doesn’t take care of his appearance as much as some others,” she started. “And he’s really nice, and helpful and wonderful. Yeah, he could exercise a bit more, get a haircut and get some clothes that he hasn’t had since he was fifteen, but he’s not bad!”

I gave her credit. She seemed to be genuinely interested in him. Although, I should have known that seeing as they had been together for the last year. I had been critical of his looks to her, but she was clearly attracted to him, even if that was partially at his potential rather than as he was now.

“Have you never tried to help him?” She continued. “You obviously care about your looks.”

Somehow, I couldn’t tell if that was an insult or a compliment.

“What do you mean?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Fishing for compliments?” She said fulsomely. “You know what I mean. You’re fit, and I mean that in both senses of the word, and part of that is because you know how to work with what you’ve got.”

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and was glad I was looking at the road instead of her face at that moment.

“Yeah, I’ve always ragged on at him to try a bit more. But that’s not how he works and I’m not going to make him change. I love him how he is,” My words almost nauseated even myself.

Jess’s laughter tinkled through the van.

We continued talking, while Carl slept, for the rest of the journey. It turns out that she was nice, and I liked her. Shocking.

***

The following day, while Carl and I slaved over trying to stuff everything from both of our rooms at home into a “suite” that was smaller than either of them individually, I asked him about Jess.

“Why’ve you kept her away from me before?” I asked, both of us trying to manoeuvre the same bed closer to the wall.

“My bed? My bed has a gender?” He looked up at me in puzzlement.

“Sorry, I think I had the beginning of that conversation in my head.” I apologised. “I meant Jess. Why have you kept her separate from our friendship group?”

“Oh,” he stuttered. “I just- It wasn’t a priority. Bodrum Escort Bayan The boxes just didn’t overlap.”

“I got to know her a bit better last night. She didn’t seem like a good fit for you before, but after talking to her a bit more, I think she is,” I smiled at him.

He dropped the corner of the bed suddenly, causing me to jump.

“Sorry!” He said, before looking at me strangely. “What do you mean by that? The fit thing?”

I thought quickly. I had clearly offended him slightly but couldn’t think of a way to backpedal.

“As I said, I didn’t really know her,” I began, thinking frantically. “She seemed a bit stuck up. But I was wrong.”

Carl nodded.

“Yeah. Okay. Sorry,” he said, pushing the bed further.

I think I must have struck a nerve.

“Well, with us living together now, then you’ll probably see her a bit more. So yeah…” He trailed off.

***

We had a week before term started, so took the time to familiarise ourselves with the city and with our cohort and neighbours. The bars down here were eye-wateringly expensive without using student discounts, so oftentimes we’d simply stock up at a local shop and head back to someone’s dorm/room/suite/flat to lubricate our social cogs.

It was the Friday before term began that we ended up at Jess and Abby’s with our bounty. They had somehow secured a flat in a student house, rather than in halls like Carl and I, and the whole house seemed to be partying tonight. I recognised a face or two from our halls, but other than Jess and Carl, I didn’t know anyone here.

Some of the residents must have been engineering or computing students, as various lights around the house seemed to pulse in different colours in rhythm with the music and I doubted any student would have enough money to buy a system that worked like that.

“Hey, you must be Sam,” a girl with skin that looked almost the colour of burnished copper in the strange lights said to me.

“Hi,” I began, looking for Carl, who had been at my side just a moment ago. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage.”

I looked at her, trying to see if I could place her face.

She had large dark eyes that looked both green and brown in the lights. Her hair was loosely curled and tied in kind of pigtails, although curls from her fringe hung down over parts of her face. When the lights flashed a certain colour, I could see her hair was dyed purple towards the tips and gradually faded to brown. I wondered how that would look in a solid light. Her nose was a little wide, but not large, and her mouth followed suit with plump full lips.

She wore a subtle orange cropped blouse that showed off a pierced navel on a flat stomach above tight blue jeans.

She laughed, the expression lighting up her face.

“Carl’s with Jess, if you couldn’t guess,” she smiled. “I’m Abby. Jess’s friend and flatmate.”

“Ah! I’ve heard about you,” I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.

“You have?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Only good things, I promise!” I smiled. “Well… Mostly good.”

She laughed at that, relieving me.

“I’m pretty sure Carl can teleport or something. He was right here a second ago.” I stated

“Yeah, Jess has that effect on men,” Her eyes widened and she brought a hand to her mouth. “‘Had’. I meant ‘had’.”

“That would have sounded a lot more innocent if you hadn’t had the slight breakdown,” I laughed.

If I’d heard that a week ago, I would probably have been concerned for him. But after talking to Jess about Carl, I didn’t think he needed to be worried.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” she said awkwardly. “I’m going to look for a Jack so I can get remove this foot from my mouth.”

“Let me know if you find one, I’ll be sure to need it at some point tonight too,” I smiled at her and let her wander off.

A little while later, I found my way back to Carl.

“Oi! I got Jess to point you out to Abby and you blew it. She thinks you’re not interested in her,” he frantically spewed out.

“She seemed a bit flustered and I wasn’t drunk enough to say something stupid enough to help,” I shrugged.

“Well, now would be a perfect time to go and say something stupid,” Jess interjected from next to Carl. “She’s getting hit on by creeps and she’s already slept with one of them in an effort to get them to go away.”

“Wow, she’s been busy. It’s not even ten,” I replied.

Jess burst out laughing.

“Not tonight, you idiot,” she said, punching me lightly on the arm. “Now go. Babe, make sure he doesn’t mess it up.”

I walked over towards where Abby stood in a wide doorframe, surrounded by guys. She seemed to be having fun; a broad smile split her face at least, so I was reluctant to interrupt. I felt a hand on my back, gently guiding me forward and Carl was at my side.

Suddenly, we were in the group. We must have interrupted something the conversation as they were all silent now.

“Hey Abby, Sam was just expressing Escort Bodrum his surprise that he never ran into you at Atlantis back home,” Carl blurted out.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but Abby seemed to smile at him before turning to me.

“Oh my god, Sam! Me and the girlies were there all the time! That’s insane that we never saw you! Do you know Imran? The bouncer. He let us in without ID just because J- Jo flashed him her tits once.”

“Jo?” Carl asked.

“You girls like to party? Why don’t you show us what you’ve got?” One of the guys, a small one with short spiky hair, spoke over Carl.

“Yeah, I know Imran. He’s a good lad. Think he’s been hit in the head one too many times though, you get me?” I said, ignoring the other guy.

Abby laughed. Carl smiled and turned to go back to Jess.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. You-” Abby began.

“Do all your mates put out like you?” One of the guys, a big lad that was probably handsome if he didn’t look so dull, asked.

I saw Carl freeze, and both his and Abby’s expressions mirrored what I could feel on my own face as we all turned to look at him. It wasn’t even what he had said that was so offensive, but the way he spoke as well.

The lad who hadn’t spoken since I’d got there shook his head and just walked off with the same look of mixed disbelief and disgust on his face. The smaller one grinned lecherously.

“Yeah Annie, Derek said you was easy to get into bed, and it sounds like your friends might be too. I don’t mind sloppy seconds,” he smiled at her, as if unable to comprehend what he was saying might be taken badly. “What about the hot one with the huge tits?”

He turned to look around the room, clutching the doorframe for support.

“She’s your roommate, right? Derek said she-” He stopped when I stepped in front of him.

“You’re being rude. Get out,” I demanded of the little guy.

“This ain’t your house, mate,” The big dull one said.

“Doesn’t matter. I doubt anyone would want either of you here the way you’re talking. Get out,” I repeated.

“Yeah, fuck off,” Carl said, stepping beside me.

I considered whether I’d acted a bit too impetuously, but Abby seemed mortified, and these wankers kept pushing.

The first hit caught me square in the jaw. I had my eyes on the big guy, so when the little one rammed his fist into the side of my face, I felt my head jolt to the right. Fortunately, the big guy did exactly what I was expecting and pulled his arm back in a wide arc, perfectly telegraphing that he was about to punch me. I pulled my knee up into his groin and watched him fold over into a heap — anything worth fighting for is worth fighting dirty for.

I turned to the other guy, but Carl was already holding his arms to the side while he tried to kick anything he could reach.

“Get out, before you embarrass yourselves anymore,” Abby said, stepping up to my right.

“Slut!” The little guy spat.

“You know what?” Abby raised her voice at him. “Yeah. I like to fuck. Who doesn’t? You’re using that word as an insult because you can’t get laid. That doesn’t even make sense. With your attitude, you won’t get laid. You’re a pathetic little bitch who needs to re-evaluate how to talk to people, let alone women.”

I noticed a few people looking our way, but most of the party was continuing on as if nothing had happened.

“Now get out of my flat,” she said with finality and stood aside.

Carl let go of him and stood next to her. I followed suit and hoped they would get the picture.

The smaller guy grabbed the big one by the arm and started pulling him, which seemed to be a difficult endeavour as the big guy dragged his feet, groaning. The smaller guy stared daggers at us the whole time, which felt like a considerable duration before they finally stepped out of the front door.

Carl let out a sigh as Jess walked quickly over, biting her lip. I couldn’t help but notice her breasts bouncing ahead of her as she marched towards us. I hadn’t noticed how revealing her outfit when I’d seen her briefly a minute ago.

“Come with me,” she commanded, pulling Carl by the top of his shirt.

He went without a second glance, muttering something about “dickheads”.

“Sorry about that,” Abby said, tears in her eyes.

“What are you sorry for?” I replied. “They were being rude. That’s not on you… and I think I may have escalated that needlessly.”

“I don’t know,” She responded, pursing her lips.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking around. The people closest seemed to have gone back to their conversations.

“Thanks. I know you and Carl were trying to help,” she said eventually. “I need to fix my make-up.”

“Can I come?” I asked. “I don’t really know anyone else here, and I think people might be a bit wary of me after that display…”

She seemed to blush, pausing, and considering. Then she smiled and gestured me to follow her.

As she turned, I noticed how her jeans seemed to adhere to her bum like another layer of skin. Wow, I had never considered myself an “ass man” before, but maybe that was just because I’d never seen one like this, perfectly round, yet tight. I would swear the denim jiggled as she walked.

“You coming?” She asked from down the hallway.

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I had been haunting antiques stores for several years. My house was filled with dressers and tables from the past and on the shelves were pieces reflecting my latest concentration. For a while I focused on animal figurines. Creatures of every size, shape and color filled one curio cabinet. Other times my focus had been hand tools. Right now, I had taken to collecting uranium glass. I had half of one curio cabinet filled and I would bask in the green and yellow glow of the pieces when I turned on the UV light at the top of the cabinet. It was beautiful.

I had decided to take a trip, stopping at antique stores along the way. I didn’t really have a destination in mind but I knew I wanted to stay to the back roads and small towns. The small town shops held the best finds. Often the sellers didn’t know what they really had and so amazing pieces could be found for a song. I carried a UV flashlight with me to confirm authenticity.

About three days into my trip I happened across a spot in the road place with a pole barn that said ‘Antiques’ across the front. I whipped into the lot and i strolled to the door. As I entered I was hit with that musty, dusty smell of so many of these shops; but underlying that familiar scent was a hint of something more floral.

On the left just inside the door was a counter and one of those iPad point of sale systems. No one was there. I turned to the right and started down the first aisle. There were some very interesting pieces on display; everything from carnival glass to iron wheels. After several aisles I was almost ready to give up but knowing that good things are often at the back of the store I decided to skip to the aisle farthest from the door.

As I walked farther into the building I noticed the floral scent becoming stronger. It was seductive and soft, a blend of warm musk with notes of powder and delicate florals. I found it intoxicating. As I entered the last aisle I found what I believed to be the source.

She was a young woman, in her late twenties, with long black hair. I guessed her measurements at 34-24-38. She was a C-cup for sure and her ass, oh my that ass! You’ve seen girls with bubble butts that can twerk and shake it, well she had one of those asses except hers appeared to be firm and tight. Her hips were not wide but her ass formed a shapely curve when viewed from the side. She wore what appeared to be exercise or yoga wear, a short blue top that hugged her breasts and charcoal pants that hugged her ass and shapely legs. A pair of blue Sketchers were on her feet. Her midriff was bare and her skin was a lovely olive color. She looked a me and smiled, I judged that she was of Egyptian heritage. Why she was here in this godforsaken spot I didn’t know but I was happy to see her.

“Hello! Welcome to my shop! My name is Rose, short for Omorose. It means beautiful in my parents language. If there’s anything I can help you with please just Beylikdüzü Escort ask.”

I stopped a few paces away. “Well to start you can tell me what is that intoxicating scent you’re wearing.”

She blushed, “It’s called Egyptian Goddess.”

“I dare say that’s an appropriate scent for a woman of your beauty. Your parents named you appropriately.”

She blushed again, “You’re too kind. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“John, my name is John. It means by parents have no imagination in English.”

“Actually one of the Twelve Apostles in the Bible was named John. In Hebrew it means ‘God is merciful’.”

“I hope God shows his mercy on me today because you have cast a spell over me and I fear there is no escape.”

She closed the distance between us and pressed her body to mine. “Should I release the stress in these shorts before they are ripped asunder?” She rubbed my already hard cock and I nearly came in my shorts as she tilted her head and offered me her full lips. I wrapped my arms around her and our lips met then parted, our tongues danced.

“There aren’t many men our age around here John. Would you take me and make me yours? I haven’t had a man in months.”

“I’m under your spell Omorose, I’ll do anything to you that you ask.”

“See the bed on display at the end of this aisle? I keep it made up and sometimes I sleep here in the shop. I’ll go lock the door if you’ll meet me there.”

“Whatever you ask my Egyptian queen,” I whispered softly.

She quickly walked away toward the front of the store. As I listened to her walk away my heart raced at the sudden realization that I was being offered the body of, by all appearances, a true Egyptian goddess. This woman’s beauty, as well as her fragrance, were intoxicating. I was incapable of resisting her.

I walked to the end of the aisle and sat on the edge of the bed. It was an antique iron frame but it had comfortable, modern, bedding. I could understand why one would sleep here. I heard her soft footsteps returning, her sneakers occasionally squeaked on the polished concrete floor. I watched as this vision of beauty approached from the far end of the aisle. My heart raced, my cock, which had gone flaccid, rose again.

“You’re still dressed?”

I removed my shirt and kicked off my shoes. I rose from the bed and slipped my shorts and underwear down to the floor and stepped out of them. She placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back down on the bed.

She stepped between my legs and raised her top, her breasts bounced free. I wasted no time taking her nipples into my mouth, they immediately grew hard and extended a full inch. I’d never had a woman with such large nipples. I began kissing her breasts and she pulled my head closer between them. “Oh yes John, that’s nice,” she softly said.

After several minutes of enjoying my ministrations on her Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan breasts she knelt down and took my cock in her hands. “You have a beautiful cock John, I love a circumcised man, and you’re shaved as well. How long are you, seven inches? Your cock is thicker than any I’ve had before.” With that she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I felt her tongue dancing around my glans.

She released the head and licked my shaft from tip to balls then sucked my balls, one-by-one, into her mouth. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. She must have sensed that because she stood up and took a step back then she turned around and slipped off her shoes and pulled down her tights. Turning around, she stepped between my legs again. I looked up at her from between those gorgeous breasts. She looked down at me, her hair falling around her face like a shroud.

“I want you to take me John. You’ve already had my mouth but now I want you to take my Cos, my pussy as you’d say. But not just my Cos, I also want you to take my ahbil, my asshole. We have all night John. By the morning I want to be a soiled and plundered little Egyptian girl.”

I pulled her down on the bed next to me and put her legs over my shoulders. I dove between her thighs and dined on her pussy. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and her outer lips were puffy but they could not contain her full inner lips. They formed folds like drapes, covering her entrance. I could see a small pool of her juices forming there. I licked it up and inserted my tongue between her folds. She moaned softly. I continued my probing until I reached the top of her lips, the curtain rod so to speak, her clit. It was pronounced enough to be easily found but did not protrude too far. I had seen clits that looked like short penises. Omorose had a beautiful Cos and I told her so before renewing the tongue-lashing. Up and down her slit I licked, dipping my tongue into her entrance and then rising up to suck gently on her clit. Soon she was moaning and breathing heavy.

“Eat me John, I want to cum on your face.” I didn’t need to be asked twice and soon she was quivering under my attentions. “I’m cumming John!” I slipped a finger into her and she let out a long moan while her entire body shook. I slid up her body and gave her a kiss. “That was the best pussy eating I’ve ever had,” she said, smiling at me. “Now fill me with your cock.”

I rubbed the head between her lips and in no time it was drenched. I slid into her with one thrust. She felt like a velvet glove inside and gripped me tighter than any other woman I’d been with. I began to slowly thrust in and out as our mouths met again and our tongues danced.

“Fuck me faster John, I need to cum on your cock. I want to feel your hot seed coating me inside.”

I raised up and began thrusting faster and faster, she wrapped her legs around the backs Escort Beylikdüzü of my thighs and pulled me in deep every time I plunged my cock into her. Soon she was cumming, her moans and screams reverberated off the metal shelving. “I’m cumming! Yes yes deeper faster, fuck me John, fuck me hard, fill me with your cum.”

Fill her I did. I thrust deep inside her and pumped at least five globs of semen. She screamed again, “my god I feel your heat John, flood me!”

We both collapsed on the bed, panting. She started giggling, “Ah that was fantastic, what a sexual release. You are a delicious lover John, one of the best I’ve ever had. Stay the night and please me over and over.”

“As you wish, my Queen,” I told her.

We rested for a bit and then she took me in her mouth and sucked be to full hardness. “Fuck my ass, fuck this big juicy ass,” she said as she bent over the side of the bed. I dipped my cock into her pussy and got it good and wet then placed he head against her asshole. I felt her sphincter relax and I started sliding in. It took a little time but I was able to get all seven inches in her and began slow thrusts. I dribbled some spit on her asshole to help with lubrication. Soon she was begging for me to fuck her harder so I grabbed her hips and bounced against her ass. That juicy butt bounced and rippled as I slammed against it.

“I’m cumming again John, don’t stop, fuck my asshole!” I reached around her and took her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She spasmed and screamed, I nearly lost my balance. I felt like a bull rider in a rodeo. She let out one final scream and collapsed on the bed, my cock popped out of her ass. I hadn’t cum so I gripped the shaft and stroked a hot glob onto her ass cheek. She smiled and moaned, “nice.”

We cleaned up in the small bathroom and then rested for a while. She had some sandwiches and cold drinks in a dorm refrigerator by the front door so we had a bit to eat. I learned that she was first generation American, her parents had immigrated from Egypt before she was born. She was an only child and this store had belonged to her parents before they passed. She made enough money to live comfortably and the big city wasn’t so far away, just a mile to the interstate and then ninety minutes to the city. She called this spot her personal oasis.

That night we had sex three more times, though I was only able to cum twice. I took her mouth again and she swallowed my cum, then I took her pussy and ass.

Exhausted, she fell asleep in my arms. I laid there awake for the longest time, marveling in her beauty.

The next morning as I was preparing to leave I noticed some uranium glass bowls on the shelf nearby. I told her I’d like to buy them. “I get some pieces of that every few months. Take them. Consider them a gift from your queen in return for satisfying her desires.”

I thanked her and she followed me to the door and unlocked it. “John, if you want more of that uranium glass come see me in a couple months. I’ll make sure I have more to give you.”

I kissed her and told her I would definitely return. As I drove away I knew I’d be back but I wasn’t confident I could wait a couple months. Maybe I needed a new focus for my collecting.

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