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Part 3: In which I fall in lust, and face the consequences…

At last I’m free of Luis. I no longer need an ‘agent’. But I’ve learned enough from my time as a ‘Midnight Cowboy’ to go solo. I look at myself naked in the mirror, pose and preen, Wow, I look good, so hot. Look at me, look at me, the delicious curve of my arse, peach-round and just as succulent, the arrogant thrust of my prong, big enough to be tasty and desirable without being so big it’s scary, I like looking at my penis anyway — hell, it’s so perfect I’d love to suck it myself if only I could, it’s where my personality resides. It’s more me than I am. It controls, dominates and drives me. And the juicy sweetmeat fruit attached — you know those valentine’s-day cards with perfectly executed hearts? turn that heart upside-down, that’s the exact symmetry of my balls — are they too distended? do they hang too low where they should be tight and high? does that mean I’ve been cumming too much, too frequently? more than’s good for me?

Hell no, there are guys out there who’d really get off on this, there are wealthy guys who’d blow a thousand-watt fuse seeing this, hell even I’d do me if I could. The only commodity I have that they want is my sex. The only thing I have to trade is myself. So be it. It’s not even about being gay. To me, to be homosexual is the capacity to fall in love with your own gender. I’ve never loved, and been loved by anyone. Maybe that’s sad? Maybe it is, but that’s the way it is. What we do is just sex, just bodies, just gratification. Orientation doesn’t figure in that equation.

So we decide, me and my inner twin, that we prefer older men who look after me, take care of me, make my decisions for me. So increasingly we gravitate towards them, wealthy, more sophisticated men. Men have always taken advantage of my gullibility, of my trusting nature. Back then, I was younger, I thought all I had to do to attract a new patron was give a coquettish fuck-me smile. And it works. It’s almost like a job interview, which in a sense, it is. I’m offering my services, they’re weighing up whether I’ll be worth the running costs. Every boy has his price, I’m just more honest about the transaction than most.

I quickly learn how to get sympathy from men, while arousing them too. Men are stupid. Men are shallow creatures. Vain and self-centred. So long as you flatter, pleasure, or communicate with them through their genitals, you’ve got their souls. At least for a brief while. For long enough. I develop a number of elaborate hard-luck stories I tell to explain myself. Inventing autobiographies of deprivation, bereavement, cruel step-fathers, orphanages and institutions in which I was subject to bullying ordeals. The sexual betrayal and abusive relationships I’ve lived through. Of course, certain elements of what I say might be true. Sometimes I vary it to amuse myself, or to conform more to my confidante’s expectations. Until the real and unreal becomes confused in my mind and the borders of imagining are no longer clear.

I confide my fantasies with a genuinely convincing sob in my voice because, by now, I almost believe it myself. The emotions are real. My listeners — my targets are always volubly sympathetic. They’re moved by the deep wells of sadness in my eyes. And they are always aroused. At that moment they want nothing more than to be my benefactor, they want to save me and compensate for all the things I’ve endured. Even if, through my sensual gratitude, they benefit from being the agent of my salvation. The secrets I divulge advertise my skills and dexterity, and explain my need to be used and sexually dominated. When I get to go down on them, which I inevitably do, they know in advance that they’re going to get a superbly satisfying blowjob, and that I’ll get erotic and psychological satisfaction from giving it. Hence all parties are pleasured.

My stories are a kind of verbal foreplay. I repay my Sugar-Daddies in the only way I’m capable, and I give good value. Since then I’ve been ‘owned’ by a series of generous patrons who look after my material needs, merely on the understanding that I serve their sexual requirements. An understanding I consider myself fortunate enough to enjoy. I give good value, and they show their appreciation. Why work when you can play? Why seek gainful employment when everything about your nature is repelled by the very idea? Why worry about messing up the job-orders and getting bawled out by the line-manager in a disciplinary session? Why go through the meaningless pretence of enduring interviews for minimum-wage positions, faking an enthusiasm for the benefit of some dull grey little non-entity, as though your greatest life-ambition is to flip his burgers or stack his supermarket shelves, when there’s so many better, more pleasurable ways to live your life?

Don’t get me wrong, make no mistake about it, I like to fuck if the circumstances are right, it’s just that I prefer to be fucked. Perhaps that’s a kind of laziness? Not having to take the initiative. Not having to endure the humiliation of rejection or rebuff. This Sakarya Escort way, I don’t have to make the approaches, because it’s me that’s propositioned. I don’t have to seduce, I am seduced. I don’t pursue, I am pursued. I don’t persist, I yield. I don’t buy, I am purchased. I’m not competing, I am the prize. I can do consensual. Sure, when it’s something — or somebody, I really want, I can manipulate. But I can never be the predator in a relationship, I merely make it known that I’m available. That’s enough.

And as a result, I’ve travelled the world, stayed in villas and hotels, sucked the cocks of aristocrats, politicians, business tycoons and a TV-personality whose fans would never believe he enjoys the intimate attentions of joy-boys — but he does, he comes back for seconds, and thirds in the space of the same evening. He’s a degenerate’s degenerate. A Satyr in near-orange fake-tan. And I take every inch of him. Viewers of his TV game-show would never believe the games he puts me through. I’ve done it on yachts, in expensive cars, in private planes and Jacuzzis.

Was I a victim? Some might say I was. I never saw it that way. There was never a situation, not even of the most extreme nature, that I’d not actively contrived myself into, or was at least complicit in. In my saner, more rational moments, I accept there’s no-one else to blame, no-one responsible for the events of my life but myself. I never saw myself as a victim. The opposite in fact, I felt I was special. I was exploiting their need. For something as simple as an occasional blow-job, sometimes as infrequently as twice a day, by which time I’m impatient for some action anyway, it’s no big deal — hell, I’d be doing that regardless, somewhere else with someone different. And yet for so little, I was getting all this life-style.

I’ve loved every minute of it. When sex is a direct commercial transaction there’s none of that seduction awkwardness. None of that second-guessing his intentions, ‘am I taking it too fast or too slow? What will he think of me afterwards? Will he still respect me… blah blah blah’. It’s just, he tells me what to do, and I do it. Simple! Of course, some of my gentlemen have been more demanding than others, but they’ve been more exciting. For as long as I was their flavour of the month, I consider it all part of my duties. Things that, even months before, I’d have found bizarrely intimidating, now seem like voyages into exotic extremes. Part of my sentimental education.

I was doing all the fetish dressing up bit, and the bondage too — ‘bound to please’, when that’s what those of a more disciplinarian persuasion require. Not to sound pretentious, it’s almost what the Buddhists mean by ego-loss, or the old acid-head thing, to place yourself beyond yourself, to transcend your own needs, to put yourself totally at the disposal of another human being. Like a dancer, your body is your instrument, and you force it to whatever extremes are necessary.

For example, I was going through that phase when I was dating Raoul, a dominant chunky bear of a man. I spend time around his place. He is clothed. At his command, I’m soon stark naked. I like pubic hair, but at the time am totally shaved. Some clients like it that way, and I was becoming more attuned to their taste (in all senses of the term!). I wear a studded dog-collar, and tight amulets around my wrists, with links so my wrists can be affixed to my neck-collar. I’d also taken to wearing a tight cock-ring that restricts bloodflow and hence ensures a more enduring erection. It has a catch for fastening a leash to, also for the client’s convenient use, to lead me by. And yes, it’s fair to admit my hard-on was straining at the leash! All dirty-minded teenage boys are hormonally led by their cock anyway. I’d turned that tendency into a life-style, with the lead as a kind of metaphor.

I grovel to him, ‘Please sir, I’m bad. I need the badness fucking out of me.’

So he leads me into his special room by the lead, and I follow, pulled along by my erection. Sure, I’m a little butterfly-in-the-gut wary as he proceeded to strap me into a bizarre device located in this ‘play-room’, in a position making my goose-pimple naked body-parts vulnerably-available to his whim. A tight knot in my stomach, a foreboding of dark and strange thoughts, but what he’s doing hits something deep inside me I didn’t know was there. Something that lives in the dark of my mind.

This is all about his dominance over me. And more importantly, I need for him to get maximum pleasure from this. The aroused state of my cock tells him so, its colour deep-blushing into a rich crimson. It’s not a new device. There are stains on it, human stains. He’s had some other boy strapped into this before me. I’ll be better. Like the anonymous earlier boy, I’m secured into a sloping frame, head conveniently fixed at low overhung groin-height for ease of unrestricted oral penetration, legs securely splayed to their maximum spread-limit, hips uptilted and raised presenting cock, balls, and puckered purged well-lubed arse inescapably wide Adapazarı Escort open for his total use.

Blindfolded too. An object for his absolute use, an arrangement of meat and orifices, relieved of all responsibility for what’s about to happen to me. Able to suck whatever is placed in my mouth, or use my anal muscles to squeeze whatever penetrates my bum, but nothing more. The feeling of being corrupted and led astray is a huge turn on. Any reservations I may have had evaporate quickly. It feels so good to be a slut.

The experience goes on for some time. Hours, probably, it’s difficult to tell. He doesn’t speak throughout, and I’m instructed to remain silent. I hear the rustling of clothes as he undresses. Then he slaps his cock sharply unexpectedly across my face, rubs its smeary-moist tip over my cheeks and nose, then fucks it crudely into my mouth deeply but briefly — he’s big, not the biggest I’ve ever had, but by now I’ve learned some tricks, I can take it like the whore I am. I feel a small amount of discomfort and panic. But it feels good. He’s obliging me that way. I suck it hungrily and messily. Then he withdraws, pivots me around, and takes long slow thrusts into my arse, sliding in deeply all the way, after which he leaves me alone for a short spell. A brinkmanship presumably intended to spin out the experience for as long as he can. Holding back his own orgasm.

Then he repeats it, over and over. At one point he’s totally impaled in me anally, and stays there perfectly still as he concentrates on bringing me off with his hands, none too gently. The double-sensation of full penetration, combined with the general weirdness, and him roughly groping my balls and squeeze-jerking my cock rapidly acts on me to produce an intense juddering climax, until I go off like a gusher. As my hips are positioned higher than my head, he directs the long squirts down over my stomach and chest until they subside. But the convulsions surging through me must be transmitting to his embedded cock, clenching and clutching at it, because I can feel its pulsing response deep inside my gut.

He withdraws it hastily, before the intimate attention sets off his own premature orgasm. Following ejaculation my scrotum is distended. His hand clamps around it, forcing the testicle-eggs to the bottom of their flesh-envelope, making them stand out round and red. He then proceeds to pull downwards to the extreme limit of its elasticity. The sensation is excruciating. Unable to move, I can do nothing other than endure his cruel attentions, gasping over the sound of my wild heartbeat.

Beads of sweat stand out on my forehead. He then forces my straining balls back between my splayed legs, as far as the crease of my arse. He can go no further, but rolls them back and forth across the perspiring skin. It’s only when he tires of the game that he releases it, and my aching scrotum retracts back to hang properly. My relief is short-lived as he switches his lascivious attentions to the shaft of my weeping penis.

I can’t be sure, but again I think I’m hearing whispered voices and suddenly I’m being fucked by what seems to be a different cock. I can’t be sure, there might even have been a third. It’s difficult to tell, these were both more frenzied fucks, and they unload deep inside me. While when Raoul comes, twice, he does it over my face and into my open mouth, dripping and dribbling over me like a leaky tap for long moments after the initial copious cascade has finished. I’m left spattered in cooling sperm I can’t wipe — my own as well as his, and lubricant, but the breathy constrained helplessness has got me all fired up. When he finally unstraps me I almost fall to the floor, jelly-legged but glowing.

Whatever, to me, these are just sex-games to unleash the libido, and make you incredibly horny. I appreciate that the visual aspect of sex is important, as every porn-addict knows. A guy can take you from the rear, and that can be great, but that means you never get to see it, or even properly picture it — like the maybe two other guys with Raoul. I couldn’t see, can’t envisage, can’t even be sure of them. I like to see what he’s going to fuck me with. I guess ‘A cock in the mouth is worth two in the ass.’ Do oral, and you’ve time to see every detail. I’m not always proud of the things I’ve done. I’ve taken it too far. I’ve been taken too far. But in society at large a significant number of women put up with abusive relationships with men rather than to survive alone, or endure exploitative sex purely for monetary gain. Saying that is not to legitimise it, far from it, it’s just to place it within some kind of context. The deal-breaker is the issue of consent. And I do consent. Frequently.

For example, I was living in a large house set in its own grounds out beyond the Periferique, with Georgio, a liberal lawyer who was faultlessly generous but neither sexually demanding or very well hung. He was frustratingly reserved, even when we were first making out he complains I’m making disgusting noises as I suck him, and can’t I do it a little quieter? Serdivan Escort I do try, but these things are natural, you know?

On another occasion I wake with a morning glory, a burning erection lost in that lazy bleary sexual fug of half-dreaming, he is sleeping on his back beside me, I pull the duvet back so I can see it lying limp across his gut, and I’m hungry for it, so almost without conscious thought I curl around, slither down, lick it and watch it stir in response, lick it again, all the way up and nuzzle its crown, flick it with my tongue, smiling as it squirms in reaction, tracing the contours of its rim with my tongue-tip, then slowly begin sucking at the bulb, as it stiffens to his full, if not vastly impressive size in my mouth, luxuriating in my sense of control, taking a little more of it with each downstroke suck. Enjoying the skill and artistry of my technique, I know how to do this, I’m a master of my craft. Feeling warm and indulged, rolling my own hips languorously so my genitals flip and slap up against my gut, sending smooth sensual radiations up from my groin, deliciously all the way up my body.

He’s sleeping. Breathing heavy and more raggedly laboured now. Uttering occasional disturbed mumbled grunts. His stomach undulating. Applying slight pressure to his cock with my teeth, feeling the tightness indent, and watching the teeth-marks heal back, a slow ooze of whiteness bubbling from its piss-slit, I lap it clean, tasting its blurry richness as it merges into my saliva and dissolves away. Dietary protein for me. Then I suck it again, deeper and more intensely. He wakes in response. Most men would be only too delighted to be woken in such a fashion. Not he.

‘What’s going on?’ he blusters, adding that he’s going out and wants to conserve his strength. Begrudgingly he allows it to continue. Then halfway through he orders me to stop, by now I’m so into it, it’s impossible to stop. Hell, I have needs he’s neglecting. I’m entitled to a sex-life. It’s a basic human right, enshrined in a United Nations charter, probably. I need release. I need an outlet for my teenage lust. I have a right to sex, and well, sometimes the slut in me just takes over.

Although he tries to squirm out from beneath me, I refuse to let him, feeling mischievously horny I keep sucking, my lips vice-tight around him, it develops into an absurdist tug-of-love for possession of his cock, with his whole body rigid as though he’s fighting the sensations I’m inducing in him, trying to resist the climax, until he loses control, and with no warning abruptly and messily fills my mouth with come, a lot of it for him, all the while moaning a despairing ‘no-o-o-o.’

‘You greedy little slut, I suppose you think that’s clever?’ he spits bitterly as I finally release it in a tiny explosion of exhaled breath, licking my lips, not spitting but swallowing. Actually no, it’s just whetted my appetite for more. I smile sheepishly.

But he’s genuinely annoyed, I have to apologise for my inconsiderate greed, in pleasuring him with a blow-job! Even so he sulks for a couple of days afterwards. So it comes as no surprise when I allow myself to be seduced by Bruno, his colleague. I’m well-intentioned, I want to be faithful to one man. I honestly do. But I’m weak. I’m easily led. A little flattery. A charismatic guy. And I forget monogamy.

When Georgio was away, as he frequently is on high-powered lawyerly-business, it was a big house to be alone in. How long can you watch day-time TV game-shows and chat-shows, or Sci-Fi DVD’s? How long can you jack-off four-or-five times straight surfing internet porn-sites? Oddly, at one point I happen across a site called ‘La Homme Libre’, and click on it out of curiosity. And yes, there’s grainy images of boys with short white towels around their waists entering massage cubicles where leering guys lasciviously await their attentions. Hell, I even recognise one or two of the masseurs. I’d always suspected there were hidden cameras.

Even more bizarrely, browsing along a scroll of clips, there I am! I click. It loads. I am entering the cubicle. A burly guy watches me. Next thing he’s lying on his back, we’re both naked, I’m crouched over giving him head. A big cock too, my lips slithering up and down its length with such obvious pleasure I feel embarrassed, but also aroused watching it. I can see my own cock nodding, bob-bob-bob as my head goes up and down. Is that really what I look like with a cock in my mouth? Is it so obvious I enjoy doing it? He ejaculates into my mouth, some of it trickles down my chin, I look like the cat whose got the cream. What’s worse is I don’t even remember the guy.

The next day I try to find the site again, but after a fruitless search I give up. There are porn clips of me out there on the internet, and I can’t even find them. I get bored. I need attention. I need to be kept well-fucked. Or my attention strays. Georgio has a bustling well-upholstered middle-aged house-keeper, Madame Bovery. She’s obviously used to finding naked young males in his bed, but equally doesn’t approve of my being there. She fussily tut-tuts pointedly in my presence at the large stains of boy-juice body-fluid on the sheet. I try to be polite and respectful, but her formal coldness tells me all I need to know about her disapproval, and after a while I do my best to avoid her and keep out of her way.

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My senior year in high school was truly a great time for me. I was eighteen years old and the star forward on my basketball team. Ranked the number two player in the whole country, I was on my way to the top college basketball program, on full scholarship and was already promised a starting position in my freshman year! Not only that, my grades were perfect, everybody in town loved me and I had this beautiful (and sexy) girlfriend who was willing to walk to the ends of the Earth for me. Yep, everything was going great that year; all I had to do was ride the wave of celebrity until entering school.

Our season started in late fall and our schedule for that year was pretty easy because my high school was playing mostly mediocre teams. I guess I would have liked to have been in a better league that provided more challenging opponents for my teammates and I. Not to sound too vain but I was pretty damn good and most of the players I went up against couldn’t even hope to have a chance of stopping me. Just to make the games fair, I would slow my game down or concentrate on getting members of my squad the ball so they could shoot and develop their skills. But I never gave myself any slack and would take every opportunity I had to practice; I wanted to get to college and really impress people with my game.

My devotion to the sport meant that I would often spend more time with a basketball than I did my family and friends. I suppose my work ethic was particularly hard on my girlfriend Michelle, who loved me dearly but often took backseat to my game. She was great though; I mean, she really understood how much basketball meant to me and I don’t think she ever felt jealous or short changed. I’d try to make every effort I could to spend time with her which meant going to the movies, eating dinner together and of course, fucking.

I can remember when we first got together both of us were really shy and hardly even made physical contact with one another. She was the first, and only, person I ever had sex with and I’m pretty sure she never had been with anyone either. But as our relationship developed over our high school years, we loosened up and by my senior year I would have to say that we were quite an adventurous peer when it came to intimate matters. Michelle and I went through every position in the book, weren’t afraid to use our mouths and we had begun what one could call ” mutual anal exploration “. I thought that was the best thing of all being – able to stick my finger, tongue, dick, nose…. whatever, into her butt. But our anal escapades, if you will, weren’t contained to her bottom; I loved it when she would give me rim job or would finger me when we were fucking. It was all good just as long as we were both having fun.

I suppose my sort of sexual philosophy in which I would do anything for pleasure extended to other areas too. I had never been with another girl other than Michelle but admittedly, I looked forward to college girls. And, deep down in my mind, I always found the idea of being with a guy something that I would consider. I mean, I was raised in a fairly small town, that was dominated by rather conservative values that didn’t look to kindly on gays.

Growing up, homosexuality was an object of ridicule for me and my friends but I think that was based more on misinformation and fear, rather than religious or moral convictions. There were a couple of openly gay and lesbian students at my school who were constantly teased for being who they were. I never participated in any of it though; I didn’t stick up for them either but I secretly admired them for sticking to who they were in the face of such ignorance. Of course I would never voice this opinion in public and I certainly didn’t want to make it known that I might be bisexual. First of all, that might have alienated me from my teammates, which was something that I didn’t want. Second, when you live in small community, whatever actions you take are not only reflected on you but on your friends and family. I certainly could not put those that I cared for in that position. So, for me, although I looked forward to those college girls, some part of my being also looked forward to those college guys…

Towards the end of our season, I started to have a series of muscle injuries. They weren’t serious, but required me to go in for a number of physical therapy sessions. I was given a specific exercise regiment that was supposes to loosen me up and prevent things like muscle spasms, pulled hamstrings and such. Like I said, these weren’t career threatening problems but could, in the future, be minor annoyances that would cost me time that could be spent practicing or playing a game. Part of my regiment was exercise (running laps, weight training, etc.) and I also had to work with a physical trainer who would rub me down, test my agility and so forth. Everybody watched me closely to see how I was doing, especially my coach.

Now my coach, John Thompson (whom everyone called Coach Tom) Sakarya Escort was a great guy. He looked out for all his players and would spend all of his time attending to our needs, whether is was a walk-on freshman player who needed help with his jump shot or me, who was going on to a college career. I liked him for the fact that he treated me like everyone else, just another player on his team. Coach Tom was a brilliant coach who could probably get a position in college program or even work in professional leagues. But I think he really enjoyed working with high school kids and everybody was happy to have him.

The curious thing though is, nobody really knew much about his private life. Yes, he lived in town, he had played some college ball but beyond that he was a mystery. He was about 45 years old and grew up somewhere along the East Coast. But nobody questioned him though because he was always there at public activities and was usually available anytime anybody needed him. Tom didn’t have a wife or any one else to speak of and we never saw him go out on dates or even mention friends, family or any other intimate acquaintances. But like I said, no one bothered him because he did his job and did it well.

One day I was practicing alone in the gym when I had developed soreness in one of my thighs. I tried to walk it off, then stretch if off, but it didn’t seem to work. It didn’t worry me much, but I decided to find Coach Tom and see if he could offer any advice. I found him in his office studying the playbook and told him of my problem.

He asked me a few questions, told me to jump a bit but couldn’t find an immediate solution to the problem.

“Well, I suggest you rub your leg down with some Ben-Gay or something. And you should probably make an appointment with your trainer… see what he has to say. “

“Alright, ” I told him. ” Um, do you have any cream lying around? I left mine at home. “

He retrieved a tube of hot/cold cream and handed it to me. ” You now, I did some physical therapy work in college. Um, do you want me to rub you down? “

I didn’t see anything wrong with that; being an athlete made me grow accustomed to being around other guys in these situations. I agreed and we went out into the locker room where we had a massage table and got down on my back. I was wearing my basketball shorts so there was no need to get into a towel or anything like that.

Coach stood over me, applied a glob of cream to my leg and gently massaged it into my leg. I felt the warmth of the stuff work it’s way under my skin and the vapors clung to the hairs in my nose. I always thought the cream had a sort of relaxing quality so I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief while Tom continued to work his hands around my thigh.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Hmm, good coach.”

His voice was set at almost whisper. “You know, I think you’re really going to do good in college. I’ve seen a lot of kids with half your talent make it in school and even the NBA.”

“Ha, NBA? No man, I can’t even think that far. ” I replied.

He slapped my thigh, signaling that I turn over. I got on my stomach and he resumed the massage.

He spoke again. ” No, I think you have the talent. I mean it’s good that you have the focus to not set your goals too high but I really think you’re the real deal.”

“Thanks coach. I hope so. “

His hands work their way up the back of leg and to the base of my ass. He dug in a little deeper and had located the source of my muscle pain. I let out a moan. Again, the placement of his hands wasn’t unusual; I got full body rub downs from trainer all the time.

We heard a noise from the hallway and Coach jumped. I thought this was a little odd.

“Everything alright Coach? ” I asked.

“Yea, the sound just caught me off guard. ” And he returned his hands to my leg.

Again, a little strange. ” Caught him off guard “, why?

Tom worked his hands up to the bases of my ass again. His fingers were gripping my thigh and they weren’t to far from my dick. Okay, this was getting a little uncomfortable so I shifted a bit. But he went back to the same position and more than that, his one hand was even closer to my penis than before. I started to sweat; I didn’t know what to do. I mean, it could have been an innocent gesture on his part and if I did or said anything, it might make him uncomfortable and send the wrong message. If on the other hand he was trying anything… I didn’t even know what I’d do then.

His one hand remained close to my dick, so close he must have felt my pubic hair. He then worked his other hand up and on to my ass. I just froze as he rubbed himself on my rear and then he fingers got a close to my crack… I jumped.

“What’s going on? Is everything all right? Did I hurt you? “. There was an air of nervousness in his voice.

I stood up and faced him. His eyes were wide open and his face was flush. I could see Adapazarı Escort that his hands were trembling slightly. I don’t know but this just scared me.

“Um, Coach, I’m feeling better. I… I’ve got to go… study… at home. Thanks though. Bye. “

“Alright, ” he said, seemingly gaining his composure. ” I’ll see you at practice tomorrow morning. Bye. “

I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. I grabbed my stuff but didn’t bother changing. It was only until I was in my car that I had to time to breath and think about the situation.

I thought to myself: ” What happened in there? What was he doing? I mean, it’s Coach; he would never do something like… like that to me. “

Driving home, my thoughts were still as erratic. Then I starting thinking about how little I knew about the man. If he had a wife or girlfriend things would have been different; then I could say: ” The man is straight, he was just doing his job. He likes girls. “.

But then I started thinking: ” But I don’t know anything about him. He doesn’t have a girlfriend or a wife or whatever and for all I know he could be gay. But I have a girlfriend and I would consider being with a guy so maybe what coach and I did was to him a prelude to something else. ” The thought that I may have had the opportunity to be a with a guy frightened me. I just wasn’t ready.

I got home and flew up to my room without saying a word to my parents. Falling back on the bed, I stared at the ceiling searching for calm thoughts in my head. That’s when an image of Tom appeared in my mind: I pictured him standing over me, rubbing my leg with his hands. Then I felt him work up to my ass, kneading it with his fingers. Lying there on my bed, an erection began to form in my pants. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed it, working my dick until it was fully hard. Thinking about Coach some more, I pulled my shorts off and released my cock. Again I pictured him, but this time he was naked; I imagined his dick was big and his balls were huge. And then I could just see myself gripping his shaft, pulling it with my hands.

I got up from my bed and stood over the trashcan, pumping my cock. There was a certain kind of excitement within me that stemmed from the fact that I was fantasizing about a guy that I knew, a guy that I could conceivably have sex with. The feeling was a mixture of fear and curiosity that… it made me shake. It was just too much and I shot a load out of my dick.

I took it easy that night and stayed in. Weighing heavy in mind was the thought of how I was going to face my coach while dealing with the reality of the situation: which that I had a crush on Tom.

The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed. All of yesterday’s events seemed like a distant memory that I didn’t have to worry about any more. I ate my breakfast and headed for early morning practice, resolving to face Coach Tom and act like nothing happened.

I arrived at practice a bit early; only a few of my teammates were there so far. The Coach wasn’t on the court yet and I figured he was still in his office. I headed back to the locker room and to tell the truth, lost some of the confidence I had built up earlier. Standing in front of my locker, I started to change. When it got time to remove my underwear and slip into my basketball uniform I nervously looked around, checking to see if Tom was near. I quickly put on my clothes and headed out to the gym; there were a few of my teammates changing as well and we greeted each other. As I was about to exit the locker room I heard my name called out and I froze, recognizing the voice as belonging to Tom.

I turned around and he hurried over to me. In a hushed voice he said. ” Look, about yesterday. I realized why you left and I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to…. “

I interrupted. ” Coach, it’s no problem. We just had a misunderstanding that’s all. “

“Well, I just want you to know that I didn’t, ” And with this part he lowered his voice so I could barely hear him. ” mean to touch you like that. I just thought that’s where you hurt. “

“Okay, ” I said, trying to hurry the conversation up. ” if you want to talk later about this, let’s meet after school .”

Tom looked at me in funny way. ” Oh…. Okkkay. After school then. “

What the hell had I just done? I just suggested to meet a guy who had tried to get into my pants, alone. What kind of message was I sending?

The whole day I was tense; I couldn’t concentrate on my classes and I ignored all my friends. Finally, like a death toll, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Walking like I was in my own universe, with kids moving swiftly all around me, I slowly made my way to the gym.

Our school clears out pretty quickly except for the teachers who usually remain in their offices and then make their exits to go home. The locker room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Like I was in a trance, I moved toward the coach’s Serdivan Escort office. I knocked on the door and Tom opened it.

“Uh, hi. ” He said. ” Ah, do you want to come in or we could talk outside? “

“Your office is fine. ” I replied.

We went into his office and I say down. I think by habit, Coach closed the door. He sat down and we faced each other silently. I let my backpack drop to the floor and slumped down in my chair and spread my legs. Tom looked down at my crouch and shifted in his chair, trying to look away. Embarrassed, I straightened up and folded my hands in my lap, covering up my crotch. The fantasies I had about him the previous night came back and I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

Tom cleared his throat and spoke. ” Look, um. I think what happened last night was a mistake. I, ah, don’t know what happened to me. If I thought you were going to um, be offended I would have never have done it. I’m really sorry. I just thought that maybe I… “

I was a bit confused. This morning he told me he touched me because he thought I was hurting now. Now, his story seemed to change as if he knew what he was doing and his intentions went way beyond just trying to help me out.

“Look coach. I, uh, understand and don’t want this to affect our relationship in any way. I know you weren’t trying to, uh, do anything to me… so it’s all right. “

He looked up from his desk and gave me a weak smile. I felt sorry for him: I mean, he was probably scared shitless about losing his job or worse. I reached over and patted him on the knee. Again he smiled and placed his hand on top of mine and left it there. We both just sort of stared at one another as we held hands. Tom began to caress my hand softly and I, in turn, began to rub his knee. The situation went from awkward to downright scary and I started to shake.

At first coach smiled at me and then, very slowly he leaned forward. I didn’t make any attempt to move away… I don’t know if I was just too scared or I wanted something to happen. His face got close and he kissed me on the lips. I could feel his stubble against my chin and his hot breath on my face. I opened my mouth a little and started to suck on his bottom lip. Tom stuck his tongue out and ran it across my teeth. With my free hand I reached around and pulled his head closer to mine. This situation was definitely getting hot: we made out more furiously and my cock began to rise in my pants.

The hand that still gripped his leg worked itself up into this inner thigh. I got near his crotch but didn’t touch it but that didn’t matter, Tom started thrusting his hips and I knew he must have a hard-on. We released and looked at each other while catching our breaths. I was so scared but at the same time so excited; I began to rub my dick through my pants.

Tom spoke while eyeing my crotch. ” This isn’t right; we can’t do this. “

“I’m 18 Coach. I can consent. I think I want this. ” I replied.

“But don’t you understand? I could loose my job. “

I made the commitment. ” I won’t say anything coach, I swear. ”

I wouldn’t either. Whatever scandal it would cause would be just as bad for him as it was for me. I just wanted to be with him.

Tom bit his lip and looked at me with narrow eyes. Then he got on the floor and knelt before more. He pushed my arms away so that they were dangling over the sides of the chair. He looked up at me once and then looked down again at my crotch. First he undid my belt, then the clasp to my pants. And then with one long tug he unzipped my fly. I arched up and he pulled my pants and jockeys down to the floor. My cock was fully erect and laid against my stomach only about 2 feet from coach’s face. He put his head down and started to kiss my thighs. He then used his tongue to trace a line to my stomach. I could feel his breath on my dick and pre cum seeped out of me. Then he kissed me again… down the shaft of my dick and stopping at my nuts. As he sucked on my testicles, I bucked my hips and let out a moan.

He looked up at me with a smile. ” You have such a beautiful dick. “

I replied by caressing the back of his head. He took my cock in his hand and placed his mouth over it’s head. Gently sucking me, he twirled his tongue around sending shivers through my body. Finally, he engulfed the shaft down to its base. Cocking my head back, I felt as Tom slowly began to move his head up and down. My girlfriend was never this good at giving head! His sucking increased and I felt an orgasm building.

My voice cracked as I could no longer hold it in. ” I’m going to cum! “

Tom just kept sucking and finally I exploded in his mouth. The feeling was electric and I started to moan loudly. He reached up with one hand and covered my mouth, wisely muffling the sounds I was making. He continued to blow me until I was drained and my dick started to go limp. He got up and sat down on his chair.

“That was great coach. ” I told him while trying to regain composure.

“Thanks ” He told me. ” But you have to pull you pants up before someone comes. “

I obliged and while I was doing my belt, I looked at him and noticed he had a bulge in his crotch.

“Um coach, is there anything I could, um, do for you? ” I asked.

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Horns and sirens echoed outside, the city full of life, drama, problems. Hating the fact that so many people out there were alive and laughing, enjoying the Friday night while Chay wasn’t.

Oh hell… I thought I was done with tears… Weary, swollen eyelids protested as his dark, tormented eyes filled with tears again. The salty crystalline droplets soaked into the pillow – one of the few things he had saved after Kichay’s death was the pillow the little human used. The sweet scent had left the fabric long ago. Summer had left him, for eternity, banished just as Kichay was.

Curled up on his side, facing away from the door, Sajery buried his face in the soft blue satin, breathing deep as he sucked in air for the start of more weeping. Wailing. I’m so scared…What if he denies me? What if he can’t even face me? So many thoughts swirled in his head, all of them throwing themselves at his heart, injecting it with poison – he couldn’t let anything get in the way of his plan. Nothing, not even his own self doubts. It would work, it had to work, it had to…

He sat up suddenly, quick as lightning as his face became a glare so terrible, Haziel trembled under it.

Surely tearing apart the room and screaming utter madness would’ve terrified anyone of the thought to dare enter without permission…

“What do you want?” He was horribly defenseless, it was cruel to jump so much vulnerability.

Cringing badly, the hostile bite of the demon’s words pierced deep. Behind thick blond bangs, Haziel set his chin and raised to his full height, “I-I wanted to see if you wanted some company..” Oh fuck… Cursing at his wavering voice, the angel didn’t even acknowledge the fact that he swore, internally or not. The tray he held in his hands shook ever so slightly; Haziel eyed the demon and his set face of determination softened.

His eyes faded into a memory, without meaning to. So often, so frequently it happened. Forgetting what just occured, Sajery slipped into the bittersweet times. I said that to him… First time we met… The rink, the skating rink. They turned it into a fucking punk skate park now… Everything felt numb, the sirens he hated had faded away – a faint humming sound replaced all other noise. Kichay’s voice he used to hear, was so quiet, two shades under a whisper. It mocked him, sometimes that sweet voice that called out his name, told him of love, laughed at him. Kichay was laughing at him.

“Am I going mad?”

Setting down the tray, Haziel felt tears come to his eyes; the utter desperation and despair in that question. A shaking hand rested upon the demon’s shoulder, the crimson skin contrasted greatly to the pale porclein. No hand flew out to strike him, as it did sometimes. The pain Sajery radiated was so much, far too much. It made him feel dizzy almost. Such an unusual sensation… “I don’t know…I don’t know, my sweet.” The affectionate term was like candy on his lips, pleasing and left a craving for more. Never had he felt this way, the need to give so much love, so much that it rivaled those in the skies. The banished angel slowly crawled onto the bed, and lay behind Sajery, curling his lithe body into the curve of the demon’s. So cautious, so careful. Sakarya Escort

Not once did Sajery strike him this time.

The fog lifted, and clumsily from exhaustion, the demon turned to face the angel, not realizing he accidently hit the angel’s pale, soft cheek hard. Tear-filled brown eyes took in the vision that was torn from the skies, and remained with him, saw those bright blue eyes falter closed as he kissed the angel’s neck. Stirrings of emotion crackled in his heart; the immediate fear struck him, but without caring, he passed his lips across the sweet skin. “I don’t deserve you…I don’t deserve your gifts.” Breathless, he lay on his side as his arms gathered the angel and crushed the slight frame against him. The younger’s body was shuddering delicately, like a flower caught in the gust of a strong wind, “S-Sajery…” The whisper told him to continue, to let him unleash the aching of loneliness and heartbreak. To bury himself to hide away from the sorrow of unspeakable depths.

Raising up more, the demon gently laid some of his weight on the angel’s chest as he tucked his arm under the angel’s neck, the other roaming across shoulders, tugging the loose robe open, exposing what lay underneath. Shivers of lust rattled up his spine as his lips shyly met the other’s. Oh gods… A spark grew in his heart, it scared him but his love for the angel rose up into the skies from where he fell. Sliding his tongue across Haziel’s, Sajery took his hand away from caressing a collarbone to tenderly cupping the angel’s cheek.

“Haziel…Haziel,” He couldn’t say it. Not now, not ruin everything. So close, so close to professing his love. And I can’t…

But he could see it, with glazed blue eyes, Haziel merely whimpered in return. A whimper instead of declaration that would burn their souls forever. Raising his hands to rake through the demon’s dark locks, the angel pushed away the bangs from that dark crimson face and mouthed the words before taken in a savage kiss of passion and lust. Equally hungry, the little angel dragged the demon closer, scooting upwards so now he sat up, his back pressed against the cracked headboard of their bed. Together they both fumbled at disrobing each other, first the shirts, the robe tops. Oh gods, it feels so good… Hands flitted everywhere, along his torso, to his shoulder’s, and finally to his wrists, pinning them to the headboard as well. To be pinned like this, it hurt a little, that jagged shard of pain wormed deeper into his heart.

But its his way of keeping us apart…

He loves me, I know he does. He’s scared, he doesn’t want to feel.. Losing his mind over a dead human for nearly a decade…When he hits me, when he hurts me…He doesn’t mean it.. Oh Gods, what a twisted world humans live in, what I’ve fallen into….

Dragging a tongue along the neck, down into the hollow at his lover’s throat, Sajery went lower. The younger whimpered, murmuring his name, his pleading for more. Lips found a pert nub, and with a smile, he flicked his tongue, teasing. “You taste like the sunshine you once bathed in above the clouds…” Sunshine and the promise of hope, in a youthful body of an angel. The younger’s hands twitched, Adapazarı Escort Sajery released them, savoring the feel of them pressing them closer. Closer, to dull the ache they both felt. “Oh fuck,” The surprisingly daring creature suddenly straddled his body; groaning, Sajery rocked upwards, hands resting upon those jutting hips. It was so touching, so endearing, to stare up into that face, to see it betray emotion and the sensations, all so new. Just like how Kichay was… They way Haziel parted his mouth with each breath, lips trembling as they created friction. That bright pink dusting of color across the high cheekbones, sweat beginning to form.

“You’re so beautiful, the heavens must weep…” “The things you say,”

He grinned, and that too, disappeared, replaced with a shaking breath. So much pleasure, running through his nerves. Letting his body ride Sajery’s rocking, he tugged the demon to sit upright, and the arms he loved so much wrapped around him. One sliding into the curve of his waist, brushing against the small of his back, the other sifting through his hair. Arching his back, the angel tipped his head back, loving the kisses, the small bites the demon made to his neck. So much power in those arms.

Their limbs tangled, driving the passion to new heights. That clouding only lust can bring erased all their worries, that place where lovers went. Nothing but love remained.

“Ah, S-saje,” Frowning minutely, the demon’ closed his eyes, and tucked the younger’s head into his shoulder; arms wrapped around his back, fingers curling. Oh gods he’s so warm… The head of his shaft was engulfed in fire, so inviting, so ready. “It’ll pass, I won’t hurt you, darling…” Kissing shoulders, mumuring sweet nothings, everything but that cursed word, the demon waited. Haziel’s thighs began to shake, support himself up as he tried to lower himself down.

The arms around him drew apart, and the fingers that ran through his sweaty, knotted locks now held his hips. Easing his muscles, Haziel looked into the eyes of the demon and his heart nearly hammered its way out of his heart. Nothing his heart could ever feel would rival the twisted, unlikely emotions as he felt now. “It feels, different this way…A-Almost like I can’t do it.” Shudders cascaded throug his body, he could feel himself clenching as Sajery slowly lowered him onto him. Eyes rolling back, Haziel almost fainted, the onslaught of so much information to overload on… His angel’s body had never felt nor dreamed of such pleasure. Another minute slipped by, and happily so, he rested his cheek on his lover’s chest and waited.

Gritting his teeth, Sajery slowly withdrew himself, and pushed back in with the same caution. Gasping, he fought for control before repeating, breathing fast. The angel’s supple body betrayed more tremors, only the whimper he had learned to catagorize as “ohpleasemoreohplease”, encouraged him to continue. Licking his drying lips, he embraced his precious angel as he rocked upwards at the agonizing slow pace. Haziel whined at his shallow thrusts, raising his hips, bouncing gently upon his lap. Fuck…Strike me down…I think my heart is on fire…

Something deep within him was Serdivan Escort grazed, a quick jab that had him forget to breath. Swearing outloud, Haziel wrapped his legs around the demon’s waist, sealing their union. “Gods, Sajery, I-” Again, he almost said it. It was a battle – when he forgot the forbidden words, the demon was quick to save him from slipping and vice-versa. Were actions truly better than words? Their lips locked in a searing kiss, their bodies entwining, carrying each other to the skies, reaching for a star to grab onto and whisk them away from the twisted land. To feel his body jerking at the thrusts, to have his bangs dance before his lust-filled blue eyes, it was so overwhelming. Everything an angel wouldn’t dream of, love, of finding pleasure through the body. It was so human and pathetic.

Well worth it.

Tingling in his lower abdomen grew over the minutes of passion. Both him and the angel were groaning, moaning, whimpering, so open and both on fire. His hands grabbed at the angel’s buttocks, cupping them before digging his fingers in; the startled gasp was so sweet to hear. He was close, his angel was close, crying out at his harder thrusting. This was the same way him and Kichay had first made love. His tears had faded, replaced with emotion. “You first, Haziel, god, make me follow you,” Finding his lover’s length, he began to stroke it in time to his thrusts – the double pleasure had his angel gasping, clinging onto him, riding his length harder and with more desperation. That shrill cry ended shortly, gasping replacing his voice as he burst into oblivion. The tightening and spasming was more than he could take, and Sajery as well, spilling over the edge with a groan. Slick with sweat, he held Haziel tight to him, hands moving from his back to his hair, sweeping along as they trembled together, overtaken.

“It’s okay, its alright…I’m here,” Whispered words in his hear reassured him his heart did not explode. Oh my holy land…Its so intense, like that first time… The first time they moved together in such lust, the angel could have sworn his chest had burst from the strength of finding bliss. The dizziness attacked him, with a mere touch of his hand, Sajery slowly withdrew, and tucked the angel into his arms. Lying on his side, Haziel felt the thudded under his ear, listened to it.

They remained as such for a long time, wordless, merely enjoying being so close to another.

*

“You wrecked the room again…” The demon paused his mindless stroking of the angel’s hair, hearing the question and nodded internally. Indeed, he trashed the room again, angered that he couldn’t find the perfect furniture. Would Kichay care? What had played in his mind for the last couple months since the little angel appeared in his life was percisely that. What if everything I’ve done…What if everything I have done isn’t out of love… What it was was from his pure selfishness. The stupid questions, the stupid worrying – staring at the ceiling, his head propped on the angel’s crown, his eyes lost their guard. He knew this was wrong. Everything. The killing, the souls collected. If he couldn’t bear what he did, how could he expect Kichay to?

Unknowningly, this part of his rational mind was fading away, losing to the strength of his guilt and blind reassuring to himself that it was alright. He loved Kichay, he wanted him back so much. Everything he did was for Kichay, and Haziel knew his heart was reserved.

What a twisted world this was.

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I saw his stomach muscles tighten and I knew he was ready to shoot his load. I moved closer to him, hoping some of his semen would land on me. I couldn’t hold off any longer and he stepped back as I ejaculated, my cum firing out in thick white ropes, landing on the ground between us. I’d never shot as much before, never had a more satisfying sexual experience.

Clint looked into my eyes, amused as he moaned. Then he turned his back to me and I watched his ass clench as he ejaculated. I didn’t see him cum at all. After he finished he turned back to me and grinned. I wanted to hit him for depriving me of seeing him shoot his load after he’d watched me cum.

My hero was a total bastard.

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I first met my cousin Clint when I was nine and he was sixteen. To him I was just his kid cousin that he played games with and entertained while I visited our grandfather. To me he became a hero and I wanted to grow up to be just like him. I wouldn’t see him again for ten years when I was nineteen and he was twenty six. I was stunned when I saw him again and he became more than a hero to me.

When I was eighteen my paternal grandfather died and left his corn farm to me and to my cousin, Clint, seven years older. We were his only grandchildren, his only living family. Clint’s parents had adopted him as an infant and my father never accepted him as a nephew, hating anything that was part of his older brother.

Then Clint’s parents were killed in a car crash when he was three and Granddad raised him on the Nebraska farm. I was born when he was seven and I didn’t even meet him until I was nine when Dad was sent to jail for twelve weeks. I stayed with Granddad while Dad was in jail, managing to fail the eighth grade as a result of it.

It was my first experience on the farm and I loved every minute of it. Granddad knew it and would have liked it for me to stay with him but when Dad got out of jail I had to go back to California. At least I got to meet Clint. He was sixteen, in high school, and everything I wanted to be; handsome, happy, filled with fun and a joy of living. And he was girl crazy.

Dad’s problems stemmed from him being an alcoholic and a pothead, the exact opposite of his high achieving older brother. He always told me Clint wasn’t really my cousin and that I was to stay away from him. I didn’t really have much choice, I only saw him during that one three month visit to the farm.

Dad died of a drug overdose when I was eighteen and Granddad attended the funeral. Clint, then twenty-five, stayed home. My own mother had died of a drug overdose when I was six and when Dad died he was on his fifth wife, Stella, my fourth stepmother.

Dad had no money to leave us and Granddad made a deal to pay support to Stella to let me finish the last three months of my senior year. He also gave me a copy of his will, telling me he had cancer, and that he was leaving me half the farm. I wanted to quit and stay with him but he wouldn’t let me. He promised he’d be at waiting at the farm for me when I graduated.

The day I graduated I called Granddad to tell him. Clint told me he’d died the night before. The next day I boxed up my few possessions and had them shipped to Nebraska. Then I put a few clothes and toiletries in a sports carry all bag and flew to Omaha. I left behind a stepmother who was only too glad to see me go. All she was going to miss was the monthly check Granddad had sent her until I graduated.

I exited the plane with my heart in my throat, nervous about meeting Clint for the first time in ten years. He was twenty-six to my nineteen. Clint was supposed to meet me at the airport, instead a buxom blonde had a sign with my name on it.

“My name’s Cherie Adams, Levi. Clint sent me to pick you up because he couldn’t make it. I’m so sorry about your grandfather, he was a great man.”

I had no idea why Clint couldn’t meet me, he could have had a good reason but I was angry. Cherie was one of those people who are cheery and full of conversation. And fake as hell. She never shut up all way to the farm in the middle of nowhere. Clint, Clint, Clint. She sang his praises for over a hundred miles and it was clear to me that he fucked her regularly.

She pulled in the long driveway, drove up to the farmhouse, and handed me a key.

“Clint said to just let yourself in and make yourself at home,” she smiled. “He put all of your boxes in one of the bedrooms but he said if you don’t like it you can move them all to another room. There’re four more vacant bedrooms but he asked that you not move into your grandfather’s room. I think you’ll like the room you’re in, I helped him pick it out for you.”

I resented her telling me about my grandfather’s house as if she was a part of it. I’d put up with four wicked stepmothers, two of them just like Cherie, and I couldn’t bear the thought that she was, or might become, a member of the Sakarya Escort household. I was totally pissed that Clint hadn’t met me at the airport and further insulted me by not even being at home when I arrived.

I quickly discovered that my things had been put in one of the three large bedrooms with its own bathroom. Of the other two rooms, one was Granddad’s and the other was Clint’s. The other bedrooms were guest rooms with a single bathroom that served them.

I began to unpack my things, putting them away in closets and drawers, pictures on the tops of the dresser and chest of drawers. I put my lockbox under the bed. The lockbox was one of the reasons I’d wanted to ship everything. It contained my dildo and couple of butt plugs along with my collection of gay porn, not the sort of things you’d want to show going through airport security.

I explored the house and was sitting in the kitchen having some lemonade when I heard a tractor in the drive. I went outside as Clint pulled up the house. I watched as he climbed down from the tractor with easy grace, the well-defined muscles of his thighs stretching in his tight jeans. His ass was a work of art and I felt my cock getting erect.

In the ten years since I’d seen Clint, he’d turned into a total stud. He was rugged, masculine, tough, a real man’s man, no pun intended. He was broad shouldered and muscular, the muscles of his upper body rippling under the clinging fabric of his tee shirt. His hair was sun bleached blond and his arms had a light covering of soft hair that shone golden under the sun. I could see a tuft of chest hair escaping from the top of his tee shirt.

Clint removed his cowboy hat and gloves, putting them on the seat of the tractor, and walked toward me. My muscles tensed, not sure how to act at our first meeting in a decade. He removed his sunglasses and I looked into the stunning dark blue eyes that I remembered. He held his hand out to me.

Clint’s grip was firm and strong, the hands of a working man. I was glad that I exercised regularly, lifting weights, so that I returned his handshake with equal firmness. His hand was warm and I looked at the prominent veins that ran up his arms from hard work.

I blushed, dazed by his overwhelming masculinity and confidence.

“It’s good to see you, Levi,” he grinned. “You’ve really grown up into a man. How long’s it been, eight, ten years? And you’re what, seventeen, eighteen?”

“Ten, and I turned nineteen last month. It’s good to see you again, Clint. Sorry it has to be under these circumstances.”

“Yeah, it’s a real shame. You’ve just got here and Granddad’s funeral is tomorrow. Have you got all your stuff unpacked yet?”

I nodded.

“The room’s really nice. I stayed in it when I was here before.”

“I remember. It’s one of the biggest bedrooms in the house and it has its own bathroom. I figured an owner shouldn’t stay in a guest room,” he drawled.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Of course I realize you’re a big city boy and you probably don’t plan to stay on a country farm but it should hold you over for a while.”

“I intend to stay, Clint,” I said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere and I don’t like the big city. This is the only real home I’ve ever known even though I was only here for six weeks when I was nine.”

“Really? And here I thought I’d only see you every once in a while when you came to check on your share of the profits.”

I reddened. He was being a total bastard.

“No, I’m here to stay. I’ve got a lot to learn but I’m here to stay.”

“What? No college plans?”

“None in the foreseeable future. Maybe in a few years, I don’t know.”

“Well, there’s plenty of work to be done here and you can bet I’ll show you how to pull your weight. Starting after the funeral,” he grinned sexily.

I guess I must have looked surprised because he laughed.

“The animals may have loved Granddad but they’ll still be hungry and need to be fed.”

“I was surprised that your girlfriend Cherie met me at the airport,” I said tentatively.

“Yeah. Sorry about that but farm work waits for no man and she’d already offered so I took her up on it. Did everything go okay?”

I nodded.

“She seems to think you’re god on earth.”

He snickered and preened like a peacock.

“She’s got a fine pussy and I tap it every now and then. She’d like to catch me but I like a little variety. What’d you think of her tits?”

“She’s got a nice rack,” I swallowed.

We’d only been together for a few minutes and already Clint was talking about sex, bragging about his sexual conquests. I wasn’t sure how to take him, couldn’t decide if he was serious or teasing me.

“Well, if you like ’em I’m sure Cherie would be up for a threesome,” he smirked. “We’ve done it before. Of course it’s always been me with two girls but I’m sure she’d be up for two men fucking her.”

I didn’t make any comment. I really wasn’t interested in fucking Cherie but if it was the only way Adapazarı Escort to see Clint naked then I’d go along with it.

“Did you leave a girlfriend behind, someone you fucked regular? I’ll bet the women crawled all over you, Levi.”

“No, I’m not leaving anything behind that I can’t do without. Trust me.”

“You must spend a lot of time in the gym because you’ve really filled out since I saw you the last time. I’ve got some weights in the barn if you’re interested.”

“I’m glad you noticed my efforts,” I laughed. “Maybe you and I can work out together.

He laughed.

“We’ll see how you feel about the weights after a few days of hard work here.”

“Well, whatever you do it seems to work for you. You’re in good shape and if Cherie’s any example of your effect on the local women then you should be happy.”

“It gets lonely out here on the farm and it’s nice to get a piece of ass occasionally.”

He was eyeing me up and down, appraising me.

“I hope your cooking’s good. I’m a pretty good cook but I get tired of eating my own cooking.”

“I’ve never had anyone complain. In fact, it’s the only thing my Dad and my stepmothers never complained about.”

“How are you at keeping house? It’s a real chore to do, that and work the farm, but Granddad was always a stickler for a spotlessly clean house.”

“I’ve got plenty of experience.”

“We can start you off on that. The house needs a good spring cleaning. It’s overdue.”

Warning bells went off in my mind but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t plan to be relegated to the role of a farm wife.

“I don’t mind cleaning the house but I’m capable of a lot more than that. I hope you realize that.”

“I don’t realize a damn thing, Levi. I’m just trying to take things one day at a time, just trying to find out if you’ve got what it takes to be here so I can train you or if you’re going to cut and run when you see how really hard this work is.”

“I’m not going to cut and run, Clint,” I said coldly. “I’ve put up with more shit than you can dish out and I’m tougher than you can even imagine.”

He put his hands up defensively and grinned.

“It sounds like you’ve had a rough life, Levi. I hope you’re not disappointed by moving to the farm because life here’s not a cakewalk either.”

His blue eyes were noncommittal but his body language was suspicious.

“I don’t think I’ll be disappointed, Clint. After the life I’ve had this place looks like paradise.”

He shook his head.

“Four stepmothers. I’m glad I never had to put up with that kind of shit. Grandma died when I was nine, you were about two at the time, and then it was just Granddad and me. He was great to live with and I loved him.”

“You’re lucky you had him. I’ve lived in eight states, California twice. What with Dad being an alcoholic and a pothead and having four stepmothers after Mom died we just never seemed to be anywhere for more than a year or so. The last stepmother, Stella, wasn’t so bad but she was ready for me to clear out when I did. The only reason she tolerated me was because Granddad sent that monthly support check to her until I graduated.”

“I didn’t realize it was so bad. Well, I’m going to put the tractor away and call it a day. We can fix supper together and get to bed early. Morning comes early on a farm, if you remember.”

I waited on the porch for him to put the tractor away. When we walked into the house I was astonished when Clint took off his boots and stripped naked in the mudroom. It doubled as the laundry room and there was a washer and dryer. He threw his clothes into a hamper. He saw me staring in surprise and laughed.

“It’s just us, Levi, and you need to get used to seeing me naked. We’re both men and I take my sweaty clothes off in the mudroom every day. I expect you to do it too. After you work your ass off keeping this house clean you’ll appreciate the wisdom of leaving dirty boots and clothes in the mudroom. If you’re too shy you can get yourself a robe,” he grinned.

My face was red but I saw the sense in what he was saying. His clothes were filthy, dusty and grimy, and his boots had dried mud on them.

“And I like to sit around the house and watch TV at night in my underwear, sometimes naked. You got a problem with that?”

It was as if he was taunting me and wanted me to know it.

“You didn’t do this when I was here before,” I swallowed.

Clint snorted.

“Grow up, Levi. We’re just a couple of men here. You’d never have lasted in a college dormitory. What ARE you, a prude? Or gay?”

He was carrying on this conversation with me totally naked, as if it was nothing. And I suppose it would have been nothing if I hadn’t been gay and already wanting him. Damn, this wasn’t going to be easy. His body was all I desired in a man, tall, flawless, with hair in all the right places. And his cock was at least eight inches long and thick as a beer can.

He caught me staring at his cock and I saw it plump up a bit.

“Like Serdivan Escort what you see?” he grinned.

I didn’t say anything and he laughed. He walked away and I stared at the most perfect ass that walked this earth. It was attached to long legs covered in short soft blond hair, legs that seemed to go on forever. He stopped at the doorway and turned. I knew he caught me staring at his ass.

“If it’s not too much to ask of you after that hard flight, do you think you could rustle us up something for supper?” he asked sarcastically. “If not, I’ll do it when I get out of the shower.”

“Yeah, I’ll be glad to do it,” I said coolly. “I’m going to take a quick shower myself and I’ll do it as soon as I’m done.”

“You do that, sport.”

I fought my usual hostile reaction to adults telling me what to do in that tone of voice. Clint was arrogant, he’d assumed a superior attitude toward me, and he talked down to me like I was a child to be tolerated.

I went into my bathroom and took a shower. I jacked off thinking of Clint and then turned the water to cold. When I was like a prune and my dick had shrunk down to four inches I finally got out.

I put on a pair of drawstring board shorts with a tee shirt and leather thongs. It was my house too and I might as well get comfortable in it, dress as I pleased. And Clint might as well get comfortable with me. I walked out to the kitchen and checked out the fridge and pantry for what to make for supper. I decided to make a taco salad and I put the ground meat on to cook.

Clint came into the kitchen barefoot and wearing only a pair of white briefs. They barely held his cock in and his pubic bush spilled out of the waistband.

“What’re you fixing?”

“Taco salad. You’ve got all of the fixings so I figured you must like it.”

“I got the ingredients because Cherie wanted to fix it. She cooks for me occasionally.”

“Is she over here a lot?”

“Why? Does it bother you?” he chuckled.

“I’m not sure. I feel like I’ve stepped into your harem and you’re used to fucking a different woman every night. I don’t want to feel like I’m in the way but it’s my house too and I’m not going to hide in my bedroom for you to romp through the house with naked women.”

I spoke firmly, he was going to find out that I was no fucking pushover. I wanted to establish some ground rules quickly, hoping that we weren’t going to start off fighting. Clint had no idea of the battlegrounds I’d been on in my young life and I wasn’t going to let him walk all over me. I just hoped I could establish a decent relationship with him as our egos clashed.

“I’ll be sure that we only fuck in my room,” he snickered. “No more fucking in every room of the house unless you’re joining in. Particularly not on the kitchen table.”

He was amused again and he looked at my crotch. I was getting an erection and I blushed, furious with myself that it was so easy for him to embarrass me.

Clint adjusted his penis and grinned at me.

“If you’ve got this all under control do you mind if I go watch a little television? After all, I’ve worked my ass off all day.”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“I usually eat off a tray in front of the TV. Is that okay with you?”

He walked away, his magnificent ass bouncing in his tight jockeys. As he got to the kitchen door he looked back at me and caught me watching his ass. He shook his finger at me playfully and laughed.

He knew. Clint knew I was gay and he was enjoying himself teasing me. Well, I was no fool and I wasn’t going to play games with him. I’d never make the first move and I could pick up a girl just like him; and fuck her too. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time and I could keep him guessing about my sexual preferences.

But I’d masturbate thinking of him.

I finished getting the salad ready and took our trays into the living room.

“What’d you want to drink, Clint?”

“I’ll take a beer.”

“I’ll get it.”

I went back to the kitchen and got him a beer and me a glass of lemonade.

“What no beer for you? Are we out?”

“Nah, there’s plenty, I just hate the taste of beer.”

“So what do you do for a buzz, Levi? Marijuana? I’ve never liked it.”

“I get high on exercise and I’m really not too much into that sort of thing. Dad’s drugs and alcohol turned me off that scene completely.”

“I know what you mean. I limit myself to five beers a week and I never get drunk. Too much beer and cola will make you fat. Well, enjoy your lemonade. Cherie made it.”

He’d been eating on his salad and he looked at me.

“You make this salad a hell of a lot better than Cherie,” he grinned. “Of course, I don’t want you to tell her that.”

I’d had just about enough of hearing about Cherie and it showed on my face. Cherie this, Cherie that. Her constant cheerfulness just didn’t ring true to me. I’d seen her type before, both male and female.

Clint looked into my eyes, entertained by my discomfort. He knew damned well that I already didn’t like Cherie.

We watched a boring television show that Clint seemed to like. Then after he finished eating he went over to a cabinet and took out a DVD. He put it in the player and suddenly the screen was showed a man fucking a woman in the opening scene.

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© Copyright jvaughn, 2014, 2015. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for the long delay between postings. Life got pretty crazy for a while. I’ll post the rest of this first novel by Christmas. However, it’s clear to me now that there will need to be a sequel. LOL! Everything ends up longer than I expect.

Hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment, and don’t forget to vote.

–Jay

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Chapter Seventeen

Something was buzzing around in Kim’s belly and he wasn’t sure why. They were out of danger—at least immediate danger. Who knew what the future would hold, but they had an entire eleven days to themselves before they were due back at CorpSci headquarters for more questions and testing. He should be happy, excited, and starting to relax now, but his mind was a blur of scary images and memories from the past several days. His body was still on high alert and he couldn’t identify the source of his anxiety.

Christmas was on Friday this year. CorpSci always shut down the entire week between Christmas and New Years and was closed on Monday this year too. Kim had never had so much time off in his life: eleven glorious days to spend with Raeden in an apartment in Zonesee!

And then they would discover that he could read minds and who knew what would happen to him?

He glanced up at Raeden. The big man was grinning ear-to-ear as he met Kim’s eye. “It’s Christmas Eve, Kim. You have plenty of time to worry about the future later. Let it go.”

Kim smiled back. You’re right. I … just … there is so much to take in.

Raeden’s huge hand was wrapped around his, warm and comforting. Kim hurried to keep up with the giant’s long strides. The pace seemed a leisurely stroll for Raeden.

Raeden pulled him to a stop in front of a store window. Stylish men’s clothing was on display. Kim did a double take before he realized the mannequins weren’t real, just extremely lifelike. They were wearing cashmere sweaters in red or cream and dark wool slacks. One of them had a tie loosened about his neck that featured reindeer. They were posed in such a way that they looked like they were at a party … relaxed, laughing, chatting. Myriad candles glowed on the mantle of what appeared to be a brick fireplace, complete with logs and real flames. An elegantly decorated tree added to the holiday motif.

“Too bad they’re not still open,” Raeden said, “We need to go shopping soon and buy you some new clothes.”

“Me?” Kim teased, eyeing the flip-flops and sweatpants that Raeden still wore. “What about you?”

“I wouldn’t mind buying a few things for myself, but Michelle said Randy had my stuff moved from storage into our new unit, so hopefully I’ll have a change of clothes waiting for me when we get there.”

“It’s a damn good thing that this is all enclosed,” Kim said, “otherwise you’d be freezing running around outside without shoes.”

Raeden shrugged. “The cold doesn’t bother me. But I suppose it would attract attention.”

Kim scoffed. “It’s well below zero out there and you just barely got over frostbite.”

Raeden grinned at him. Thanks for worrying about me. They started moving down the street again.

It wasn’t a street as such, more like a very wide hallway. Raeden had told him that in Zonesee you didn’t need to go outside unless you wanted to. There was an enormous network of internal passages that connected all of the buildings. They had already crossed two sky bridges—glass-enclosed pedestrian walkways that ran between skyscrapers. Scooters and personal mobility devices (PMDs) were allowed on the pedestrian “streets.” Raeden had told him that taxi services were available at street level and flyers could also be hired on many of the rooftops to take you anywhere you wanted to go.

The stark difference between Zonesee and Zonei had Kim goggling at everything he saw. He had thought Zonee, where he’d worked, was luxurious. It wasn’t even close to the opulence of Zonesee.

The street they were on was relatively empty, most of the shops having closed early for Christmas. The passageway was as wide as a two-lane street, with thirty-foot ceilings—appearing to be a cloudy, slate-gray sky—overhead. Kim noticed that the light, which appeared to come from the ceiling, had dimmed slightly as they walked, and now the old-fashioned street lamps came on, glowing with what looked like real gas-fueled flames. The area had a fairytale feel to it. It appeared as if they were walking through one of London’s wealthiest shopping districts, circa 1750. Modern clothing and the occasional scooter or PMD zipping by were the only hints that they hadn’t stepped through a time machine.

The amount of high-quality goods in the window displays was staggering. The street had been tastefully decorated for the season, with garlands of holly wrapping each of the street lamps and baskets full of Sakarya Escort poinsettias and other seasonal flowers that Kim didn’t recognize hanging at regular intervals along the brick walls.

Kim paused to stare through a shop window at a miniature train that was chugging merrily along a track. An entire tiny village had been set up, complete with people and dogs.

“Oh, Raeden, look! There’s even a miniature manger scene.”

Raeden smiled. The warm glow from the lights in the window illuminated the masculine planes of his face and seemed to bring out a twinkle in his eye.

It’s magical, isn’t it?

But Kim wasn’t watching the train anymore. He was transfixed by Raeden’s beauty. It certainly is.

Raeden must have caught some of his thought, because his eyes shifted from the little train to Kim and widened slightly. The gleam in his eye became predatory and Kim felt lust roll off of him.

He thinks I’m sexy? Kim was startled by that idea. He’d never thought of himself as sexy. He was too small and too thin to be sexy. But clearly Raeden was attracted to him. He could feel it.

He didn’t have time for any more thoughts, because Raeden cupped his chin, leaned over, and took his mouth in a possessive and passionate kiss. The world around them dropped away and there was only Raeden, warm and strong and dominating. Raeden’s tongue invaded, tasting of pizza and beer and mountain spring water—or like Kim imagined mountain spring water would taste, clean and slightly mineral.

Raeden’s tongue pushed past all of Kim’s defenses, pulling a deep groan from his throat. Kim’s tongue seemed to have a mind of it’s own, dueling deliciously with Raeden’s. Kim’s hands tangled in Raeden’s hair as he sought to get closer even; they were already somehow chest-to-chest. Kim was helpless to stop the moan of desire that came out of his mouth. Raeden took a quick gasping breath and plunged back in, ravishing him with a fierce hunger.

Just when Kim thought he was about to pass out, Raeden pulled his mouth away, but kept his face close, resting his forehead against Kim’s. They both panted for air. Kim realized that Raeden had picked him up at some point during the kiss. His back was against a brick wall, his legs were wrapped around Raeden’s toned torso, and his arms had entwined themselves around Raeden’s neck.

God, Little One, what you do to me! Raeden opened his mind to Kim and he felt the other man’s insane desire. Raeden’s cock felt too tight—hot and heavy and ready to burst. Shivers of blazing need thrummed through his body every few seconds. Kim felt Raeden trembling slightly under his hands and realized how hard the big man was fighting to maintain control. Kim himself had never experienced such intense cravings.

He suddenly became aware of his own cock, pressing urgently against the zipper of his slacks. His underwear was already soaked with drool. He bit his lip to keep a whimper from escaping as his cock throbbed with yearning.

I guess we’d better take this home, huh? Raeden chuckled into his hair.

Kim pulled his face away from Raeden’s, glancing apprehensively up and down the street. It was nearly deserted. A couple walked along the other side, laden with packages, chatting happily with each other, ignoring them. A young man zipped by on a hover board. The scene was so different from Zonei, Kim felt like he’d been transported to another world. Even if Raeden hadn’t been with him, he might have felt almost safe. There were no quents or derelicts or crazies. He supposed they must have crime, even in the upper zones.

“Is there even any crime here?” he asked.

“It’s rare,” Raeden said. “Crimes of passion, sometimes.” Grinning, he waggled his eyebrows at Kim.

“I’m serious,” Kim said, smiling. “It just seems so peaceful.”

“It’s usually busier here, but most of the stores are closed now. Speaking of which, there’s a little deli around the corner that I’m hoping is still open. Maybe we can pick up something for dinner.” Raeden gave Kim one more quick peck before he swung him down and set him on his feet.

Kim looked down at himself. His cock was still a half-hard bulge—not too visible in his loose slacks—but a growing wetness on the fabric near the head gave him away. He quickly shifted his coat that he was carrying in front of himself to conceal his indiscretion.

Raeden smiled sheepishly down at his own crotch. His cock was still tenting his sweats and they were also wet with precum. “Not much I can do about myself,” he said with a grin. Michelle—or more like, Randy—had not provided Raeden with underwear. The T-shirt that had been found for him was too small, hugging his chest and arms, showing off every exquisitely-defined muscle and riding up when Raeden moved to show a small strip of smooth skin at his waist. Kim had noticed that Raeden’s scale pattern was no longer visible and assumed he was hiding it.

“Actually,” Raeden continued on the topic Adapazarı Escort of crime as they started walking down the street once more, “there are cameras everywhere here.” He gestured upward toward the ceiling. “If anyone so much as puts a toe out of line, CorpSec is here immediately to haul them away.”

“Really?” Kim looked apprehensively up at the fake-sky ceiling which now showed the last vestiges of a pink “sunset” in what Kim assumed was the west. A shudder ran through him. “I think I’d rather have the dangers and anonymity of living in Zonei than be watched all the time.”

Raeden shrugged. “As long as you don’t do anything illegal, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Kim said. He had the feeling that CorpSec didn’t pay too much attention to the strict letter of the law when it came to detaining citizens that they deemed to be inconvenient. The presence of those cameras and the possibility that there were microphones around too to pick up their conversation kept him from voicing that thought.

“Oh, good! It’s still open,” Raeden said. He led the way to the door of a small store that had a staggering display of meats, cheeses, and wines in the window. “They have great stuff here.”

A chime tinkled as they stepped through the doorway. Raeden grabbed a wicker shopping basket from a stack and held it in front of his crotch.

The proprietor of the store looked up from where he was wiping down the counter. His smile froze on his face as he took them in, replaced by a look of dark suspicion. With no effort on his part to read the man, Kim felt wariness and distrust emanating from him.

Kim glanced up at Raeden and saw him from the shopkeeper’s viewpoint. The giant appeared unkempt. His blonde hair was too short to be disheveled, but it was dirty. He had several days’ growth of beard shadowing his chin and dark circles under his eyes. Together with his ridiculously small clothes and flip-flops, Kim was sure he was way below the normal standard for patrons of that store.

Kim glanced ruefully down at himself. His clothes were of poor quality and starting to show their wear. His boots in particular were disgraceful: he had duct-taped one of the toes a few days earlier because the sole was separating from the faux-leather and he couldn’t afford a new pair yet. His beard didn’t grow at the rate that Raeden’s did, but he imagined, with his messy hair flying around his face, he looked just as scruffy.

Raeden gave the shopkeeper a dazzling smile. “Hi Mr. Sanders. I’m really glad you’re still open. ”

The shopkeeper’s dark looked was replaced by one of shock. “Mr. Dearborn! I haven’t seen you since…” His surprised expression changed abruptly to one of discomfort. “I heard about your wife. I’m so sorry.”

Kim was hit with a wave of sadness that rolled off of Raeden and just about knocked him off his feet. He drew in a deep, gasping breath. The emptiness and the grief that Raeden felt was unbearable.

Such pain! How could he live with such pain? Instinctively, he reached out and ran a comforting hand down Raeden’s arm.

Raeden was looking at the floor, his expression unreadable. Now he glanced up at him and Kim felt his loneliness fade a bit. Kim smiled at him, a small, supportive smile.

The corners of Raeden’s mouth pulled up a bit. He looked up at the shop owner and simply said, “Thank you.”

The shopkeeper looked between the two of them, still obviously uncomfortable. “Well, it’s great to have you back. What can I help you with today?”

Raeden set the proprietor to work slicing prosciutto and coppa while he and Kim browsed through the rest of the store. Kim had never seen the likes of most of the food there. He’d had no idea that all of this stuff even existed.

When they stopped in front of a shelf of fine chocolates, Kim picked up a bar and caught his breath. Oh my God, Raeden! You’re not seriously going to buy one of these chocolate bars are you? The price is outrageous. It was more than Kim usually spent on a whole day’s worth of food.

Raeden shrugged. We have money, Kim. “Have you ever tried one of those with the coconut in them?” He nodded at the bar Kim still held in his hand.

Of course not. I’ve never tried anything like any of these. “No.”

“Well then, we have to get it, of course.” Raeden took the bar out of Kim’s hand and tossed it into the basket.

By the time they were ready to checkout, Kim was having a difficult time keeping the incredulity off his face. He was sure his eyes were huge. The basket was filled with chocolates, fresh exotic fruits, a huge gourmet frozen lasagna, a large fresh salad, an assortment of odds and ends that Raeden had plucked off the shelves, several bottles of fine Italian wine and a bottle of something called prosecco.

Meanwhile, the shopkeeper had assembled a vast array of Italian meats and cheeses, pickled vegetables, olives, and several Serdivan Escort loaves of fresh bread. As he was ringing them up Raeden placed a beautifully wrapped package onto the pile. It was labeled “Panettone.”

In spite of the fact that everything in the store, with the exception of some of the packaging on the foodstuffs, looked authentic to 1750’s London, the checkout system was state-of-the-art. Kim watched with interest as the shopkeeper pressed a hidden button and a sleek panel slid out of a recess in the polished wooden counter. He waved a small device over each item and its price registered on the panel.

Kim steeled himself for the cost but couldn’t help the gasp that came out of his mouth when the shopkeeper stated it. The total was more than he normally made in two weeks of work. Raeden! We … we can’t spend this much money! He protested, glad for the ability to communicate without speaking aloud.

Raeden smirked. Watch me.

He moved his intel over the panel and nothing happened. Frowning he repeated the movement, with like results. After several tries he pulled his wrist up to his face to inspect the device.

“It’s a temporary intel,” he explained to the shopkeeper. “I ran into some trouble and my old one was destroyed. Because it’s Christmas Eve, I was unable to obtain a new one. I hope this loaner one’s not defective.” The temporary intel was attached to his wrist with a thick elastic strap. It was most unusual, but because of Raeden’s shifting abilities, he needed a device that could expand to accommodate his growth. He had told Kim that his old intel was built to shift in size when he did. He was unable to use a standard-issue intel and thus the need for a loaner device until CorpSci was back from vacation and able to fit him with a new specialized unit.

Now he polished the sensor plate with a corner of his t-shirt, adjusted the positioning of the device on his wrist, and tried again. After several more passes a chime sounded indicating that the charge had gone through. Kim sighed in relief and the shopkeeper’s smile returned.

Several minutes later, laden with sturdy cloth bags containing their purchases, they continued on their way down the street. Raeden seemed buoyant, happiness radiating off of him. Kim couldn’t help but feel some of Raeden’s joy, although there was still an undercurrent of unease running through him. Unwilling to examine the source too closely, he put it down to being unfamiliar with his surroundings.

Presently they left the shopping district behind, taking a cleverly hidden elevator up to a higher floor. When the doors opened, Kim felt as if he’d stepped into the future. The hallway was as wide and tall as the one they’d just left, but there the similarities ended. The street was made out of some sleek, shiny material that reflected the lights around them. Purple and blue neon outlined the edges of the street as well as the doorways and windows of the buildings on either side. The ceiling overhead was black as pitch. The buildings appeared to be made of newsteel in shades of lilac and periwinkle, but Kim thought perhaps the steel was just picking up the colors from the lighting.

Neon signs proclaimed the businesses that lined the street. They passed a drugstore, an insurance agency, a law firm, a bar, and some sort of office center before Raeden stopped in front of a set of doublewide doors.

They were imposing: solid, dull black and with no handles of any kind. Raeden ran his intel in front a panel several times, muttering under his breath when nothing happened. He adjusted the strap and held it in place while he tried again and the doors slid silently open. After they stepped through, the doors immediately closed behind them and they were in a small room with another set of doors before them.

A female voice with an Australian accent welcomed them politely and requested that they look at the flatscreen display above the door in front of them. It appeared to be showing a typical government propaganda video. As they watched, it changed abruptly to a live feed of the two of them taken from the front. Kim had a deer-in-the-headlights expression and Raeden displayed his typical cocky grin.

They are doing a retinal scan as well as picking up the signals from our intels. Their computer system will also compare our images, heat signatures, heart rates, and so on with the ones on file for us. It will only take a few seconds, Raeden explained.

Heavy security, Kim commented.

It’s because we are entering the mod area. Once we’re on the other side, I won’t have to hide my abilities.

“Welcome back, Mr. Dearborn. Welcome, Mr. Takemoto. We at CorpSec wish you a pleasant and relaxing holiday season,” the female voice intoned dispassionately as the doors in front of them slid open.

Yeah, right, Kim thought sarcastically. CorpSec doesn’t give a shit about our holiday.

Raeden led the way through the doors into a large, modern lobby. Colorful abstract art adorned the walls. There were several seating areas and what looked to be a coffee bar that was currently closed. A huge Christmas tree, decorated in silver, blue, and turquoise, took up one end of the lobby. Raeden led the way to a bank of elevators and pressed the button.

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I stumbled over a clod of earth left by some passing tractor. Somewhere behind me in the darkness most of my Unit were drinking themselves into insensibility — not that I blamed them — but my escapism took the form of needing to get away from them, as well as from the awful war. Mist lay heavily on the sodden fields, and strands crept across the road from time to time, disguising the potholes and making the dark road even more treacherous. I had no idea whether I was actually allowed out of camp, but the sentries were rather slack tonight, no doubt wishing they could join in the merriment too.

Somewhere far away the generals had organised this Christmas cease-fire, welcomed by everyone, but especially by the wretched soldiers out in the battlefields. Noise becomes part of life after a while, and the abrupt silence which began just before midnight on Christmas Eve made our ears ring with the memory of the noise. It was several hours before we all stopped shouting to make each other hear.

Failing the second year exam in electrical engineering at Birmingham University had left me in a kind of awkward limbo: neither officer material nor able easily to fit in with the other men. I had managed to keep myself inconspicuous during training. I did as I was told, not too willingly or too well, and avoided the sarcasm of the sergeant major. One thing that I had managed to keep secret so far was my ability to speak German. If it had been mentioned in the initial paperwork after I enlisted, it would probably have given me the chance of some desk job, but my degree course had given me a hearty dislike of sitting at a desk.

The mist cleared for a moment, showing the moon riding high in the sky. A narrow track met the road here and I had just gone past it when a sudden noise made me go cold with fear. Even in a cease-fire, German sentries might very well shoot at a lone English soldier out after dark. Of course, it might be another Englishman like myself, so I called out softly, “Who’s there?”

A shadowy figure stepped out from between the trees, and in the moonlight I could see that it was a German soldier, apparently unarmed. Relief flooded through me that I wasn’t about to be shot in the back, and I approached him cautiously.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in German. “You’re a long way from your lines.”

“An Englishman speaking German — a rare animal indeed,” said a soft voice without answering my question. He came nearer until we could see each other’s faces, and continued, “I should ask you the same question, but I imagine that neither of us should really be here away from our lines.”

He broke off and looked around, then said vehemently, “Thank God that terrible noise has stopped. I don’t think I could stand much more of it. I came out here to get away from it all.”

This echoed my feelings so exactly that a sudden need to confide in this stranger came over me. “I know how you feel,” I nodded, “all those men around all the time, and the continuous noise and no privacy make it unbearable. When the guns stopped for the cease-fire last night I felt that I had to get away, and after the Christmas dinner tonight everybody else seemed content to get drunk, Sakarya Escort but the thought made me quite ill so I came out for a walk. Have you any idea what the time is?” My watch was not luminous, and the vapours had again covered the moon.

“It’s half past two,” he answered, evidently having a luminous watch. “Let’s find somewhere a bit warmer than this to talk. There’s a shed along this road, though it’s probably full of turnips.”

We wandered along the road in companionable silence, picking our way between the potholes in the fitful light shed by the moon through the swirling mist. I was beginning to think that there was no shed, that he was mistaken about the road, when he gripped my arm and muttered, “Over here.”

Some way from the road was a delapidated barn with no door, and the moonlight through the doorway showed that it was indeed full of turnips, except right at the back where there was a pile of old straw, a bit damp and smelly, but certainly warmer than the chill night air outside. He took off his greatcoat and spread it on some thick straw.

“This is better,” he remarked as he settled himself comfortably on one side of the coat. “If you put your coat over us we shall be fairly warm.”

I saw the logic of this and spread my coat over us after sitting beside him. “My name is John,” I said, leaning back against the wall of the barn and beginning to feel very sleepy. “What’s your name?”

“Wolfgang, after the composer,” he replied grinning. “My parents were very musical — my brother is called Ludwig.”

We laughed, and I was no longer surprised that he expected these names to mean something to me.

“Everybody calls me Wolf,” he added, “makes me sound fierce.”

We laughed again, quite relaxed in each other’s company.

“God, I’m tired,’ I yawned, feeling rather comfortable in these strange circumstances.

“Yes,” he settled back and closed his eyes, “let’s have a sleep now, and later we can think what we’re going to do.”

When I woke up I was incredibly stiff, and straw was prickling my hair. Sunlight streamed through the doorway over the pile of turnips, and I wondered idly what the time was. As if in answer to my unspoken question, Wolf murmured in my left ear, “Awake at last? It’s nearly eight o’clock.”

I rolled over to face him, and realised as I did so that he had his right arm round my shoulders. He pulled me closer to him and to my great astonishment kissed me gently on the forehead.

“John.” He spoke my name tenderly and I tensed, fearful of his apparent feelings for me.

“Don’t be afraid,” he continued, stroking my hair back from my forehead and removing strands of straw, “have you never been in a man’s arms before?”

His deep, calm voice reassured me and I relaxed a little, wondering how I had managed to get myself into this situation. “No, nor in a woman’s arms,” I answered in English, unable to think of enough German words to express myself in my trembling voice.

He understood the gist of my reply and said, “Be calm, my John, I shall not hurt you.”

This remark irritated me, as I certainly wasn’t afraid of him. I pulled away from him and stood up abruptly. For the first time I had a really good look at him, and took in Adapazarı Escort all his features. He was quite a lot older than me, near forty, I should imagine, with slight streaks of grey in his unruly mop of dark hair. His unshaven face emphasised the strong line of his jaw, and he gazed at me with soft grey eyes, a flicker of a smile on his face. He stretched and stood up, a little taller than me, and stepped towards me.

“I really think you’re afraid of me,” he said, still smiling, but more uncertainly now.

To be truthful, I *was* afraid; afraid not of Wolf, but of my own feelings. With shame I realised that a blush was spreading rapidly over my face, and that I could no longer look straight at him. For some reason his gently laughing eyes disconcerted me — left me slightly breathless and excited.

His fingers brushed down the stubble on my cheek and over my lips and I lurched away in surprise at his gentle touch. Yet deep inside me the turmoil caused by this simple gesture roused great fires. With both hands on my shoulders he looked steadily at me, more sure of himself now. As I met his gaze and felt once again that surge of passion which had startled me before, he stroked the back of my neck, and stepping forward took me completely in his arms, kissing me softly on the lips.

I did not resist this time. I could not. It was as much as I could do to remain upright. My knees, weak as jelly, refused to work properly, and my mind could think of only one thing. Wolf.

“Wolf,” I must have croaked eventually, because he answered quietly, “Yes, my John. You are not afraid of me now, are you?”

I sank down on the straw behind me, and watched in fascination as he began to take off his clothes. For a man of his age he had a magnificent body — slim, but strong and well-muscled, dappled with dark hair which emphasised his shape. Although this had never happened to me before, my body tingled with expectation.

Wolf bent down over me and undid my jacket and shirt, which he tugged off, leaving my chest bare and my nipples sensitive in the cold air. Quickly undoing my belt and trousers, he pushed me back to undo my boots and in one swift motion pulled off the remainder of my clothes. I must have shivered slightly, for he said, “You won’t be cold soon, my John.”

With considerable experience he rapidly awoke the sensitive areas of my body, touching and teasing with his lips and fingers, until I was panting with lust. Unable to dredge up any German words to express my feelings, I moaned and grunted as I writhed around.

In my inexperience it was soon over for me. His strong fingers brought me to the edge of ecstasy, paused for a moment, then very gently took me over the brink into a flood of sensation. As I came, he held me close to him and spoke softly to me, calming the violent shaking which followed my explosion.

At last the spasms died down, and when I was calm again he slid up beside me, kissed me warmly on the lips and held me tightly in his arms.

In German and English I murmured over and over again, “I love you, Wolf,” and he merely tightened his embrace. During the remainder of that strange morning he showed me many ways of pleasing and receiving pleasure, until at last, exhausted, Serdivan Escort we lay entwined in each other’s arms, joking gently about the prickly feelings both from the straw and our own beard stubble.

“Do you think we ought to go back to our lines?” I asked, suddenly afraid. Afraid not of the possible repercussions of my absence, but of the thought that we would then once again be on opposing sides.

“Let’s wait until dusk,” he replied gently, “it will be easier to avoid lookouts then.”

With tears in my eyes I told him of my fears about our eventual separation, and he replied wistfully, “Yes, but there’s no alternative. If we go back together to your lines or mine one of us will end up in a prison camp, and we can’t stay here or get away to anywhere neutral where we can be together always. Here is my address; if this terrible war ever ends we should be able to meet again in better surroundings.” A humorous note crept into his voice as he looked round at the decor of our love-nest, and I kissed him tenderly for his valiant effort to cheer me up.

All the afternoon we lay and talked, until at last the gathering mist and low, slanting sunlight proclaimed that dusk was near. We dressed slowly, reluctant to bring the moment of parting nearer. His address I put into my pocket, feeling that this insignificant bit of paper was my lifeline to future happiness.

Putting his arm round my shoulders he led me out of the barn and back along the rough track. All was still and silent — the cease-fire had a few more hours to run — and the last rays of the sun fell on one high cloud, turning it into a ribbon of gold and silver. I pressed my face against his neck to hide my tears, but he comforted me quietly until I felt strong enough to go on.

With a sudden feeling of panic I recognised a pool by the side of the track as the place where I must turn off to rejoin my Unit. Wolf turned to me and held me tightly in his arms, rocking to and fro as if to comfort a small child. A sense of peace gradually came over me as I remembered our love-making and the closeness of our love.

“Thanks,” I murmured eventually, “I’m not afraid of you now.”

Suddenly, from behind a row of bushes about 50 yards away came a raucous shout in English: “Christ, it’s a bloody German! He’s got one of our men!”

Wrenching myself free from Wolf’s arms I rushed towards the source of the shout crying, “No! No! He’s a friend! Don’t shoot!” but it was too late. From the bushes came the report of a single shot, and as I ran back towards him Wolf sank to his knees on the earth.

“See you in Germany, my John,” he gasped, and fell flat on his face, his hands outstretched towards me.

Sobbing incoherently I hurled myself on his body, shouting obscenities at the British soldiers who had now come up warily behind me. Of course, they didn’t understand, and may even have thought that I too was German, since in my distress I mixed German and English words. Eventually they pulled me off his body and led me back to the Unit, where I was placed under guard. Three months later they discharged me from the Army: “psychological disturbance” they said it was.

Now I live in Germany, a 50-year-old bachelor, consultant technical writer for a large engineering company. I am successful, quite well-off, and have a very comfortable flat.

The piece of paper with Wolf’s address on it occupies a secret drawer in my writing-desk. It is my greatest treasure — morbid, I know — but it’s all I have of him.

I have never loved anyone else.

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*Author’s note: Main characters are 18+.

This is a standalone story that features characters from ‘Bait a Hook’ and ‘Plotting a Course.’

I hope that you enjoy it. Please comment and let me know. Thanks for reading!*

*****

Prologue

I grumbled as I rolled over to silence the annoying, shrill sound that escaped the alarm clock. The screen flashed 5:33 AM and I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed. The mid-summer sun was starting to clear the horizon and a soft glow illuminated the thin curtain covering the window. I shuffled into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee before stumbling into the shower. I let the warm water wash the apple-scented shampoo suds off of my shortly cropped brown hair. I went through the motions as my body started to wake up and adjust to its daily routine. I was getting older, but noticed I was still in good shape for a man thirty-five years old. My furry belly had softened a little over the years, but I could still make out my abdominal muscles in the mirror.

I brushed my teeth and looked into my green eyes, the same green eyes that most of the men in my family had. Everyone in these parts knew my family, but if they didn’t they could pick us out at relatives just from our eyes. Even my nephew Rob inherited matching eyes. I slid on my light blue boxer shorts before pulling on a pair of tight Wrangler jeans. They were snug in the butt and I could tell other people, especially the ladies, would take an extra glimpse when I walked by. I slid on a simple white t-shirt that was probably a little too small, but I liked the way it hugged my bicep and pectoral muscles.

Not wanting to be late, I poured a large travel mug of coffee. I walked out my front door, not bothering to lock it behind me, and headed to my trusty old Silverado pickup truck. It was white with a two red pinstripes. The red vinyl bench seat was hot as I eased down onto it. I rolled down my windows before starting her up and heading on my way.

It was six o’clock on the dot when I pulled into the animal shelter. Every Wednesday for the past few years I had volunteered to open the shelter for the day. I saw a box sitting by the door and sighed knowing that we had some more mouths to feed. I parked in the shade of an old pecan tree and headed towards the door. I keyed in the code to open the door as I peered into the box. The box had five newborn puppies. They were some type of hound, maybe beagles, but I couldn’t be certain at this age. They were definitely newborns; their eyes were still sealed shut.

I carefully maneuvered the box inside and placed the pups under a heat lamp and turned it on. The scent of dogs, cats, and cedar chips filled my nostrils. I walked into the closet and pulled out a plastic laundry basket and grabbed a handful of towels to line the basket. Once I was satisfied with the new bed I had created, I carefully picked up the puppies, one-by-one, and placed them on the soft towels. The last pup was the runt, about a third smaller than his brothers and sisters. I felt sorry for him and gently placed him into the pile of huddled puppies.

In the pantry I found some formula and mixed up a batch. I retrieved a bottle and placed a small nipple on it. I returned to the dogs and nursed the starving puppies. They drank greedily and I focused my attention on the last pup, the runt of the litter. He tried to nurse on the bottle, but he couldn’t get his mouth around the rubber nub. I carried him with me into the kitchen and found a small dropper. I placed him on the towel when I returned to the exam room and filled the dropper with fluid. I cradled the tiny puppy in my left hand as I held the dropper to his lips. His tiny little tongue escaped his mouth and licked at the nourishing fluid. I fed him four droppers before he stopped licking and fell asleep in my hand. I placed him with his litter mates before tending to the other animals in the shelter.

“Saw the new pups Charlie.” I heard as I saw Ginny walk into the shelter. Ginny was a widow in her seventies. Her silver hair was perfectly curled as she walked over to join me next to the “cat condos,” as she liked to call them. Ginny stood five foot, five inches tall, but when she entered a room, people noticed. Her husband was a farmer and when he passed she sold his massive acreage of land, save ten acres. With her small track of land and her money from the sale, she opened this animal shelter. She was very generous, and like me, hated seeing neglected or stray animals. Ginny was very business savvy, when she was building her new building she convinced the local veterinarian to move his practice here. She built it with plenty of room; there was a barn for larger animals and large fields for the animals to graze. Dr. Andrews, the veterinarian, agreed when he heard that she would never charge him rent as long as he and his staff helped with the exams of the rescued animals. Having the vet in the same building as the shelter also aided adoptions. People would come in with their pets and see the adorable animals and Sakarya Escort want to adopt another pet.

I made small talk, catching up with Ginny until she left to answer a phone call. When I went back to check on the new puppies I noticed that Ginny had tied three pink and two blue ribbons around their necks, marking their genders. They were still curled up next to each other, enjoying the shared heat, and the heat from the warm lamp above them. I joined Ginny in her office.

“I think I’m going to take the little guy if he makes it.” I told her.

“Take ’em all if you want.” Ginny answered smiling as she looked up at me.

“I can’t have five dogs in my house Ginny; you know I would adopt them all if I could.”

“I know Charlie; you have a good heart, that’s why you’ve helped me out all of these years.” Ginny set down the paper she was reading and moved her glasses to the top of her silver hair. “You need to find someone to take care of you Charlie.” Her expression was serious, and a little bit sad as she spoke. “Find a nice girl, settle down.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I answered, cringing a little at her advice. “Slim pickings around here.” I shrugged and she studied me over the lenses of her reading glasses before placing them back over her eyes.

“Charlie, you’re so handsome, if I were thirty years younger…” She flashed me a toothy grin. “You’ve gotta put yourself out there.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.” I answered before standing up and heading out of her office to check on the pups. What would Ginny think of me if she knew the truth? As long as I could remember I had never been attracted to women, sure I thought some were pretty, beautiful even, but they never drew my attention in a sexual way. I tried unsuccessfully at dating up until my late twenties. I had had a few sexual relationships, but they were ultimately unsatisfying. What I desired, what I was attracted to, was the male form.

The Eastern Shore of Virginia was mainly small farming and fishing towns. I see stories about how accepting some cities are to homosexuals, but I have never known anyone to be gay where I live. At the slightest sign of difference there would probably be a riot. It was a combination of fear and ignorance that I stayed abstinent from my deepest yearning.

*One year later*

Chapter 1: Tipping Point

“Hey Rob, can you watch Bear for me today? I need to run some errands across the bay, I would take him with me, but it’s too hot to leave him the truck.” I talked to my nephew through the phone.

“Hey Uncle Charlie, I’m going fishing today, but Bear can come, I’ll throw him in the water if he gets hot.” I heard Rob laugh as he finished speaking.

“Bear can swim, just make sure you dry his ears out if he goes, don’t want him to get an infection.” I answered. “Where are you, I’ll come drop him off?”

“I gotta pick up Chuck, so I can stop by your place on the way.” Rob answered.

“Thanks Rob, I appreciate it.” Rob was a good kid and always helped when I needed him.

I heard my little beagle Bear howl before I saw the tell-tale trail of dust coming down the dirt drive. I filled a plastic grocery bag with two bowls, a Ziploc bag of dog food, and a bottle of water. Bear was the runt of the litter, and the smallest beagle that I had ever seen. People teased me that I named him Bear, but I thought it was fitting. When I found the little guy he wasn’t in good shape, I nursed to him back to health and got so attached to him that I brought him home with me. Bear might have been small, but he was tough, he was a fighter, he deserved the name as much as any big dog.

I opened the door and Bear ran out and immediately jumped up on Rob begging for attention. Bear was a good judge of character, if he didn’t like you he wouldn’t pay you any attention, which was a good sign to me. If Bear liked you, that was high praise. Rob looked a lot like me; we were both six-foot-tall with brown hair cut short. He was more muscular than I was, but he was a virile eighteen-year-old kid in his prime. I am thirty-six years old. Rob’s dad is my older brother and they live about ten minutes down the road. I got along pretty well with my brother, but he resented the fact that dad left me the farm house when he passed; being older he thought he should have gotten it. Our dad left us both the farm. I farm my half, and my brother leases his half out.

“Hey Uncle Charlie!” Rob called as I walked over to where Bear was on his back getting his belly rubbed.

“Thanks Rob.” I answered handing him the plastic bag. “He probably won’t eat because he’ll be too busy sniffing everything, if you see him try to drink salt water stop him.”

“I know Uncle Charlie.” Rob said smiling. “He’s too smart to try to drink salt water anyway.” Rob scooped up my little beagle and plopped him on the bench seat of his truck. Rob climbed in after him and bear immediately climbed in his lap with his head hanging out the window. I shook Rob’s hand and gave Bear a final Adapazarı Escort scratch behind the ears.

“I’ll come pick him up when I get back. Thanks again.” I waved and Rob pulled away with Bear happily sniffing the air as they drove away.

*

I made quick work of my errands, I always hated crossing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel into the busy streets of Virginia Beach and Norfolk. I had to though because unless I wanted to drive to Maryland which was much further away. I decided to grab something to eat before I headed back home and noticed the bright orange letters spelling out HOOTERS and got an instant craving for chicken wings and an ice cold beer. I turned off of Military Highway and into the Hooters parking lot, which was surprisingly full. It was fairly loud inside and I took a seat at the end of the bar.

“How can I help you today handsome?” A bleached blonde, wafer thin, top-heavy, waitress asked as she put a napkin on the counter. She probably would be cute if she didn’t look like she was in a Dolly Parton lookalike contest, it would be a miracle if she didn’t have back pain hauling around those melons on her chest.

“Yes, may I have ten wings hot and a Bud Light please?” I asked and she grinned. I’ll put that in for you right now sugar.” She winked and walked away. I wondered if all guys fell for this type of flattery and looked around the restaurant and noticed several other guys flirting and practically drooling at their waitresses. Well I wasn’t attracted to my waitress, and she’d be getting a tip based on her service, not the size of her rack. I chuckled inwardly and got up to pee and wash my hands before eating, I had been hauling some bags of fertilizer and definitely wanted to wash that off of my hands.

The bathroom was empty and I stepped up to the urinal closest to the sink. I unzipped my wranglers and fished my penis out of the fly of my boxers. I wasn’t an expert on dicks, but I always thought mine looked nice and I was rather proud of it. I could only compare it to guys in the locker room or even on porn videos, but I feel like I held my own in that department. I let loose and a strong clear stream flowed from my slit and I sighed as my bladder slowly drained. The door opened behind me and I picked up my gaze from my pissing cock and looked at the wall straight in front of me. A burly man a couple inches shorter than me walked up to the urinal right next to mine. He had a black leather motorcycle jacket on over tight fitting jeans. I glanced over briefly and he had a handle bar mustache over a stubbled face. I heard him unzip his zipper as I shook of the remaining drops of liquid out of my dick. Chills ran up my spine as I got the feeling that I was being watched. I looked over and he was clearly staring at my cock before he locked his steel gray eyes on me and winked and nodded.

I gulped nervously and glanced to see what he was holding. He was slowly stroking a quickly engorging cock. It was about five inches long and as wide around as a can of energy drink. I looked back into his eyes and he grinned broadly, flashing a nice smile. I felt my cock hardening and embarrassedly hurried trying to stuff it back into my jeans. It was a strange feeling. No girl had ever had caused such a reaction, and all the man did was wink and smile at me, and stroke his cock. I washed my hands and glanced behind me before exiting the bathroom. The biker man had turned sideways away from the urinal so I could watch as he stroked his thick cock. I started to stammer ‘bye,’ before I stopped myself and left the bathroom.

I was immediately subconscious of my bulging jeans as I walked back to my seat, but then I stopped worrying about it as I realized there were probably drunk, horny guys in there all of the time.

“Just in time honey.” Feather haired Dolly Parton grinned and placed a frosty mug of beer in front of me at the bar. I took several long sips of beer and settled onto my stool.

“Hey you dropped this.” The guy from the bathroom came up behind me at the bar and handed me a card. As he walked by his fingers grazed, lightly ghosting from one hip, across the small of my back, to the other hip. A strange sensation radiated a tingling sensation throughout my entire body. He walked, without looking back to the opposite end of the bar.

“Hey Molly, a pitcher of Bud please.” He shouted to Dolly Parton.

“I’ll be right there Gagey.” She answered sweetly. I looked at the card, it was his business card: Gage McCoy, Your local handyman. It had a business number and a cell number. I flipped it over and almost gasped when I read the message: ‘Call me, I’d be happy to show you the ropes.’ I quickly glanced up and Gage thankfully wasn’t looking my direction and I didn’t glance over there again until I had finished my chicken wings and another mug of beer. I was beyond curious, but I didn’t think there was any way in the world I wanted my first experience to be with Gage McCoy who tried to pick me up in the restroom at Hooters.

I Serdivan Escort paid before walking over to Gage.

“Thanks, but I don’t need a contractor.”

“Keep it man, you never know, you might spring a leak.” Gage smirked and wouldn’t take the card from my hand. It was an awkward exchange and eventually, card in hand, I retreated to the parking lot and my pickup truck. I couldn’t help but rub my bulging cock and think of my interesting encounter with Gage the whole drive home. “If not now when?” I said aloud to myself. I pulled off the road before I got to the toll booth and parked my truck and pulled out my phone. Here I was, 36 years old, I had waited long enough.

*

The parking lot was in the back of the adult bookstore. Am I really doing this? I couldn’t help thinking. There were two cars parked in the lot near the dumpster and under an old white oak tree. I can’t do this. I thought and got ready to put my car in reverse, when I heard a loud rumble of a motorcycle pull into the parking lot. Gage was riding on a Harley Davidson motorcycle and his hands were high on his handlebars. He parked right beside me and winked as he took off his small black helmet. I steeled my nerves and put the truck in park and gripped the steering wheel with both hands while exhaling deeply. Gage had parked and dismounted his bike and was approaching my window.

“First time?” He smiled a warm, handsome smile at me. This close I could tell he was younger than I had originally thought, maybe in his early twenties. I had never been with a guy and Gage was handsome, but I wasn’t sure if he was my type of not.

“Um, yeah I’ve never been here.” I nervously, awkwardly, answered and turned off my engine.

“That’s not what I meant.” Gage opened my door and I unbuckled my seatbelt.

“What did you mean?” I asked as my boots hit the blacktop.

“You know, been with a guy…” Gage raised his eyebrows and his steel gray eyes locked on mine.

“No.” I hesitated by the tailgate of my truck. Gage stopped and stood beside me. “I never have been…” I trailed off.

“There’s nothing to be worried about, I can tell you’ve thought about it before. Listen I don’t make a habit of picking up guys in bathrooms, but you’re too damned cute. I’m clean. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Deal?” He paused and then held out his hand. “I’m Gage, nice to meet you.”

“Charlie.” I gulped and held out my hand before following him into the bookstore. I had never been in a store like this, it was a little overwhelming. The overhead lights were a little dimmer than a normal store and the shelves held all sorts of movies, magazines, leather, lace, rubber, and sex toys. It was a little overstimulating and Gage slapped my hip and pointed down a hallway on the opposite end of the store. I cautiously followed him and the light seemed to darken the further I went. I saw a red lighted exit sign at the end of the hall. There were several rooms with green light bulbs above the entrances. Gage slid a $20.00 bill into a slot and the door clicked open and the light bulb turned red.

“You coming?” Gage asked as he stepped into the room and held the door open. This was it, the moment of truth. Was I going to continue to repress my feelings and desires, or was I going to take my first step down this road, not knowing where it would end up. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the pounding in my chest before I stepped through the door. Gage released it, and it closed with a satisfying click. The room was dark but I could clearly see Gage, a small vinyl couch, and a large TV screen that was playing a video of a light skinned redhead woman, and a dark haired Asian woman sucking on a giant black cock.

“Let’s find something else to watch.” Gage said and picked up the remote. I remained silent but nodded as he flipped through the movies. The scene changed to three women, then three men and two women, then at least seven men and one woman. Gage took a seat and patted the couch beside him. “I won’t bite.” The channel changed again and I saw two men, fully clothed, making out on their own couch. “Like what you see?” I nodded as I watched two masculine men kissing, their tongues were in and out of each other’s mouths. I had watched gay porn before, but always alone, in secret. Everything was more sensual now that I knew Gage was here, watching me, watching the movie. Gage let his left hand fall onto my right thigh and I didn’t move. I just stared straight ahead at the screen, the men had lost their shirts and their firm sweaty chests were on the verge of pressing together. Gage scooted closer and I felt his strong thigh pressed against my own.

“This okay?” He whispered and I braved a glance at him. I nodded and he leaned in and I felt his breath against my neck. I felt the slightest tickle as his soft lips pressed the stubble on my neck. The feel of his facial hair against mine was extremely erotic. His strong left arm wrapped around my shoulders and I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped my lips as I melted into him. His lips and tongue worked their way up to my ear and he lightly nibbled on my earlobe before pressing a wet kiss against my cheek. On the TV both men had slipped out of their jeans and were making out with large, clear erections trapped in their fancy designer briefs.

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I was sitting in the driver’s seat of my SUV parked in the lot of an adult book store. I didn’t consciously choose to drive here. I couldn’t help it. It had been a long fucked up week. Everything that could go wrong had and I knew I would be working this weekend to catch up and get things right. It was the C & C bookstore and to be honest I never looked to see what it stood for. I just always thought of it as the Cock and Cum.

Maybe subconsciously this morning I had a premonition of how the last day would go this week. Or maybe it was obvious based on the last four days. After showering I had put on my cock cage and placed the key in my nightstand drawer before leaving. It had been two and a half weeks since my last release so I was barely able to get the cage latched before getting a raging boner. It hurt but I ignored it like it should be. My mind was distracted all day thinking about finding a hung stranger to spend a few hours or even the night and next morning with. The irony in life was apparent today. I caught several women in the office checking out my crotch. It’s funny that the cage makes my cock appear more prominent than it normally is, and that it gets more interest when it’s locked away from use. I found it ironic too that I was getting attention from the women when I really only wanted men. During the day I had started several online ads but published none of them. I searched through profiles in apps but nothing struck me.

I had left work at 9PM and was driving on my mental autopilot. Usually I ended up at home, tonight it was the C & C bookstore. To be honest I had never looked to see what it stood for if anything. I just always thought of it as the Cock and Cum. It was a busy time too based on the lot being nearly full. The last empty spot was right next to me. As I sat there contemplating my move another car pulled in to take it.

Fuck it, I grabbed a bunch of condoms from a stash I keep in the console. Way too many, I know but I have been trying to be responsible and any extras could be left there to help someone else. As I stood I stuffed them in my pocket hoping to have a couple used on me. Well at least one. I needed to be fucked. Fucked hard. I got out of my car just as the other car’s door opened. A good looking man stood up and we made eye contact across the roof of his car. I smiled and said hi. He said hi, asked how I was doing and we walked in together sharing typical light small talk. I paid my way and headed in walking through the booths before heading to the to the gay theater. There were many guys there but no one that really attracted me. Some were ok, some just sleazy but no one that I wanted to grab and pull into a private booth.

Being a bottom there’s always a lot of competition. Seems like for every top there’s twenty bottoms. Yeah, some say they are versatile but we know they aren’t. In the straight theater there was only one guy and he had his cock buried in a CD. I moved to the gay theater which had several men. Again no one got my adrenaline started. I resigned myself to just watch whatever film was playing and enjoy any live show as much as I could. My cock strained against the cage while I pondered why I was dismissing everyone before any approached me.

Shortly after I sat though my guy from the parking lot walked in and sat next to me. I turned to him just in time to find his lips right in front of me. Immediately his lips were on mine and we kissed. I pulled back from the surprise but tried to move back to kiss again. I missed my timing and he had sat back.

He smiled at me and out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock was out. He leaned back and I immediately bent down to take him in my mouth. His cock felt and tasted wonderful in my mouth. He leaned back further as I swirled my tongue around his cock. Precum was already on my tongue motivating me to go further. He started moaning and grunting in time with my movements. As I was getting into it I needed to reposition Sakarya Escort myself for better access. My cock was straining harder trying to break out of the cage I forced it in. I kept my mouth on his cock while moving so one knee was kneeling on my seat and I was bent over, my face remaining buried in his crotch.

I focused on his cock again, concentrating on how good it felt sliding across my tongue, poking into my throat. He reached out to my belt to unfasten it. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. It felt so good I was happy when he started pulling my pants down. I felt a thrill knowing he would see my cage. I accommodated by lifting my knee I was kneeling on for a minute. He pulled my shoe and pants off that leg so they were resting on the floor around my other leg. I felt him tapping and swinging my cock and cage while I continued to suck him. I took my shirt off and dropped it to the floor. I needed to be naked and didn’t really want clothes on at all. I broke away for another minute to take my shoe and pants off my other leg. I had skipped socks this morning in the name of fashion so I was one hundred percent nude and one hundred percent vulnerable. It had my mind racing so that I could barely concentrate on his cock.

Deep down I was hoping to leave with him and fuck at his place or mine, or his car or anywhere really. I think I would have accepted him fucking me while I’m pushed halfway into a dumpster or over a trash can.

I felt his hand on my thigh as I focused on sucking his cock. His hand moved between my legs to rub my ass moving quickly to tease my hole. I moaned when his cock was deep in my mouth hoping he would know I liked it. I felt a lubricated finger slip in. Fuck, it felt so good but truly made me want more. I pushed back against it squeezing as tight as I could. I was rewarded with a second finger. He pumped them for a minute before I felt empty. He had pulled them out.

I continued dutifully blowing him. His cock filled my mouth perfectly. I felt his hand on my hip this time. It felt sexy but something was different. His fingers were pointing the opposite direction. It was hot but I didn’t know what was he was trying. I thought he had turned his hand around somehow. My satisfaction returned when I felt fingers again in my ass, sliding in and out. I went at his cock again massaging it as best I could with my tongue. Then I felt fingers at my entrance again. Turned on more I pushed back onto them and doubled down on his cock.

I felt him sticking his thumb in me. I pushed back but quick realized that it wasn’t a thumb. It wasn’t a finger. It was a cock. Someone’s dick. A different guy’s penis. Where did he come from? No one was close to us before. I pulled forward freaking out that it was an unknown cock probably not properly sheathed. That was enough. I wanted to be fucked and at this point anonymous was ok but I had to get a condom on it. Just as I started twisting around to get a condom out of my pants which were now on the floor the guy I was sucking grabbed my head and slammed it back down on his cock. It was so sudden it made me choke a bit. I pulled back and was quickly brought back to the base of his cock. I was held firmly still, holding my breath while his cock blocked my throat. Slowly he allowed me to start the blow job again.

I was able to concentrate on the cock in my mouth again just as I felt the head of the cock behind me pop in my ass, just stretching my ring and waiting for more. Conflicted, the cock in my mouth felt wonderfully satisfying but the cock poking into my ass was bare, skin on skin. And I wanted nothing more than to push back and take the whole thing in. Fuck, it felt so good but I didn’t want the risk.

The guy in my mouth moaned and started bucking his hips. I focused on him while trying not to take the cock in my ass. I tried to squat down so I could get away from the bare cock that was trying to get in my ass the rest Adapazarı Escort of the way. I immediately found I wasn’t going to be able to change anything for as long as this guy was fucking my face like a madman. I concentrated on taking the mouth fucking until he stopped, holding my head down on him. He screamed out as his orgasm hit and started cumming in my mouth. I felt it shoot hitting the back of my mouth and running down on my tongue. I swished it around my mouth enjoying the silky feel.

I swallowed my reward as well as I could. I was seriously getting railed by the guy behind me. He was holding my hips tightly as he fucked me bare. Fuck, it felt so good stretching me while his low hanging balls swung and slapped against mine. I had to get a condom on him though. I milked the cock in my mouth to get all of his cum. He pushed me off when he had enough and stood up bumping my head firmly out of his way. Fucking rude but I liked being reminded of my place, being his proper cocksucker good only for his pleasure and satisfaction.

I had started becoming aware again of the guy fucking me from behind because I needed to attempt to cover his cock. I started to stand up straight and turn around just as another guy took the place in the chair in front of me. The guy that I had just blown had left and a new cock shiny from precum was waiting for me.

Just then the mystery guy fucking me twisted me back using my hips before pushing me back down to the cock in front of me. New guy’s cock was shoved in my face so I took it in. I started working it, hoping that when the time came I would feel the cock pull out of my ass and squirt on my back. I got into a rhythm taking the cock deep in my mouth when my ass was fullest. The sensation was wonderful and I was close to coming.

Without warning the guy fucking my ass stopped. I felt him start to throb deep in my ass. Fuck, it felt so good it pushed me over the edge and I came too. I squirted my cum on the chair I was kneeling on. It was a moment of bliss when the cock in my mouth started cumming too. I milked as much cum from him as I could while I felt the cock slip from my ass.

I was alone only for a moment when he stood up and left. I felt the mystery man’s cum run from my asshole and down my leg. Fuck, it felt sexy and slutty. As I caught my breath another man sat in front of me and pulled his cock out. I went down to suck my third cock today. The mushroom head on this guy’s thick cock felt great sliding in my mouth, trying to wedge its way down my throat. I started a slow, sloppy blow job on him when I felt hands on me from behind. I should have known this would happen. It was my fault again for leaving my ass exposed. Before I could react this new cock slammed deep into me from behind. It sent waves of pleasure through me when I felt mystery guy number two’s hips tight against my butt cheeks. My face was being held down making it impossible to turn and get a condom on the new guy. I couldn’t even see what he looked like either. Fuck, it felt so good like it was though.

I pushed back to enjoy that cock for a bit and worked on making the cock in my mouth cum. I thought if he came I would be able to turn around and get the cock barebacking me out before it squirted its load. I put all my efforts into it. I massaged it with my tongue on every stroke and took it in as deep as I could get it. It was working too. He was moaning and grinding in time with me. I kept up my efforts until I felt his head swell. He stiffened as he leaned back further in the seat. He started cumming and I was ready to take it. I swirled this load around my mouth too as he gave it to me. I savored it while milking as much out of him as I could get.

Before I could move, the second guy to take me from behind came. I heard him vocalizing it as he slowly pumped his cock in me a few last times. Fuck, it felt so satisfying to have him add to the first load in me. I was Serdivan Escort stretched tight around him. He finished quicker than I was expecting otherwise I think I could have gotten a condom on him. They both quickly left and I was alone bent over kneeling with one knee sideways on the seat leaning on the arm. My ass was still exposed and leaking cum down to the floor. I needed something more though. I was on the verge of coming again when they had finished.

Before I could sit another guy came and sat in front of me. He released his cock from his pants and sat back. I turned toward him to face his cock. I took it in my mouth enjoying the soft, silky skin sliding against my lips and tongue. I kept my ass low to protect it from any more naked cocks. I was in heaven with another cock to suck on and was happy to also know what this guy looked like. Of the five previous cocks in me tonight I only saw the face of the first man.

I felt hands behind me again holding my hips. Whoever it was, was strong. He lifted me up to level my ass with his cock. I had to support myself before I fell face first on the floor. When I did he moved closer aligning his cock with my hole. Fuck, it felt so good just tempting me, waiting at my entrance. Fuck I needed it. I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back on it. He took the hint and slid into me. Just the head stretched me tight causing some pain. He was definitely bigger than the previous ones. I held still waiting to adjust. Mystery guy three didn’t wait though. He slowly and steadily pushed in balls deep. And he was thick. Thick enough that I screamed from the burning pain he caused. He didn’t hear me. I was muffled by the cock in my mouth. As much as I tried I couldn’t get my head off this cock to tell him to wait. I was off balance still and held down luckily able to breathe even if it was just barely.

Then he started fucking me. I relaxed as much as I could. I knew that I could take it, I just had to adjust. It dominated my senses completely. For a moment I vaguely felt the other guy start fucking my mouth. He could do whatever he wanted, I was overwhelmed with the cock taking over my body from behind. I tried to catch my breath but it was challenging through my nose. I started slowly coming back to my senses. His pounding rhythm was moving my whole body. It was performing all the motion needed for me to make the cock in my mouth come. And come it did. I tried to suck all the cum from it. I hate wasting it and making a mess. I don’t know how well I did before he left.

I finally was able to totally adjust and I could really enjoy being fucked by mystery guy three’s thick cock slipping skin on skin in me. His balls slapped on mine each time he bottomed out in me. His hips pressed on me. His fingertips dug hard into my hips controlling my every move. I felt sweat start to drip from him onto my lower back. Each drop slowly ran down adding to my sensory overload. Fuck, it started feeling better than really good. Each time he hit bottom his hips pressed on me, his balls touched mine and I got closer to coming. I heard him grunting with each thrust. I knew he must have been close. I couldn’t stop if I tried. He had pushed me forward enough that my own cock touched the arm between the seats. It was enough to trigger my own orgasm. It was overpowering. My cock started shooting out pulse after pulse of cum. Some hit my chin and face as I tried balancing myself. My ass had gripped him triggering his cum. I felt him slam in and hold me tight to him. His cock pulsed, squirting his cum deep into me. It seemed to go on for minutes before his cock started to shrink. When he was satisfied he pulled out and left.

I sat to take a bit of time to think about what just happened. I sat, still naked, cum leaking from me, my breathing ragged. I slowly recovered. A few minutes later yet another man sat next to me. We made eye contact. I recognized him as the guy I walked in with.

“Nice show.” He said.

“Thanks. Glad you liked it.”

“Want to get out of here?” He asked.

“Yes, let’s go.”

I dressed and we headed out. We spent the weekend together. Fuck the work I should have been doing, this was worth it. I will try to get the weekend story up soon.

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Don’s eyes fluttered open to view the blue-green mural of their canvas tent. Pressed against the thin coverlet, his piss hardon ached for relief. He stretched, yawned loudly and picked up his boxers with splotches of dried semen. He’d slept with eerie dreams but the activity with Tom last night was no dream.

Morning sunlight filtered down through a canopy of thick branches. Don scurried through the tent flaps and immediately inhaled the wonderful, strong smell of coffee. Preceded by the towering flagpole, Don walked past his friend and wizzed mightily behind a huge, gray boulder.

Tom squatted near the small fire and peered at Don’s naked form returning. A yellow hand towel draped over one beefy shoulder, a white dab of shaving foam lingered near an earlobe.

“Hey. Good morning sleepyhead.” Wearing only a pair of cut-off blue jeans, Tom stood and poured java into the nearby mug for his friend. Don took the proffered brew.

“Hey. Umm…Tom. Are we…you know…cool about last night? I mean…umm…” Don stammered.

“Hell yeah. No problems with this boy…”Tom winked. Don’s spirits soared. All things accepted. He stretched his long fingers toward the sky and felt like beating his chest a la Tarzan.

After breakfast they loaded the canoe, packed a lunch and jostled along the two mile dirt road to a secluded, serene lake. Grabbing the fishing gear, Don maneuvered the sleek craft away from shore. The sun was warm and a small breeze assisted Don’s paddling, Tom being intent on trolling and testing the waters’ depth.

“Let’s head for that cove over there. To the right.” Tom suggested. Lost in the majesty of the wilderness, Don didn’t care which direction they took. Tall oaks gave a respite from the heat and about thirty yards off shore Tom dropped the concrete Sakarya Escort anchor. Don really wanted to jump into the inviting lake but was content drowning a few worms.

An hour passed and after only a few nibbles, “Hey that sand bar looks shallow enough, I’d really like to swim. What do you think?” Tom grunted okay and pulled up the weight. Fifteen minutes later the canoe’s underside hissed over the clean gravel area that curved and stretched around the pond’s eastern end.

Don stored the cooler under a tall maple and quickly stripped. He ran naked into the clear, spring fed lake. Breaking the smooth surface, he dove several feet, testing the chilly depths and swam energetically. Much of the bottom was covered with a carpet of leaves but returning to the tapered edge, Don’s feet touched down onto friendly, warmer sands.

“Hey! The water’s great!” Don yelled to Tom who was casting a lure towards an half submerged tree trunk.

“Yeah. In a minute nature boy.” Tom smiled, staring at his nude friend standing up to his knees in the rippling surface. Don plopped onto the spread towel and tingled with the moment. Bare-ass in the secluded woods, soaking up sun and away from civilization. He heard the slight sound of a zipper and looked to see Tom’s white ass headed towards the water.

“Holy shit…it’s cold.” Tom whined then boldly dove under the surface. Don watched long tanned arms glide effortlessly along the top. He pivoted and easily swam back. Gasping, Tom’s soaked nudeness eased onto the large beach towel.

“Man. This place is so neat. Like heaven.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.” Don agreed. Tom moved his leg. Their knees and thighs touched. A bird squawked somewhere across the lake and a breeze softly rustled the tree tops. They Adapazarı Escort absorbed the peace.

“Hey. I need to ask you something.”

“Sure. Anything.” Don murmured.

“Did you…you know…last night. Mean what you were saying? You know…the things you were saying…about my cock. I…umm…really like that. it’s a real turn on…” Don turned over into his side. Tom relaxed on his back, hands behind head, staring at the blue sky.

“Yeah. Of course I did. Your cock…wow…is shaped great. You get so hard and I really, really like the foreskin. So sexy.” Don stared at the dark, wet locks of hair. Tom’s muscular frame. How could he not like Tom’s easy going manner? Drawn into the moment, he knew what to do.

Leaning over, Don swabbed the tip of his tongue against Tom’s nipple startling him momentarily. He closed his lips around the teat, delicately using his teeth. Tom sighed, “Mmm…I like that nature boy.”

Don’s hand roamed down over Tom’s chest, taut stomach and lewdly grasped his hardening penis. He stroked the member, feeling the incredible surge and cupped Tom’s ball sack, tight and shriveled from the cold water. Inviting the warm caress, Tom opened his legs.

Maneuvering down the towel, Don’s mouth closed around the tip of Tom’s swollen cock. His taste was clean and manly and he eagerly licked the spongy glans. Don pursed his lips against the mushroom and jacked the loose skin up and down. Saliva dribbled onto his fingers, moistening the shaft. Tom groaned delightfully and moved his quivering hips upward.

Don’s fingers encircled the base and tightened subtly. Tom’s 7 inch cock towered at full attention, glistening in the sunlight. He pulled the foreskin back and forth, enthralled with its erotic, elastic feel.

“God. Serdivan Escort You get so hard! Love this extra layer of skin. Your cock is…beautiful. Thick blue veins. So hard…so beautiful…” Don kissed along the throbbing pole, lapping the masculine underside.

“You…you like my cock…ohh…” Tom muttered.

Mesmerized with the sight of Tom’s glistening flesh, Don hungrily engulfed more than half his erection and nearly gagged from the thick girth. He bobbed up and down, licking and tasting inside his secret sheath. Minutes passed and Don’s jaw began to tire. Don lovingly stroked the saliva coated prick, it’s blood engorged tip dark red.

“Ohh. So close…” Tom sighed. Don used both hands to masturbate Tom’s length. A droplet of clear pre-cum oozed erotically. Don lapped the treat, mouthing the tasty boner and massaged Tom’s back sack.

“Don’t stop…please…don’t…” Don closed his mouth tightly. Suctioning the bulbous head. His fingers pistoned rhythmically and brought his friend to a delirious climax. Tom’s torso tightened and Don tasted the first volley of cum, swallowing impulsively.

“Ohh! Ohh God! Oh-h-h-! Yes-s-s…ohh yes-s-s…!” Tom groaned attempting to stab his prick further into Don’s gullet. Tom’s load of semen was salty, slightly bitter. Don could not possibly take it all, allowing much of it to dribble out of his mouth. He purposely slowed the jacking pace, milking the pulsating cock. Tom writhed, moaning in ecstasy.

“Wow. You came a lot!” Don exclaimed, trying to clear his throat. Large, creamy wads of cum were splattered in Tom’s pubic hair. He lay back spent and gasping from the incredible orgasm. Don smiled from the effort and released his hold on the satisfied cock.

“Shit. It’s hot. I’m going swimming!” Don laughed at the sprawled figure of his friend. He wasn’t going anywhere just yet.

As Don entered the cool water, he held his semi-hard penis and thought of all the things he and Tom could do. He smiled wickedly.

~~ To Be Continued~~

Next: Camping With Tom – Ch.3

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My mind still reeled from the previous night.

Krista had blown me, and I had cum in her mouth. Those were the facts. I had also licked her pussy, and she had cum all over my face. Also the facts. But then she had taken off, and I had let her. Should I have followed her, or was it safe to have let her go?

Most importantly: What came next?

I didn’t sleep much that night. I tried to lay out all of the facts, but none of it seemed right. It all seemed to jumble together on the page. I couldn’t believe that the sexiest girl I knew, Krista, that she might want to get with me.

But it wasn’t just that, I decided. Maybe it once was, back when I saw her filling out her sports bra and yoga shorts. But not anymore. There was passion in what happened last night. I had to speak to her. I knew it. We had to see what would happen.

I got up and went out my door and up to hers, close as they were. I knocked and then it opened immediately and she was there. She was dressed in a sheer nightie and she said nothing. Then she took a step forward.

Suddenly her mouth was on mine and her body pressed against me. This was everything that last night hadn’t been, her body fitting perfectly into me, her breath creeping along to my ear, her kisses at my neck.

Her voice was then at my ear, low and thick with lust.

“Make love to me,” she said. “Fuck me. Fill me. Then we’ll know if this is right or not.” Then her lips returned to mine and our tongues danced together and I bit at her lip and she let a soft moan escape into my mouth. Her hips ground against mine and I felt my dick hardening and she pulled back and then grinned at me and her hand was in the loose boxers I was wearing, wrapped around my cock. She stroked me gently as she continued to kiss me, releasing me only to draw me towards the bed, pulling my cock gently as she led the way.

When we reached her bed, she pushed me back and then pulled my pants down so that my cock was free and hard in the air. She wasted no time. She spat on it, slicking it down with saliva and then taking it in hand to stroke me. She smiled and watched the muddled ecstasy that danced across my face and I couldn’t resist anything anymore and so I relaxed and laid back, all the tension evaporating from my body.

That’s when she took me in her mouth. Whatever last night had been, it was nothing compared to this. She took me first gently, her tongue lapping around my head in slow circles, the flat of it tickling underneath my perineum where it was most sensitive. She quickly slipped her tongue in and out along this tender place, then took me deeper yet into her throat, bringing her nose almost to my pelvis.

She was warm and wet all around and my cock was buried into the back of her throat and I couldn’t yet grasp that this was happening. It was all too fast—it was all too good. So instead of thinking and doubting I just took her head into my hands and thrusted my cock deeper, feeling the way her jaw opened and her tongue stretched its way to my balls. She gagged and I released her head and a great stream of spit stretched Anadolu Yakası Escort from her mouth to my cock and then fell to her reddening chest.

She tore her shirt off then. Or maybe I did, I don’t remember. My cock was throbbing but I didn’t care, I needed her to feel as good as I did. I took her breast in my hand and brought my face to it, licking and slipping my way around her nipple. She buried her hand in my hair and moaned and wriggled her hips against me. She had on thin panties underneath, white ones with little cats dancing across them. They were cute and sexy and I just couldn’t think and all I felt was her against me, warm and moistening and then her legs were around me, and I just kept licking her breast. I kissed my way down her chest, stopping briefly when her hand found my dick. She started jerking it softly, and it felt like the first time ever. Her hand was impossibly soft, impeccably tight. She danced her fingers around my head and twisted her wrist as she rose.

I managed to gain a hold of myself, kissing my way back down to her navel, lower still. Her panties were there and then I took them to the side, paying no heed to them, no interest in removing them. Her clit protruded and I took it in my mouth and then there was ecstasy for us both, a great sigh yawning from her throat. My tongue ate at her, licking up all that was sweet and good from her cunt. My fingers flickered at her entrance like sunlight on tree-beams, and her hand tightened on me, stunned into immobility. I kept going, thrusting my hips in and out of her tight fist, even as I licked her up. Her legs wrapped around my head and pulled me deeper, my fingers exploring upwards to her nipples. They flicked and pulled on them and Krista made yet more noise and for a moment we were content.

Then she released my cock and took my head in her hands and kissed me, the kind of kiss where you draw into another person, where you feel them deeply and then your brain ceases and all you feel is yourself, for you and them are one and that must be love, that sweet elusive thing. Or is it illusive? Either way, you know it’s that, even if you can’t describe it, and then suddenly I’m inside her, my cock has been taken in hand and brought to her and then it’s in her and she’s biting at my neck and wrapping her legs around me, and she’s soft, so soft, and we’re in her sheets and the bed moans gently to match our own guttural cries and there is nothing but each other.

I thrust into her, each push matched by an aching pull, a tightness that threatens to bring me to a point of no return. I don’t want this to end, I don’t want to cum. She moans back into my mouth and rotates herself to be on top of me. She slaps her body against mine, her pussy gripping my dick as she rides me. My hands find her ass, then her hips. They do nothing more than guide her, for I am hers and she is mine and I know nothing other than this moment. I sit up and my mouth is at her breasts again, her soft tits brushing at my lips, hard from my efforts.

I push her back and now I’m on top again, she’s mine and each thrust brings her closer to her own bliss. Her legs wrap around me and now I’m trapped, teeth at my neck, at my ear. I keep thrusting, and she thrusts her hips back at me. Wet sounds fill the room, timed with our low grunts. It is utterly quiet but my head is filled with a kind of music that sings unceasingly and then my hand is at her clit, rubbing it slowly as I bury my cock to its hilt.

That’s it. It’s too much. I explode inside her and she thrusts eagerly back, driving her hips over me and back to me, milking out everything there is. Everything I gave her is in her, filling her, and my thumb has not stopped its ministrations, for now she cums too, her lip bit to prevent the scream that breaks free anyway, the one that carries itself to a peak, shrill and joyous—

—And then it is gone. We’ve collapsed into one another. My cock is out now, soft and useless. It’s still damp with her juices and I can see the slow trickle of cum that oozes from her pink slit and yet there’s not satisfaction in that, simply the feeling of a breath long held. We lie next to each other and neither speaks. We don’t know what time it is. Moments only exist with us as their witnesses and these have been spent.

Krista finally speaks. “That. . . That was something.”

“Yeah,” I say. “It was.”

“We can’t do it again though.”

“What?”

“It won’t work. We’re roommates, not lovers. It changes the dynamic. It changes everything. I wanted to see what we could have. I owed you that. I owed myself that.”

“But—”

“I love you too much to ruin this. This was great. Let’s just have that memory.”

I pause. “You’re right.” I meant it, too. Relationships are doomed to end, either in separation or death. There’s no pain to come if you never start one.

Then I look at her, naked and beautiful. Her brown eyes incessant. They meet mine and I move over to her and curl against her. My tongue idly caresses her breast and she begins to move, her legs twining together.

“Once more,” I say. “For all the times that will never be.”

She looks at me. She nods. “Once more,” she says.

My hand drifts down to her clit, starts to circle it. She’s still wet from before, and my cock is beginning to harden. This would be different. This wasn’t exploratory. I looked at her and saw the fire in the eyes and knew that as this would be the last, we would do it right. I would fuck her, the way she wanted to be fucked. She would fuck me back. This was how it would be.

My cock is in her hand. She grips me and strokes me and it aches with the pleasure from before and the pleasure yet to come. I’m so hard, and still I feel like I’m hardening. I wrapped my hand around her back and brought her breast close to me and her hand is in my hair and I’m licking away at her, my fingers slipping from her clit to her cunt, my forefinger diving deep into her pussy. My thumb remains at her clit and she moans a deep moan that cuts across my heart and makes me want to weep for all the times that wouldn’t be. I yearn to preserve that sound in my memory, the same way one wishes to preserve a perfect day or a moment of laughter that is doomed to fade through either memory or time or illness.

I’ve had enough. Enough of waiting. I push her onto her back and she looks at me with a kind of panicked hunger and she spreads her legs for me and I waste no time, teasing her lips with my cockhead before plunging everything I am into her. Her legs wrap around me and that sweet tightness, that warmth, everything she is grips me and holds me and I don’t want to be hold, I want to fuck, I want to feel, I want Krista and I want her to know that I want her. I pin her arms back against the sheets, and I begin to thrust my hips into her rhythmically, faster and faster.

This time, her legs don’t wrap around me. Instead they spread, wider and wider. She pulls at me, beckoning me to go deeper, and I can feel my orgasm building in me, the tidewater rushing out before the tsunami hits. I’m not ready. This can’t be over. I pull her mouth into mine for a kiss and then before I get there, I pull out, flip her around. Her ass is in the air and her back is arced and I can see how perfectly round it is. She backs up into me and my cock is in her pussy again, and I fuck her doggy-style, the way an ass like that should be fucked. Her cheeks bounce as she slams back against me, for she’s fucking me too, she needs this as badly as I do.

I take her hips in my hand. I slap her ass and watching the way the redness spreads across. She tightens when I do it. Her pussy grips me more and I can tell that it’s coming, that whatever we were and are is about to end.

“I’m gonna cum,” I say. It’s all I can say.

“Hold on,” she says. “I’m nearly there.”

So I keep fucking her, bending my frame over her so that I can reach around and play with her breasts. I kiss the back of her neck and pull her hair and I can feel her hand dancing against her clit as I fuck her, she’s trying to get herself off with my cock buried in her and then I can feel her tensing—tensing—

“I’m gonna cum,” she cries, and then it begins, she’s cumming on my dick and she’s bouncing against me even faster and it’s too much so even as she’s still cumming, I pull my cock out of her and cum shoots across her ass, onto the small of her back, running down across every smooth part of her. She keeps twitching, even with my cum on her back. She’s not done yet. She cries softly and her eyes squint shut as she shakes.

Finally, she comes to the end.

“That was good,” she says. “That was really good.”

“It was.”

“You understand why we can’t keep up like this, though, right?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m not gonna jeopardize it either.”

“Good. I don’t want you to think it wouldn’t be great. I think it’d be amazing.”

“Me, too.”

I get up from the bed. I can’t cuddle this time. I walk past her discarded clothes, picking up my own as I go. I exit the room silently and close the door shut behind me. I walk down the hallway, still naked, to the back of the place. There’s a patio door that stretches across the back wall. It’s raining out. I watch the rain for a while. It falls in the quiet way, the way it does when there is neither a storm nor sun expected any time soon.

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