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Reverend Amos HandenpantzFirst Purgatorian Church5521 Cowherd StreetEverheart, NDDear Reverend Handenpantz:I would like to thank you very much for your recent pastoral visit to my home after the unexpected death of my husband, Walter Ferguson. I had a wonderful life with Walter, and his tragic death left me empty inside. Without the support of my church and my community, I do not know how I would survive.When we were bursa escort in my kitchen, and I was bending over to take that apple pie from the oven, and then felt you behind me lifting my dress, sliding your hand inside my panties, and cupping my vagina in your hand, it was almost as if Walter was back with me. He had done that a thousand times, and being there again, bent over in altıparmak escort the kitchen with a man’s hand in my panties, told me that life does go on.When we knelt to pray in the living room and you put your arm around me and then put your hand inside my blouse and fondled my breasts, it took me back to when I first met Walter and he used to feel me up like that in the görükle escort hayloft on the farm. You rose from prayer, and I stayed on my knees, and I asked if I could suck your dick the way I used to do to Walter and you agreed, and had a cock in my mouth again for the few minutes it took to get you off, made my loneliness bearable.After coming in my mouth, you pulled off my panties, put me in Walter’s La-Z-Boy, and buried your face in my private place, and, for just a moment I was free of grief. Walter used to do me that way until I writhed like a fresh-caught trout on the bottom of a boat and you were every bit his equal. Even today, days later the very thought of your tongue down there makes me tingle.

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We met online some time ago. I advertised my services as a disciplinarian. She said she was a brat that needed to be tamed. We met at a coffee shop to discuss it and she definitely said she had a little bit of a bratty side to her, but really she just needed someone to hold her accountable for behaviors she wanted to correct, and I agreed.I’ve punished her pretty regularly with OTK hand spankings, but occasionally I’ve used my extensive collection of paddles, straps, canes, and rods. She has a safe-word, of course, but she’s only ever used it once to stop a session. I’d like to believe I have her limits pretty well internalized.But my biggest challenge with her was when she came to me and admitted that she had gone out drinking with friends and drove herself home. I told her in no uncertain terms that that was unacceptable and that I was going to have to give her a very severe punishment. I told her I would get back to her as to what my sentence would be.I let her stew for a bit, and then I designed a fairly severe caning for her. First, she would have a lengthy OTK warm-up spanking (I’ve learned that with her she can’t take severe implements without a warm-up first). Then I would give her sixty strokes with my delrin canes. The bursa escort first fifty would be given as ten groups of five given quickly. The last ten would be given individually. I have two delrin canes – the less severe one is about the diameter of a pencil and is fairly flexible. I decided the first four groups would be given with that. My more severe one is twice that thick and is fairly stiff. All of the remaining forty would be given with that one.We met at our usual rendezvous. We always start our sessions with a conversation. It starts light – I let her control that part of the conversation. We go over how her day has gone – completely ignoring the elephant in the room. Eventually, the topic of the hour comes up.In this case, I told her how serious impaired driving was and how bad a turn her life would take if she had been caught by the police – or even worse had wrecked her car or hurt herself or someone else. She agreed that what she did was wrong and I assured her that I hoped her punishment would dissuade her from making a similar foolish choice in the future.I told her to stand and kick off her shoes and she did so.It is my practice to strip her clothes off of her. I am pretty sure that as a grown görükle escort woman, she finds this process completely mortifying. I start with her shirt – often it’s a T-shirt (she doesn’t dress up as she knows how this is going to go down anyway). I pull that up from her waist and she raises her hands. I can see her downcast eyes and sometimes I hear just the tiniest whimper as the shirt comes up over her head and her hair spills out. Her breasts come into view, encased in (usually) a simple bra.I bid her turn around and I undo the clasps on it and it slips off her shoulders. I turn her around and I conspicuously take them in (again, to maximize her embarrassment). I’ve never asked her size, but I think they’re probably D cups. They’re just a bit more than a handful and her nipples are quite large. The cool air of the room stiffens them instantly.Next, I go down to one knee to address her pants. She usually has on a pair of jeans and I unsnap the waist and unzip them and tug them down to her ankles. She helpfully lifts one foot and then the other while I pull them past her feet. I turn away and add them to the growing pile of her clothing and then turn back.At this point, my eyes are directly in front of bursa escort bayan her crotch and I’m pretty sure she feels as if my gaze would burn a hole right above the notch of her sex. I reach to the sides of her hips, take the waist of her panties and whisk them right down to her ankles and she steps each foot up to get out of them. Her hairless crotch with the adorable chink pointing the way to her pussy is in full view.Having gone through the usual procedure to disrobe her, I stood up and took a seat on the edge of the bed. I beckoned her over my lap. As always, her face betrayed her nervousness, but her feet carried her over to my right side and she put herself in place. I patted her bottom twice and without any warning began a speedy fusillade of hard spanks randomly distributed about both her bottom cheeks.She gave vent to her reaction in a series of exclamations (I have yet to make her cry, but I think she would not let things go that far before she tapped-out) and squirmed a bit. I generally spank very fast – at least two spanks per second, and this was no exception. I went on for a good couple of minutes before stopping for a brief break. She lay over my lap panting. Her bottom was not the same color it was moments ago, and as I patted it, it felt warm to the touch.The respite was brief before I began again and once again her voice joined the sound of the applause on her posterior. This sequence repeated twice more before I decided her bottom was sufficiently warmed up.

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It was about 8:30 in the evening, and Kyle and Sammy had just finished eating a light dinner in their apartment. The two boys were both 18-year-old freshmen in a small private engineering college new New York City. There were roommates, jointly renting a tidy two-bedroom apartment a few blocks from campus.

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Both boys were gay and both still deeply in the closet, not having had any experiences with other boys yet. They were also secretly in love with each other, but neither one knew of the other’s feelings.

They came from very different backgrounds and met essentially by chance.

Kyle was a tall and muscular massively built black boy who grew up in one of the roughest neighborhoods of Detroit, surrounded by poverty, violence and crime. At 18 years of age Kyle stood 6’7” tall, heavily muscled, and even beefy. He weighed about 210 pounds, all of it hard lean muscle, with not an ounce of fat. In middle and high school Kyle played basketball, and got extremely good at it. From the sixth grade he also started running and weight training, and by the time he entered college he was in superb physical form. Everybody in high school thought that Kyle would get into a good college on a basketball scholarship, and maybe even end up playing in the NBA. Assuming, that is, that he won’t end up in prison or dead first.

However, Kyle had other ideas. He knew that he was good at basketball and maybe could even make a career out of it, but basketball was never his true passion. Kyle had a sharp and inquisitive mind, and really enjoyed school work, even though his school did not offer much in the way of real education. He particularly enjoyed science and math, with was even more unusual. In his spare time Kyle had read most of the physics and math books that their high school library had, and did quite a bit of reading from the internet. He was determined to use his brain rather than his muscle to get ahead in life. Kyle got a few snarky comments from some of the black kids in school about him trying to do the “white thing” on account of his studiousness. But, in view of Kyle’s imposing and intimidating physical presence and his status as an athlete, nobody had the nerve to try to seriously mess with him and he was mostly left alone. Kyle realized pretty early on, by the age of around 12, that he was gay. He decided to stay in the closet, knowing that as a big black guy, he was fully expected to project a hyper-masculine heterosexual macho image. Kyle was already getting some flak for being so academically oriented, and he did not want to break another social taboo by coming out as gay. Even his parents, who were both civil service workers for the city, did not now. The decision to say in the closet through high school compounded Kyle’s isolation. He developed a reserved and somewhat introverted personality, even though deep inside he was a softie and a hopeless romantic. Kyle tried to ignore the gang and drug violence plaguing his neighborhood and to concentrate fully on his school work and on staying fit. His perceived aloofness actually made it easier for Kyle to stay out of trouble. From his early teens Kyle shaved his head completely bald, and he shaved all of his other facial hair too, preferring a clean smooth look. He had dark deep brown eyes and a very dark skin that sometimes got him mistaken for a recent African immigrant.

Kyle aced his SATs, which, together with his math and science competitions participation, landed him a full scholarship in a fancy private engineering college in the New York City area.

Kyle was really looking forward to college. He was hoping to finally explore being gay and wanted to experience some of New York’s gay scene as well. Kyle was one of the few black students on campus, and he noticed, with quiet bemusement, that quite a few of other students and people in the neighborhood reacted with obvious fear to his towering imposing figure.

Sam, or Sammy as he was known to his close friends, came from a totally different background. He was a small Asian boy, of mixed Vietnamese and Filipino ancestry. On his mom’s side, Sam’s grandparents immigrated to the U.S. from Vietnam at the end of the Vietnam War. Sam’s dad was a first generation immigrant, who came to the U.S. from Philippines to pursue a medical degree and later settled in Connecticut. Sam’s mom run a successful Vietnamese restaurant, and his dad worked as a doctor in a local clinic. Whereas Kyle was the only child, Sam had two younger siblings, ten-year-old fraternal twins Judy and Jeremy. Sam was a small, slender and almost skinny kid, standing at 5’5” tall and weighing about 120 pounds. He had short spiky black hair and almond shaped bright amber eyes, which were his most striking feature. Sammy had milky smooth creamy skin of warm golden complexion. Like Kyle, Sammy realized that he was gay at a pretty early age, and he also decided to stay in the closet. His mom had rather conservative family ideas, and Sammy knew that he was expected to marry a respectable girl and to father several kids.

Unlike Kyle, Sammy dealt with his sexual insecurity by developing an extroverted and even gregarious disposition. His sharp tongue sometimes got him into trouble, but mecidiyeköy escort Sammy also had a warm, open, kind and generous personality and was generally well liked by the other kids in school.

To his father’s delight, Sammy quickly developed a strong interest in sciences and excelled at school academically. Hid teachers thought that he was a math genius, and he probably was. Sammy’s dad would have preferred for him to also pursue a medical career, but engineering seemed like a solid and respectable alternative. Sammy got into college easily, on a partial scholarship, taking into account his parents substantial combined income.

While being mostly concentrated on his studies, Sammy did a bit of gymnastics as a kid, and later in middle and high school he became quite a serious swimmer. He really loved swimming, and the sight of many fit and cute boys in the showers was a secret added bonus. Swimming kept Sammy’s body slim and nicely toned, with firm and lean although not massive muscles. Like Kyle, Sammy was very much looking forward to exploring gay life while in college, and he desperately wanted to finally have sex with a boy.

In the summer before their first semester as freshmen, Kyle found a nice and tidy two-bedroom apartment on the top floor of a three-story building a few blocks away from campus. Kyle posted an ad looking for a roommate, and Sammy was the second person who responded. Both boys were immediately attracted to each other. When Kyle saw Sammy’s trim graceful figure, bright amber eyes and a broadly smiling face, he knew right away that he wanted this boy as a roommate, a friend and maybe something more. Sammy, on his part, immediately felt week-kneed and aroused when he saw Kyle’s massive tall muscular frame. Sammy had a secret fetish for black guys, and to him Kyle looked like an epitome of male beauty and perfection.

The two boys rented the apartment together and started their college life as roommates. Although their personalities were quite different, Kyle and Sammy quickly became good friends. They both enjoyed fitness without being too interested in the competitive side of sports. They often run together in the mornings before school. Kyle taught Sammy how to shoot hoops, and Sammy got Kyle somewhat interested in swimming. Both boys turned out to be health food fanatics. They had frequent spirited discussions about nutrition and often cooked together. Kyle and Sam also discovered that they both liked classical music and both were huge fans of Bach. They went together to several concerts in New York City, each boy secretly thinking that it was “almost a date.” Both Kyle and Sammy also really liked animals. The apartment they rented belonged to an older woman living nearby who owned several cats. She told them that they could get a cat if they wanted to, and the boys jumped at they idea. They went to a local animal shelter and adopted a tiny grey tabby kitten whom they called Dusty. Playing with Dusty and taking care of him became one of the boys’ favorite activities. Sammy was happy to see that interacting with Dusty brought out the warm, gentle, tender and compassionate side from the usually reserved Kyle. Sammy really dug that, he dug that very much. Over the first two months of living together the boys’ friendship grew, as did their attraction to each other. Each was too scared to act on his feelings, afraid of rejection and of ruining their friendship. And yet each was the object of the other one’s jack-off fantasies and secret longing. By the middle of the first semester both Kyle and Sammy were desperately in love with each other, and yet blinded by fear to the other one’s feelings.

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After a delicious dinner that they cooked and ate together, Kyle was sitting at the computer in the living room, working on his calculus homework. He was wearing a white A-shirt and very short athletic running shorts, intending to go for a run later. But there was one particularly stubborn differentiation problem where he still could not get the answer right, and the online grading program kept rejecting his responses.

“Damn it, why isn’t it working!” Kyle exclaimed in frustration.

Sammy, who had been sitting on the sofa, playing with Dusty and trying to read a book, looked up.

“Do you need help, buddy?” he asked.

“Yeah, maybe. I just can’t figure out this calculus problem!” Kyle answered.

Sammy put down the book and walked to Kyle, standing behind him. Sammy had taken some advanced math classes while still in high school and he got credit for this calculus course so that he did not have to take it again.

He leaned towards the screen next to Kyle.

“Ok, show me,” Sammy said.

“Thanks, man, I much appreciate it! Here it is, take a look.”

Sammy, being quite a math wiz, quickly saw what the issue was and he explained to Kyle what to do there. Kyle followed Sammy’s directions and quickly got the right answer.

“Finally, it works! Thanks again, kiddo!” Kyle exclaimed.

“Kiddo? I am two months older than you!” Sammy pouted jokingly.

“I am just kidding, bro, you know that, right?” Kyle said.

“Sure, bud, I know,” Sammy responded. “Let me take a look istanbul escort at the other problems in your homework, I am now kind of curious.”

Sammy remained standing behind Kyle, peering at the screen. Rather absent-mindedly, and without realizing that he was doing it, Sammy started lightly massaging Kyle’s massive muscular shoulders.

A prolonged silence followed with Kyle quietly enjoying Sammy’s massage.

“Ah, that feels good,” Kyle finally sighed.

Sammy had just realized what he was doing and turned deep red, blushing profusely.

“Oh, sorry, man, I didn’t …,” he started to apologize.

“Sammy man, that really feels very good, please continue,” Kyle interrupted.

Sammy went back to massaging Kyle’s shoulder’s and back, now fully focused on this task.

From his years as a swimmer, Sammy learned how to do massage pretty well, and he now concentrated on making Kyle feel good. Sammy was also quickly getting aroused. He was finally touching the boy he had been in love with for months, inhaling Kyle’s musky smell, relishing the feel of his powerful pliant muscles moving under the young smooth dark chocolate skin. Sammy’s hands now alternated between massaging and caressing Kyle’s flesh, also furtively drawing lower and lower along the bigger boy’s chest.

Kyle’s eyes were closed and he was leaning back in the chair. Sammy’s hand gingerly caressed Kyle’s massive right pec.

“Keep going buddy, lower,” encouraged Kyle quietly. Sammy moved his hands lower under Kyle’s A-shirt, caressing the black boy’s six-pack stomach. Similar to Sammy, Kyle was feeling in seventh heaven as well. He lusted for Sammy for months, and was ecstatic to finally get close to him. Kyle savored the feeling of gentle caresses of the smaller boy’s delicate cool hands. Both boys were now seriously boned up and breathing heavily.

Kyle noticed Sammy’s hands start to move back up, and Kyle realized that the wonderful moment of physical closeness he was enjoying so much was about to pass. Kyle was not about to let that happen. “Now or never!” Kyle thought to himself.

With a sudden movement he reached behind himself, turned, grabbed Sammy and pulled him quickly to sit on Kyle’s knees. Before Sammy could react, Kyle grabbed Sammy’s face with both hands, gave the Asian boy a deep fiery look of lust and love, and locked his lips on Sammy’s in a passionate hungry kiss.

“Mmm-mmm!” Sammy moaned in a shock and surprise. The boys separated.

Kyle looked into Sammy’s eyes, searching for his reaction, desperately afraid of rejection. Sammy, once he realized what just happened, felt his heart soar and a great weight being lifted from his soul. He grabbed Kyle’s head with both hands, pulled it in and returned Kyle’s kiss with a gusto. Kyle finally felt his fears melting away and the joy of acceptance filling his heart. The boys were still locked in a deep and passionate kiss. Sammy opened his mouth, allowing Kyle’s hot velvety tongue to invade it. Kyle needed no further invitation. His tongue started urgently probing the warm insides of Sammy’s mouth. The boys’ tongues engaged in a sexy dual, and Kyle suckled on Sammy’s, enjoying the smaller boy’s sweet taste. Both boys finally came for air and looked at each other, smiling. They were both boned up by now.

“Oh, wow!” they exclaimed simultaneously.

Fulfilling one of his favorite fantasies, Sammy run his fingers along the surface of Kyle’s bald head, gently stroking its smooth black shiny surface. He then caressed Kyle’s ears and lightly tugged on the black boy’s earlobes. Kyle laughed quietly. He returned the affection by gently caressing Sammy’s face with his long strong fingers. The boys continued to smile at each other happily.

“So, you are?…” asked Sammy.

“Yes, indeed I am! And you?” replied Kyle.

“As a proverbial three-dollar bill!” exclaimed Sammy. They both laughed again. They knew that there would be a time for a long quiet talk later, but now they both wanted to enjoy each other and explore their newfound closeness.

Sammy rested his head on Kyle’s powerful chest, and Kyle hugged the smaller boy, gently stroking Sam’s short spiky black hair. Sammy purred quietly.

“Comfortable?” Kyle inquired with a warm laugh.

“Yes, babe, I am! But we are just getting started!” Sammy replied. He jumped off from Kyle’s lap and pulled Kyle up from his chair.

The boys stood facing each other.

Kyle started to remove his A-shirt but Sammy stopped him.

“Let me do it,” Sammy whispered with uncharacteristic shyness. Kyle raised his arms and Sammy gingerly removed the bigger boy’s A-shirt, removing Kyle’s powerful torso. Sammy touched Kyle’s pecs lightly, and moved his hands down Kyle’s ripped stomach.

Kyle smiled. “Go ahead, buddy,” he encouraged. Sammy slowly pulled down Kyle’s shorts, and Kyle stepped out of them. Kyle was now only wearing a white jock-strap and white socks. His cock already started to harden and produced a large and still growing bulge. Very slowly Sammy reached out and pulled the black boy’s jock-strap down, releasing Kyle’s massive erection. The jock-strap fell to the floor and again Kyle stepped out of it. He was now completely naked, şişli escort except for a pair of white running socks.

“Wow!” Sammy uttered, admiring in awe the magnificent site before him. He had seen Kyle naked a few times, but only for brief instants, and was now savoring this special moment. Sammy slowly reached his hand for Kyle’s cock, but Kyle stopped him.

“My turn,” Kyle said. Kyle peeled off Sammy’s t-shirt, revealing the smaller boy’s smooth lean toned chest. Kyle then unzipped Sammy’s jeans, slowly pulled them down, and had Sammy step out of them. Underneath Sammy was wearing grey briefs, that we hugging tightly his boy package. A small wet spot had already formed at the front of Sammy’s briefs. With a quick and decisive movement, Kyle tugged Sammy’s briefs down to his ankles, revealing the asian boy’s privates. Sammy stepped out of them, and the two boys stood naked in front of each other, except for the socks that each was still wearing.

“You are so beautiful!” they said in unison. They both laughed.

Kyle reached his hand to caress Sammy’s cheek and smiled at him gently.

Sammy’s emotions took over and he jumped in Kyle’s arms, hugging the black boy tightly and wrapping his legs around Kyle’s muscular butt.

“Oh, Kyle!” Sammy cried and buried his face in Kyle’s chest.

“I’ve got you, babe, I’ve got you,” cooed Kyle softly, while hugging the slender naked body of the smaller boy tightly. Sammy raised his face, and the two boys locked their lips in a gentle loving kiss.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long!” breathed out Sammy, tears of happiness and relief welling up in his eyes.

“So did I, babe, so did I,” replied Kyle reassuringly. He softly kissed Sammy’s eyes, cheekbones, forehead, lips, and the nose, still holding the smaller boy tightly. Kyle finally released Sammy and put his feet on the ground. The two boys hugged again, their naked bodies touching together, Kyle’s flaming hot skin pressed against Sammy’s cool creamy one. They both enjoyed this first intimate moment together, Sammy’s face again buried in Kyle’s strong chest. Both boys were now fully erect. Kyle’s cock has swelled to its full 11 inch monster size and pressing against Sammy’s slender stalk.

While still hugging Kyle’s hefty frame, Sammy started bucking his hips up and down, squishing and rubbing his cock against Kyle’s cock, pushing himself into Kyle with more and more urgency and building passion. Both boys were now breathing heavily.

After 15-20 more seconds Kyle cautioned, “Eh, buddy, you’d better slow down or I am going to make a hell of mess.”

Sammy giggled and stopped his humping. “No, you are not, big guy, it is too early for that yet.”

The boys stood facing each other, each holding and slowly jacking the other one’s cock.

Sammy’s right hand could barely close around the circumference of Kyle’s eleven inch monster.

They were both uncut, with plenty of foreskin. Sammy docked their cock-heads, that were each slick with abundant pre-cum now. The head of Sammy’s slender five-incher fit snugly inside Kyle’s giant mushroom, with Kyle’s dark velvety stretched foreskin now completely covering about a third of the smaller boy’s penis. Their piss-slits were pressed together and their love juices were now mixing together in a hot pungent soup. Bothe boys were moaning lightly, enjoying this closeness. Sammy started thrusting his cock forward a bit, fucking the inside of Kyle’s red hot cock-head.

“Look, little Sammy is really happy to meet little Kyle!” Sammy joked.

“‘Little’ Kyle?!” the beefy black boy exclaimed in mock indignation. They both laughed.

While still holding their two cock-heads together, Kyle leaned forward and kissed Sammy deeply.

“Oh, babe!” cried out Sammy when they separated. Sammy took Kyle’s hand and led him to Sammy’s bedroom.

“Now, you sexy beast, I am going to have my way wicked with you!” exclaimed Sammy. He then pushed Kyle on the bed, on his back, and jumped on top of the bigger boy, locking Kyle’s hands above his head.

Sammy attacked Kyle’s body with gusto and ferocity, trying to cover every inch of it with his tongue and lips. He kissed and licked Kyle’s neck, gently chewed on Kyle’s earlobes and then kissed and licked the black boy’s heavily muscled shoulders and massive pecs, suckling and biting his large nipples.

“Aah,” moaned Kyle in pleasure. “Slow down, buddy, we don’t need to rush.”

But Sammy could not slow down. He was possessed by lust, love and desire, finally being able to relish the beautiful body of the boy he had been in love with for so long. Sammy laved each of Kyle’s cleanly shaved armpits, savoring the young musky taste and smell of his lover. Sammy then moved to Kyle’s ripped stomach, bathing the taught muscles with his tongue and licking hard the belly-button, causing Kyle to giggle. Bypassing Kyle’s crotch for now, Sammy kissed his way down Kyle’s powerful thighs and calves, and removed Kyle’s socks freeing up his feet. While sitting on the edge of the bed, Sammy started licking the arch of the sole of Kyle’s right foot and then did the same to the left. Sammy then suckled on Kyle’s toes, from the big toe to the baby one, swirling his tongue around each and biting them lightly. Kyle writhed in pleasure and surprise. Finally Sammy moved in for his main prize. Kyle’s erect cock, now at its full eleven inch length, was lying in Kyle’s stomach pointing upwards and almost reaching Kyle’s pecs.

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My head felt like it was spinning as I made my way to the bar. That kiss with Matt had been, without a doubt, the single most erotic moment in my entire life to date; better than every girl I’d ever slept with. The feeling of his firm body pressed against me, all muscle and power, was entirely different from the soft curves I was more used to. The uncomfortable pressure in my jeans told me beyond any shadow of a doubt that my body had no real objections to the sensation either. All I could think about was the firmness of the kiss, how easily Matt had taken casual control over the experience, how much I’d loved the feeling of being kissed by another man.

When I finally made it to the bar, I saw Matt in the queue with his girlfriend, Kerryn. I was about to head to the other end and avoid the two of them until I could get my thoughts in order but Matt saw me, grinned sheepishly, and waved me over. There was no way I could resist that smile and it’d be weird if I avoided him, so I picked my way through the crowd and joined the two of them.

“Hey! Mad night man,” he shouted over the thudding music, “Kerryn and I were saying we’re probably gonna head off soon, Nathan’s been pissing her off.”

My heart froze for a moment, had Kerryn seen what had just happened? I managed to force a laugh out, and replied, “Heh, yeah man Nathan can be a bit of a dick sometimes, why, what’s he been doing?”

“Oh, the usual, leering over her friends. It makes them uncomfortable.”

I relaxed slightly, my hands which had unconsciously bunched up into fists unclenching. He hadn’t told her and it sounded like she hadn’t seen either. I felt a sudden thump on my back as Nathan jumped into the group, his face plastered with a shit eating grin. We usually got on pretty well, but Nathan was a gossip and the look on my face told me he’d be sticking his oar in and messing things up.

“Soooo,” he said, “how you two love birds doing?”

Kerryn blushed, “aww, not too bad thanks for asking!”

He winked at Matt, “I wasn’t exactly talking about you and Matt, Kerryn…” his voice trailed off meaningfully as he cocked an eyebrow at me.

She looked confused, “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Did you not see your boyfriend making out with Jake on the dancefloor Kerryn? They were really going for it too!”

I’d never hated someone as much as I hated Nathan at that moment.

It seemed Matt had similar thoughts on the matter. Scowling at Nathan, he tousled his hair casually and then draped an arm around Kerryn’s shoulders, “Just a bit of fun babe, Nathan here thought it’d be funny to dare us to play gay chicken, just turned out neither of us lost”

I couldn’t help but feel a little deflated. I’m not sure what other reaction I’d expect Matt to have in the circumstances, but he was certainly convincing in his dismissal of the kiss as nothing important. My eyes were glued to his face, searching for any sign that he was in any way affected by what had happened, concern, affection, anything. But all I could see was a rueful grin on his face as he steered the conversation away from the topic of the kiss. It was artfully done really, a quick mention of some attractive girl on the dancefloor was all it took to make Nathan start babbling on about all the people he had been chatting up all night. I took a kind of sadistic pleasure in pointing out that he’d been pretty miserably unsuccessful.

A few shots later I was feeling pepped again. Matt and Kerryn made their excuses and headed for the door, leaving me stuck with Nathan and the other guys. I actually managed to supress most of my confusion for a good couple of hours, dancing mindlessly with the group and doing my best not to think at all. As the alcohol made its way through my system my focus became fuzzier and fuzzier and the next thing I knew I was grinding against some girl. My hands grabbed her waist and span her around, filled with a sudden burning need to reassert my masculinity in some way in front of my friends. Pulling her close, I felt her wrap her arms around my back as I leant in for a kiss.

Her lips were soft, pliable, and yielded easily before my tongue. But I felt no spark. There was no thrill, no rush of excitement. There was nothing bad about the kiss, it was just completely underwhelming and my brain couldn’t help but make comparisons. Her curves were nice, but they weren’t firm or powerful. Her lips were soft, but they didn’t make me give in to them. Her grip was warm, but it didn’t make me feel complete and safe. When the kiss finished I sighed, and excused myself saying I needed the bathroom.

Instead I decided to bail on the whole thing, wrestling my way through the crowd to the door without stopping to tell the others I was going. I needed the air, I needed the room to breathe, to think.

“Am I gay now?” I mumbled to myself as I wandered up the road home, “I mean, I’ve enjoyed sex with women before. But that kiss…”

The turmoil in my thoughts kept me occupied so much that I barely noticed the walk home, stumbling into my room and slamming the door shut. I stripped bursa escort off, grabbed my laptop, and jumped into bed. Usually my next step when I got into bed would be to put some shitty porn on and jerk myself off until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Tonight as I browsed to my favourite porn site, I watched my cursor stray over to the gay tab, clicking on the first video that I saw. The scene was oddly touching, two ripped guys wandering down the beach hand in hand, before starting to make out.

The actual sex scene was pretty hot, and my dick responded to it quickly, getting hard in seconds. The top started by stripping slowly, then he took the other guy in his mouth, starting slow but building speed quickly. I was amazed at how deeply he could take it, how eager he seemed to be. As he was sucking him, he worked first one finger into the bottom’s hole, then another, then another. The look on the bottom’s face was one of pain intermingled with absolute ecstatic pleasure. I couldn’t help but stroke myself, even tasting my own precum as I leaked at the fiery scene on my scree. Then they got to fucking, it was raw, animalistic. I beat myself in time with the tops powerful thrusts, and a low moan escaped my mouth as I watched the bottom explode in a shuddering orgasm without having once touched himself. I could see the top was getting close, so I sped up, reaching my climax at the same time as he pulled out and shot ropes of cum over the bottom. I was gasping for breath, it was the hottest porn I’d ever seen. Post-orgasm, the usual lethargy set in, combining with the alcohol-tiredness, and I fell asleep in minutes.

*****

The next few days were strange to say the least. The morning after ‘The Kiss’ (as my brain had started to call it, capitals and all) I had tried to find Matt to talk things over, but he was nowhere to be found and he wouldn’t answer any of my texts. It wasn’t entirely unusual, he often went a few days at a time in Kerryn’s bed, the two of them barely surfacing for air let alone communication with the outside world, but it was enough to worry me. I couldn’t help but think that he was deliberately trying to avoid me.

By day three of no contact, I was convinced I was being dodged. Life in halls had taken a downwards turn and I was feeling weirdly lonely. Nathan and the other guys had taken to laughing every time I entered the room, making smooching noises and wrapping their arms around themselves. Consequently, I’d taken to spending most of my time in my room alone, only venturing out for the odd lecture and to grab food from the kitchen.

As I was spending more and more time alone, I was spending more and more time looking at porn. I’d been trawling the gay sections, figuring out what I liked and didn’t like. The whole gay thing was still confusing the hell out of me, but I could hardly deny that I found it arousing. There was something so visceral, so powerful, about two men fucking like animals. But in my head the tops were always Matt, that toned body would be glistening with sweat as he held himself over me, that face would be wearing the grin that lit up the room and those eyes would be boring into my very soul. I had to face it, I had a thing for my best friend.

On the fifth day of no contact, I was coming back into the building from one of the few lectures I’d managed to attend that week when I saw him come out of the stairwell. He saw me, and I saw him wince visibly. Great, I thought, another blow to my dwindling self-esteem.

“Hi”

“Hey,” I mumbled, trying my best to sound disinterested.

He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but a pained look took over his face, contorting that beautiful mouth into a half grimace, and he shook his head slightly.

“I’ve gotta go,” he grunted, moving past me with purpose, “see ya later.”

I felt crushed. For the last week, some part of me had been clinging on to the distant hope that he hadn’t really been avoiding me, that there was some legitimate reason why I’d been abandoned. I couldn’t really hold on to that hope now. He was clearly upset by what had happened, I must have disgusted him. Pulling myself together I trudged up the stairs, trying to mentally prepare myself for another night of sitting in my room alone. As I reached my floor, I could hear Nathan’s voice through the stairwell door and paused for a second.

“- thinks that Jake’s some kind of queer from the way he reacted to the chicken game, no wonder Kerryn’s being weird with him about it. We should’ve known; Jake always follows Matt around like a puppy, of course he’s gay. Matt says he’s just gonna ignore him for the rest of the year, doesn’t want the gay to wash off on him if you ask me. That shit’s contagious.”

Half of me wanted to cry, half wanted to shout and rage. It wasn’t ME who had initiated the kiss, I hadn’t been the one grabbing my ass, pulling me in closer. It hadn’t been ME who’d pushed his tongue into my mouth. And yet somehow Matt was getting away with no ramifications, fucking beautiful gorgeous Matt was the one everybody loved, and I was just the görükle escort random guy who was clearly some kind of gay pervert, a disease to be avoided.

I pushed my way through the stairwell door, ignoring the slight gasp from Nathan as he clapped his mouth shut. Pretending not to have heard anything I strolled through down the corridor and into my room, forcing myself to walk in a slow measured pace rather than running to be out of their burning stares.

Once in my room, I collapsed onto my bed, fighting back tears. My thoughts were beginning to spiral and get away from me, so I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Right in that moment I needed someone, anyone, to hold me and make me feel like more than nothing. Hands shaking, I grabbed my phone and quickly downloaded a gay dating app. It took minutes to set up a profile, and my heart was pounding the whole time. This was it. If I created this account, I’d be admitting to myself that I was at least a little bit gay. I’d be admitting that Nathan wasn’t wrong, that I was ‘kind of queer’. The empty feeling in the pit of my stomach drove me forwards though, anything to feel just a tiny bit wanted. I clicked submit.

It took just a few minutes for the first person to message me. I looked, just a picture of his dick and a simple “u wanna suck?”. I shuddered, thankful that my self-esteem hadn’t vanished entirely, blocking him.

The next message was more appealing, “Hey, cute profile, I’m Dave btw, wanna meet up sometime?”

We exchanged banal messages for about an hour before I got, “my place is free if you wanna meet up tonight? No pressure on you to do anything, we can just chill if you want”

My heart was pounding again. Was I really about to go to some stranger’s house in the middle of the night? Could I be that adventurous? Nathan’s words flooded into my brain again, and suddenly all I could hear was the sneering tone he used when he said my name, and the way that Matt had just brushed past me with barely a word in the corridor. I needed not to be alone, and if this guy wanted me, I’d go.

“Sure, you close by?”

He sent me his address and I looked, it was only a couple of minutes’ walk away. Not only that, it was a University Halls address, showing that Dave was a student like me. At least that ruled out the chance of him being somebody pretending to be much younger than he was.

The next thing I knew, I was out the door, I’d grabbed my jacket and just left the flat, taking care to be quiet and not wake the others on my floor. The night air was crisp and sobering and by the time I was at the entrance to this guy’s building I was having some serious doubts about this whole endeavour. I’d half convinced myself to turn around and go home when the door opened.

Stood in the doorframe was a picture of perfection; just slightly shorter than me, Dave had scruffy brown hair and short stubble giving him a bit of a grizzled look. He was dressed casually in loose slacks and a tight shirt that outlined his muscles. His eyes were a soft grey and were boring into mine.

“Hey,” he smiled, “how ’bout you come in?”

I paused for a moment, completely unsure of what I was going do. I looked into those eyes again, saw the soft concern there, and made up my mind.

“Uh… sure yeah.”

A smile spread across his face and he stepped aside, beckoning me in. I followed him down the corridor and he paused for a second,

“I hope you don’t mind, my flatmates are in the living room, I’ll fix us a couple of drinks then we can hang in my room? Don’t feel like I’m pressuring you into anything though.”

“Uh… sure yeah,” I replied. I cursed internally, was that all I could say? I was hardly being the picture of witty charm.

He showed me into his room and I sat on his chair, waiting a little awkwardly. What was I doing here? This wasn’t me, I didn’t do this kind of thing. I stood up, resolving that I’d go home and be done with the whole night. Just then, Dave opened the door, stepping in with a couple of glasses in his hands. Seeing that I was stood up, his face slumped, crestfallen.

“Oh,” he said, “sure.”

My heart ached at that look, it was so open and uncomplicated. His face seemed to show his every emotion without being guarded at all.

“No, no, I was just stretching my legs,” I said hastily, “being nosey more than anything, looking at your stuff.” I forced a laugh.

His eyes brightened quickly, and he handed me the glass. Taking a sip out of his own, he said, “So, what do you study?”

“Biology, yourself?”

“Medicine,” he replied, “you know, a serious subject.”

I grinned, throwing him a mock punch in the arm, “the way I see it, your subject is just a tiny subsection of mine,” I retorted, “you only deal with one species, I deal with all of them.”

He smiled, “Yeah, sure, and the next time I see someone having a heart attack, I’ll point them your way, right? I think not.”

He chuckled, and we spent the next half an hour just chatting. He told me some of the funnier things he’d seen when he was studying bursa escort bayan on the wards, the number of people who came into Accident and Emergency with stupid injuries and comical lies to try and cover how they’d acquired them. I felt myself relaxing, Dave had a kind of relaxed charisma to him and managed to come across as both charming and confident. As we chatted I studied his face in greater detail, it didn’t thrill me in the way that Matt’s did, but nor did I get that anxious knot in my stomach when I looked at him. His eyes were his most intriguing feature, grey is normally such a boring colour, but on him they seemed to change like the clouds; suddenly soft and gentle, next hard like flint, flashing with passion. Finally, the conversation turned to me,

“So, you said you’ve never done anything with a guy?”

“Yeah, I mean, no. Up until recently, I didn’t even know I liked guys at all really. It’s been something of a learning experience.”

He looked at me, concern clear in his eyes, “Hey, what’s up? Your whole body just tensed up, it’s like you just locked down on me there.”

“It’s nothing, I’ve got some shitty flatmates is all.”

“Then they’re stupid, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

He pulled me onto the bed with him, hugging me gently, “we don’t have to do anything tonight, but why don’t we put on a movie? I get the feeling you need some chill time.”

He grabbed his laptop and found some shitty rom-com to put on and for the next hour we just lay there, curled up together on his bed laughing mindlessly at the terrible humour. It felt so natural to have a guy in the bed with me, and Dave began to gently massage my shoulders. The tension left me, and I began to feel weirdly content with the whole idea of having a guy. I twisted round in the bed and faced him, ignoring the movie in the background. I stared into his eyes and pressed my lips against his.

This kiss wasn’t the fiery passion that I’d had when Matt kissed me. It was slow, deep, passionate. His lips moved slowly and purposefully against mine. After a few seconds, his lips parted mine slightly and his tongue ventured into my mouth. I opened wider, inviting him in. His tongue roamed around my mouth and the heat of the kiss built as he sped up. My hands fumbled along his shirt grasping for purchase before breaking the kiss long enough to slip it over his head. He grinned at me, grabbing mine and pulling it off before returning to the kiss with renewed power and speed. I was melting before this guy, he was confident and capable, his hands roaming up my chest, finding my nipples and working them lightly with his hands. I’d never had someone play with me in this way, it was like electric sparks flying through me, driving me wild, and a low moan escaped.

He pulled away for a second, looked me dead in the eyes, and murmured, “I want to fuck you so bad, but we’re not doing that tonight, I’m not putting that kind of pressure on to you”

He interrupted my mumbled protestations, “No, not tonight, we can do that a different day, but I’m not strong enough to deny myself a little taste of the action.”

He grinned wolfishly, as he quickly undid my belt, undoing my buttons and pulling my jeans and boxers clear. I was suddenly acutely aware that I was entirely naked in a guy’s bedroom, and that he still had his slacks on. He had me at something of a disadvantage.

He took my cock in his hand, lightly stroking it up and down, his thumb massaging the copious precum over my head before lifting it to his mouth, taking a provocative lick. “Mmmm,” he moaned, “you taste so good.”

I was harder than I’d ever been before and my breath was coming in little gasps as he lowered his head to my groin. He licked up the length of my cock, not breaking eye contact, focussing to play with my frenulum where it met with my head, driving me wild. Then in one fell swoop, he took my entire length into his mouth. The heat of his throat was such that I nearly shot my load right then and there, but he put one hand on my balls and lightly played with them, delaying my orgasm but bringing new sensations into play. His head began to bob up and down, his tongue working me fast, playing with all those places that girls always seemed to ignore. He lightly tongued the slit before diving back down taking me all the way into his throat.

Dave pulled off my cock for one moment, his hand moving to keep jerking me as he reached up to give me a passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, the slight saltiness of my precum. Then suddenly he dove back down, taking each of my balls into his mouth in turn and sucking gently on them. I was gasping with the heat of it all, and when he took my cock back into his mouth again I was close to climaxing.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, barely able to get the words out.

He merely sped up, his tongue working even faster over me, driving me ever closer to that precipitous edge. Finally, I couldn’t hold it back any longer, I groaned as I started to cum, the first shots burying themselves deep in his throat. He pulled back slightly, jacking my shaft to milk the last drops into his mouth so he could taste them. Dave looked me dead in the eyes, kissing me again and passing me my own cum into my mouth. It was a weird taste, salty, but also kind of sweet. I swallowed, and kissed him deeper.

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I was all ready for a quiet night at home when someone knocked on the door. I threw Kyle a look, and he shrugged. He was holding a bowl of popcorn in one hand, and a beer in the other. I stepped around the couch, and opened the door. Standing there, wearing a smile that said ‘please don’t hate me’ was Dan, one of Kyle’s good friends. I realized that my night alone with Kyle was gone.

“Hey, Dan,” I said.

“Hey. Kyle said, um, it would be cool if I kind of hung out with you guys, tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.” I said. “No problem.” I turned and gave Kyle a look that said “Yes, problem.” He shrugged in response.

I ducked back into the kitchen, and found two bottles of beer cracked open already.

Kyle stepped around me, and gave Dan a quick hug and a single strong pat on the back “Yeah,” he said. “Dan’s been having problems with—”

“Karen,” Dan said.

“Right. Karen. I figured he could use a good night out. Or, you know, in,” he said, holding up his beer.

“I hope I’m not—” Dan started.

“Not at all,” Kyle said. “Right, Kevin?” He puckered his bottom lip.

“Right,” I said, giving up. I grabbed both bottles of beer and handed one to Dan.

“Thanks,” he said. I nodded back at him.

“So, we were just about to watch a movie,” Kyle said.

“Sounds good,” Dan said.

The movie was good. About fifteen minutes into it, I finally gave up being bitter about Kyle’s surprise, and found myself having a good time. I let myself fall into Kyle, my shoulder falling beneath his armpit and my head resting on his shoulder. Halfway through the movie and my third beer, I realized that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Dan. He was sitting on love seat across from us, relaxed and leaning back. He was wearing shirt with cut-off sleeves for our college soccer team; he and Kyle were both on the team together. For shorts he was wearing a matching pair of athletic shorts that hung loosely over his legs. I couldn’t help but stare at his crotch, wondering if I could make out a hint of anything beneath the nylon fabric. Each time he shifted in his seat my eyes darted back between his legs, hoping for something to shift and give itself away.

The movie ran for almost an hour over its runtime, as we kept stopping it for beer, popcorn, and piss breaks. Near the end, I started feeling bold from the beer and I let my hand fall on Kyle’s crotch in a way that looked relaxed and natural but was actually completely calculated. I expected Kyle to move it, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted his hips a little, shifting in his seat but definitely pushing against me. It didn’t take long for his dick to stiffen beneath my hand. I looked up at him, but he kept his eyes on the television, so I looked over at Dan and watched him for a few minutes longer.

Kyle turned his head to look down at me, and whispered:

“Hey,” he said. I looked up at him. “Will you do me a favor?”

“Sure,” I said.

He moved in closer, until his lips were right against my ear. “After the movie, I want you to give Dan a blow job.”

“What? No way,” I said, no longer quite whispering. Dan looked over at us. I slid my hand off of Kyle’s dick.

Kyle lifted a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he said. “I’m serious.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me, I thought. Kyle and I had been together for a little over a year, and had been nothing but monogamous.

“I really want to see you do it,” Kyle said.

“Dan’s straight,” I said.

“Dan’s a drunk frat boy.”

“You watch too much porn.”

“He told me he wanted to try it.”

“Bullshit.”

“Last night. Over beers.” Kyle had been out last night with Dan. “That’s why I invited him over, tonight.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“I know you wanted tonight to be just us, but I also know you’re kind of into Dan.”

“I am not.”

“Fuck you, dude. You haven’t taken your eyes off of him all night.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean I want to blow him.”

“You totally do. And I want to watch you do it.” He grabbed my hand and dropped it onto his crotch again. Rock hard.

“Everything all right over there, guys?” Dan said. I pulled my hand free again.

“We’re cool,” Kyle said. “Kevin just doesn’t care for the movie, I guess.” I punched him lightly in the bursa escort stomach.

“Oh,” Dan said. “Right on.”

Kyle looked down with me, his eyebrows raised: Well?

I stood up, and ducked into the kitchen. I reached into the fridge to grab another bottle of beer. As I closed the door, I turned to find Kyle standing right behind me. He stepped closer, pushing me against the fridge, his hard dick pushing against my crotch. He kissed me, his mouth tasting like warm beer. He slid a hand between us, and cupped my junk.

“Like,” he said, “I really want to see you do it.” He kissed me again, without giving me a chance to protest again. “I want to watch you crawl in between his legs and slide his shorts down. I want to watch you nuzzle his nuts like you do mine, until his dick gets hard, and then I want to watch you blow him.” Kiss. “I want to see you make him cum.” Kiss. “Please.” Kiss. “For me?”

“You’re such an ass,” I said.

“And you fucking love me for it.”

“I do, yeah.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“He’s your friend. If he freaks out and runs, you’re the one who loses someone. Never mind that no one from the team will ever come over again, lest you sick your boyfriend on their dicks.”

“Yeah? I’m willing to risk it. And I bet he’s not the last teammate who comes over. I bet a few more stop by from time to time.”

Kyle gently pushed me out of the way so he could grab another beer. As I stepped around him, he gave me a quick slap on the ass.

As I slid back onto the couch, Dan looked over at me. “Everything cool?” he said, and I wondered how much he knew about what we were talking about.

“Everything’s cool,” Kyle said, stepping into the room. “You need another beer?”

“I’m good,” Dan said.

I didn’t see much more of the movie. At some point Dan had slid even further down on the love seat, and hooked a thumb into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down ever so slightly. The exposed band of flesh was enough to reveal a small patch of his pubic hair, and I realized that I was actually going to do it. As the film rolled on and faded to black, my heart started to thump harder in my chest. While the living room was still dark, Kyle leaned in and lightly bit my ear, then kissed my neck.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

Dan stood up abruptly, stretching his arms into the air. His shirt lifted up higher and I could see a happy trail of hair leading down from his belly button into his shorts. He groaned as he stretched. His groan faded into an “Oh, god. I have to piss.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and I realized how badly I needed to piss, as well. I stood up and rounded up the empty beer bottles that had multiplied across the living room. I dropped the lot of them into the recycling bin in the kitchen, and as I was stepping back out, Dan was coming out of the bathroom. He nodded at me, and I slipped past him.

As I stood in front of the toilet with my dick hanging out from my fly, I realized that my hand was shaking: I was nervous. Sure, I had fantasized about Dan, before, and what it would be like to have sex with him. Shit, I had done the same with nearly everyone on Kyle’s team. With every hot guy on campus, actually. Here it was, though, the opportunity. Kyle telling me I could, telling me he wanted me to. I looked down at my dick and willed it to get on with it.

In the living room, Kyle and Dan were sitting again, talking. Dan was sitting straight up, Kyle leaning toward him with his elbows on his knees and a bottle of beer dangling in his hand between his legs. I sat down next to Kyle.

Dan smiled at me, and let a hand fall on the arm of the love seat. “Look,” he said. “I just wanted to thank you for having me over. It was good to kick back, and relax.” He leaned forward, as if to stand up.

“Wait a sec,” Kyle said. “You’re not heading out, are you?”

“Well,” Dan said.

“It’s still early, and we still have a ton of beer. I figured we could stay up, hang out, get drunk. You could even crash here, if you’d like.”

“Aw, man, I don’t want to impose.”

“No,” I said. “It’s cool. We’d love to have you stay.”

“Okay. Cool. Sure.”

Kyle stood up. “Here, I’ll get you a beer,” he said. Dan nodded görükle escort at him, and smiled.

“You’ve got yourself a good guy, there,” Dan said. “He’s a good friend.”

“I know,” I said. “He’s a lot of good things.”

“Yeah? I guess I can see that.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Kyle asked, stepping back into the room.

“What a swell guy you are,” I said.

“Ah. A topic worthy of conversation. Continue.” Dan laughed and shook his head, accepting the open beer from Kyle’s outstretched hand. He took a deep swig and leaned back on the couch, his knees spreading wider open as he did.

Kyle sat down next to me.

“Really, man,” Dan said. “I can’t thank you enough, for going out with me last night, and letting me hang tonight.”

“Danny boy, you’re welcome to hang whenever you’d like.”

“Thanks,” Dan said. “Karen’s been driving me crazy.” He set his beer down and leaned back, crossing his arms back behind his head, and closed his eyes. His thick arm pit hair called out to me.

Kyle elbowed me lightly in the ribs. I threw him a look, and he gestured toward Dan. I took a deep drink of my beer.

I stood up, and Dan opened his eyes. I stood in front of him and almost froze. He sat up, scooting further back in his seat. The look he gave me was somewhat unsure. Curious. But excited. Hopeful. I slid to me knees in front of him. He looked from me back to Kyle, and whatever expression Kyle gave him seemed to help him relax. He leaned back.

I reached up and put my hands flat on his stomach. He inhaled deeply. I tented my eyebrows, and he nodded, exhaling. I let my hands slide down a little, and slipped them beneath his shirt. His stomach was flat and strong, his skin warm. I hooked my fingers into his waistband, and he lifted his ass off of the couch. I pulled his shorts and underwear down, jerking them over his cock. His penis bounced, and then rested on his balls. I continued to pull his short down over his thick, hairy thighs, past his knees, and down his calves. He leaned forward, and started to pull off his sneakers.

“No, leave them on,” I said. I pulled his shorts off around them.

Dan leaned back, and spread his legs open wide. His penis didn’t show much in the way of growth, but I’m sure he was as nervous as I was. I leaned forward, placed my hands on his thick thighs, and gave one of his nuts a tentative lick. His sack tightened up, and his leg quivered a little bit. I gave him a second, more thorough lick. As I bathed him with my tongue, his penis made a slow rise. It wavered a little as it filled with blood, and fell forward until it rested on my nose. It was thick and warm. I took the movement as encouragement, and pulled one of his nuts completely into my mouth. His dick continued to climb up up my face until it pointed straight up and fell back on his stomach. It had nearly doubled in size.

I slid a hand up and wrapped it around the base of his cock. I gave it a slow stroke, and watched his nuts pull up and then fall back down. It was a beautiful erection.

Dan sat forward and pulled his shirt up and over his head, letting it drop on the floor beside me. He leaned back, and scooted his ass further toward the edge of the cushion. I kissed the base of his cock and then pulled it down slightly so that it was pointed toward my mouth. I kissed the tip of it, and let it slide into my mouth. The head of his cock flared, and I went down on him as far as I could, letting his dick push against the back of my throat.

“God damn,” Dan said.

I pulled back, and then started bobbing my head, using my hand to stroke his dick with each up and down movement. My saliva quickly covered his cock. Dan started to thrust his hips a little, pushing his cock further into my mouth. I pulled my mouth back, and continued stroking his dick with my hand, letting my fingers slide up and over the head of his cock.

I turned to see Kyle sit down next to Dan, rubbing his own crotch. He smiled at me, and I leaned forward and swallowed Dan’s cock again. He pulled down his shorts and his hard cock slapped against his stomach. His bare leg rested against Dan’s. Dan didn’t seem to mind. Kyle stroked his erection and watched as I went down on Dan. I used my free hand to cup Dan’s testicles. bursa escort bayan My own erection was straining against my briefs, held tight behind the zipper of my shorts.

Dan moaned, his hips making small thrusts as I continued to swallow his dick. He was breathing hard, and he moaned to himself. His legs were starting to sweat against my forearms.

I looked over at Kyle. His arousal was apparent everywhere. His face, his flushed chest, and his leaking erection. He stroked his cock in time with my own rhythm on Dan.

Dan let his hands fall from behind his head. One landed on Kyle’s bare thigh, the other on the back of my head, his fingers sliding into my hair. He started to push my head down on his cock, holding me still as he pumped in and out of my mouth, his ass completely off of the cushion.

“God,” he said, “I’m so close. This feels so fucking good.”

“I told you, man,” Kyle said.

Dan thrust his cock harder and harder into my mouth, and I felt his nuts tighten in my hands. “I’m so close,” he said.

“I want you to cum on his face,” Kyle said.

I pulled Dan’s cock out of my mouth and tightened my grip on it, stroking him faster. He gasped and then bit his lower lip, and his cock pulsed and a streak of cum cut across my nose, and my cheek and dropped down on to the carpet. His second shot hit the other side of my nose, and I thrust my tongue out to catch it as it slid down on my face. His third and fourth felt harder than his first, splashing against my face.

“Holy shit,” Kyle said, and then let out his telltale grunt that signaled his own orgasm. I slid the head of Dan’s cock back into my mouth and let the remainder of his load slide out onto my tongue, and looked over at my boyfriend as he ejaculated all over his bare chest. He gave his dick a couple of quick shakes, flinging hot white cum onto his legs and the carpet, grunting louder. A small string of cum landed on Dan’s hairy thigh.

Dan’s legs quivered, and he fell completely back onto the love seat’s cushion, his softening cock sliding out of my mouth.

Kyle slid down off of the couch and took my face in his hand, and kissed me hard. His tongue slid into my mouth and then out and across my face, licking Dan’s load off of my cheeks and nose. His hand went down to my crotch, popping the button open and unzipping my fly. He jerked my briefs down and grabbed my cock as it bounced free. He continued to kiss me hard, stroking me quickly. His breathing was heavy. The taste of Dan’s cum was strong in my mouth. Kyle slapped a hand hard onto my chest, and pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, my lips still pressed hard against his. I pulled away and leaned back, my ass falling against my calf muscles. Kyle slid his hand down into my pubic hair and pressed it hard against my skin. The pressure felt good, and I started to cum. My ejaculate laced out, streaking against his still half-hard cock, and into his pubic hair. A shot slashed upward splashed beneath his belly button. I fell forward, leaning into him as he gripped my cock harder, holding it tightly as he knew I liked it. The last shots of my orgasm dribbled out and pooled on the floor between our knees. My heart was thumping hard in my chest.

Kyle let out a small laugh, and I smiled. He kissed me again, tenderly this time.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” I said.

Kyle placed his hand on my shoulders and used me as support as he stood up. Dan was laying back on the love seat, looking completely content. His penis had softened completely and hung across his testicles again, a small white drop of cum still spread across his piss slit.

“That was fucking great,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” I said. I leaned forward, and kissed him on the knee. I placed my hands on his thighs, and stood up. My dick waved in front of me, still at half-mast.

“Can I touch it?” Dan asked, nodding at my cock.

“You can do whatever you want.”

Dan leaned forward, curious. “I’ve never touched another dude’s dick,” he said.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Kyle said.

Dan reached out, and touched my penis gingerly. He gave it a slow stroke. “Feels… different.” He closed his hand around it, and gave it a couple more strokes. He let it go, and fell back again. He looked at my slick cum on his hands. “Huh,” he said.

Kyle wrapped his arms around me from behind. His soft cock pressed against my ass. He kissed my neck. “Thank you,” he said.

“My pleasure,” I said.

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Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 21.

In which our hero needs a shower.

I spend the day at work looking forward to the evening where I have a reprise with my companion of several days ago. We met on a bicycle club group ride some weeks ago and have seen each other a few times since. We agreed several days ago that we would have dinner tonight at my place where a vegetarian meal is on the agenda. I reflect with some confidence that this will very likely be followed by the first visit to my bed. As I am walking to my car, I reflect again on the session with Thad as I have several times since the event earlier this week. His youthful energy and enthusiasm were a treat and I have noted that the session marked something of a turning point in my cock sucking career. I am roughly ten years his senior and to date, all of my cock sucking experiences have been with men at least my age, and the vast majority older. Thad is almost a generation younger than me and I reflect about experience, attitudes, and the future. To say the least, I was impressed with his responsiveness and enthusiastic powers of recovery. And I reflect with regret that it is unlikely that I will see him again, such is the pattern of anonymous male sex. So it is with considerable surprise as I approach my car that my cell phone rings and when I answer, the voice announces that ‘this is Thad. I was wondering if we could hook up today’.

Well this is a surprise I remark to myself. I respond that that would be nice but that I have an engagement tonight. He answers with some urgency that he has been busy with practice all week and that he really wants to see me. There is a long pause. I respond that I have only an hour to which he responds enthusiastically that perhaps I could pick him up at his school and drop him off later at his home. He adds that normally he takes the bus, so this would work out great for him. His school is more or less on my way and so I agree to swing by and pick him up. I arrive in my SUV, the bicycle transport vehicle of choice and Thad is waiting and hops in. He greets me and offers a thanks for picking him up. It seems intuitively obvious to me that he wants a blowjob. I could take him to my apartment but that would be out of the way and I am pressed for time. It happens that there is a parking garage more or less on the way to his home and these facilities are the very definition of anonymous sex playgrounds, so I head in that direction. I ask him about his week and he explains again that he has been ‘super busy with practice for the big game tomorrow’. But he goes on to add that he thinks all the time about ‘what happened the other day’. I suggest that since he has called me, he has thought about what happened with pleasure. Yes, he responds. And that you want more I ask. Yes, he responds.

I ask rather bluntly if he has beat off since that day. I am curious about his ability to discuss sex and talk about what he likes and wants. To my question he blushes but responds yes. I ask if he beat off thinking about what happened. More blushes but again he responds yes. I ask if he beat off thinking about getting his cock sucked. Yes he responds, and adds, ‘also the other thing’. I reflect that that means that he liked the cock play, as certainly did I. I ask how many times he beat off thinking it. He blushes again but does not answer. I ask if he beat off that day, after he left the video shop. He blushes yet again and answers that he did, he could not help it. I ask how many times. He responds that he beat off twice that night, both times thinking about what we did. And today I ask? Not today he responds, or yesterday. He goes on to add that he wanted to very much but was busy with school and practice and then exhausted when he finally got home. He adds that he wanted to call me and was glad when I answered.

We are near the parking garage and so I tell him to show it to me, that I want to see it, to see how interested he is. I already know how interested he is as he is tenting his nylon athletic pants. I watch traffic as I need to make some turns, but I hear the rustle of fabric. When I next look over, he is nude from the waist and his cock is rock hard, sticking straight up. The sight of him takes my breath away and it requires all of my will power to negotiate the car into the parking garage. As I ascend the floors, I reach over to grip his cock in my hand. I caress the shaft with my fingers. He is rock hard and the texture of his organ is like a velvet sheath covering an anvil. I gently squeeze the shaft in my hands and pump up and down on it, reveling in the experience of playing with his cock. I find a secluded corner and park the car. There is light enough to see well and I look over at him. His beautiful organ is jutting from his belly, throbbing in urgency. I ask again if it has really been two days since he did it. He responds that it has. I reach over to him and slide my hand under his balls and squeeze gently. He emits an enormous gasp of pleasure at this touch and I observe that his cock quivers, no doubt from him clenching with pleasure. I observe to him that after two days bursa escort his balls, which I am fondling in my fingers, must be very full. He gasps that they are.

I lean over him and bring my hand up from under his balls, my fingers very gently stroking the underside of his shaft. I slide them up and down on his organ, just my fingertips teasing the skin of his shaft. I am leaning over him with my face a foot above his erect cock, my fingers doing a light teasing caress on the rock hard shaft. My forefinger teases over the sweet spot of his cock under the head, a feathery teasing caress. My finger teasing is all a preliminary to what I want more than anything else in this world at this moment. And that is to take this lovely organ in my mouth and suck the very life out of him. But as I am gazing in rapt wonder at this electrifying sight, I hear a sharp exclamation from him and in that same instant he ejaculates a huge burst of semen that splashes against my face. Instinctively I react by pulling back but such is my surprise at this development a second burst of semen erupts from his cock and splashes on my face before I can move more than a few inches. I wrap my hand around his shaft and squeeze it as he pumps more semen out of his cock, emitting a long series of ‘oh, oh, oh’. I grip his cock firmly in my hand and let him finish. At last be bursts out an exclamation of what I can only surmise as relief and his climax is over. There is semen everywhere, all over my face, in my hair, his belly and chest, my hand holding his cock, still quite firm, and the seat of my car where it has run between his legs.

I have a roll of paper towels in the car that I keep for dealing with the bicycle. I reach in the back seat and fetch the roll, removing a few sheets. I wipe the semen out of my eyes and look at him. I am not amused and tell him rather sharply that it is rude to fail to announce that he is going to do that. He apologizes profusely adding that he could not help it, it happened before he knew it, that it felt so good, had been so long, was so looking forward to it, etc, etc. Actually I am impressed by his performance and reflect again on the energy and enthusiasm of youth. I reflect back on the times that at his age, I could barely get it out of my pants before I was shooting off. Still, he could have told me he was cuming. It is not as though I would have put a cork in it. I give him some paper towels and he begins cleaning up. He has semen on his sweatshirt that will require some explaining. But of course, that is his problem. I suppose that mothers of males his age develop a tolerance for finding semen in odder places than the front of her son’s sweatshirt.

We finish cleaning up, where the cleanup act takes longer than the sex which was over in less than two minutes after I turned off the car. But I suspect that round two is in the immediate future as to no surprise at all, he is still firm. Not the rock hard rigidity of before, but a nice fullness that reflects that there is more where this mess came from. I tell him to take off his sweatshirt which he does. He is nude in front of me and just as breathtakingly gorgeous as the last time in the video booth. His body is slim with muscles clearly in evidence under the pale skin. I reach a hand over and caress his inner thigh, sliding my fingers up and down over the smooth skin. His cock is full but not hard, rather lazily flopping from side to side. I anticipate sucking him off in a few minutes and I have no doubt that he wants this also. But for the moment, there is the entirely enjoyable visual spectacle of his statuesque nudity and the no less enjoyable opportunity to caress his magnificent young male body. I reflect on statues done by the ancients, glorifying the male nude. This boy could easily have served as the model; such is the elegance of his body and subtle musculature, to say nothing of this gorgeous male organ.

I ask if he has a girlfriend to which he responds no but that he did. I ask if he did it with her. He blushes slightly and responds that they made out but nothing more, that she let him once but it did not work and that then she would not let him again. And then they broke up. He goes on to relate that he is ‘not so good with girls’. I try to reassure him that it is all about experience and that he should not be discouraged. I ask about sex with other guys. He responds that a couple of times some friends jacked off watching some porn. I ask if it was girl porn to which he affirms. I ask if he watched his friends climax. He blushes again and says that he did watch, that he found it exciting to see them shoot off, that watching made him climax.

I ask if he wants to climax again. All of this time, I have been caressing his body, my hands sliding over his thighs and belly. I let the backs of my fingers caress against his cock shaft. To my question, he answers yes. I ask him what he would like me to do. I am leaning next to him with my face close to his. My hands are caressing up and down his chest and belly and occasionally my fingers slide over his cock. He has never fully deflated after görükle escort his climax and by now his cock has evolved from full to standing up nice and hard. I slide one of my hands under him and grip his ass cheek, squeezing and kneading the flesh. With my other hand, I grip his cock, squeeze it and slide up and down on it. He murmurs that that feels good. I ask again what he would like me to do. ‘Do it he says’. I ask what he means. ‘You know, do it to me’. Tell me I say to him, tell me what you would like me to do; I want to hear you say the words. I continue sliding my fingers up and down on his shaft, a teasing caress of the skin. His cock is mesmerizing, long and perfectly straight, the head a beautiful mushroom shape. I move down and brush my face on his belly, caressing the skin with my cheek. His cock is standing tall right in front of my face. I can see the ridges on the shaft. I am still sliding my hand up and down on his cock, teasing the skin of the shaft with my fingertips. More sighs of pleasure emanate from him until he finally gasps out, ‘oh put your mouth on it, oh, oh, oh suck me’.

I move down with my face over his cock. I open my mouth and move lower. He has been rhythmically arching his hips up as though the air above his cock were an orifice that he could fuck himself into. Now my lips are open wide and he thrusts himself up into my mouth. I do not close my lips on his shaft quite yet and the sides of his cock brush against my lips but with no friction. The occasional touch of my lips on his cock apparently drives him into a frenzy and he begins thrusting his hips faster. I hear him moaning and muttering, ‘please, oh please’, as his hips thrust faster and higher. I press my lips very gently on his cock shaft and he jerks and spasms at this new and clearly rapturously pleasurable sensation. I hold my lips on his shaft and let him fuck his cock which he does with great energy. I have one hand on has ass cheek and the other on his thigh. I feel him shaking and it occurs to me that this is going to come to a conclusion very soon. Almost before I can complete this thought he goes rigid, I hear him moan, and I feel his cock spew a flood of semen into my mouth. I move my hand from his thigh to his cock, gipping the base of the shaft firmly and I pump rapidly on it. He emits another gasp of pleasure and spews more semen into my mouth. I continue pumping on his shaft until his jerking ceases. I then put my hand back on his thigh and let him soak his cock in my mouth, bathing in semen.

As I hold him there in my mouth, I reflect that he probably ejaculated while trying to enter the girl. A common problem for the young male, so arousing is the prospect of a conquest. In the present case, he lasted about thirty seconds the first time and from the time my lips closed on his shaft, not more than sixty seconds the second time. Eventually he emits an exclamation of satisfaction and relief and I feel him relax, his climax concluded. I withdraw and sit up, looking at him. His cock is still full. My mouth is full of his semen and as I gaze upon this beautiful young body, full of strength and power, I swallow his cum. I reflect that swallowing his cum is all the more pleasurable with his beauty and youth and strength on display before me. And he is still full. I have swallowed the life essence of him but he retains some portion of his male strength and power. I know that this is only a reflection of his youth but I cannot let go of the symbolism of his erection on display before me.

We have been parked not twenty minutes. And such is the ways of the young male that he has twice rapturously climaxed. He is dressing and it is time to go. I start the car and we depart the parking garage. On the way out he asks if he could come over to my place to ‘hang out’ some time. I reassure him that I would like that. And there is no doubt that I would. He goes on to tell me that he thinks a lot about ‘that other thing we did’, and he would like to do that again. That other thing refers to the cock play and rubbing our cocks together, and the remembrance makes me hard. I reflect that over the past half hour I have been mostly hard and that I would very much like to hang out with my young companion, young Thad, young full of cum Thad, young irrepressibly hard Thad. I reflect that I would very much enjoy finding out what lengths would be necessary to finally wear down his seemingly irrepressible erection. I ask about his schedule, practice every night except Sunday and Friday and games on Saturday. I drop him off in front of his home and we agree to hang out Sunday evening.

I make my way home to my apartment, leaving the windows of the car open to air out the inside. The car reeks of semen and male sex, as do I. I go inside, strip out of my clothes, and take a long shower. I wash his semen off of my face and hair, reflecting fondly on how it got there. But I cannot remove the taste of him from my mouth, the taste of his cum, the sensation of his cock in my mouth. I am rock hard, standing there in the shower thinking about him and the events of the past hour. I reflect bursa escort bayan that his call, the two climaxes, and my entering this shower have all taken less than ninety minutes. My date will arrive in thirty minutes and there is preparation to complete. But I cannot resist a few agonizingly pleasurable moments of caressing my rigidly hard cock in the shower, reliving the moments just completed, his spurting cock, and the mouthful of his semen. I can still taste his cum, the sensation of his organ in my mouth overpoweringly real.

I greet my date and we set about overcoming the predictable awkwardness of the not yet but tacitly understood soon to be sexually committed relationship. We are to cook together and since this is a vegetarian meal, there is a good deal of chopping and slicing to perform. And that means a good deal of moving about in the confines of the modest sized apartment kitchen. Eventually we just give up the tension, embrace, and kiss, the seal of the promise to come. Without knowing it, S** shares the taste of Thad’s semen which to me seems to scream of male sex but which she seems not to notice. My companion S** is divorced and has children. For her, the bicycle and the club rides are her principle social outlet as the remainder of her time are committed to either work or dealing with her children. Of course she has made an excellent choice in the bicycle. Besides the obvious advantages of good health and physical fitness, men outnumber women roughly ten to one. So if a woman is looking for a man, the bicycle clubs are a good place.

We relax and chat with wine, the food preparation complete but not yet ready for consumption. My companion is a couple of years older than myself, reasonably attractive, and quite bright. She has an education and works in the IT industry. She has two children whose father abandoned the family several years ago after a turbulent period of marriage. She receives no support. She seems to have a remarkably good attitude about all of this, I suppose bolstered by her relative prosperity owing to her education, intelligence, and good looks. Our talk is mostly about bicycles, bicycle riding, and mutual friends made through the bicycle club events since that is our principle association and history. I have found her to be a strong rider, nothing like a bicycle racer of course, but one of the many that regularly attend the bicycle club rides where a competitive attitude drives the rider to excel and improve. I should imagine that she is thinking about what is to come later since as a divorced single mom, I should think opportunities are not readily at hand. I assume she finds me physically attractive and I suppose there is the inevitable consideration of me as a potential mate. I flash back to earlier in the day with Thad, the archetypical example of anonymous male sex, no dinner, no small talk, no decisions to be made, just sex. But for tonight, there are preliminaries to be dealt with, first dinner, and then sex.

Dinner is a great success, vegetarian food lending itself to many humorous anecdotes about saving the cows, pigs, and chickens. And bolstered by the wine, our spirits are high. In my case, I want to fuck. It has come down to that very simple objective. I want to spread her thighs, slide into her, and fuck. And at this moment, our mutual touching and caressing has convinced me that she shares the same view. We make a few minutes work of the cleanup and by mutual unspoken agreement, we retire to the bedroom. The evening has been sufficiently gregarious that we need waste no time in silly preliminaries, so we both undress. This is only modestly awkward and soon we are in bed together, both naked, and grappling in passion. And here it is that the flashbacks to Thad make an appearance in my evening. S** is an attractive woman for a 30ish mother of two who slaves her way through many miles on a bicycle for recreation and mate hunting. The operative point here being the ‘for a’ qualification. What woman can compete with an exquisitely beautiful male body? The answer without any qualifier is none. And yet biology and social conditioning lead to S** and I in bed together, she passionately aroused for me, of that there can be no question. And for me, I want to plant my seed in a woman.

To be sure, I am aroused as well. S** is naked in bed with me and very aroused. I mount her and slide in with ease, finding her wet and eager. We begin thrusting and I roll my hips on her, pubic bones rubbing and grinding. To my delight, she quickly reaches a very satisfying climax and we repose, joined together in mid coital bliss. Mid to the extent that I have not climaxed yet as at the height of her passion, I found myself comparing her somewhat fleshy thighs to the rope-like definition of Thad’s slim legs. And I grip her fleshy ass in my hands and though I find this erotic, I cannot resist the comparison to the iron hard buns of the young Thad. We lay copulated for some long minutes while she recovers from her orgiastic delight. As I anticipated, this has been a long anticipated event for my companion and she is in no rush to uncouple. Indeed, her ardent desire is that we continue, that view reinforced by her enthusiastic gripping of me. Soon enough we are off on round two and S** comes to a second shattering climax in which I contribute a load of my semen in a great blast of pleasure and relief.

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The blue and gold of the Alexander lounge turned into scarlet and gold of the Hephaestion club as the American detective, Clint Folsom, and the German police inspector, Sigmund Frist, descended into an area that took perhaps a third of the room of the lounge above it but that held quite a few banquette-style seating areas on three tiers going down to a small, round center stage. The decor here was as reminiscent of the Greco-Roman era of the Mediterranean as was the Alexander lounge. On the top tier to the right of where the staircase descended ran a red-padded bar in a semicircle around the room, and Frist perched on a bar stool here and spread his legs and brought Folsom’s butt into his crouch.

As far as Folsom could determine, this space was tucked into the bow area under the lounge and he could make out a doorway under the stairs they had descended that probably went back toward the corridor that ended at the turn into the exercise room.

Frist had wrapped an arm possessively around Folsom’s belly and had his chin on the younger detective’s shoulder. Folsom could already feel Frist’s groin come alive and he sighed at the thought of what was to come. He had remembered Frist has being a superb cocksman, with power hammer drive.

“Want something to drink?” Frist murmured in his ear. “Just tell the bartender; he’s come over for our order.”

At the same time Folsom was ordering a Scorpion, he turned toward the bar and did a double take. Yet another one of masked blond hunks was there to take his order and was giving him the same “I know you; I’ve had you” smile. This set Folsom into some confusion; there could only be one of these studs who knew him so fully that he could share such a smile with him—and yet they had just left another such one up in the Alexander lounge. Folsom decided that they all probably were just very well schooled and that fucking the passengers or not fucking them was all the same thing and came with the territory; they were just taught to treat them all intimately, as required, and let the generous tips drop where they may.

Folsom and Frist were not alone at the bar. Seated next to them on a barstool, showing close interest in them from the moment they entered the room was a massive jet-black man, who Folsom had already been told was some vacationing potentate of a central African nation, traveling secretly outside of his region, spending his country’s treasury and indulging in his taste for other men who didn’t succumb to his charms simply to keep their heads on their shoulders.

As Folsom took his Scorpion from the bartender, whose hand lingered on his in the exchange a tad more than necessary, the lights on the walls around the chamber started to dim and spots opened up on the stage area below. A large number of the ship’s passengers were in attendance, and many of them were already well into pleasing each other intimately. In keeping with the spirit of this, Frist’s free hand had already unzipped Folsom and was cupping his package directly, skin on skin. No one around them seemed to mind or to pay them much attention; they all were paired off and doing much the same themselves.

The ebony giant moved his barstool a little closer to Folsom and Frist, and his eyes were glued to Folsom’s crotch, even though nearly everyone else was checking out the lit stage area.

As Frist nibbled and kissed the hollow of his neck, Folsom tried to focus on what was happening on the small stage below. An opaque, Plexiglas crossbeamed X rose out of the center of the stage. The stage was empty, but not for long. To the sound of a slow drum beat, the door under the stairs opened and two figures emerged and slowly made their way down to the stage. The one who seemed to be in command was a somewhat older rendition of the masked blond bartender trio. He was a good twenty years older than the bartenders—perhaps in his mid forties—and was rangier than they were, but he still had good, ropy muscle tone, his muscles so hard that the veins stood out on his arms, torso, and legs for lack of interior room to run. Like the bartenders, bursa escort he was dressed only in a short Roman-soldier skirt, which in his case was gold lamé in contrast to their shiny white; gold sandals, with gold laces rising to his knees, gold bracelets snaking around his upper arms, and a gold-sequined mask. He was carrying a gold box under his arm and was swishing a gold multistranded whip in his other hand. The other figure was that of a short, lithe young man of olive complexion and of a sloe-eyed, dark, curly haired beauty that was almost feminine in its delicacy. He was dressed in a loose shocking-white tunic and was wearing sandals similar to his companion’s, except in simple brown leather. And he had a gold collar around his neck that sparkled under the spotlights. The tunic hid his torso, but his lightly muscled arms and legs indicated a well-formed, if willowy frame.

The drums stopped their beat as the two reached the stage, and a disembodied voice asked those assembled to give a welcome to Roman the Magnificent and his assistant, Dieter. There was a smattering of applause that didn’t really mean any disrespect; it meant more that many hands among the audience were so buried in their own devices that they couldn’t readily disengage and welcome the evening’s entertainment appropriately.

Frist and Folsom did clap, though, and Frist took advantage of having his hands now free to pull Folsom’s head around and give him a deep kiss. He then pushed Folsom’s pants down on his thighs, unzipped and freed himself, and brought Folsom’s butt back into his crotch, with Folsom’s balls and cock lying on top of Frist’s sturdy piece as it thrust its way between Folsom’s thighs. Frist held his hand there, letting the two pricks become better acquainted. Folsom took a big swig of his drink and tried to keep his rising desire in check as Frist slightly rolled his hips, rubbing the root of his tool back and forth on Folsom’s exposed channel entrance.

Another hand had come into play now. The African leader, his heaving chest about to burst through the white linen tunic-style shirt he wore over equally white linen pants, was running a beefy hand up and down on Folsom’s inner thighs, coming ever closer to the docked cocks.

The drink was strong and put Folsom a little out of kilter. But he took another big drag on it and then tried to focus his attention to the center of the state. What he really wanted to do was push Frist to the floor and sit on his cock and ride him until all thoughts of Brad Roberts and how he died and who had killed him were fucked out of his mind. But then Frist might become suspicious and start unraveling Folsom’s true intent for coming on this cruise.

Down on the stage, the older man, obviously Roman the Magnificent, was tying the diminutive Dieter in spread-eagled fashion to the Plexiglas crossbar, his back against the crossbar, so that his arms and legs were spread and he was firmly fastened to the crossbar at his wrists and ankles. Then Roman opened the gold box he had brought onstage with him and took out a nasty-looking pearl-handled hunting knife and, as the drums took up a gentle beating again, this time accompanied by the sound of flutes, he began shredding Dieter’s tunic. During this process, which had caught the audience’s attention and fancy, the young man swayed about and made a mock attempt to pull away from his bonds.

Roman stepped up to the young man, wrapped his fists in the shredded material covering his chest and ripped it away, revealing a slender, but well-muscled and perfectly proportioned torso. He then went behind the youth and ripped away the material behind as the whole center stage began to revolve. As the crossbar turned, Folsom and Frist could now see Dieter’s slender, deeply dimpled hips and firm, rounded butt cheeks.

Roman the Magnificent stood back and started swishing the young man’s torso with the multistranded whip, not doing any damage, really. But Dieter writhed around as if it were otherwise, and lips of lust and anticipation were being licked all around görükle escort the banquettes.

Frist had two of his fingers in Folsom’s mouth now, and the younger detective was giving them suck, his eyes slitted with wanton pleasure at this and what was happening between his legs as he watched the playacted debauchery begin on stage. The ebony potentate was drawing ever closer to Folsom and Frist and he now was fisting and stroking Folsom’s piece.

Roman went to his box of tricks again and came out with a handful of small golden clamps, which, to the tune of much groaning and moaning and feigned begging from Dieter and an increase in the rhythm and volume of the drums and flutes, he began clamping onto the youth’s body, concentrating first on the nipples and then in a V from there up to Dieter’s shoulders and then on his inner thighs, rising toward the groin.

As Dieter writhed on stage under this onslaught, Frist withdrew his saliva-moistened fingers from Folsom’s mouth and moved his hand down between his thigh and that of Folsom. Folsom began to writhe just as Dieter was doing as Frist’s fingers rimmed his ass and then entered him. The African was stroking Folsom hard now and had his head nearly in Folsom’s lap. His other hand had gone under the stool, and now fat African fingers had joined slender German ones inside Folsom’s ass.

“Uhh. Oh God,” Folsom exclaimed to Frist with a release of breath. “What are you two doing? You said we’d go back to your room. It was to be just the two of us.”

“Haven’t you remembered, Clint?” Frist whispered into his ear. “Remember? I can do you here and there and in the corridor in between too and alone or with others. You liked that before. The danger of that. And then I can turn you to the African, and he can use my cream as a lube.” Both Frist and the African were breathing hard now and working their fingers together.

“Oh God, Oh shit!”

“And do you like this?” Frist asked in a husky voice.

“Oh, oh, y-e-s.”

“And this?”

“Oh shit. Oh fuck y-e-S-S!”

The African had his lips on Folsom’s cock now, but this was just too much, too fast for Folsom.

“Please not this, not here, not now,” Folsom exclaimed. He pushed the African’s head away. The African sat up, looking very disappointed.

“Later,” Folsom managed to say through gasps of what he and Frist were doing with their fingers. “Later would be fine,” he said to the African. “When I can concentrate just on you.”

This seemed to placate the ebony giant, who could naturally see that there was no reason for him to be sharing such a luscious tidbit with anyone else, and he sat back on his barstool and turned his attention for the first time to the entertainment on the stage.

Roman had been flicking the clamps on Dieter with his golden whip, and Dieter was tossing his body back and forth on his restraints and moaning loudly. Roman went back to his golden box and extracted a mammoth-sized dildo. Dieter looked at it and his eyes went wide in well-schooled fear and trepidation. As Roman played the dildo up and down between Dieter’s butt cheeks, Frist rubbed his cock against Folsom’s hole, holding his hips to him with a strong hand on Folsom’s belly.

Roman poised the dildo at Dieter’s asshole for a full revolution for all in the audience to see, as Frist took a silver packet from his pocket, tore it open, and rolled a condom on his erect cock.

Roman slowly pushed the dildo into Dieter’s hole as Frist lifted Folsom hips and pulled him back on his skewering cock. Dieter cried out and arched his back. Folsom gave a little cry, arched his back up to where his shoulders dug into Frist’s chest, and threw his arms up and around Frist’s neck. The two moved into a deep kiss as Frist’s tool worked its way ever deeper into Folsom’s channel.

They were lost in lust—for only for a second. They both heard the cry from the stage and focused their attention there. Roman and Dieter no longer were alone on the stage. A naked hairy figure as outsized as a bull—not fat exactly but stocky bursa escort bayan and with a thick ram between his legs—had jumped up on stage. He was quickly followed by another figure, who Folsom quickly identified as one of the masked blond bartenders, now without his skirt on. The bull, who Folsom realized with much shock was Bruno Meister, grabbed the whip from Roman and was lashing Dieter hard with it. The young man was writhing and crying out for real now, it appeared.

Both Roman and the bartender, who evidently had been with Meister before he had become crazed and stormed the stage in a lust called forth by what was being acted out there, stood aside and let Meister have his way, although both had expressed of deep hatred on their faces. As the bartender turned, Folsom zeroed in on the groin. There was, indeed, a tattoo there just above a lovely sized prick. Folsom couldn’t tell at this distance whether or not it was a scorpion, but he thought it highly likely that this was his special bartender.

With much vocalization of his burning lust, Meister stripped Dieter’s bonds, picked up the dildo from the ground and herded the young man off the stage and through the door below the stairs. When they were gone, Roman and the masked bartender exchanged dark looks and followed on behind.

“It looks like the show is over,” Frist said as he pulled out of a now distracted Folsom.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Folsom asked in indignation, trying his best not to reveal that he’d ever even seen Meister before.

“That’s easy,” Frist said with a bitter laugh. “He’s the big cheese here. That’s Bruno Meister; he owns this tub and everyone working on it. He can do what he wants with them.”

The magic between Frist and Folsom was lost now, if only temporarily. “Perhaps we should use this opportunity to adjourn to my cabin,” Frist said with a touch of regret in his voice.

The two adjusted their clothing and Frist lifted Folsom’s unfinished drink from the bar and watched him chug it before they left.

Frist supported Folsom as they mounted the stairs, walked through the Alexander lounge and foyer, and descended the stairs to the B corridor cabins. Folsom was feeling a little woozy now, an apparent combination of the invigorating and draining day he had already had the effects of the strong drink. Frist’s cabin was on the same corridor as Folsom’s but on the other side of the ship.

As had been the case in Folsom’s cabin the previous evening, the steward had lowered only one of the beds and, after helping Folsom shed his clothes, Frist sat him on the edge of this bed, disrobed himself, and then knelt between Folsom’s thighs and gently sucked Folsom to a orgasmic death.

Folsom was having trouble focusing. The cabin walls seemed to be moving, although he knew the ship was still docked at Rudesheim.

After Folsom had ejaculated, Frist rose and sat beside him and made slow and gentle love to him with his hands and lips and tongue, while Folsom sighed and moaned and tried to focus on Frist’s expert lovemaking.

At length, Folsom fell over onto the bed sideways, and Frist stretched him out on his belly on the bed, his legs together. Folsom was aware of Frist stretching out on top of him—but just barely. However, he was very much aware when Frist, straddling his exposed butt cheeks with his thighs. Folsom jolted awake and nearly lifted off the bed at Frist’s first thrust inside him, but he got the old lover’s measure as he entered his channel strongly and deeply and began stroke his hips up and back on Folsom’s thighs, in a wavelike fashion, his thighs encasing Folsom’s and his chest propped up from Folsom’s shoulders with arms locked and hands buried in the mattress. As Frist’s cock dug deeper and stroked harder, Folsom gathered up a wad of sheeting in his mouth to keep himself from screaming in tones that could be heard beyond the cabin’s walls and grabbed for those storm straps at the head of the bed.

Folsom was still conscious when Frist came in a first ejaculation of ecstasy, and he was barely conscious while Frist nibbled at his ear and rolled on a fresh condom, and then renewed his stroking down into him. But then Folsom slept. The sleep of the dead. The welcome release from the cares of this world, while Frist continued thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

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The next morning, I was out of bed early, despite how late I had been up the night before. I had carried Jenna into bed after Todd left and stripped her and put her in her pajamas. She stayed asleep the whole time, but I found myself still wired from my banging start to the new year. I replayed my encounters with Todd until the wee hours of the morning and finally drifted off around four, but was wide awake at eight this morning, anxiously anticipating my next sexcapade with my boss.

I whipped up Jenna’s favorite breakfast and brought it to her in bed around ten. Even in her hungover state she was gorgeous, and felt a brief pang of regret as she kissed me good morning.

“Sorry I crashed early last night. I hope that makes up for missing the ball drop kiss.”

Ah, but I had a ball drop kiss. It just wasn’t with you, honey. It was with my studly boss who had just reamed my ass after toying with it for hours. “It happens to the best of us, babe. We have the rest of our lives to have New Year’s Eve kisses at the ball drop.” I kissed her softly.

“Thanks, baby,” she winced. “Could you get me some aspirin?”

I pointed on the tray. “Right there, Jen.”

“I love you, Will. You’re the best.”

“I try. Maybe it’ll even out a little when I tell you I have to go into work this afternoon for a few hours?”

She frowned around a bite of pancake. “Will! I thought you had off until Monday. Why do you have to go into work?”

“Todd asked me about something last night that I completely forgot about. It’ll just take a little bit, then I’ll be home and all yours until Monday. I promise.”

“Alright. I understand.”

I smooched her forehead. “Thanks, babe.”

Two hours later, I walked into Todd’s office, my body quivering with anticipation. Before I’d headed over I’d taken a long shower, making sure I was clean inside and out for Todd. I even shaved my asshole, just in case Todd wanted to eat me out again.

Todd was sitting at his desk, hands clasped behind his head. “There’s my beautiful boy.”

I blushed, not sure how to respond. Todd patted his desk, “Come sit, baby.”

I rushed over, wanting to see what Todd had in store for me today. “Yes, Sir.”

“Eager for me, huh, baby?” I nodded. “Does Jenna have a nice little hangover this morning?”

“Yes she was. How many drinks did you push on her last night?”

“Just two. She was well on her way to wasted without my help.”

That was odd. Jenna wasn’t usually a heavy drinker. I’d seen her drunk twice in the five years I’d known her, and that first time had been her twenty-first birthday. I wonder if something was going on that bursa escort she hadn’t told me about.

“Quit thinking about Jenna. I have something else for you to think about.”

I leaned in closer to him. “What’s that, Sir?”

“My cock. On your knees.”

I slid off the desk and put my hands on his thighs. Todd’s fingers worked on his fly, pulling out his beautiful, thick cock. I leaned forward and mouthed the tip. I felt Todd’s hands dig into my hair, urging me to take more of his cock. I moved to wrap my fist around the base of his cock, but Todd yanked on my hair in warning.

“Ah ah ah, baby boy. Just your mouth. I want you to choke on it.”

I hummed around the tip and started working my way back down the length of his cock. He started thrusting his hips into my face, fucking it without restraint. I started to gag, which pleased Todd, egging him on. I opened my throat and swallowed.

“That’s it, boy. Swallow Daddy’s cock, baby. Daddy’s gonna cum for you. You’re going to swallow it all.”

I moaned around his cock, moving faster, wanting him to cum as fast as I could. I craved the taste of his cum. I never thought this was something I would be doing, sucking another man’s cock and loving it.

Todd started bucking his hips faster, and I could tell he was close. I sucked hard and was rewarded with the first burst of cum from the tip of his cock. I swallowed spurt after spurt as Todd came, eager to savor every bit of it.

As Todd’s cock began to soften I pulled off with a pop and sat back on my heels, my own cock hard as a rock. Todd’s hand came up to rest on my cheek. “You’re so good at that baby boy. A natural cock sucker.”

“I’m just a slut for you, Sir.”

“Damn right you are, boy. Come sit on my lap.”

I gingerly rested myself on his thighs. I hadn’t sat on anyone’s lap in a long time, but Todd made me feel small and safe. I wasn’t a small guy, so that was an impressive feat.

“Can I kiss you, Sir?”

Todd didn’t answer, he just threaded his fingers into my hair again and mashed his lips to mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I can’t explain it, but kissing Todd was so much better than kissing Jenna. Maybe it was that Todd controlled every aspect of this relationship, and I was the one who controlled my relationship with Jenna. Whatever it was, I loved it.

We kissed for a long time, and when Todd finally pulled away we were both gasping. “You’re such a sweet boy, William.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“We’re going to try something a little new today,” Todd said mischievously.

I was intrigued. “What do you have in mind, Sir?”

Todd görükle escort reached behind me and opened one of his desk drawers. I heard the rattle of pens and then he was dangling a pair of handcuffs in my face. “Just a little bondage play, baby boy.” My cock twitched against his hip and he smiled dashingly at me. “You like that idea, don’t you sweet boy?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Strip, then go sit on the couch,” he ordered.

Eagerly, I bounded off his lap and headed for the couch that dominated the center of his office. The chrome and black leather was very modern and the scrolling nature of the arm rests would be perfect for any bondage play that Todd had in mind. I yanked my jeans and briefs down my hips and kicked them away along with my shoes. A couple of buttons popped off my shirt in my haste to get rid of the offending garment. Where everything landed, I don’t know, and I didn’t care. I sat down, waiting for further instructions.

“Put on the blindfold.”

I noticed for the first time the length of black fabric on the coffee table in front of me. I quickly knotted it behind my head and adjusted it so that all the light was blocked.

“Good boy. Now lay face down.”

I obeyed, listening for any more clues as to what was coming my way. I could hear him opening and shutting drawers, but I heard no more clink of metal. My cock grew impossible harder as I waited for Todd to join me on the couch. I squirmed, trying to adjust myself to gain some relief.

“Ah ah ah, baby boy,” came Todd’s voice as he straddled my ass. Sometime during his rummaging, he had stripped, and I could feel his semi-hard cock rubbing against my back. “Arms above your head.”

Instead of the cold feeling of metal that I had expected I felt soft rope encircle my wrists. A few tugs later and I was secured to the couch, unable to move. Todd’s hands slid under my hips and lifted, bringing me to my knees with my ass in the air. The position forced me to shift my weight onto my chest and shoulders, my cheek digging into the couch cushion. It also shifted the plug I’d had shoved in my asshole since last night further into my aching hole.

“There’s my beautiful boy. Look at that pussy stuffed nice and full for me.”

I moaned, aching for more than words. I felt Todd’s fingers massaging into my cheeks, inching closer to the handle on the plug that had once belonged to Jenna. I couldn’t see ever giving the toy back to my fiancée now.

“Time to open up that pussy for me baby,” Todd murmured, pulling on the toy’s handle.

As each bulb of the toy passed through the mouth of my ass a fresh wave of goosebumps bursa escort bayan washed over me. My cock wept at the tip, aching for the attention only Todd could give it. At last, the plug was freed from my ass and I felt the cool air rushing over the sensitive flesh. Reflexively, I clenched, which elicited a groan from Todd.

“Look at that wink. You kept that pussy nice and open for me, just like I asked.”

“Anything for you, Sir.”

“And you cleaned yourself up. I like my boy nice and smooth.” He gave a quick flick of his tongue over my hole. “Mmm, delicious.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Sir. Do it again.”

“Do you like me eating your pussy, baby?”

I shivered. “Fuck, yes, Sir.”

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Todd said just before his tongue delved into my pussy. He ate at me relentlessly, sending pleasure raking through my body. Just when I thought I was going to erupt, Todd pulled away.

I cried out at the loss of his touch. “Just wait, baby. I have something special in store for you.”

“Please keep touching me, Sir. Fuck me, spank me, anything.”

Todd chuckled. “Such a greedy boy.”

“Your greedy boy,” I echoed.

“My slutty boy.”

“Your slutty boy.”

“Ready to get fucked, beautiful, slutty boy?”

“YES!” I shouted. “Please, Sir,” I added.

Todd pushed his cock inside me, and I groaned loudly. He kept pushing until his entire length was buried inside my slutty hole. Once he was seated fully, he bucked his hips, sending him to the remaining virgin depths of my ass.

He grunted, pulling himself slowly out of me before ramming back home again. He repeated the action again and again, each time brushing against my prostate in the most delicious way.

“Harder,” I begged.

I expected him to deny me, but he didn’t. He continued hammering into my ass, harder than before, but not nearly hard enough to quench the ache inside me.

“Are you ready for your surprise, baby boy?” He whispered near my ear.

“There’s more?” I asked huskily.

“I’ll always have more for my baby boy.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Slutty.” Thrust. “Beautiful.” Thrust. “Boy.”

Todd’s fingers tugged on my hair hard enough that my head came up off the cushion and I was in more of a hands-and-knees position. Another set of hands landed on my cheeks, startling me.

“Look at our slutty boy. He loves taking my cock up his ass.”

“I love your cock, Sir.”

The blindfold slipped off my head. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust my vision again to the bright lights.

“You’re going to cum for me now, boy.”

“Yes, Will, you’re going to cum for him now.”

Todd thrust against my prostate again, and I came hard, ass filled by my boss’ cock, looking into my fiancée’s eyes.

“That was so hot baby,” she murmured, a scant second before she crashed her lips to mine.

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(All main characters are over the age of 18)

*

As soon as I got back to the room, I screamed. I was just so frustrated at the coach, and the school and everybody. I needed to vent my anger and frustration. I felt like crying. The soccer team had been one of the only constant things in my life, and I didn’t know what I was going to do now that it was no longer a part of it. I walked over to my bed and sat down.

“Hey, you alright?” asked Matt as he rubbed his eyes and sat up sleepily in his bed. Jesus, I had forgotten he hadn’t gotten up yet.

“Uhm, yeah. Sorry about the yelling, did I wake you up?” I asked

“Just a little bit. Why were you yelling?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow and brushing his hair out of his eyes. Damn, he was cute.

“I was just at soccer practice. It didn’t go so well.” I replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” he said, “At least there’s always next time, right?”

“Not for me.” I sighed as I laid down on my bed. “I got cut from the team.”

“That’s unfortunate, do you want to talk about it?” He looked at me and I noticed that his eyes were a light shade of blue I had never seen before.

“Uh, n-no thanks. I’ll be okay.” I was stuttering again. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, they were just beautiful.

“Dave, you’re spacing out a bit there.” said Matt, bringing me out of my reverie.

“Oh, sorry. I was just distracted. I should probably shower, I’m kind of sweaty.” I blushed. Had he noticed me staring into his eyes?

“Alright then.” Matt said. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I saw him roll over to go back to sleep as I grabbed a towel and closed the door behind me. While stripping off my sweaty soccer clothes, I noticed a bottle on the sink labeled ‘Piercing Cleanser’.

“Must be Matt’s.” I muttered as I pulled off my shorts and socks. Looking at my body in the full length mirror on the back of the door, I noticed I had gotten a little sunburned on the back of my neck during practice. My eyes traveled downward to my cock, which was about five inches soft and just over seven when hard. I kept my pubic hair trimmed short, I just thought it looked better. I turned on the tap and stepped into the stream of water, letting it soak my hair and run in rivulets down my body. I opened my bottle of shower gel and squeezed some onto my hand before lathering up my chest. As I worked the foam over my body, my mind began to drift. I thought about Matt, how good he looked in those skinny jeans, and how adorable his lip ring was. I was starting to become aroused. I remembered how Matt looked when he was wearing only a towel and my body responded with a throbbing erection that demanded attention. I grasped my manhood and slowly started stroking it. I wanted to think of something else, but my mind kept returning to Matt’s smooth body, sarıyer escort and firm butt. I was becoming more and more aroused, and started to imagine he was in the shower with me, stroking me as I kissed his beautiful lips.

That final image put me over the top and my whole body tensed up as I shot thick strands of cum onto the wall of the shower. I grabbed hold of the curtain bar to steady my weak knees and stepped out of the shower. After I dried off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. Matt must have been in the middle of changing or something because when I stepped into the room, he was entirely naked, and facing away from me. I could see his tight butt as he bent over his drawer, and my breath caught in my throat. He was pulling something out of his dresser when I got his attention. In retrospect, I don’t know why I spoke up instead of just going back into the bathroom until he was dressed. Maybe I just wanted to see him naked, maybe I was just shocked. Either way, both of us were pretty embarrassed.

“Ahem” I coughed. Matt spun around so fast he fell over.

“Oh god, sorry!” exclaimed Matt as he hastily covered himself with a tee shirt from his bed. He wasn’t fast enough however, and right before he did so I caught a glimpse of his cock, and from what I could see, it was either semi-erect or Matt was hung like a horse.

“Uhm, nope, my fault.” I said as I covered my eyes and turned around. “I’m just gonna go back into the bathroom until you’re dressed.” I quickly stepped into the bathroom and practically slammed the door. My heart was pounding in my chest. Why was I so aroused by the sight of Matt, naked?Suddenly, I remembered what I had thought about just then in the shower. The realization hit me; I had masturbated to the idea of making out with a guy, and enjoyed it. It must have been a fluke, I wasn’t gay. I liked girls, I liked cheerleaders and short skirts, not guys with lip rings. I was a jock for Christ’s sake, a sports nerd. There was hardly anything less gay than that. Reassured of my straightness, my heart rate slowly returned to normal. I opened the door and saw Matt sitting awkwardly on his bed in pajama pants and a gray tee shirt. I walked out and sat across from him on my bed. For the longest time, neither one of us spoke, each preferring to stare awkwardly at the ground. Finally, I decided I should say something.

“Well, uh, that was certainly embarrassing.” The ice had been broken. Matt cracked a smile and blushed at the same time.

“You can say that again.” He looked up at me again with those incredible blue eyes. I was leaning forward, and our faces were inches apart. Matt seemed to be staring into my eyes as much I was staring into his.

He smiled that smile again and something in my brain clicked. maslak escort I was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss him. I didn’t care anymore that he was a guy, this urge was primal. I needed to act on it, as much as I needed to breathe. I leaned forward and kissed him, my lips meeting his in a perfect instant. For a split second, I was in heaven, then Matt jerked backwards, and pushed me away at the same time.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, shocked, blushing even more vividly than before.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered, “It’s just that, you were- and I-“

“Why would you do that?” he demanded again, his voice cracking. I could tell by his tone that the question was rhetorical. Before I could say anything else he stood up and left the room, leaving me in a state of shock and guilt. Why the hell did I just do that? I felt like the world’s biggest fool. I should have known better than to kiss him. Just because I thought he was beautiful doesn’t mean he reciprocated the feeling. I buried my face in my hands and collapsed on the bed. God, I felt like such an asshole.

Eventually, I got up and got dressed, although that didn’t change much. I spent the rest of the day moping around the room and wishing I could turn back time and undo what happened. Time must really fly when you spend all day regretting something, because I soon noticed that it was seven o’clock and that I hadn’t eaten all day. Pulling myself out of bed, I made my way out the door and down the path to the dining hall. After waiting in line for my food, I looked around the dining area for Matt. I saw him sitting at the same table where we had eaten dinner the night before, he was sitting by himself. Jesus, he looked so lonely and sad. I wanted to just go sit next to him, but I couldn’t work up the nerve. I desperately hoped I didn’t really screw things up between us.

Matt must have left by the time I was done because I didn’t see him on my way out. I slowly made my way back to our room, taking my time in the hopes of running into him on the way back, unfortunately, I did not. When I got to our door, I paused. I considered the possibility that Matt might be back in the room but decided it was unlikely. If he had stayed out all day, what would be the point in him returning now. I opened the door to find out that I was wrong. Matt was sitting on his bed staring out the window. He heard me come in and turned towards me.

“Hey.” he said quietly, I replied in kind. I moved past him and sat down on the edge of my bed, facing him but staring at the floor.

“Look, about this morning, I don’t know why I did that.” I said after a prolonged silence. I sighed. “If you want, I’ll talk to the RA tomorrow and see if we can get different room assignments.” He didn’t say anything for a few moments beyoğlu escort and then I heard a sniffle. I looked up and saw Matt’s eyes were red. “Are you okay?” I asked tentatively. He didn’t respond and switched beds, so he was now sitting next to me.

“I think you should just listen for a minute, Dave.” He said, his voice sounding a little shaky. I confirmed my earlier suspicion, his eyes were definitely red. “I told you that I was kicked out of my old school because of a difference of opinion. That’s not entirely true. I was kicked out because they found out that I’m gay.” I was a little taken aback, but I didn’t interrupt him. “I had known since eighth grade but I had never told anyone. Then, one day last year, after phys ed, one of the guys corners me in the locker room and kisses me.” He paused, and sniffled again. “I was surprised but I thought he was hot, so I kissed back. Then, its like he suddenly realized what he was doing and stopped. He pushed me away called me a faggot then punched me, before throwing me in one of the showers.” He paused again, and I looked at him. I noticed his eyes again, and they looked pained. I could tell it was taking a lot on his part to be telling me this story. He continued. “The next day, this boy goes to the dean and tells him that I had ‘attacked’ him in the locker room and tried to kiss him. The school, being a christian institution, had a strict anti-homosexuality policy and I was immediately expelled even though I did nothing wrong. I know this is a lot to lay on you, but hopefully you can understand why I reacted the way I did this morning. I just couldn’t deal with that again and I freaked out.” As he finished speaking I could hear pain in his voice.

“I can only imagine what that was like,” I suddenly had no trouble finding my words, “and I do feel bad about what I did this morning. Kissing you like that was way out of line, and if it means anything, I’m sorry.” As I said that, Matt broke down and started crying. He fell against me, surprising me as he leaned into my chest. I put my arm around him, feeling how small he was. I felt his hot tears soak into my shirt, and I wanted nothing more at that moment than to hold him and comfort him. I pulled him tightly against me while he cried.

“It’s okay, Matt. That’s over now, I’m here.” I said, surprising myself with how easily the words came to reassure him. After a few moments, he spoke;

“Don’t be sorry.”

“What?” I asked, thinking I had misheard.

“I said, don’t be sorry for kissing me. I did kind of like it.” said Matt, wiping his eyes and starting to smile.

“You did?”

“Absolutely, I had a crush on you from almost the moment we met, and even more so now that I can see what a gentle person you are.” he said nervously and hugged me tighter.

“Well, I liked kissing you too, and when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, and since I met you, I’ve realized I really like you.” I said, equally as nervously. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I leaned down and kissed him again, and this time he kissed back, deeply and passionately.

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The day before Stuart had to leave on his trip was very mundane and rather boring. He spent most of the day packing. Dana had left earlier in the day. She went to her office to work on some last minute case details. He knew the divorce case she was working on would consume her time. He knew how she got when she was working on her cases. Then again she knew how important his work was. And the convention he had to go to would define a good portion of the upcoming quarter would like.

Dana didn’t get home until nine. He’d fallen asleep by the time she got home. His flight was scheduled for seven in the morning. He hated early flights, but they were a fact of his business life. He always had a hard time sleeping the nights before flights. He was somewhat excited of the prospect of flying and what the next day would bring. He was briefly awoken as Dana got into bed with him.

“Sorry,” Dana said as she got into bed with him.

“It’s fine,” he said in a low tone, “what time is it?”

“Twelve thirty,” she replied as she turned away from him.

“Okay,” he replied as he fell back to sleep.

“HUH,” Stuart exclaimed as he sat up in bed.

He looked over to the clock and noticed it was five thirty. He’d over slept just a bit, but he was prepared. He noticed the alarm clock wasn’t set and he’d somehow woken up on his own. He quietly walked out of bed and walked to the shower. He turned the water on and quickly got in. He was halfway done with the shower when he noticed the anal-plug in the soap dish.

“God,” he said out loud in a low voice.

He starred at it for a few seconds. He escort ataköy reached over and picked it up. He looked over the small thing. He couldn’t believe that this little thing caused a horrible mishap the night before. He placed it back in the dish and finished his shower. He quickly got dressed and kissed Dana on the cheek as she slept and walked out. He drove to the airport, parked in long-term parking and checked into his flight.

He was able to get some sleep on the plane. But it was terrible sleep. Visions of the night before kept haunting his sleep. That and something he said to her. He said he’d never done that with a woman before. He had experimented with toys like that before, in college, with a man. That wasn’t all he’d done with a man.

He was glad to have finally landed. Even though it was a business trip he was hoping to have some time away from his work and relax. Tennessee was a world away from California, almost alien to him. He checked into his room at the Hilton and called Dana. She didn’t answer her phone. He figured she was busy. The convention started the next day at a convention center across the street. He decided to go downstairs to the hotel bar around seven.

The bar was pretty quiet and he found a seat right at the bar. The woman bartender took his order. He began to watch the TVs in the bar. Nothing good was on, mostly sports, Stuart never liked sports, and he didn’t understand how people could watch them. He looked over and saw that someone pulled up next to him. Stuart looked over and noticed a familiar man sat next to him.

“Stuart,” the man said as escort taksim he slid up next to him.

“Yes,” he said as he picked up his beer.

“How are you,” he asked as the man put his hand on Stuart’s thigh.

“Peter,” Stuart said in a nervous tone.

“Are you here for the convention,” Peter asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“As am I,” Peter said as the bartender came back with his drink.

“Good,” Stuart said as he looked away towards the TV.

“How long has it been,” Peter asked as he ran hand closer to Stuart’s crotch.

“A long time,” Stuart said.

“How are things with Dana,” he asked.

“Good.”

“We should do something tonight,” Peter smiled before taking a big gulp from his drink.

“No,” Stuart said, “I can’t do that anymore.”

“Oh,” he smiled, “I think we can. What room are you in?”

“I can’t tell you,” Stuart replied.

“I can always ask the front desk,” Peter smirked.

“Don’t,” Stuart pleaded as Peter gripped Stuart’s crotch.

“Even better,” Peter said as he took his hand off Stuart’s crotch.

“What,” Stuart asked.

Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out two room cards. He put one on the bar.

“Room 714,” he said as he stood up, “I’ll see you tonight.”

Stuart decided against going to Peter’s room. He had to let it go. He couldn’t live with himself if he did. As the week progressed Stuart avoided Peter’s bizarre advances. He wanted nothing to do with the man. He attended the conference and all his required meetings. Peter was only in a few of his meetings. Luckily Peter didn’t escort etiler make any advances during the meetings. Stuart was happy when the week came to the end. He couldn’t wait to come home to Dana.

The night before he had to leave Peter was in his room.

“The fuck,” Stuart said in disbelief as he saw Peter naked on his bed.

“Hello,” Peter replied while standing up.

“Get out of here,” Stuart demanded.

“I like it here,” Peter laughed as he walked up to him.

“Please,” Stuart said as he pushed Peter off of him.

“You know you want it.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“Get out!”

“One last time,” Peter said as he got on the bed.

“I can’t,” Stuart said in a nervous tone.

Peter got on all fours on the bed and propped his ass in the air. Stuart became erect and looked at his old friend on the bed. But in his mind he knew he couldn’t do it. He knew he couldn’t break the bond that he had with Dana.

“Pound my ass,” Stuart said as he grabbed his penis.

Stuart walked up to the bed and positioned himself behind Peter.

“Yes,” Peter said as he felt Stuart’s hand run down his back.

“No,” Stuart said as he wrapped his arms around Peter and picked him off the bed.

“The fuck,” Peter said as he was lifted off the bed.

“I don’t care,” Stuart said as he grabbed Peter’s robe and threw it at him, “this is over. College is over and whatever we did is history.”

Peter put the robe on and began to walk out.

“You’ll,” Peter started as he looked back at Stuart.

“Goodbye,” Stuart said in an angry tone as Peter walked out.

When the door shut Stuart locked the deadbolt and put the security chain in place. He brushed out the bed where Peter was knelt over. He turned the TV on and sat on the bed. He was glad that Peter was gone and couldn’t wait to see Dana

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