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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

I’ll Do You If You Do Me

“Ohhhh Billy, this is…ohhh God…so wrong…we shouldn’t be doing this…” I groaned.

His hand moved faster and harder up-and-down my throbbing erection, and, yes…I did the same for him.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me — I’d never done a queer-thing in my life up until three nights ago when I let my friend feel my prick and jerk me off and then he shamed me into doing it for him, too.

“Johnny, please, I did you – it’s your turn to do me — it’s what guys do for each other,” he’d said while moving my hand up and down his hot and hard prick.

I don’t know how it happened but we were sitting on his sofa in the dark smoking a joint and the next thing I knew my pants were open and down to my knees and he was stroking my boner…surreal…now we were doing it again for the third night in a row, only this time, the flickering images from the television lit the room enough so I could actually see our hands stroking each others cocks…oh God, how could I let this happen?

“Ohhhh Johnny, look at that — ohhhh, that would feel sooo good, wouldn’t it?” he moaned in my ear.

My eyes were fixed on the television screen watching a close-up of a pretty girl going down on some guys huge cock. I couldn’t believe she was able to open her mouth wide enough to take in that monster-of-a-penis.

“Ohhhh-Johnny, do that for me, pleeeeezzzzzz…”

Huh? What? My urgent need to climax disappeared. He’s got to be kidding, right?

“Billy, I can’t do that…” I said.

And then the unthinkable happened — Billy went down on me — well, not exactly. He lowered his head just above my cockhead and I felt his hot breath on my sensitive cock flesh. My raging boner throbbed and pulsated with anticipation.

“Johnny,” he whispered, “no one will ever know what you and I do in private…I’m not going to say anything — will you?”

“Noooooooo…I won’t say a word,” I moaned.

He suddenly raised up and said, “Good, you do me then I’ll do you,” and I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing it downward.

I was so horny I couldn’t think straight. This is a dream, right?

Sure, sometimes when I masturbate I fantasize about doing things with guys, but those are only fantasies — not reality — I dream about a lot of sexual things I would never actually do — that’s the very definition of a fantasy, isn’t it?

He said one more time, “Do it, Johnny, then I’ll do you.”

It was suddenly the most logical thing I’d ever heard. I’ll do him then he’ll do me — that makes perfect sense!

My hard prick throbbed. My head was lost in a dense fog of lust. I groaned, wet my lips and slid them over his pre-cum-slick cockhead and sucked a guys cock for the first time in my life.

He lied to me. I did him but he didn’t do me.

He said, “I’m not a fagboy like you, Johnny!”

Two-months after I let Billy cum in my mouth the first time, I couldn’t take anymore of his hypocritical condescension, and his blackmailing threats to expose me to our friends and families – I’m a ‘fagboy’ for going down on him whenever he demands it, but since he doesn’t reciprocate, he’s normal…really?

The only way out I could think of was to move to another city. You know, ‘the-grass-is-always-greener-on-the-other-side’ sort of thing.

The major flaw with that idiom is you might be in a brand new city beginning a brand new life but your old thoughts, feelings and habits follow you wherever you go. You can never escape from yourself.

I moved to a warm weather city. I was tired of the snow and cold at home. Yes, the weather is great in spite of the humidity, and I live thirty-minutes from the Gulf, but I find myself in the exact same circumstances I had desperately tried to flee at home: a lousy, near-minimum wage job which means I can’t afford to do much of anything when I’m not working.

I live in a downstairs, one-bedroom apartment in a two-story house. I actually like my place. It’s bigger than I need and came fully furnished. The rent is reasonable, too. The only drawback is it is near downtown in an old and rundown neighborhood. I can’t afford to live in a nice apartment in a good area of town. Oh well, maybe some day…

The only good thing that worked out for me was I was able to find a job within walking distance of the house. Sure, it’s a low paying job at a convenience store, but at least I’d save money on gas.

***

I didn’t work with anyone I could hang-out with, and the only females were twenty-years older than me so no potential girlfriends either.

It didn’t take long for me to fall into my old rut. Wake up with a hang-over; go to work; spend eight miserable hours watching the clock and go home and start drinking again.

The only people I really interact with are both old. Mister Abdul, the owner of the store, and my landlord, Mister Z, and I think they both have Escort bursa ulterior motives for being nice to me: I think they’re both trying to get into my pants.

Mister Abdul likes to give me shoulder rubs when we’re not busy, and I swear one time he pressed his erection against my butt. He gets this crazy glean in his eyes when he sees me, and now he asks me to go out for a drink with him every day after work. I dunno, I might take him up on his offer. Accepting a couple drinks from him doesn’t mean I have to put out, does it? Heh-heh-heh…

***

I didn’t think anything of Mister Z’s constant attention until last week. He was just being friendly to me. He was living with his wife, or so I thought, until she moved out a few days ago.

“Why did Missus Z move out?” I asked him.

“What? Nooo, she’s my sister, not my wife — I’ve never been married,” he said.

He has taken me out to dinner a few times, and will sit in my apartment drinking with me. I do have a history of getting along better with older guys. Somehow I have a difficult time relating with guys close to my own age.

***

I’ve done a lot of reading on the subject and have come to the conclusion I use alcohol to sublimate my sexuality. I think I’m queer but can’t bring myself to accept it so I get wasted instead.

Makes perfect sense to me. My father brought us up believing there is no greater sin than being gay.

“God doesn’t make mistakes — no one is born queer,” he’d say. “A person chooses to be homosexual!”

Every time he said that, I would think, ‘Why would anyone choose to be homosexual? Christ, look at all the problems they have — getting verbally abused and sometimes physically assaulted — who in their right mind would want to live like that? No, he’s wrong — people are born that way!’

I want to let you in on a little secret: sure, I moved to a new city to get away from Billy, but I also did it in hopes of discovering once and for all who I really am. I never would have had the courage to explore my sexuality back home.

Unfortunately, I can’t find the courage here either. I’ve taken to going online and simply staring at men’s hard cocks. When I masturbate, I not only fantasize about when I was sucking Billy’s cock, but what it would be like to be tricked or forced into sucking other men’s cocks.

Yeah, I can’t bring myself to admit I want to do it, no, that is a mortal sin — but if I have no other choice, well, that’s not my fault, is it?

***

So the next afternoon when Mister Abdul smiled, and asked me out for a drink, I surprised the heck out of him by saying, Oh, okay, if I have to…”

His eyes bugged wide. He stammered, “No-no, you don’t have to — I just thought it would be nice if we have a drink together.”

“Mister Abdul, I don’t have much money — I can’t afford to lose this job…if I keep saying ‘No’ you’re going to find an excuse to fire me, right? Okay, I’ll have a drink with you.”

The puzzled expression on his face was priceless.

“You’re a good worker, I have no intention of—-” he said then abruptly stopped. He squinted hard at me and added: “You’re a smart boy, meet me down the street at Houlihan’s when you leave here.”

“Yes sir,” I replied.

I had never once called him “Sir” so that took him by surprise as well.

***

I found him sitting at the bar with about ten other customers. He stared at me when I sat down.

I ordered a vodka tonic from the bartender and when he brought the drink I turned to Mister Abdul and said, “You probably want more privacy – I suppose you want me to sit next to you in that booth in the far corner!”

He looked to where I was pointing and a wry smile formed on his lips.

“Yes, we should go sit over there,” he responded.

It was a circular booth and I slid myself into the middle. Mister Abdul sat beside me. I adjusted myself until our legs were touching. We drank in awkward silence.

Our drinks were almost gone when I placed my hand on his leg just above his knee. His body flinched.

“I’ve never done anything like this…” I softly said. When his eyes narrowed, I added, “…but like I said, I can’t afford to lose this job…”

I let the back of my hand lightly brush over the crotch of his slacks and felt his erection.

“I suppose you’re going to make me sit in your car with you…” I said.

He cleared his throat. He was obviously very nervous.

I added: “I guess if I don’t do what you tell me, you’re going to fire me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, if you don’t sit in my car with me, I will fire you,” he said hypnotically.

I found his hand beneath the tabletop and placed my hand in his.

“You’re going to make me touch it, aren’t you?” I asked in a small voice.

Beads of perspiration formed on his brow.

I repeated, “You’re going to make me touch it, aren’t you?”

He took a deep breath then placed my hand on the bulge in his slacks.

“Yes, touch it Antalya escort — squeeze it!” he said firmly, with growing confidence.

“All you men are the same…you’re going to make me sit in your car and do things for you, aren’t you?” I said running my hand back and forth on the outline of his hard cock.

He cleared his throat again and said, “Yes, boy – let’s go outside, I want you next to me in my car!”

I gave his hard cock one more squeeze then followed him out of the booth and out the back door.

He unlocked the car and was about to open the front door when I opened the back door and slid into the middle. He followed me inside and closed the door.

There was an awkward pause. He stared into my eyes. Finally, I said, “Please don’t make me take it out of your pants, sir…pleeeezzzzzzz.”

He took a deep breath and forcefully said, “If you don’t take it out of my pants I am going to fire your sorry ass!”

Oooooo…my prick throbbed inside my briefs.

I fumbled with the belt and managed to unfasten his slacks. I hooked my hands in the waistband of the slacks and his boxers and tugged downward. He lifted his hips and his manly cock sprang into view.

I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it up and down. His squirming and writhing body told me he was already close to orgasm.

“Please don’t make me take it in my mouth and suck it, sir,” I pleaded.

In a raspy and hoarse voice he growled, “Suck it boy — suck it or else!”

Well, John, you have to go down on him or you’ll lose your job!

I wet my lips and slid them over his purple cockhead and began bobbing my head up and down. In less than two-minutes his hips began an urgent upward thrusting. I tasted the pre-cum oozing from his slit.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and said, “Please don’t cum in my mouth, sir, please don’t make me swallow it!”

“Ohhhhh,” he groaned, “…if you don’t swallow every drop you’re fired!”

My head rapidly moved up-and-down the length of his hot and pulsating cock. Suddenly, his hands tightly held my head to his crotch and he filled my mouth with spurt-after-spurt of hot spunk. I had no choice but to swallow it all.

***

A couple days later it was the first of the month and I found myself knocking on my landlords door.

The old man opened the door and peered down at me.

“Mister Z, please, I need another week — I don’t have all the rent money…please Mister Z, please don’t evict me, I have no where else to go…I’ll do anything you want, Mister Z — just please don’t evict me!”

“What the hell are you talking about, boy? I always give you leeway when it comes to paying your rent!” he said with a puzzled look in his eyes.

“No, please, Mister Z…I need more time — I’ll do ANYTHING you want, just please, give me more time!” I pleaded with him.

The puzzled look in his eyes disappeared. A small grin formed on his face.

“You’ll do ANYTHING I want?” he asked me.

“ANYTHING, Mister Z, just please don’t evict me!”

“Come inside, boy, maybe we can work out some kind of payment plan,” he said with a lecherous smile on his craggy old face.

“That would be great, Mister Z…I’ll do anything to make it up to you!”

“Yes you will, boy, that’s what I’m counting on…”

Back-Seat Bobby

There’s this gay bar in the city I go to every afternoon to have a few drinks and unwind. It’s not a fancy place at all. No, on the contrary, it’s a joint where blue-collar workers gather to slam down a few beers while either shooting pool or sitting at the long, oak bar bitching about their jobs.

I get there around one before the young crowd fills the place. Mornings, and up until around four, almost all the customers are retired and over fifty. And, most of them are aging closet queens who never had the nerve to live the life they only fantasized about — how sad!

Everyone perks up when they see me and they shout friendly greetings. It is flattering and good for my ego to be called ‘Cutie’ and ‘Hot Stuff’ and ‘Pretty Boy.’

By the time I sit on my favorite bar stool there are always at least two drinks waiting for me. Today is no different. I drink vodka and soda with lemon and I have two of them sitting in front of me.

Dan the bartender winks at me and says, “Hey John, Charlie’s all revved-up — he wants to see you in the worst way…you wanna talk with him yet?”

I quickly drain the first drink, and tell Dan, “Sure.”

I watch Dan lean over and say something to Charlie. The old man nods his head and finishes his drink, gets off the bar stool and begins walking towards the back door without so much as a glance in my direction.

I follow him out the back door all the while basking in the smiles of all the old queers sitting around the bar.

I let Charlie settle into the backseat of his car before I climb in beside him. My hands immediately begin to fondle and caress his upper thighs.

“How ya doing Manavgat escort bayan today, Charlie?” I ask him while opening his slacks. “I haven’t seen you lately.”

“Well, my neighbor in the trailer park turned out to be a fruit, and he took good care of me for awhile, but the son-of-a-bitch moved out last week and now I got the worst case of blue balls I ever had!” he said. “I need to bust a nut in the worst way, Bobby!”

I love the way old guys have no filter — they say whatever is on their minds.

“Here cutie, let me help you out with your rent this week,” he said.

I take the ten-dollar bill from his hand and put it in my pocket, smile, and say, “Thanks Charlie, I need all the help I can get!”

Charlie is one of my favorites of all the old guys. I can get him hard in two-minutes and he always shoots his load in less than five. And to honest about it, heh-heh-heh, his spunk isn’t as foul-tasting as most of them.

***

I am surprised and relieved when I look at my cell phone and see it is almost four o’clock. It’s been an unusually hectic day and I lost all track of time. To make matters worse, I can no longer taste the vodka-soda, if you know what I mean, heh-heh-heh…

While the old queens slowly leave, and the young studs begin to trickle in, I try to remember the number of backseats I sat in today.

Let’s see, there was Charlie, One-Eye Eddie, Gary Gump, Luther the Lutheran (although I think his name is ‘Earl’), Grumpy Fred, Dallas, The Kid (who is eighty), Pastor Paul, Herman the Accountant, Big Bang Barry (because he looks like Sheldon from the tv show) and Lester the Molester (I don’t think he is, but he is awfully creepy).

I left Dan the Bartender a hefty tip even though I never paid for a drink. If it wasn’t for him acting as a kind of middle-man and supervisor, my afternoon would have been quite dull.

I always eat dinner between four and five. It’s the slowest time of the day in the bar and I need to eat anyway. The diner is just down the street and they make the best meat loaf, and of course, a boy’s gotta feed his strength and stamina.

***

I am always amazed when I return to the bar and it is packed wall-to-wall with all sorts of young men. Hunks, twinks, musclemen, sissy boys, you name it, they all come here, and there is always a good number of closeted business men wearing expensive suits.

I am sitting quietly at the bar sipping a drink when I see Bobby across the bar glaring at me. In true form, when he knows I am looking at him he flips me the bird. I give him the finger right back. Bobby is an aging queen who is intensely jealous of me. He’s pushing the big 3-0 and looks it. He can’t stand all the attention I receive…screw him!

Suddenly, someone behind me grips my shoulder and it startles me. I hear a deep voice say: “A friend of mine says you’re a ‘Backseat Bobby’ – is that true?”

I never liked that nickname — it’s demeaning. I spin around on the bar stool to tell him off and come face-to-face with a gorgeous hunk of man.

I blush, bat my eyes, smile and say, “Oh, hi handsome, I can be anyone you want me to be!”

He has a manly laugh and pearly-white teeth. He leans on the bar close to me. I see his hand pushing something in front of me. He pulls it away and I look down to see a fifty-dollar bill.

“I hear you’re working your way thru college,” he says with that broad smile still on his perfect face. “I have a job for you if you’re interested.”

“Lead the way, handsome,” I say to him while scooping up the bill and shoving it in my pocket.

I follow him out to the parking lot marveling at his manly thighs and ass. I guess him to be six-feet four and maybe two-hundred pounds. A perfect specimen.

While I wondered what his cock would look like, my own little prick stiffened in my briefs. My heart fluttered as I climbed into the backseat beside him. This was going to be a labor of love, heh-heh-heh…

I begin massaging his huge thighs. He pulls me close to him and begins to unbutton my shirt. I place my hand on his to stop him. I don’t have many rules, but I always keep my clothes on in case of an emergency and I need to make a quick escape.

He leans in and whispers, “You are sooo pretty, I want to see you naked!”

I hesitated and he pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket and lit it up. Two-minutes later I was flying high and didn’t care that he was undressing me. I felt wonderful this gorgeous man wanted me.

He took my shoes and socks off himself then stripped me until I was down to my red, string bikini briefs. My boner was poking out the crotch and he chuckled and said, “Isn’t that cute!”

I thought that would be it — that he’d leave my undies on but no, I had to lift my hips while he peeled them down my legs. He was a very tidy man — he placed all of my things on the seat next to him neatly folded.

“Ohhhh, nice,” he said. “I LOVE hairless boys!”

I boldly fondled the huge bulge in his slacks. When I went to unfasten them he stopped me.

“Not yet, kid,” he abruptly said.

He produced a short, thin leather strap and forced my thighs apart and grasped my scrotum in his big hand. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what he was going to do with the strap.

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I didn’t plan to write another story about my time with Stefan, but because of the comments I received, I thought I would tell a little bit more about what happened between us. This is kind of a long story, and I needed some time to reconstruct this day in my mind. This took place in the Fall of 2008, so some of the events might be a little inaccurate. I hope you enjoy it!

* * *

I didn’t see or hear from Stefan for a couple weeks following our first encounter. I did find myself driving through campus a few times and also running through it, hoping we would run in to one another again. I even visited the bookstore a couple times. Then one Friday afternoon I got an email from him. “Found another t-shirt you might like. Can I bring it by Saturday morning?”

I replied: “I’ll be here until about 9 o’clock, then I need to leave for the day.” In truth, I had no plans, and I would have waited around for him all day. But I didn’t want him to know that. I got up early the next day, went for a run and showered. I had just changed into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt when there was a knock on the door a little before 8 o’clock. It was Stefan and his bike. He was looking cute as hell: gym shorts, basketball shoes and a t-shirt. He wasn’t holding anything except his helmet.

“Hey, bud, come on in.” I was beyond nervous, not sure what else to say to him. “So how you been?”

“I’ve been good. Just plugging away with classes, thinking about where I want to go to med school.”

“Wow, med school. I didn’t know you wanted to be a doctor.”

“Yeah, it’s been something I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid.”

“Well, I’m sure you will be a very good doctor. … So where’s the t-shirt?”

Stefan smiled and took off his t-shirt, offering it to me. “Here you go.”

I just stood there and smiled, my cock expanding and getting incredibly hard in my shorts. I know there was a tent down there. “What am I supposed to do about this?”

“Take the t-shirt. I told you I had one for you.”

I walked toward him and in about a half second we were in a passionate embrace. I pushed him up against the wall in my living room, kissing him deeply and grinding into him. I broke away from the kiss a little to whisper in his ear: “God I want you right now. So fucking bad.”

“Oooooh. God. Yes.”

I turned him around and pushed him against the wall, pulling his shorts to the floor simultaneously. My hand went up and down his back and ass, squeezing it a little, then spreading his cheeks just enough to play a little with his hole. “You feel very nice,” I whispered in his ear. “And you smell really nice.” There was a small hint of cologne.

“Oh God, Rick. Yes. I have wanted this again for sooooo long. Don’t stop.”

I started to penetrate him a little with my right index finger. “Do you like this, baby?”

“Oh yes. I like feeling you inside me, but I want to feel something else in me.”

“How about this?” I dropped to my knees, spread his cheeks and began to circle his boy cunt with my tongue.

“Oh God. Yes. This again. Oh my God yes,” Stefan said through heavy breaths.

I loved his ass. It was smooth, a little bit of a bubble butt and delicious. I could hear Stefan’s hands rubbing against the wall as his ass grinded against my face. His moans of pleasure got louder. “Oh my God Rick you are driving me insane. Don’t stop baby. Please don’t stop.”

I continued to eat his boy cunt, exploring him with my tongue, rubbing my hands all over his toned, smooth legs. My cock was so fucking hard. All I could think about was sliding it into him. But I also got off on hearing his coos and heavy breathing. He was so fucking hot and cute at the same time.

Finally I pulled my tongue out of his boy pussy and traced it down his right leg. When I got to his shoe, I pulled it off, then his sock. I did the same on the other leg, then moving back up his leg. I kissed over his ass, up his back, to his neck. I spun him around and planted another deep kiss on his lips. Stefan put his arms around my neck, his right leg around my legs.

It felt natural to lift him up, pushing him against the wall. Before I knew it, I was carrying him into the bedroom. I threw him down on my bed, which was already made, and I just looked down at him. Propping himself up by his elbows, he smiled at me and said: “I want you to fuck me right now. I can’t take it anymore. Get on this bed with me now.”

I started to undress, Stefan reached over in the drawer for a condom. Oh my god, did I have any left? I’d been using my stash to jack off while I thought about Stefan. Luckily, he pulled one out. I walked over to the side of the bed, naked. Stefan reached out for my cock, holding it with his right hand an kicking it. “God this is all I’ve been thinking about. I really wanna suck this, but I want you to fuck me even more.”

After he fitted the condom on me, I fell over to the bed, my cock pulsating. Then Stefan surprised me. He straddled me, reaching behind him for my cock. “Baby I wanna ride you so fucking bad.” While he slide bursa escort down my cock I stroked his gorgeous dick, rubbing it a little. Stefan cooed and groaned as he slid down on me. I let go of his cock and began to rub his side and hips, they were so smooth and nice. Then Stefan’s eyes closed as he leaned back a bit and started to gently rock on me. “Oh my god you feel soooooo good in me. Oh my god this is soooo nice. Baby I have wanted this …”

Then Stefan just leaned over me. I thought he wanted to kiss but instead started cumming. And he shot a ton. First under my chin, then on my chest and then my stomach.He groaned. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” He just kept repeating those words as he fell on top of me. I kissed his cheek, still hard as hell, and whispered: “That was so nice.” I began to rub his back as he rocked a little more, then I began to grab his hips and rock him harder. In no time I was cumming in the condom, groaning and moaning with each load I shot as I pushed myself deeper into his boy pussy.

* * *

We didn’t say anything for what seemed like a long time, heavily breathing and our bodies intertwined. My hands rubbed and caressed Stefan’s body, running my fingers through his hair then down his back and to his ass. Stefan nibbled on my neck, his face buried in me. Every so often he’d caress my leg with his right foot. The cum that he had gushed all over me was sticky, it felt good when it rubbed between our bodies. Stefan broke the silence: “Dude, I guess we need to take another shower,” Frenchimg my right ear with his tongue as he said it.

So I began to move, leading him by the hand to the shower in my bedroom. After getting the water the right temperature, we entered the shower and began a long, deep kiss as the water flowed over us. Our hands continued to explore one another as our cocks stiffened again and we pressed against one another so intensely and our legs intertwined. I was starting to have deep feelings for this guy, very deep. I eventually pulled away, grabbed the soap, squirted it on his body and started to wash him. His cute smile and killer body were magnified under the water. His body felt incredible as I washed him.

I knew he probably wasn’t ready to cum again, but I dropped to my knees anyway to take his hard cock in my mouth for a few minutes, fingering his ass as I did. Stefan tasted so good in my mouth. I pushed him against the side wall in my shower as I continued to work on him, Stefan rubbing my hair and shoulders. Then he let out a loud groan and squeezed my shoulders. I could taste his cum as he shot in my mouth. He tasted like peaches. I pushed my face all the way against him, taking every drop. He didn’t shoot a lot, but I savored every bit of his boy juice. He collapsed a little.

I pulled off him and stood back up. “Looks like someone wasn’t finished earlier.”

“God, Rick, that’s the first time I’ve been swallowed.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No. None of the girls I’ve been ith would swallow. And the same with the guys.”

“They don’t know what they missed because you taste incredible.” Then I kissed him again, pinning his arms against the wall as I grinded into him. “Baby you are so fucking hot. I don’t want to freak you out, but I’ve been thinking about you every time I have masturbsted.”

He broke his arms free and took my face in his hands. “So have I.” Then he kissed me again.

God I was falling hard for this cutie.

Stefan grabbed the soap and washed me. When he washed my back his fingers explored my ass a little. I groaned with pleasure and leaned into him, putting my arm around his head. “Dude you feel really nice,” he said, working his fingers in me.

“My ass is yours. I want you to have it.”

He squeezed it while he fingered me. “I like the way it feels. It’s toned and a little hairy. … I’ve never been inside a guy like this.”

“You are doing a very good job. I want you to fuck me after we get out. I want to feel that incredible cock inside of me.”

Stefan kissed the back of my neck and pulled out a little. “Dude you really turn me on.” He was pressing his stiffening cock against my hip.

“Good.” I turned off the water and reached for the towels. We looked and smiled at one another as we dried off, then kissed again as we stepped out of the showed. He had such a sweet little tongue.

I then grabbed a couple of the robes hanging on the back of my bathroom door. (I kept three robes in my rotation.) “Put this on,” I said, handing it to him. Stefan looked good in anything. But he looked incredibly sexy in a robe, the opening revealing a bit of his bare chest and his legs below his knees exposed. I stepped back. “I’m sure this will freak you out, but you are just so damn sexy,” tying my robe with a raging boner.

“God you make me blush so hard, you really … ” I didn’t let him finish because I pulled him against me to kiss him deeply again.

“You have the sexiest lips and tongue.” His lips were thin but full. And very, very soft. They always welcomed görükle escort my lips and eagerly parted them when I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Stefan kissed in a hungry way, acting satisfied after the embrace broke off. I was really falling for him.

I took his hand and led him to the couch. “OK, what do we have here? Is this just a couple of guys hooking up or are we thinking there is more?”

* * *

“More?” he replied in a low voice.

“I don’t mean marriage or anything like that. I just mean are we thinking this is something we might want to make regular?”

“You mean like date one another?”

“I don’t know about dating, per say. I’m not very out at all. But I am monogamous and exclusive. I don’t sleep around and ..”

“I don’t sleep around either,” he interrupted. “I’ve not thought about anyone but you since I was last here. … But I just can’t date. My campus isn’t all that open, and my parents would disown me if they even had a clue I was into guys. … They don’t think I should sleep with girls until I’m even married.” He gave a nervous laugh.

“Well, I’d like to see you again, but it would have to be here. I mean we could go out some, but we can’t be too obvious, ya know? … I hope that doesn’t sound sleazy.”

“It doesn’t at all. … But I couldn’t promise to be over here more than a couple days a week. I mean you couldn’t come to my dorm room. And I have a full schedule of classes and other things. … But I’m not interested in dating anyone else right now. … Besides, no one has made me feel like you have. My thighs are still weak from what we’ve done today.” My cock started to stiffen.

“God you know how to make me hard. Besides you look so fucking sexy in that robe.”

Stefan blushed and said: “And you are turning me on. Just seeing that hair exposed through your robe is driving me insane right now.”

“I know we turn each other on a lot, but we really don’t know much about each other. I mean I know you haven’t been with an older guy. And I’m only the second guy you’ve had anal with. But I really don’t know anything else about you and you don’t know anything else about me. … I mean i we’re going to see one another I’d like to know you a little more if that’s OK? Or does that freak you out?”

He smiled: “Not at all man.”

Remember, this was before Facebook was big. I wasn’t on any social media, and Stefan was still on MySpace. (He sent me a link to his page so I could see more pictures of him “when you’re alone.”)

So we talked for the next couple of hours. I told Stefan about my background and what I did. He told me about how he got to the local college, why he wanted to be a doctor and a little about his family. We alternately held hands and caressed one another while we talked. We even had a few prolonged kisses on the couch. I really loved his lips, tongue, and mouth. I felt like I was hard most of the time. I’d get just lost in his eyes and mouth, almost forget what he was saying. I told Stefan how I got into guys, Stefan told me about the three guys he had been with … one the summer before his senior year of high school which involved mostly jo and a little oral one night … a guy he met on vacation after high school that included his first kiss with a guy and lots of oral in different places (the beach at night, under stairs, in a car, in a garage, and a bathroom at a local grocery store over most of a week) … and a long one night stand with a guy visiting his college when he was topped for the first time but didn’t cum. The other boy came on his back, then zipped up and said something about getting back to a party. He ignored Stefan the rest of the night.

Stefan hadn’t gone all the way with girls but had been naked and orgasmed with a couple. He really hadn’t dated anyone seriously in college because his eyes were on med school. Since last summer he had been increasingly attracted to men, especially those a little older. Although he was super masc (he had played sports in high school and could have at a small college) he confessed that he really liked being sub. And he was so disappointed when he was topped the first time and the guy just left him.

Like he told me our first time together, he was attracted to me when he first saw me but was afraid to flirt. He did have the courage to approach me when he saw me at the t-shirts, but it took him forever to rally the courage to even make a sound.

* * *

It was after 11 o’clock, and Stefan apologized because he realized he had caused me to miss my appointment. I told him the truth: I didn’t have anything planned and would have waited all day for him but I didn’t want to appear too eager. He laughed because he had wanted to email me all week. He confessed that he had written and deleted “at least 50 emails to you.” I took his right hand and kissed it: “Can you stay a bit longer? We could order pizza and watch some college football games.” Stefan nodded and leaned in to give me a long, deep, wet kiss while he reached inside my robe to stroke me a little. “I want a lot bursa escort bayan of sausage with my pizza,” he purred to me, his blue eyes glistening.

“Let me get my pizza directory from the fridge and you can tell me what you want.”

I walked into the kitchen to grab the list, but when I turned around Stefan was standing behind me.

“So what would you like?” I asked.

“Lots of sausage.” Then he dropped to his knees and opened my robe, slowly licking my cock and pelvis area, my balls, my inner thighs. Then he slowly, gradually took my cock in that velvet-lined mouth. I leaned back against the fridge and let him work on me

“Baby you’re sooooo good. Damn. We’ll never get pizza here if you do that.”

Stefan stopped for a moment and looked up at me with those darling eyes: “I don’t care. I want you again. I want to taste you now.” He gave me an amazing blow job that caused me to cum after a few more minutes. Stefan’s lips clamped down on my cock and let me shoot all the way in his mouth. I slid down the fridge, landing on the floor. Stefan sat there, smiling at me. “You taste like cookies,” he said. I leaned over and kissed him, feeling his hard cock through his robe.

* * *

“Let’s go back to my room. I want to you fuck me. … But don’t freak out. I might be out of condoms.” I explained how I had been using them while jacking off to thoughts about him.”

Stefan laughed a little and said: “Rick I found a pack of condoms in the dorm bathroom. They must have fallen out of someone’s pants. I thought maybe they were a sign that we should use them. … I have them in my shorts.”

“Go get them while we go back to my bedroom. I want to be the first guy you fuck.”

When we got to my bedroom I asked Stefan what position he wanted me in. “Think it would be easier to do it doggy?”

“Baby, I want missionary. I want to look in your eyes and kiss you while I’m in you. Just like you were with me my first time with you.”

I lubed my ass a little before taking Stefan into me. After he was inside me he began to fuck me harder and harder, leaning down to kiss me every few thrusts. After a couple minutes, he let out a loud moan: “God I’m cumming. Yes babe. Rick oh my god, oh my god yes.” He then leaned down to kiss me deeply.

“How was that, man? Make you feel good?”

“Dude I almost felt like I was going to shoot through my condom.”

“That’s OK, I’m on the pill. I can’t get pregnant” and smiled up at him. “That was wonderful.”

Stefan collapsed on me and pulled his cock out. I pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash can next to my bed. Stefan laid his head on my chest, and in no time we fell asleep. We woke up a couple hours later. I was stiff again because we were spooning.

“You awake?” I whispered in his right ear.

“Yes, man. That was a wonderful nap,” Stefan said as he hugged my arms that were wrapped around him.

“Still want some pizza?”

* * *

More happened that day. Stefan and I fucked a couple more times and later took a shower, then a bath. We talked a lot more about our lives and what we liked and enjoyed. We got out of the tub around 9 o’clock that night. I felt like I was pushing things, but I asked, “You want to just crash here tonight? You could leave in the morning.”

Dropping his towel, Stefan turned to me and kissed me, then said, “Yes. I would love to spend the night in your bed and in your arms.”

“Sure your roommate won’t suspect anything?”

“Nah, he goes home almost every weekend. And because I’m a junior living in the dorms I’m in line to get a private room next semester. … We still can’t do anything in there, but I can be gone a lot and no one will think anything is up.”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything like that, Stefan. You are a really cool guy, and I don’t want you to get hurt or anything like that.”

Stefan removed my towel, led me back to my bedroom, and into the bed. He sat up and looked down at me, rubbing his fingers through my chest hair. “How could you hurt me? I’m here because I want to be here and I like you.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to feel bad or freak out over anything.”

“You mean like whether I think it’s wrong for me to have sex with a guy?” Stefan asked.

“Yeah, maybe that. Or if you meet another guy or even a girl and are attracted to them instead of me.”

“Rick, I am past the guilt stuff with a guy. Like I said, my family thinks it’s wrong. But I ignore that. I’ve felt that way ever since that week with the guy I met on vacation. I knew after him it wasn’t wrong to like guys. … Then after I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I knew it was perfectly fine for two guys to be romantic together. … And I am going to be faithful to you as long as you are the same. And I love the romance we have together. Besides you have a TV in your bedroom and we can watch games in here together in the nude and have sex during halftime.” He shot me another smile and lean down to kiss me.

* * *

We made love again in the middle of the night when we both woke up. And again in the morning. And again before we had lunch. Stefan finally left in the early afternoon. We agreed not to email one another anything incriminating. I told him that I didn’t want his parents to be able to find anything between us.

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1971 had me as a freshman in college a couple thousand miles away from home. I was often lonely, homesick and not very cautious when it came to looking for affection. Fortunately for me I lived a very charmed life and was very lucky, so most of my “indiscretions” had happy endings.

Ben Carson was one of the wonderful gentlemen I had the pleasure to meet that year, and although to me he looked like he probably did to everybody else, a very distinguished looking silver haired gentleman in his early sixties with a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye, I was to find out that there was more behind the facade than one would think.

Not bad mind you, just different. Very different.

***

I was headed back to my dorm room, trudging along with my books in my backpack after working out in the gym as had been my custom that fall. My somewhat long dirty blonde hair was still damp from the shower, something that I usually enjoyed as much or more than the workout itself, and as it turned out when a red Corvette convertible pulled off to the side of the street next to me I was thinking about that very same person behind the wheel.

“Care for a ride son?” was what he asked, and although I did a double take when I saw the slender senior behind the wheel of the hot car I was able to recognize him after a few seconds.

You see, it was my custom to look at other parts of the men who showered at the gym, usually just glancing up occasionally to make sure my attempts at subtly observing wasn’t being noticed.

I think it was more the very prominent gold band on this gentleman’s very long fingers that finally got me to connect the face with the … other parts of him, and when I did I was more than happy to squeeze into the little bomber alongside my shower mate.

“My name’s Carson – Ben Carson,” he said in voice that sounded deeper than I would have expected to come from his reed-thin body, and as I awkwardly shook that big bony hand and started to introduce myself I discovered he already knew my moniker by saying, “Do you go by Tim, Timothy or Timmy?”

“Uh – Tim is fine,” I mumbled in surprise, and just before I was about to ask how he knew my name he answered my unasked question.

“I happened to follow you at the sign-in desk one day Tim,” Mr. Carson explained.

“Oh.”

“I said to myself, Ben – this is a young man to keep an eye on,” he said with bravado as he roared down the road, the breeze drying my hair for me. “It didn’t occur to be until today in the shower room that you were keeping an eye on me as well – and if I’m wrong please forgive me and chalk it up to me being a silly old-timer with a vivid imagination. Am I mistaken about your interest?”

“No,” I said after swallowing hard.

“Good, although with all the muscular young bucks in there like you, I have no idea why a withered old coot like me would catch your eye.”

“I like – mature men,” I said after choosing my words carefully. “My Mom says I was born too late because I like old music – old TV shows – old movies…”

“And old men?” Ben said with a chuckle as he pulled up to the stop light, and after I smiled and shrugged he said, “That’s lucky for me then I guess. Now what I would love to do is take you home with me some time and show you that while there’s snow on the rooftop there’s plenty of fire in the furnace. You interested in spending some time with me some night that you’re free?”

“I don’t have classes until afternoon tomorrow,” I managed to get out before Ben stomped on the gas, cranked out the Steppenwolf on the 8-track and set sail for his home out in the suburbs.

It wasn’t a short ride but it didn’t take long because Ben drove like kids my age did. The Corvette was something he bought as a retirement present to himself, he yelled over to me as he whipped around the winding curves like a seasoned race car driver, and although I was hanging on for dear life at first I figured out he knew what he was doing so I relaxed and thought about my shower buddy.

Ben Carson was a couple of inches taller than my 5’9″ or so but he was very slender, although not in a grotesque bony way. Just very slim and toned like a long distance runner, and if it wasn’t for his shiny silver hair that still looked full I wouldn’t have guessed he was 63.

I told Mr. Carson that I was about to turn 19 next week, and after he told me he had socks that had been around longer than me we shared a laugh as he pulled into his driveway and the end of a quiet dead end street. Ben turned off the car and turned a bit to face me, patting my knee and smiling.

“I have to admit that the times I was in the shower room with you – and I confess to timing my visits in there to coincide with yours lately – I must tell you that my thoughts were anything but pure. Does that bother you?”

“No sir,” I said.

“You have without question the cutest ass I’ve ever seen,” Ben said after admonishing me about calling him sir for at least the second time. “Since you usually try to hide bursa escort your front goodies for some reason when you shower, that gave me plenty of opportunities to check out that sweet dimpled rump.”

“If you saw what I was hiding you’d understand the reason,” I said in my usual self-depreciating way, but the squeeze of the hand on my leg and Mr. Carson’s rather stern look cut me off.

“You aren’t as good at hiding yourself as you think,” he informed me. “I think I’ve memorized every bit of you, and I think your penis is beautiful. The only reason I seem more interested in your back side is – well to be frank I’m an ass man. Always have been and I suspect I always will be, so when I tell you that yours is gorgeous I speak from experience.

“I lost a lot of weight over the last couple years, but not quite as much back there as much I guess.”

“Good thing too,” Ben said. “There’s a couple of things I’d love to do to that sweet rump, although I understand if it’s not something that you…”

“No, as a matter of fact,” I said in answering the question that was about to be asked. “I kind of like it.”

“Hopefully I don’t have a stroke on the way up the steps,” Ben said before we got out of the car. “Because so far this is going even better than I dreamed.”

Ben made it up the steps just fine, even better than I did, and just before we entered the very nice ranch he stopped before turning the knob.

“Now Tim, when we go in you might be a bit confused and not understand,” Ben cautioned me, which made me nervous. “Trust me that everything is all right and I’m very normal – well – maybe not normal but it all works for me. Okay?”

“Uh – yeah,” I mumbled and nodded while not knowing what in the world I was replying to, but then the door was opening and I was being ushered inside.

***

The house was very neat and upscale, confirming that Mr. Carson was as well off as his car suggested, but when I saw that he had a maid that put him on a whole other level.

“Tim, I’d like you to meet Jane,” Ben said as he introduced me to a woman who looked a little like the housekeeper on the Brady Bunch, and although she shook my damp hand she looked at me suspiciously, like I was going to steal the silverware or something.

“Tim you say?” Jane said before turning to Mr. Carson and starting to say something before he cut her off.

“Tim works out with me at the gym and since his birthday is next week I thought him and I would have a little party to celebrate,” Ed said. “He’ll be 19. Remember when we were 19?”

“Vaguely,” the maid said before turning to me and asking me my date of birth, and then followed by asking me what day of the week that was.

“Thursday,” I replied, and she thawed a bit when I added that it was exactly 8:30 in the morning when I arrived, and after I finally appeared after my mother was in labor for almost 24 hours she swore that I was going to be an only child.

“Well then happy birthday in advance,” the maid chirped and even gave me a kiss on the cheek and told Mr. Carson that I was adorable. “Pork chops for dinner – I do hope your young friend is joining us.”

“Jane has this talent of being able to tell you what the day of the week was for any date you can name,” Ben said proudly as the maid started puttering around. “It’s not something she learned to do, she just knows it.”

“Amazing,” I agreed as I was ushered down a hall and into a spacious bedroom where the furnishings probably cost more than everything in my house back home did combined.

“Funny thing is that I pride myself on being a patient man,” Ben said as he began undressing me, “But there’s something about you…”

What that was exactly I had no idea although I was no longer questioning it, because after being very unwanted through most of my teens by either gender having older men take a fancy to me was something I enjoyed, and since I guess I was searching for a father figure and they turned me on as well that made it perfect.

“Ben,” I said after my shirt came up over my head and he began nibbling on my shoulders. “The door – in case the maid comes in?”

I had noticed that Ben had swung the door closed when we entered the bedroom, but not only didn’t he lock it behind us it hadn’t even closed all the way and while I enjoyed showing my body at the gym I wasn’t sure how I would feel about the maid coming in on us.

“You worry too much son,” Ben told me as he squeezed my biceps before sitting on the edge of the bed and undoing my belt. Jane knows better to come in here when I bring a young friend home.”

“Oh.”

“One thing though,” Ben remarked casually as he rubbed the modest bulge in my briefs before lowering them. “Later, it wouldn’t be a good idea if you called Jane a maid in her presence.”

“Oh, okay,” I said as I felt the usual rush of apprehension whenever my shortcomings would be revealed for the first time, although since Ben had already seen me in the showers – several times görükle escort apparently – it wasn’t as strong this time. “What should I call her? Jane?”

“Jane is fine,” Ben said as he cupped my nut pouch in his left hand and rolled them in his palm while his right hand grabbed my dick. “That or Mrs. Carson.”

“Mrs. Carson?” I said as Ben took my dick in his mouth and began sucking on it. “You mean she’s your…”

I didn’t finish the question because I was never good at ages and wasn’t entirely sure whether Jane was Ben’s wife or mother, but it didn’t matter because Ben’s mouth was occupied and soon I was on the bed and preoccupied myself.

As was my custom in my youth I had very little self control where sex was concerned, and with a man as skilled orally as Ben Carson I stood no chance. Despite my confusion over the maid/wife/mother woman I was hard in no time and soon after I was cumming hard into the senior’s very eager mouth.

“Let me get you undressed,” I told Ben as he tried to get me on all fours so he could show me that his oral magic didn’t end with the lips.

“Oh – okay Tim,” Ben replied, and we briefly scrambled off the bed so that I could unwrap what I had enjoyed looking at in the showers.

Ben was slender yet not absurdly so and his lean torso was not as muscular as I sensed it once had been, but he was in excellent shape for a man his age and he seemed to enjoy me telling him so.

“This is even sexier dry,” I said of the cloud of silver hair on his chest that I had only seen pasted to his skin, but as I raked my fingers up through the mat of curls I saw his rather plump crimson nipples through the fur.

“Oh my,” Ben sighed as I leaned down and sucked on his nipples, cradling the back of my head and drawing me close while my mouth worked on first the left and then the right while I held on to Ben’s sides and let my thumbs stroke the abundant hair under his arms as he shivered. “That’s very nice – everything – so nice.”

“I know how you felt before because I can’t wait either,” I told Ben while undoing his belt and keeping my eyes fixed on his. “Something I couldn’t take my eyes off of before.”

When I undid the belt Ben’s baggy trousers dropped immediately to the carpet with a thump, causing us both to smile. I leaned over and nuzzled into his neck while I let my hand slide down the outside of his boxer shorts in search of something I knew would not be tough to find.

“Thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me – or maybe soap got in my eyes,” I whispered into Ben’s ear in between nibbles as my hand went down the length of his cock – lower and lower until I reached the end and whispered the words I had learned all men loved to hear, “Damn – I can’t believe a man can be this big.”

“You like that Tim?” Ben was saying as I rubbed the long snake and ground myself into him. “You enjoy big cocks?”

“Yes, and yours is so…” I gasped before dropping to my knees and tugging Ben’s boxers down to expose his manhood while he raked his hands through my scalp.

“Omigod,” I muttered as I grabbed the rubbery hose and lifted it up, exposing a pair of balls that hung loosely in a furry sac, and as I looked up at Ben I added, “Looks even bigger close up. It’s unbelievable.”

By the look on his face I could tell that Ben, like most men I had encountered, enjoyed being told how well endowed they were even when I was embellishing the case a little. As far as Ben was concerned, while what I was holding at stretching wasn’t anything remarkable as far as thickness was concerned, there was no denying that Ben Carson had a very long penis indeed.

What was most incredible to me was the foreskin on the sleek beige organ which was the longest I had ever seen, at least an inch of shroud covering the conical head of his member which was in there somewhere, and I knew I would enjoy coaxing it out.

I remember wishing I hadn’t be cut as I began sucking on Ben’s gelatinous cock, because having a long foreskin like his would make me look more impressive, or at least not quite as pitiful in my eyes.

Ben’s cock was almost a smooth 8 or 9″ inches of beige flesh with only the slightest indication of the outline of his glans and just one solitary vein along the top of his organ that began at the stump and disappeared halfway down.

My mouth was traveling about half of the length, and while Ben wasn’t getting bigger he was getting harder. I looked at the silver bush his cock sprouted out of and noted that if he trimmed around the stump like a lot of guys did his length would be even more impressive, not that he needed help.

“You’re quite the cocksucker, aren’t you Tim?” Ben said as he leaned my head back.

“I love your cock,” I told him honestly while looking at the part that wasn’t wearing my saliva. “Wish I could take more of it.”

“You’re doing fine son,” Ben assured me. “More than fine. So well that I think we better get on the bed and change things around a bit. I’m afraid bursa escort bayan that at my age I’m only good for one go-around and I think you know where I want to end up. Unless you’ve changed you mind that is.”

“No sir – I mean Ben,” I replied as I looked ominously at the long spear bobbing in front of me. “I’ll try but you’re so big…”

“I’ll be gentle son,” Ben assured me as he reached down under my arms and helped me to my feet, and as we faced each other our dicks hit each other.

“Oh my – you’re erect again,” Mr. Carson said as he watched our cocks waving around down there.

“Sucking your big cock – it really turned me on,” I said as I playfully tried to hit his swaying member with my little prong. “Think I’m going to lose this sword fight.”

“I think we both win, don’t you?” Ben asked as he reached down and grabbed both of our cocks in his large wrinkled hand, squeezing them together. “You’re so hard – how I miss getting that erect – but we look good together don’t we?”

Ben moved us over so we were opposite a large mirror above a dresser, and it was a reflection that showed how different we were in age and everything else.

“Can I?” I asked timidly as I got my dick loose from Ben’s grip and tried something myself.

I had peeled Ben’s foreskin back while I was giving him head to expose the nose cone-like glans of his flesh rocket, but while as he got erect the shroud became less so his cock still looked like a cocoon. A tunnel I wanted to explore.

“What – oh!” Ben exclaimed as he watched what I was doing, and when I managed to plug the head of my dick into his foreskin and pushed in until our dicks met the senior got giddy. “That’s amazing. I never experienced that before.”

“The only advantage of having a tiny one I’m afraid. Feels good doesn’t it?” I asked as I pushed into him hard, and Ben nodded until finally he disengaged us.

“Too good I’m afraid,” Ben confessed. “A little more than that and I might have lost it.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe another time,” Ben lamented as we turned to go to the bed before the old man stopped us and looked over my shoulder and suggested I look back at the mirror. “Look at you.”

I glanced over my shoulder at my backside reflection, wincing when I looked at a butt I thought too big, and while I no longer was the doughy high school kid and had a decent body now I found my pale and almost hairless body as unappealing as a man’s form could be, and told Ben so.

“Not in my eyes, and I’m still 20/20,” Ben told me as he moved us around so the mirror showed us from the side. “You’re like a statue.”

I almost laughed at that but held it back and let Ben’s hands work over my chest and shoulders, even enjoying him maneuvering my upper torso so I was making muscles for him.

“Even not pumped up you’re like an Adonis,” Ben marveled at a physique that wouldn’t even get a second look in a real bodybuilding competition, but I was enjoying his enjoyment no matter how silly it might have looked.

“So hard and smooth,” Ben declared as he squeezed my bicep, leaning forward and lightly biting my muscle before kissing his way down to my armpit and continuing his affection by nibbling at licking the moist hollow and the modest patch of peach fuzz.

“You like that don’t you Tim?” Ben asked as my body shook and our cocks kept dueling, grinning when he saw the rope of pre-cum in the tip of my dick. “I’ll do anything to make you happy – but first…”

I was placed on all fours and very meticulously positioned so I was facing the large mirror across from the bed. This afforded me a perfect view of myself in the submissive position that I was quite familiar and comfortable with, and I raised my ass up to give Ben a better view of my bubble butt that he was so crazy about.

“I don’t know what I want to do more with your gorgeous little butt, fuck it or eat it,” Ben sighed as he began to join me on the bed, his hand on my ass while his cock sprang around wildly when his knees hit the bed. “I’ve wanted to do this from the first time I saw you.”

Ben had decided what he wanted to do first, and I looked up to the mirror just as he was spreading my cheeks and putting his face in the crack. The feel of his tongue caressing my anus created goose bumps all over my body, and as his face pushed in farther I learned that Mr. Carson’s tongue seemed as long as his cock.

“Oh man – this is unbelievable!” I howled without exaggeration as he poked inside of me, and the snorting sounds the old man made as he rimmed me only added to the enjoyment.

His tongue burrowed deep into me, probing in and out in between letting in slide down to the underside of my balls, and when his hand reached around and found my dick hard he expressed surprise at my resilience.

“I guess you do like this,” Ben commented as he stroked my erection before going back down for more.

Being naked in a room this bright would have been impossible for me before recently, but losing weight combined with having discovered men liked me as I was had changed that. In the quite revealing mirror I clearly saw Ben’s grey hair over my backside and a long rope of pre-cum hanging down from the tip of my gumdrop glans that dropped off just as the old man’s head came up.

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******

Fuck. Where was he?

I’d been searching for hours. Up and down the long metal encased hallways. I asked the tram-valets if they had seen him, but no one knew. I swear I had half the Ceri’Ooana looking for Noah, and no one could find him.

I guess he was probably good at hiding after living with his father, but fuck I just wanted to explain.

After the drastic end to our kiss, I realized what he probably thought. I had jumped off of him without thinking, trying to control myself before I went into full Caochian rut. Sharing blood is a sign of bonding; you only do it with the person you have chosen as your mate, and only after the fasting ritual. I had chosen him, but Kirahl had not honored our coupling with the feast of Mekhigroka. And no matter how Noah had responded to me during our kiss, I had yet to explain to him what fasting to me fully meant.

The water was dark outside, the bright Oalas sun finally dipping over the horizon of the vast ocean. I sighed and ran a hand across my face, trying not to slam my knuckle claws into the nearest wall. Isir had yelled at me for the deep punctures I had left in our bedroom.

I leaned my head against the cool glass, thinking desperately of where Noah might have gone.

He’d only been gone for a few hours, and yet my body ached for his. My nerves grated, taught with the worry of not knowing where he was. Since he had woken up, we had not left each other’s side for more than the need to go to the bathroom, and we still often did that together. My protective instincts would not allow me more than a few feet away from him, and screamed whenever I couldn’t see him.

The soft footsteps of an Oalian neared, and I turned toward the noise.

“We’ve found him, Loe.” I caught my breath. “He’s in the communal eating center.” I grabbed Isir up in a quick, fierce hug, then took off for the center.

It seemed like I ran for miles, but I finally approached the center doors. I yanked one open and practically vaulted myself through. I searched the tables quickly for Noah’s dark hair, finally finding him in a circle of Oalians. One of them reached up and touched Noah’s cheek, and I couldn’t stop the roar that ripped out of my chest.

Mine.

Heads whipped towards me. I saw Noah flinch, and my inner animal growled. The Oalians surrounding him slowly backed away, not wanting to mess with an enraged Caochian. I stalked towards Noah, never blinking as I watched him tense the closer I got. I came to a halt when my bare feet were touching the tips of his soft shoes. He didn’t look at me. The anger inside my chest was building up, burning my throat.

“Where were you?” I managed to growl out.

He shrugged and fiddled with the edge of his shorts. I watched him for a few moments more, then made a quick decision.

I grabbed him under his armpits and hefted him over my shoulder, ignoring his shriek. I clamped a hand down on his cute butt and took off for our bedroom.

“Adrai! Let me down!” I ignored him. I made sure to keep my stride low and long. No matter how angry I was, I didn’t want him bouncing around uncomfortably on my shoulder.

I started slowing down as our door came in sight, and I pulled Noah from my shoulder to my chest, arranging him so that I was hugging him to me tightly in what he called the ‘Princess carry’. I didn’t look at him as I opened our door and walked inside. I carefully set him down on the bed.

I sat down on the end of the bed and laid a hand over one of his small feet. He abruptly yanked it away and rolled over, away from me.

There’s an Earth expression that I heard quite a bit around the bars a lot in the southern sections of the URNA.

Fuck me sideways.

My knuckle claws flexed in and out. I reached a hand out towards his back, but pulled back. “Where were you, Noah?”

He lay still for a few moments, and I was about to repeat the question when he flipped over and sat up, fists clenched.

“What the fuck bursa escort do you care? You couldn’t get away from me fast enough! Was I that disgusting? Did you realize who you were kissing? I’m just a used up fucktoy and you’re practically a fucking prince! Why the fuck would you ever want me!”

Oh, Noah.

His breaths rasped out raggedly, his chest heaving up and down.

I spoke softly, wanting him to listen.

“No, Noah, that’s not what I thought at all.”

His face twisted and he looked like he wanted to throw something at me.

“Then why?” He stretched the last word out on a cry, and tears started to fall from his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Noah. I had no intention of hurting you.” My chest ached as I watched the tears leak out of his gorgeous green eyes.

I crept forward, slowly lifting a hand towards him, approaching him as I would a scared animal. He flinched, but didn’t brush away my hand from his cheek. I wiped away his tears and cradled his face in my hands.

“Blood is a very strong aphrodisiac to my species. When ingested, it sets us into rut. Because of the nearly violent nature of Caochian rut, blood-bonding are only allowed between fasted couples. When I…” Just thinking about the taste of his blood sprang my shaft from its sheath, and I tilted my face away from Noah, trying to calm myself. I took his hands in my larger ones, and continued. “When I sucked on your lip, I took the first start in blood-bonding us. If I had let myself continue further, I would not have been able to stop myself.”

Noah sniffled and pulled one his hands from mine. I looked up to see him wiping at his eyes.

“Then why didn’t you say anything? I could have gone and grabbed some salve or something.”

“I honestly didn’t realize that I’d cut you until your blood had filled my mouth. It was so hard to stop myself, Noah, I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if I hadn’t.” I shuddered and bent forward, resting my head on his knees. One of his hands tentatively rested on my neck, and I smiled at the small victory.

“Would it have really been so bad?” He asked. I snorted. He had no idea.

“Noah, have you ever wondered what my knuckle claws are for?”

His eyes widened, and I could see him think. “They’re weapons… right? And you use them as a sign of respect.” I couldn’t help a small flash of pride that he knew that, but I shook my head.

“That’s not all. In Agaghnoki, do you know what that means?” He stilled and racked his brain.

“That’s… like old… old times? Noki, that’s old. Aga is time.” He looked to me for reassurance, and I nodded.

“Almost. The Ancient Times. In Agaghnoki, knuckle claws were used to literally pin a mate down. The dominant partner would pierce through the submissive partners hands, keeping them trapped on the ground while the dominant rutted.”

Noah gasped and rubbed his hands, looking at me fearfully. “Isn’t that rape?”

I chuckled a bit and stretched up to kiss his cheek. “Sometimes, yes it was. But most of the time the partners were mated. It was mostly a safety measure for the dominant, so the sub’s claws wouldn’t do any serious damage while in rut. It’s hardly practiced anymore, save for a few subcultures who choose to keep the tradition alive. Nowadays, binding techniques are used instead.”

I saw Noah pale at that, his fingers clenching. I thought back to what he had said about being a fucktoy, and scowled.

“I won’t ever bind you, Noah. Not unless you want me to. You have no claws to harm me with.” I grabbed up his hands and placed a kiss on each of his knuckles.

“I don’t think I’d ever want you to.” He said shakily.

“Noah, bondage can be very exciting. It’s a huge part of my culture. Half of the reason I came to Earth was to learn more about your ‘leather scene’, as you Earthers call it. If you never want to explore that side of Acaoch, I understand completely. But eventually, I want you to just learn about it, if that isn’t too much.”

“Why would you want to learn about… about that?”

“When Adannen opened up to the rest of the galaxy, we got lots of travelers from all over. A few who had been to earth carried stories görükle escort of your BD…” I thought, trying to remember the rest of the acronym.

Noah spoke up quietly, “BDSM.”

I nodded. “Yes, BDSM. Caochians were of course very intrigued by this, considering our past, and a few started making journeys to Earth. They came back with tales of the bars and dungeons, exclaiming about the techniques and all the different sorts of play that you Earthers explored. When I became of age, I asked Father permission to make my own journey, and traveled to Earth. That was before your URNA was formed, and it was a bit less regulated. I had my fun for many years, learning knots and how to use all the different tools.”

Noah’s forehead scrunched, and he was opening and closing his mouth like a fish. I waited while he thought whatever he was thinking over.

Finally he whispered, “Before URNA? That was over a hundred years ago. How old are you?” He said it reverently, with a look I couldn’t explain in his eye.

“Caochian males come of age at about forty, in your years. Women usually take a bit longer, between forty-five and fifty years. Right now I’m just under two hundred years old. My father is over five hundred. Developmentally, I’m in my mid-twenties in comparison to your life-cycle.”

Noah let out a huge breath and flopped back onto the bed. I crawled up to lie next to him, my head on my hand. He ran a hand through his hair and tugged at it, as if making sure he was real. He turned towards me and sighed again.

“I have so many questions, Adrai. I can’t even think. I’m so confused. First the BDSM thing, and your scary stories about sex, and now you’re two hundred fucking years old.”

“Can I hold you, Noah? You can ask me more when I’m touching you. My poor lion is raging.”

He laughed and shifted towards me, allowing me to wrap him up tight against me. We were quiet for a while, as I breathed in his scent, so happy that he had been found. Which, speaking of, reminded me.

“Noah, where were you hiding? You still have yet to tell me.”

He snickered and waved a hand. “Just in the center kitchen. I crawled into one of the big cabinets they have in there. One of the cooks opened it up looking for some oosa or something and nearly had a heart attack.”

I laughed quietly then clenched him tightly, burying my face in his hair. “Noah, don’t ever run off like that again. I can’t stand it.”

He wriggled around so that he could face me and absently played with one of my hands.

“I won’t. I thought you didn’t want me. One moment you were kissing me and it was so good, and the next you all the way across the room punching a wall. I was terrified.”

I groaned and tilted his chin up, planting a soft kiss on his lips. I gently took his hand and dragged it down my chest, towards my breechclout. He gasped as he came into contact with my turgid flesh, which leapt towards his palm. I pressed him against me briefly, before pulling his hand away and bringing it up to my lips.

“Believe me, Noah. I want you. I want you so much every night next to you is torture on my self control. I don’t think that you are used,” His cheeks heated and he looked away, “I think that you were abused, and that you are healing. The kiss showed that. I was so happy that you didn’t run from the bed screaming. I was sure you would.”

He frowned at me and poked my chest. “I’m not a coward. Yeah, what happened to me was shit, but I’ve had eight goddamn years to deal with it. I’m just happy that it’s over. That last night was probably one of the worst times that he’d ever hurt me, but you were there for me the whole time afterwards. I woke up with you protecting me. I’m not scared of you, Adrai.”

I beamed at him, showing full fang. Fuck that made me happy.

I rolled away from him and stood up, grabbing his hand on the way and yanking him against me. I snagged a quick kiss and held him tight.

“I haven’t eaten in hours, Noah. It’s late, but do you want to go grab something to eat?

He nodded enthusiastically and laughed as my belly let out a loud growl, right on cue.

****** Over the next day or so, we got ready to leave. Noah packed what bursa escort bayan little his family had given to me at the Earth hospital, and what we had acquired for him on Oalas. I made sure that all of our preparations for the trip to Adannen were still sound, and that Sam’s ship was still on keel for Oalas. Everything looked good, so mostly I just watched Noah as he fretted about.

He kept asking me to do this or that, making sure that Sam would be comfortable here. Isir dropped by a few times, also checking up on Sam, and seeing how we were doing.

About three hours before Sam’s ship was supposed to port, I got a call from one of the captains.

“Sir! There’s ships…. Us… shot… make it… them down…” And then it crackled out. Noah, who was at my side, stared up me, his eyes wide. I frantically pushed the callback button on my tele-com, but the call never went through.

“Noah, get on my back. We’ll make it to the cross-trams faster.” Noah nodded, his face tight with worry. I grabbed his legs tight and shot off towards the trams and the port. Isir was already there, waiting, also tense.

“I got word from our defense administrators. Apparently there’s a small battle going on just outside our atmosphere. They’re sending out troops now to defend Sam, but we can’t tell what’s happening yet.”

We got on the tram and sat, Noah’s hand clenched tightly around mine, and Isir getting up ever moment or so to pace and check in with the administrators.

Finally we reached the port. We rode the elevator to the top and stepped out into the first real sunlight that I had seen since we got here. It relaxed me, allowing me to breathe a little easier. I ran a hand down Noah’s stiff back, praying for him that Sam was okay.

We walked towards across the expansive deck towards the large gate and the Oalian security guards set up against the doors. They nodded at Isir and let us through.

Noah gasped at what he saw on the other side. When we’d come through before, He’d still been in a coma, unable to see the wonder of the Oalian port.

The floor was a beautifully tiled mosaic of waves and creatures, the pattern obscured from where we stood, the sunlight glinting off in shots of color.

It stretched on for miles above the water, docks expanding out onto the water on one side with numerous guards posted at each one. On the other side of the walkway, hundreds of people milled through the vendor stores and rushed past us, hurrying to get on their next ship or to get down to the cross-trams.

A huge canopy blew in the wind above us, held up by massive curved posts that looked like the bones of one of the many massive creatures that swam below us.

Suddenly, a scream rang out, pulling me from my observations. I followed where people were pointing and looked up, three smoking ships were falling out of the sky. Noah gave a small cry and dug his nails into my arm. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close.

Guards were rushing around, getting several rescue ships ready and launching out towards the still hurtling ships. One of them was careening wildly, still spinning as it dropped. It crashed into the water, sending up a massive splash.

Everyone on the deck was waiting in scared silence, crowded against the portside. The second ship crashed, a little bit closer, and I could see that the design was of my home’s. The last ship crashed further out, but I barely noticed as I watched the guards pull up to my ship and start to search. After an agonizing ten minutes, Noah’s fingernails surely have causing me to bleed by now, the guards pulled a small form out of the ship.

Noah gasp and made to run forward, nearly toppling himself into the water. I grabbed him up and shoved past one of the guards still on deck, walking out onto the closest dock.

I held Noah tight as we waited for the rescue ship to gradually make its way back to us. As soon as they touched dock and one of the guards leapt out, Noah broke free of my arms and ran to the ship.

I followed behind, slower. I was terrified of what Noah would find in the ship. A charred and very dead Sam? One of my soldiers? I watched Noah’s back as they brought the body out, laying on the dock. Noah crumpled, sliding to floor.

One of the guards pulled him away and the others surrounded the body.

I caught up and shoved the guards hand off of Noah’s arm. He looked up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“It’s him, Adrai. It’s Sam.”

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Just a little east of Portland, out by the college, I was canvassing the area for prospective clients when I came upon a massage parlor. I was walking out of a printing supply business when I looked up and across the street was the place. I walked across the street and found out the place was closed. But there was a note on the door with a number and a name. The note said that this location was closed but to “Call Richard” if you need a massage at this number.

So I took a picture of the note and continued my canvassing. I visited two different potential customers before I decided to call Richard. He didn’t answer so I left a message. My phone rang after just a few minutes, it was Richard.

“Hello, this is Keith,” I said.

“Hi Keith, this is Richard. You left a message on my cell phone,” he said.

“Hey Richard, I was looking to get a massage today. I went by your place and I saw the note and called you. It is too bad that you closed,” I told him.

“Well, due to the economy, I had to get out of that high rent, but I still do massages at my place. I have a nice studio set up here at the house. It’s really private and casual,” Richard said. “Would you like to schedule an appointment?”

“Well, I was hoping for a walk-in today and I won’t be back in the area for a couple of weeks. I guess we can schedule for a few weeks from now,” I said.

“No, I am open this afternoon,” Richard said, “just name the time.” There was something in his voice, or maybe it was just his response, that told me he didn’t want to lose this opportunity.

“OK, how about five o’clock,” I said, before looking at my watch. It was already 3:50 and I still had to work out. “No, forget five, I have to workout. How about six?” I asked.

“Sure, I can do six. I’ll text you my address,” Richard said.

“Is it close to here?” I questioned.

“I am about six to seven minutes to the east of the shop,” he said.

“OK, text me your address and I’ll see you at six,” I responded.

I hung up the phone and wondered what this guy was like. I have not even seen him and I didn’t get any feel for him from our conversation. I walked back to my car and headed to the gym. I got a good workout in — I ran an extra mile to get warmed up, swam a little, then hit the weights, took a shower and headed to my massage appointment.

I put his address in my phone and drove to the house. I rang the bell and Richard answered promptly. “Hi, you must be Keith,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

“Hey Richard, nice to meet you,” I said.

“Come on in,” he said. “The studio is in the back bedroom. Follow me.”

I follow Richard to the studio, checking him out as I follow him into the room. The studio is cozy with two candles burning that made the room smell like vanilla and cinnamon. The colors are very warm and inviting. There are four can lights on and pretty bright. The massage table is directly in the middle of the room. There is a wooden chair in one corner.

Richard has on worn blue jeans that are just the right fit, not too tight, not too loose, a button up white shirt and no shoes. His brown hair had a little bursa escort gray on the temples and he had a darker complexion. He was fit, like a swimmers body, not muscular, but slender and fit.

He was tending to the music. “What kind of music do you like?”, he asked.

“Whatever you like,” I said. “You are the pro, you pick.”

He picks some music, turns around and gets a few towels out. As he is doing that, I start to undress. I remove my sport jacket and look for a place to hang it.

“Here,” Richard says, “let me get that for you. I’ll hang it up in the closet.”

I hand it to him and he opens the closet doors and hangs up the jacket. I unbutton my shirt and throw it over the chair. I sit down, remove my shoes and socks while Richard comes in and out of the room a couple of times. I stand up, loosen my belt and take off my slacks, which I also threw over the chair. Lastly, I pull down my boxers and throw them on the chair. I take my watch off and ask Richard where I should put it, he turns and takes it from me and puts it on the table by the lotions. I see him steal a peek at my cock.

I love to get naked in front of a guy for the first time. The anticipation is wonderful, not sure how he will react. It is a test, in many ways, I guess. Does he object? Does he check you out? Does he steal a peek? I love it when I catch them stealing a peek. That tells me that they are interested, but they are not sure if you are yet, so they don’t want to ruin anything.

He tells me to lay down on the table, face down and he will be right back. Now, I am the one waiting and anticipating what will happen next. Will he return wearing his clothes? Wearing sweats? Wearing shorts? Shirt or no shirt?

He does not make me wait long. Richard walks in and puts a big heavy and warm towel on me. It pretty much covers me from my shoulders to my feet.

“Here you go,” he says, “this will warm you up for the first few minutes.”

“OK,” I said, “it is definitely warm.”

“Is it too warm?”, he asked.

“No, I should be good for a few minutes. Besides, you are the pro, I am in your hands now,” I returned.

Richard shuts down the main lights after he lit two more candles. Now the room is pretty dark, lit only by candles. The room smells great and the lighting is actually quite nice, maybe even romantic. Richard starts on my shoulders. He rubs some oil in and gives me a nice rub on my left shoulder and then down my arm. I can see his feet and I can tell that he does not have pants on anymore, but I am not sure if he is wearing shorts or not.

Richard moves to my right and rubs my right shoulder and arm. As he rubs, I am hoping that his cock will rub up against me, that way I will know if he is naked. Nothing. He asks if I am ok and I shake my head in the affirmative. He lays my right arm on the table by my side and moves down to my feet. He flips up the towel and starts on my right foot. I love having my feet rubbed. He moves to my left foot and does the same.

Then he flips the towel up past my knees and pours some oil on both calves. He rubs my left calf first, up to my knee. That is when görükle escort I think I felt his naked cock on my foot. He moves to my left side and rubs my left calf. Then after a minute, he moves to the end of the table and on to my right calf. As he slides his hand up my right calf, again, I think I feel his cock on my foot. He rubs for another minute or two and asks if I am getting warm. “Yes,” I said. With that, he removed the towel that was covering me.

He discards the towel and I hear him fiddling with the lotions. I am dying to know if he is naked, so I turn my head to the left and raise my head up off of the table and ask him if he has any water.

“Sure do,” he says and he hands me a bottle. That was all I needed. He is definitely naked, but I couldn’t see his cock. I take a drink, hand him back the bottle and lay my head back down on the table.

I feel his hand on my back as he comes to the head of the table again. He squirts some oil on my back and proceeds to rub it in. He squirts more and continues the massage. He moves to my right and continues to rub my right side and back. I am hoping that he rubs low enough so that his cock will hit my hand that is on the table at my side. But he moves to the left side.

He pours oil on my left back and side and rubs it in. This time I feel his cock on my left forearm. I think he is hard, but I am not sure. I am waiting for him to move far enough down that his cock will hit my left hand, that by my side. But once again, he pulls away.

He grabs more oil and starts on my left hamstring. He pours a lot of oil on my hamstring and begins a serious hamstring rub. He rubs deep and on the inside of my thigh. He pulls my left leg apart from my other leg and that is when I feel his cock on my wrist and hand. I waste no time in grabbing it and fondling it. He is not very long but plenty thick. I am massaging his cock and loving it. He continues to rub my left inside thigh, and my left ass cheek. This goes on for several minutes.

Richard switches to my right hamstring. I immediately find his cock and rub it. Man it feels so good to have this cock in my hand. He pulls my right thigh towards the edge of the table and goes to work on my inside thigh and right ass cheek. He pours more lotion on my ass then spreads my ass cheeks apart and pours oil on my hole. He continues massaging my ass cheek, now he is dragging his fingers up my crack and finding my hole with his finger. Now, I am breathing very loudly and my ass is moving in rhythm with his finger, desperately trying to get his finger in my hole.

I lift my head and look back at him. My hand is wrapped around his cock. I lick my lips and he knows what I want. He walks up to the right side of my head and I wrap my lips around his cock. I turn into a cocksucker and go to work on his man meat. I lick it up and down several times, then I devour it. I dive down to I can’t get anymore in my mouth. I lick his head while it is in my mouth. As much as I wish that his cock was in the back of my throat, his girth is very satisfying. It is a thick six inch cut cock.

I turn over on the table and scoot my head until bursa escort bayan it is hanging off of the end. I want him to feed me this thick cock. I open my mouth and he knows what to do. My tongue is sticking all of the way out. He holds it in his hand and guides it into my waiting mouth. He is fucking my mouth and trying to bury it in my throat. I am loving every single second of this. I willingly accept all of his cock that he will give me.

He stops abruptly and tells me he is close to coming. I try to keep sucking but he pulls his cock out of my mouth. I lick it a few times before he pulls it away completely. I feel like I am being punished. My mouth feels alone now. My lips and mouth miss his thick cock. I want more.

He moves down to my feet and pulls me back on the table. He pours oil on my feet and rubs them again. I rub his cock with the foot that is not being rubbed. He has gone soft on me. My feet won’t do the trick, but I know what will. I just have to wait for a few minutes, until I can get his cock back up to my face.

I ask him for some more water. I sit up and drink the whole bottle. He is standing in front of me and I reach down and rub his cock. He leans into me and kisses me on the neck. Then he moves down to my right nipple and kisses and sucks on it. He reaches down and strokes my now hard cock. Somehow he gets me on my back on the table and starts sucking my cock. He sucks my balls and then he take his right hand and starts fingering my ass with it. OMG. I can barely control myself. He pulls off of my cock and I turn over to my stomach. He spreads my legs and starts tossing my salad. He digs his tongue deeper and deeper into my ass.

“Fuck me,” I say. “Please fuck me.”

He gets off of the table. He plays with my ass for a few seconds. Then I get off of the table and lay across it on my stomach, giving up my ass to him. I look at him and open my mouth. He comes over to me and I suck his cock like it was the last cock on earth.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, “Please fuck me.”

He walks around the table and picks up some lotion and pours it on my man pussy. He spreads my cheeks and guides his cock to my hole. His head is at my hole and I want it bad. I am trying to push my ass into his cock. Suddenly, I feel pressure. I want his cock in my ass so bad. I push back on his cock and he takes one of his arms and pushes me back down on the table. Then I feel both of his hands around my hips and he pushes his thick cock into my man pussy.

OMG. It is thick, I think his head is in. I am almost delirious. He pushes a little more and waits. I push back on his pole.

“Fuck me harder,” I said.

And he did. He wasted no time. He held on to my hips and fucked me good. Oh, it hurt so good. I just laid there and took the pounding. I was pinned and could do nothing but enjoy it. He fucked me hard for a good five minutes. Slapped me on the ass a few times and then fucked me some more. I love being pounded like that. He told me he was about to come and he pulled out and came all over my ass and back.

I just laid there, stretched out over the table for a few minutes. My ass felt so lonely and empty. Richard grabbed a towel and wiped me down. Then he offered to suck my cock, but I told him that was not necessary and I would take care of it myself later on tonight. And I did. My ass was sore for a week, but it was a great reminder.

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I had recently purchased a new sports sedan. I really wasn’t at the point of ownership where I felt comfortable just letting anyone have access to my car. So rather than go to one of those detail places I set out in search of a “do it yourself” spray and go where you could just use quarters for time with the hoses and brushes.

The first place I drove past seemed older and half of the stalls seemed out of order. The second was in better working shape but there were gang tags sprayed in most of the stalls and that’s just frankly not my scene so I pressed on.

I was on the verge of giving up when I saw a brightly colored Wash N Go. The sign read, “Max’s Wash” with the tag line, “Good things come from Pressurized Hoses.”

Wait, what? Had I read that right? I enjoyed the double entendre while I pulled off the road and into the lot. There were 8 separate stalls with a change machine in the middle. Most of the stalls were full but the last two at the end were open. I pulled forward and into the final stall closest to the wooded area at the back of the lot.

I noticed as I pulled in how all the other cars were nice, new or late model. I also noticed that every stall had at least one and sometimes three of four good looking guys working on the cars. In fact they were all rally good looking guys. On top of that, I didn’t recall seeing any women at all. I didn’t see old ones, young ones, middle aged or something in between.

Then It dawned on me. Oh I know where I am. I was on the edge of a hip young community that was very popular with the gay community in my city. I am such an idiot.

Ok hot guys washing cars. Gay neighborhood. Got it.

Not that I judge mind you. While not gay, I had experimented in my younger days and had at least seen and fooled around with another cock before. Nothing too serious mind you just goofing around.

I got out of the car and realized I needed change. It was a pretty hot day. And I was glad to be wearing some loose fitting short and open toed teva sandals that matched my beige cargo shorts. I was sporting an ACDC “Dirty Deeds” T shirt and suddenly realized the implication of “message” given the present surroundings. What was I going to do? Go topless? I was pretty sure that wouldn’t help the message either.

I walked past the 7th stall on my way to the change machine and noticed a muscular guy who was shirtless getting out of a large black pick up truck. He nodded as I passed by.

I waited in line for the change machine and watched as a group of guys had gotten a “hose fight” going between stalls 3 and 4 on the left. They seemed to be having a good time spraying each other down and throwing both sponges and a far amount of suds.

Honestly it was probably the gayest thing I had ever seen including some gay porn.

I smiled and laughed a bit to my self as I got my turn and change and headed back to my stall and car.

As I walked past stall 7 I half crashed into the muscular tanned guy (Buddy as I later found out) who was now heading toward the change machine. He knocked most bursa escort of my quarters onto the ground.

“Oh Hey. Sorry,” Buddy Lamented.

“No no, it was my fault I should have been paying more attention.”

“You musta caught this weeks hose and sponge fight with Jake and his friends.”

“They do that every week?” I asked trying to keep the conversation polite but short.

“Seems like most weeks, yeah.”

I bent down to start collecting my quarters. Some were close but others had drifted further away. I started hunting and pecking like a chicken looking for food on the ground. I turned my back to Buddy and squatted down and back up; up and back down several times as I gathered my change.

Buddy observed my ass as he set about collecting the balance of my change that drifted more toward his stall.

“Hot day isn’t it?’

“What?” I yelled back over the roar of the air compressors and hoses being used on the cars.

“Hot day,” He repeated. “Good day to go topless or ever bottomless at the car wash.”

I turned around to make sure Buddy still had his shorts on. He did.

“Wait, so…” I paused as Buddy handed me the rest of my quarters he collected.

“You are ‘topless’, but we’re both wearing shorts?Neither of us is bottomless.”

“Well not yet at least,” Buddy smiled and I blushed.

“But I can see, if you don’t mind my saying, that I can see you are going commando

beneath those baggy shorts.”

He was right. I was. It was hot.

“You’re right. I am. It’s hot.” So there.

“Like I said,” smiled Buddy,” Not yet anyway.”

“Name’s Buddy. And you are?”

Buddy stretched out a hand and offered a firm manly handshake.

“Jack,” I replied.

“Just Jack?” Buddy pressed.

“Just Jack, at least for now.”

Buddy nodded.

“Nice meeting you Jack. I should let you get back to your stall. Maybe we can continue

this conversation later.”

I nodded and turned to head back to my car.

“Oh and Jack,” Buddy called out.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget what I said about going bottomless. Especially with that nice dick you’re

keeping pent up in them cargo shorts. Nice shirt by the way!”

I looked down. Sure enough, the conversation and the heat of the day had gifted me with a nice half mast semi hard dick. Wow, ok.

Buddy hadn’t missed my apparent spontaneous arousal. And with that parting shot,

he smiled and walked off to the change machine.

* * *

Wow. ok. Back to work. Back to work? I hadn’t even started. I was hot, feeling warm, a little flushed and now I was pondering if anyone would notice if I washed my car without any bottoms on. Damn you Buddy!

I collected myself and started feeding change into the control panel as I took hold of the “gun” wand for the pressure hose.

I put enough change in for a full 10 minutes. That should be plenty of time as long as I worked fast and kept moving.

I started spraying and hosing down my car. With every few passes the breeze would blow some of görükle escort the mist back toward me so I was keeping cool as long as I kept the trigger squeezed. From time to time as I would release the trigger I could hear Buddy spraying down his truck in the next stall. And for some reason I started wondering what his dick looked like. Was he cut or uncut? Was he average size or nice and thick? ( I was guessing he wasn’t small by the way he carried himself).

Of course thinking those thoughts started getting me hard again. Damn. Focus.

I finished the initial rinse and noticed how wet my shirt was getting from all the back spray. It was so wet that it had started clinging to my pecs and underarms.

Ok Buddy.

If my friendly neighbor could go topless I guess I could too. I hung up the hose gun and removed my shirt hanging on a rail to dry. Even though it was only my shirt, I felt mor exposed just standing in my shorts and sandals in the very last stall. I don’t get hit on by many guys but I was very obviously enjoying the flirting and attention.

I moved the settings to the foaming brush and began scrubbing down my car.

The foaming soap was pumping out a heavy pink foam that flopped down and made a nice contrast on my black car. There was such a heavy flow that quite a bit slid and dropped to the concrete floor and landed on my feet. Watching the soap foam and slide between my toes was distracting me for some reason and I could not help getting more turned on.

I realized just then that I couldn’t hear Buddy’s hose spraying. Even as I thought it and turned around I saw him standing at the entrance to my stall and smiling.

Buddy caught me in a bit of a state. I was leaning topless against my black car staring down at my frothy toes. There was Pink Soap EVERYWHERE. And My semi hard cock was now fully erect and pressing through my shorts against my car. Wait! Was I humping my car?

To make matters worse all the SOAP and back spray had left my shorts rather damp and my cock was clearly visible pressing against the fabric and the side of my car.

“Finished?” I asked with a very dry throat and somewhat breathless.

“Me? Oh no. I like to get him all SOAPED up first and let him soak in it for a while. I always take my time. I don’t worry about the time on the meter. I’d rather enjoy all the little moments.It looks like you were enjoying a little moment there yourself Jack. Nice er um chest, yes that’s it chest.”

And with that he turned and left again smiling like the cat who caught the canary.

Damn.

Get a hold of yourself Jack.

What was I going to do? Jerk off on my car with the SOAP as lube? Not helping Brain.

Did Buddy expect to come back again and find me naked and waiting for him? (More cock straining and twitching.) Dammit brain!

Was that what I wanted? He seemed to already know what he wanted and I suspect Soap was more less a metaphor for his? What Brain? What? For his Cum? Is that what you were going to say?

YES.

Whew. The heat must be getting to me.

OK. bursa escort bayan Calm down. Just take it easy. I went back to methodically scrubbing my car and focused on the task at hand. See through shorts or not I still wanted to get the job done.

I wrapped up the scrubbing and went to switch the setting back to rinse when Buddy appeared again with another much older guy.

At this point I was no longer surprised by the interruptions.

“Hey Jack, I want to introduce you to a friend of mine, this is Max.”

“As in…” I questioned.

“Yes,” Max said politely. “I’m that Max.”

“Oh nice to meet you,” I said and offered a hand.

“You too Jack. Buddy is regular customer and he told me you were new so I wanted to say thanks for the business and hello.”

I nodded and smiled.

“Well Buddy, ” Max offered.

“You were right about one thing, but not about the other. You owe me $5 or a massage. Dealer’s choice.”

Buddy grinned and I felt compelled to ask.

“Wrong about?”

“Well, Max said, It’s nothing just a small bet between friends. Buddy was right you are a good looking guy Jack. Nice nipples and pecs by the way.”

“Okaaaaay???”

“But Buddy you were wrong about the other thing. Our new friend Jack is neither Naked nor jerking off all over the stall here.”

Riiiight. Somehow I knew it.

Buddy was grinning ear to ear with a boyish tanned face a well toned body.

“But Jack I think you were wrong about something too.’

Max leaned in and put a gentle but strong hand on my chest pinching my nipple lightly.

“YOU can totally get naked at my car wash anytime you like. If there are no cops or crazies hanging around. I DONT GIVE A FUCK what you do.”

“That’s, that’s good to know. Thank you Max,” I offered. Sort of half shaking my head in disbelief.

With that Max released my erect and slightly sore nipple and gently slapped my face.

“Mozeltov my boy.” And with that Max unceremoniously unbuttoned his shirt dropped his shorts revealing a large and throbbing cut cock and walked through my stall to the back tool shed on the lot.

“He’s great huh?” said Buddy.

“Yeah. Seems nice” I replied.

* * *

For a moment, nobody moved.

I looked at Buddy. Buddy looked at me.

“Hold on Buddy…” I started.

“Jack,” Buddy said as he leaned into Jack’s lips. “I’m patient. It’s ok.”

And with that, I grabbed the back of Buddy’s head, and KISSED him VERY Quickly..

“Well,” Buddy said. “That was…something.”

“Oh?”

The you will love this. I undid my belt and through my shorts around my ankles. Buddy grinned and almost stop breathing as he looked my naked body but he didn’t move.

“More huh?”

I slipped out of one leg and with the other kicked my shorts against the wall so I couldn’t easily reach them again.

“Well?”

“Well, I have to tell Max.”

“Tell Max what?”

“That I won the bet after all.”

I was instantly pissed and turned away.

Buddy caught me by the arm.

“Jack, wait. Please.”

“Max can have his $5.”

I pulled away.

“Kidding.”

He stopped talking. Thank goodness. And slipped his thumbs into his athletic shorts until he was naked or should I say “bottomless” in front of me too.

* * *

TO BE CONTINUED…

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In the spring of 2000, I was 39, a normal married bisexual guy living in a large metro area in Kentucky. I was looking for a bi playmate, a fuck buddy if you will, someone who I could enjoy having guy sex with on a regular basis. I was hoping to find someone around my age and size, someone who enjoyed being sucked as much as I enjoyed sucking, and someone who would enjoy trying other sexual adventures. As luck would have it, I managed to find a really good friend.

His real name doesn’t matter, but he went by the nickname Tex. I found him quite by accident, while searching a local Yahoo bi men’s group. He happened to be on IM, and I sent him a message telling him I thought his profile picture was hot, and wondering what he might be looking for; we had a nice conversation, and agreed that we might be a good find for each other. We agreed to meet that afternoon at a local mall, to see what might develop.

I arrived early, and waited for Tex to show. He wound up being fifteen minutes late, and I was about to leave when he came to my table. We shook hands heartily, and got to know each other a little better. After a half hour of conversation, it was obvious that we were both quite horny, and I was sporting wood in my jeans thinking about having sex with him. We decided that we should take our conversation further, and he agreed to follow me to my nearby apartment. My mind was whirling with possibilities, and I could feel precum leaking into my shorts.

Once inside, we sat down in the living room for a few moments and chatted. I Escort Sakarya decided to break the ice, and asked him if I could see the cock that had gotten me so hot from his profile. He stood up and began to undress, and asked me to do the same. Silently, we stripped ourselves, and then we were both finally naked. My cock was stiff, and so was his, and he began to stroke it while I watched. I asked if I could take some photos, having just recently bought a digital camera. He agreed, and sat back on my couch, stroking his erection. He was about the same size as me, six inches cut, but very thick and with hot low-hanging balls. I took several pics of him stroking, then could wait no longer.

I put the camera beside him, hoping he would take some “action shots” for me, and knelt down between his legs. He spread wide for me, gripped his cock and pointed it directly at my mouth, a large drop of precum now forming at the tip of his cock. I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock, tasting his precum on my lips, and then slowly sucked his cock into my waiting mouth. He moaned very loudly at this, and picked up the camera to start taking photos. I began to worship his cock, taking long, slow licks up and down his shaft, then teasing the head with my lips and tongue. He took several pics, and then ran his hands through my hair, pulling my mouth further down on his hard cock.

Slowly, I moved my mouth back down his shaft, then moved lower to lick his balls. I savored the feeling of licking his sack, hefting each of his balls Side escort with my tongue, tasting them, and kissing them as I licked. Tex moaned and told me he loved having his balls licked, and asked me to keep going. I did, and spent a good few minutes licking and sucking them some more. As I licked, I looked up and saw Tex pulling on his stiff nipples, eyes closed, enjoying what I was doing to him. I stopped licking his balls, then licked my way back up the shaft, and continued up his chest until I reached his nipples. Moving his left hand off his stiff tit, I enveloped it in my mouth and began sucking, then reached down and began to rub his hot cock.

Tex moaned even louder, and held my head to his chest, urging me to suck and bite his nipples. I did, switching back from one to the other, doing to him what I enjoy having done to me. I kept stroking his hard cock, feeling the precum flowing heavily now, and decided it was time to finish the job. I left his nipples, and watched his fingers go back to pulling on them, then moved my mouth back over his dick, feeling him pulse in my mouth.

He let out a longer moan that he was going to cum, and then began pumping his hot cock into my mouth. I kept sucking hard, urging him to orgasm in my hungry mouth. Finally, he began shooting hot streams of thick sperm into my mouth, begging me to drink it all. I was just as eager to take it as he was to give it, and I drank every drop of his fluid. Finally, he was spent. Gently, I took my mouth off his deflating cock, and licked up the izmir escort bayan cream clinging to his shaft and the rest that had dripped onto his balls.

While he recovered, I sat down beside him and began to stroke my hard dick. He looked over at me and thanked me for the best blowjob he’d ever had, and I smiled at the nice comment. He asked what he could do for me, and I motioned to my cock. Taking his cue, he began working his mouth over my stiff rod, taking me deeply as I had done to him. I enjoyed his mouth for a few minutes, and then asked if he would do me a favor. Nodding yes, he then pulled off my cock and waited for my request.

I told him that I loved having my nipples played with, and that I really love having a cock in my mouth while I jacked off. He agreed to that, and we moved to a position where his soft penis would just enter my mouth. I could still taste cum, so I eagerly licked him while he played with my stiff nipples. The heat of it all, his cock back in my mouth, and his hands plucking my nipples, combined to get me to orgasm quickly, and I shot a huge load all over my cock and hands. He returned the same favor to me, and cleaned the spent cum up with the most handy object, his tongue.

We cleaned up and got dressed, and briefly chatted. We agreed that it had been great for both of us, and that we both wanted to do it again soon. This turned out to be the start of a seven-year friendship, which included lots of hot sex in various combinations. We wound up doing some threesomes and foursomes with some other guys we met together, and had several memorable threesomes with my wife. I would love to detail those experiences for you, if feedback indicates you would like to read them. Let me know, and if you’re in west central Texas and need a buddy, drop me a line!

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Chapter Seven: Durango Interlude

The next morning, after breakfast at a small way station where there was another change in drivers and the two elderly ladies got off—in the middle of nowhere, as far as Glade could tell—Tex followed Glade back to his seat. Tex sat down beside Glade and jacked him off again while murmuring in his ear about how nice he was—and how really sweet he’d been the night before.

“We’ll be in Durango this afternoon,” he said when he was finished with the hand job and Glade was lying back in the seat, mellow and satisfied.

“Will we?” Glade murmured.

“It’s pretty expensive in Denver, you know,” Tex said from out of the blue.

“Is it?” Glade asked.

“Sure you got enough to get started there?”

“There’s never enough, I’ve found.”

“Could you make good use of, say, two hundred more?” Tex asked.

“Who couldn’t?” Glade responded. He was just making small talk, not really following the conversation that closely. Tex gave great hand jobs.

But Tex wasn’t just making small talk. “You know you can stop off in Durango and get on the bus later on the same ticket?”

“Can you?” Glade said.

“Yes, you can. You know, I’ve been thinkin’. Dusty and me had promised to bring something back to the boys at the ranch from Abilene and we plumb forgot to do that.”

“Did you?”

“Yep. We got a pole in the middle of our bunk house. You could stop over for a day or two and give them guys a pole dance. I’m sure I could collect at least $200 for you if you entertained the boys. They’ve got more money than they had time to go into Durango and get their rocks off. What do ya say to that?”

“Just pole dancing? I wouldn’t have to give them sex?”

“Well, maybe $500 for the works. Not sure I could control the guys in the bunkhouse once you got them heated up.”

What Glade was thinking was that no matter how far down the road this bus had taken him, he was still in Abilene. But what he said was, “Sure, why not?” As Glade had already noted, Tex gave the best of hand jobs and there he was, hand on Glade’s belly, stroking the rosebud tattoo with his thumb while he was making his proposition.

The ranch was a good hundred miles out of Durango in the direction of nowhere, but the bunk house did, indeed, have a wooden pole holding up the center of it. There were six interested cowboys out there in nowhere in addition to Tex and Dusty. Glade danced for them to a scratchy record on an old-fashioned record player, wearing one of the sparkly gold G-strings he’d brought with him from Rapier. Glade wowed them and then they fucked him—all eight of them in succession over a three-hour period. A few had seconds. It was clear they didn’t get into Durango often enough to sufficiently get their rocks off.

Glade heard Tex telling the other cowboys how turned on he got when his rosebud tattoo was rubbed, and they all made sure to give it attention, and thus they all got enthusiastic fucks.

They may have gone another exhausting round, but the foreman broke up the party and extracted Glade and helped him hobble out of the bunkhouse and into his cabin—where the foreman bent Glade over a chair and satisfied his own need.

Glade made $750 off that afternoon of work, and Tex suggested that he stay on for a while—that the cowboys worked harder with a daily fuck and that there was plenty of money from where the $750 had come from.

But Glade really, really wanted to get out of Abilene, in more ways than just geographically.

Tex was good for his promise; he drove Glade back to the bus station in time to catch the next bus rambling through from Abilene to Denver. The bus he’d meant to take left before they got there and Glade had to take a later one, though, because Tex stopped behind a rock formation before dropping down into Durango and fucked Glade again in the backseat of the ranch’s station wagon. Tex gave him another fifty for that, though.

* * * *

The bus between Durango and Denver was more crowded than it had been on its initial leg into Durango. It was getting closer to big towns, and there was much more of a variety of people getting on and off as the bus rumbled along.

In Colorado Springs a middle-aged guy in a business suit got on. He caught Glade’s attention, because he looked like someone who should be driving a Mercedes rather than riding in a Greyhound bus. He was smartly dressed; was in good, and obviously pampered condition; and he was flashing a big diamond ring. It struck Glade that this looked like just the sort of guy he was looking for in Denver.

The man looked around the bus as he got on. It was half full, although most of the passengers were in the front half. His eyes caught Glades and stopped there. Thinking what Glade had been thinking about how the man was the type who filled his Denver bill, Glade gave him a more welcome smile than was absolutely necessary. The man’s eyes sparkled up and he returned Glade’s smile. Then he was moving toward Glade, who, despite Bakırköy travesti the connection their eyes had made, was surprised when the man came all of the way back to where Glade was sitting and sat down in the aisle seat next to him. There were other vacant seats back here, but the man ignored them all and sat next to Glade.

He took his suit coat off and slung it into the overhead bin before he sat down. His warm arm was rubbing up against Glade’s, and his thigh was touching Glade’s. Glade felt like he was going to hyperventilate. He looked down and was somewhat distressed that if the man looked in his lap too, he’d see that the young man was tenting up. It wasn’t so much that the man was drop-dead gorgeous as that Glade’s mind was racing ahead at the prospect of having one man to keep him and to take care of him.

But he wasn’t looking at Glade’s lap, or so Glade thought. He came on with a briefcase and had taken some papers out of it and was sifting through those, looking for something.

The bus was out on the highway now.

“Wouldn’t you know it?” the man muttered.

“What?” Glade asked more out of politeness than curiosity.

“They gave me a receipt back there at the garage, and now I can’t find it. It had their telephone number on it. I’ll need that to find out when the car will be fixed.”

“The car?” Glade asked, surprised. The man was on a bus.

“Yeah. My Merc broke down back there in Colorado Springs. God, I haven’t had to ride a bus in years. But I needed to get back to Denver by this evening and the bus station was right there by the garage. It would have been more complicated to get a rental car. You come from far away?”

“From Abilene,” Glade answered.

“Working there, were you?”

“Yeah, a place called Rapier.” Glade had no idea why he told the man that. All he could think of was that he had been disconcerted by the man touching him. That and assuming he’d have no idea what Rapier was.

“Ah, I see,” the man said.

And, for a moment, it seemed like he did, indeed, see. He had turned to Glade and was giving him a hard look. To try to cover, Glade asked him about where he lived and what he did for a living.

“I’m a few miles out of Denver. Out toward the mountains. Run a specialty service of sorts out there. A few other businesses in town. You might be more interested in what I have going in Golden, though.”

Glade let that sit. He didn’t pursue the question further.

The man gave Glade a look as if expecting Glade to ask him about the business in Golden. But when Glade didn’t, the man settled back in his seat and started talking to Glade about his family.

“No boys, damn it, but the range of ages in girls,” he snorted as his monologue moved along. “And each of them comes with a set of different age-stage attitudes. Daughters are such a challenge. You have any girlfriends with tattoos?”

“No girlfriends,” Glade answered. He was trying to keep his answers short. Glade was sure that the man would be able to hear his arousal in his voice if he said too much.

“Well then, boyfriends perhaps?” He’d let it come out straight, as if there was nothing behind it. But Glade saw him eyeing his tented lap and began to figure out he was building up to something. Glade said nothing, but he knew the man could feel the intake of his breath and how tense he’d gotten.

“Tattoos aren’t so bad,” Glade said after a pause.

“Oh, you got any?” he asked.

“One.”

“Somewhere I can see it?”

“Just here, near my navel,” Glade said, raising the hem of his T-shirt to show the man the blue rosebud tattoo. The man touched it with his finger, and Glade fell apart and his gym shorts tented up even further—and noticeably. And the man was looking at the bulge now. No doubt.

He looked into Glade’s eyes for a moment and then said, his voice suddenly hard, commanding, “Go back to the restroom at the back of the bus, and enter, but don’t latch it.”

“What . . .?”

“I’m betting you’re a rent-boy and will let me fuck you for this hundred-dollar bill I’m placing here in your seat pocket. If I’m wrong just stay here when I go to the john. I’ll move to another seat when I return. You can slip the money back in my laptop and I’ll pick it up on my way back up the aisle.”

“You knew I’d go for that?” Glade asked.

“I knew when I got on the bus and saw you that I wanted to fuck you—if I could. Nothing you have done or said since I sat down here is telling me I can’t fuck you for money.”

Dumbly, knowing already what would happen, Glade stood up and walked by the man’s legs as he swung them into the aisle and unsteadily—not only from the rolling gait of the moving bus—walked back to the compact bathroom at the back corner of the bus, and entered it.

Shortly afterward, the door opened, and the man was inside the small bathroom—and soon was inside Glade. He’d rolled a condom on before coming back and he merely unzipped himself again, reached down and Beylikdüzü travesti pulled Glade’s gym shorts and briefs off his legs and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Glade then was naked. The man wasn’t, but he unbuttoned his shirt so that their chests would be Glade’s smooth skin against the man’s hairy chest. The bus john wasn’t big enough for two people—it wasn’t meant to be big enough for two people—and the two of them were plastered together. But that was sort of the idea anyway—the two of them melding into one, connected by the man’s dick in Glade’s ass.

Glade climbed the man’s hips with his legs, and the man held Glade there against the back paneling of the bus restroom, his legs straddling the toilet basin. He fucked Glade hard and deep by pulling the young man up and down on his cock with broad hands palming and spreading Glade’s butt cheeks, giving him deeper, wider access in Glade’s channel. He had obviously done this before, and he was good at it.

Glade turned his face toward the mirror over the basin and watched the other man’s thumb strumming the rosebud tattoo. It wasn’t long before Glade ejaculated up his belly.

Glade returned to his seat first, leaving the man to try to clean up the damage—semen stains and wrinkles—to his shirt. The young man looked around the bus as he moved up the aisle, but no one was showing any interest. No one had noticed.

Soon thereafter, the man plopped back down into the seat next to Glade, looked around to see who, if anyone was watching, reached into Glade’s gym shorts, pulled out his cock, and slowly stroked him.

“That was nice,” he said. “You know what you’re doing. You mentioned Rapier in Abilene. A professional, aren’t you?”

“A dancer. A professional dancer, yes,” Glade answered between sighs brought about by what the man was doing with his cock.

“And other things too?”

“Yes . . . OK . . . yes. I’ve done other things too.”

“A professional escort—a rent-boy too?”

Glade didn’t answer. He didn’t really have to.

“You’re good. You’re really good. I like that little thing you have going of turning on quickly when your tattoo is touched. Genuine is that, or an act?”

“It’s what happens,” Glade answered.

As if the man was rechecking, he reached over and pressed a finger from the hand not working Glade’s cock into the tattoo, and the young man shuddered and collapsed into himself and moaned for the man.

“Sweet. How well can you give head? I’ll give you a twenty for a blow job.” He was unzipping himself and pulling Glade’s head down to his cock, and Glade showed him that he was an expert in that too.

“Very nice,” he said when Glade was done and had pulled out a twenty, which the rent-boy pocketed without comment.

“That special service I said I operated in the hills above Denver. It’s a men’s club. A special men’s club. Would you be interested in working for me up there? At, let’s say, $1,000 a week and a place to stay, plus any tips you get, for starters?”

As far away from Abilene as I travel, Glade thought, I still never can leave Abilene, it seems.

But now he had a goal, even if it was, in some ways, a lot shorter-term goal than Glade had thought he would have.

Chapter Eight: Denver Interlude

“See that man over there? I want you to give him a good time.”

“He already looks like he’s having a good time with Lucky,” Glade answered the owner of the club outside Denver. The two were standing by the beaded-curtain-covered doorway linking the administrative wing of the Gentlemen’s Club with the entertainment floor. A Chippendales men-like revue was winding down on the stage down in front of the room. Glade had been one of the dancers who just had left the stage. He’d seen the club owner motioning to him and had gone over to talk to him.

“Lucky is just sitting with him to warm the guy up. He’s asked for you. He’s important to the club, so show him a good time.”

Glade already knew the man must be important to the club, or the club owner wouldn’t have told Glade to service him. The owner was increasingly keeping Glade to himself and he never had given Glade to just anyone. Glade recognized the man he was being sent to and knew exactly why he was important. He was a Denver city councilman and was head of the board of one of the most powerful banks in the city—one that the Gentlemen’s Club used, Glade knew.

“You don’t recognize the patron, do you?” the club owner asked, turning his searching gaze on Glade.

“No, of course not,” Glade answered. “I don’t recognize any of the patrons.”

“Good boy,” the man said, approvingly. “Now go over there and make him want you.”

As Glade approached the table, one of the premium ones in the room, Lucky saw him and disengaged himself from the patron. He gave Glade a wink in passing. He’d known he was just in a holding action until Glade got off the stage.

Glade slid in to the space Lucky had vacated and turned a smile toward the patron.

“Hi, Bomonti travesti I’m Glade. I understand you asked for me.”

“Yes, I did. Saw you dancing up there and needed to get to know you better. Liked watching that tattoo of yours while you danced. You can call me Phil.” The man was reaching a big mitt over toward Glade’s tattoo. Glad wasn’t wearing much other than biker shorts that didn’t hide much of anything, and a bow tie, wrist cuffs, and suspenders were the only parts of a shirt he was wearing. The blue rose tattoo to the lower left of his navel, the only body art Glade wore, in contrast to a lot of the other rent-boys, was clearly visible.

“Let’s not touch that yet,” Glade said, teasingly, as he intercepted the man’s hand and moved it straight to his crotch. “That’s a surprise for later. You have someplace more private than this, don’t you, Phil? You’re a real hunk, and I don’t think I can wait long for it. The dance made me all keyed up.”

If the man wanted to be called Phil that was OK with Glade, even though he knew the man really was a Ted. He wasn’t anything close to a hunk, either, although he was better put together than many of the patrons coming to the Gentlemen’s Club, who, on the whole, showed the age and wear and tear it took for them to be able to afford to come to the Gentlemen’s Club. The man wasn’t trim. He had a beer belly on him, although not one that was too gross, and his face showed the ravages of one too many surgical fixes. But he had a full mane of hair and there was muscle under that layer of fat. And there was nothing wrong with his equipment. He could get hard, as Glade was finding out with explorations of his own under the tabletop.

Phil did, indeed, have someplace more private for them to go to—through one of the tunnels to a sumptuously appointed bungalow that prominently featured a king-sized bed. Glade well knew that the bed came with restraints and various other forms of bondage, but Phil didn’t have a need for those. Phil just wanted to fuck—after blow jobs received and given, of course.

Phil was on his back on the bed, languidly looking up at the gorgeous body of Glade, naked, straddling his hips and slowly riding his cock. Glade had on his dreamy expression as he leaned over, placed the heels of his hands on Phil’s nipples, and started a circular rubbing action on them that matched the circular move he was making with his channel on Phil’s throbbing cock.

Glade could feel the man trembling under him, building up to losing control. The rent-boy helped him along with that; he took one of Phil’s hands in his and moved it to the rose tattoo. As Phil rubbed the tattoo, Glade came alive, gyrating on the cock and thrashing about, turning his face to the ceiling and yodeling his pleasure in the fuck.

Catching on to the spirit, Phil rose and turned at the same time, trapping Glade’s body, now on all fours, under him. Phil maintained his touch on the rose tattoo as he got Glade under him, doggy style, and began pumping in earnest, with Glade thrashing about under him and thrusting his hips back on the cock, as the city councilman thrust his cock forward.

* * * *

The club owner’s name—the man who had met and used Glade on the bus from Colorado Springs to Denver—was Stewart Wilson, and his club was everything that the man had promised. The club was in Golden, in the foothills of the Rockies on the western edge of Denver. Golden was publicly famous for having the first brewery of the Coors beer empire. There was a lot less fame for the Gentlemen’s Club, although it was just as well known as Coors in some circles. The club was definitely high end—and expensive. It was set in a bowl reached by, but masked from Route 6 by, a mountain before 6 ended in Interstate 70. The compound was like a fortress, with high security on the gates, through which a fleet of some of the most expensive and sporty brands of cars entered and exited. The parking garage was under the main club house so that cars couldn’t be ID’d even from overhead. A series of little bungalows were scattered around, just inside the compound walls. They were given privacy by heavy foliage but also some were reached by underground tunnels from the main building.

Wilson had provided the best of everything. And, Glade having made an instant highly favorable impression on him on the bus from Colorado Springs to Denver, Glade was saved for the best of the best.

There was no dancing and stripping for Glade on poles on the club’s bar tops while men gathered below him, extending ten-dollar bills, although he would do this in private and he did dance and strip as a featured performer in the more glitzy stage revues. Like the other young men, he strutted around the club floor in biker shorts, bow tie, and white shirt cuffs, with diamond stud cuff links—but no shirt. But he didn’t go on stage to strip by himself. He was included in strip revues and he was as surprised as Wilson was to find he had an excellent singing voice, but he was put on stage only long enough each day he worked to attract attention. And attract attention he did. He didn’t walk around long before some high roller paid to have him join his private party.

Shortly after Glade had been taken on at the club, he wondered if he should change his name again.

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It was a nice warm day in September, and I wanted to take advantage of some time off and enjoy the sun, so I decided to head out to Strathcona Science Park, an area I tan regularly in my thongs. When I arrived in the usual area of the park that I often tan at, a gentleman was at a picnic table with a drone. He seemed nice and not too creepy, but I don’t really want my naked butt or any activities to appear on the news, so I decided to drive back to a different area of the park, closer to the old abandoned buildings. After parking in the lot, I grabbed my large blanket, my bottle of Hawaiian Tropic Oil, and a couple suits to decide which one to slip into, and locked up the car. I walked to a clearing that was still well within view of the parking lot loop, and laid down my towel.

I decided that I would not expose everything at once, and start with a skimpy bikini suit, a bright orange Rainbow bikini brief from Pistol Pete that I had bought earlier this summer. The suit is about a 3/4″ waistband with a Rio back. Under my shorts, I had been wearing a pair of bright pink boy short underwear, which often can be worn as a swimsuit, but I wanted more of a tan today. I discretely slipped off the pink shorts and into this orange suit while sitting on the blanket, then laid out on my stomach to enjoy what I was hoping would not be the last day of summer. I relaxed the entire time as a gentleman watched me from his car. I rubbed some sunscreen on my back and enjoyed the rays, watching him eventually get out of his car and go for a walk around the path, until he got closer to me. He left the path and started to walk towards me. I stayed on my front, until he came over to me.

“I couldn’t help seeing you out here enjoying the sunshine. I was getting jealous of you,” he said to me.

“It is beautiful, and probably not many of these left,” I replied.

“I’m not disturbing your quiet time, am I?” he asked. “Do you mind if I just stand here a couple of minutes and enjoy the temperatures?”

“Of course not,” I said, as I rolled over onto my side to expose most of my front, “my blanket is big enough that you could even join me on the ground, and catch some sunshine yourself.”

He sat down on the blanket, as I rolled over completely onto my back, giving him a great view of the front of my suit.

We talked for a while about the sun, and about sun tanning in the park here. He commented about my suit, and how much he liked the colour and the brief cut of it. By this time, he had removed his shirt, and was lying on his back beside me, wearing his cargo shorts down to his knees.

“I like it, as I can wear it most places and not offend too many people since it still has most of a backside on it. If I can find a quieter place in the park here, I usually tan in less. But today, there is a guy up there with a drone, and I think a camera.”

“How can you get much less than that suit?” he quipped.

I reached into the pocket of my shorts that I originally had on, and pulled out a red Gregg Homme Charged thong. I held it up by each side of the waistband, first showing the small front pouch, and then the thong back. “Do you want to see how much smaller?” I joked as I was feeling very flirty.

“Would I ever,” he replied. I stood up, dropped the thong to the ground, and checked around to make sure that no one else was watching us. While standing up, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my bikini, and slowly pulled it down over my package and then down my thighs, leaving myself standing in the middle of a park, completely nude. I let him look at my smooth package for a moment, and then reached down and grabbed my thong, stepped into it, and slid it up my legs, adjusting my package into the small pouch as I completely pulled it up into place. “So how’s that for smaller?” as I twirled before lying down on my back.

After lying down, I sprayed some more suntan oil on the newly exposed areas.

“That is tiny,” he said. “It doesn’t Erenköy travesti cover a lot.”

“I’m not huge, but that was mean to say about my size,” I joked. “At least compliment me on having the balls to show off my balls.”

“I didn’t mean that,” he stammered. “You look great. I think you are a perfect size.”

We laid out for a few minutes, with him enjoying the view. Finally I said, “You just look over dressed beside me in those long shorts. You should slip into my orange swimsuit and really start on getting your tan.”

“I couldn’t do that. It’s way too skimpy for me. I wouldn’t feel comfortable.”

“Come on, it’s probably only a little bit smaller than the tighty whities that you probably have on under those shorts. Anyways, with me lying beside you in this little number, I would get in trouble first.”

“I’m not sure if I could. It’s so small. Not as small as the one you are wearing now, but much smaller than I am used to.”

“Didn’t you ever wear Speedos when you were a kid?” I asked. “You seem just a little older than me, and I had to wear those in gym class when I was little.”

With some urging, I finally got him to agree. He sat down and quickly pulled down his shorts and underwear, and I passed him my orange swimsuit. He quickly pulled it up over his large package, which must have been 7 or 8 inches soft. I grabbed his shorts and laid them on the other side of the blanket, so he could not quickly grab them to cover up. He laid on his stomach on the blanket, and I adjusted the back of his suit, in order to cover half of his butt, just like they are supposed to cover.

“Now that looks wonderful on you. I am surprised it fits over a big piece of equipment like you have. Can I put some sunscreen on you before you burn?” I rubbed suntan oil over his back, and then we laid out with him on his stomach and me on my back for almost 15 minutes. I reached over every once in a while, just to play with the strap on his leg. “We should turn over now, before we get uneven tans,” I said.

“I’m not sure if I am ready to show off my front yet,” he replied.

“Why would you be embarrassed to show off your stuff? It would make most guys jealous.”

“I’m just used to being in something so small,” he replied. “Sun tanning with a guy is just very new to me.”

“Is it making you excited, and you just didn’t think you could be turned on by a guy? Don’t be nervous. Nothing wrong with being bi curious. Come on, and show the sky your wonderful front. Don’t worry. You can flip back over quickly if someone comes.”

After he rolled over onto his back, I grabbed the suntan oil and started with his legs, and then did his arms. When I was at his crotch, I made sure that I occasionally brushed against his suit. When I got to his torso, I sprayed some on, and then climbed up onto him. I placed my ass right onto his package, and slowly rubbed with my ass crack as I slowly rubbed the oil onto his chest and nipples. We both moaned as we enjoyed my teasing. I could feel the large head of his mushroom shaped cock rubbing up against the thin fabric of the orange suit and the thin strip of fabric of my thong between my ass cheeks, covering my pucker hole. As I continued my rocking on his cock, I tried to nibble on his neck and then down his chest to his nipples. I could just feel his cock continue to grow near my back entrance and I was getting so horny that I wanted to be entered. His ever growing mushroom head was just millimetres from my horny ass, trapped by two thin pieces of material. Just then I saw two ladies walking along the path getting closer to us. I rolled off him and onto my back, and he flipped over onto his stomach. He saw that I was not going to let him grab his shorts. My erection was evident in my tiny thong, but I was too horny to hide it, so I didn’t want to roll over.

We didn’t scare off the ladies, instead, they walked over towards us.

“See, I told you at least one of them Beşiktaş travesti was a guy,” one said to the other.

“With all of the skin you guys have showing, I had just figured it was two girls sun tanning in skimpy bikinis,” commented the other.

“What a wonderful day to get a tan, boys,” one of them said. “And you two are definitely dressed to get a tan.”

“I hope these suits are not too small for here. If we are offending you, we could cover up,” I said.

“NO, NO. They are wonderful. You gay guys have great fashion sense. I wish I could get my husband to even wear a regular Speedo when we go to Mexico. My husband always expects me to wear a bikini when we go on trips, but he always wears shorts to his knees. Double standards, I say.”

“Is that a thong?” the other woman asked. “Can I see your other side?”

I got up and did a little twirl for the two ladies, now knowing that I was not offending them.

“If my husband even had the courage to wear something like your orange bikini, I would let him choose a super skimpy bikini for me.”

“Can we see some of your tan lines, as I just love smooth guys.”

“Yeah, my husband wouldn’t even think of man-scaping.”

I hooked my thumb in the waistband, and pulled the thin red strip of fabric out from between my ass checks, to reveal a thin white band of tan line.

“How about a little show of the front?” the eldest of the ladies asked.

I pulled the red thong down at the front, slowly at first just revealing the smooth skin above my shaft, and then pulling it right down to show off my completely smooth crotch area.

“Wow. Now that is man-scaping.”

“I found out that I like the smooth look better, and it is a definite turn on during sex,” I said.

“I could see how flushed your boyfriend was as we approached. You flipped over just as I saw the size of you. You also look great in that skimpy swimsuit,” she said to the other guy, “even though you don’t look as though you wear one often, by those tanlines.”

“Gay guys always seem to be so well hung, and your friend seemed to be enjoying himself sitting on top of you. Mind you, I would have a smile on my face while rubbing in that sunscreen the way you were doing, too.”

“We should let you two get back to what you were doing before we rudely interrupted you though.”

“Or should we say ‘whoever’ who were doing,” the second lady joked.

“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, boys. Don’t get anything burned.”

They left us alone, and I quickly put my hand back onto the ass of my new friend.

“I’m not gay, or at least I don’t think I am,” he said. “But seeing you out here in these skimpy suits, and then you letting me tan with you has made me feel something a little weird. I was starting to get horny with you rubbing and touching me. “

“I hope I wasn’t being too forward,” I replied to him.

“I just haven’t ever touched a guy, or been touched by a guy. But you were making me feel a way that I have never felt with my wife or any other girl before.”

I gently rolled him back over to his front and grabbed the suntan oil bottle one more time. I started by spraying some on my back, and gave an extra squirt onto my ass checks. The sun had warmed the oil in the bottle, so the feel of the oil running down between my checks was a huge turn on. I started back again on his chest, and climbed back onto his lap. As I nibbled on his neck, I could feel his monster starting to grow again in the skimpy orange swimsuit. It started to push itself back up against the swimsuits separating my glory hole from him. I reached back behind me, pulled the strap out of my crack and gave myself one last big spray of oil to lube up my back entrance. I started to rock more with my naked hole up against the tip of his cock that was stretching the orange swimsuit to its maximum.

“Why don’t I just pull down the front of that bikini and you can slide inside of Avcılar travesti me?” I whispered in his ear.

“I’ve never done this with a guy before. I’m nervous. I have never even had anal sex with my wife.”

“Don’t worry. Just think of it as a tight pussy. I will do most of the work.” I was so horny, I just needed to have him up inside me. The size of his dick, the warmth of the sun, the exhibitionism of the whole situation was just driving me wild.

I reached down and pulled the front of my orange swimsuit down off of him, freeing his huge monster from the fabric. It instantly sprang up into the air, showing off his enormousness. I aimed my rosebud at the tip, and lowered down until his tip was lined up and touching my hole.

“Enjoy your first guy’s ass. I will try to be gentle with your first fuck,” I said, as I started to push down and let him enter me. I slowly pushed until his tip was inside, pushing against my sphincter. I could see his smile emerge, as he felt my initial tightness on his penis. “Ready for some more?” I pushed down further until he was completely inside of me, and the backs of my legs came to rest on his thighs. I was in heaven due to his length and girth. “See, just like a tight pussy, right?”

“Wow, it feels so good,” he moaned.

I raised up, almost pulling my ass off his rock hard rod, and then dropped down slowly again. We both moaned as I went back down. I started to quicken up my rising and falling. I don’t normally do strangers bareback, but this did feel amazing. I could feel every ridge and vein in his penis, giving me a wonderful feel as we humped like animals in the warm sunshine in the park. Once all the way back down again, I could feel my scrotum brushing against his penis, making me rock hard under my thong that was still on in the front. I started to rock back and forth, giving him a new feeling of my ass. I was not sure who was enjoying it more, so we rocked for about 5 more minutes, until he started to get a satisfied look on his face. He was actually doing fairly well for any virgin that I had taken before.

“I’m sorry, but I think I am about to cum. Should I pull out of you?”

“No, just keep on going, and shoot your load into my ass. I want to feel your warmness up there.” I quickened my rocking and felt him suddenly cum in me. The warm cum felt so good, farther up my insides than I think I have ever had. I kept rocking to milk him dry. When he was done and his cock had started to soften, I raised myself off of him, and laid out on the towel, pulling the back of my thong back over my rosebud.

“How was that? So would you consider yourself bi at least now?” I asked him.

“That was so amazing,” he said. He seemed awkward, as though he didn’t know what to do. “But I hate to run, but I’m afraid that I need to get going home and shower before my wife gets home. She might wonder why I am all sweaty and smell like sex.”

He was about to slip off the orange bikini, when I told him to keep it as a memory of his first time, but that if I saw him again here, that I would be expecting him to wear it again, and this time not have any tan lines showing other than from the suit.

I laid out for a little while longer, feeling the warm cum still up my cavern. When it was time to go, I got up, pulled off the thong, and slipped up the pink boyshorts. I grabbed my shorts and t-shirt, but didn’t put them on, and then rolled up my towel with my thong and suntan oil, and then started to make my way across the grass park to my car. I probably short of got more dressed, but I was still hot from the pounding I had been given. As I walked, I could feel some of his cum starting to leak out of my ass, and start to come down my leg. When I got to the parking lot, I saw that I had to walk past a van to get to my car, and in the van were the two women.

“I can see by your smile that you two had a great time sun tanning,” one of the women said out of the window.

“We had a good time,” I said and winked back at them as I turned to get in.

“I can tell by the leaking out the back,” the other lady said.

I laid down my towel on the seat, pulled on my shirt, and drove back to my place, hoping for another day like this nice day in the sun.

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As promised a long time ago but sadly put aside for other reasons and forgotten. Here is the ending of Jack and Toby. A fan wrote and asked for the conclusion just the other day, and I didn’t realize that I hadn’t put it on. So here it is.

As always, thank you for reading. Comments are always appreciated.

*******

**Toby**

Over the few months after the reunion, Jack has gotten more and more distant. He has never been like this before. Yeah, he has disappeared for several weeks to a month, but there were always signs he has been at the apartment. Once half his clothes were gone, I couldn’t tell he had been here anymore.

I talk to Darren about it a little, not to the extent he knows Jack hasn’t returned, and my parents think we’re fighting. Or they think Jack is working, and Jack is being typical Jack by not wanting to come around.

Then today of all days my phone was ringing off the hook, it’s Jack. I decided I wasn’t going to pick up. I didn’t want to get in a fight while at work. I didn’t need Darren hearing it and especially any of the guards, I don’t need them talking to my mother of all people.

I walked into my apartment and had to chuckle of course there sat Jack. “Are you here because I wouldn’t answer your phone calls?” I said as I walked to the bedroom loosening my tie, I wanted to take a shower, I honestly didn’t care what he had to say.

I laid my jacket on the bed and started taking my pants off when Jack came up behind and hugged me. “Oh no, Jack. You don’t get to this time.”

“Toby, he’s not you.”

“FUCK YOU JACK!” I went to walk back out of the room, and I saw his suitcases sitting in the corner. “Jack, you can’t just keep coming and going when you want.”

“I love you, Toby.” He looked up at me, always with those damn puppy eyes.

“How can you, Jack? Jack, you fuck around on me all these years, and you stand there and say you love me. Jack, why are you here?”

**Jack**

Oh God, do I tell him upfront and say I need a place to stay for a week and I will be out of his life for good or lie? Roy’s family was in town, and they didn’t know he was gay, so he gave me a free pass to fuck Toby if I wanted. It was either that or see if I could stay at my parents or Roy would’ve set me up at a hotel. But I told Roy to let me try Toby first then we will do a Hotel, but I knew I could manipulate Toby.

I grabbed Toby’s cock after I told him I loved him; he was hard. I knew he would be. “Honey, see somewhere you still love me,” I said as sweet as I could while looking up at him. I rubbed his cock, God I do love his cock, I forgot when Roy came back and begged to take me out how, unlike Toby’s his was, so pencil-thin. Toby’s has girth, and he stretches me, and it feels so good.

We hadn’t had sex in a few weeks before me moving out, so I know Toby is horny. I didn’t let go of his cock, and I could hear his breathing increase. I pulled him towards the bed by his cock, and he stumbled with me, I smiled I had him. “NO Damn you, Jack. Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Jack, Get Out.”

“Toby, you can’t be serious?”

“Jack, just go.”

I laughed. “You have balls now Toby, but you’ll want me back in a week or a month, and you know it. You missed me, and I know you have.”

Toby always misses me when I leave he thinks I don’t come by, but I do. I leave things that smell like me hanging up in the closet like they have been there all along and I will find them later in Toby’s things.

“Jack, why are you here?”

“I need a place to stay for a week. Roy’s family is here.” Oh, I saw a change flash across Toby’s eyes. “What?”

“You were just going to use me for a week and leave?” Toby looked angry. “A WEEK? GOD JACK! You do have balls.”

Toby walked out of the room. “Toby, can I stay?”

“HELL NO!” Toby screamed.

**Toby**

I can’t believe Jack came by to try to stay the week. What am I saying, YEAH I CAN, he’s a narcissist ass? I should’ve known this a long time ago, I know I should’ve walked away a long time ago.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, why I stay, why I let him walk all over me. And why I still love him. I’m stupid. But I knew that wasn’t the last I was going to see of Jack, somehow I knew.

***

I came home one day from work a few weeks later and found Jack waiting for me again. “Toby.” He said curtly.

“Jack, what do you want?”

“Roy is coming to help move the rest of my things. So could you leave for a few hours?” He was a full-on ass.

“Fine,” I responded and started to walk past him.

“Fine, that is all you have to say?” He almost screamed.

“What the fucked do you want me to say, Jack?” Ataköy travesti I turned around. “You’ve made up your mind.”

“You never fight for me, Toby.”

“Jack, I loved you. Remember you’re the one that keeps leaving me. I can’t compete with these guys who want to give you the moon and the stars.” I walked to the apartment door. “If you think about it, text me when I can return.” Which of course, he never did.

I walked down to my car; all I could think of doing was heading back to work. So I went to the hospital and my desk, I had work schedules to finish. Some employees were asking for vacation time, and Darren wanted me to get comfortable scheduling the staff to cover the different shifts.

I’d been sitting at my desk for a few hours, not succeeding at the schedules when Darren walked in. He was surprised to find me, “What are you doing here, didn’t you go home earlier?” Darren asked I could tell he had because he was in jeans.

“Don’t ask,” I responded. “What are you doing back?”

“Fine, I won’t, but I’m not letting you stay here. Come on, the way you look, you’re going to make a mistake on those schedules.” He responded. “Get up, Toby.”

I didn’t stand, “I can’t go home.” His puzzled stare let me know I’d already said too much to hold back now, so I had to finish. “Jack needs time to have his boyfriend help him move.”

“Let’s get out of here; just give me a minute to call my wife.”

“You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll stay here for a few hours, and hopefully, he’ll be gone when I get home.”

“Not taking no for an answer, you didn’t go to your parents’ house for a reason. So I take it you didn’t want them knowing. Let’s get out of here, come on get up.” Darren put his hand on my back and guided me out of the office. “Anyways, I think Mike will be happy not working an eighteen-hour shift, so when you do calm down, try to look at the schedules again.” He laughed.

“I’ll do that, thanks, Darren.”

We ended up at a bar, and I was three sheets to the wind by nine. Darren took me back to my apartment around ten. I don’t know what time I was hugging the porcelain god, but it’s when I found Darren never left. He came in, wet a washcloth, and placed it on the back of my neck.

He was trying to make a bad situation a little lighter, but it didn’t work, while I was still just hanging over the toilet. “Man who in the hell does your cleaning, they need to come and teach my wife a few tricks, cause you could eat off these fucking floors.”

“That would be Jack, he a germ-a-phobe.”

“Toby, I’m sorry.”

I tried to get up but failed, so I sat up against the wall next to the toilet. “It’s ok. You know, Jack has fucked around on me for over six years. This is the first time he has taken all his clothes and things.

“Well it looks like you have a decision to make here, doesn’t it?” Darren responded.

“I’ve had this decision to make for a long time and had never done it. I let Jack walk all over me.”

“Toby sadly the best of us let our wives, husbands, girlfriends or boyfriends take advantage of us. It’s time to take your life back.” Darren helped me up. “I was a fucked-up young adult, too, and I didn’t just turn out this perfect.” Darren smiled at me. “End it here, end it now. How long has it been?”

“Technically, met at seventeen but started dating at eighteen. I’m twenty-eight right now.”

“So a fucking long time. I know it’s hard, Toby.” He looked at me for a few seconds. “Jackie wasn’t my first wife, and it’s part of the reason why I left the force. I don’t know if you remember when your father had to work third shift for a year.”

“No, I remember second, but not third.”

“You might have been a little on the younger side then. As I’d told you before, Bill and I were partners for a few years. So I was on those shifts with him. Second, third, second, and finally first, but by the time we had gotten on first shift, I was divorced.” Darren blew out a loud breath. I knew he was thinking back about this. “Like you Toby, I knew something was going on, but in my case, I beat the living shit out of him. Which was the reason why I or I should say we, your father stayed my partner, he could’ve left me and stayed on second. We could’ve both receive new partners but your father road out my punishment with me.”

Darren paused for a moment, “Bill is a stand-up guy. He didn’t have to stay with me. Your mother Betty is a saint for putting up with your father on nights and having the four of you underfoot. I don’t know how Bill did it sometimes, Sarah was still in diapers then. He didn’t get much sleep, and he stayed with me, and he was pissed when I left the force.”

“I Bahçelievler travesti don’t remember you coming around at all.”

“As I said, you were on the younger side.”

We ended up talking a little longer, and Darren told me I could stay home the next day, but I told him I would make it into work. When I walked in the following day, I was dying, just the ride in I knew it was a mistake, but I was already there so I might as well ride out the day, it only could get better, right?

***

Over the following weeks, I noticed signs that Jack had been in the apartment. He was taking more and more of what I guess he considered his things. I didn’t care about most of the shit, and it was stuff I bought for Jack or things to make him happy for the apartment. So it made my apartment a lot less cluttered.

It was nice to have just the bed, dresser and nightstands in the bedroom. Also having my suits in the closet without having them smell like cologne and perfume was a plus.

But coming home one day to all my electronics and TV missing was where I had had it. I walked back out of the apartment and down to a bar. Thank God I didn’t have to work the next day because I tried to get drunk as soon as I possibly could. I don’t know how I made it back into my apartment.

The next morning when I drugged my ass to the kitchen to get a glass of water is when I found out Jack cleaned it out. When I mean cleaned it out, I mean he took everything the dishes, utensils, microwave, table, chairs. Everything was gone. Other than food and the apartment supplied fridge and stove, there was nothing left.

I called Jack, I was pissed, but of course, he was expecting my call, and he didn’t answer. I left a voicemail telling him to call me back, but he took almost a week to call me back. This was making it easy for me to hate him by taking everything from the apartment for his new boyfriend and him to enjoy.

****

Darren has been training me over the past year to lead my own office as the Head of Security. I’ve also been taking business classes and learned most of all the areas of the job. Darren keeps placing job listings on my desk, and he knows there aren’t any positions opening up in their organization anytime soon, so he has been hinting for me to look for another job. I don’t know if I’m ready. Darren keeps saying I need to spread my wings and try.

So last week I did, I came in to find a new position on my desk, and I was about to throw it away, and I stop — Head of Security, Boston, Massachusett an affiliate hospital. I had my resume up to date, so all there was to do was fill out the application.

No one in my family is going to like it, meaning the location. They will love that I’ve applied for a job which I could better myself. But this is for me. I need to leave to know that whatever this hold Jack has on me can never happen again. Jack can’t come back into my life.

I need to see if my parents will let me move back home if I’m seriously looking for a new position, being Boston or where ever it turns out to be. I can’t sign a new year on the lease and find out I have a job elsewhere. I know my contract isn’t up yet, but I can’t keep coming home to an empty apartment, it’s not a home anymore to me. I will have to bit the bullet and talk to mom and ask her about moving home.

It has been a while since they have seen Jack anyways, so they know something up, I will be in front of the firing squad probably by nightfall if I ask her today. But again I need out, and I need out of this state, I think it will help a lot.

“So what did you decide?” Darren asked.

“Well, you know I applied for the job in Boston,” I responded.

“Yeah, I know, but what else.”

“I was going to ask my parents if I could move home tonight.”

“You sure you want to do that?” Darren asked.

“Even if I don’t get this job. I can’t stay in my apartment any longer. I’m done with Jack, and I need to move on.” Darren looked at me. “I need to move away, Darren.”

“Then I hope you get this job, but don’t get your heart set on it. I heard there are a few good candidates.”

“I won’t, but I’m going to try my best.” I smiled. “I will get something someday.”

“You will, and I know you kid, you will do a great job in your interview.”

***

I asked my mom about moving in and showed up that evening with a carload of my shit. A family meeting is called on my behalf. I had to explain what was going, between Jack and I, for the past few months. More like the past four to six months.

I never told my family what happened during my high school reunion even though I think my family would’ve been happy for me, Bahçeşehir travesti but I’m not sure. Even though they didn’t like Jack, I still think they wouldn’t condone cheating. I believe that is why I’ve never mentioned it to anyone, not even to Darren.

When I went for the interview out in Boston, it was fun. They flew me out on Monday the interview was part of the day Tuesday and Wednesday, and I return on Thursday. My interview on Tuesday was in a boardroom in an area of the hospital which patients never see, only big pockets.

Because in the second half of my interview will be security issues in the hospital. I asked that they not tell anyone I was in the hospital interviewing. I wanted to see if I could get around the hospital and see how much or if I could peak anyone curiosity.

I walked everywhere in the hospital. I think because I looked confident enough and had my badge on from LA, no one even thought to stop me. I wore my monkey suit, I was in back stairways, no one should’ve been, I also looked in closets, and drug cabinets that weren’t locked and nurses didn’t even stop me. All because I looked official and had security on my badge.

When I arrived back at my hotel I wrote up my report, then I thought about it. I decided to go back and see if I could get through in jeans and a t-shirt with just my badge. I entered through the ER because the main entrance was closed. The security guard looked up at me, but he looked tired. “You the new guy?” I just pointed to my badge, and he pressed the button to the doors. The whole hospital was opened to me, roam is what I did.

After which I wrote my report. When I handed it in and returned to LA, I know they were reviewing the tapes of where I went in their hospital. I’m sure they were not pleased with where all I could wander to without being stopped.

******

This concludes Jack and Toby – Here is a little of the first chapter of Jake and Toby if you have never read them. Thank you for reading.

Jake and Toby Chapter 1

Pet Peeve and Meeting Mr. Sex on Two Legs

*Dr. Jake Thomas*

The biggest pet peeve of mine is waiting at a red light and listening to my music to have it drowned out by someone else’s. I hate that. I hate most music, but I can’t put a bubble around me. I was driving to work this morning; I left a little later than usual, and he pulled up next to me.

He had all his windows down, and there was a heavy metal song blaring, but it was at the end, and I was expecting another one to start blasting away. Then the next song confused me because it sounded a lot calmer. OPERA!? He was listening to everything from metal to opera? Wow, I was taken aback. Then he started singing along with the song, again wow.

I looked at him, thank God the light was still red. Oh My God, this man is gorgeous, sex on a stick or on two legs, wow. What I could see of him, the chiseled face, the sandy blonde hair, I’m sure his eyes have to be either green or blue behind his shades. What I wouldn’t give to get in his bed.

The light turned green, and off we went, he sped up and got in front of me, and I realized I was following him. Not really following him, we just happened to be heading the same direction. I wonder where he works. I had been driving behind him for almost a half-hour, listening to his music change when I could hear it. There was some alternative, and country was thrown into the mix, and then Bach. Holy shit did he have a diverse music palate!

Before I knew it, he was pulling into the hospital employee parking entrance. I’ve never seen him around before, is he a new doctor or administer or what? I will have to find out. He was in a nice dress shirt, so he has to be someone important, but he passed the level I normally park on, so I couldn’t follow him. I had to get into work and start my rounds. Maybe I will see him later.

*Toby Smith*

It was my first day at this hospital; I just transferred in from across the country. I needed a change, I needed to get away from the bad memories. So when this position opened up it was perfect, it will be a new town and a new opportunity for me to get a fresh start, I pray.

Driving in this morning, I pulled up next to a guy at a red light. Holy shit, he was staring at me, but I didn’t want to make eye contact and be as obvious as he was. He was nice looking, wearing a nice dress shirt, a little on the short side, (at least that’s what I think for how low he sat in his seat). He had dark hair, but a very fair complexion. Shit, does he ever get out into the sun? He drives a little Beemer convertible, so he is flaunting his wealth. Why does he keep following me?

I pulled into the employee entrance this morning, and he followed. Maybe I will run across him in the hospital sometime, but today I have to meet with the bigwigs to discuss why we need to set up the security as we have out in LA. So I have a lot of changing to do here, plus I need to do a floor by floor survey of the hospital.

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