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Mitch was a lot older than the rest of us in the college program. He was an ex-Marine. Back from a second tour in Iraq, catching up with his life. He would be a natural leader among the students even if his playing skills didn’t shine brightly above the rest of ours in all of the intermural sports we played to let off steam. Even in choosing sides and getting anything going, we’d all hem and haw and throw out suggestions, until, at some point, in a few, not-to-be-questioned, barked-out words, Mitch would tell us what we’d do. And we’d do it.

Even though he was graying at the temples now, which was barely discernible with that buzz cut he maintained, and had some tested-by-life lines in his handsome, square-cut face, he was still every inch the in-control Marine. When I’d go down to the basement of the intramural gym to swim my laps early in the morning before classes started, he’d be there in the weight room, stripped down to gym shorts, lifting weights and doing push-ups and pull-ups a couple of hundred reps at a time. Not an ounce of flab on him, all steel and muscle, with his veins popping out on his arms and legs and along his torso because there wasn’t any fat for them to run through under the skin.

Other than the gym and the class and the pickup sports games out on the basketball and tennis courts and intermural football field in the afternoons, he didn’t really fraternize with the college students much at all. He was a man of few words and of hard, serious stares that made you feel compelled to pay attention to him, to make him approve of what you were saying and doing. He never talked about what he’d done in life, what he’d done in combat or what combat had done to him, but his bearing and the intensity he approached everything with, whether it was classroom work, the pickup games, or those solitary morning gym workouts, made you want to accept whatever he said as basic truth the rare times he said anything.

He had the exact same effect on our professors that he had on the students. If there was a discussion or argument going on in class, all Mitch had to do was to start a sentence, and by the end of just one sentence, the discussion had been decided and the room was quiet.

He really was reclusive and totally apart from the other students, something that went way beyond the difference in our ages, life experiences, and his manner of being above any argument or discussion rather in it, of being the last, authoritative word. He didn’t live in the dorms with the other students; he had a small house out on the edge of the college town. At one time it probably had been the gatehouse of some estate, although the bigger house was no longer there.

That’s where he held his study sessions with a select set of students.

The study sessions became somewhat of a mystery that students whispered about but never reached any conclusion on about exactly they were and how much of a help they were in passing tests and completing winning papers. No one even could—or would—say for sure who was in the study group, or had been at one time. The only common denominator in the names tossed out were that you had to be a serious student, not into the party scene, good looking—and male.

Mitch did spend a fair amount of time studying at the library in the late evening. That’s where I’d see him the most. We shared a few classes; we’d been in a couple of afternoon pickup basketball games, where he’d chosen me for the skins side and we’d shared wins; and I’d occasionally see him standing at the weight room door, panting in shallow, controlled breaths between his marathon one-armed push-up sessions, watching me come out of the gym pool some mornings. But it was really seeing him at a nearby table at the library that caught my attention the most—probably because in the most recent weeks it seemed like he wasn’t really studying much there at the library; he seemed more sitting there and watching me study.

It should have made me uncomfortable, I suppose. But it didn’t. I found it flattering. Mitch was taking an interest in me. Mitch, the natural leader, the one with all of the answers, all of the experience. Mitch, who already had met life head on and who had his own house and camouflage-painted Hummer H2 that made all the heads snap whenever it floated across campus. Mitch, the man of the world, who even the professors listened to and obeyed.

Chuck Albert stopped me on the quad one day. He pulled away from a group of guys he was joking with as I passed by and said he wanted to tell me something in private. Chuck, the college team’s quarterback, a guy I wouldn’t have thought even knew I existed. Quiet Chuck, the guy who aced all of his tests, had a solid-gold passing arm, and who I assumed could pop the cherry of any coed on campus just with one of his sultry gazes.

“Big test coming up in calculus,” he said to me when we had withdrawn to the verge of the quad’s tree line.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve already started studying.”

“But you’d like help and would be willing to contribute, Sakarya escort wouldn’t you?” Chuck asked. He was looking at me with a hard stare. He seemed a little more serious than the test was worth.

“Yeah, I guess so. I usually study alone, but . . . it’s a big test, and—”

“Mitch wants me to invite you to his study group. Seven next Tuesday, at his place. You know where it is?”

“Mitch’s group?” I was practically speechless. The mystery group. Something like a golden ticket. Of course I couldn’t say no. Especially to Chuck. “Um, yes. Yeah, sure. I’m sure I can make it. Out at the end of Pine, right?”

“Right. Seven on Tuesday. I can tell him you’ll be there, then?”

“Yeah. Yes, I’ll be there.”

Chuck gave me a hard look and then he turned and was gone.

Tuesday night, almost exactly at seven, I pulled into the asphalted area at the side of Mitch’s cottage. The house was right off the road, but there was such a thick fringe of trees and bushes between it and the road that you’d never know a house even was there if you didn’t know it was there and if you didn’t see the mailbox at the edge of the drive.

Mitch’s Hummer was there and just one other car, a BMW convertible I thought belonged to Bud Howard. That figured. Bud was one of our math brains in addition to being a star basketball player. No other cars, though. I looked at my watch. No, I wasn’t early. I would have thought that anyone invited to be in Mitch’s study group would be prompt. I’d think they would know that much about Marines. Well, maybe I’d rack up points with him for being on time.

The front door was ajar when I got to it and there was a note taped to the knocker to come on back to the back of the house, so I didn’t knock or ring the bell. I entered directly into the living room, which was sparsely furnished, but all of the furniture looked like it was good quality. And the place was neat as a pin. Another Marine trait, I assumed. The living room was only dimly lit, but a hallway running off it toward the back of the cottage was brightly lit, so I just moved on back. I could hear the murmuring of voices from somewhere in the back of the house.

A door was open as far back down the hallway I could go, and a light was on in that room, so that’s where I headed.

And I stopped dead in my tracks, in shock, as soon as I walked through the door.

I was in a sparsely furnished bedroom. A double bed against the wall to my left. A straight chair immediately to my left beside the door, with a wooden bureau beyond that.

And directly in front of me, in front of a draped window, under a pole light, the only light in the room, in a straight chair set at a three-quarters angle to me—Bud and Mitch.

Bud was the first one I identified, because Mitch was behind and below him in the chair. Both were nude. Tall, lithe, almost gangling, sandy-haired, ruddy skinned Bud, sitting on Mitch’s lap, facing me, his long, thin legs hooked over Mitch’s muscular, widespread legs. The balls of Bud’s feet planted on the carpet, giving him leverage for his rising and falling hips. Bud’s chest was arched out, and Mitch’s arms were wrapped around him, his hands palmed on Bud’s pecs, Mitch’s thumbs and forefingers playing Bud’s nipples.

Bud’s face had a mixed expression of pain and ecstasy and wonder and panic all at once. Bud was the one who I heard murmuring. He was panting and moaning and making little gurgling sounds. He was the one doing most of the moving as he rose and fell on Mitch’s thick cock. On the rise I could see a good three inches of condom-sheathed cock appear above the short, curly pubic hairs at Mitch’s crotch. And then the three inches would slowly disappear as Bud descended on it. Bud was also doing most of the huffing and puffing. Mitch was more or less just sitting under him, solid as a rock. Muscles taut, bulging. A slight smile on his face—slight, but more expression than I usually saw from him. The only movement from him those thumbs and forefingers rolling Bud’s nipples and a slight undulation of his pelvis as he rolled, almost imperceptibly, in countermovement to Bud’s rising and falling, moving back as Bud rose, and forward to meet Bud’s downward thrusts.

When he noticed me standing, dumbstruck, unable to move from the doorway, to retreat from the shocking sight, Bud looked surprised and more than a little embarrassed. But he just kept on pumping, his eyes searching mine, seeking understanding and acceptance.

“Sit in the chair.” It was Mitch’s voice, clearly Mitch’s voice, although it had a guttural edge to it. The voice of the Mitch who was to be obeyed.

I stumbled to my left and fell more than sat in the chair.

“Faster.” The voice again. I was confused. Faster what? But then I saw that the command wasn’t for me. Bud dutifully picked up the rhythm of his rising and falling. Bud was moaning louder now, his eyes still on me, but I could not hold the gaze. I was watching that three inches of hard, thick, condom-crowned cock Side escort bayan disappearing and reappearing. I’d never seen anything like this before. Shock, dismay, interest, arousal.

“Unzip.” I sat there, hearing him but not comprehending him.

“Unzip your pants. Pull it out.” The voice was for me. I realized that now. No, I certainly wouldn’t do anything like that. I would stand up right now and leave the house. Never speak to either one of them again. Transfer. Put this all behind me.

All the time I was thinking that, I was unzipping my pants and fishing my cock out. It was half hard already. Gawd, why was that? I couldn’t find this arousing. Could I? I’d never . . .

“Thought so. Stroke it.” The voice that was to be obeyed.

“Rotate.” The commanding voice again. But this time for Bud. Bud moved his hands back to cup the back of Mitch’s head and, leveraging off the balls of his feet, began to rotate his hips back and forth and in a circular motion. Mitch moved his hands to Bud’s small waist and helped control the movement. Moans in harmony now, Bud’s tenor and Mitch’s bass. Bud’s louder than Mitch’s, but Mitch was softly grunting and groaning now too. And I could see his muscles straining and the veins popping out on his ropy forearms.

My cock was hard already, rising to my involuntary stroking. I moved my other hand up under the hem of my T-shirt and up to a nipple. Three-part harmony in the moaning now. Bud’s tenor, Mitch’s bass, my baritone.

“Up on your feet.” Who was that for? Must be Bud, although he didn’t seem to fully comprehend.

“Up on your feet. Now!” Mitch brought Bud up out of his lap with the grip he had on the basketball player’s waist. Bud stood, but still crouch over Mitch’s lap. I saw a good five inches of the condomed cock now, but the head was still embedded in Bud’s ass.

Mitch’s pelvis came up off the chair and he thrust up into Bud’s ass, again and again and again. Six, seven inches sliding out and then disappearing in a quick upward jab. Bud lurching and twisting and gasping and yelping. Muscles rolling, bulging, straining. Both straining and breathing heavily.

Bud’s legs were trembling uncontrollably and his knees gave way and he fell back into Mitch’s lap, fully impaled. Mitch snaked a hand around and fisted Bud’s engorged cock in a steel grip and started pumping, slowly but relentlessly. Bud was trembling and writhing under his grip. Mitch had his lips buried in Bud’s neck. Loud oohs and ahhs and gruntings and groanings now. All tenor, all Bud.

Bud cried out in a shooting of cum and collapsed like a rag doll in Mitch’s lap. Mitch’s pelvis was still slowly churning. He wasn’t finished, although Bud certainly was.

Bud raised his head and searched out my eyes with his. He had a languid, well-taken expression on his face. I don’t know why, but I somehow knew this had been his first taking and that he was lost to the Marine now. Whatever Mitch, still churning inside him, wanted, he would do. And there was another look in his eyes. A message for me. A “you’re next” warning.

I gathered strength and fled the room and the house.

Another week and nothing. I spoke to neither Mitch nor Bud, nor Chuck, for that matter, during that time. I went to a college basketball game on the Friday following that Tuesday and Bud was there and was the star of the game. He was all smiles and fluid movement and jazzed-up energy. So, no crushing experience for him there then.

After a week, I stopped trying to avoid seeing any of the three and started looking for them. In the meantime, I found I was jacking myself off at every opportunity. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but that didn’t stop me from doing it and from thinking about what I’d seen in Mitch’s house.

A week and two days later, there he was. I was studying in the library and looked up, almost in expectation, and there Mitch was, at the next table, a book open in front of him, but his eyes glued to me. Trembling, I pulled my books together and stumbled out of the library.

The next night I returned to the same table in the library. He already was there, sitting sideways to the table, his muscular legs spread. He knew I’d come back. It was the last thing I planned to do, but here I was. I opened my books, but my eyes were on him. His eyes were on me. He moved one of those strong, sensuous hands to his crotch and let it just sit there, cupping his power through the material of his jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes from him.

A slight imperceptible smile, and then he uncoiled from the chair in one fluid, graceful moment. As he passed my table, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Tomorrow, six thirty, my place.”

“Nooo,” I moaned softly back to him. But he already was gone.

* * *

“Strip and lay on your back on the bed.” The voice to be obeyed.

When I was laying back on the sheeted mattress, Mitch stood at the foot of the bed and slowly stripped himself. He was just as strong and powerful all over as I knew Escort izmir he’d be. Thick and long, ball sacs full and hanging low. Every muscle fully developed and taunt and bulgy. Every muscle.

“Stroke yourself.” I wrapped my hand around my half-hard cock and started doing what I’d done at least daily ever since I last was in this bedroom.

He was standing over me, stroking his own cock. Within moments we were both hard. he leaned over me and wrapped his hands around the underside of my thighs and pulled my butt to the foot of the bed.

“Sit up. Suck me.” I sat up, my face right at the level of his hard on. But I was at a loss of what to do now. I’d never done this before. I had no intention of doing anything here. I shouldn’t be here at all. I wasn’t staying here. I, in fact, wasn’t here. This was all fantasy. I was in the library studying.

“Kiss it.” He touched his bulging dick head to my lips. Moist, salty taste. And then I was gagging slightly and having trouble breathing, as his moist bulb pushed my lips open and he was inside me, moving it from cheek to cheek, sliding back over tongue. My eyes were tearing and I tried to move my head back, off the invading tool. But strong hands fisted my hair at the back of my head and held me to him. Held there for several moments and then I felt my lips sliding along veiny, smooth skin of thick, warm cylinder, and my jaw was aching to open wide enough and my throat was clogging. I wrapped my hands around his hard, bulging thighs and started to go with the rhythm he was setting.

I heard sighing, in that bass voice. I was pleasing the Marine. Mitch was pleased.

“Lay back.” It seemed to have been an eternity that I had that thick cock inside my mouth, but it surely was only moments. As he drew it out, I closed my lips tightly over the rim of the glans and gave a little extra suck, flicking the piss slit with the tip of my tongue. I felt Mitch shudder. Good. At least I had retained that much control.

Mitch moved away from the bed. When he returned, he had a big black dildo in his hand and a tube of lube. He extracted a big glob of lube and then tossed the tube to me.

“Lube your ass.”

“Nooo.” I don’t know if my whimper was audible to him, but he got the hint of rebellion.

“Do it, Now! You’ll be glad later you did.”

Back in full control. Any sign of resistance evaporated. While I worked the cool lubricant into my tight, virginal ass, Mitch lubed up the dildo. He was going to fuck me with the dildo!

But, no he wasn’t. He handed it to me.

“Fuck yourself with this. Slowly, shallow at first. But you’ll want to open to a good eight inches of it. You’ll want to be stretched.”

This was the most painful part of all. I slowly worked myself with the dildo, as Mitch stood between my spread legs, stroking his cock and pulling on his ball sacs.

“Stroke yourself. It will help.” My fist went back to my hard cock.

Mitch disappeared from my vision.

“Come over here and sit on it.”

He was in the chair I’d seen him in the previous time I’d been here. The only light on in the room was the pole lamp, its beam of light trained on the chair. Mitch was rolling a condom on his huge cock.

I cried out in first taking, in pain, and wonder, and awe, and arousal, and ecstasy, as my ass channel descended on his possessing cock, my channel stretching as best it could, caressing his cock, feeling every veiny contour of it as it moved up inside me. I was faced away from him, my legs spread wide on either side of his thighs, the balls of my feet dug into the carpet, ready to leverage my rise and fall on his impaling cock. I arched my back and Mitch reached around me with his sinewy arms and covered my pecs with his palms; his thumbs and forefingers went to my nipples, and I grunted and sighed as he started to pinch and roll them. I could feel his hot breath between my shoulder blades.

“Fuck yourself. Up and down on my shaft.” The voice that must be obeyed, thick now with lust.

Leveraging off the balls of my feet, I began to rise and fall on his cock. All of my senses going to that thick rod running up inside me, electrifying my walls, stuffing me, fully possessing me to the quick. Up, down. Groan, moan, sigh. Up, down.

I sensed more than heard the other presence in the room. Then the heavy release of breath that wasn’t mine or the Marine’s. A slight gurgling noise.

“Sit in the chair.” Mitch’s voice. But not speaking to me.

I looked up in time to see a dark, chocolate brown, trim figure collapse into the chair by the door. The shocked look on his face. I’d seen him before. Tennis team, I think, and in a couple of my classes. Smart. Achingly handsome. Confused now, torn.

I sought his eyes out with mine. Not a warning. Warnings already useless. A sense of sharing, of inevitability. “You’re next,” my eyes said.

“Faster.” I picked up speed in the rising and falling. Overwhelming ecstasy. Taking it deeper. Moaning.

“Unzip yourself. Pull it out.” Familiar, but not meant for me.

Gasping at the depth and stretching of it. Pinching of nipples overwhelming. Up, up, and away. A feel of a sudden twitching and further engorging of the hot poker inside me, constriction of Mitch’s thigh muscles under me.

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***This is a real true story of my first gay sex about 10 years ago, I did not use a condom because I was young and stupid, please always practice safe sex****

*****

I was in my 3rd year of college and home for the summer. I went to school out of state and thus could not out with new friends, and I hadn’t bothered to keep in touch with people from High school. My younger brother had an internship and friends of his own so most of time I was home alone, bored, and incredibly horny.

I have never thought of myself as gay, and still don’t, though for some reason people have a hard time truly believing a person can be bisexual (but that is what I would say I most closely identify with). I would watch all kinds of porn, straight, gay, transsexual, it all turned me on depending on my mood.

To describe myself I’m nothing special. A 7-8 on the attractive scale. I’m mixed white and Japanese but look mostly white except for my eyes which are slanted – gives me a slightly more ‘exotic’ look. I’m 5’10 140lbs and athletic so I had a slender, swimmers build.

As the days of summer went by and my boredom grew, porn could only hold my attention for so long. I wasn’t seeing anyone, I had broken up with my girlfriend a few months prior and wasn’t pursuing anything at the time. Eventually I started browsing Craigslist personal ADs – what for I wasn’t sure, maybe for something different, maybe for something more ‘real’, and maybe I would find a girl who was just as bored and horny as I was (hey a guy can dream right?)

Eventually I learned that any posts that were woman seeking man were either scams or bots. I kept browsing though, and became intrigued at the amount of male for male posts, the open/willingness to post pictures and say exactly what they were looking for. My curiosity and horniness bested me, I started contacting a few of these men. Knowing full well I wasn’t going to meet up with them, but the act of exchanging emails was enough to satisfy my thirst for now. After a few hours of back and forth talk of what we would do for/to each other they all realized I wasn’t going to meet with them and they stopped messaging me. So with that my boldness grew, I posted my own AD. It read something like this:

“21m seeking older man for casual time”

In a short paragraph I talked about wanting an experienced man to make me his lover and how I wanted to be bottomed. Attached was a seductive picture of myself in my boxers. I didn’t mention anything about how it would be my first time or how I would probably never go through with anything – but I think even at this point a growing part of me desperately wanted to.

In came the flood of responses. Most were spam or guys I could never find attractive. But then one caught and held my attention. He was older than me, 38, said he was into younger guys and sent a picture of himself. He was cute with a genuine smile. Not overweight, not skinny, but looked like he had a gym membership and took care of himself – oh and the picture he sent of his dick was very alluring too. We started emailing back and forth, I revealed that I had never done this and it would be my first time. He reacted in the best way possible Bursa escort and said that there was no pressure at all, I could just come over and hang out and if I wasn’t comfortable I could leave. He kept the conversation away from sex and talked about regular things, his job, hobbies, etc. everything about this made me feel a bit more relaxed and confident in myself that I maybe could go through with this. With my heart pounding and throat closing up, I messaged him back, letting him know I was going to come over and that I’d be there in a bit. I hopped in the shower and shaved everything as best I could with a shaking hand. I got dressed and got in my car…I was on my way.

The drive to his house was about 35 minuets, which was perfect because I needed time to still talk myself into this. I texted him when I was halfway there saying I was having second thoughts. He urged me to still come to hang out, he said he was on his way to the store to get some beers for us to relax with, I continued on.

When I got to his address I must have circled the block four times looking for ‘danger’ (hey, I was horny as hell and on a sexual adventure but I was about to have sex with a stranger from the internet, I still had some sense). I parked across the street and walked to his house. I held my breath and knocked…nothing. Was I at the wrong house? Did I get scammed? Should I leave? All of these thoughts and more were racing through my mind. Then I heard the footsteps, I held my breath again and the door opened. There he was, smiling in a fitted tank top and shorts.

“Hey! So glad you made it! Come on in.”

I walked in and frantically scanned for signs of ‘danger’ but found nothing. Only signs that his house was a home, there was recycling to go out, mail on the counter and dishes in the sink. I remember that this put me a bit more at ease. He handed me a beer and I gladly took it, I still hadn’t said anything. The beer tasted wonderful, cold, crisp and relaxing. My first sip must have been long because he chuckled. I put the bottle down.

“Yeah, I’m nervous.” I admitted.

He waved it off and sat down motioning for me to as well. Then he frankly asked,

“So what are you looking to do?”

I lied, “I don’t know.”

Even though inside I knew I wanted to be fucked, I wanted to feel the other, submissive side of sex, and to pleasure a man. He suggested that we just sit and have a few beers and chat, I gladly agreed.

After we each had 3-4 beers he said let’s take a tour of the house. His house was modern, clean and cool – I still remember it to this day. When we got to the master bedroom I was in awe, his king sized bed was against a wall of glass overlooking the lake. While looking around I absentmindedly picked up a bottle of massage oil.

“Great idea!” He said, “Let me give you a massage to help relax you.”

I was already more relaxed from the beers and I felt safe so I agreed. I took my shirt off and hesitated,

“Should I take my pants off?” I asked timidly.

“Only if you’re comfortable. Do you mind if I take my clothes off?” He replied.

I paused, “No…that’s fine.” I eventually said.

He Antalya escort bayan stripped his tank top off and slide his shorts down. And there he was, with a shaped chest and his muscles flexing under his creamy skin, his 4 in soft cock right below a neatly groomed patch of hair. I was starring but he didn’t mind. He was…he was…hott. I slid my shorts off but left my boxers on and laid face down on the bed. I tensed when I heard him climb on the bed behind me and open the bottle of oil. He straddled my thighs, his cock resting at the base of my ass.

The massage felt good, his strong masculine hands going every inch of my arms, shoulders and back. Ever creeping lower, after a couple of minutes his fingers were prying under the waistband of my boxers, signaling what he wanted. I arched my back and lifted my hips, signaling back that it was okay. He went to pull on my boxers but they got caught on my growing erection. I went to adjust myself when he stopped my arm. He reached around and in a non overly sexual way grabbed my cock and removed the boxers with his other hand. He gave me a light squeeze and tug before returning to the massage. I gasped at the sensation of a mans hand on my dick, and continued to let out soft moans as he massaged my ass and the backs of my legs. Each pass moving closer to my hole. It was at this point I could feel him, his full sized dick now sitting between my cheeks. I rotated my ass against his cock and he responded, he pushed against me, gliding his cock between my ass cheeks. I reached my hands around and spread them for him, with one hand he pushed his dick down, thrusting between my cheeks. He paused and leaned over me,

“Want to flip over now?”

All I could get out was a vague nod before his hands were on my hips and he was flipping me over. There I was, dick hard and completely exposed to this sexy older man as he was looking me up and down. Nothing had made me feel more sexy in my life.

He put his head down and I lost my breath. His mouth around my cock and toungue encircling me. I ran my fingers through is hair and moaned. I felt a slight pressure at my hole, I looked at him, I nodded, indicating that it was okay. He easily slid one finger inside me (I would frequently finger myself while masturbating, but never more than 2 fingers). He pulled out and pushed 2 inside me, it stung a little but still went in with relative ease. Panting harder now from him both sucking me off and fingering my hole, I was able to silently mouth the word ‘more’. He pulled his face away and sat up. He poured some more oil and spread it all over my ass. He lined up three fingers and pushed gently. I clenched and made a face, trying to stay relaxed. He grabbed My hand – my eyes lingered on this. We hadn’t kissed, nor did I think we were going to. But this handhold…this was intimate. He pushed a bit more and got then in, working his fingers around he was stretching me out, he started slowing stroking me, knowing that the more turned on I was the easier this would be. After a minute of stretching and when I was relaxed I said to him

“I want you to try.”

He got himself into position and I could feel Escort Manavgat his cock at my entrance. He slowly pushed into me and in an instant I could tell that he was much bigger and much different than a couple of fingers. After my tight hole made it past the head of his cock and clenched, I took a deep breath. I felt full, but knew there was a lot more to go. I started to worry, what if I couldn’t get him in? Then this would all be for nothing.

He grabbed my hand again and gently said, “You’re doing great.”

That relaxed me a bit and he pushed further. It was painful, but not enough to make me want to stop, he was going slow and I loved him for it. After a few minutes he was all the way in. We both breathed a sigh of relief and just rested there. The fear of not being able to take him faded and pain turned to pleasure. He started thrusting, slow and shallow at first but each one touching parts inside me I didn’t know I had. As his thrusts quickened and deepend my eyes rolled back and I was in ecstasy. This felt amazing, and I felt so sexy for turning him on and being an object for his sexual satisfaction. I reached my hand for my now semi hard cock and that was a mistake. Even only partially hard, the sensation of touch was about to make me cum, I quickly stopped.

With one last pump he forced himself all the way into me and leaned in,

“I want you to be on top, I think you’ll like it.”

He pulled out of me and laid down on his back. I faced him and straddled him, reaching my hand around I found his oiled cock and guided it to my hole. It went back in surprisingly easy and It felt like like it was suppose to be there. I rocked my hips back and forth, getting used to this position and how it felt. When I started raising and lowering myself on him is when I felt it, the sensation from the inside on my g-spot, and how it made my dick ooze. I was loving it, bouncing my body up and down on his cock, feeling every texture, every vein, every inch in my ass. My semi hard cock flopping between my stomach and his. It didn’t take long like this when he suddenly grabbed hold of my ass,

“I’m going to cum” he said in an almost whisper.

“Cum for me, cum in me.” I urged him.

He matched my movements and in only a few moments I felt it. The tenseness of his cock getting bigger and harder beyond normal, then the warmness inside me all over, and the pulsing as each load was shot into me. He grabbed my dick and started beating it feverishly. That, combined with the satisfaction of him cumming inside me sent me over the edge and in a few quick stokes I was cumming all over his chest.

We remained there for a minute, speechless, panting. His cock softening in my ass, and mine in his hand as he slowly tugged it. I felt awkward making eye contact, so he turned my head to him and fed himself and me a fingertip of my cum. I graciously took it, wanting to communicate to him that I would do anything for him. He lifted Me off of him and brought me under his arm. As I laid there in his embrace he asked,

“Did you enjoy that?”

“More so than I ever thought I could,” I said back to him. He smiled and held me.

I had just had my first sex with another man and I felt fulfilled, satisfied and changed. I knew instantly that this needed to happen again.

*****

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Caleb waited until his wife would leave. He stayed in the living room and pretended to watch something on TV. It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon, with no idiosyncrasies that interfered with human routines. The city of Sacramento was treated with a moderately cool weekend. A partially cloudy sky and a gentle breeze from the Pacific had spread across quiet communities. The suburban neighborhood represented a simple solitude appropriate for those who yearned for a peaceful November. Caleb found this to be the right time to delve into his secret hobby. Something that his wife knew nothing about.

Leah reminded him that she would be gone for the rest of the afternoon. Both husband and wife said goodbye to each other. Leah exited the house. Caleb just waited until her car would disappear. He took a peek out the living room window. Leah got into her car and drove off. Just as her car took a left turn on the street, she would keep her focus on her own plans.

Caleb closed the curtains for now. The twenty-seven-year-old man had to be well-prepared. He ran upstairs and opened the closet in the hallway. He had found what he searched for. He brought it out from the closet before entering the bedroom. It was still in one piece. This simple pink dress deserved to be worn by him. It included a sleeveless top and a skirt that ended right above his knees. Caleb had no interest in delays. He took off his shirt, pants, and underwear. He slid the pink dress on his body.

It was a perfect fit. He had worn it before, and he couldn’t tolerate a complete disregard for it. He stood in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. He had grown fond of the dress. In fact, it was well-suited for someone like him. Caleb wasn’t exactly the masculine type. He did have some feminine characteristics, a portion of his character that his wife seemed to adore. He was skinny. He had blond hair and blue eyes. A random civilian would mistake him for a younger man with womanly features. But that was no matter. He remained true to himself. He didn’t change for anybody. Leah loved him for who he was, and the two of them stayed married for the past several years.

Furthermore, Caleb had other things in mind. His feminine behavior led him to partake in some secret activities. He smiled as he gazed into the mirror. He loved the simple pink dress. He didn’t want to take it off. Especially when it was tailored for one of his visitors. Caleb giggled like a girl. He tensed his muscles. He almost trembled at the sight of himself. He almost felt obsessed with his current appearance. The dress made him more girly than usual. He slowly moved his body as if he performed a trancelike dance. He needed to practice before he would start the show. He moved his hips, making the skirt swing from left to right. He licked his lips. Right now, he imagined himself as a female waiting to be used by another man. Even his light moan enhanced his feminine behavior.

The doorbell from downstairs rang. Caleb couldn’t wait. He went downstairs while still wearing the pink dress. He stared through the peephole. The minimal perspective revealed a man standing on the other side of the door. Caleb opened the door and gave Lionel a smile.

“Hello, handsome.”

Lionel was a tall African-American man with broad shoulders and a bald head. At the age of thirty-eight, he stayed fit with his diet and exercise. Even with a shirt on, Caleb could sense the muscles that had been buried underneath the thin fabric. He happily let Lionel in.

The visitor examined him. Caleb didn’t have to rely on vocal cues at the moment. He slowly spun around to give Lionel a good view of what he appeared to be.

Lionel spoke with a deep baritone voice. “Oh, you’re looking good right now.”

Caleb giggled the same way as Escort bursa before. “Thank you.”

Lionel asked, “So where’s Leah?”

“She’s out there somewhere. She’ll be gone all day.”

Lionel stepped closer. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want her to ruin our special moments.”

He gave Caleb a hug. Caleb almost grew weak in the knees. He placed his hands on Lionel’s chest and rested his head against the latter’s shoulder. The embrace made him yearn for his femininity to overwhelm his philosophical ideas. He felt like a young woman being loved by another man.

He whispered, “Take me.”

Lionel kissed him on the forehead. “You want that big dick again, don’t you?”

Caleb felt so vulnerable in the older man’s arms. “Yes, I want to feel it.”

“Oh, you’ll feel it alright.”

* * *

They went upstairs for a little playtime. Caleb waited with eagerness as Lionel took off his own clothes. In just a few seconds, the black man was naked in front of him. Caleb was in awe of Lionel’s healthy interior. His sturdy chest blended well with muscular arms and legs, his dark chocolate skin keeping him in one of Caleb’s popular categories. The married white man would never deny the other man’s healthy lifestyle. In fact, he had already accepted it earlier on.

Lionel showed off his straightened erection. “I bet you missed it very much.”

Caleb let out a girly sigh. “I’ve been waiting all week for it.”

He got down on his knees. Lionel’s cock was only a few inches away from his face. Caleb could only trust his instincts. He grabbed hold of the cock and gave it a kiss. As soon as his lips touched the warm rugged skin, he shivered at the touch. One little lick of the cock made his determination an unbreakable force.

Lionel looked down at the man who was willing to be obedient. “That’s right. It’s one big dick.”

Caleb kissed it again. “I’m so glad it’s here again.”

He opened his mouth wide. Lionel pushed his hips. It only took a split second for his big black cock to slid deep inside Caleb’s mouth. Caleb had already gotten used to such a massive instrument. It reached the back of his mouth and slid down his throat. Lionel moved his hips back and forth. His cock slid in and out of Caleb’s open mouth.

Caleb never despised the feeling. He had been craving it. This happened before. Having Lionel’s big cock being crammed in his mouth felt strange at first. But then, Caleb grew aware of his position. His new role consisted of being the obedient companion that always followed the other man’s commands. Lionel grabbed hold of Caleb’s blond hair. With eyes wide open, Caleb breathed through his nostrils. Even with such a big cock in his mouth, he constantly moaned with a feminine tone. He almost choked on the cock, but managed to compose himself. He had trusted Lionel. The two of them shared a bond that Leah remained ignorant about.

Lionel chuckled. “I like you better this way.”

Caleb couldn’t say anything. He just kept on receiving the dick. Wearing the pink dress made him embrace his girlish side. He waited for the eruption to take effect from within. Lionel’s hips picked up speed. Caleb was already prepared for the imports. He had done this before. He had been willing to do it again.

The tip of Lionel’s dick had reached the bottom of Caleb’s throat. The younger man didn’t struggle. He didn’t push away his submissive nature. He let Lionel take control and give him a taste of his masculine energy.

Lionel almost growled. “Oh, it’s coming. I can feel it.”

Caleb brought his tightened fists up to his chest. He had no reason to reverse the roles. He wanted Lionel to treat him this way, to be given a naughty rundown of what he was destined to be.

Lionel finally stopped Antalya escort moving his hips. He squeezed Caleb’s hair and pulled his head closer to the squirting spree. Caleb could feel the thick seeds flooding his mouth. He managed to swallow every ounce of the semen without having it fall to the floor.

Lionel pulled his cock out of Caleb’s mouth. The man in the dress almost collapsed on the floor. He had to take a deep breath after being given enormous quantities. Lionel’s remaining semen dripped out of his cock. Caleb suck them right off of the cock, which remained fully erect. Consuming the warm and thick semen turned out to be something that Caleb really adored. He didn’t mind being the one who drank everything that stood in his direction.

As soon as he finished licking the residue off of the black cock, he giggled once again like a playful female.

Lionel brought him back up to his feet. “I wouldn’t want to let you go. You’re an expert at taking that dick.”

Caleb brushed away strands of his hair away from his face. “I love being the girl sometimes. It feels so sublime.”

Lionel kissed him on the lips without mentioning the sticky deposits that lingered on the surface. “Good news. It’s still not over yet.”

Then, he kissed Caleb on the neck. The warm touch made Caleb tremble with excitement. Lionel quickly turned him around and bent him over the bed. Caleb pressed his hands on the mattress and waited for Lionel to make his next move.

The older man grabbed hold of Caleb’s waist and lifted his skirt up to see the tight ass that awaited him. He slid his erection deep inside the latter’s ass. Caleb gasped. This familiar feeling brought a sudden jolt to his senses. It immediately reminded him of how Lionel did the exact same thing several days before this. His entire body had grown tense as the tall black man fucked him from behind.

Caleb shouted, “Oh, yes! Fuck me hard! I want that cock!”

He could hear his buttocks smacking against Lionel’s hips. The older man made no attempt in ceasing the operations. He thrust cock deep into Caleb’s hole as hard as he could. He repeatedly hit the weak spot that made Caleb moan loudly. He kept his feminine tone of voice without forgetting what his role would be for the rest of the afternoon.

Lionel growled. “Yeah, you like that dick, don’t you?”

Caleb squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, yeah! Oh, I love your dick so much!”

Lionel started to pull the other man’s blond hair as he continued to keep his forward movements at a quick and steady pace. Caleb made certain that his constant moans had been enhanced by his girly attitude. He spoke like a young woman being used by her lover.

Lionel pushed his cock deeper into Caleb’s tight ass. His testosterone had no expiration date. Caleb could feel a drop of sweat forming on his forehead. The smacking sound that erupted between the hips and the buttocks increased in volume. The bed began to produce a faint creaking noise. The room grew warmer because of the rising body heat. Caleb almost couldn’t handle being the receiver in the beginning. But now, he tolerated the pain that made his entire body feel weak. Lionel’s cock was a predator, a force of nature that infiltrated the hollow space like a ravenous beast. Caleb’s moans grew louder. His feminine side became more apparent.

Lionel yelled, “Yeah, I love that tight ass!”

Caleb cried out, “Oh, keep fucking me in the ass! Don’t stop!”

He didn’t care if the neighbors overheard him. This had become a special moment between him and his favorite companion.

Lionel tightened his grip on Caleb’s waist. He thrust his cock as deep as he could. His next ejaculation had been brought to life. Caleb screamed like a girl. He finally managed Manavgat escort bayan to relax just as the thick cum flooded his interior space. He bit his lip. He wished that Lionel could fill him up with his juices all day long. He wished his wife would stay away from the house for the next couple of weeks.

Lionel laughed as he smacked Caleb’s butt hard with his hand. “I ought to do this all the time.”

Caleb smiled. “That’s not a bad idea.”

Lionel pulled out of the blond man’s ass. The thick cum spilled out of the expanded hole and landed on the hardwood floor. The dress now had several small stains on it. The skirt especially had empirical evidence being left behind.

Caleb finally relaxed. “Oh, you should fill me up more often.”

Lionel grabbed him and kissed him. “It’s a good thing we don’t disagree with a lot of things.”

Caleb felt the cum sliding down his legs and sticking to his skirt. He happily received the incoming projectiles like a champion. He didn’t even want to take a shower. He just wanted to feel Lionel’s juices sticking onto his skin.

* * *

It didn’t even end there. Lionel lay flat on the bed as Caleb made his motions clear to the one who kept him subservient. The man in the dress sat right on top of Lionel’s hips. He moved his own hips up and down. He looked down at Lionel with a big smile on his face. He slowly bounced on Lionel’s cock. There would be no other option but to continue their passionate encounter. Caleb kept moving his hips up and down. He made sure that the cock hit the same weak spot as before. Lionel stayed still. He let Caleb express his true desires.

Caleb moaned. “I can’t get enough of your big dick.”

His hips accelerated. He made sure that the cock stayed inside his hole.

He bent down and gave Lionel a long kiss. He whispered, “Maybe I should be your wife from now on.”

Lionel replied, “That sounds like a damn good idea.”

He grabbed Caleb’s hips and thrust his own upwards. The stirring sensation that Caleb had obtained seemed to overflow. The cock kept sliding in and out of him. Both men engaged in further ecstasy. Caleb didn’t stop moving his hips. He wanted to feel that big black cock destroying him from the inside. The two men repeated their primordial activity. There would be no stopping them.

Caleb never stopped pretending to be a woman. He let out his loud moans with the usual feminine touch. He imagined himself as the girl that succumbed to a man’s seduction. He let Lionel own him. He didn’t object to his radical experience. He wanted more of it. He wanted to stay with Lionel and act as the female in the relationship. He had no shame in demonstrating his girly behavior.

Lionel released his seed for the third time. Caleb trembled. He could feel more of the active ingredients flooding his walls. He decided to call it a day. He laid down on Lionel and rested his head against the older man’s shoulder. He had grown exhausted. He could have done more with his antics, but he knew that this would be the climax.

“That was incredible.”

Lionel held him in his arms. “Next time, I hope I can see you wearing a white dress.”

“Oh, I promise I’ll buy one tomorrow.”

“Good.”

Lionel knew he had to leave soon. He got out of bed to put his clothes back on. Caleb still wore his pink dress even as he and Lionel went downstairs. The two of them embraced each other. Caleb kissed him and told him that nothing would stand in their way when they met again next week.

Lionel said his goodbye. “I’ll see you later.”

He exited the house. Caleb closed the door and leaned against the wall. He held himself as he let out a long sigh. His previous encounter with Lionel was an exhilarating experience. He already missed the man even as only several seconds had passed. He awaited their next meeting. In the meantime, Caleb had to clean himself. He had to clean everything before Leah would arrive tonight. He went upstairs and started by taking care of the semen that stuck to the floor.

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The chafing was the worst. Every step he took until his erection died down was a lesson in willpower. The friction of his waistband against the underside of his glans was as painful as it was arousing. Eventually, he had to pull his trousers lower to even walk. The tip of his cock poked out the top of his pants, creating an odd looking bulge in the bottom of his shirt, but at least the waist band of his pants wasn’t threatening to make him cum, or chafe him raw with every step. It was just enough of a reprieve that he was able to settle himself down, and eventually, soften enough that he could wear his pants almost normally again. He was still extremely horny, but he could live with that. It wasn’t much different to the past three weeks.

Thomas though, was still walking with an uncomfortable gait. Every few steps, he’d take a bigger side step to try and adjust his package. Every few hundred meters, when they were not in direct view of any the tour group, he’d pause to shift his pants to a more comfortable position. When he did, Luca could see that he was still hard. Very much so. His face was red and distressed. Luca wondered whether it was the arousal or the exertion that did it. Probably a combination of both. After another few hundred meters of this, Luca suggested a break.

“There’s some rocks down there near the waves. Want to sit down for a while?” he asked as Thomas adjusted himself once again.

“What’s the point?” he snapped. “We’re in full view of everyone there. There’s not a hope in hell they wouldn’t notice us getting our rocks off in front of a view like that. Hell, they’d probably even get pictures of it.”

Luca stood expressionless, a little take aback at his friend’s outburst. Of course, he’d wanted to push that girl off the rock face, so it was understandable, but still shocking.

“Actually I was thinking we might be able to sit down and think of dead puppies or something for a while. It might make it easier to walk.”

Luca watched as Thomas dragged a trembling hand through his hair.

“No offence man, but I don’t think even my wet, naked grandma would do the trick right now. I need to cum so freaking bad it hurts.” He stopped talking and dropped his hands as a group of tourists approached. Thomas and Luca nodded awkwardly as the passed on the trail. “Every step is fucking agony, Lucky,” he said quietly, as soon as the tourists were out of earshot.

Luca bit his lip in worry as Thomas squirmed on the spot, still unconsciously trying to thrust into something, anything to get enough friction. His face was lined with tension, and his dark eyes were watering, and sweat dripped down his neck in trails. He’d never seen him this agitated before.

“Would a quick dip in the water help cool things down?” Luca asked carefully, and Thomas looked up at him with actual tears in his eyes.

“I just want to cum,” he pleaded.

“I know,” Luca said. He could definitely sympathise. Though his semi had completely deflated at the sight of Thomas breaking down, the weight of his most recent denied orgasm still sat heavily like a stone in his belly, and it wouldn’t go away.

“So fucking bad,” Thomas winced as he readjusted himself yet again.

Luca moved to stand in front of his train wreck of a friend as another group of tourists came into view. He shielded him as casually as he could as the hikers passed with a friendly hello. One lady looked a bit concerned for Thomas, and asked if he was all right. Luca, thinking on his feet, just told her that he really needed a wee and was trying to make it back to the camp ground toilets. Thomas was jiggling slightly on the spot to try and keep himself from grabbing at his pants, which sold the story rather well. The lady wished them luck and left, sympathy written all over her face.

“I think I’ll take that dip now,” Thomas said after they’d left, palming his bulge through his jeans with frantic hands. “If I keep walking, I’m going to jizz my pants in front of a crowd of people with cameras. And no one needs holiday photos of my cum face.”

Luca smirked. “Really? Some people might pay good money for those.”

“Well some people can go to hell,” he replied. “Now, I should probably go soak my head before I get to the point where I don’t care who sees what.”

“You look like you’re almost there,” Luca commented, Thomas was now squeezing his cock rhythmically from the outside of his jeans, his hips twitching forwards with each movement, and he didn’t even seem to notice.

“That’s cause I bloody am,” he replied hoarsely, and resettled his pack. “Now come on. Let’s get in the water before I do something I regret,” he said, and made off down the sloping rocks to the waves. Luca followed behind him, watching him pick his way down to the ocean with a stiff and painful looking gait. They found a place where the rocks formed a sheltered pool, and the waves were not so intense there. They lapped gently at the rocks, sending the kelp swaying in the water with each pass.

Thomas had no sooner dropped his pack, than Bursa escort bayan he was wading into the water – shoes and all. He didn’t pause until the water was past his waist, his baggy jumper trailing up behind him until it became too waterlogged to float. He whimpered as the water soaked through his jeans, cooling the swollen flesh. He gave it a squeeze as the chill took the mad edge off his lust, but he was still hard, and still desperate for an orgasm. He briefly considered just pulling it out underwater and stroking until he exploded into a million pieces, but he could already hear the muffled conversations of the next batch of hikers as they passed on the trail. And there was no way in hell he’d be able to keep quiet. He’d been holding it back too long to be quiet now. Knowing his luck, they’d assume he was drowning and rush to the rescue, only to find him passed out with his hand on his cock and covered in enough spunk to fill a small swimming pool.

Luca was clearly holding up better than he was, as he was currently sitting down to take off his shoes. But Thomas still couldn’t rid his mind of the image of Luca almost biting through his lip as Thomas stroked him closer and closer to completion. And he definitely couldn’t forget the taste of his lips as Luca smashed them against his.

Luca, his friend.

He had no fucking idea what he was doing. He wasn’t even gay. At least, he was pretty sure he wasn’t. And he was pretty sure that Luca wasn’t either. But as he looked up at Luca sitting on the rocks – his curly brown hair half escaping his dumb pony tail in the ocean breeze, and his long sinewy limbs spread akimbo as he reached down to tug off his socks – Thomas could not deny that he was attracted to him. He wanted to kiss him again. He wanted to be there when Luca finally gave in and reached the dizzying heights of pleasure. He wanted to hear what sounds he’d make as he came, and he wanted Luca to be the one to finally send him over the edge. What ever that meant. Maybe he was just horny enough to consider anything, and Luca was a handy outlet. Fuck, maybe he was gay. He hadn’t been before, or at least he thought he hadn’t been, but he sure as hell wanted to make that man scream his name.

Thomas’ cock strained forward against his wet jeans, despite the chill of the water. Shit! He needed to stop thinking about Luca and his too-pale eyes and his delicate ears and his fucking pouty lips. Wet grandma, wet grandma, wet grandma, wet grandma soaping herself up, wet grandma soaping herself up and making sure she washed between the folds. Thomas shuddered, horrified with his imagination. His ardour had cooled a little bit, but he was still fully erect. Time for desperate measures then.

Thomas took a deep breath and plunged his whole body under the water. Weightless for a second, and at the mercy of the ocean currents, he let the cold water soak the heat from his head. Little by little, he felt his cock start to soften. Thank fuck!

When he was a little over half mast, he surfaced, spluttering. Luca was in up to his knees, cargo pants rolled up to his skinny thighs, like a dork, looking for all the world like he was getting ready to dive in a save him.

Luca straightened as he saw Thomas alive and well and looking bemused, and the next second his feet slipped out from under him. Thomas’ shocked face was the last thing he saw before he fell ass first into the ocean. Cold water swirled around him as he pin-wheeled his arms to right himself. By the time he found his feet again, Thomas was laughing like a dying swan. Part of him was pleased. The rest of him took one ungainly step forwards before making a lunging tackle for Thomas’ waist.

His tackle connected, and they both went down together. Thomas came up spluttering and laughing, grabbing Luca’s t-shirt and dunking him again. Such a low blow! Luca righted himself underwater. The game was on. He grabbed Thomas’ leg from under the water and pulled as hard as he could, but Thomas could not be dislodged. But as he surfaced this time, Thomas flung his arms around his chest from behind, his soggy sleeves making a slapping sound as he fell over backwards, taking Luca with him. They wrestled as they swam, and swam as they wrestled, and generally looked like the soggiest, most deranged pair of terrible ninjas the world has ever seen. Luca revelled in Thomas’ laughter as he pulled another feint and ended up slipping on seaweed. This was his friend. This was the person he’d invited on holidays. Whatever happened between them earlier, and whatever happened in the future, at least they still had this.

Luca watched as Thomas crouched in preparation to strike, his black hair slick against his face. Light played off the waves, reflecting onto his animated face as water streamed down the line of his throat. Luca swallowed thickly. He was suddenly struck by a realisation.

He wanted Thomas to catch him.

Thomas made another tackle, and suddenly hands were around his ribs and under his shirt. He slid back into the water, Escort Antalya but kept his balance, and Thomas’ body flowed through the water into his. Thomas must have read his mind, because after a moment of floating chest to chest, Thomas’ dark eyes glinted knowingly, and he closed the gap between their lips.

The contrast between Thomas’ cold lips and the heat from his tongue was startling, but amazing. As they kissed, and breathed, and kissed again, Luca fought to find the bottom of Thomas’ horrible jumper. He wanted to touch him, skin to skin. He wanted to know what Thomas felt like. Every part of him. He wanted to map his body with his hands.

“Thought we were supposed to be cooling down,” Thomas gasped between kisses. Luca finally found the bottom of Thomas’ jumper and slid his hands up along the wet skin, savouring the slick feeling underneath his fingers. Thomas arched into his touch with a moan, and let his head fall forward onto Luca’s shoulder, where he gripped the muscle there with gentle teeth. Luca felt himself hardening again. Who the fuck knew he had a thing for being bitten? Luca rocked into Thomas’ body, his hands working their way up until his thumbs passed over two hard little nubs or flesh. Thomas’ teeth tightened on his shoulder as Luca teased his nipples underwater with the pads of his thumbs.

“Fuck cooling down,” Luca panted, and felt Thomas cant his hips forward until their erections met through wet cloth. Thomas moaned deeply at the contact, leaving sucking kisses along the length of his neck before licking a trail over the shell of his ear. Luca felt a warm spurt of precum join the salty water of the ocean. He had no self control. He was fucking doomed.

The sound of tittering laughter and whooping reached his ears over the lapping of the waves, and Luca opened his eyes to see another tourist group walking along the path, close enough to get an eyeful of the show they were putting on.

“Fuck,” he swore and pushed Thomas away from him. He looked shocked for a second, until he turned around and saw the hikers. From where he was, Luca could see one or two ladies looking in their direction, then turning back to each other and giggling. The men in the group mostly look away, except for one, who saluted them jauntily from the back. He felt like sinking under the water.

Thomas almost had. He had lowered himself enough so that only his head was showing, and he was turning seven shades of pink, despite the temperature of the water. His erection rapidly faded at the shock of being sprung. Thank god for small mercies – or something like that. At least there was no one they knew.

“I think we should go back to camp now,” Thomas said quietly from just above the water. Luca nodded, defeated.

“I think you may be right,” he concurred. “If we’re lucky, maybe the girls are still gone.”

Thomas sighed, blowing bubbles in the water as a wave swamped his mouth. “They’ll be back,” he said despondently. “Our luck is fucking terrible today.”

Thomas was right. They were back. Luca saw the car return to the camp almost a full kilometre away, thanks to the rise of the hill. Thomas groaned in deep frustration. Their timing really was atrocious today.

At least the prospect of seeing the mums kept his lust tuned down to a dull roar. Watching Thomas walk in wet clothing that clung to his skin didn’t help his predicament, but at least he wasn’t smuggling a rabid anaconda between his legs. And while Thomas still paused to adjust himself every now and then, Luca thought it might have more to do with the chafing of wet jeans rather than a deeply unsatisfied hard on. Either way, there was no avoiding the confrontation to come.

The expected: “Oh, hello. We didn’t expect you back so early,” was interrupted by his mum exclaiming:

“What on earth happened to you two?”

Nim squealed in glee at their sodden appearance as Luca and Thomas dropped their packs. “Did you fall in?” she crowed.

Thomas grinned at her, and Luca could barely believe he was able to make such a carefree expression after what he’d been through. The bastard consummate actor.

“Nope!” he struck a pose. “I saw a shark in the water, and I wanted to bring it home for tea.”

Nim crossed her arms and pouted. “You did not!” His sister was definitely fanciful, but she drew the line at gullible.

“Did too! I would have caught it too, but Luca fell off the rocks and scared it away.”

Nim looked at Luca slyly. “So you fell in,” she couldn’t contain her laughter. Luca shrugged, going along with the act, until he realised it wasn’t an act. He really had fallen in.

“Seaweed on the rocks underwater is a lot slipperier than you’d expect,” he explained, and he saw his ma roll her eyes in the background. Nim was cackling and singing ‘Luca fell in, Luca can’t swim’ as she prodded him with her feet.

“You’re not hurt?” his mum asked with a laugh in her eyes – one that wouldn’t be there is she didn’t already know the answer to her question was ‘no’.

“We’re Manavgat escort both fine Mrs M,” Thomas piped up. He was ringing out the sleeves of his enormous sodden jumper. “Just a bit chafed, and a lot wet.”

“Well you’d better go and put your clothes in the wash. I’ve got some that can go in with them if you don’t mind doing a load,” his ma turned as she talked and fetched the washing basket and the detergent.

“I think I’ve got some coins for the machine in my purse,” his mum added, still chuckling under her breath. “And you’d better take some clean clothes to change into. And maybe take a shower while you’re over there. You look like you could do with some warming up.”

Nim leaned in consiprationally and whispered: “It’s not because you’re cold. It’s because you smell.”

Luca flung a sodden arm around her and squeezed her in a tight hug, rubbing his wet sleeves all over her face. She squealed and squirmed away. “And now you do too!” he laughed as she poked her tongue out at him.

Luca took the basket and detergent from his ma and Thomas put the coins in his pocket. They gathered a few dry clothes to change into and a couple of towels, and headed over to the amenities block.

The small laundry was empty at this time of day, and the sunlight filtered through the frosted windows, illuminating the dust motes on the air. Thomas threw the lid to the machine open and Luca dumped the basket of clothes in. Thomas stripped off his sodden jumper and shirt, exposing his lean body. Luca watched the play of muscles between his shoulder blades as separated the two wet garments. His nipples were tight and puckered with the cold water, and Luca was suddenly struck with the urge to take them between his teeth. He tried to shake off the thought, but it didn’t want to be evicted. The hickey on Thomas’ neck was now a small purple mark, something that could be passed off as an insect bite. Hopefully.

Thomas threw his wet tops in the washing machine and started on his pants. Dear god, help me, Luca thought. Thomas paused as he undid the top button, and turned to Luca, who had been too mesmerised to even remove his t-shirt. He licked his lips and motioned to the door.

“Hold that closed for me, Lucky?” he asked, suddenly a little breathless. Luca nodded and leaned heavily against the door. There was no inside lock, but they’d have to get changed before they could put the washing on, and he really didn’t want to make a trip to the showers first.

Thomas licked his lips again and looked up at Luca with hesitant eyes as he undid his fly. Luca’s cheeks were aflame, but he couldn’t look away, and from Thomas’ expression, he didn’t want him to. Thomas slowly peeled his wet jeans from his legs, almost tripping as he pulled his feet free. Luca watched as his friend’s firm legs were exposed, and as he stood up, jeans in hand, his half hard penis rose slightly against his thigh amid the black curls. Water and salt residue made his skin shine, and the heat of his body made the small room heady with the scent of arousal. Thomas looked up at him through bangs of salty black hair, his breath shaky, and his eyes unexpectedly vulnerable. Luca swallowed thickly, desire simmering in his gut, and flooding his groin with blood. He couldn’t believe it. Thomas was standing fully naked before him, looking him dead in the eye, and all he could do was lean against the door and watch.

After a second that stretched on into eternity, Thomas held out a hand and said “towel,” in a broken, husky voice. Luca nodded and handed the towel to his naked friend. The towel went straight around his waist, poking out slightly where his semi was trying to make itself known. Thomas looked up at him and moved to block the door.

“Your turn,” he said, his voice loud in the small room. His eyes were nervous, but expectant. Luca swallowed again, and tugged his shirt over his head, dropping it into the machine with the rest. He could feel his heart beating a tattoo in his chest as he reached to undo his khakis. Thomas fixed him with an intense gaze, and Luca could hear his harsh breathing echo off the tiles. The bulge in the front of Thomas’ towel grew larger as Luca undid his zipper. He’d been naked in front of Thomas before, but this time it was different. This time, he was looking. This time, he was wanting.

Luca drew up his courage and slid his pants down, stepping out of the wet material. What felt like his seven-millionth erection for the day sprang free and bobbed as he straightened. Thomas’ blush had crept all the way down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. He saw his eyes look him up and down, lingering in places that would have once made him feel awkward, but now made his muscles clench with the anticipation of pleasure. Luca dropped his trousers in the machine and walked slowly towards his friend. The hesitation he had felt this morning had disappeared completely. There was nothing that could stop him from leaning forward and claiming those parted lips. He pressed in close, bare chest to bare chest, as mouths fed hungrily from each other. The tip of Luca’s cock brushed roughly over Thomas’ tented towel, and it sent a frisson of pleasure down to his core. Thomas gasped for breath beneath him, arching his hips into him, even as his back pressed more firmly into the door.

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I heard the hum of a well-tuned engine out in front of the restaurant and turned to the window to see who was gliding in. The car, a beautiful, new silver Porsche 911 Carrera, didn’t make it as far as a marked-off parking space before it stopped, at somewhat of an awkward angle, taking up two spaces. I paused with the thought of whether he’d parked that way on purpose to preserve his precious bodywork or if the car had given out on him. A gorgeous hunk—maybe in his forties but still in very fine shape—got out, took leather driving gloves off his hands, popped the hood, placed the gloves precisely on top of the fender, and fiddled inside the engine compartment. So, maybe it was car trouble after all. I thought the gloves defined his smart dress quite well, and the fact that he took them off to dip into the engine signaled how well he took care of his things—but that he didn’t shy away from dirtying his hands. The fancy cowboy boots were a nice touch.

He was a man’s man.

That he was driving a $100,000-plus car didn’t seem strange to me, even though we were out here in the Nevada desert on a lonely strip of Highway 95 between Mina Nowhere to the south in the direction of Las Vegas and Luning Nowhere to the north in the direction of Reno. We got a lot of nice sports cars pulling into the Lighthouse Restaurant, Motel, Gym, and Club despite being in the middle of Nowhere. We were the only full-service gay men’s support facility in western Nevada between Las Vegas and Reno. It might look like we were Nowhere, but we pulled in men from Nellis Airbase to the south, Yosemite National Park to the west, and Hawthorne Army Ammunition Depot and the Walker River Indian Reservation—and even as far as Lake Tahoe—to the north. We had rooms. We had food and entertainment. We had rent-boys. We could make whoopy for a man’s man. Some guys made a weekend of it.

I watched as the hunk mussed around in his engine compartment for a few minutes, shrugged, and then lowered the hood, turned, and walked—no, more strutted—toward the restaurant entrance. He was a man’s man and he wanted everyone to know it.

I wasn’t alone in watching him saunter in. He was tall and muscular, handsome as the devil, and moved like he owned the world. If he owned that Porsche, he did, in fact, own a large chunk of the world. He was wearing a white dress shirt that fit his muscular torso like a glove and tailored dark-blue trousers. The gold threads in his obviously expensive silk tie reflected the light of the unrelenting sun overhead. Dustin, Chris, and Carlos had all gathered at the front windows to watch his progress. All were as good a grader of manflesh as I was, as the duties of all three—Dustin Stevens, Chris Drew, and Carlos Sanchez—were to serve men in every way, including, by day, as waiters in this restaurant. We didn’t really need three waiters in the restaurant, but we never knew when one of the guys would be culled off to ride a cock in one of the motel rooms.

The man approaching us was premium manflesh—just what any of us rent-boys were happy to go into one of the motel rooms with—and he seemed to be well aware of that. I was one of the four “servers” at the Lighthouse, but I was the senior one—both in experience and authority. I served as “host” in the restaurant, but also as manager of the motel and brothel end of the business and as the stage talent on Friday and Saturday nights in the club. I sold what I displayed. The club, in back of the restaurant, was in business Thursday night through Saturday night, but a guy and a motel room could be had any time of day or night of the week.

I wasn’t in charge of the whole operation. That would be Andy Marsan, who we all called Sarge. He ran the kitchen as well as all of the financial business. There was a revolving staff of two or three Hispanics or Native Americans to help him in the kitchen. And then there was Ian Hogan, another muscle-bound former sergeant, but not called Sarge like Andy was, who ran the gym attached to the north side of the Restaurant/Club building. The motel rooms, seven fronting Highway 95 and seven on the other side, facing a parking lot and a ten-stall parking building, where, for a price, patrons could park their cars behind vertical strips of rubber that hid the cars from view, ran off to the south from the restaurant/club building. Only three of the motel units were open to transient guests, units 1 through 3. Units 4 through 7, on the front, were for short-term service, with Dustin, Chris, and Carlos each having a room to use. The fourth room was used for blow jobs and quickies and sleep by the room attendant and young part-time rent-boy, Jacob Grimes. He was just out of high school up in Carson City and didn’t have the experience the other three had. He was just the small, pretty-faced kind of guy some customers liked to dominate, though, and it wouldn’t be long before he’d be riding the cocks like the best of rent-boys.

The three rent-boys/waiters had personal rooms on the motel’s backside. Two of the Lara Travesti other rooms there were used by the kitchen staff for sleeping, and the two other rooms were storage. The gym manager, Ian, had his own studio unit off the back of the gym, where he also was available for patrons wanting to be covered by a power top. All and all, we were a complete man’s delight complex.

As the senior talent, I had a fancy circular room in the tower immediately above the club’s circular bar, but that wasn’t where I slept. Sarge’s apartment was above the restaurant. I slept with him there.

The tower was a replica of a lighthouse. That was the complex’s distinctive element. Rising above the restaurant building and from the middle of it, the replica lighthouse tower, complete with a bulbous revolving light at the top—a red light—could be seen for miles away in the flat-earthed desert. It was purposely phallic. “We service dick here” was its message.

The front of the long line of motel rooms, restaurant, and gym were painted white with a series of rolling blue waves running from south to north. The effect of driving through Nowhere in the desert and coming upon a lighthouse with rolling waves depicted along the base was certainly arresting. Everyone knew about the lighthouse north of Mina on Highway 95. Not everyone knew it was a gay cruising club in addition to a restaurant and motel, though. We’d rent motel rooms to anyone, making sure on each changeover that the condoms were retrieved from floor or trash basket, and our restaurant was the best place for anyone to eat for fifty miles in any direction.

Enough guys across the whole region knew we were in business, and what business we were in, though, that this was a lucrative operation even though being in the middle of Nowhere.

The commanding hunk hit the door with a big grin. The three waiters scattered about the room, looking like they were keeping to their own business, but I knew they were keeping tabs on the guy as he talked to me at the host’s desk. We weren’t exactly busy. If we relied on the restaurant traffic for business, we’d be out of business, and we very definitely were in a profitable business.

He won me over as soon as he came through the door. He grinned, looked me over from feet to the top of my sunny blond head, and said, “Nice.” Before I could ask him if he could afford me, which he clearly could, given his car and his clothes, he added, “A lighthouse? In the desert?”

“Sometimes we put a tea cup with water and half a peanut shell floating in it out front for the lighthouse to monitor,” I replied. It wasn’t an off-the-cuff response. We got the “A lighthouse in the desert?” question a lot. “It’s good for business. People notice it. Also, you notice that this stretch of highway between Vegas and Reno has a lot of this ‘eye-opener’ stuff on it. More in the 50s than now. Most of it has fallen down.”

“Speaking of fallen down,” he said. “I’m having car trouble.”

“So, you didn’t stop here just to taste lighthouse cooking?” I said. I was actually disappointed. I had assumed he had stopped here to taste the off-menu goods, and, although Carlos was the one who was up at the moment on walk-in traffic, I was already scheming to take this one myself. I’d already checked out his crotch, and he had distinct possibilities. I liked them big. If I was going to sheath one, I wanted to feel it. I could pull rank and expect no more than a bit of quiet grumbling from the batter who was up. But if he only stopped because his car stopped . . .

“I might have,” he answered. “What are the chances there’s a garage anywhere near here and AAA towing services?”

“You’re in luck,” I said. “There’s a guy in Mina, just south of here who tows for AAA, and his father has a garage, Cassidy’s Garage. He’s a good, reasonable mechanic too. So, you’re really in luck. I’ll call him for you, if you like.”

“I like, thanks.” He’d looked directly at me and emphasized the “I like.” I liked that a lot myself.

I placed the call. “Butch will be over in just a bit,” I said. “Business isn’t all that brisk for towing in Mina.”

“Butch? I heard you call him Butch. From Cassidy’s garage. Butch Cassidy?”

“Yeah, his parent were fans,” I said. “Wait till you see the tow truck. He named it Sundance. And there he is now.”

“Thanks,” the man said. “I’m Travis, by the way, from near Reno. Travis Tyler.”

Your name should be something more Greek; you’re a gorgeous god, I thought, as he sauntered back out to talk to Butch at his car. The three waiters drifted close to the windows again to watch him. “I’m up next,” Carlos called over to me.

Damn, I thought, Carlos remembers. “Yes, you are. I remember,” I answered. “The very next guy who comes in after this one is yours.” This was met with some of that harmless quiet grumbling.

We all watched as the man—Travis Tyler—talked with Butch. He stood real close to Butch; I knew that Butch would really like that. Manavgat travesti We may be at the end of the earth out here in the middle of a desert, but the lighthouse business had attracted some like-minded permanent residents.

After they’d jabbered a bit, the hunk went around to the trunk of the Porsche, opened it, and took out a small suitcase. I could hear the sigh from the guys across the restaurant when he did that. I tried the name in my memory banks but came up with no association—certainly of a past patron. Butch got back into Sundance and started maneuvering it around at the tail of the Porsche. Luckily, there was plenty of room. It was early afternoon. This was Friday. The patrons wouldn’t start arriving until 7:00 or after, and then only those who wanted to eat dinner here before partying in the club in the back. And most club patrons parked in the back anyway. The closeted ones paid extra to park in the covered slots with screening on the entrances.

Tyler left Butch to get the Porsche on the flatbed and glided back into the restaurant.

“He has to take it to the garage to see what’s wrong,” Tyler said. “He said you’d have motel rooms available here. Do you have a vacancy until I can get the car back, Collin?”

I checked the reservations book, although I didn’t really need to. There were the three rooms at the end in the front. None were booked for tonight yet. The other four rooms could be made available for anyone who stayed later than our 2:00 a.m. closing and were too drunk to drive—and who didn’t mind the lingering smell of male sex in those rooms. And, as they invariably were the guys who had created the smell in the first place, we never got complaints.

“Sure, we have a room. Carlos,” I said, turning to the three waiters standing across the room with their tongues hanging out. “Could you take Mr. Tyler to unit 1, please?” I was reluctantly giving way to Carlos’s rights. He was a goldmine for us, and I wanted to keep him happy in that role.

Carlos was Johnny on the spot, picking up Tyler’s suitcase, grinning at the man, and wagging his tail like a puppy. Tyler put a hand lightly on the rent-boy’s back as they walked off and I could see Carlos trembling. You wouldn’t know he was a hardened and lucrative rent-boy, although he wasn’t the most experienced one here, I acknowledged. That would be me, followed by Dustin.

My eyes narrowed as they walked off, though. There was a new, mysterious wrinkle here. Tyler had addressed me as Collin. That was my name, Collin Greene, but I hadn’t given Tyler my name. So, he’d walked in here knowing my name. It’s wasn’t just anyone who was named Collin. I didn’t wear a nametag. There was no plaque here proclaiming who the restaurant host was.

I gave it twenty minutes and when Carlos hadn’t returned, I went into the office between the restaurant kitchen and the club area, turned on one of the monitors in the bank of TVs above the desk, and dialed in the camera pointed at the bed in unit 1. Sure enough, they were both naked on the bed. Tyler was doing Carlos in a missionary on the bed and Carlos looked like he was having a special time, clutching Tyler’s shoulder tips with fingers that flexed to the rhythm of Tyler’s thrusts and moving his hips with the stroking of the cock inside him. His face was turned toward the camera and displayed a dreamy, well-fucked look. The point of penetration could clearly be seen. Tyler had an extra thick one and he was moving it with power, penetrating all the way—a very long way—and bringing it back to the tip before burying it again. Carlos clearly was in heaven. For a rent-boy to be having a special time was really something. Carlos liked big cocks, and Tyler was taking him in long slides, in which his cock came almost entirely out of the little brown Hispanic’s hole before sliding deep inside again.

Tyler was a fucking god. He had a body that was as magnificent as I had fantasized when I first saw him. He had a piece to admire and he had a technique, holding Carlos expertly in his embrace, and fucking him hard and fast and deep, that marked him as a real pro at it. They’d been at it for a while. As I watched, Carlos fairly collapsed within the man’s embrace, letting his arms dangle and turning his head to the side again after they had French kissed and letting his tongue hang out and his eyes glaze. He’d let himself go totally open to the man, which rent-boys were counseled not to do. Tyler just continued pumping him until I saw him tense, pull out, rip the condom off, rise up Carlos’s torso, and arc his cum onto Carlos’s face.

I wished I had offered the “free-service for the right to broadcast the video to select patrons” deal with Tyler before turning him over to Carlos. We would have made a fortune off this.

I sat down at the computer on the desk, opened a tab on the patron in unit 1, marked billing for one night, and added in a full-service fuck. I’d run his card when I’d assigned the unit. Now I’d check his credit Side travesti to make sure he could manage what I was fairly sure would be a big tab here. I’d like to be able to discover more of who he was than his credit standing. There was some reason he was here. He knew my name.

Most of all, I wanted to have a turn with him. I wanted to have that silly, fully taken look on my face that I saw on Carlos’s face on the TV monitor. That didn’t happen to me much with a john anymore. There were so many fat toads we had to serve here that when a prince went through, we all sniffed the air and raised our tails.

* * * *

Although Andy Marsan—Sarge—put up all the money for the Lighthouse business, we worked on it together, he and I. Six years ago I arrived at Begram Airbase in Afghanistan, a raw recruit for the military police unit there, and Sarge was already there and had been for two tours, functioning as a sergeant. Ian Hogan also was there as a sergeant. Both of them took me under their wings, both of them trained me, and both of them bedded me, but only Andy saved my life. The Taliban launched an assault on the base one night when we were standing guard at the entrance shed. We fired back, but when they cut the shed to shreds with automatic weapons fire and we’d done all we could, Sarge pushed me down on the floor, covered my body, and took a couple of bullets before it was all over and the Taliban had been repulsed.

Since then, it was all about Sarge and me. He’d had enough. I’d had enough before I even got to Afghanistan. We came out of the service together and started up this business. I would have gone anywhere with him, if he wanted me. He said and demonstrated that he did. The restaurant building and motel wing were already here. We made it an attraction by building the lighthouse, making it unabashedly look like an erection, and putting the club on the back of it. When Ian came out of the service, we tacked on the gym for him.

Sarge recovered from the bullets to the back, but not fully. He moved around with sort of a shuffle and he wasn’t as athletic in bed as he was when we were in Afghanistan. But we managed, when we could both get into the mood and when I hadn’t already been used to capacity. Especially on Thursdays through Saturdays, there was a lot of work for Sarge to do and manage and a lot of work and fucking for me, so we usually just fell into bed sometime around 3:00 a.m. and did no more than cuddle on those nights. We tried to fuck a couple of times of week, and, in doing so, I’d learned all of the cowboy positions there were, I’m sure, Sarge taking his one comfortable position in sex—on his back and stretched out—and me riding his cock. He had a very nice cock. He’d gotten that bad back from saving me. I’d ride his cock in a cowboy whenever he wanted me to.

So, how that came into play was that it was Friday afternoon and we were ginning up for club night and I found Sarge in the office doing paperwork. I casually dialed through the motel room monitors—we had cameras showing various locations in the rooms, primarily the beds and the showers, and we’d put them in for security of our guys to make sure they weren’t being murdered by johns, but, yes, we sometimes indulged in watching the sex. We didn’t do anything more with the films and erased them within days—unless we’d made deals in advance with particularly good-looking or studly johns to broadcast them out to a select number paying patrons. We didn’t want to get into the sort of shit or suffer the possible consequences of having done so without permission. Of course, when we’d spied a great performer when we were flipping through the dials, sometimes we’d offer them contracts to perform on film. More than sometimes the stud was happy to do it.

I stopped trolling when I brought up coverage of the bed in unit 1 of the motel—the one I’d rented to Travis Tyler while his Porsche was being fixed. I hadn’t told Sarge yet of my concern that Tyler already had known my name when he’d first arrived.

They were on the bed, Tyler and Dustin. Dustin was the more inventive and experienced of the three regular rent-boys we ran. He was giving Tyler a special ride now, and Tyler’s experience was really showing through too. Tyler had fucked one of the rent-boys, the Hispanic Carlos, as soon as he arrived, and now, just a few hours later, he was fucking the New York former dancer, Dustin. He was moving through the staff quickly.

They were doing what we referred to as the crab. Tyler was lying on his back, and Dustin was suspended over him, facing up at the ceiling—and the camera, for that matter. Dustin knew to reflect in his facial expressions how good he was getting it, and on this day Dustin’s face said he was getting it really, really good.

Dustin’s feet and the palms of his hands were planted on the mattress on either side of Tyler’s body, Tyler was holding Dustin’s waist in his hands, and Dustin was rising and falling on Tyler’s cock in rhythm to Tyler thrusting up into him. This took considerable athletic prowess and flexibility on the part of both of them, and they both were handling it masterfully. The expression on Dustin’s face, clearly captured by the camera, revealed that Tyler was in deep and fucking him good and hard.

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It had been 2 uneventful months since I had met with Dominick and Jim, the travel agents visiting Anaheim for a travel convention. I had had two different guys in one night.

Today, opening my E-Mail I found a note from Eric, with the subject: Dominick Sent Me. I opened it and couldn’t believe my eyes. “Hello. My friend Dominick told me to contact you when I reached town. I am staying at the Best Western on PCH, visiting town for a convention this week. Dominick told me you have special oral talents and you’re into providing service only, then you’ll leave. I would like to hear from you so we can meet while I am in town.”

I couldn’t believe it. Dominick had given my E mail address out to another complete stranger.

What Eric didn’t know was he was less than a mile from me. I had recovered from the night two months ago and my batteries were recharged to the point of needing to taste a man again. Would I?

I wrote to Eric. “Thank you for your message. When are you available and what do you expect of me?”

Two days passed with no response so I thought the guy had blown me off, no pun intended. Then I opened my messages after getting home last night. Meet Me! Was the subject line. “I expect you to suck my cock like a dog, and enjoy it.”

I sent him an E mail and he was on line, so we chatted. He told me to take a shower and gave me his room number, 212. I was there in 25 minutes.

The key was under the door mat. This was no Hilton, mostly used by government types who are on a limited budget. It has a great bar with a lot of red necks, so I was a bit on edge as I slipped the key into the slot. The room was pitch black, but a voice from inside said, Enter! Another accent I couldn’t place, but I slowly walked in anyway, not really knowing why.

Another smoker. The room was filled with smoke as if he had been here all night, cooped up, waiting for me. I slowly walked along the wall feeling my way in until I felt his hands on my chest. He lifted his hands to my shoulders and Belek travesti forced me to the ground roughly.

“Open my pants.” I did. He had not showered recently, but the odor wasn’t too strong. A musky scent filled my senses. His cock fell out and I could feel it with my hands. It was semi hard.

“Suck dog!”

I raised my lips to his cock head and kissed it. He shook me and said, Suck! I took his cock head into my mouth and did just that. His cock started to harden, a feeling I love. I took all of him, all the way to the back of my throat the first few times as I went up and down on his cock until it hardened, and then I realized I could only get about half of it in my mouth without gagging.

He grabbed the back of my head and said, “ALL.” I tried, but it was too big. Probably 8 to 9 inches, and thick with a huge head.

I did my best, sucking nearly to his pubic hair finally, my throat aching from the beating it was taking.

Then he lifted my head off his cock and positioned himself on his bed, lying down. “Stay on your knees, and suck balls.” I did and found them to be huge and very hairy, as was his chest and legs which I discovered as my hands roamed his body.

His balls had a stronger scent, and tasted bitter, but I didn’t let him know that. I kept sucking as if I loved every single second of it. I was being used but actually I did love every minute of it.

He raised his knees up high enough for his ass to come up off the edge of the bed. “Lick.”

I hate licking a man’s ass, but I know how much it turns me on when a woman does it to me, so I dove in and kissed his ass, then started slowly licking his ass hole, sticking my tongue deeper and deeper each time. He had a strange flavor but I ignored it, breathing through my mouth so I wouldn’t have to deal with scents. I don’t know how long he kept me there, but my jaw was aching when he finally lowered his legs and his cock hit my face. “Suck!” I did…

A sudden flash of light lit up the room, Kemer travesti and, although it was on only a fraction of a second, I noticed the man I was sucking was about 45 years old, dark skinned, probably from a desert region, and very hairy. I also noticed the flash of light came from next to me. Another flash, and it seemed like I was blind.

“Suck!” I went back to work on his cock, trying to figure out what was happening. Another and another flash. Someone was taking pictures of me sucking this man’s cock.

“American Pig! Keep sucking. Please me!”

I did as I was told, sucking as if my life depended on it. It probably did. More flashes, then the person with the camera moved to a computer screen that lit up the room. I could see more of my surroundings, but I was focused at sucking the cock in my mouth… it seemed like I had been sucking it forever.

Then the body suddenly stiffened, his cocked seemed to grow even larger in my mouth and I knew what was coming and knew I didn’t want any part of it, so I slowly pulled my head off his cock only to have it grabbed by the back of my head and pulled all the way down his hard cock. I thought I was going to choke or gag but his cock suddenly erupted and shot a load straight into my stomach. As he started to pull out he unleashed two more blasts into my mouth, and I couldn’t believe how hot and thick his cum was. Then he pulled out and finished by cumming all over my face, drenching me in more cum than I thought could possibly come from a cock.

From behind me another couple of flashes. I was covered in cum, and had the spicy taste of it in my mouth and stomach. More humiliation as the photographer came around and shot some photos of my face with his friend’s cum. Then he went back to his computer.

I started to get up and was told, “Not yet my friend, you’ve only just begun.” Then I saw my photos on the screen, on an internet site that I didn’t recognize. The photographer stood up and opened his slacks up, and out Travesti came his even larger cock, already rock hard and ready for action.

“Come here American slut and worship this cock. It is your God tonight. Be kind to it and it shall reward you well.”

He walked up to my face and I opened my lips automatically, accepting his cock as if it was a normal thing for me.

“See, Dom was right, this slut loves to suck Iraqi cock. He is ours to use as we wish. He will serve us well.”

I was being used by the enemy. I was sucking cock, being forced, but for some reason I loved being degraded, forced to do it.

“Suck my balls pig, and be careful, they are very full. They have not been emptied for nearly a month.”

I moved down his cock. I figured if I was being used I wasn’t going to let them think they had me where I didn’t want to be, so I took great pleasure in sucking his cock, and took each of his balls carefully, one at a time into my mouth. Feeling some of his hairs sticking in the back of my throat, I sucked and sucked and sucked, then returned to his cock. Unlike his friend, he didn’t last long, and I was rewarded with another mouthful of hot, spicy cum. I drank every drop, not letting any spill out. It was the thickest load of cum I have ever had in my mouth, and the taste was disgusting, but I looked up at him as his friend took pictures of me and said, “You have the most delicious cum I have ever tasted.”

I was told to go. I got up to grab a towel to wipe my face off and felt a hand across the back of my head.

“Go slut. Do not dirty our towels.”

I walked out of the room, down the stairs, across the lobby. I knew every eye in the place was on me, looking at my sticky cum covered face, but I didn’t care.

When I got home I left the cum on my face and checked my E mail. There was a message from Dominick… He said… Good job slut. My friends report you served them well. I will be sending more your way. Do not fear, they will not be a violent as the two you served this evening. That was simply a test.

Attached to the E Mail was five photos showing me in action, sucking his friends cock and my face covered in thick white cum.

I went to bed, still tasting the cum on my face and lips. What was next?

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It was a few days before Len saw Albert again. He’d gone to the club as usual on a couple of evenings and when Albert didn’t show he started to get a sinking feeling that a line had been crossed that had damaged their friendship.

He had watched the films he’d been lent and they’d had the same affect on him as at Alberts, but it was always the memory of what the two of them had done and Alberts’ subsequent actions that had taken him into his climax. He found it excited him in a way he had never thought possible, and to an extent that matched the resurgence of his intimacy with Rose and Tom several years before. He wanted more but was beginning to think that sadly it was unlikely.

So he was in a pensive frame of mind one early afternoon when he answered his phone

‘Whatcha Cock!’ It was Albert and his cheery greeting immediately lifted Lens’ mood.

‘Hello Bert, where’ve you been? I was getting worried about you. You’ve not been in the club or anything and I wondered if everything was alright.’

‘Oh yeah,’ said Bert, ‘just went up my sisters for a few days. Thought I’d told you.’

‘No,’ said Len, ‘but it’s good to hear you. I was beginning to think that you were having regrets.’ He went on anxiously ‘Are you at all?’

‘About our last meeting? Good Heavens no,’ came the reply, ‘it was very enjoyable as I recall.’

Lens sigh of relief must have been audible at the other end.

‘You watched those films yet?’

‘Yes.’

‘Good? Enjoy ’em?’

‘Yes, very much.’

‘I’ve got more if you’d like ’em. Did you say you’d got some I could watch?’

‘Yes,’ said Len, ‘anytime you want.’

‘Well,’ said Albert, ‘I’ve just got back and wouldn’t mind getting my hands on a couple of new ones.’ There was a pause then ‘Look, say no if you don’t want to but what about coming over with a couple and you could get a couple more from me?’ He went on quickly. ‘Or if you like I could bring ’em over to yours……but only if you want to. I wouldn’t want to, you know, push it or anything.”

He sounded a little anxious but Len could already feel his excitement rising. He could tell from Alberts’ voice that he was probably keen to get together again so taking a deep breath he replied, ‘Come over here if you like, I’ve got some beers in the fridge.’

As soon as he said it he realised that what was likely to happen might well be a step further than last time and his voice started to tremble a little.

‘Perhaps you’d like to look at a couple before you take them.’ he continued

Alberts voice was softer as he replied. ‘That’d be nice, I’d like that. Just let me have a shower and that and I’ll be over.’

As he replaced the receiver his hands were shaking a little and his heart was pounding. What had happened before was very exciting but it had happened naturally and hadn’t been planned like this meeting. All of a sudden he started feeling nervous and wondered if he had made the right decision. The more he thought the more he worried so he decided to take a leaf out of Alberts book and have a shower. It would take his mind off it a bit and besides, he didn’t want to risk giving offence through body odour or worse.

The shower gave him something to do and, although he washed himself thoroughly all over, he didn’t dare caress himself intimately as he sometimes did or it could all have been over before Albert even got there. Afterwards he deliberated as to whether he should get properly dressed or just stay in his dressing gown but decided the latter was a bit obvious. He laid his out on the bed with a spare one he had just in case they might come in handy however, and closed the door.

He went into his small living room and started getting his films out. He didn’t have as many as Albert by a long chalk, but he selected three or four that he’d regularly enjoyed and set them to one side. He kept looking for things to do to lessen his nervousness and was checking on the beers when the front door intercom buzzed.

He let Albert in and told him where the apartment Üçyol travesti was then opened his own front door slightly. A few minutes later he was standing in the living room and all Lens’ nervousness evaporated. He handed Len a carrier bag which revealed four cans of beer and three dvds when he looked, and expressed surprised at the size of the apartment.

‘Thought these places were a lot smaller than this,’ he said, ‘mind if I have a look round?’

‘I’ll give you a tour, said Len, ‘but it won’t take long!’

They both laughed and Len showed him the few rooms that comprised his home now. When he opened his bedroom door he suddenly blushed deep red when they saw the dressing gowns.

‘You wear them both together do you?’ laughed Albert.

‘Well…no…er,’ stammered Len who was suddenly at a loss for words, ‘they’re …em..well..’

Albert looked enquiringly at him.

‘Well…I thought…er..if we were going to watch..em..a film or anything…we could get..er…comfortable first.’ As soon as he said it he thought it was the wrong thing. ‘Talk about going at it with a sledge hammer’ he thought.

‘Good idea.’ breathed Albert and Len knew then that Albert had been having exactly the same thoughts as himself.

‘Fancy a beer?’ asked Len as they went back to the living room.

He got a couple from the fridge and came back to find Albert looking through the films he had laid out. He held one up.

‘This looks Ok, is it any good?’ It was an amateur one with pictures of very mature couples in various sexual positions on the cover.

Len took it and put it into the player then settled back on the three seat settee at the other end to Albert. It was all he could comfortably fit into the room from the full suite he’d had at his old house without overcrowding it. They both stared at the screen and watched the action unfold and it wasn’t long before Len began to get hard. He openly adjusted his stiffening penis through his trousers and looked over as Albert did the same then just started rubbing himself like he had before.

The sound of Alberts zip drew his attention and he looked over to watch his friend ease his semi-hard penis out of the opening. He picked up the remote and paused the film.

‘Look, if we’re going to do this why don’t we relax and make ourselves properly comfortable and change into the dressing gowns….?’

Albert nodded and tucked his penis away before getting up and making for the bedroom. Len wondered whether to let him go first but then got up and followed him. He was erect and very excited as they both undressed neither bothering to turn away from the others gaze. When they were naked, as if by unspoken agreement, they just stood there a few feet apart looking openly at each others genitals. Albert reached down and started rubbing himself and Len watched as his penis thickened and became fully erect. Never in his wildest thoughts had he ever dreamt he would be so turned on looking at another aroused man but the clear juice that suddenly appeared at the end of his penis confirmed that he was.

He picked up the gown and put it on then, leaving the front open, headed back to the other room. A few seconds later Albert appeared dressed similarly with his penis sticking rigidly through the gap. They sat back on the settee but this time closer and Len restarted the film. They both opened the gowns wide and started rubbing themselves their attention torn between the film and each other.

They sat in silence until Len cautiously asked Albert if he had much experience with other men. Albert looked at him and didn’t answer for a minute then slowly nodded his head.

‘I’ve known I was bi for quite a few years,’ he said, ‘although I was careful not to let her know. Why d’you ask?’

Len hadn’t been prepared for that. He cleared his throat.

‘Well….it was just that I saw what happened after I went for a pee last time and…..well I just wondered.’

‘Aahhh…’said Albert slowly and for the first time that Alanya Travesti Len could remember, looked quite embarrassed and stopped his masturbation

‘Look, I didn’t mean anything,’ Len said softly, ‘it just took me a little by surprise I suppose. I never thought…..’ he tailed off wishing he’d not said anything.

‘No it’s OK,’ said Albert, ‘I don’t mind but I didn’t know if you’d be put off if you knew.’

‘I’ve thought about it a lot and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t be like this, look.’ Len took his hand away from his penis and let it stand solid and proud from his thatch of hair. His purple glans was shiny with precum and seemed to swell even more when he flexed it a couple of times. It jerked softly and he saw the look of appreciation on Alberts face and it thrilled him to show himself off like that.

After a little more prompting Albert told him how he had come to get interested in other men and had enjoyed many things over the years. His first experience had been in a public toilet when he walked in on two men masturbating each other and it had developed from there. He’d had a couple of male friends over the years who he’d seen fairly regularly but they had both moved away so his pleasures were few and far between now.

He was rubbing himself again as he talked and went on to say that he had acquired a taste for cum after someone he was sucking had orgasmed in his mouth and he’d found the taste quite pleasant. Since then he’d looked for opportunities to enjoy it again but they were getting fewer and fewer. He hadn’t wanted to frighten Len off so didn’t say anything last time but what he’d had left on the settee, and the fact that he’d left the room, was an opportunity not to miss.

The sounds from the television drew their attention and they both watched as a man pulled out of his wife and grunted as he dribbled his spunk onto her thinning grey pubic hair.

‘I love seeing another man cum,’ said Albert softly, ‘I know exactly what he feels like as he does.’

The scene changed to another grey-haired couple naked on a bed. The man was on his knees with his arse stuck up in the air and she had her face pressed against his buttocks with her hand round his cock. Her hand movements matched those of her tongue which was obviously on his hole and it was only a few seconds before his stomach muscles tensed and his spunk poured out onto the bedspread accompanied by him groaning into the bedding.

‘Oh fuck!’ breathed Albert, ‘that’s fantastic.’

He turned to Len. ‘Have you ever had that done to you?’

Len shook his head.

‘It’s unbelievable. Do you ever finger yourself when you’re having a wank?’

‘Sometimes.’ admitted Len

‘It’s a hundred times better than that.’

Len suddenly found himself in danger of coming so he took his hand away and steeled himself against his impending climax. Although he managed it a large blob of white sperm appeared at his hole which he realised Albert was looking at intently. He could see the lust on his face so taking a deep breath he said quietly, ‘Would you like that?’

Albert looked at him with wide eyes then suddenly leant over and took the head of Lens’ penis in his mouth. Len hadn’t expected this. He thought Albert would take it with his finger and was prepared for the touch of his hand not his tongue. The sensations from the warmth of his mouth and the movement of his tongue were almost more than Len could take and he quickly pulled Alberts head away from his lap. Albert looked at him surprised.

‘Sorry,’ he said softly, ‘did I go too far?’

‘It’s not that,’ Len replied slightly breathlessly, ‘I just didn’t want to cum just yet.’

He sat there watching Albert savouring his taste then looked down in surprise when he felt his friends’ hand gently take hold of his erection. Again, the sensation was completely unexpected but not unwanted so he looked and enjoyed the feeling as he was slowly masturbated. When he rubbed himself there was no sensation that his body didn’t anticipate Konyaaltı travesti and to a large degree, control. With somebody else doing it to him the movements were unpredictable and unusually exciting and he responded by pushing his crotch forward slightly.

‘This OK?’ asked Albert quietly.

Len nodded then reached over to take hold of Alberts penis. It was the first time he had ever had another man in his hand and he was surprised at how it felt. It was very firm, almost solid, and hot and twitched in response to the unexpected touch, and the skin slid easily up and down the whole shaft not just over the glans. His was the same only he had never recognised it until he saw and felt another one.

Albert was moving his crotch a little in time to Lens movements, making little fucking movements into his closed fingers, the film now virtually forgotten. They both revelled in the sensations the other was providing and Len could now feel Alberts precum coating his fingers. He rubbed his thumb across the tip of the glans and felt Albert jerk in response before he too was subject to the same attention. At that moment he glanced at the television and murmured ‘Watch this bit, it’s good.’

They both looked and saw a naked elderly woman riding her partner, who was laying on his back, and obviously getting close to her cum. She was grinding her body backwards and forwards with him deep inside her when he suddenly started his orgasmic convulsions. She froze for a second then fell on his body twitching and jerking hard as she gasped and grunted softly into his ear, the two of them climaxing into and onto each other. It was one of Lens’ favourite scenes.

Already on a prolonged pleasure plateau, Len felt his orgasm approaching rapidly.

‘I’m gong to cum,’ he said hoarsely, ‘do you want it?’

Albert quickly looked at him then lowered his head to Lens’ lap again. Although Rose had had him in her mouth many times it was never to completion and she had never used her tongue in the way Albert was now. The sensation as he caressed the underside of his glans along with the gentle suction he was applying took Len over the edge to one of the most intense climaxes he had experienced in years. Time and time again he felt his sperm flow into his friends mouth, convulsing strongly with the intensity of the feeling in his penis until the pleasure started giving way to pain. He was aware of Albert swallowing as he emptied himself into his face.

He pulled him off his erection and sat there dryly twitching as the spasms gradually died down. At some time during his climax Albert had got off the settee and was now kneeling between Lens legs, his penis rigid and swollen. He sat back on his heels and started to rub himself in earnest when suddenly Len lent forward and took hold of it.

‘Let me.’ he whispered as he rubbed the foreskin back and forth. It didn’t take many strokes before Albert suddenly knelt up and pushed himself forward. Len could feel his penis start pulsing before the sperm appeared which, when it did, went onto his wrist and into his hand. He was surprised at how hot it felt and kept rubbing but slower and softer now as the flow decreased and his friends jerking got quite strong. Finally he fell back on his heels while Len reached for some tissues. He wiped his hand and fell back in the settee completely washed out.

Albert was now spent and surprised Len by leaning forward and resting his head on the seat between Lens legs. He wearily reached up and gently kissed the end of Lens rapidly softening penis before looking up at Len and thanking him.

Len switched the film off and they stayed resting like that like that for a few moments until Albert pulled himself back up onto the settee and reached for his beer. They sat in silence for a few minutes watching but not concentrating on the television until Albert turned to Len.

‘You OK?’

Len nodded. He was OK. He hadn’t given a thought beforehand as to how he would feel afterwards but he felt in some way contented. The lack of intimate human contact over the last few years was becoming depressing, and even if it was not what he would have chosen or thought of, his activities with his friend relieved that.

‘Yes,’ he smiled, ‘I’m fine.’

Completely relaxed they turned back to the television.

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Tamsyn opened her eyes, feeling the early morning sunlight flash across her eyelids. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her at the memory of what her and Riley had done the night before, and she was convinced that it was nothing more than a dream between them.

She sleepily turned onto her side, feeling a warm yet soft body nestled up against her, and a flash of panic seized her at her gut. Who did she end up with anyway?

To her relief, Riley lay asleep next to her, his arms wrapped around her waist and keeping her up against him. He seemed very relaxed, his chest slowly rising and falling from every breath he took.

She smiled fondly, tousling his dark bangs, which made him flicker his eyelids and stir before settling again.

In no way did she regret what they did — it felt incredible, and the longer she thought about it, the more she wanted to stay with him. She’d hoped that their lovemaking had eliminated any uncertainty between them.

A wave of nausea hit her stomach, but she chose to ignore it as Riley stirred more and hazily opened his eyes, revealing two bright blue pools.

“Hey.” He drowsily mumbled, relaxing more as he realised he’d been sleeping with her all night. He’d spent so many nights at work, and he’d resorted to almost camping out in the workshop under his desk.

“Hey,” she loved staring into his eyes, “late morning start for you, is it?”

“You could say that.” He watched her get up out of bed and rub her eyes when she sat up. If only they would’ve stayed in bed for longer. At least that way he would’ve been able to have more time to work out those difficult Bornova travesti feelings.

“Well, I have to get ready for work now.”

“You want me to drive you there?” He offered. Even if their relationship was under some form of strain, he was able to tell when Tamsyn didn’t feel like using the bus to get into work. And anyway, it would’ve strengthened their connection that he felt was so close to waning.

She shook her head. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be ok.”

After they parted, Riley stayed in bed, not really knowing what he should be doing. He hated work, and in his honest opinion, he couldn’t care less if his job came to an end. Every single employee was going at some stage, so why unnecessarily drag the whole process out?

He checked his mobile, noticing a few messages had come through. His boss would be less than thrilled at knowing where he was. But hopefully, Ryan had covered for him in that respect.

“HI MATE. TOLD THE BOSS U WILL B IN LATER. HOPE EVERYTHING IS OK. RYAN.”

Really and truly, a job was a job, and he still had to go back to it. Business as usual, was what they all called it.

****

Riley knew he had to go back to work. Ryan came across him sprawled out in his chair by his station. “Something tells me you’ve come down with something.” He was hoping if anything, he’d caught the love bug.

“Why do you say that?”

He smirked. “Because you don’t seem to wanna work.”

“That’s because I don’t wanna be here.”

“Come on, mate…what is it you’re not telling me?”

“I can’t tell you. Not here, anyway.”

“Then Buca travesti we’ll go out somewhere after where you can tell me…” Ryan placed a hand on his shoulder. “How does that sound?”

“Can I not tell you in private?”

He swallowed hard. He considered Riley a friend, maybe more…but he knew he shouldn’t take advantage of the young male by confessing to him how he felt towards him. His feelings were all over the place and he seemed ridden with guilt. “Break isn’t for another twenty minutes. We’ll go somewhere private where you can tell me, ok?”

He nodded dimly.

“Good.”

****

When the time came for them to have their break, Ryan led Riley into the male toilets, where he knew they would both be alone. “Now take your time.”

“I-I don’t think I love her anymore.”

“I don’t know what to say…” Ryan placed his hands on Riley’s shoulders, trying to be comforting but inwardly his body was screaming to let him know how he felt towards him. “Ri, I am so sorry things hadn’t worked out between you.”

“It isn’t as though neither of us tried.” He admitted. “But I’m trying and trying so hard, and it’s all coming to nothing.”

“Why do you think that is?”

The brunette swallowed hard, in an attempt to quell the sobs he knew were coming. “‘C-cause I’m in love with someone else…someone I know I shouldn’t.”

“Ri, ssh…” His friend wrapped his arms around him. “It’s ok. You don’t need to say it, it’s ok now.”

He wanted to say it anyway. “I do like you, but…”

“And I really, really like you.” He placed an index finger under Konak travesti his jaw, forcing him to gaze into his emerald eyes.

“Ryan,” he started, “no.” He wanted to deny he ever felt anything towards him, as he knew it was wrong for their sort, but inside he knew that all of his Christmases had come at once.

The blond male pressed his lips to his, and a warm buzz went to both of them. He took hold of his small hips, pulling them up against his own.

To him, the feeling seemed natural. He withdrew his lips from his, before pressing them down onto them again and then gently suckled on his lower lip.

Riley was aware of what was going on, but he didn’t dislike it.

“I’ve felt something for you for a very, very long time, Ri…” Ryan cupped his face with a hand, skimming a thumb over the slight smudge of oil at his cheek. “And I know full well that you like me.” The boldness in his voice reflected that of what they were both doing. It was all just…so naughty. It was against their way of life and against everything they stood for, and to defy that felt surprisingly strange — maybe even surprisingly, pleasurably strange.

He whimpered dimly, as their lips connected again. He mentally told himself to think back to Tamsyn, and think back to the previous night where they drove each other crazy.

“She’s not worth worrying about.” He interrupted his thoughts perceptively. He spoke tenderly, his hand sliding along his back with his other one making its way down his thigh. Even in the slightly loose-fitting trousers with the elastic just about clinging to his waist, he looked sexy. “You and I together makes perfect sense.”

Riley gasped softly as Ryan drew his touch back up his leg and lifted it so that it wrapped around his waist. He felt lucky no one else had come in and seen them in such a compromising position.

“And you know it does.”

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This is the final chapter of this story. Thank you for coming along for the ride, and leaving me your kind comments. I hope to be better next time around!

There is a moment of unprotected sex, but I know you all know to use a condom to be safe.

Changing POV will be noted with******* Enjoy!

I stood, silently at my parent’s grave unsure of how to grieve the loss of parents I once loved. They had become so distant and hateful, because they could not accept their gay son. Now the pain and regret and loss twisted up inside of me and settled into a knot in the pit of my stomach. A silent rain had begun, lending a sinister air to the cemetery. I barely felt the hands clapping my shoulder or heard the words of sympathy, as friends, and mourners filed away from their gravesite.

It was not fair that this was happening. I sucked in the crisp cold air and watched it wisp in a cloud as I breathed out. The ache, the emptiness I felt was still there. It loomed, threatening and undeniable. I lifted my head upward and let the rain slice across my face, the cold drops mixed in with my tears until I tasted their saltiness on my lips. When I looked down again, I caught a movement between the trees amongst the headstones.

William. I blinked rapidly to clear my vision. He was walking towards me now. The rain parted like a curtain bringing him into focus. My head filled with the pounding of my heart drumming out all sound. William. I reached my hands out to him. I felt myself stagger in his direction, mouthing his name. William, William, William. He caught me before I fell to the ground.

I don’t know how long we sat like that, in the graveyard, in the steely rain.

“I’m here Kyle.” He soothed. “Let it go, you can let go, I’m here.”

I let William hold me until the storm of tears and grief had passed. He would understand without judgment why I was crying. I mourned the loss of my parents, but only because that loss meant that I was free of their shadow. It was relief and freedom that I felt. I was honestly quite happy that I could live my life without trying to prove my worth yet falling short in their eyes. Did I love them? Yes, they were after all my parents. But I would always mourn the people I thought they could be. We were both soaked by the time I felt in control. I looked at William, questions swarming in my head. I needed answers, but now wasn’t the time.

“C’mon Kyle.” He said pulling me up. I let myself be led away from the cemetery. The ride to my parent’s house was spent in silence. When we pulled into the drive there were still people at the house. I was not up to accepting condolences. I looked wildly at William. He put his hand reassuringly on my arm and squeezed. We read each other perfectly.

“I’ll take care of it. You go straight to your room, put some dry clothes on, and get in bed.”

I nodded. I wanted to fight him. I didn’t want him taking care of me, telling me what to do. I didn’t want it to be him that I needed. Later, I decided. I will deal with him later.

Sleep was long in coming even though I was exhausted. The house sounded quiet, so I made my way downstairs. William was at the kitchen counter surrounded by mountains of donated food. I watched him work. He had obviously kept his training up despite not being able to play. His body was sinewy and muscular. The grey t-shirt he had changed into clung to him like a second skin. He was gorgeous and still sexy as hell. I felt the beginnings of betrayal in my groin as my wayward thoughts stirred it to life. Yeah, there would be none of that. I cleared my throat loudly and walked over to where he stood.

“Why do people always bring food to a funeral?” I asked making a show of peering into the packages.

William shrugged. “It’s a comfort thing.”

I felt him watching me as I sat. “I made you something to eat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

Will fixed me with a stare that said it wasn’t a request. I knew that look. I tried hard to forget that look. Now I was welcoming its familiarity. Damn him. I took the bowl he pushed toward me and slowly began eating its contents. I was actually hungry but I would not admit that now. I ate, and he cleaned, in the awkward silence that followed. I wanted to say something, anything but I was overwhelmed by my larger desire to wrap my arms around him and lose myself. I was so screwed.

“Kyle!” I looked up sharply at the sound of my name to find William looking at me questioningly. “Do you want any more?”

I looked down at the bowl and mindlessly pushed it away. “No, no I’m good.” I pushed away from the counter and stood. “I – I think I’ll go back to bed.”

“Okay. I’ll finish up here before I leave.”

“Hey, um William” I saw him stiffen when I called him by his full name and refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I coughed and started again. “If I don’t get to say it, thank you. You know for back there and this.” I swept my hand lamely around the kitchen. I turned .to walk away but couldn’t quite make it.

“Why are you here William?” Forcing him now to abandon his chore and face me. Esat travesti

“The easy answer? Your parent’s funeral. I knew you would be feeling conflicted and guilty about losing them, and what that would do to you.”

I waved away his explanation. “Not that. Why are you here, in my parent’s house, handling guests, putting food away?” Taking care of me, I finished silently.

He inhaled deeply and pinned me with those baby blues of his. “I am here for you. I love you. I want to,, no, I need to know that you are okay.”

I felt myself leaning in towards him and stopped just in time. “Why? So you can walk away when it’s over. Am I just supposed to let you take over my life, and take care of me until you decide it’s enough? This can’t be the thing that makes you feel less guilty William.” I walked away but not before I saw the hurt cloud his eyes.

In my room, I crawled into my sheets and let the hurt I was keeping at bay consume me. I hated that some part of me wanted to reach out to Will. I hated that I wanted to feel him around me while I fell to pieces. I absolutely hated that all of me wanted to reach out to Will because I missed him so desperately.

I barely heard the knock before Will pushed the door open. I feigned sleep hoping he would go away. I felt him pull the covers up over my shoulders. My eyes closed tightly against the feel of his fingers as he swept them gently across my cheek. I felt him pull away.

“Stay.” It was a whisper.

“Kyle, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m across the street at Dad’s if you need me.”

“Stay Will, please.” I pleaded. “I don’t want you to go.” Only knowing that I needed William, I moved over to make room for him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

William kept his t-shirt and stripped down to his boxers, then climbed into bed beside Kyle. They lay, facing each other, not daring to touch. Kyle’s breath suddenly hitched on a sob and William reached out and brushed Kyle’s tears with his thumb. That touch was all they needed. The space between them closed in seconds.

William saw the hurt in Kyle’s eyes, and knew he was responsible for putting it there. He felt the anger in the arms that wrapped around him. William also felt in that moment the need and desperation that coursed through Kyle, and became desperate to take it all away. Before he changed his mind he let his emotions take over. William rolled over on top of Kyle, entwining both their hands and pinning them above Kyle’s head.

He lowered his head and kissed Kyle slowly, savoring the feel of his soft trembling lips. Teeth clinked, tongues battled for dominance. They missed each other. That much William was sure of. William pressed his hips into Kyle’s and began to exert pressure, grounding their hips together. He dragged his mouth from Kyle’s and worked his way down his body, reacquainting himself with Kyle’s body. This is for Kyle, he kept thinking. His hands spread over his shoulders and down Kyle’s well built arms. His fingers traced the outline of Kyle’s stomach and then he followed that with his lips. William buried his nose in Kyle’s fine pubic hairs, inhaling his manly scent.

There was a moment of hesitancy before William took Kyle in his mouth, but that was quickly abandoned when Kyle moaned his name. William rubbed his thumb across the slit of Kyle’s dripping manhood, his own cock threatening to explode with need. He replaced his hand with his mouth sheathing Kyle’s cock in moist heat. His tongue gently stroked the underside of Kyle’s shaft, suckling at his balls paying equal attention to each. He nestled his tongue in the dark crevice of his anus slurping at the sweetness of his tight pucker before engulfing Kyle’s dick into his mouth once more. Kyle moaned and quivered as he pushed his hips deeper into William’s mouth. He whimpered as Will pulled off him and let go of his aching cock head with a pop. Will stretched his hand up to tease Kyle’s nipples, tugging at the hair around it before rolling the nubs between his fingers. This dragged out a long groan from Kyle. William smiled to himself. Kyle always did love that. William continued to work his mouth around Kyle’s cock, humming his pleasure around its hardness. Kyle gripped Will’s head holding him to his crotch as Will bobbed. William squeezed Kyle’s ass before he slipped a finger between his cheeks working Kyle into a frenzy.

“Ohh God. Yes Will.” Kyle cried out.

Will felt Kyle’s body convulse and moments later warm, salty juices shot to the back of his throat. He swallowed and lapped it all until Kyle finally slowed to a trickle. Will slowly made his way back up to Kyle kissing his tear stained cheeks tenderly then kissing his mouth soundly before wrapping him in his arms. Kyle just let him, since there was no need to say anything.

William started to feel like a huge prick, wondering if he had just taken advantage of the man that he loved, with all that was going on. He wanted to tell Kyle how much he missed him and loved him and how much of an ass he had been for leaving but instead, he held Kyle tighter to him hoping Kızılay travesti that he had just not screwed up completely. William lay awake hours later listening to Kyle breathe, wondering what came next.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

I didn’t have to open my eyes to know that William was not in bed with me. I felt bereft of his presence. It was particularly unsettling how easily I let myself fall back in with William in spite of how ambivalent I was feeling. I missed him, and having him around even for a day made me realize that I was no where near over him and I didn’t want to be. I loved William and there was nothing I could do about it.

He was not kidding when he said he knew what my parents’ death would do to me. To have William here was an unanswered prayer, but one I could not depend on. William was not available, last night was an impossibly heart wrenching mistake. I had to balls up.

I smelled the coffee before I hit the bottom of the stairs and my traitorous heart swelled a little as I walked into the kitchen. Bastard! He knew I loved the pumpkin muffins from the diner. I sighed, grabbed one with my coffee and went in search of William. I found him standing on the deck facing out to the back yard.

“I thought you left.” I said by way of greeting.

“I did. I went for a run, took a shower,” he turned around, and smiled disarmingly “I see you found the muffins.”

I raised the muffin up in a mock salute. “Couldn’t resist.” We stood taking each other in.

“Are we going to talk about last night?” Will asked, folding his arms as if to ward of the chilly morning air.

I stilled, coffee halfway to my lips. “Nope.” I replied shortly, managing to coat my voice in ice and distance. I saw the shadow pass over Will’s face. He was trying, and he was here. I placed the cup down on a side table out of my trembling hands.

I sighed. “I don’t know how to deal with this.” The curtain dropped a little.

“You can let me be there for you.” He saw the uncertainty in my expression. “I want to help you Kyle, let me help you.” William pleaded.

I was suddenly agitated and angry at William for offering what he wasn’t free to give and what he had not been willing to take from me.

“What would Neil have to say about that?” I spat at him.

“Neil? What does Neil have to do with this? With us?” He sounded incredulous.

“He had a say in everything else.” I accused. “He got you to leave didn’t he? Leave everything you knew. Everyone. Me! And there is no us. You made sure of that when you walked away.” I suddenly felt cold and walked away heading inside.

Following two steps behind was William. He spun me around and held me against the wall. “Is that what you think Kyle? That I left because Neil wanted me to? I might have been the biggest ass about it, but I left because I needed space, distance away from you, and my family. I had a brain injury and you all acted like I was a cripple. It was hard enough for me to come to terms with. You were so controlling and assumptive of what you thought I needed, of what I wanted and what I should be doing. I hated the way you looked at me with pity, like somehow I had failed you. It filled me up Kyle, I couldn’t breathe.”

“Fuck you William! You don’t think I got all that. That I would have understood even more if you had talked to me. You were bitter and depressed and angry. I expected that. Would have gladly put up with it. I put up with all the other bullshit. What I didn’t expect was for you to turn me away and offer your ass up to someone else.” Will’s face drained of color but I was past caring.

“You needed space, hell I could have given you that. Except that was not what you needed Will! What you needed. What you wanted. What you got was Neil, and your brain injury was a neat convenience to that end. So what are you hoping for here? That I’d be so hung up on you when you showed up loving and caring that I would beg you to take me back. Beg you, so you would not have to own up to the shitty way you left.” I knew looking at him it wasn’t true, but I was angry. The minute the words left my mouth I regretted them.

He loosened his grip on me. “I’m sorry, I should go before we really say any more.”

“Go then, walk away from me again,” We stared each other down, until William turned to walk away and suddenly found himself spun around and his face pressed up against mine. I was still pretty incensed and breathing heavily.

“I don’t want to walk away Kyle. I don’t want to fight. I want to stay. I want to be with you. I want..” His thoughts trailed off as he stared into my eyes.

I traced the thin line of the scar on his head with trembling fingers. I assaulted his lips in a bruising hungry fashion. God, even now as angry as I was, I wanted him. My hands slipped inside his pants and groped at his dick surprised to find it semi erect. Pulling away slightly I whispered into his mouth.

“Tell me you want me Will. Say it.”

“I want you Kyle.” Will breathed. “Only you.”

I turned Will around roughly and bent him over the counter. Alsancak travesti Pulling his pants and boxers over his ass to his knees, I spat in my hand and used it as lube on my cock. Using the tip of my leaking head I coated his entrance and was inside him in one swift move. Ignoring the sound of pain I know he felt, I pounded into him, and jerked his dick, just as furiously. It was meant to be punishing, but we were both soon moaning in agonizing pleasure, feeding an appetite too long ignored. As angry as I was, I enjoyed the feel of my bare cock in Will’s ass. I had missed feeling his muscles clench tightly around me. Those feelings had me pounding harder and faster into him. Pleasure suffused me, coursing down my legs making it nearly impossible to stand. Will had his bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes closed, and was making such sweet grunting sounds. I didn’t last long and we came almost simultaneously with a satisfying groan. Panting I fell over onto Will’s back.

Slowly I pulled my softening cock out of Will. I was choked up and feeling remorse. We had never been this rough with each other, but it was hot, and loud and sweaty. I loved Will so much but I didn’t want to hurt him this way. I stepped back and pulled my pants up.

“Do you feel better?” Will asked into the quiet. “I’m sorry I left you, I’m sorry I hurt you. I will do anything for you to forgive me Kyle, anything. I can take it.”

My response was to leave the room slamming the door behind me.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Five minutes later when the door opened Will looked up expectantly, surprised to see his father walk through the opening.

“Dad, what are you doing here?”

“I was going to ask you boys out to lunch with me, but I saw Kyle speed out of here. What happened?”

William could always count on his father to guide him and give him good advice, even though he didn’t always listen. He filled his father in on the Kyle situation, leaving out the non essential details.

“What do I do Dad? I love him.”

“Son, when you left, Kyle tried really hard to act like everything was okay. I don’t know if you realize how much your decision hurt him. It hurt me, but I’m your father. You can’t walk back in like you never left. You can’t expect him to just fall in. You have to know what you want and you can’t take the love between you two for granted. That would be a mistake that could cost you everything. Talk to him he’s hurting too.”

“I know what I want that never changed. I want Kyle always. I just don’t know if Kyle is ready to forgive me.”

“Well, you won’t know that until you talk. Tell him the truth.”

William’s dad prepared to leave then turned to look at his son.

“William, I love you, and you know I love Kyle. You two will get nowhere if you don’t communicate. You both can’t always keep running away when things go south. If you love each other and you want to be together you have to fight for it good or bad.”

“Yes sir.”

With a nod, his dad was gone leaving William alone to wait for Kyle to return.

* * * * * * * * * * *

When I returned home, I was disappointed that Will was not there. I was hoping against hope, he had stayed and we would work it out and I could say how sorry I was. Dejectedly, I made my way to my room. When I pushed open the door, my heart galloped out of my chest. Will was asleep in my bed. I watched him, overcome with tenderness. He was always so beautiful asleep. I crawled to the floor and placed my chin on the bed near his face.

“Will, hey.” I whispered, and leant in kissing him on the nose.

He shifted, and sleepy eyes opened to stare at me. A hint of a smile hovered on his lips.

“Hey. You were gone a long time.”

I drummed my fingers across his forehead.

“I’m sorry Will, I didn’t mean any of that. I was just so angry.”

He swung his feet off the bed and joined me to sit on the floor. A slight wince reminded me of the assault on his ass earlier.

“There was nothing ever between Neil and me. I just let you believe that and that was wrong and I’m sorry. When Neil got picked up by the Yankees, he suggested I move with him to gain clarity and sort things out. Only after he noticed how frustrated I was getting. And I was letting everything get in the way of me getting better. It seemed a good idea at the time. I was angry, and Neil didn’t talk about how I was feeling, or if I took my meds. He wasn’t looking at me every second as if he were afraid I would suddenly fall over. I love you Kyle, I couldn’t handle the idea of never being able to play again and I took it out on you.” He took my hand and kissed the back of my knuckles before softly continuing.

“I didn’t want to burden you or have you take care of me. I didn’t want to see you look at me with pity. I lost sight of what the future was for us. The future I had planned was just disappearing before me. I was angry and bitter and I know now you were trying to help. I just wasn’t ready to accept it. I didn’t want to depend on you and my pride wouldn’t let me. In the end it was easier to convince myself that leaving for New York with Neil was better for us because he didn’t expect anything from me. I’m sorry I couldn’t let you help me and I know now I couldn’t do it without you. I’m so sorry and I know we promised never to walk away and I broke that promise.”

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As the final work hour ended, Ronald overlooked almost everything that happened today and anticipated a more enthusiastic attitude for the rest of the evening. He couldn’t wait to spend the night with his best friend. The twenty-seven-year-old man left his workplace, situated near Staples Center, and waited for Justin at the parking lot. He stayed in his car with the air conditioning turned on. Summer could spoil the fun if people in the city of Los Angeles weren’t too careful. Even at night, it would be impossible to escape the discomfort brought about by an unwanted offshore flow. The high temperatures, coupled with the night sky and an excessive amount of humidity, would be a good reason for Ronald and Justin to hang out near the coast, perhaps in Santa Monica or Redondo Beach. A safe haven with air conditioning would be the central focus.

Ronald used his smartphone to send a text message to his best friend, who was of the same age as him. Justin replied, saying that he had a change of plans at the last minute. Ronald spotted him entering the same small parking lot. Justin always appeared to be a handsome man. With his short blond hair, clean clothes, and a complete lack of facial hair, his wife had become a lucky woman.

Ronald got out of his car and asked, “What do you mean a change of plans?”

Justin slid his fingers across his hair. It seemed to represent a certain sort of slyness instead of the usual anxiety that everyone would be aware of.

He replied, “I’ve made some new friends a few days ago.”

Ronald chuckled. “And you didn’t even tell me about it? Tell me, who are they?”

“I met them in a warehouse in the city’s industrial district. They’re good people, and I like them a lot.”

“You don’t seem like the type of person who would just wander into a warehouse. How did you meet these guys?”

“It’s a long story. But I will tell you that I’ve met the right people. I’d like you to meet them when they’re here.”

“I’m eager to introduce myself to new people. What are their names?”

“Clive and Aaron.”

“They’re friendly people, am I right?”

Justin’s little smile looked almost suspicious. “If you rub them the right way, then they can be quite friendly.”

He pointed his finger at something behind Ronald. “And they’re here.”

Ronald turned around to see two African-American men getting out of a gray-colored sedan that was parked several yards away. One had long dreadlocks that almost reached his waist, while the other had no hair at all. Both men looked to be ten years older than both Ronald and Justin. Their casual apparel consisted of blue jeans and white t-shirts. The two African-American men smiled and nodded at Justin.

The one with the dreadlocks asked, “Who is this guy right here?”

Justin replied, “He’s my best friend. Ronald, say hello to Clive and Aaron.”

Ronald waved his hand. He was almost impressed with both men’s rugged exteriors. Their brawny appearance would make any women swoon.

“So what do you do for a living?”

The one with the bald head replied, “We work at a warehouse.”

“That’s what Justin said to me just a minute ago. How did you guys meet?”

The one with the dreadlocks smiled. “Let’s just say that it’s a little confidential.”

Ronald noticed the black man’s sly-looking stare. “Your name’s Aaron, is it?”

“It’s Clive.”

“Right, uh…is there something wrong? You’re looking at me like I’m some sort of love slave.”

Clive chuckled. “It’s nothing. From what I can see, you’ve got the right stuff.”

“Thanks a lot.”

Ronald wasn’t exactly as muscular as the two African-American men, but both he and Justin had slim and firm bodies that they had grown proud of.

Aaron asked Justin, “So are you ready to go?”

Justin nodded. “I always am.”

Ronald was caught off-guard by the sudden change of plans. “Wait, aren’t you going to come with me? We were supposed to visit the beach.”

Justin waved it off. “I changed my mind. I want to spend the night with my new friends.”

“You wouldn’t just abandon your best friend like that, would you?”

“I know I wouldn’t. So why don’t you join us? We’re going to the same warehouse where they work.”

Clive raised an eyebrow as he eyed Ronald from top to bottom. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Ronald ignored the brief examination and asked, “What are you going to do in this warehouse?”

Justin and Aaron stared and smiled at each other. The silent interaction seemed crafty to the point that a hidden truth was possible.

Justin replied, “We’re just going to have some fun. Come join us. It’ll be a night that you’ll never forget.”

Ronald shook his head. “I’m not too sure about that.”

“Trust me. It’ll be worth it. Would your own best friend lie to you about certain festivities?”

“No, I guess not.”

Justin licked his upper lip for a second. “Tell your wife that this could take a while.”

Justin, who originally shared a ride with Ronald, decided to join Aaron and Clive in their car. All Ronald had to do Çankaya travesti was follow the vehicle as they would be on their way to the city’s industrial district. He looked to the north to see the city’s towering skyline still glittering with artificial lights. Sighing, he called his wife and reminded her that he might be home sometime around midnight. As soon as he finished the call, he entered his car and followed Clive and Aaron’s car out of the parking lot and onto the street.

* * *

As they moved deeper into the industrial district, Ronald kept his radio on to listen to classic rock music performed by Aerosmith. He kept it at mid-volume as he followed the gray-colored sedan, watching it moving deeper into a place he rarely recognized. He could see empty streets, endless rows of concrete buildings, and chain link fences used as security against potential burglars. As the most visible entity in the sky, the full moon didn’t seem so incongruous in such an urban environment. Instead, its natural beauty fueled the mystery surrounding these old and empty buildings.

Both cars stopped at a small intersection. Despite the lack of traffic lights, Clive and Aaron’s car didn’t move after several seconds of pause. One brief look at the back seat of their car, and Ronald’s attention shifted from the uncertainty of their proposed amusement to Justin’s apparent act that unfolded in Clive and Aaron’s backseat.

Ronald held his breath. He may have imagined it, but he witnessed his best friend joining Clive in the backseat and giving him a kiss. Ronald’s eyes widened when the absolute truth had been exposed thanks to the street lights on the sidewalk. Justin wrapped his arms around Clive’s neck and continued expressing a personality that Ronald had never seen before. The gray sedan moved once again, and Ronald continued to follow from behind.

At first, Ronald wanted to deny the entire thing. But he couldn’t reject what he had just witnessed a few seconds ago. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. He no longer cared about the music on the radio. He needed information regarding the whereabouts of Justin’s common sense. His wife would never dare to accept his actions, and neither would Ronald. He took deeper breaths as the four of them came to a stop in front of a two-story building. They parked right in front of the warehouse that featured clear white walls and brown-stained windows. One window had its glass shattered, looking as if someone had thrown a brick at it.

Ronald tried to say something about what he had just witnessed, but as soon as his best friend and the two African-American men got out of their vehicle, he couldn’t find anything to say at the moment.

Aaron stated, “Let’s go inside. We’ll show you what it’s like to have fun.”

They stepped inside the warehouse. Clive turned on all of the fluorescent lights, revealing the true nature of the building’s exterior. Ronald could see two rows of tall metal shelves placed on the floor, along with a mezzanine holding two more rows but with a smaller supply.

Ronald could only say one thing. “It looks really nice.”

Clive smiled. “I’m glad you like it. It’s the perfect place to have some fun.”

Ronald slid his fingers across his short black hair. “I don’t see a DJ anywhere.”

“You don’t need one. Am I right, Justin?”

Justin chuckled. “I already know it, hot stuff.”

That last word alone made Ronald a little uncomfortable with the new surroundings. “Why did you say that?”

Justin replied, “It’s what I always call him.”

Ronald could no longer comprehend their current situation. “Where’s the bathroom?”

Aaron pointed at the far corner of the warehouse. “You won’t miss it.”

“Thanks.”

But Ronald didn’t want to do anything in the bathroom. When he reached his primary destination, he closed the door behind him and turned on the faucet. He washed his face to erase his anxiety and regain his composure. The cold water helped cool his skin and pacify his mental dilemma. He used the paper towels to dry his face entirely. The solution had failed. He still couldn’t erase Justin’s kiss from his memory. If he needed answers, he would have to confront his best friend and demand that he explain himself. This would be the only way to make things right.

Ronald exited the bathroom. But just as he readied himself to deal with the three other men in the building, he stopped dead at his tracks. He now had the opportunity to see it unfold again. This time, it would go much deeper than a simple kiss.

Ronald hid behind the metal shelves as he watched his blond friend being groped by two black men. Justin had just taken his shirt off. Clive and Aaron surrounded him from the front and the back. From behind, Aaron leaned over and kissed Justin’s bare shoulder, while Clive was the one who kissed him right on the lips.

Aaron whispered, “You can’t escape from us. This is our time to shine.”

Justin moaned. “I can’t wait.”

Ronald remained silent as Clive undid Justin’s belt and pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down. Dikmen travesti He hurled them away before Aaron slid his fingers further down the white man’s nude body. He reached down between Justin’s legs and closed his fingers around his fresh bright cock. Justin didn’t retaliate, and instead gave Aaron a kiss without hesitation. It was slow and sensuous, nothing that signified any regret from Justin’s motive.

With what he had seen, Ronald would have no choice but to leave and go back home to enjoy his wife’s company. He should have done it right away, if only Clive didn’t spot him his hiding behind the shelves. The African-American man presented a smile that appeared almost conniving in a way.

“Come on, show yourself. You’ve got nothing to fear.”

Ronald walked away from the shelves. He could only look at his best friend with mild resentment.

“How the hell could you do such a thing?”

Justin, still surrounded by his two taller companions, didn’t stop smiling. “I’m not complaining.”

“Think about what you’re doing. You’re destroying your wife. You’re destroying yourself!”

Aaron narrowed his eyes. “You don’t like what you see, do you?”

“Of course, I don’t. This shouldn’t happen.”

Aaron stepped away from his submissive friend. “So what are you going to do? Are you going to tell his wife the truth?”

“I might have to do that.”

“You don’t have to do it. You’ve never seen how good this will feel.”

Ronald couldn’t stop staring at Clive kissing Justin’s neck and shoulders. Justin, now unclothed from top to bottom, stayed in Clive’s arms and let him dominate several spots on his body. Again, the younger white man didn’t retaliate from this sudden turn of events.

Ronald shook his head. “I can’t believe you’d do this.”

Justin’s voice had grown more seductive than usual. “Aaron is right. You don’t know how this feels. You should join us.”

Being convinced that this would harm his reputation would be the best way to keep his common sense intact. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”

Aaron stepped closer towards him. “All you need is a little persuasion. Let me help.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to make you do the things that Justin wants to do.”

“Keep me the fuck out of this, man.”

“Your opinions are worthless.”

All of a sudden, Aaron lunged at him and grabbed him by the arms. Ronald tried to escape from his grasp, but brute strength became something that he would never resist.

“I can call the cops! My phone is ready to use!”

Aaron laughed. “Don’t be stupid. I’m not the type of guy who would beat the living shit out of you.”

“Then, just let me go.”

“Only if you promise us that you won’t leave as soon as possible.”

Ronald grew annoyed. “All right, fine. I’ll stay here, but I won’t like what I’ll see.”

“I don’t trust you already.”

Aaron pulled him closer to the other two men who had already made their moves.

With his arms still detained, Ronald searched for the true voice of reason in the midst of this strange happening.

“Justin, do you see what’s going on? Why are you doing this?”

Justin didn’t respond. He let Clive do his own thing. The tall black man pulled down his blue jeans and revealed his lethal weapon to those who had been destined to see it.

“Get down on your knees and give it a lick.”

Justin should have been the type of person who would refuse to be treated like this. On this warm and quiet evening, he looked to have been an entirely different person altogether. He dropped down to his knees and grabbed Clive’s thick black cock. The blond man stuck out his tongue and slid it all the way around the bulbous tip. And he looked as if he enjoyed it. He smiled as he continued to lick the black cock without hesitation.

Ronald refused to take this seriously. “Are you for real, Justin?”

Aaron whispered in Ronald’s ear. “Let him concentrate. He works best when people don’t talk him down.”

Justin transitioned from licking the cock to kissing it and rubbing it against his cheek. “I still can’t decide which dick I like more.”

Clive chuckled. “I’m sure mine is the best.”

Aaron shook his head. “The award definitely goes to me.”

“Prove it.”

Aaron let go of Ronald’s arms and drew closer to Justin. The baldheaded black man unzipped his jeans and showed Justin his own savage beast ready to participate. Justin grabbed both cocks and opened his mouth wide. He inserted both tips deep into his oral cavity. Ronald could do nothing but stand still and witness his best friend becoming someone other than the man he once knew.

Aaron muttered, “You still enjoy this part, don’t you?”

Justin didn’t say anything as he let Clive and Aaron take control of his original intentions. As their tips touched inside his mouth, he stroked both cocks with his swift fingers. Ronald tried to look away, but his willpower failed him at the worst time imaginable. His eyes could only see nothing but Justin being Eryaman travesti used by two large men in a warehouse.

“This shouldn’t happen.”

But somewhere in his train of thought, a little bit of curiosity had just been materialized. He didn’t want to admit it, though he could feel it cultivating in his mindset.

Justin finally pulled the two black tips out of his mouth. “Come on, Ronald, join me.”

Ronald took quicker breaths. “I can’t. This is degrading.”

Justin quickly stood up and pulled Ronald closer to their hot spot. “It won’t hurt. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut.”

Clive undid Ronald’s belt and threw it aside. Justin pulled his friend’s shirt off of him.

“They seem to enjoy your company so far. You should make the most out of it.”

Ronald began to feel entranced. “We both have wives. We can’t destroy everything we worked hard for.”

Justin’s smile didn’t disappear. “They told you to keep your mouth shut. It shouldn’t be very hard to do just that.”

Ronald opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. He couldn’t turn away from Clive and Aaron’s fierce stares. All he could do now was stand still as Justin pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down and threw them in the same spot with the rest of the clothes. Clive and Aaron unclothed themselves in front of the others. Ronald stared at three naked men, one of which had been eager to keep the festivities going. Ronald waited for something interesting to happen.

He didn’t expect it to be so abrupt.

Clive came up from behind him. The black man embraced him right. Ronald could not only feel warmth on his back, but a long cylindrical figure touching his left buttock. He gasped as soon as Clive pressed his big cock against his smooth cheek.

Clive whispered, “Don’t be afraid. This is just natural.”

Ronald began to tremble at the thought of being dominated by another man. “I’m still not sure about this.”

Justin licked his upper lip. “Relax. Just watch me.”

It was now Aaron’s time to grab Justin and embrace him from behind. Ronald looked down to see Aaron’s cock being inserted deep inside Justin’s circular hole. Justin gasped. Aaron’s began his strong pelvic thrusts at an unhurried pace.

Justin squeezed his eyes shut as if in pain. “Do it! Fuck me hard!”

Ronald was stunned. He had never seen his best friend so euphoric in terms of a personal connection. All of a sudden, he experienced the same thing. From behind, he could feel his own hole being treated with Clive’s abrupt insertion. Ronald gasped. It felt so strange. Nobody had ever stuck their dicks inside him, and seeing as how it finally happened, the pain didn’t seem excruciating at all. Once it hit his weak spot down below, a new variation of natural ecstasy had been discovered. It became so unexpected that he didn’t have the time to analyze the consequences that he would have to endure. He started moaning after every single thrust. He grabbed hold of Clive’s arms to prevent himself from losing his balance and falling to the floor.

“I shouldn’t be doing this!”

Clive replied, “It doesn’t matter now!”

Ronald stood still as Clive pushed his powerful locomotive deep into his narrow space. Having his hole being plugged by a foreign object would have been agonizing to someone like him. His thin crevice felt as though it didn’t take its time adjusting to its new expansion. He didn’t expect the mild pain, however, to coincide with the bliss that overwhelmed his five senses.

He looked on to see Justin apparently feeling the same thing. The blond man squeezed his eyes shut and left his mouth wide open. His moans interchanged with motivational phrases.

Including, “Don’t stop fucking me! Don’t stop! Your dick is amazing!”

With Clive’s belligerent propelling, Ronald would have said the same things. He wanted to, but he remembered why he wanted to return home in the first place. But at the same time, this new experience was too good to give up. He embraced Clive’s warm body and yelled the same things that Justin had just said, including a few variations of the same phrases.

Aaron stopped thrusting and said to Justin, “Your friend doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it that much. Give him a little company so that he feels welcome.”

Aaron pulled out of his blond companion and let him step closer to Ronald, who still couldn’t handle Clive’s powerful penetrations without believing that it wouldn’t lead to any special benefits in the end. He gritted his teeth as an attempt to overlook the unbelievable sting that finally cropped up between his buttocks. He watched as Justin now stood just a few inches in front of him with a look of determination.

“Don’t be afraid. We’re in this together. Trust me.”

Ronald shook his head. “I don’t know if I should.”

Clive didn’t stop thrusting. “It doesn’t matter what you think. Trust your friend and let it happen.”

Justin smiled. “Let me help you.”

He gave Ronald a short kiss. “This’ll do.”

He kissed him and brought his body closer to him. Ronald didn’t mind the kiss, but having their cocks pressing against each other from down below would have given him the passion required to attempt an escape. Justin didn’t stop kissing him while Clive didn’t stop his driving force. Now, two men came into contact with Ronald’s body.

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