Ay: Ekim 2023

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The last few years I’ve thought a lot about some naughty fun I had with my buddy Kevin back in my late teens. Today I’m married and in my mid fifties. I guess I’m basically straight, but I find myself fanaticizing more and more about messing around with guys the way I did for a short time back in my late teens. What follows is one of the things I did. I’ll start with the fun my buddy and I had with girls back in high school.

My best high school buddy was Kevin. We met in our freshmen years and were pretty much inseparable for the next four years. We played the same high school sports and even double dated for the prom. Once we discovered girls we spent a whole lot of time finding ways to get in their pants. We’d take one or two girls to a drive-in movie or head out into the country to find a quiet place to park and neck for awhile.

Hell did we have fun in that car. Back then getting in a girl’s pants was a real big deal. One girl I remember real well was Nancy. The word was she was easy, and man did we take advantage of that! Kev took her out first and she gave him a hand job on the first date. Remember we are talking 1960’s and getting a girl to beat you off was a big deal. After a couple of dates alone with Nancy, Kev convinced her to go to a drive-in with the two of us. Holy shit our hands were getting in each others Osmanbey travesti way as we had our fun with her. This girl had “hot pants.” I mean she did all for us. We’d pick her up and twenty minutes later she would be sucking one of our dicks, playing with the other guy, while we had all kinds of fun with her. We were cunt hounds back then.

We’d talk about our sex escapades and joke about beating our meat all the time. But there was never even a hint of Kevin and me having even the slightest bit of fun between us back in high school. That all changed when we were both 18 and had just graduated from high school.

That last summer before heading off to separate colleges we both got grunt jobs. I worked with a landscaper and Kevin busted his tail working for an asphalt layer. This was hard hot work. At night we’d chill out by heading to the local outdoor public swimming pool and sneaking a few illegal beers. A couple of weeks into summer we were at the pool just after dark. Kevin was on the pool deck and I was swimming under water with my goggles on. Kev dove in and bingo his trunks slid down almost to his dick. He had a real dark bus. I had seen Kevin before in the locker room, but this time it had a strange effect on me. When he came to the surface he was cracking up, “My damn suit almost came Ayrancı travesti of.”

I said, “Kev I know it did too. I was under water. I saw it all. Hell you have a real bush!” I don’t know why I said what follows, but I’m glad I did and it led to fun then and fantasy for over 30 years since then.

I said, “I bet you a buck that you wouldn’t dive in so your trunks come all the way down.” A little game had started, and to be honest I think we both knew where it would end.

Kevin looked around and there were loads of people in the pool, but not too many real close to us. Kevin said, “I’ll do it, but how will you know if they are down far enough?”

I said, “That’s easy I’ll have my goggles on and be underwater.

Kevin replied, “Your on.” and pulled himself out of the pool. He got up on the deck and shyly looked around.

He was having second thoughts so I said, “You chicken shit?”

“Nope!” he said, and then “Go under water.”

I said, “Let’s move closer to the underwater light.” We did and I went under. I was getting excited. There was danger here and something else. I was under water a few seconds and bingo Kevin dove in head first and right away I could see his trunks were pushed way below his dick. After the dive Kev faced me and grabbed his dick. He waved it at Cebeci travesti me, and didn’t pull his trunks up. Damn I wanted to stay under water to see more, but I had to come up.

Kevin immediately said, “You owe me.” and then added, “If you don’t believe me they’re still down.” We were pretty close together so I dove under. My head was within inches of his dick, and it was erect now.

I came up and said, “The buck is yours.”

Then he said, “Pull yours down.”

Oh shit I thought at night even with underwater lights no one could really tell what we were doing down there. I looked around and no one was paying us any attention so I pulled my trunks down. He dove under and surprised the hell out of me by grabbing my dick. Oh shit now I was really getting excited.

Kev came up and said, “I can’t wear my glasses in here so I wanted to make sure.”

Now we both looked around us and no one was taking notice, and almost simultaneously we grabbed each others now erect penises. I dove under water to watch myself do it a couple of times. The fact that we were in a public pool added to the excitement. All of a sudden Kevin’s eyes rolled back and he moaned, “Oh man Tom. Oh shit that feels good.” I could feel his hips thrusting into my moving hand. Then again, “Oh fuck. Now faster! Now!” With one more thrust and his head moving back I knew he was cumming. Over and over his body shook and my hand stayed with him till he was totally spent.

Over the next months there were to be loads more adventures, but I’ll leave things for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed the true life story.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Being an author on Literotica I get a lot of feedback from both male and females concerning first time anal sex. From women who are curious because of pressing lovers who keep asking them to bend over backwards to please them. Then there are bi-curious guys desperate to feel a cock inside their bums and scared stiff to ask a guy to do it.

Personally, I was raped so I did not get a chance to dither. Which brings me to the number one question: Does it hurt? Not one experienced male or female will answer that question in the negative. There are lots of very sensitive tissues in the rectum and they take umbrage when they are suddenly pillaged by an alien from outer-space! ‘You can’t come in this way!’ One way only! Oh! Well! Laws have always been mindless and the male cock is pretty mindless. It is the most mischievous 1% of the male body and highly sought after! So I am told.

I have it on good authority also that women from Saphos can be pretty as well as unruly when they have phallic replicas strapped around their loins. It is time boffins gave women more power by making their dildos more versatile by giving them more feeling! Equipping them with nerve centres and making them transfer those feelings to the wielding pussy. So, when a lady fucks her girlfriend or her happy-go-lucky boyfriend, then ecstatic joy can be had by all! I think women have gone too long without phallic-joy. Lobby Parliament girls! Tell the Government what you want! You want thinking, feeling, sensitive penises attached to your straps, right? You want erectile tissue which grow hard and long and then soft and small, just at the touch of a button. While you are there, tell them you want all dildos on the National Health.

After all! On the end of a happy woman you will find, dangling, a deeply impaled happier man.

Time to get onto what I am writing about, tell you what! We will call him, Joe. Or if you are a Lady reading my story then all you have to do is use your imagination and change your name to Joe. Joe had grown up in awe of his Mother and her many domineering women friends. He steered clear of the opposite sex as he grew up. He did not attract them. One girl had traded a look at his cock for a look at her pussy when they were out for a country walk together. She had stroked it and made it grow hard and she started to giggle so he had put it away. She made him kneel down in the wet grass to look at her pussy and she pushed his mouth and nose against it and he pulled away from her because the smell was awful. Fishy, he hated fish! It was all wet, horribly slimy which made him shudder with revulsion. He ran home and left her in the woods. Up until then, Joe had been allergic to soap and water, when he got home he washed his face three times. His Mum didn’t say anything, but he saw her smiling.

* * * *

Joe is a Mother and Fathers son, living in the sticks who discovers in himself a strange yearning one morning after he has seen his old man in the loo with a hard-on! Hand moving up and down on it at a blinding speed until Daddy looks up from his industry and espies Joe’s eyes pinging out of their deep sockets towards his gi-normous penis. Low and behold, there was so much embarrassment in the room, until Joe makes a speedy retreat back to his room and throws himself onto his bed and finding himself grinning nervously like a Cheshire moggy. Strange things happened to our Joe at that moment. He had never thought oh his Daddy doing naughty things like that to himself. Things he had been doing nervously to himself since his little cock first started to erect. He had never seen his Daddy wearing spectacles or tapping the floor with a white stick. Not like Mr Clements who lived next-door but one. When Mum had caught Joe doing it, she had told him that he would end up like Mr Clements, he knew that wasn’t true because his friend Robin Clements had told him that his Dad suffered with diabetes and that the blindness had stemmed from that. Now he had a dilemma. Who was telling the truth? Robin or Mummy?

Days, weeks, years and a decade came and passed with Joe having a brilliant picture of his Dad’s hard penis. He had long since found out that the penis was for penetrating orifices both male and female. He had found out because of his astute studiousness, a book-worm, frequenting libraries in his spare time. He was told by a librarian that there were places in the library where pornographic books were kept in a private room kept strictly locked up with only privileged people allowed to go in there, even then the books were to be read on the premises, within the room while a member of staff remained in the room. Joe promised to be good and to obey implicitly all rules and directives and was duly sworn in and given permission to use the room within.

And so it came to pass that Joe found himself locked in a room with Jeremy. Therein he was treated to the wonders of the sexual world of sensual literature. He learned about anal irrigation, the cleanliness before sodomy. Şişli travesti The different syringes, pumps, enemas, needless to say the two young gentlemen were becoming more and more friendly until they started to ask very personal questions and seeking truthful answers from each other. Until the last straw came about with Jeremy showing Joe some short video programs on anal hygiene. Use of condoms, even showing Joe how to put a condom onto a lifelike effigy of a real cock by just using his mouth and lips to roll the condom over the cockhead and to finally smooth it down the shaft with the fingers. Then came the final film, about anal sex with another male, the types of lubrication, like spit, oil, gels and Vaseline. The kissing; the touching; the fingering; the anal douching; the cock sucking and finally the cock going in and out of the guy’s asshole! Joe was so wrapped up in what the film was telling him he was unaware for a while that Jeremy was feather-light stroking Joe’s very hard cock. Well, not until the cool air wafted around his vitals, amazed when he looked down to see that Jeremy was gently pumping his pride and joy.

Joe’s mind cast back in time to when he first saw his Dad’s cock and he began to realise that his own member was now a facsimile of his Fathers. He wasn’t masturbating himself! Another guy was doing it to him!

Joe eased his long frame back in his chair and opened his legs wide and murmured passionately when Jeremy moved and knelt between Joes legs and was shocked to see his hardness go into Jeremy’s mouth. It only seemed like a few seconds before he was crying out to Jeremy that he was about to shoot his juices. Jeremy replied by sucking harder and faster until Joe cried out and shot his full load in copious ball-draining spurts. Nothing he had done with girls had been as good as what Jeremy did to him.

After a while he heard Jeremy say, ‘are you ready to get me off, now, Joe?’

Joe gulped in nervous excitement,’you want me to suck you off now?’

‘No, you have seen in the film that pricks go into assholes, Joe. I want to fuck you in your ass! When I shoot my spunk I want to shoot it right up inside your asshole!’

‘But, I have never done that! I’m an anal virgin!’

‘Come now, Joe! You must have thought about it! You were well turned on by the guy’s fucking in the film I showed you. Made you as hard as a rock. Didn’t you imagine yourself bending over for it? You told me about your Dad. Did you imagine your Dad fucking you? I bet you did!’

‘It is too embarrassing to talk about, Jeremy.’

‘Is that because I am right? You did want him to do it to you, didn’t you? You want me to fuck you don’t you, Joe? You want this nice big cock of mine in you where you wanted your big Daddy to put his cock! Tell me the truth, Joe! You did want your Daddy to fuck your ass, didn’t you?’

Joe’s face turned crimson, tear ran from his right eye. He hung his head for a while and finally looked up,’It has worried me so much, my feelings after I saw my Dad’s cock and what he was doing with it and the way he looked at me. He wasn’t as embarrassed as I was. In fact he brandished it at me, Jeremy! I ran because it made me feel funny, a bit excited. I had heard things. That Fathers do things with their sons, naughty things. When I got back to my room I was expecting him to follow me and do things to me. I was very disappointed when he did not come.’

He looked down again, head in his hands. Still looking down he asked Jeremy, ‘Will it hurt? When you put it in me, will it hurt?’

‘Yes, Joe. It will hurt. Depends on you, that you do not tighten up and prevent it entering you. That will make me force my cock into you and that will hurt. If you do exactly what I say you will get a wee bit of pain at first, but it will go away and from then on you will enjoy the pleasure like everyone else does. The trick is to use plenty of lubrication and that I loosen your hole with my oiled fingers and you will find yourself turned on and you will ask me to to fuck you. Some guys are born to take cock, Joe! You are one of them.’

‘This is all new to me. I may chicken out! What if I say, no? I do not think that I want you to rape me.’

‘Look! Come into the loo with me and lets go through it all one step at a time. We will start with anal irrigation. Washing out your bum. That always puts me in the mood to be fucked, it’s lovely.’

‘What if someone comes in here?’

‘No one will. Only Larry, my Boss knows we are in here. He knows that I will be getting it on with you. Larry is homosexual too. The douching equipment we are going to use was his idea, he made it. It was Larry who took me into the bathroom and he used it on me before he fucked me. He taught me all the things that I am teaching you. All the books and videos and things were bought and paid for by him and myself.’

‘I did want to do it with my Dad. I do not think he ever thought about it, or gave it another thought. Taksim travesti I reasoned with myself that him waving his cock at me like that was bravado to cover up his own embarrassment. The problem was, it fuelled my own fantasies about him and his wonderful cock. They built up over the years, from touching it and stroking it and like he was doing, wanking it! Finally I imagined myself naked, laying underneath him, feeling it inside me. Him doing it to me.’

‘Doing what to you, Joe?’

‘You know? Fucking me!’

‘How old were you when you finally reached that mind-blowing decision, Joe?’

‘I was 19, never kissed a girl or had one come onto me. I thought about girls, but I was too shy with them too and at 19 I thought I was past it with women, if they didn’t want me, I didn’t want any truck with them either.’

‘You can buy yourself a woman, Joe! You see them hanging about on street corners.’

‘Not interested, you are giving me the jitters, Jeremy. I am out of here if we do not get on with this thing. I want you to make a man of me, or is it a woman? What does being fucked in my asshole make me, Jeremy?’

‘It will make you a wiser young man with a sore ass. At least you will know if you want to do it again with other guys or just bury the incident into your past and chalk it down as an experience. Your destiny is in your trousers just now. Go into the bathroom and get out of them for me, the rest of your clothes too. You can still say no and get out of here. Which to me would be a shame and a disappointment because you have a comely shaped arse on you, which I would love to get this dick of mine into.’

I was on my way into the bathroom when I quipped over my shoulder, ‘it’s nice to be fancied, Jeremy.’ I closed the door and opened it again and left it ajar. I needed Jeremy’s support in what I was doing.

I looked round. It was a big posh bathroom, even had a bidet! The bath itself was triangular with jets in the bottom of it. I imagined myself sitting over one of those jets. There was pipes with nozzles on coming from taps sunk into the tiled walls. I shivered it was all so outrageously sexual! I stripped off my clothes, amazed at my own feelings, I was consenting to all this without any restriction in my own brain. I knew I was consenting to anal intercourse with a man and it would go ahead now as soon as he saw me naked. My cock stayed soft and withered looking, to the point of me feeling ashamed of it. What would Jeremy think of it? Made me feel like an adolescent, Little Boy Blue!

I had no time to worry about, suddenly he was there with me and he too was naked and I was relieved that he was minus an erection too. Saying that, it was still bigger than mine in its flaccid state. It was darker pigmented than his ordinary pale skin colour. His foreskin was only half covering his knob and I had the feeling it would grow quite large which made my anal muscles contract. He drew me up close to him and he stroked my face and kissed my forehead then my eyes and nose then his lips made contact with my own. We just stood there in the middle of his bathroom, naked and snogging, his hands gliding all over me. I sighed into his mouth, around his probing tongue when I felt his fingers stretching my buttocks apart. I thought back guiltily to laying in my bed thinking of my Dad doing the same thing to me. I could feel Jeremy’s penis growing bigger against my loins, rubbing against my own cock and balls. I moaned and thrust myself at him when his finger pressured my anal button. I was trembling like a leaf in his arms. This was a colossal jump from being bi-curious.

He broke away from me, ‘sit on the loo Joe before I forget you have L-plates fore and aft. Just looking at you like that makes me very horny to get this thing into you. I have to keep control and teach you everything.’

It was only at that moment that Joe really looked at Jeremy to give him any sort of age and he was shocked to realise that Jeremy was as old as his own Father at least! Maybe Jeremy had a son Joe’s age! The same tinge of grey hair in his side-burns, it didn’t deter him. In fact it turned him on. Maybe, if he closed his eyes while Jeremy was fucking him he could pretend that it was his Dad doing it to him!

He came back as Jeremy was poking a nozzle-tipped pipe between his legs into the loo.

‘This is a douche, designed to wash out your asshole with fresh clean warm water. The trick is to not to get it to warm to scald your innards or to remove the natural anal wall lubrication. Open your legs wider, Joe.’

He knelt down and controlled the taps with his right hand, tested and guided the nozzle into Joe’s rectum with the other. It felt good to Joe as he felt the water inflating his bowels. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the very sensual feelings.

‘Now, pay attention, Joe! When you feel the water becoming too much for you to handle, say, ‘Now!’ and I will remove the nozzle from your asshole. Gümüşsuyu travesti Then you can push down on you anal sphincter and let all the water out of your bum. Take hold of the nozzle and feed it into your ass yourself and let the water out and keep filling and letting go until you are spotlessly clean. While this is going on, keep thinking about my cock and why you are washing out. You are washing out to be fucked in your asshole, Joe!. Milk this for all the joy you can get out of it as it is the foreplay for being fucked.’

He watched Joe closely, the expressions on his face and it was obvious Joe was loving it. Jeremy stroked his cock because he was getting turned on to the need to do some serious fucking.

Jeremy’s cock was as big and thick as his Dad’s penis. It started to worry him that he had so many incestuous thoughts. His Dad was staring into his eyes a lot as if he was trying to read his thoughts since the incident in the bathroom. Were they attracted to each other? Mum was going out on her own a lot leaving them alone together in the house. Dad was going to the loo a lot and telling Joe where he was going. Joe thought it was to warn him not to go into the loo again. But, what if his Dad wanted him to go in with him?

‘I am clean now, Jeremy.’

‘Good, do it once more and this time when you expel the water do it by forcing down really hard on your rectal muscles to make sure you completely drain yourself. Next turn off the taps and shake the water out of the hose and then place the nozzle into the bidet.’

Joe had not been so conscious of his anal muscles before. He was contracting them and loosening off naturally and he was also realising that there was no longer a strangeness between himself and another man. Their closeness and nakedness seemed commonplace now. It was almost as if he was saying to himself, ‘I am washing out my ass to be fucked! So what? He was no longer nervous of Jeremy touching him. He was no longer afraid of that big cock dangling so close to his face.

‘Right, Joe! There’s just the lubrication of your asshole now and then you will be ready for my cock. You can still say no to this. Joe! There is always another time, or you can say no it is not for you. Never allow anyone to fuck you against your wishes. I told you at the beginning to pretend you are a girl, woman, what have you. When we are making love that is the way I shall treat you as if you are a female and I will be treating your asshole as if it is a pussy. Your cock becomes a female clitoris. I will tease it, tantalise it, suck it and nibble it as if it is a clitty. It will all be love play so I can get my cock into you and you will beg me to fuck you. I want you to talk dirty, tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Faster, harder, deeper, what ever your wishes. We are now lovers, Joe. You may want to fuck me. I won’t stop you, I will expect it from you!’

‘There is no way I am leaving here until you do fuck me, Jeremy. Are we alright for time? Will you not be missed?’

‘No, my boss knows what I am doing. What we are doing. He may want his share of you though for being so tolerant. Not today though. You can arrange with him if you want to spend some time in here with him. He is a great lover you will like him a lot.’

‘Would he mind if I only wanted to do it with you?’

‘Larry would respect that, but it would be common courtesy to let him have his turn with you even if it was just the once.’

‘I will not be able to answer that until you have had your turn, Jeremy.’

‘Well lets go through and do it, Joe. I will be gentle with you, that’s a promise.’

‘I don’t really care. I want this as much as you do now. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock inside me. I have wanted this since I saw my Dad playing with himself. It clicked something in my brain, that it was my way ahead. Not to do it with my Father, although it did cross my mind. That may be a bridge to cross for me in the future, but just now, it is you and me, Jeremy. I am yours, fuck me!’

By this time we were on the bed in each others arms and we were kissing each other passionately, when Jeremy urged me onto my stomach I went there willingly. I felt him parting my ass cheeks and his tongue lapping my anus. His fingers probing and then the cool lubrication his fingers digging deeper. It felt good. The femininity in me wanted this. His cock was hard and in my hand and I was pulling on it longingly my ass-pussy was his to take and mine to give. I spread eagled myself and uttered, ‘ Now, Jeremy! Take me! Now! Please! Please fuck me!’

‘Cock your bum up and take it, Sweetheart. My prick is all yours. Can you feel my cock pushing into your hole?’

‘Oooh! Aaaaagh! Ooh! God! Yes! Oh! Don’t stop! Do it, keep pushing it up me! Fill my pussy, right up! It’s so big! oooh! Its hurts, but don’t stop! Make me take it, all of it!’

‘It’s right in! Can you feel my balls against yours! You are no longer a virgin. You are an homosexual. A man, lover of men. A male slut who loves cock up his tight asshole and I am giving it to you, Lover-boy! You are some fuck!’

‘Ooooh! Jeremy it feels so good! You are pumping it in and out of my ass. I never thought it would feel as good as this!’

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter 8: I’m not sure about this..

Oh finally – some quiet time with Sam alone. Thoughts were streaming through my mind of how we could spend our time together before I flew out of the country in the morning… well, in a few hours really.

I snuggled up to Sam in the back of the Uber with my carry-on bag next to me. Sam was looking out the side window, not really looking at anything in particular … I think just staring out at nothing. Turning slowly towards him, I leaned in sideways, kissing him on the side of his neck and pausing for a moment to take in his scent. It was intoxicating.

“Umm… that’s nice, Jamie. I like the scratch of your stubble… hmm…”

Sam remained pretty quiet. I guess the realization was dawning on him too that soon I’d be gone and what was going to happen to us then. I have no idea, none at all. It was all that I could think about, if the truth is known. I’d been thinking about this for days now. I’d even been hammering the guys to make sure that they kept up contact with Sam – he’s part of the gang now. I know I’m not the best catch in the world, and we’ve only been seeing each other for weeks, but I can feel a strong attachment to Sam and want him to be okay.

Sam twisted a little. He was now facing me side on, and for a fleeting moment, his face was void of any real emotion – sad almost. Then those thoughts seemed to slip away, pushing away whatever had been occupying his mind. He smiled. At first, it was a half-hearted smile. I was searching his face for something to give me a clue about what he was feeling, but then it turned into his normal 1000W heart stopper smile. It just lights up the place around him – you can but feel happy when he does it – it’s almost infectious.

“Sam,” as I gently licked and nibbled on his neck, “it’s so nice of you to let me stay at your place tonight.”

The Uber pulled to a stop outside Sam’s place. “Thanks, Vince. Appreciate the ride tonight.”

“No problems Jamie. My guys and I collected over twenty fares tonight just from your guests coming and going. Really appreciate the business, mate. You must had had half the district at your place, plus, what’s with all the fire trucks and police cars around the block? Looked like a riot or something had gone down.”

“Nah, Vince. That’s all of Jamie’s buddies. Looked like half the state was parked on his block, although, hey Jamie?”

As Sam playfully punched my arm, I smiled with a cheeky grin. “Well, what can I say – I’m popular.”

Sam just looked at me and rolled his eyes.

“You wish, Spence.”

“Jamie,” Vince turned around to face us both, “as a thank you, can I give you a ride to the airport tomorrow – no charge – as a small thank you? I’ve made 15 new clients tonight on top of the fares as well. It’s been a fantastic night for us.”

“No, not necessary Vince, not at all. I couldn’t really, but thank you.

“Look, Vince, you really helped me out, as I was more than happy to get you guys the work. Your fantastic service and cars … it was brilliant. Plus, I didn’t have to worry about people making bad choices about drinking and driving, so you really helped me too. “

“Jamie, on top of the fantastic business we did, your Mom and Aunties were bringing plates of food out to us as we dropped people off – so hospitable your family is.”

“Vince, you’re lucky Mom didn’t insist that you drop your partner and kids off!”

“She did ask me that,” Vince let out a laugh. “I explained to your Mom, that my wife and four kids are away on school break at the moment. So, she brought me out this pile of leftovers – should be enough to feed us for a week. She didn’t want me to go home hungry or have nothing to eat for the week. I don’t know how you guys are all so thin with the mountains of food your Mom tries to push on to you. She’s a lovely lady, Jamie.”

I couldn’t stop laughing. That is so Mom. “Well, thanks again Vince. See you when I get back, I guess.”

With that Sam and I wished Vince well.

As we were walking across the lawn to Sam’s front door, he pulled me into a sideways hug and smiled up at me.

“Glad you took up my offer to stay over, Jamie.”

“Me too, Sam.” I laid a kiss on his temple.

Even more, Mason was now staying at Mom and Dad’s place for a while – apparently ‘until he can get back on his feet’ was the way mom was selling it – I wasn’t buying that pile of crap not one bit, but he is my brother and the parents always look out for us.

As we walked into Sam’s place, Jeff was sitting at the kitchen counter with a young blonde guy, deep in conversation about something.

Jeff waved at us as we walked through the room.

“Oh, hey Sam, Jamie! Come over and meet Peter. Peter this is Sam, my roommate, and Jamie, his … you know the Firefighter I told you about.”

“Hi guys,” Peter stood up and pulled us both in for a hug.

“Hey Jeff,” Sam answered while I just waved.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Peter,” Sam Halkalı travesti said, backing away a little from Peter. “But someone has an early night.” Sam shot me a look. “So, we’re going to hit the hay.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter,” I replied. Sam smiled and took my hand in his, gently pulling me towards the hallway and his bedroom. “Bye, Jeff.”

Jeff smirked back at us. “Hmm, night boys.”

We quietly went into Sam’s bedroom closing the door behind us. Sam was a half a step in front of me still holding my hand. I stood still for a moment and leaned back against the door my mind was racing. What the hell is happening to me, it’s like I can’t think straight. My mouth was all dry…my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest, let alone what was swirling around in my mind.

Sam turned slightly toward me. “Jamie? Are you here or have you checked out already?”

“No, sorry Sam. I was just thinking.”

“What about, Jamie?”

“To be honest, everything! You, me, us. If there is an us or … “

I wiped my hand down my face, feeling like I was falling but standing still.

“My trip… what can I offer you… what are you looking for? You know, loads of stuff. Should I be–“

Sam cut me off. “Wow, Jamie. That’s a load of questions there.”

Turning back to face me, he walked over and stood in front of me. Taking both my hands in his, in a low and calm voice, he replied, “All of those questions, thoughts… they need two people involved in them to answer it, because it involves us both.” Sam whispered staring straight up into my eyes.

“I know, Sam, but I’m so confused as to what to do. If it had happened earlier, if I hadn’t already booked my trip, paid for the same night…” – my voice was rising and I wasn’t even aware of it – “I wouldn’t be going now and leaving you Sam, I just wouldn’t”

“Jamie, if you hadn’t been out that night, we wouldn’t have met, would we?”

I nodded, agreeing with him.

“And if you cancelled your holiday – although it would clearly make your Mom happy -” a perfect tension breaker at which we both laughed briefly – “you wouldn’t be happy. In fact, I would hold it against myself if I let you change your plans. And I’m not going to do that.”

“But…” I looked into those beautiful eyes of his. I could just get so lost in them, really lost.

“But what, Jamie. We have had an amazing time together. I’ve seen a side of you that I don’t think many people do. You are really a nice guy. Ok, you need to grow up a little at times, but your compassion for people, your selfless nature that you don’t publicly display, is one of the most amazing things I’ve learnt from you. And that you’ve successfully hidden the fact you have an engineering degree with honours… hmm… , not just a pretty face-body-butt, hmm…”

I pulled off one of my signature eyebrow wiggles – nicely played, Sam. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable with where this was going, I moved us over to Sam’s bed, first just sitting down, then lying back on Sam’s bed looking up at the ceiling, while resting my hand on his thigh.

“Jamie, what Mike told me tonight about his car and the pictures you saved, you let me think that you were at work that day when you weren’t – you were just driving past, going about your business like Joe Public – saw Mike’s car on fire and him trying to get to the car to get something. You stopped and next minute, you dived into his station wagon and pulled out his treasures. No special fire clothes, whatever you call them.

“Turnouts…” with a slight air of frustration in my voice. I knew where this was going. My friends should learn to zip-it sometimes.

“What? What are you turning out?” Sam answered with sheer confusion on his face.

“The clothes we wear to jobs… we call them turnouts.” I was trying to not let my frustration bubble through, but it was hard. Like a train wreck unfolding, I knew where this was stopping and it wasn’t happy town. It was kick Jamie’s buttsville.

“Ok. So, you ran back to the car without wearing your turnouts, nothing special – just a Tee and jeans I was told, right? Then you ended up in a hospital for a few days with burns and smoke inhalation. You kept that detail out of the story, and it wasn’t even Mike that told me that.”

“Jeez Mike, could you have kept your mouth shut?” I replied with an air of frustration creeping in.

“It wasn’t Mike, Jamie. Trav told me! In fact, Mike and your Dad came over and warned the guys that you would ‘pitch a fit’ or something weird like that your Dad said if you found out what they’d been telling me. It didn’t even slow them down. If anything, it spurred them on. The rest of the guys then jumped in. There were even more stories. You play the ‘it was nothing’ card with the public. When they, we, try and recognise what all you guys do is amazing, you play it off.”

I thought I was absolutely done, but there was no anger in Sam’s expressions or the way he spoke. It was like he was genuinely Levent travesti disappointed in me for hiding this stuff.

“Sam… I don’t want to play it up. There are people that do way more than me- doctors, nurses and paramedics, the men and women in defense. If you want to pat people on the back, there you go Sam – they save lives with their bare hands and intelligence. We just squirt a bit of water about and it’s all good.” I tried to laugh it off but I could tell I wasn’t doing well with that.

“And then, Jamie, you act like a grown man-child to hide it all away. You know you’re not fooling anyone, right, Jamie? We all know what you really do. And don’t think I’m buying the whole ‘it’s nothing what we do – we just fluff about with some water.'”

A look of sincerity that swept across Sam. “I’ve seen the pictures of the kids you’ve helped or people that have been cut out of wrecks that have you guys to thank for their lives, let alone the EMT stuff you all do. I understand – you don’t like the limelight. I applaud you for trying to downplay it, but it ain’t just nothing – it’s pretty special, and you’re on par with the rest of those professions you pointed out.”

Sam’s lecture, come gentle rant, was drawing to a close. I felt like a total asshole. I’d been a shit to him, and he’s been nothing but great – someone I want to be more like. That first morning running out like that, it was a crappy thing to do. I took a deep breath. I was going to confess what really happened that morning. Sam deserved it. I deserved to have my ass handed to me in a hat and spend the night on the sidewalk. Sam brushed his hand against my inner thigh, snapping me out of my mind and back to us.

“I’ve worked you out, Jamie. You are an amazing guy.”

Sitting back up, I looked Sam in the eyes, slowly taking him in. This was the most amazing person I’ve ever met – there are so many aspects to him. Looking past the superficial sexiness that the guy radiates, he’s smart… super smart … not just educationally, and wow on that too! Civil Engineer on the back of a science degree majoring in biotech!

But he knows what he wants in the world, where he fits. He can see forward over the horizon, what his journey is.

“Sam, you’re the sort of person I want to be: you’re funny, smart and sexy, but you’re also so connected with your world and who you are. Me, I’m stuck in no man’s land. Ok, sure, I’ve got my engineering degree and a career in the fire service, but what about me the person? What do I want, Sam? I feel so lost at times with it.”

We just stared at each other, searching each other’s faces for some reaction. In Sam’s, I could see genuine compassion with a tinge of sadness. While I couldn’t see my own face, obviously, inside I was in turmoil. All these emotions were bubbling up. I wanted so badly to cry out in frustration, or shut down and say nothing more, but the people in my head holding the levers and dials must have just had a few espressos because I wasn’t shutting down anytime soon, I feared.

“I know at times I’m such a child, that I hide in the uncomplicated world and let the grown-ups around me do the heavy thinking, like you Sam.” I could feel tears threatening to spill from my eyes, where the hell did they come from. “But it’s how I deal with stuff at times, and my family has always, dived in and made the choices for me.”

Sam leaned in and placed his finger across my lips, looking deep into my soul. I could feel it in his eyes – they were soft and searching, forgiving but challenging, too. It is something I’ll never forget, that moment when Sam gave me my answer as to us.

“Sam, I think that… I know that if …” Sam stopped me saying anything more.

“Jamie, don’t finish that sentence until the morning, ok? Your bags are packed. Your dad is coming here to collect you at 7 am. Let’s just be us tonight and let tomorrow take care of itself.”

I wrapped my hand around Sam’s neck, pulling him ever closer and kissed him with every bit of my being, and he replied the same. No ripping off clothes tonight – we slowly, almost lovingly, undressed each other.

..o0o..

I woke a few hours later. We had put everything we felt for each other in that short passionate night. Lying next to him, his chest slowly rising and falling in the half-light coming from outside, I couldn’t wake him. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, and so goddamn sexy too. I knew the answer to the question, our question: it just wasn’t our time. Maybe if I wasn’t going away it would be different, more time to get to know each other.

Maybe, although I kept thinking, more likely, I was still too much of a man-child for someone like Sam. He deserves better. I was wracked with self-doubt – it was an uncomfortable feeling and I wasn’t enjoying it at all. We had agreed that he wouldn’t come to the airport. I was planning on just checking in and then slipping through customs and out, no fuss, no tears.

As a little going away Şirinevler travesti gift, the other day I printed out and placed in a small simple black frame a selfie that we took that afternoon at Mikes Café. It was a beautiful shot of the two of us, happily smiling away, looking all ‘loved up’ as my sister’s put it. The photo was in my Facebook photos. Apparently Mom liked it so much that she printed a copy out and it was framed up and had been added to the living room wall at home. There must be sixty photos of the family, from baby photos to recent.

Mom liked to get shots of us when we were happy. Apparently, I hadn’t looked happy in photos for a long time. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or a little creeped out that my Mom was ripping my photos off and printing them. I settled for happy – Mom wasn’t creepy, not in the slightest.

I wrote on the back of the photo frame, ‘To Sam, the most amazing person I know. Why? Because you are. Thank you for everything — Jamie.’ Slipping out of bed like a clumsy ninja, I tripped on my chucks that had been discarded at some point during the night. I took the photo out and silently placed it on his bedside table facing him, so when he woke, it would be there for him to see, a small parting gift. I know it was a bit cocky of me to give him a photo of us, but what the hell – if you can’t love yourself who can you love, right!?!

I quietly gathered my things and got dressed in silence, checking regularly that I hadn’t woken him. I’m sure my idea of silent dressing was not the same as most others. The habits of work set you up to quickly grab your stuff and slam them on in under forty seconds, but at home, no matter how hard I tried to be quiet, it was something I was just not good at. Then once I was all set, I did my clumsy ninja thing again, this time not tripping on anything or kicking the bed foot like usual – damn that hurts! I leaned down gently kissing those soft warm lips while he slept, taking in the beautiful sight before me. It was time to go. I slowly backed away and slipped out of his room, pulling the bedroom door closed behind me, quietly walking down the hallway. Apparently Peter had stayed, as there were some sounds coming from Jeff’s bedroom. I slipped out the front door and across the lawn.

The rush of cold air outside was like a slap to my face. The crunching sound of the frost under my feet was almost deafening in the quietness of the morning. With my carry-on backpack over my shoulder, my thoughts were full of leaving Sam. I felt like stopping, turning around and going back inside. But I knew I couldn’t – I was too far down this path to turn back now.

With my mind and feelings in overdrive, I needed to clear my head, so I started to jog. Surprisingly I didn’t even realize how far I’d run. I covered the first few miles quickly, I guess to burn off the emotions that were flooding me as a few painfully shed tears ran down my face, leaving ice strips in the cold pre-dawn air.

‘A good run helps clear the mind’ our various sports coaches would say. Well, for me it seemed to work. I was feeling somewhat calmer now, slowing to a walk, as I didn’t want to work up too much of a sweat and have to change at the folks’ place or stink up the plane on the flight. It was only a 20 minute walk now back to my parents’ place. I slipped my earbuds in and turned up some music to distract me as the miles zipped past quickly.

Rounding the corner of our block, I could see Dad was coming out to the truck, clearing the windscreen and side mirrors. He’d just finished hosing off the truck when I walked up the drive.

“Morning, Son,” he greeted me with a bright smile, but a tinge of sadness in his voice, not a lot, but to the trained ear it was a standout. No matter what his face said, you learn how to read your parents. I was always pretty good at that. I kept my superpower a secret too – it worked to my advantage at times.

“Where’s Sam, Jamie?”

“He’s not coming to the airport Dad,” I said, not making direct eye contact and taking a slow quiet deep breath. Those pesky tears had reformed again – this time they would stay in place, hopefully.

“What happened son? Are you ok?”

Dad closed the gap between us, placing his hand on my shoulder, while all the time trying to make eye contact with me. There was no way I was looking up at the moment, else I’d be done for.

“I’m ok Dad, kind of. We agreed that it’s just not our time. Maybe if things were different, then …”

Dad pulled me into a warm strong hug, something I needed. “It’ll be ok, Jamie. If it’s meant to work out, you will find yourselves. If not, it’s tough, son, but you’ve been through worse, and I’m sure you and Sam will be happy in what life brings your way. Come on, let’s get you into this truck of yours and away before your Mom comes out. Last night’s send-off was enough to last me years, son.”

We both laughed at that. Mom put on a show for the world last night – thought I was going to have to perform CPR on her. Jeez, tears were flowing. The most telling part was when she went all quiet and just stood there, looking at me. I could feel her eyes still. I couldn’t not go back and give her a last hug when Sam and I were leaving. I wouldn’t have ever forgiven myself. You know that look, right?

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was a perfect day to be huddled under the blankets with a lover. Outside, the season’s first blizzard was rapidly covering the campus where Ashly and Jesse were both music majors. The two roommates and lovers had decided to forgo the dorm parties, celebrating the inevitable class cancellations, and instead simply spend the day together, enjoying each other’s company.

Jess tenderly stroked his boyfriend’s hair, as he reflected on the progression of their relationship. It began in early high school, when Jess and his (straight) twin brother, Kit, would host coed sleepovers, which generally went unsupervised. Ash and Jesse were always unusually close for boys, and when the girls, naturally more platonically affectionate, had decided to combine their sleeping bags into one shared sleeping place Jesse and Ashly followed suit. It began with just hand holding and cuddling, and slowly progressed into sleeping naked together in the same bed. They had never had sex, but had engaged in occasional fondling, and constant cuddling and kissing.

It took even longer to formally title the relationship. Although the openly held hands, and showed other signs of affection, even within the walls of their high school, a label had never seemed important to the love they openly professed. It was Kit’s girlfriend, Lynn, who finally took it upon herself Cihangir travesti to clear the confusion for her fellow student population. Jess, was a self proclaimed bisexual. Ashly’s sexuality was the mystery that kept the school talking. Lynn finally approached Ash, and demanded in her usual overbearing, but delightfully cute and cheerful way,

“You’re gay, right?” Ash simply shrugged and said,

“You know, I’d never really thought about it?”

“But is Jesse your boyfriend?” Ashly smiled slowly, and nodded.

“Yeah…yeah, he is.”

That was junior year. The relationship has seriously progressed since then, but had still never been consummated…it had always seemed worth waiting.

Now, freshman in college, huddled together naked in bed, watching the snow fall from their fifth story window, Jess couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment to finally express his love in the most intimate way possible. He pulled Ashly close, and began to kiss his lips, trailing downward to the neck and shoulders, nipping gently at his lover’s neck, while still playing with his long, straw coloured curls.

Ash moaned gently as Jesse’s mouth lowered, and his hand found Ashly’s stiffening penis, and stroked it gently to life. As Jess’s kisses continued downward, Ash’s moans deepened, in anticipation, as he Fındıkzade travesti wondered hopefully whether Jess was going to take the relationship to a new level. He was not disappointed.

“Ugghhh, Jess…” Ashly gasped out loudly as his boyfriend’s lips encircled around him for the first time. Jesse moved slowly up and down his shaft, pausing at the head, to encircle his tongue several times around the sensitive flesh. After several minutes of this teasing, Jess finally quickened his pace, swallowing Ashly more fully. Ash entwined a hand is Jesse’s long black locks, as he reached the intensity of his peak. Jesse slowed his motion to a torturously sensuous teasing that Ash could no longer endure, as he erupted into Jesse’s mouth. Jess continued his servicing until his boyfriend’s intense orgasm was completely over, and swallowed every drop, despite it being his first time.

Ash reached down, and pulled his boyfriend up to lay level with him in bed. “I love you” Ash whispered, ‘That was amazing.” Ash fully intended to repay the favour, but Jesse had other ideas.

” A bit later, love.” He told Ashly mysteriously. After about thirty minutes of cuddling, petting, and watching the snow fall, Ash had reentered a state of arousal; what Jesse had been waiting for. In between kisses, Jesse looked at his lover and Fulya travesti murmured, “Ash…please…?” So connected were the two boys that nothing more had to be said. Ash reached for the lube in the top nightstand drawer ( an off to college present from Lynn, just in case). After Jess was sufficiently lubricated, they lovers shifted into a spoon position, Jesse on the inside. Ash slowly traced Jesse’s circle of flesh several times with his erection, until Jesse, unable to wait any longer, reached back to guide Ashly into him. Ashly eased inside, slowly and lovingly, and Jesse pushed back to meet his lover’s first slow thrust. Pain was only a fleeting notion; quickly overcome with pleasure, and the tenderness of the interaction that final connected Jesse to his lover as closely as possible. “I love you.” Jesse moaned.

“I love you too,” Ash whispered, as he kissed the nape of Jesse’s neck. He reached out stroke Jesse, as he moved inside him, Jesse moaned, the sensation causing him to contract around Ashly. Both Jess and Ash began to reach their peak, crying out confessions of love. Being the first time, it had all happened rather quickly, but would be remembered forever.

After rinsing off in a steamy shower, Jesse and Ashy climbed back into bed, limbs entwined, and fell into a deep, contented sleep. Tomorrow, they could look forward to favours to be returned, and a new, increasingly intimate expression of love and dedication. Now, they were happy to just sleep in each other’s arms, a perfect picture of love and innocence, as the snowfall continued to cover their campus, and frost formed on the windowpane.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Hello,

Several months ago I moved into a new place and I had to get the phones turned on. I was between jobs and off and at home all the time so I told the phone company to send someone out when they could. Just to let you know, I am not a cruiser. I know very little about the gay life style. I can count my gay relationships on one hand with the other hand tied behind my back. So, when the things happen to me like events I am about to describe, it freaks me out. Kind like, where did that come from?

The phone man arrived at my house about 1 PM. I was working out on the stationary bike and had just finished a set. I had on jogging pants, white socks and my Hanes. I glanced out the door toward the phone truck and saw a HUGE man headed my way. He was about 50 years old. Probably 6′ 5” and 300 pounds. And he had on overalls and a blue phone company short sleeved shirt.

He came in. I told him where I wanted the phone jacks. We discussed wiring maintenance contracts and he went to work. He was a likable country typed man. I followed him all over the house talking to him about work. About this. About that. We talked about his family. My family. We talked about hunting, fishing. What we never talked about was sex. It was never on my mind. I never glanced at his crotch. Never touched him nor him me. Only one thing was said by him that later lead me to believe it was not the case with him. He told me I looked good. He said I had a great body and build. Then he joked that the stationary bike had paid off and laughed it off. I laughed to but I just never suspected anything sexual was going to happen.

He finished installing the phones and I checked them out. He called me playfully from his service phone to make sure I could get calls. I bid him good day and he left. I called a friend and left her a voice mail what my new number was and told her to call me when she got in from work. Then I just went fucking around the house…like moving the exercise bike into the spare room.

I heard a knock on the door and when I went there it was the phone man. He said he had misplaced his service tester and he asked if he could look around the house to see if it was there. I told him no problem. I invited him in and even helped him look for it. It was no where to be found. We met back in the kitchen and we both shook our heads about not knowing where it was. When my eyes were moving across the room I noticed the phone man had one hand in his pocket AND he had a much bigger crotch. It was so large that it really made me look twice. It kinda Ataşehir Travesti shocked me and made me feel uncomfortable. A lot of things went through my head and I wondered if this guy was coming on to me and just made this up to get back in? It was a little too much for me to handle and I said “Sorry we can’t find your thing. Maybe you left it somewhere else?’ I started toward the front door to give him a hint it was time to leave. I opened the door and he went out and said “Sorry, it must be somewhere else.” I couldn’t help but to glance at his crotch again. It was still big. I swear, I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was just me.

I called out to him “If you still can’t find it you can come back and check more.”

I went back into the house and shut the door. I had to shake my head and think to myself “am I gullible or what? I just got cruised by my type and I didn’t even pickup on it.” I must be getting old. I am 39 by the way. So I went off about my business… setting up the new place. I decided to get out of my jogging pants and get into some comfortable shorts. When I was changing I noticed my dick was full and semi-erect. I’m not hung by any means but I have no problem stretching a pair of Hanes when I get in the mood. I took a quick piss to flush out the kidneys and pre-fluid that was from the earlier semi hardon I had. Then I slipped into some Joe Boxer shorts. Real shorts, just shorter and cut snug. I looked at myself in the mirror and I DID look good. I was proud of that. About that time the phone rang (raAAAANNNNG) and it scared the shit out of me. It made me jump cause I had been there a couple day without a phone.

It was the phone man.

He said he wanted to come back over and look for the service tester again. He still hadn’t found it. I said sure no problem. Come on over. The guy had been nice as could be to me and surely meant me no harm. I asked him how far away he was and he said it would be 15 minutes before he got back. I told him to come on and be sure to stop and pick up some wine. I made him laugh. I laughed to. I went around the house lighting candles cause I had a funny feeling I needed some atmosphere. I stayed dressed as I was..Joe Boxer shorts. Real ones.

He came into the drive way. I was watching for him. He came up on the porch and he came right in and I put my hand on my hip and joked “Where’s the Champaign?” He said Darn, I knew I forgot something. We laughed. I told him to make himself home and feel free to look where he had been earlier putting the phone in. He Anadolu yakası travesti walked off toward the kitchen and I started towards my bedroom. I told him I had to pee so look where he wanted to. I went into the bathroom, left the door open and I slipped my shorts down to my ankles standing there with my back to the door. I started pissing. I heard him come into the bedroom and he said “I hadn’t looked too good in here,” then he stopped at the door. I could tell he was checking me out. He asked if I minded if he took a piss too? I told him NO, come on. He came in and walked to the other side of the toilet and went right to his zipper.

He pulled out a very nice cock and shook it to get all the hair and skin moved out of the way and he skinned it back and showed a very big Dick head to me. We both just stood there pissing. He told me again he thought I looked nice. I asked him if he had planned this and he said no but he thought it would be a great idea if we could just enjoy each other bodies. He said he hardly ever did this kinda thing before but he was just very attracted to me. I told him I thought the attraction was mutual but I wanted him to be very discrete about this. He promised.

I stepped out of my shorts and went and stood by my bed right outside the bathroom. I watched him as he struggled at first to get out of his boots and then slip his overalls off. He walked over to me and stood close. I was looking down at our dicks and his dick head started touching mine. He moved his hand down and pulled his dick taunt and moved my dick more with it. I started getting harder and I put my hand down to my dick and I started pressing my dick back at his. He stepped a little closer and I placed my hand around both our shafts and started jacking us off. Kind of slowly. I put his dick on top so I could watch it. I bent forward and let some spit drip from my mouth onto our dicks. I rubbed the spit over both our dicks.

I glanced up at him and I blushed. He said “This feels so wonderful. You have a great dick.’ I wasn’t into kissing or anything like that but I did lean forward and I started sucking his nipple and nibbling on it. Then I went to the other one and did the same thing to it. He said “You are doing great” then he put his hand on my shoulder and sort of pushed gently to let me know to sit on the bed. I sat on the edge and he stepped in front of me and used his hand to guide his dick toward my mouth. He put his other hand behind my neck and gently pulled me forward. I opened my mouth and let as much Bursa Travesti of his dick go into my mouth as I could then I started sucking back and forth on it.

I put my hands on the front of his thighs and gently started touching there. I moved my left hand up to his dick shaft and pulled his skin back to make it slicker and hard when I sucked him. And I sucked him some more…lol. I started playing with him by letting my mouth POP off his dick head and make popping noises. Then he pulled my head back over to his dick and he started jacking off in my mouth. I knew he was fixing to cum in my mouth but I made no effort to pull back. He did have me snugly pulled up to him. My mouth was especially juicy so I started sticking my tongue out of my mouth and let it lick his shaft and it allowed more of his dick into my mouth.

The phone man came in my mouth after probably 5 minutes of sucking. He came a bunch. It didn’t leak out the corners of my mouth or nothing but I did have busy task of swallowing all his come for him. Which I did. Right there at the end…when his orgasm was about over, he asked me to stop sucking up and down and just stay there and not move. I did. I just keep swallowing cause I could feel it coming out. Then when he stopped coming he started jacking off some more in my mouth. Some more cum came out and I swallowed it to. He was cleaning his dick up. I enjoyed it. Being able to suck and lick a big dick like that. I just sat there with his hand still behind my neck with that gentle feeling.

He started pulling out but I clamped down on his dick playfully and started sucking some more. He tugged back and I made a loud Popping sucking noise when my mouth slipped off his dick head. His dick came back at me and I made a quick move toward his head and started sucking it like more..more..more.

Even when he went soft he had a big dick. He told me he had to go. I said ok. I followed him into the bath room and I actually got on my knees and sucked him while he was putting his overalls on. He laughed. I made him leave his dick out and I sucked him while he was putting his boots on. I was on my hands and knees buck naked on the floor of my bathroom sucking a man. He put his suspenders over his shoulders and I playfully pulled his dick back out of his pants and I started sucking him more. He laughed at me and moved toward the door. He turned and was backing toward the front door. I was on my hands and knees following him. When he got to the front door I started sucking him again. I pulled my self up closer to him and hunched his legs and sucked hard on his dick. He started getting a hard on again…and I said OK. you can leave. And I stood up.

He laughed and put his dick in his pants and walked out and off the porch. Needless to say I get a lot of calls from the phone man. He comes over a lot now.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

All characters are over 18.

*

The referee blew his whistle and just like that the game was over. We won. It was only the university community team, but still. My friend Bruno jumped and screamed and the few people on the university’s gymnasium also cheered, but I didn’t feel quite happy… Why was that? Oh, right. Because my leg hurt.

I had been on the receiving end of a foul play and kept playing, but the pain was very real. I limped towards the lateral of the camp, smiling so my friend Bruno who had a worried face didn’t worry too much. Bruno was tall, more built than me because I preferred soccer over gym, his dark hair was short and messy, and he claimed that he liked the messiness because it helped hide his big ears.

His friend was there too, Alfredo, and he had no worries for me, and only wore his usual disgusted-with-the-world face. Looking at both of them, they seemed very much alike, except Alfredo was blond, less built and more uptight, I didn’t like him very much, but lately our relationship had worsened for no reason that I could point with exactness. What was he doing here?

“Nice game, Julio,” Bruno said, when I reached them. I passed the iron bars that surrounded the arena. People were already leaving the gymnasium.

“As always,” I said, smiling. But my smile died when Alfredo, next to him, grunted provocatively. I stared at him, but said nothing. “So, let’s go? My leg is a bit sore, I think I need to lay down and rest.”

“Yeah, man. Come on.”

“Great,” Alfredo said. I didn’t know what his problem was. I didn’t ask, but my patience was wearying thin.

With my blood running cold now, the pain on my leg seemed to intensify, and so did my limping. Bruno asked if he could help me, but I refused. We left the gymnasium to the cold wind of night, and people talking loudly.

We walked in silence towards Bruno’s car. He was giving me a lift to his apartment where I was crashing. He was a rich boy, but he liked me and said that I was his roommate so I wouldn’t complain.

I still didn’t know why Alfredo was here, though.

I went automatically to the front seat because Bruno was always driving me everywhere, and I was always on the front seat with him.

“Seriously?” That was Alfredo.

I stopped, hand still on the handle and faced him. “I’m going on the front.”

I smiled, seriously confused about this sudden tantrum.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Uh, no.” Alfredo came at me as if ready to a fight. I was so shocked that I just stared.

“Alfredo, what’s wrong with you?” Bruno said. Alfredo unlocked his gaze from mine and his features softened when he turned to Bruno.

“We’re already late to our… to the show. You still want to take this guy home?”

“I told him I would!”

“He can grab a bus.”

“You didn’t told me it was going to be a problem, Bruno” I said. The situation made me uncomfortable and also very angry. Bruno looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Julio, it’s no problem. Get in. You’re going on the front.”

I looked at Alfredo then, and his face showed a range of emotions from outrage to hurt. I still felt like his tantrum had been too much and asked myself if he hated me that much. Apparently he did.

But I got in on the front seat and after a few moments of waiting, Alfredo got on the back, not trying to hide his anger when he closed the door. Bruno turned on the engine, and the silence reigned for a few roads.

The pain in my leg eased with the comfort of sitting so I made the mistake of trying to check how bad it was. I lifted my shorts and touched the area where the right foot of the opponent had scrapped. Bad, bad mistake.

“Damn” I said aloud.

“What?” Bruno asked.

“That dude got me hard right here,” I said, pointing to the area right on the side of my leg above the knee and below my crotch.

“That fowl on the second half?” he said, while driving. “I saw that. But you kept playing, I thought you were fine.”

“Fine my ass,” I said.

“Crybaby,” he said. I smiled, trying not to show that I actually wanted to cry.

“Great,” Alfredo said behind us. “By all means, take your time. We already lost half the show.”

Bruno sighed. The uncomfortable silence came back like an itch. I looked outside the window trying to ignore but Alfredo kept pushing.

“He could just grab a bus and let us go, we still have time, Bruno.”

I had enough.

“Alright, stop the car, man. I can grab a bus.”

“What, no!” Bruno raised his voice. “Alfredo, for God’s sake, stop being such a pain in the ass.” It was rare to see Bruno so angry, so I was a bit amazed. “I said I was driving him, so I’m driving him. You,” he said to me, “will stay.”

“All right, chill man. I don’t want to ruin your plans.”

“You’re not.”

“Yes, he is. Yes, you are.” Alfredo’s voice was subdued.

At that moment I wanted to be anywhere else but there with him. I didn’t like him, but he hated me. It was clear. I couldn’t think of anything that I did to him. I was thankful that Bruno was defending me, but I would rather Bağdat caddesi travesti leave instead of hearing this crazy dude say those things to me.

“What the hell is your problem?” I said, turning around.

“Right now, it’s you!”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Bruno said. “You know what…” He stopped the car, and with a burning face, I was ready to leave. But Bruno grabbed my hand. “Not you. Alfredo, get out.”

“What?” Alfredo said. “You kidding, right?”

Bruno looked back at him. He seemed troubled but still angry. And Alfredo’s voice carried an air of pure incredulity.

“You’re acting crazy,” Bruno said. Fucking right. I tried to look away to hide my happy face for what he was doing for me. Bruno and Alfredo had been friends way longer than me and Bruno, so it was nice to see that we had made a connection and he was choosing me instead of the weird playboy.

“You know what?” Alfredo said. “Fine.” He seemed hurt, and I felt a pang of pity for the guy. But then I remembered how umcomfortable he made the whole situation. It was his own fault.

Alfredo left the car and Bruno started it, then left. I was actually surprised to see that he really left the guy behind. It was a crowded street but still, damn.

Bruno was intensely driving and didn’t look at me, but I could see that he was breathing hard and his lips trembled a bit, so leaving his friend behind did shake him up.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know what I did to him. Dude treat me like I’m a cockroach.” I smiled but inside I was still trying to understand what I had done.

“Don’t apologize. I don’t get him either sometimes.”

“You’re gonna miss your show.”

Bruno looked at me and shrugged.

“I don’t feel like going now.”

“Yeah, I get it. Then we could just watch some movie before I hit the bed and never wake up again.”

Bruno smiled, and nodded.

“Sure. But I don’t think you’re gonna keep that promise.”

“After what you did? I’m all yours.”

Bruno looked sharply at me, then cleared his throat.

“It was nothing. He had no right to treat you that way.”

It was good to know I had a true friend to count on. Bruno was a rich dude, but he didn’t treat me like less and accepting me at his place had been a great relief in every aspect of my academic life. I took his words to heart, and tried to forget the anguish that his friend’s attitudes made me feel.

When we got to the apartment, I limped all the way to the shower and cleaned myself. Then Bruno made us some popcorn and found a movie to watch. I noticed that he was ignoring some phone calls and I knew instantly who it was. I mean, dude is annoying. I didn’t know why Bruno, who was such a nice guy, had such a pain in the ass friend.

We ate, talked and watched together. And at the end of the movie, I decided that my rest could wait. So Bruno chose another one. When he got up to make us some more popcorn, I tried to move to find a better position for my leg that still throbbed. Bruno came back and saw my pained face.

“Is it that bad?”

“Nah, I’m a wuss,” I said.

Bruno nodded. “If it’s just muscle pains then I could help.”

“How?”

“A massage.”

I stared at him. “You want to give me a massage here?” I pointed, and Bruno laughed.

“Jesus, are you afraid of what? Anyway, it was just suggestion.” He sat down again. And although I smiled at his words, I kept thinking that a massage wouldn’t be too bad, even if a little weird. Bruno was on med.

“How would this massage work?” I asked curiously. Bruno couldn’t stop grinning which made me feel a little silly. He must have thought that I was really afraid, and that only made me want to prove that I wasn’t.

“You put your leg here on my lap, and relax.” He moved to the side of my pained leg, and pulled it on top of him, so I had to twist myself a little on the couch. His hands touched lightly on my leg, on top of my shorts, and I felt weirded out again, but hid it. “It might hurt at first, I’ll try to come from the sides and then we focus on the main area.” His hands started working. After a while, I forgot that I ever thought it was weird. He had magic hands. So I watched the movie and let him do his thing. I was kind of ashamed for my first reaction to this. He must have thought I was a very insecure guy.

“Listen” he said. “I’m going to raise your shorts a little, but don’t panic.”

“Fuck you, Bruno.”

Bruno laughed. “Don’t worry, this stays between us. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Fuck you!” I said again. But I was laughing too. He did raise my shorts and then his hands were touching my skin, strongly, pulling and pushing and grabbing. I closed my eyes for a while, and then…

“Hey, Julio. Julio, wake up.”

I had fallen asleep. Bruno was standing up over me.

“Go to your room, man. You’re too tired.”

“Sure, yeah, sure. Thanks, man. For the massage.”

Bruno’s face reddened and he just nodded.

“Yeah, well. I finished. I’m going, alright?” He walked away and then I heard his bedroom door closing. Bostancı travesti I limped to my own room and realized the the pain had lessened considerably. Tomorrow I would thank him again.

I dreamed of Bruno that night, that he was massaging me again, but we were both naked and on a bed instead. I woke up ashamed and very relieved to realize it had been just a dream.

I waited a bit just so the evidence of my dream slowly got smaller, and relaxed. Dreams were weird. But the pain on my leg had gotten better, so it was on my mind, after my morning hygiene, to thank Bruno.

I heard noises on the kitchen and assumed it was him, who else could it be?

“Hey,” I said. Bruno turned around. “Thank you again for the massage, my leg feels damn fine now.”

Bruno just looked to the side with a regretful look, as if avoiding me. But his stare seemed too lingering and guilty, so I passed through the door and finally saw that he was not alone. Alfredo’s face was red and he looked at Bruno accusingly, coldly.

“You massaged him?” he laughed. “You fucking gave him a massage, that’s why you left me?”

“So what?” I said.

“Are you a fag?” he said to me.

I jumped on him, my right fist was about to meet his face when I felt Bruno pulling me away. He had been fast.

“Enough. Both of you. I’m tired of this. Wait, Alfredo…” Bruno let me go and ran after Alfredo, who had stormed off without saying another word.

Although my blood still boiled, I began to come to my senses. Once again, I felt like I was missing something. And I couldn’t believe he had called me a fag just because of a fucking massage, I mean, sure I had felt a bit insecure the night before, but then it had been just a massage that had helped me a lot, I would do it again.

I was really angry, and the fact that I had just woken up from a weird dream made everything even more surreal. I pressed my hands on the table and breathed long and deep breaths. Bruno returned not long after. Alfredo wasn’t with him.

“What the hell, Bruno? Did you hear him? What is wrong with that dude? Why are you his friend?”

Bruno just shrugged, which infuriated me.

“He’s seriously fucked up!”

“It was you who jumped on him just because he called you fag!”

I must have appeared really surprised because Bruno quickly recomposed himself and used both his hands to make calming gestures in the air.

“Sorry. I’m just done with both you for now.”

I was speechless for a few moments.

“Seriously? He has done nothing but provoke me. And he called me a fag because you gave me a massage!”

“So what?”

“So what? I’m not…” I stared at him, a bit nervous now, remembering the dream. I was afraid he could know what I had been dreaming just by looking at me.

“It was a bit weird. That’s it. That’s why we agreed not to tell anyone. As you said, he doesn’t like you and jumped at an opportunity to make you angry. And you fell for it.” Bruno turned around after speaking quickly.

Stung by his words, I lowered my head, at a loss again of what to say. Sometimes I could be really slow.

“I’m not gonna stand by as he offends me, Bruno. Tell him that.”

“Fine,” he said, dryly.

“Fine.”

I turned around and left.

That day I decided to use the bus to go to the university, so I didn’t see Bruno the whole day, and with each passing minute, I felt really bad, and childish. His friend didn’t like me, but he did, and I liked him. He was a good friend, and I should strive more to make the situation okay.

I was leaving the last of my classes that day, it was late afternoon, and the sun was almost gone, when I was walking by the campus sidewalk and I saw Alfredo coming in my direction. I knew it was going to be trouble.

“Look, man. I’m sorry for whatever I did to you…” He didn’t let me finish.

“And what did you do, huh?” He came really close, defyingly asking for a fight, and although I puffed my chest to press against his, I didn’t give it to him. He was thinner than me, but still very well built. “Why don’t you tell me what you did, you coward?”

I remembered what Bruno said, that he was baiting me and didn’t fall for it. But almost. I really didn’t enjoy being called a coward or a fag, he better learn that quickly.

“I don’t know what you think I did…”

Again he interrupted me.

“I think you let my boyfriend give you a massage because you want to take him away from me.”

“You’re crazy, I… wait what?”

“I know your game. So you better tell me now, or I’ll get it out of you.”

The world buzzed around me. I looked straight into Alfredo’s eyes and then it hit me. It hit me, but I still found it hard to believe, like impossible.

“Did you say boyfriend?” I said.

Alfredo seemed to finally understand something, because he calmed himself, and then assumed a fearful expression, his eyes got a bit bigger, and his lips wetter.

“I didn’t.”

“You did. You and Bruno… You two are…”

“We’re friends,” he said, with some desperation. Kartal travesti

“Oh god, I let him touch me,” I said. “Oh god.”

“Wait, no,” Now Alfredo didn’t hide his fear. “This has nothing to do with Bruno all right. How about we just forget this, huh?”

I stared at his blue eyes for a moment, and it was enough to make him get away from me. I turned around, I needed something to drink, something strong. Everything was so wrong.

Then an arm pulled me strongly. I shoved him aside. Alfredo came again.

“Listen, it’s all my fault. You can’t hurt Bruno, don’t say anything to him. He is your friend.”

“He’s not my friend,” I said. “He’s a creep.”

“No. He’s not.” Alfredo was getting close, as if still looking for a fight.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You can’t hurt him.”

“I won’t hurt him, you idiot.”

“Yes, you will. You will say hurtful things. Please, don’t. It was my fault. Hurt me, come on. Come on.” He pushed me, over and over. The anger in me grew uncontrollably until I punched him finally. He didn’t just accept it, and used his fist on me too, so our bodies were just a mess rolling on the ground. I knew though that that fight was something I would deeply regret. I didn’t want hurt anyone. I was just really angry. So we fought for I don’t know how long, until we were separated by a officer who worked at the campus.

We were held down at the police station, side by side, until things were cleared. There was a moment when we were alone, sitting on chairs next to each other, that Alfredo pleaded once again.

“Don’t say anything. I was just jealous. I wasn’t thinking.”

I looked at him, and his face wasn’t that bad. I guess neither of us really gave our full selves into the fight.

Funny enough, but not surprising, the person who came to pick up both of us much later was Bruno himself. He looked worried sick and asked us a million questions at once. It was so very late. The night wind, cold and colder. I interrupted his questions.

“Bruno, it was my fault. It was as you said, I’m too hot headed, and I’m sorry.”

Both Bruno and Alfredo looked at me sharply.

I kept going.

“But we had time to talk now, and we’re fine. No grudges.”

“Really?” The incredulity on his voice was comical.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Alfredo said. He smiled at me. I turned away and walked towards Bruno car. That time, I went for the back seat.

It was funny how all of Bruno’s mannerisms showed his true colors. It was right in front of me. He left Alfredo at his place first. The way they talked, they looked like boyfriends. God… But I was so stupid.

Now I couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid dream. Why the hell had I dreamed that shit?

Still, though. With a clear head, after the shock had somewhat passed, I still remembered that Bruno was my friend. We had had some good moments. And he had helped a lot. And his massage had been very effective.

It didn’t stop me wonder, though, what was he thinking about as he lifted my shorts and grabbed me by the leg. It must have turned him on. Like I get turned on by girls when they come too close on a dance, or sit on my lap at a party. Was Alfredo right on being jealous? Was Bruno into me?

He looked at me then, from the front seat.

“You really okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Must’ve been an ugly fight.”

“Nah, you should see the other guy. Wait…”

Bruno laughed out loud. It hadn’t been that funny. Still, I smiled back, because it felt good to be appreciated. No. I couldn’t hate Bruno.

“I’m glad you and Alfredo are cool, though,” he said, and I believed him a hundred percent.

“Hey, listen. I know his reaction has been weird, but since we’re cool now… I was thinking, you know, after that first time, my leg felt better, and you really eased the pain…”

“From the massage?”

“Yeah…” I said. “I know it’s weird but, maybe just a quick one, you know. It felt really good.”

The silence stretched for so long that I thought I had been wrong about everything. But then, Bruno cleared his throat.

“Sure, man, no problem.”

As Bruno’s voice turned into a more hoarse version, so did mine.

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

I felt as if I was letting some wind carry me through a path that was too scary to think about. I was about to say that I had changed my mind, though, and that I didn’t want another massage after all, when I noticed something.

The car was faster than ever.

The first thing I did was to take a shower. I had to clean myself from all the dirt and a little blood, but I also wanted a moment to myself, to think, maybe remember that I wasn’t the type of person to take advantage of a friend, or even that I wanted to, I mean, he was a guy!

But it’s okay. It’s just a test to see if he was into me. Let’s see how hard I can push.

The idea of getting intimate with Bruno should’ve made me throw up. It should. I put on a shorts, smaller than usual, and positioned my cock and balls inside of my underwear just so it would make a huge bulge. I was getting ready for war, and my blood was running hot.

Bruno watched me get out of the bathroom, and then he went in to shower himself. I grew more self-conscious of my small shorts after the way he stared. It hadn’t been too obvious, and it was quick, but I still noticed.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I once fantasized about sucking off a cross-country team. That morphed into this story set in a dystopian future.

Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle.

===========

The problem with choosing the full marathon is the wait, Chd thought to himself. Worse, if you want a good spot along the bar, you had to get there early. He was ready and waiting a good twenty-minutes before the first runner could realistically be expected. His wife had chosen the 10K race. He had no doubt she was already enjoying herself, while he knelt here, cock and balls aching with a thirst for cum that was slaked only twice a year. Even though he’d arrived early, he’d not been the first. He looked up and down the row. There were four others on this bench, and there were six benches, three lining each side of the wide path leading from the finish line. Even if the runners bunched up, no one would have to wait very long. He shifted his weight. The padding was comfortable enough but, comfortable or not, twenty minutes of kneeling and you got a bit stiff. He kept his hands away from his cock. You cum, you’re done. He tried to recall how many runners were in this group, one-fifty, two hundred? He told himself to relax. There would be plenty of cock to go around. It was theoretically possible to get none and for someone else to get it all but that was unlikely. He usually did well, garnering more than his share. The record, official record anyway, for the greatest number of blowjobs in one setting was still a woman, a century ago, who blew 249 cocks in 14 hours. It pissed him off that his wife took great delight in the fact the blow job record was still held by a woman. Chd had no interest in blowing 249 cocks. A dozen or so would hold him and even then, his jaw would be aching.

He rested his elbows on the padded railing and leaned out to look down the road leading to the finish line. Nothing. It never crossed his mind that the structure he knelt on, and rested his elbows on, looked very much like a communion rail. He’d never heard of communion. There’d still be a wait after the first runner crossed. The runners usually need some time to cool down first and when he was ready, there was no guarantee he’d choose Chd. Despite his early arrival at the Greater Cincinnati Marathon Cock Sucking Station No. 2, GCMCSS2 for short, he was second in line on the second bench. It was possible the first six runners would simply shove their cocks in the first six open mouths. Fuck, it was worse than that, he realized, there were the three benches across the way. He shook his head, determined not to be so negative. A runner didn’t go to who was first in line, he went to the person he wanted to suck his dick. He took a drink of water, then swished TruSpit around inside his mouth to re-lubricate it.

He leaned forward. Nothing.

Damn. It had been six months. This was only the third time he and Ls had signed up. They’d been hesitant, not that they hadn’t had plenty of other partners but not so many all at once and not while a Holo-Vid was being live streamed all over the solar system. Vaccinations for HIV, herpes, and the ability to produce antibiotics tailored to whatever strain of clap, chlamydia, chancroid or syph you’d picked up, had allowed humanity to go back to what it was best at – fucking. Well, it was better at killing but that was a thing of the past. Fucking had moved into first place.

The sex runs were organized by geographic sector. There was one every week, somewhere. Even if he and Ls had the credits, travel was not allowed for these events. Every sector had more than enough runners and those that wanted to pleasure them. Gay. Bi. Straight. Group. Runners and fans were matched by preference. It wasn’t just blow jobs. Ls would walk gingerly after her afternoon at one of the “Three Holes, No Waiting” stations. He looked forward to hooking up with her afterward, almost as much as he did sucking some cock, nice sweaty cock. She’d be leaking cum and he’d have enough appetite to clean her up properly before fucking her. Many of his compatriots would do the same. Relatively few of them would jerk off along the benches. Most would suck their fill of cocks and then go back to husbands and wives for their real satisfaction. He wouldn’t be making love to anyone except his wife this afternoon. He wasn’t here for love. He was here for lust – and cock.

Before then, however, he wanted nothing more than to drown in sea of cock, sweat, and cum.

The line of naked men, tall, skinny, overweight, buff, dark, pale, bald, and pony-tailed across the path from him stirred. He followed their gaze and his pulse quickened. Here they came. Now that the runners were coming he’d make them cum. He smiled at his silent joke.

Not surprisingly, the runners were tall, or at least looked tall, and rather gangly. Chd wasn’t worried. Skinny dudes usually have huge dicks, not that it mattered. What mattered to him was for the skinny dudes to have balls full of cum. He was essentially straight. His bi side consisted almost Travesti entirely of being a cum slut. He didn’t fuck men, or get fucked by them. He wasn’t interested in getting blown by a man, either. His obsession was the sucking of hard cock and being rewarded with cum, in his mouth, on his face, in his hair, on his chest. That, and sweat. He’d lick sweat off taut abs, dip it out of belly buttons with the dip of his tongue, lick it off the side of panting chests. Cum. Sweat. Give him the smell of a man’s crotch, his pits, running with sweat and a hard, spurting cock in his mouth and he’d be in heaven.

The first runner crossed the line and now the torment of waiting increased an order of magnitude. The runner would walk back and forth, cooling down for who knew how long before continuing up the path and selecting someone. Chd kept his eyes glued to the man’s running shorts, watching for any sway, any hint of what lay underneath the thin, sweat-soaked (fuck yeah) material.

There were a half a dozen men now walking, leaning on their knees, drinking the offered water. Still, no one had started up the path that lead to the benches lined up in the shade of the trees.

He perked up. Finally, someone was heading toward them. Chd licked his lips at the sway in the man’s shorts. He was razor thin, skin dark and glistening like a wet dark chocolate bar. He went straight to an older, rotund bald man across the way. Chd wondered if they knew each other. Probably not; that would be against the rules. The dude probably had a thing for older, bald, out of shape, white guys that wanted to suck a black cock. Chd was torn between trying to get a glimpse of said cock and watching as other runners continued to arrive. The runner already had a hand on top of the bald head, which was bobbing up and down. Well, fuck, maybe after the runner busted a nut, he’d manage to catch a glimpse of his sweat and cum-shined cock. Most of the runners would leave here with only their shoes. The cock sucking fans and fanatics would be awarded most of the jerseys and shorts. There are no number tags. The runners were tracked, as were all citizens, by the transponder implanted at birth.

A pair of legs stopped in front of him. The man’s body glistened with sweat. The shorts were lime green. Chd pulled them down and leaned over the bar, tilting his head to one side and scooping up the soft cock with his mouth. He’d learned to start with the cock. You wanted to be clear you’re a cum pig first and sweat hog second. You start right off licking sweat or sucking at pits and you’d lose some guys. Even guys that dig that shit mostly wanted their dicks sucked. So, suck it. Simple enough.

Lime Green’s dick was still soft. It was easy for Chd to take it all, to swallow that salty, sweaty cock and bury his nose in the sweat soak pubes. He held the cock in his mouth and inhaled. Chd’s brain was overloaded with the deep, earthy musk of Lime Green’s crotch. He pulled his mouth back, held the base of the now lengthening piece of man meat in his mouth, and began to work it with his mouth and tongue. Lime Green’s cock got longer, fatter, and harder with every movement of his head. He was glad he’d taken all the soft cock in his mouth. He was pretty good at sucking cock but he could barely get the crown of the now rock-hard monster past his lips.

He slid his lips down one side of the beast and took advantage of the opportunity to push his nose into the man’s pubes again. He turned his face into the crease between the dude’s ball sack and upper thigh and licked and inhaled. Salt. Musk. Heaven. He caressed the cock with his lips and tongue as he made his way home to the bulbous head. He used both hands to milk the pre-cum from the shaft onto his tongue. He trapped the foreskin between his lips and worked his tongue under it. He tongue-swirled the crown a few times before dragging his wet mouth down the other side of the shaft. He buried his face next to the ball sack and began to lick. He turned his head, sucked one of the man’s large balls into his mouth, tugged softly, slowly, released it, and sucked the other into his mouth. Then a slow journey back up the shaft, now covered in spit and sweat and slick enough to really stroke, to the head.

Chd engulfed the head and popped in in and out of his mouth rapidly, as both his hands stroked the monster cock. The runner grabbed his head and held it there. He jerked his cock forward, in rhythm with Chd’s strokes. He gagged but when he pulled back, the hands let him. He forced his head forward, working his mouth around the enormous dick until he started to gag again. He waited, breathed, pushed harder. Even doing his best, he could get no more than a third of the cock down his throat.

“Fuck, man, what a fucking cock, damn,” Chd said, cock against his cheek, smiling up. Lime Green flashed him a smile. Everyone had perfect teeth now but the smile was nice, nonetheless.

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.” The smile faded. “Now suck it, bitch. Suck my fat cock. İstanbul Travesti I’m tired. My legs and ass ache. I want to dump a load down your throat and go lay down and sleep for about a day. Suck it.”

“No,” Chd growled. “Fuck it. Fuck my mouth.”

He wrapped his hands around Lime Green’s dick and wrapped his lips around the head. Hands clutched at his head. Lime Green did as he was asked. He fucked Chd’s mouth. Chd kept his lips tight and used his tongue as best he could on the crown, but mostly he did his best to turn his mouth and throat into a cunt.

He gagged, hot water filled his mouth. He could feel slime and spit flowing over his chin, some landed on his chest, some on his aching cock, some on the top of his legs. Lime Green’s breathing became ragged, his thrusts slower, shorter.

“Argh, fuck!” Lime Green screamed into the sky and filled Chd’s mouth with jizz. Chd swallowed greedily, still there was just too much. When Lime Green finally pulled his cock out of Chd’s mouth, he took hold of it, used it to wiped his spunk off Chd’s chin and shoved his dick back into his mouth.

Lime Green stepped out of his running shorts. He lifted them with one foot.

“Want ’em?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Chd replied.

“No, thank you, fucking awesome, one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever gotten. I hope my girlfriend is watching, maybe she’ll pick up a few tips.” He waved, a bizarre half-wave, hip high and walked away. He had a great looking ass but Chd was not into fucking guys.

“You need a break?”

The runner asking already had his red shorts draped over one shoulder and was stroking his cock.

“Gimme that dick, my friend.”

Red Shorts stepped up to the bar just as the man next to Chd, moaned, “Fuck yeah,” and turned his face heavenward for a facial.

“Oh man, that’s hot,” Red Shorts sighed, shaking his head in wonder.

“First time?”

Red Shorts looked back at Chd and nodded. He looked to be in his early twenties.

“You want to do that? Cum on my face?”

“Is that cool?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Chd chuckled. “You want me to suck you or do you want to just jerk off on my face?”

“Oh, wow, I mean, fuck. No, suck my dick, too.”

Chd stood and leaned against the bar. Red Shorts looked confused until Chd extended his tongue and lapped up a rivulet of sweat running down Red Shorts’ side. Both men moaned. Chd licked around the right nipple. He nudged Red Shorts’ right arm up with his nose and buried his face in the armpit, tongue darting and questing.

“Fuck, man, I’m usually fucking ticklish but fuck,” Red Shorts muttered. Chd leaned to the other side, the man twisted and raised his left arm. Chd continued to wash him with his tongue. In the end, he rubbed his face back and forth, eyes closed in the sweaty armpit, covering himself in Red Shorts’ scent.

“Jesus, fuck, dude, you got it bad, huh? You fucking love this shit.”

“Let me show you.”

Red Shorts had a decent, respectable cock, cut – unusual though Chd had read it was coming back, not as a religious rite but as a fad. To each his own. It was a decent, respectable cock but well within Chd’s ability to deep throat. He swallowed that cock and pressed his forehead and nose into the smooth, shaved belly. He went to work, sucking, stroking, deep throating. He wanted Red Shorts’ cum on his face, and quickly; there were more and more runners milling around, stroking their dicks, scanning the rows of lined-up cock suckers.

“I’m gonna shoot.”

Chd pulled back and let go of the cock. Red Shorts grabbed his dick and began to beat it. As always, despite having steeled himself for it, the first eruption caused Chd to jump. It landed on his cheek and hair. The next was on the side of his face and chin. He opened his mouth. Red Shorts put the head of his cock on the top of Chd’s outstretched tongue and kept jerking, kept spraying his load over the waiting mouth and eager face.

Chd was shocked when the guy leaned over and began to hungrily kiss him, sucking at his tongue and licking his cheek. He wasn’t entirely sure this was allowed but none of the officials seemed concerned. Chd wasn’t into being kissed by a man. He told himself he wasn’t really being kissed by a man as much as he had a man eating cum off his face and out of his mouth. Regardless, he was sure Ls would not like it. He pulled away. He smiled to soften the blow.

“Oh, man, that was amazing. Fucking amazing. Are you here for every race?”

“Depends on work, you know.” Chd was not interested in repeat business. He wanted cum, not new friends. Besides, the authorities frowned on relationships arising from the runs. The runs were for entertainment and for release not for hooking up.

“Cool, uh, thanks, man, really.” He tossed the red shorts and Chd snagged them out of the air and dropped them atop the lime green ones.

“You interested in a double? My buddy and me?”

“The more the merrier. Mind if I sniff Ankara Travesti and lick your pits and balls first?”

The first man looked at the second one and said, “I hope you’re having fun. What do ya say?” The second man shrugged and lifted his left arm. Chd stood and leaned over the bar. The dude grabbed his head and shoved Chd’s face into his armpit. Chd pulled back.

“Too rough?” “Okay. You can put your hand in my hair, even squeeze and guide a little but nothing too rough or too hard. S-n-M is a different race.”

The dude looked embarrassed. Chd smiled. “No worries, friend, just communicating.” With that, he buried his face in the offered pit. There were still plenty of runners and Chd was happy to have a twofer but, like the runners, he paced himself. Before long he was back on his knees, the heads of two cocks in his mouth. They alternated. He sucked one, then the other, then both. The second man came first. Chd opened his mouth so his buddy could watch his friend fill his mouth with sperm. He hoped the Holo-Vid would get a good close-up. Ls would go nuts when she saw. He’d read that the new transponders might include a camera. If you so desired, you could turn on the camera and anyone who wished would be afforded a POV of your life. The authorities would, of course, monitor all the feeds, as they did the transponder data. It was a question of safety, really.

Before he could swallow, the first man there began to unload. Chd turned his head and wrapped his lips around the erupting cock. The dude’s buddy, not quite finished spurting, deposited the last of his load on Chd’s neck and chest. They dropped their shorts, another red, and a blue pair, on top of pile beside Chd, and walked away, laughing, arms around each other’s shoulders.

Chd resisted the urge to wipe the cum off his face and chest and eat it. That was a task he would share with Ls later in the afternoon. Her gorgeous body would be slick with jizz. He’d taste it on her tongue, her tits, her cunt. And, she’d taste it on him. They’d bathe each other with their mouths and then have the hottest, most primal rutting sex they would have in the past six months. He could almost taste the mélange of flavors his tongue would find in her cunt. He forced himself to pull his mind away. If he came, even if he wasn’t touching himself, he’d be off the line. There were plenty of alternates behind him, eager for an open space at the bar.

He took the cock in front of his face in his mouth. He didn’t spend too much time sniffing. He enjoyed, craved, man musk but this dude had crossed the line from musk to funk a few days ago. His cock wasn’t too funky but Chd elected to forgo exploring under the foreskin. He sucked him off, in a highly professional, yet uninvolved fashion. The ungrateful fucker didn’t leave his jersey. Chd made a mental note to add one to the number of jerseys when he tallied up his total.

He spotted a younger-looking runner. He had to at least eighteen, there was no away around that rule. The kid was looking around, unsure. He knew the rules. Participation in the run was voluntary but once you signed up, you were in. Chd had to suck at least one cock and the runner had to let at least one dude suck his cock – to completion. Rules were rules. Chd found himself hoping desperately the kid wasn’t a Witness. Every year, a few signed up, in various categories and then would refuse to participate, protesting what they saw as the immorality of the events. The authorities didn’t care. They knew that they had plenty of viewers as interested in watching the Martyrdom channel as any of the sex channels. The mode of execution was always kept a secret.

“Come on, kid, come on, just let me suck your dick, you’ll enjoy it, God is dead, don’t do this,” Chd’s brain whispered over and over as his eyes watched the confused looking kid.

“Come on, come on…,” he whispered under his breath.

Chd hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until the kid began to walk toward him.

“Good race?”

The young man nodded.

“I’m guessing this is your first time running in a sex race?”

The dude nodded. He wasn’t wearing a jersey. He’s body was slim and smooth. His shorts were pale blue. It was against the rules to ask for, or to use, names.

“Hey, you know they don’t like a lot of chatting; it makes for bad Holo-Vid feeds. You look nervous but you do not want to try to leave here without cumming. You understand that, right?”

Chd rose as he spoke. Pale Blue nodded, swallowed, and licked his lips.

“Okay, let me take the lead then. Think about your girlfriend or boyfriend. Imagine you’re back in your cube, jerking off before the SnozMist hits you. I want you to shoot on my face. I don’t want there to be any questions you busted a load. Got it?” Chd whispered this in Pale Blue’s ear as his fingers ran up and down the valley of his six-pack. He wanted no one to hear his words.

He didn’t wait for an answer but turned his face and began to lick the sweat off Pale Blue’s chest, stopping to pay special attention to the small, but very hard, nipples. His hand trailed lower and pushed the pale blue shorts lower. Pale Blue was nervous but he was also young and Chd’s tongue, lips and teeth had done their job.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“Suresh…Suresh.” It was the shout of my father Gokulbhai. Today the parents of a girl came to my house with a marriage proposal and I denied once again, without any particular reason. Dad must be angry about this matter; I thought and descended to drawing room where he sat with a grave face. I took a seat nearby him.

“I can’t figure out why you’re rejecting every proposal,” he tried to say with calmness but his eyes reddened with anger.

“Dad, I wanna settle myself, then…”

“What type of settlement do you need? First you told me, I’m too young, too immature for marriage, while in our community many men your age are married and have children. Then you told me, I want to finish my study. After finishing study, you said after getting a good job. Suresh I won’t hear your pretext. The girls from reputable families slipped out of our hand. You know the parents today came, promised to give us large dowry.” Dad spoke so speedily, he hadn’t taken a single breathe.

“Dad, can’t we wait for some years?”

“Years? Are you mad? What answer will I give to our friends when they ask why your son is still unmarried at the age of twenty-two?” I couldn’t reply, but looked at my toes waiting for Dad to finish.

“Tell me right now. Do you want to marry or not?”

“Aaa…no” I gathered my all strength to utter the two letters.

“What…what am I hearing from my only son? How can our family tree grow without your marriage? Our Chosla family will vanish without any heir.”

“Can I go, dad?” I’m unable to sit anymore hearing this Dark Age’s lectures

“I don’t know on which bad day you’re conceived. After successive eight daughters, we prayed day and night the God to bestow us a son who would preserve our culture and our customs. Suresh…you…you’re ruining all my dreams.” And the tears emerged from the eyes. Today he was crying, a man who made others cry and heavy handed reign on our area. I should confess. My Dad is the Don of his area, the number one criminal. Many criminal cases were pending.

I left the drawing room and father’s baseless preaching. It was nine o’clock. I went to bed and tried to sleep. However my mind didn’t wish it. It was meditating, meditating and meditating. The voice especially “What answer will I give our friends when they ask why your son still unmarried?” He hadn’t any object regarding his black business or being a Mafioso. But if I ain’t married, it shamed him? I knew he was having a relationship with his one of the farmhouse’s female workers. When was his prestige this time? He always taunts my mother and calls her unattractive. How could she remain attractive after she conceived eight in less than nine years? My grand mother said, Dad had blighted her youth because, whenever she saw my mother, her womb always protruded with a foetus. My father only married her to produce an heir and to serve him like maid. My mind became void. I couldn’t think more and fell asleep

******

“Dad, I’ve made a decision to take part in spiritual retreat held by our Guru in Haridwar.” I said to him. We were having breakfast İzmir Travesti seating on the mat crossed legs, eating hot and fresh rottis served by mother. I didn’t remember when she had the chance to eat fresh breakfast, because she always ate after my dad finished.

“Good, but it starts by 25th and you’ve got five days. You won’t get reservation.”

“I’ll travel in General coach.”

“Why are you taking risk? Go in next retreat.”

“Nay, we’ve Diwali vacation in our company and it’s difficult to get leave in running days.”

“Then it’s your decision.” And I finished my breakfast and went in my room.

Dad was staunch follower of Shri Shri Kailashanand of Haridwar, where I’d decided to go. Our walls were flooded with his photos. Beams of light came from his different pictures and cupboards were chocked with his books. Dad wore many threads on his neck and wrist with special charm poured by Guru to protect Dad from many criminal cases. In fact, he was saved because of bribes; he had given to police and the judges to weaken his case. Dad donated twenty percent of his income of black business to his Guru’s trust every year, to remove the pot of sins from his head which he had been committing. Guru had this type of many devotees, which kept his bank balance very high like a multi millionaire businessmen. This was according to his unsatisfied disciples (who failed to grab high position in the Ashram.). Whenever I went there with my family, every year, I saw the guru had a bunch of specially imported extravagant cars. However, he could preach uncountabley for hours only on simplicity and austerity, with plenty of gold chin glittering on his bare fat chest and the fingers decorated with heavy gold rings.

******

I departed for Haridwar. As usual the train was deluged with people going for holidays in Diwali vacation or day laborers returning home to celebrate the festival with their family. The big numbers of people were pilgrims going to Haridwar and other religious cities.

I didn’t tell dad but I wanted to settle in the Ashram, strictly following the rules of a saint. I didn’t want the torture of Dad’s continuous pressure of marriage. The first day’s topic of retreat was ‘Celibacy’. It started at 9 am and ended 1 p.m. Shri Shri Kailashanad told the participants the importance of semen and how to preserve it by the control of mind. He spoke many benefits of this and what disadvantages it cause if we wasted it. Some things which I’ve remembered were,

“Celibacy is the wick to the lamp of wisdom, without which the flame of divine life will not be lit. House holders should lead a life of meditation and if they have already children, should observe Brahmacharya. The sensual enjoyments of life are pleasant at their commencement only. They turn bitter and unbearable at the end.”

At last I took an oath that I always observe celibacy until the last breath and would never masturbate. Then we took our meal. We’d free time after that so I walked down to the River Ganga. Here was a big rush to dip in holy river and Konya Travesti free themselves from sin.

I sat on the bank watching people bathe. I saw some middle aged men wearing only their underwear. My penis was becoming stiff. My mind was thinking to go in the river and thrust inside their chubby ass. Oh my God! What was I thinking? I felt the urge to rub. To leave this evil thoughts, I quickly left the river, and started chanting mantras which Shri Shri Kailashannd gave to conquer the senses, and strolled in the bazaar of Haridwar. In evening time, I returned to the ashram, took supper and went to my bed. I remembered the bare men dipping in the Ganga. I was losing the control of my senses, so I hurriedly set off chanting mantras, but to no effect. My hand moved, moved and moved near my penis. I desperately wanted to stop it, but couldn’t. Yes, I masturbated and broke the oath. After the ejaculation, my mind suddenly dwelt in the guilt. It felt like I’ve committed a serious crime. The guilt strengthened and I started crying over my inability to control myself. I sobbed, heavily sobbed. I heard the knock on my door. I wiped my eyes urgently and opened the door.

“Why are you crying? Have you got any difficulty?” said Saint Ramanand, wearing only loins, who was the incharge of the guest wing.

“Nothing serious. I’ve just remembered something,” and again the flow of tears began to roll down.

He hugged me and patted my back to offer his sympathy. His chubby hairy chest rubbed with my face and it stiffened my penis. He took me to the bed and laid there, caressing me and wiping my tears. How he was good to me! The seed of love sprouted in my heart, so I spread my hand around his back to melt in his affection. My crying was stopped. Slowly his one hand moved in my pants. He found my brief, but slipped inside it and at last he discovered his destination. His fingers were probing my asshole. Oh! I shivered in pleasure as he went deeper. I felt his penis tightening against me. He might unable to suffer more delay, so he removed his fingers from my hole and unbuttoned my shirt and pants. Then he untied his loins, and his penis sprang up. It was so hard with ruby red smooth skin and from it peeped out a moist pink head. It curved inside like mine, surrounded by curly black long pubic hair.

“Oh! I can’t wait more” he spoke softly and stretched out on his chest near me. I was perplexed, what was he doing?

“Lie on me and shove your cock inside,” he invited me widening his ass cheek with his two hands. I saw a deep black hole, surround by little hairs. I did and pushed my penis inside him. His ass was moving up and down to be filled.

“Fuck me deep, my boy…very deep,” he hissed

“Doesn’t is hurt you?” I feared to push more.

“No…it takes me to heaven.” I moved my penis inside until my nuts collided with his ass,

“Nice, so nice…! Now rub my cock with your hand.” Both his hands dangled free, off the bed. My hand seized his penis to jerk it. I began to move to and fro as I saw in gay videos. His penis was uncontrollable Antalya Travesti in my hand, like a trapped forest lion, making futile attempts to free itself. When I rubbed its top, his hole squeezed my throbbing penis.

“Oh god! Right there…right there.” He screamed so fiercely that nearby roommates might have heard it.

Pressure was building in both. I doubled my speed as my penis itching increased and I made him sex crazy.

“Yes! Fuck! Fuck!” he spat.

I was frenzied with pleasure and forgot every sorrow. He was rocking his head, eyes were closed forcefully and mouth was wide open with tension on his face. We both came in a gap of some seconds. His anus loaded with my white cum and his penis crammed my palm with his goo. I sniffed it nearing my palm to my nose

“Taste it, it’s so good” he said. I slurped it with my tongue, to taste it first time in my life. We changed our position and curled up each other like mating snakes. His hand still caressing my back and my face was experiencing his bare chest and my hands were patting his rough hairy fat thighs.

“How are you feeling?” he asked slowly fingering my hair.

“It’s indescribable…” I said rubbing my cheek on his torso.

“Was I good?”

“Yeah…yeah…too good. You let me do what I wished for years.”

“Oh…I’ll always.”

“Swamiji, I never want to leave you.” A tear appears in the corner of my eyes.

“Why can I? You can live here till you like…I adore you,” and he wiped my tear and kissed my forehead.

“Really? None have told me this before.” I couldn’t believe on my ears, were they listening right words?

“Hadn’t you had well past experience?”

“In my higher secondary school, I’d attracted towards my fried. I told him…and…and he spread in whole school that I’m gay and all students mocked me until I left the school, then I’ve never dared to propose” I spoke out with heavy heart. I didn’t want to produce the ripples of sadness on my serene heart but spoke out.

“Sorry…I didn’t intend to hurt you.” He might sense the strain on my face.

We didn’t speak a word for an hour, just feeling warm touches. When I looked in his eyes, I was bursting with love and care for me. He stretched out the blanket from the edge of the bed and covered two souls which had recently become one. I didn’t know when I drifted in sleep in his affectionate hug.

Second day in the morning, after finishing my daily activities, I headed towards public booth near the ashram. I dialled the number of my house. Ring was heard.

“Hullo,” it was the voice of dad.

“It’s Suresh,”

“Suresh! How are you? Did you like there.” He beamed with joy hearing his only son’s voice.

“Yes, and to the extent I love here that, Dad, I won’t return.” I spoke up.

“What?” his tone became shocking like a vicious serpent stung him. I suddenly hug up as I couldn’t want to hear anything more. I just wanted to convey my message. The pounds of weight removed from my head. A five hundred watt smile appeared on my face as I remembered; Saint Ramananda told me that he would organize the rituals after retreat to anoint me sainthood because we both needed each other to enjoy our remaining life every night.

******

I’m grateful to Bronzeage for his precious suggestions and editing it.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The builder’s office shouldn’t be dark at this time of day. True that the sun had set and it would have been dark in any event as the snow had begun to fall faster and was mounding up around the door. But Chet had made an appointment to deliver the plans for the Thornton’s new house to the builder, and Danny had promised to keep the office open for him. Chet had almost put the transaction off, as the funeral had only been yesterday, but the Thorntons were anxious to get past this phase and neither Danny nor Chet had wanted to give them second thoughts about the contract. Phil had been the front man for the building firm, while Danny had been the behind-the-scene organizer and schedule keeper. With Phil gone now, it was likely that the firm’s clients would be antsy about the business. Phil had been the outgoing one, the marketer, the glad-hander. There was no way that the clients would know that Danny had been the glue that held the business together, the engine that made it work. He was too young and reticent to make his mark while he stood, willingly, in the shadow of Phil.

Phil had been quite inconsiderate, Chet was thinking as he pushed the front door of the office and entered the empty, but still brightly lit reception room. A frosted white Christmas tree stood, a bit askew, on the top of the reception desk, a gold braided garland drooping down to the surface of the desk and its red balls reflecting light from the overheads back onto the glass front window. The tree lights were off; they’d been off since Friday—when it had happened. The tree lights were off just as starkly as the light of the firm was off.

Phil had been quite inconsiderate in Chet’s opinion at the moment because he’d chosen not only to die abruptly, without warning, but to do so between Christmas and New Years—on a Friday night. Danny, of course, hadn’t been any help. Chet and a few of the couple’s other friends had to step in and make all of the arrangements. And this wasn’t easy to do. Phil’s religion dictated he be interred immediately. But there had been no prior arrangements. Phil had been robust and fully alive, even though he was past fifty. Dying was the last thing either he or Danny had considered possible. They had been together—and inseparable—for nearly five years, ever since Danny graduated from college and joined Phil’s firm.

Chet felt a little put upon for all he had had to do over the past two days. But he had done it for Danny. He had wanted Danny from the day he had joined the firm. But Phil and Danny had made their connection even before that, and Chet had been forced to stand in the shadows, watching and wanting Danny, but not wanting to break into what Phil and Danny obviously had going for themselves.

Chet heard rustling from the back, where the private offices were, and he pushed open the door to the back corridor and moved, by instinct, past Danny’s office to the large corner office at the back, the one that Phil had ruled the firm from. The door was ajar and the room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp on the large mahogany executive desk that commanded the room, nearly centered on the lush Oriental rug.

Danny was slouched in Phil’s throne-like chair behind the desk, his arms hunched on the top of the desk and his forehead arced down. He had a sweater held up to his eyes and he was snuffling away. Chet recognized the sweater as one Phil liked to wear after the clients had departed and he was playing lord of the firm.

“Danny,” Chet said softly, wanting to warn his young friend of his presence, wanting to give Danny a moment to pull himself together. But Danny didn’t pull himself together. He continued to cry softly and rub the cashmere softness of the sweater on his eyelids.

Chet took this as a good sign. Danny had been stoic through the visitation and the funeral ceremony itself. Not that many knew that Phil and Danny were lovers and were living together. Phil’s family didn’t know it, and Danny had done all he could to give his lover that deniability beyond the grave. Chet was pleased and comforted that Danny didn’t keep up that pretense with him.

“Danny,” Chet repeated after he had sat down on the visitor’s chair on the other side of the desk, a chair that Phil had had made shorter than normal to put his clients and other visitors in their place relative to him. “Danny, I could come back later. But we’d arranged—”

“No, no,” Danny said in a small voice muffled by the sweater. “Go ahead and put the plans on the desk. I’ll have them delivered tomorrow. Madge and Tony are coming in. Madge had taken the holiday week off, but she volunteered to handle the phones. There have been a lot of calls . . . about Phil.”

“I’m sure there have been. It was a shock to us all. No one expected—”

“No, no one did,” Danny said. He put the sweater down, lovingly, almost reverently, on the desk, folding it as if he was going to put it back in the drawer. “I’m such a mess—”

“No one who knew about you and Phil would expect you to be any other way, Danny. It’s Kadıköy travesti OK.”

“No,” Danny said. “It’s that I’m being so . . . Goddam irrational and selfish.”

“Irrational? Selfish? I don’t follow,” Chet murmured. “It’s natural—”

“It’s natural, with Phil being dead, to wonder where my Christmas present is?” Danny asked. The vehemence in his voice showcased the depth of his despair and self-loathing.”

“What? Come again?” Chet asked. He was completely nonplused. Danny didn’t have a selfish bone in his body. He had done everything for Phil. The cooking, the washing, the shopping. All Phil had to do was the fucking.

For a moment Danny was speechless. What he had blurted out had certainly rendered Chet speechless. Danny began to wheeze, which prompted him to reach into his pocket, take out a small pill box, and struggle with it for a moment.

“Shit. Can’t get it open. Piece of crap. Been that way for weeks.” But then he did manage to get it open, with such force that pills spilled out over the desk top. Danny selected two, popped them in his mouth, and took a swig of water from a half-full glass. Then he cleared his throat and made another attempt to speak.

“I shouldn’t care, of course. It’s just the unfinished business of it all.” He stopped, gathering his thoughts.

“Go on,” Chet prompted in a low voice.

“You know that Phil’s been home sick for the last couple of weeks. We should have known something was coming on. He’d never felt that weak and wiped out before.”

“Yes,” Chet said. “But the present—”

“Even though he’d been sick, he’d managed to get a birthday present for me after Thanksgiving. And then he got weaker, and I asked him if he needed any shopping done. And he said no and that he’d gotten me something special but I couldn’t see it until Christmas.”

Chet didn’t say anything, still perplexed.

“But, but . . .,” Danny was having trouble continuing. “But Christmas came and went, and he was in a high fever Christmas day and the ambulance came for him that night. Needless to say we didn’t have Christmas at all.”

“And no present?” Chet asked?

“Right. Oh, God. It’s not that I have to have a Christmas present,” Danny blustered, already close to tears again. “But it’s knowing he had something for me. A last present. Some of it is that, wanting that last present to hold onto. But mostly it’s knowing that it’s around somewhere. Unfinished business. And, God, the worst part—maybe finding it three months from now when I’ve somehow managed to adjust to him . . . being . . . gone.”

Danny was crying again. The tears were flowing down his cheeks. Chet was crushed. He couldn’t stand to see Danny in this condition. Danny was the sensitive one. Chet knew this would tear him apart.

“Come here, Danny,” Chet said. But he said it with a frog in his throat, in a low, guttural voice that Danny wouldn’t have been able to decipher even if he hadn’t been crying. Chet pushed his chair back from the table and beckoned. Urging Danny to come to him for comfort. Reacting by instinct.

“What?” Danny murmured.

“Come over here to me, Danny. Or I’ll come over there. You needn’t be alone. You aren’t alone.”

Danny meekly rose from his chair and moved around the desk. Chet was being strong. Chet was being dominant. This was a role Danny was familiar and comfortable with. He also was responding instinctively. The submissive to the strong father figure.

“Here, on my lap,” Chet said. He wasn’t intentionally trying to push Phil aside already. But he knew Phil and Danny. He had wanted to be Phil for so long. He knew what would calm Danny.

Danny sank onto Chet’s lap, sitting sideways, his right leg over the arm of the chair and his left across Chet’s knees, his calf descending along Chet’s shin and his toe resting on the plush carpet.

“Put your arm around my neck, Danny.” Danny complied.

“Now put your head under my chin. Go ahead and do that. And go ahead and cry it out.”

Danny sank against Chet’s chest. He could feel Chet’s heart racing, and it gave him great comfort. If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel he was with Phil. Chet was strong and heavily muscled, just as Phil had been. And he was older. Not as old as Phil. But only enough. Danny felt safe in his arms. He was drawn to the musky smell of the other man. Like Phil. He was comfortable being told what to do.

Chet was rocking Danny back and forth and humming softly to him, just as he would do to a small child. He had his arms locked around Danny, and he was rubbing the younger man’s back softly, soothingly. His hand, almost without him realizing it—almost—went up under Danny’s shirt tail in back, and he was now running his hand lightly around on Danny’s back, under the fabric. Danny was making a low humming sound now.

But he was still crying softly.

“Don’t cry, Danny. I’ll help you look. I’ll take care of you,” Chet said. He was switching to automatic pilot now. He had dreamed of Kurtköy travesti this for months. He was kissing the top of Danny’s head. Danny made no move to disengage. Chet tilted up Danny’s chin and gently kissed the younger man’s cheeks, trapping his salty tears. It was only a short step from there to tentatively, gently possessing Danny’s lips with his own. Danny was yielding and his kiss was sweet.

Chet pulled the rest of Danny’s shirt tail out of his pants and he ran a hand up Danny’s chest and to his nipples. Danny sighed.

Chet brought his hand slowly down Danny’s sternum and belly and undid his belt and ran his hand down under the fabric of Danny’s pants. He ran his hand down along Danny’s cock and held him close there. Danny moaned and arched his back, presenting his nipples to Chet’s lips.

There was no doubt that Danny could feel Chet’s need pushing at his buttocks as they continued to rock back and forth.

“Feet on floor and chest on desk,” Chet commanded in a low, husky voice.

As Danny dutifully positioned himself, Chet pulled the younger man’s pants and shoes off.

This is what Chet had wanted to see for the longest time. He loved the plump curve of Danny’s butt cheeks. He sat there on the edge of the chair behind Danny and leaned down, pulled the cheeks apart gently, almost worshipfully, with the palm of his hands and blew on the puckered hole now revealed. Danny twitched and moaned.

Chet leaned forward and kissed and tongued along the crack. Danny swayed against him. He was whispering quietly to himself and moaning softly, but Chet couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Chet unzipped himself and began stroking his own cock to full staff as his tongue circled ever closer and then ever deeper and Danny gently swayed his hips to the attention he was receiving.

“Now, back onto me,” Chet commanded in a husky voice. Danny stood and then just sank slowly backward, into Chet’s lap, impaling himself on Chet’s waiting cock.

They began a motion again, but more of a rocking forward and backward. Chet lifted Danny’s legs and spread them over the arms of the chair, He was holding Danny with one palm on his left breast and the other fanned out on his belly.

They fucked quietly and in slow motion, their moans and groans rising and falling in concert, Danny still murmuring to himself in words that Chet couldn’t catch.

Chet’s instincts to possess fully, to control completely took over and, on a command and without losing connection, Chet stood and gently lowered Danny with him to the plush carpet. They lay on their sides, Chet touching Danny full length along his back. Chet lifted Danny’s left leg, and buried his cock deeper inside the younger man and started a strong, steady stroking that had Danny gasping and writhing and groaning and moaning. Chet was stroking Danny’s cock with one hand in the crescendoing rhythm of the fuck. Danny’s muttering was gaining intensity and clarity, and as Chet exploded in orgasm, setting Danny’s own ejaculation off, Danny could clearly be heard crying out Phil’s name.

Chet said nothing. But he knew that Phil would always remain a specter between him and Danny. But maybe there was something he could do to at least assuage that a bit.

He nuzzled the hollow of Danny’s neck with his lips. Danny was still crying softly.

“Now we go home,” Chet said, quietly but forcefully. “To my home. To my bed.”

“Yes, Chet,” Danny murmured.

* * *

Linda heard the taxi pull up outside the store. Mr. H. always came in by taxi when it was snowing. He’d never learned to cope with that. Just one of the things Mr. H. made clear he wasn’t going to try to cope with. The whole world could adjust to Mr. H., it could. She could see just by looking out the window that the snow hadn’t made the ride any more pleasant for Mr. H., although it didn’t take much to make Mr. H. unpleasant. He had slammed the taxi door and caused a nice-looking gentleman in an expensive-looking coat to slide hard against a light pole. But without saying a word, Mr. H. turned and just barreled into the store. As Christina helped Mr. H. with his coat and mumbled those mothering sounds of hers, Linda went back to the window to see about the gentleman. He had gotten back upright and slid more than walked over to the store’s show window. Linda ducked to the side so that he wouldn’t be staring into her face and wouldn’t bring her into what had just happened. But she didn’t retreat far from the window. She wanted to observe him, to be sure he hadn’t broken anything.

The man looked into the window display briefly and then turned and started to gingerly walk off. After he had moved a few paces away from the show window, though, he stopped dead in his tracks and then, after a short pause, squared his shoulders and shuffled back to the store.

Linda briefly panicked, thinking he meant to come in looking for whoever had knocked him down, but when she looked into his eyes, she didn’t see anger there. Instead, Pendik travesti he had sad eyes. Linda could see defeat in his eyes, which was quite a shock to see on such a nicely clothed gentleman. Linda’s first thought was that he knew who the man was who had knocked him down—that he owned this jewelry store—and that he was going to smash the glass and try to run off with some of the display jewelry.

But he just stood there for the longest minute, frozen in place. And so did Linda. Both waiting for the next scene to start.

At length, Linda saw Chet square his shoulders and enter the store, which set off that bell Linda always found so annoying, and walked right up to the counter in front of Linda.

“Yes, sir, welcome to Hudson’s, fine jewelers,” Linda said in her practiced for-the-customers voice. “Can I help you with anything? We have some nice jeweled pins. Just the thing for wife or girlfriend—or mother.” She couldn’t gauge him. He was a handsome devil, well and solidly built. And obviously successful. A touch of gray, but she was sure he wasn’t out of his forties.

“Um, no, I’m not looking for anything to buy. I was just wondering—”

He suddenly seemed at a loss for words and seemed only half as brave and determined as he had been when he walked in. Linda didn’t help. She was still trying to gauge whether he was married or not; she couldn’t read this one. So far she didn’t have a clue what he had come in to get, and, although she prided herself in figuring customers out down to how much they were willing to part with, Mr. H. always said not to assume too fast that the customer is looking for something cheaper than you might otherwise convince them they can’t live without.

“Is this Mr. Hudson’s shop? Mr. Mortimer Hudson?”

“Yes, it is.” Oh, Lord, Linda thought, maybe the man wants to make trouble with Mr. H. for knocking him down after all. “Did you want to talk with him?” Linda asked, willing the man to say that wasn’t necessary. “I think he might be in back, but he’s working on a setting right now, and we don’t like to disturb him when he’s doing that.”

All of a sudden the man looked about ten years older and defeated.

“But if it’s important,” Linda rushed on, “I can go get him.”

“No, it’s OK,” Chet said. “Maybe you can help me. I’m told that a colleague of mine used to shop here. And I think he knew Mr. Hudson.” There was a pause, as Chet absentmindedly played in a tray of cheap stickpins on top of the counter. “Do you—?” He cleared his throat and looked up at one of the dim corners of the ceiling. “Do you perhaps keep any records of things ordered but never picked up?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow. What to you mean?” Linda responded.

And then it all came out in a rush. “Well, I think this colleague may have bought something in here sometime before Christmas and then not picked it up. I’m just checking on whether that could have happened. And, and, of course, I’d take it now and pay for it.”

“Well, I don’t know. That’s possible, of course. What did he order?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? How then do you—?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll have to explain a bit. The colleague’s name is Phil Shelton. He died right after Christmas and he had this fiancée, Danielle—he called her Danny—who he told he had a special Christmas present for. And now she’s all upset and doesn’t thinks she can get closure on his death without knowing what he got her, and my friends and I were thinking that maybe he ordered something from one of the stores he used and just got too sick to pick it up. I’m sorry if this sounds disjointed, but—”

“Oh,” Linda said. “This is getting a little complicated. I think I’d better go get Mr. Hudson. You said his name was Phil . . .”

“Phil Shelton. And if it’s something engraved, it might be for a Danny, spelled with a ‘Y.'”

Mr. Hudson seemed none too happy to be interrupted when Linda came into the workroom.

“Whadcha want? Can’t you see I’m finishing up Ruth’s anniversary present?”

Linda looked at what Mr. Hudson was working on. It was an exquisite pill box, done in silver, with a diamond pavé top, centered by a blue sapphire.

“It’s gorgeous, Mr. H. She’ll love it,” Linda said, although she wasn’t too sure about the last comment. Just the other day Mr. Hudson’s Ruth had told her that she bet Mr. H. would give her another of precious stone baubles she couldn’t actually use without fear of losing it or having it stolen. She’d said she’d much prefer something simple and not so flashy. And what she’d really like is for Mr. H. to not be such a tight-fisted grouch—just once, that whatever he did give seemed to be begrudged.

“This other one’s very nice too,” Linda said, picking up a simpler gold pill box with filigreeing and that nearly finished, but without stones. “Who are you making this for, Mr. H.?” she asked. “I don’t remember an order for one of these. Such an interesting design.”

“Don’t know myself,” he grumped back at her. “I just had this urge to make that one. Something just kept nagging at me that I could find a use for that. The filigree work just kept cropping up in my head. So I went ahead and started making it. Now skeddadle so I can finish this box before I forget the I design I was working with the wires.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The next morning, Hektor decided it would be best to give Gir his space. He had to be careful now. He’d already made a huge mistake and he couldn’t afford to mess things up any more.

Hektor called on an elderly servant named Moka. He rarely asked her to do things and she was nearly useless, but he kept her around because he was sort of fond of her. She was more than happy to take care of Gir and Hektor trusted her.

“Moka, I need you to take care of him. Make sure he gets a bath. Use the expensive oils. Then put some herbs on his bruises, and not the common stuff. Use the epione that’s with my battle gear and mix it with the iaso oil. Find him some clothes, any of my shirts will work well enough for now, but also call on the tailor to make him a few tunics. Be sure he has a meal as well; tell cook he may have anything he wishes.”

Moka nodded. Though she was very old, Hektor knew she would remember every detail and complete each task. “Master likes this boy?”

Hektor nodded. “Very much. Be sure he is happy. I’m going to be gone all day. I’m joining the officers for battle practice.” Hektor didn’t particularly want to leave, but he knew if he stayed home he wouldn’t be able to keep from touching the boy.

He dressed in light armor and carried a dull sword with him as he left, confident that Moka would take excellent care of Gir.

***

The ground seemed to shake around Hektor and his final training partner fell. He flung down his weapon and sat in the shade of a tree. His desire to see Gir was overwhelming. He wanted to see the boy. To touch his soft skin. Kiss him. Lick him. Suck him.

He groaned and punched the tree trunk, shaking loose a majority of the leaves. At this rate he’d never be able to hold back. Especially when he knew he didn’t have to. The boy was his property. Hektor could do what he wanted. Gir didn’t have to like it. But deep down, Hektor wanted Gir to like it. He wanted more than just a fuck. He wanted a lover. He wanted Gir to tremble with desire, to cry out his name in ecstasy.

So, no matter how difficult it was, Hektor knew he was going to win Gir’s affection somehow.

Hektor was so caught up in his own thoughts that the man who had arrived at his side took him off guard. “Sir,” he grunted, performing a quick salute to his employer.

“It was nice to see you participating in the auction,” the man said in his genteel accent that made Hektor want to punch things. Hektor had nothing maslak escort to say, so he nodded. “You made a very interesting purchase.”

“Yes…”

“It was an item I had hoped to enjoy as well.”

Hektor didn’t like the way Azlon made Gir sound like he wasn’t even alive. Hektor didn’t trust himself to reply and started to grind his teeth, wanting nothing more than this encounter to end.

“I spoke to the auctioneer about it. Quite an interesting story how the creature came about. Did you bother to learn its origins?”

“I haven’t,” Hektor replied curtly.

“It occurred at the end of the Celestial Wars, nineteen years ago. A demon raped an angel. Funny how such a tragedy would produce such an appealing thing. Of course, the creature was held in captivity. Scientists determined it was of no use to civilized people.” Azlon shifted his weight casually. “I had been interested in this creature for a long time. I’m sure you did not know that. I would be willing to buy it from you.”

Hektor made a low grumbling noise in his throat. “With all due respect, sir, you don’t have the funds to match what I paid for him and if you did, I have no intention to sell him.”

Hektor walked away, neglecting to bow and salute to his employer. It wasn’t the wisest move, and he knew that eventually he may regret it.

***

Hektor returned to find Gir hovering over a meal on a tray in the parlor. He was wearing another one of Hektor’s shirts, and a hole had been cut through the back to allow his wings room. Hektor got close enough to see the slice of bread had a few bites missing and it looked like Gir may have nibbled at the cheese. Some of the meat had been chewed up but spit out. His glass of wine was untouched, as well as the bowl of strawberries with an accompanying bowl of fine sugar.

Hektor knelt beside Gir. “You should try everything, it’s all very good.”

Gir looked at Hektor and quickly looked away. “Ye-yessir.”

Hektor positioned himself behind the boy and lifted the crystal glass of wine to Gir’s lips. “Taste this.”

Gir tilted his head and let the wine run over his tongue. He wrinkled his nose and Hektor smiled as he set the glass down. “I gather you don’t like it?”

“It’s…different.”

Hektor took a strawberry and rolled the fruit in the sugar and offered it to Gir.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s a strawberry with sugar.”

“I’ve aksaray escort heard of strawberries but…what’s sugar?”

Hektor set the berry down and swirled his index finger in the sugar. “It’s very sweet. Try it.”

Gir was hesitant and looked up shyly at Hektor, who was doing his best to smile kindly. Gir blushed and Hektor’s finger slid in his mouth. Hektor’s body reacted to the suggestive action. He couldn’t help but imagine that warm, slippery sensation on another part of his body.

He brought his face close to Gir’s neck and breathed in his scent. It was like mint, but also a faint smell of something burning. To Hektor, it was the best smelling thing he’d ever experienced. He wanted to lick the skin that smelled so good, but he refrained. Instead he fed Gir a sugar-coated strawberry.

Gir sipped at the wine and developed a taste for it. He finished his glass and leaned back against Hektor. “I’m a…a little sort of dizzy,” he said softly.

Hektor smiled. The boy was probably nearly drunk off of one glass of wine. “Do you feel sick?” Hektor asked.

“No…dizzy…and warm.” Gir reached up and gently touched Hektor’s cheek. “I l-like your face, did you know that? You’re really…very handsome.” He blushed and then laughed.

“Why does that make you laugh?”

“Because…” Gir laughed more. “You’re a man.”

“Yes I am,” Hektor said. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so much.

“I’m a man too…but I’m a much littler man than you.” Gir was running his hands over the hard, muscular planes of Hektor’s chest.

“Yes, that’s true.”

Gir pressed his cheek against Hektor’s chest and sighed. “Warm…” Gir was still for a few moments and it seemed that he had fallen asleep.

Hektor couldn’t resist and slowly started to unbutton Gir’s borrowed shirt. Gir whimpered and backed away. Hektor made a soft hushing noise and touched Gir’s soft, snow-colored hair. “Relax,” he said, running his fingers around the base of the sanded down black horns. Gir seemed to have calmed down, but when Hektor began to finish unbuttoning his shirt, Gir whimpered again.

“I won’t hurt you this time,” Hektor said. “I won’t force anything inside you. I just want to run my hands over your body. You’re so perfect.”

Gir mumbled and shifted in Hektor’s arms. “Do you remember….remember…when you kissed me?”

“Yes.”

“I liked that part.”

Hektor escort istanbul tightened his grip on Gir and lifted him closer, so they were so close that Hektor could smell the wine on Gir’s lips. “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

Gir shifted forward and planted hot, wet kisses along Hektor’s jaw line before he found Hektor’s mouth. When he did, he wasted no time sliding his tongue into Hektor’s mouth. Suddenly, he pulled away and hugged Hektor with as much strength as he could gather.

“Don’t hurt me,” he pleaded.

Hektor kissed Gir’s forehead and stroked his hair. “I won’t.” He removed Gir’s shirt and ran his hands over Gir’s lower back. The skin was so smooth, aside from the interesting velvety sensation of the demon skin on his side.

Hektor gently laid Gir on the floor and slid his hand into the underwear that Gir had been provided with. He found Gir’s shaft was partially stiff and a drop of liquid was at the tip. He gripped the organ and leaned down to lick at Gir’s neck. When his tongue reached Gir’s collarbone, Gir’s whole body shivered and arched in reaction. Hektor felt Gir grow a little harder in his hand.

Hektor freed his cock from his pants to give the rapidly growing organ room. He licked Gir’s pink nipples and the boy squirmed and panted. His rapid breathing was almost musical. Hektor started to stroke the boy’s now fully erect dick. He realized that Gir was actually humming in delight. Hektor smiled and pulled away Gir’s underwear. He brought his face close to Gir’s dick and was about to take it into his mouth, but it seemed his hot breath, along with rhythmic stroking, was enough to send the boy over the edge. Gir arched and made a sound like a chord on a harp as hot semen shot into Hektor’s waiting mouth. After his orgasm had finished, Gir was still trembling.

Hektor kissed Gir gently. Both his halves, the titan and the man, finally agreed on something. “Mine,” he whispered.

***

Gir woke up with an awful pain in his head. His mouth tasted bad and he felt slightly nauseous. He tried to move, but soon discovered that he couldn’t. He smiled. Maybe he was still in Hektor’s arms. But no, he realized, and fear washed through him. He was much too cold. He opened his mouth and struggled to find his voice. “H-h-hektor?”

There was no reply. He finally gathered the courage to open his eyes and look around and he started to scream. He’d only been a child the last time he’d been in a place like this, but he knew what it was. He was strapped to a table. Different instruments surrounded him. He saw the vials for collecting blood, and probes that had pressed against his skin to test his reactions, and the measuring tool that was so cold.

It was only a matter of time before the scientists would come.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32