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I am going to relate to you a story that is part true and part fantasy. I know that when this event occurred in my life is when my curiosity was awakened for man to man oral sex.

This story takes place in the early 80’s. My wife Jamie worked at a music school. Her boss was a pretty young girl named Susan. My wife and Susan became really good friends. Susan had a friend who lived in Philadelphia named Harvey. Harvey was an openly gay man. Not a feminine type gay. He was pretty much straight acting but never hid the fact that he was indeed gay. He was also Susan’s connection for Black Beauties (powerful amphetamine). My wife and Susan used the Black Beauties for dieting. It perked up their energy and curbed the appetite as well. Anyway, This is what happened on one of Harvey’s trips out to California to visit Susan.

When Susan told Jamie that Harvey was coming for a visit my wife suggested that we all go out partying. I agreed and we all went to a local nightclub. I had a friend whose band was playing there that night. We were having a great time, drinking and dancing. Harvey and me were taking turns dancing with each of the girls.

During a break in the action the girls went to the rest room to freshen up and Harvey, out of the blue leaned over and asked me “Have you ever had sex with a man?” I was shocked to say the least, I had never given much thought to sex with another man. I told him no. Harvey looked me in the eye and said “you need to try it, you will really enjoy it.” By this time the girls had returned from the rest room and were listening to me and Harvey talk. I could tell my wife was a little shocked by this talk but I could tell she was a little excited also. Harvey and me continued our discussion about man to man sex. Harvey said to me “you hadn’t lived until you’ve felt a hard pulsating cock spurting in your mouth.” I stopped talking and started thinking about it for a minute. The thought all the sudden excited me. This scared me and I changed the subject.

Well, we partied on into the night and when the bartender said last call we decided sarıyer escort to go over to Susan’s house for some late night drinks. The girls went in Susan’s car and me and Harvey took my truck. On the way Harvey started talking about man sex again and asked me if I new any gay guys. I told him yes I did, as a matter of fact the lead guitar player in my band is gay. I told him maybe I can try to fix you two up. (I did to, for real). Harvey then looked over at me and asked “will you suck my cock?” I was drunk and feeling a little playful so I told him “I will if it’s ok with my wife, but you have to ask her” thinking he would never do that but, Harvey said “ok I will then.” Now I was scared and excited all at the same time… What if he did… What if she said yes… Would I… Could I… Ohh man, what kind of mess have I got myself into this time…

When we pulled into the parking lot at Susan’s apartment building and Harvey asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint. I said sure, he lit it up and we sat there in my truck making small talk and tokin on the doobie. All the sudden he Harvey got quiet, he looked over at me and grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. I could feel the outline of his hard cock through his pants. Harvey asked “do you like what you feel?” I nervously said yeah it felt ok. He then moved my hand away. Then I heard him unzip his pants. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was so nervous and scared.

He grabbed my hand again and put it on his now exposed cock. Wow… How wonderful I thought. It was so hot and so hard and yet soft as silk. I began to move my hand up and down, slowly stroking his cock. I could tell he was digging this. I could see pre-cum oozing from the tip, glistening in the dim parking lot lights. Harvey then spoke, he asked me “do I really have to ask your wife?” His voice was different, a little husky sounding. I took my gaze from his cock and looked into his eyes and said “no I don’t think so.” Harvey just smiled and leaned back in the seat and moaned quietly as I continued to stroke his cock fındıkzade escort for a while, waiting, wondering what to do next. I knew what he wanted, but could I… My mind was racing…

Harvey must have sensed my indecision. He reached over put his left hand behind my head and gently began to pull me down in his lap. I went with no resistance. I was totally mesmerized by the sight of his cock, the head was shiny from all the pre-cum. He pulled me down till I was just inches from the tip of his cock. I opened my mouth and took a cautious little lick at the head, mmmm, pretty good I thought to myself. Feeling bolder I took a longer lick and then an even longer lick, feeling the soft spongy texture of his cock head with my tongue. It was wonderful, the texture was like something I have never experienced before. So I kept it up, licking all around the tip. His pre-cum kept coming and I kept licking it up. I loved the salty taste.

Then Harvey put his hand behind my neck and began to pull me down again, I opened my mouth and let his cock slide over my tongue. I slowly took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. I began to move my head up and down, slowly at first and then picking speed, faster and faster. After a little bit my head was moving so fast that I was making myself dizzy. All the sudden I heard Harvey say “whoa man, slow down a little, it’s not a race, slow down and enjoy my cock in your mouth” So I did, I slowed down. Then harvey said “yeah man, that’s the way, yeah, ohh man, feel my cock with your tongue” I started exploring his whole cock with my tongue, licking up and down the shaft, using the tip to trace a line under the ridge of his cock head, then plunge his hard cock back into my mouth while swiriling my tongue all around, slowly bobbing up and down. I would stop this action and just lick all over his cock head, drinking in his pre-cum as I jacked the shaft with my hand.

After about twenty minutes of this I could tell Harvey was getting close, his hips were thrusting and his breathing was hard. His istanbul escort cock just seemed to be getting bigger and bigger in my mouth. I began to move my head faster up and down on his cock, his pre-cum was flowing like a river now. Harvey said I’m going to shoot soon, you better finish me by hand if you don’t want my cum in your mouth. I not only wanted his cum in my mouth, I had to have it. I wasn’t going to stop for anything now. I went to work and started sucking him even harder. I was jacking the part of his cock I couldn’t get into my mouth. His dick was hard as steel now, the head was just huge. Harvey grunted out “man I’m gonna cum” trying to again warn me. I just kept on sucking. Harvey said “ohh man, you want my cum don’t you” I just moaned “uh huh” around his cock. He said “ohh yeah man, I’m gonna give it to you then, ohh baby, just a little bit more” Ohh yeah that’s it”

“Ohhhhh man.”… All the sudden he stopped moving and his body stiffened, he sucked his breath in. I heard him say “don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” I kept my head and my tongue moving. Harvey grabbed my neck and pulled down, trying to shove his cock as far in my mouth as he could. He held my head still and then I felt his cock twitch and a little spurt of cum came out, Harvey groaned “I’m cumming man, I’m cumming,” and I felt another twitch and a massive spurt of his hot cum hit the back of my throat, He was moaning, his cock was pulsating in my mouth, with every throb I could feel another spurt of his hot cum going in my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed not letting a drop escape from my mouth.

Harvey let go of my head and settled back in the seat and I took my mouth off his softening cock. I swallowed all of his cum. Harvey said “you did pretty good for a beginner, we better get into the apartment before the girls come looking for us.” We went into the apartment and the girls asked what took us so long. We explained that we had sat outside and smoked a joint. Harvey never did say anything to my wife about what happened. Little did she suspect that it was Harveys joint that I was smokin…

Ok… Part of this story is true, Harvey did ask me to suck his cock. And I told him I would if he asked my wife’s permission. Well he never asked her and that was the end of that. Harvey went back to Philly and I’m still waiting to suck my first cock… I wish I would have said yes the first time he asked me…

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I listened to the footsteps on the floor above me slowly die, drowned out as the doors closed, and sat in quiet astonishment recalling the moments that had just passed.

Only a matter of five minutes ago I had been lying down and fed a big, thick cock, not to mention the copious amounts of cum, “some of which was still on my chin.” I thought to myself, licking it off my finger and finding myself caught in the moment once again.

My hand was unconsciously rubbing my thigh, slowly moving over the steely lump in my panties, and I closed my eyes. Leaning back against the cushions I slowly pulled my little cock free, stroking it gently and licking my lips. I could taste him on my lips, salty, a musky scent floating on the air. I moaned and my eyes shot open. My breath was ragged and hand stopped abruptly holding my aching cock. I couldn’t believe I was thinking what I was thinking, but I needed more.

I took a moment to catch my breath as I sat there in the darkness, my mind creating feverish images and thoughts that made me shiver in all the best ways. It may have been a mistake, which led to these thoughts, but I can promise you my mind was reeling with the consequences and loving every minute.

Setting myself, I stood up. My legs were shaking, like the rest of me, but I managed to stay erect, in both senses. The anticipation of what my mind had in store was too strong to distract me, or allow me to back down, not now, the alcohol coursing through my body served only to fill me with the confidence I felt I needed as I took my first steps out of the living room.

Still wearing my heels, I tiptoed over the wooden floored hall to the foot of the stairs. Catching myself in the mirror, I smiled, looking at the lipstick smeared over my cheek and the way my short blond hair was ruffled. I gazed up the stairs, careful to check for any movement then paused. Turning back to the mirror, I pulled the shiny silver tube from my pocket and popped the lid. Drawing it out and pouting like a professional I addressed my lips and reapplied an extra coat, “why not?” I thought to myself. Reaching under my skirt, I slipped my cock back into my panties and turned to face the stairs once more.

As I reached the top of the stairs I quietly crept forward, knowing full well which floorboards creaked and which didn’t, I was able to navigate my way around them quite well. I could hear giggling from Tom’s room and smiled to myself with the thought of what they might have been doing. More importantly, what I was hoping I could be getting up to in a moment or two.

Padding lightly passed Tom’s door and his Sister’s, I reached my destination. Luckily, the door was not on the latch, so with a shaking hand I reached out and gave it a gentle nudge. The carpet made a noise as the door opened, a noise louder than any I had ever heard, at least that was how it seemed. With enough room, I slipped inside and pushed the door back in place, and there I stood at the foot of a large king-sized bed, one lone figure outlined under the sheets, breathing softly.

My heart was racing as I took that first step towards the bed. I had to clamp both my hands to my sides as the shivers ran the entire length of my body. Standing there, looking down on Mr Roberts as he lay there sleeping, I suddenly began to rethink the whole situation. I needed to turn around and leave. I needed to stop this foolishness and run, just keep running for all I was worth. My brain, however, didn’t see it that way, and my cock certainly didn’t object.

Standing there with all those thoughts streaking through my mind, my hands slowly slipped downwards and pressed against my thighs I drew them up, over the stocking tops, up underneath my skirt, raising higher and higher until my panties were in full view of the dimly lit room. Taking a deep breath I pulled the strings on each side and the knots fell apart, the soft cotton fabric falling away from my body to the floor. My cock fell free, painfully erect, waving in the dark. I felt a rush, standing, exposed as I was in front of my friend’s father, although asleep it was still the riskiest thing I’d ever done in my eighteen years.

I let my skirt fall back down, covered to the world again, except for the lewd lump in the front. I glanced down and saw my impractical strappy heels, my mind was too pre-occupied to have thought about removing them, now wasn’t the time, I would have to continue with them on, perhaps he’d like that.

Mr Roberts was facing me, lying a few feet into the centre leaving enough room for a little one to squeeze in. After all, I was only five-foot-seven I would fit perfectly. I smiled to myself nervously as I edged closer and reached for the corner of the sheet. Peeling it back slowly I could see Mr Roberts’ broad, hairy chest. It wasn’t a thick, coarse hair, just a nice, soft dappling of fur that accentuated his large pecs and solid abs. I didn’t dare to stand there too long for fear of waking him, so I slinked, as delicately as I could managed, onto the edge levent escort of the bed, lying down with my back to him, and in a quick swish, pulled the sheet over myself as I curled my feet slowly underneath.

Every creak of the bed and movement I made seemed to scream aloud in the darkness. My heart was beating in my throat, and my mouth was terribly dry. I lay there, frozen in place as I focused on the breathing behind me. His soft, rhythmic breathing was undisturbed by the introduction of me to his bed.

I had my eyes closed ever since I sat down on the spring mattress, and it took all the strength I could muster to open them again. My breathing had slowed somewhat, but my heart was still racing. What would he think? Would he freak out? Would he beat me? Everyone would find out about this, I’d be the laughing stock of school and all my friends would disown me if it came to that. What was I thinking? All these questions raced through my head, as I lay there motionless. Then, in a breathless moment of panic, any thought of backing out evaporated.

As I lay there, stock still, I felt the mattress dip with movement from behind me. That’s when I felt a soft gentle hand fall around my waist, over the covers. It didn’t move; just lay there, its warm weight pressing against me. My whole body shook with electricity that I had only known once before. About twenty minutes ago in fact, with a thick pulsing cock erupting cum into my mouth. I took my time, waiting for any more movement from the man lying behind me. Nothing came so I steadied myself for the next act of my crazy play.

Slowly I wiggled my hips, creeping backwards. The warmth of the man behind me grew, as I neared his large frame. My heart was racing, then skipped a beat and fell silent in my chest. There was a soft crinkled noise drifting up from beneath the sheets. It was the sound of my polyester nurse’s uniform pressed against something unknown. Though I knew what it was, I could feel the impending bulk of it hovering close to my backside. I knew that everything could go horribly wrong from this moment on. “I could blame the drink!” I thought to myself, I didn’t know how well that would work but it was the only convincing I needed. With a deep breath, I eased myself back the final few inches.

My whole body trembled as I felt the large, bulbous lump press against my soft cheeks of my ass. The coarse linen of his boxers grazed my thighs and sent a wave of shivers through me once more, and I heard a soft moan over my shoulder and I felt the hand gently squeeze my waist. Lying there feeling his hand squeeze me and his covered cock pressed between my cheeks, I was in heaven, earlier that night I had been trying to score with all the hot babes at the party, now I was lying in bed with my friend’s father pressed against me, after already having milked his cock with my mouth. At that moment, I truly didn’t know what I was going to do now. I had the idea in my head, but now, immersed in the situation I didn’t know what to do, so I just lay there, softly rubbing my butt against the large lump behind me.

I’m not sure how long I lay there loving the sensation of his boxers rubbing my thighs and his large cock pressed against me, but as time passed, I became bolder and the misty fog of thought cleared in my head.

Slowly I reached behind me and slid it down between the sleeping Mr Roberts and myself. Arching my back, I gently let my hand cup his boxer-covered cock. My heart burst into life again, racing in my chest as the warmth flooded my body. Again, I heard the unmistakable sound of a moan over my shoulder, and again I wondered to myself. I tried my best to slow my breathing as I cradled his large cock and prepared myself. Pulling my hand away slowly I felt around for the tiny buttons of his fly. Finding the first, I teased it softly through the gap and let it fall open. Repeating it with the second, his boxers flew open against the size of what they strained to hold back, and almost immediately, his cock was in my palm.

Nervously, I felt the girth of his huge prick with my thumb and index finger as I tried to circle them around him. Pulling gently, he wouldn’t come free, so with a little extra tug he untangled himself and fell free, his hot cockhead slapping against my naked thigh. Nothing moved for what seemed like the longest time. Moving as slowly as I could manage I lifted my leg, and quietly eased the thick cock between my thighs and up against the underside of my butt. Then with a low, drawn out sigh, I pulled my hand away and lowered my leg. The feel of the hot, thick cock between my thighs took over all other things, and regardless of nerves, my body knew this was worth it.

My breathing became more staggered with every gasp and I could feel him growing harder between my legs. I couldn’t help but start to move my hips back and forth, fucking his large cock between my hairless thighs. I could feel his large head nudging my balls with every gentle thrust. The hand squeezed me again topkapı escort and a low groan rumbled from behind me.

The hand began to squeeze in time with each thrust and as I slowed my movements, scared that Mr Roberts was about to wake, I noticed that the thrusts were now not controlled by me. Whether he had awoken to find his cock between my thighs or not he was now slowly fucking me.

The temperature had risen in the room as I lay there being fucked in this manner. His shaft was slick with sweat from between my stocking-clad thighs, sliding effortlessly with every nudge he gave me. The moans grew with every thrust. His hand had broken into one long squeeze after another, almost hurting, but somehow comforting at the same time. I just lay my head on the pillow, closed my eyes and let my hand drift down to my own cock, slick with my own pre-cum pouring from me.

As much as I enjoyed the feeling of my cock, throbbing in my hand, I wanted more. I arched my back once more, and slipped my hand between us, not caring about being as delicate as before, I gripped his cock as he continued to buck his hips against me. Easing forward a little, I felt the sweat drenched cock slide up between my cheeks easily, and the very next thrust caused it to slip through my palm and press against my virgin hole, this time greeted with a guttural groan from behind me, the hand squeezing tightly without relenting.

Quickly I withdrew my hand and pushed back against his thrusting. Burying my face in the pillow and yearning him to enter me. Every thrust was just like the last, I wasn’t ready, and he knew what he was talking about when he had called me tight. Maybe this was a terrible idea after all.

“Mmmmmmmm” was all I could hear. “Uuuuggggghhhhhhh!” came the next noise. He was waking! Was it really a surprise?

“Mmmm, it seems babygirl wants to play some more!” Mr Roberts leant forward and whispered softly in my ear with a grunt. I could feel his large hairy pecs against my back as he wrapped his arm around my waist and his large hand pressed against my chest.

“Mr…” I tried to speak but he cut me off before it started.

“Sshhh now little one, let Daddy make his girl feel good! No need for words!” He kept thrusting against me, causing his cock to sliding down my sweat-covered skin and back between my thighs. “Now reach behind you and show Daddy where you want his big cock!”

He was awake right? Why was he acting as if he didn’t know it was me? Surely, he could see my wig, he knew, right? All these questions and far more flooded my brain as he kept slamming against me with a succession of grunts.

“Come on baby; don’t keep your Daddy waiting!” He cooed in my ear again, “After all, you are the naughty little girl who wanted Daddy’s big hard cock aren’t you?”

All I could do was nod and reach behind me with a trembling hand. All night I had not felt so dirty, dressed in a nurses outfit, heels, lipstick, being felt up by guys and chatted up was all just fun, wasn’t it? Yet here I was, a thick cock between my thighs about to be broken in and I fucking loved it. I was about to be made this man’s little cock-slut and I wanted it more than ever. Even the thought of those words made me shiver as I felt the slick shaft of his big cock in my hand once more.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled his cock up between my cheeks again and felt the velvety crown rub against my puckered hole. I moaned, audibly and Mr Roberts laughed, I felt each laugh tremble through his chest and through mine in turn.

“How does it feel in your hand baby? You like Daddy’s big hard cock, don’t you? Can you still taste me little one? Is that why you’re here now? Mmmmmmm!” He groaned and grunted as he felt his cock being slid back and forth between my cheeks, I could feel the sweat dripping down my crack, I was starting to feel relaxed, I was nervous, but now all I wanted was his cock, and to please my Daddy as much as I could.

“Oh my god!” I thought to myself, “did I just call him Daddy?” My heart was racing, my mind was calling me all the names under the sun, and now I was calling Mr Roberts, Daddy. My depraved mind was boiling with lust I didn’t care anymore. All reservation was gone from me. I just wanted this big, burly man to fuck me like his little girl deserved!

Bending over slightly, arching my back and pushing my butt back against Mr Roberts, and happy that the tip of his cock was where it needed to be, I let go of his cock and pulled my cheeks apart for him. I felt his bare hand on my skin, and he slid it up under my skirt and gripped my waist.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Mr Roberts purred into my ear with a noticeable smile in his voice. All I remember in that moment was numbness. He pushed against me, the tip of his huge cock spreading me open slowly. I pushed my face into the pillow and let out a little scream of pain. “Mmmm that’s a good girl, let it out, it always hurts the first time! Daddy will go slowly for you babygirl!” With beşiktaş escort that he stopped pushing and allowed the air to return to my lungs.

I rested for a moment; the pain tore through me, my body felt so warm. I could clearly feel the head of Mr Roberts huge cock inside me, I felt stretched beyond all imagining. I couldn’t stifle the tears as they ran freely down my cheeks.

“There, there little one, Daddy will take care of you!” He stroked my hair from my eyes and caressed my cheek, his hand slipped around my throat gently and I felt him push against me once more. My mouth flew open but no sound came out. “Sshh baby, Daddy will go slow, I know it hurts, but this is what you wanted, isn’t it you naughty little girl?”

I couldn’t deny the pain was excruciating, but he was right. I’d come upstairs, snuck into his bed, pulled out his cock and done everything to lead to this moment, a moment that found me with three inches of thick cock buried in my ass. What was most pleasing though, through each flash of pain that rolled over me, it started to feel good.

The next push came without a word. I stifled another yelp with the pillow, his hand still around my neck as I felt him start to pull away. I thought to myself, “This is it Danny, get ready to be fucked!” Instead, he pulled out. His cock fell from my ass and he began to move. His hand stayed firmly around my throat as he pulled me up, throwing the sheets off us both. He pulled me roughly to the centre of the bed and turned me around, pushing me forward until I was on all fours. He let go of me and I felt the air whisper over my exposed butt. I felt the skirt flicked up onto my back and I felt the familiar hairy-legged man ease up behind me. The pain from my aching asshole had been forgotten for a moment, it was thrown back to my consciousness as he unceremoniously thrust himself into me. Comfortably burying five inches or more and making me squeal loudly. Moments later a strong hand on my back pushed me face first into the bed to muffle the sound.

“If you’re going to yelp, you’re going to be face down, do you understand?” He said as he pushed another few inches into my overstretched hole.

All I could do was nod against the mattress as he pulled back and slammed his hips forward again. The pain was bearable and I felt my cock, which had long since died down, start to perk up and stiffen once more. Every thrust drove me into the sheets. I could feel every vein of his obscene cock stretching me wider. The faster he went the more I enjoyed it. That’s when I realised I was no longer gasping because of the pain, but lightly moaning because of the sensation of his cock fucking me. I was in love with his big cock. His strong hands around my waist, held me firmly in place for his mighty thrusts. I tried to lift myself up on my elbows.

“Oh fuck! Babygirl, I knew you’d be a good fuck!” Mr Roberts hissed at me, “I might have to get your number after I’m done with you!” I couldn’t help but smile when he said that. The fear and trepidation of earlier had fallen away; all I knew now was that I loved having this man, this big strong man, deep inside me. Whether I was on my knees with him in front or behind me, it didn’t matter, I just never wanted this to stop!

“Are you ready babygirl?” He grunted over my shoulder, panting breathlessly, “Because I don’t think Daddy can last much longer with your tight little ass!”

“That’s ok Daddy, I want you to cum for me!” I said in my most effeminate voice I could muster. I shocked myself with how girly I sounded, and I loved it, I wasn’t the only one. In the soft light from the street lamps filtering through the window I could see him smile, a dirty, crooked smile.

I felt his pace quicken, every thrust met with a grunt and a matching girly moan from me. My eyes stayed fixed on him. The sweat pouring over his lean frame glistened in his matted fur. Every sinew in his chest and broad shoulders rippled with every thrust of his hips. His mouth opened, and a long drawn out groan rumbled from his chest. His hips pushed forward and I felt his entire length inside me. That’s when I felt it. His cock expanded, stretching me even more, I gasped as the air came flying from my body and I suddenly felt warm deep inside. I could feel his cock throbbing, and coating my insides with the same sweet, musky cum that I had tasted earlier. I could hardly breathe, my back arched under the sensation and I fell onto my elbows once more. Facing the door, I closed my eyes but as I heard him grunt, my eyes flew open in delight. That’s when the moment all stopped.

Sat in the doorway was Becca, Tom’s older sister. Her panties pulled to the side and her fingers buried inside her young pussy, busily bringing her to one of what I could only assume was many orgasms. She was breathing heavily and biting her lip. The moment I saw her panting and smiling devilishly at me, I lost all control. My cock exploded, I arched my back and Mr Roberts pulled me up to him, his lips clamping onto my neck. He held me there as my cock spewed stream after stream of hot cum over his bed sheets. My whole body shook and I started to feel light headed as my eyes stayed fixed on Becca and her furiously fast digits. She licked her lips and I could see her own orgasm tearing through her.

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Chapter 3

Griffin’s POV

Graham just came out to me. I don’t know how to react. My first reaction is to grab Graham’s hand and say, “Me, too,” but instead I do something that is horrible, unforgivable. I get up and walk out of the coffee shop.

I don’t really know where I am. I decide to go left towards the thrift store where we had been a half hour ago. When I arrive at the thrift store, I go in, walk to the back of the store and enter one of the dressing rooms.

I sit down on the bench and put my head in my hands. What have I done? Why did I react this way? I should happy. I like Graham. I’m attracted to Graham. Instead, all I feel is fear. Fear that my parents will find out. Fear that Graham will not like me back. Fear that I will never be good enough for anyone.

As I am sitting there contemplating my next step, I hear a voice calling out my name. The voice belongs to Graham.

“Griffin,” he whispers. “Griffin?”

I know that I have to face him and my fears. It’s now or never.

“I’m in here.”

The curtain is pulled back and there stands Graham. His face is red, his dark eyes are wide, his curly hair is sticking out crazily in every direction…he is beautiful.

Graham steps into the dressing room and pulls the curtain closed. He gazes at me with an intensity that causes a reaction in my body that I’ve never felt before. I know what I need to do. I slowly get up and walk towards him. He steps back, but before he can leave the dressing room I lunge forward and wrap my arms around his waist. He hesitates at first. I can tell he is unsure on how to proceed, but within a few seconds his arms şişli escort pull me tightly to him. I’m in heaven.

We stand like this for a very long time. I don’t know how long. It could have been minutes or hours.

I finally say in a very quiet voice, “I’m sorry.”

I nuzzle my nose into his chest. I can hear his heart beating a mile a minute. He lowers his lips to the top of my head and kisses it.

“I know.”

Graham’s POV

It’s been a couple of days since I came out to Griffin. In the back of mind I knew that he might have a really hard time dealing with the fact that I am gay. His initial reaction almost broke my heart, but we were able to clear things up pretty quickly. I accepted his apology immediately and we were able to move on like nothing had changed between the two of us. We were roomies and friends.

After the “incident” in the dressing room, we returned to our dorm, undressed and went to bed. I couldn’t get the feeling of his body pressed against mine out of my head. He fit so perfectly into me and his hair smelt so good. I wanted things to go much further.

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It’s Wednesday evening and we are both studying in our room. I am sitting at my desk typing away on my laptop. I have an essay due tomorrow and I’m finally finishing up the conclusion. It’s a good essay and I’m confident that I will get a pretty good grade. As I am typing the last couple of sentences, Griffin lets out a loud yawn.

I peek over to his side of the room and see him sitting on his bed cross-legged with his laptop in his lap. taksim escort I can’t look away. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of plaid boxer shorts. I want to go over, remove the laptop from his lap and ravish his body.

“You done with your homework?” At this point, I’m typing as quickly as I can to finish my essay.

“Yes, finished a couple of minutes ago. I’m looking for a movie to watch on Netflix.”

“What are you thinking about watching?”

In my head I’m thinking, “Please, please, please invite me over to watch a movie with you.”

He’s a mind reader. “Do you want to come over when you are done and watch a movie with me? You can pick anything that you want.”

“Okay.” I try not to sound too excited. “How about Edward Scissorhands? If it’s not on Netflix, I have it on DVD.”

A few minutes later Griffin replies, “It’s ready when you are.”

Ten minutes pass. I save my completed essay and quickly slip out of my clothes until all I have on is a pair of blue boxer briefs. I slowly make my way over to Griffin’s side of the room. I stop and take in the scene. He is snuggled in under his down comforter with just a hint of his upper body showing. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing deeply.

“Griffin,” I whisper.

His eyes flutter open. “Yes.”

“Do you still want to watch a movie?”

“I don’t know…I’m really tired.”

“That’s okay. I’m tired, too. Go to bed.”

I start to walk back to my side of the room.

“Graham?”

I turn around and Griffin is sitting up in his bed.

“Yeah.”

“Will you sleep with me?”

My breath stops nişantaşı escort for a moment, but I quickly regain my composure.

“Okay.”

I move swiftly to his bed, pull back the covers and slip in.

He’s lying on his side away from me. I turn my body into him, but I don’t make contact with him. Why does he want me to sleep with him? Is he trying to tell me something?

We lay like this for a few minutes. His body is still and I’m almost certain that he has fallen asleep. I close my eyes and slowly begin to drift off. His soft voice suddenly interrupts my descent.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

My eyes flicker open.

“Yes.”

“Just one?”

“Yes.”

“Is he still your boyfriend?”

“No. We broke up over the summer.”

“Why?”

“We didn’t want to have a long distance relationship. Jeremy is going to school in Arizona.”

“His name is Jeremy?”

“Yes.”

“How long were you together?”

“Almost a year.”

Griffin is silent again. I’m not sure where he is going with all these questions. I want to ask some of my own.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend, Griffin?”

His body noticeably stiffens and I’m afraid that I’ve scared him off. I’m so stupid.

“Sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s okay. No, I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

I take a deep breath. I need to be brave. I need to find out if I even have a chance with him.

“Do you want a boyfriend?” The question slips out of my mouth and I instantly regret it. I close my eyes and wait for the repercussions.

I feel a shift in the bed and when I open my eyes, Griffin is watching me, our faces only inches apart. I notice for the first time that he has a tiny mole at the corner of his mouth. I want to lean in and kiss it.

“Why would you ask me that, Graham?”

I take a deep breath and spiral even further into the abyss.

“I want to be your boyfriend, Griffin.”

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Here’s where we left off:

Quinn finished off his lunch in the cafeteria and made his way towards the bathroom with Galen close behind him. Quinn entered the washroom and Galen was just about to do the same when he suddenly stiffened and let out a silent scream as he watched Ryan Miller walk into the bathroom close behind Quinn with an angry and determined look on his face.

*

Galen prayed that Ryan wouldn’t do anything to Quinn, but somehow he knew inside that his prayers would go unanswered. Galen quickly walked in after standing there in shock induced silence, when he went in he was expecting to see Ryan beating on Quinn. But Ryan was just standing there, staring at one of the stalls. Galen thought to himself. He walked through the stall door and there was Quinn standing at the toilet. Galen needed to warn Quinn in some way, he needed Quinn to know who was standing just outside his stall door waiting for him. He put his hands on Quinn’s shoulder and tried to transfer feelings of danger over to Quinn. He could tell it was working as Quinn stopped doing his business and started to look around. But then Galen realized that even if Quinn knew that Ryan was waiting for him, there wasn’t anything Quinn could do. He was much smaller than the other boy, probably not fast enough to get away. He needed a new plan, and fast.

Galen started trying to think of different ways to help Quinn, he knew even if Quinn knew Ryan was out there, it probably wouldn’t help. So instead, he needed to get Ryan out somehow, Galen thought of a bunch of different solutions and then came up with one. He needed someone else to know of Quinn’s danger! But more than that, he needed someone who would be willing to help the boy. And then it came to him, Mrs. Walsh! She knew what it was like for Quinn, and she also liked the boy and cared for him. He looked at Quinn, the boy looked nervous and a bit scared which was most likely from the feelings of danger Galen had transferred. Galen stepped out of the stall and looked at Ryan then left the washroom. He quickly found himself in Mrs. Walsh’s room, she was sitting at her desk marking papers, Galen walked over and put his hands on both her shoulders, he knew what he was about to do would drain his energy, transferring thoughts to humans was always draining but he knew it had to be done, he just hoped she wouldn’t ignore the thoughts.

Galen closed his eyes and thought to himself and then transferred them to the brunette infront of him. He could see that it was working as the woman was looking clearly distressed. Mrs. Walsh got up from her desk and started to walk towards the door but then sat back down, clearly pushing the thought aside as if it were nothing. Galen transferred the thoughts again only more intensified, hoping that this time she would go looking for Quinn. This time she did walk out the door, with Galen following close behind. She was heading towards the boys washroom but she looked very unsure of herself.

“You okay Maria?” Galen looked up to see a thin, bald man, clearly another teacher.

“I’m not sure, I’m looking for a student, it’s very important, except he’s in the bathroom.” Mrs. Walsh replied.

“I’m sure he’ll be out in a minute.”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t feeling too well when he left, do you think you could go in and just check on him for me?”

Galen was a little surprised when he heard the woman lie, but also grateful that she did, otherwise they may not be able to get to Quinn in time.

“Course Maria.”

Just then Galen felt a sharp pain in his stomach, he knew right then that Ryan was hurting Quinn. He looked up to see Mrs. Walsh and the man walking towards the washroom, only it felt so far away, he knew it would take them at least a minute to get to it. A whole minute Ryan would be hurting Quinn. Another pain, this time on his cheek, Galen decided not to wait for Mrs. Walsh and the bald man to get there, he’d go there himself and wait with Quinn, unlike them he could travel faster as he wasn’t confined to a body. Within a second he was next to Quinn, the boy was on the ground while Ryan was kicking him, each blow Galen felt just as hard as Quinn. Quinn was begging Ryan to stop, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Suddenly Ryan stopped kicking Quin and looked towards the door.

“Quinn, you in here?” Came a voice. “Quinn?”

“Shit!” Ryan said under his breath and bolted for the door, tackling the bald man to the ground and then running right past Mrs. Walsh and down the hall.

“Quinn!” This time Mrs. Walsh’s voice. She ran into the bathroom, her eyes going wide at the sight of Quinn on the floor beaten up. She rushed over to him and found that he was unconcious with a bloody nose, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and then kneeling beside Quinn held it to his nose. She gently shook him awake and was relieved when he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

“M-m-m-mrs. W-w-w-a-alsh?”

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t talk, it’s okay. We’re gonna get you to a hospital”

“I mecidiyeköy escort already called the cops, an ambulence will be coming with them.” Responded the bald man.

“Thanks Roger.” Mrs. Walsh said.

A short time later and ambulence had arrived to pick up Quinn and take him to the hospital. Galen was beside Quinn the entire way to the hospital, Galen already knew Quinn was gonna be alright, he had a broken nose and a concussion but other than that he was okay, ofcourse the paramedics wouldn’t know until Quinn was looked over. By the end of the day Quinn was safe inside his hospital bed and Galen decided to go back inside his body and then go back to the hospital. When he made it back to the hospital he found one of the “undercover angels” as he liked to call them, working there, her name was Angela and because of her, he was able to get into Quinn’s room without being stopped by anyone. Galen walked over to the hospital bed Quinn was sleeping in, he ran his hand through the sleeping boy’s hair. Angela had informed him that Quinn would be released in the morning. Quinn started to wake up, he looked up to see Galen and instantly felt safe again.

“How are you feeling?” Galen asked.

“I-I-I’m f-f-f-feeling o-okay, s-sore b-b-but o-okay”

Galen lent down then and gave Quinn a kiss on his forehead. “God I love you so much.” Galen said before leaning down to give the blushing boy a kiss on the lips. Galen had only meant it to be a quick peck but it soon turned into a much more passionate one. Galen snaked his tongue into Quinn’s willing mouth and soon both their tongues were in an age old dance. Galen had just sucked Quinn’s tongue into his mouth when he suddenly heard a cough. He jerked his head around to see Angela standing there with a knowing grin on her face. Quinn, not realizing the two knew eachother immediately went beet red and brought the blanket up to cover his face.

“No need to be embarrassed on account of me Quinn.” Angela said while smiling.

“Angela and I know eachother Quinn, she’s like me.” Galen said to Quinn while pulling the blanket back.

“Sh-sh-she is?” Quinn asked in surprise.

“Yes I am Quinn, I’m an angel, just like Galen.” She said with a smile. “But I didn’t come here to discuss that, I thought I should let you know that your teacher has contacted your father in New York and he is going to catch the next flight here.”

Quinn’s eyes went wide as soon as he realized what that meant for him and Galen. “I-I-I’m e-e-eight-t-teen, th-th-they d-d-don’t n-need to c-contact h-h-him th-though!”

“She felt it was for the best Quinn. I have to get back to work though, I’ll see you two later.” Angela said before walking out.

Quinn turned to Galen with watery eyes, he hadn’t given much thought to what would happen when his father came back. “D-D-Does th-th-this m-m-m-m-mean y-y-you’ll ha-ha-have t-t-to g-g-go?” Quinn asked, holding back a sob.

“No Quinn! I don’t have to go at all, unless you want me to go, I’m not going anywhere!” Galen said, right before leaning down and giving Quinn another light peck on the forehead.

“B-b-but w-w-what a-a-are w-we g-g-going t-to do w-when he g-g-gets here? H-h-he d-d-doesn’t kn-kn-know I-I-I’m g-g-gay!”

“You’d be surprised at what your father does know Quinn.” Galen stated with a smile.

“W-w-what d-do you m-m-mean?”

“Your father already knows Quinn, he’s known for quite awhile. He hasn’t said anything about it to you because he wants you to go to him.”

“H-h-he kn-kn-knows? A-a-and h-h-he’s o-o-okay w-w-with it?” Quinn asked, his voice trembling.

“Ofcourse he is, he loves you, he’s always loved you. And you being gay didn’t change a thing.” Galen said smiling.

Quinn felt like a ton of weight had just been lifted off of his shoulders, he was always afraid to come out to his dad, he thought his dad would be dissapointed because of it.

“W-w-what a-a-are w-w-we g-going to t-t-tell h-him a-a-about y-y-you?” Quinnn asked.

“We could either tell him I’m just a friend, or that I’m your boyfriend. Whichever you want to tell him is okay with me.”

“D-d-do y-you th-th-think th-that h-he’d be o-o-okay w-w-with y-you m-moving i-in i-i-if w-we t-t-told h-him y-y-you’re m-m-my b-b-boyfriend?”

“Not right away I don’t think. He’d have to get to know me more before that would happen. But then again, you wouldn’t need me to move in with you Quinn, I’d get my own apartment and after you finished high school you’d be able to move in with me.” Galen said smiling. Quinn seemed to perk up at that, high school would be done in a couple of months and even if Galen didn’t live with him, he would still be able to see him.

“W-w-when d-do y-y-you th-th-think he’ll g-get h-h-here by?”

“I would say sometime in the morning”

“I-I-I w-w-want to t-t-tell h-him th-th-the t-t-truth a-a-about y-you, th-that y-y-you’re m-m-my b-b-boyf-friend.”

“Ok, etiler escort we can do that.” Galen said, smiling.

“O-o-ok, I’m t-t-tired th-th-though.” Quinn said right before yawning.

“You get some sleep then, I’ll be here by the bed if you need anything.” Galen said, then bent down and gave Quinn a kiss on the forehead. As Quinn slowly drifted off to sleep he felt Galen’s entwine their fingers together and couldn’t help but smile. That night Quinn didn’t have any bad dreams, instead he dreamt of Galen, of being held in the safety of those strong and muscular arms.

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Jackson had just arrived around 7:00 in the morning, when he had heard that his son had been beat up he immediately started packing his things. They’d told him that the damage wasn’t anything serious, that his son had recieved a broken nose, a cracked rib and a lot of bruising, but even so Jackson felt he had to get home to his son. He made sure that one of his colleagues would take care of business in New York.

He was walking down the hall of the hospital towards Quinn’s room now, he figured his son would still be sleeping but wanted to see him anyway, he wanted to see that Quinn was okay with his own eyes. He just turned into Quinn’s room and then stopped dead in his tracks, there was a man there, a muscular man, next to his son’s small body the man looked like a giant. You could see the muscles in his arms bulging out of his long sleeved shirt. He was sitting in a chair next to Quinn’s bed and was bent over with his head resting on the side of the hospital bed, the man was holding Quinn’s hand, their fingers entwined and they were both sleeping. /Who is this man? And what is he doing here?/ Jackson thought to himself. He knew his son was gay, but this couldn’t be his son’s boyfriend, could it? He couldn’t imagine his son having a boyfriend, he was much too shy and unsociable. And on top of that, this man was more than twice the size of Quinn and very muscular, if anything, Quinn would be afraid of him, Jackson could not see his son with this man, they were just too different. Jackson decided he better find out just who this mystery man is and started walking towards him.

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Quinn slowly woke up only to find that Galen wasn’t there. He was confused by this because he was sure that Galen had said he would be there. Maybe he went looking around, or went to go talk to Angela or something Quinn thought. He was feeling hungry and pressed the call button for a nurse, he was surprised when he saw Angela come, as he was sure Galen would be with her.

“W-w-where’s G-G-Gal-len?” Quinn asked.

“He is in the cafeteria … with your father.” Angela replied.

“M-m-my d-d-dad’s h-here?”

“Yes, would you like me to go get them for you Quinn?” Angela asked.

Quinn nodded his answer right away, wanting to see both his father and Galen. He was a little nervous about the fact that they had met already, he’d wanted to introduce them himself. Quinn had decided the day before that he wanted to introduce Galen as his boyfriend, he wanted to be honest with his father. He was nervous, but after Galen had told him that his father already knew that he was gay, he felt he could go through with it, especially with Galen there. Ten minutes later, Galen and Quinn’s father were walking through the door to his room. Quinn was happy to see both of them, but he only got nervous upon seeing his father. His father and Galen looked like they had known eachother for longer then a few hours the way they seemed comfortable around eachother. Quinn thought about it and remembered how safe he felt when Galen is around, Galen was just able to do that with people, make them feel comfortable that is.

Jackson looked at his son and walked over to his side wanting to see for himself that Quinn was infact okay. He was surprised when he had walked into the room to find Galen there but upon getting to know the man was happy to see his son had made a friend. Ofcourse he picked up on the way that Galen talked about his boy, he wondered at the possibility that this man and his son were a couple.

“How are you feeling Quinn?” Jackson asked Quinn.

“O-okay, w-w-when do I g-get t-to go h-h-home?”

“Fairly soon, we just have to sign the release forms first and then we’re outta here.” Jackson smiled.

“W-what h-happened to R-r-ryan?” Quinn asked hesitantly.

“He is being charged with assault.” Jackson said.

Just then Angela came in to the room holding a few papers. “I have your release forms ready Quinn, if you could just sign here and here for me that would be great.” She said, indicating the places he needed to sign with an ‘X’. “I’ll also have you know that it is hospital kağıthane escort policy that you be taken out in a wheel chair.” She said with a smile.

Quinn nodded and started to get up after signing the forms but then immediately sat back down on the hospital bed as he remembered he was only wearing a hospital gown that was open at the back. Quinn blushed and looked up asking where his clothes were. His father immediately produced the bag with Quinn’s clothes that he had brought after stopping off at their home before coming to the hospital.

“Do you need help dressing Quinn? Or are you fine?” Jackson asked of his son.

“I can help him!” Galen immediately stated, not being one to let an opportunity slide. Jackson was quite surprised by that admission and looked down to see a beet red Quinn.

“Umm, is that okay with you Quinn?” Jackson asked.

“Y-y-yes.” Quinn said quietly. He swore he could feel himself blush more, if that was even possible.

Angela and Jackson then left the room to allow Quinn to get dressed with Galen’s help. As soon as they were gone Galen wrapped his arms around Quinn and claimed the boy’s mouth with his own thrusting his tongue into Quinn’s wanting mouth. Quinn was standing now and he lightly moaned as he felt Galen part the back of the hospital gown and rub his pert buttocks with his hands. Galen loved the boy’s smooth cheeks and seized every opportunity to make that known. Quinn moaned once more before pulling away.

“I h-h-have to g-get d-dressed G-g-galen” Quinn whispered.

“Well then, you’ll have to get undressed first.” Galen said with a wink right before pulling the hospital gown completely off of Quinn and letting it drop to the floor. Quinn went crimson as he stood there naked in front of Galen while completely hard. Galen held his breath as he took in the sight of his beautiful blushing boy in his naked state. He embraced Quinn once more and held him close, “I want to make love to you tonight, Quinn.” Galen whispered. He listened as Quinn’s breath quickened and he started to lightly hump Galen. “But unfortunately, you’re right, you do have to get dressed.” Galen whispered and chuckled to himself as Quinn let out a small frustrated moan as he pulled away. He then grabbed Quinn’s sweatpants from the bag his father brought. Quinn took the pants from him and stepped into them. His erection was quite visible underneath his pants but luckily his father had brought him a t-shirt as well as a sweatshirt. Quinn put the t-shirt on and after sitting in the wheelchair he covered his lap with the sweater. Galen proceeded to wheel Quinn into the waiting room where Jackson was waiting.

“Alright buddy, let’s get you home to rest.” Jackson said, all the while staring at Galen. He knew his son was gay, but he simply couldn’t imagine this man being his boyfriend. A man like that simply doesn’t go for a boy like Quinn. He was big, muscular and had “JOCK” written all over him! Quinn got bullied by jocks! And yet, the way Galen looked at Quinn, the way he was so incredibly gentle with him said “love”, Jackson decided he had to look more into this, find out more about this man with his son. “Uh, Galen, why don’t you come over to the house for dinner if you’d like, I really appreciate you being here for Quinn and I’m sure he would like it if you came over.”

“Sure, I’d love to Mr. Aldridge.” Galen responded. He loved the way that Quinn’s eyes lit up at the mention of him coming over. But he also knew that Jackson had ulterior motives. He’d been reading Jackson’s mind the entire time and knew this was simply a ploy to get him alone and question him more about his relationship with Quinn. He didn’t blame Jackson though, he was very protective of Quinn, with good reason.

“Please, call me Jackson.”

“Alright, Jackson.” Galen said with a smile.

*

Back at the house, Jackson had been lightly fussing over Quinn, wanting to make sure he was comfortable and had everything that he needed. Eventually Quinn had fallen asleep and Jackson had started to make dinner. Quinn was still asleep when dinner was ready so Jackson decided to let him be and he and Galen would eat dinner while waiting, he also figured this would be a great time to talk to Galen. What he didn’t know was that Galen was ready for all of his questions BEFORE he asked them.

“So Galen, how did you and Quinn meet?”

“Movie theatre.”

“Movies, huh, what one?”

“Batman the dark knight, great movie by the way. I was walking down the aisle and bumped into him, which caused him to spill his drink. I felt bad so I decided to buy him another one and afterwards we just started talking.”

“How old are you Galen?”

Galen was a little tempted to go with ‘As old as the planet.” But decided to go with something a bit smaller. “I just turned 20.”

Jackson didn’t expect to hear that Galen was 20 years old, he did look older then Quinn, but Quinn doesn’t even look his age so that’s normal. “How old did you think Quinn was?”

“Well, I knew he was 18 because I had stood behind him in line for the movie and the movie is 18A so they asked him for ID. But I’m sure I wouldn’t have known that just looking at him.” Galen responded. He knew where this conversation was headed, he could tell that Jackson was getting a little frustrated.

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I was headed into the Free Wolf, a seedy looking bar. The Free Wolf is owned by a werewolf and most of the clientele is of the supernatural variety. Of course all the regular people out there had no idea. Most stayed clear of the bar because of the feel it gave off. The front was covered in graffiti. It was situated in a strip mall between a tattoo parlor and an Ethiopian restaurant. The bouncer who stood at the door was large and very unfriendly. If you were watching the bar it would seem that no one ever went in. All the supernaturals went in the back door.

When I entered I was assaulted by the scents of all the different beings in the bar. As a weretiger my sense of smell is stronger than any regular human’s, though not as strong as some of the other beings in the bar. The owner, Rolf, waved to me from behind the bar. He put out a frosty looking beer bottle on the bar and nodded his head at me. I threaded my way to him and retrieved the beer. Since I’d moved to the city I spent most of my free time in the Free Wolf. I found it comforting after leaving home where I was surrounded by my family, all the regular people in my daytime-life made my skin itch.

Weretigers are solitary creatures. We live with our mates and children until they’re grown. No packs for us, not like the wolves. I left my home as soon as I’d finished college, strafing at being in my parents’ house. Yet, I longed for the interaction of other supernatural beings. So I often found myself at the Free Wolf. When it was slow I would chat with Rolf, the owner. We got along well, chatting about sports or politics. We were like-minded on most topics and I liked the man, even if he was a dog. I’d confided in Rolf that I was gay and hoping to meet someone at his bar. He thought it unlikely but my experiences with normal guys in my bed weren’t that great. I spent so much time worrying about not hurting them that I was distracted the whole time from my own pleasure. It could be suffocating, the sex without true release. I was getting tired of my own hand.

Rolf came back to me a moment later; I thanked him for the beer. “Fuck, it’s busy tonight. Can’t imagine what all these freaks are doing here….” Rolf said as he turned away to grab a bottle off the shelf behind him. As he mixed the drink he spoke again, “There are some new wolves in here tonight. A pack from out of state, they travel doing construction on new stores for some corporation. Keep an eye out. They got permission to enter our territory but I don’t know much about them.”

“Thanks, Rolf. I can take care of myself, but thanks for the heads-up.”

“Okay, Tony. Enjoy the beer, it’s on the house. Let me know if you need another.” He said as he was walking down to the other end of the bar with two drinks in his hands.

I spun around on the bar stool, nursing my drink, and studied the people around me. I recognized a few. There were a bunch of vampires in one corner hanging all over each other. Two werewolves were dancing on the tiny dance floor by the jukebox, I’d played pool with the guy a couple times. I didn’t recognize many others and scented the air to determine what kind of beings were around me. I caught the scent of something indistinct, faded but almost fresh. It smelled good and I tried to trace it from my barstool. I turned towards the bathrooms by the backdoor, where I’d entered.

I was staring at the door when the man walked out into the bar. He was tall, thickly muscled and dark. Our eyes locked and I knew the scent was coming from this man. He smelled like what the desert would smell like after the sun set, spicy and clean with the promise of heat that would come when the sun rose. It was the best thing I’d ever smelled. His semi-long, black hair was pushed behind his ears. His black eyes bored into me from the olive skin of his powerful face. He had on a white t-shirt, the fabric hugging his muscles and stretching over his big biceps. His forearms were covered in black hair and corded with tendons and veins. The shirt just reached the waist of his jeans which were snug on his crotch and thick thighs. I looked up from the worn construction boots on his feet to meet his eyes again. Fuck me, I was lost.

I’d never seen a guy so hot. I knew instantly that he was a werewolf, some inner instinct telling me. He must be one of the visiting pack members. I couldn’t look away from him, my mind went to mush. He held up one finger at me and moved to some tables at my right where a bunch of men and some women were sitting. He broke eye contact and spoke to a couple of them. It was maybe two seconds and he was staring straight at me, headed in my direction. He’d grabbed a bottle off the table and took a swig without losing my eyes. He licked his lips and I focused on his tongue and generous lips, the shadow of his beard around his mouth and along his strong jaw.

Before I knew it, he was in front of me. His thighs brushed the front of my bent knees. He put out his hand and I took it automatically. It was damp and cool Halkalı travesti from holding the bottle he’d put in his other hand. His grip was firm, I could feel the calluses on his palm. He leaned in close, still holding my hand, and brought up his other arm to place the beer bottle on the bar behind me. I felt enclosed by his arms and his scent grew incredibly stronger. My cock hardened instantly; almost painful it was so hard. His face was close to mine, his eyes filled my vision.

“My name’s Kyle. What’s yours, sexy?” His breath was cool, smelling of beer and something sweet. “Tony”, my mouth felt so dry.

“You smell good, Tony.” He practically growled it out and moved his nose in close to my neck, inhaling loudly. I felt the heat of his body so close to mine. The fine hair on the back of my neck stood up. He moved his mouth up, close to my ear. “We should get out of here, Tone. Go somewhere private.” He pulled back so I could see his face and the desire written plainly there.

He took my arm and propelled me off the barstool. Close by my side, his thigh brushing mine, he led me by the arm towards the back door. We stepped out into the humid air and he took my hand in his, leading me to a white pick-up and opening the passenger door. As he helped me up onto the bench seat it occurred to me that I was leaving a bar with a stranger. I didn’t know anything about him but his name and that he was a wolf, not usually friends to tigers. I was just thinking about getting out of his truck when the other door opened and he hopped in behind the wheel. He started the truck and put it in reverse. I was mesmerized again while watching the play of muscles in his arms and under his shirt as he maneuvered the truck out of the parking lot.

“My car….” I couldn’t finish the sentence because I wasn’t sure what to say.

“We’ll come get it tomorrow. Don’t worry, it’ll be safe there. We’re going to your place, where do you live Tony?” I was trying to process what was happening but I couldn’t keep up in my head and just gave him directions. It only took ten minutes and we were parked in my driveway. He jumped out and was helping me out of my side before I’d finished opening the door. It was like I was in slow motion. His hand threaded with mine as I led us to the front door of my little rental house. I unlocked the first lock as he moved up behind me to rub his erection against my ass. I dropped my keys, not because I was startled but because I was so hungry for him that my hands were shaking. I stooped to grab the keys, my face so close to his crotch I could smell the scent of him strongly. My mind was dazed but as I straightened up my brain cleared a bit.

“I don’t even know you, Kyle. What am I doing? I’ve never done something like this before.” My gaze lowered from his while I stammered this out. He grabbed my hand holding the keys and helped me unlock the door. Before the door was all the way open he had me in his arms, pressing me against the foyer wall while he kicked the door shut. His lips met mine, hard, and I started purring deep in my throat. I opened my mouth to him and his tongue thrust in deep and tangled with mine. He tasted like the best thing ever.

It was only a moment and he pulled away to study me, his gaze surveying my face. His lips were wet and glistened in the soft light coming from the living room. His eyes returned to mine and he spoke softly, almost into my lips. “Tony, you smell like my mate. I’m going to take you in the bedroom and claim you, mark you as mine. I don’t know if cats have mates (his look turned uncertain for a minute), but I think you’re mine. I can’t help it, it’s instinct. A wolf doesn’t argue with instinct so I’m going to fuck you now.” His lips met mine again as I tried to make sense of what he’d said. My involuntary purring started up again.

This kiss started sweet and turned ferocious as the passion built. I pulled one of my legs up the outside of his to hook behind his thigh and knee. His hands moved from my face to my ass. He lifted me against him and I wrapped my other leg around him. He walked us down the hall without breaking our kiss, our tongues thrusting against each other. He pulled back for a breath and to give me a questioning look. I nodded toward the bedroom on his right and he nipped my bottom lip. Somehow he flicked on the lights without putting me down then walked me to the bed and laid me down on it. He stretched out over me, pulling us into the center of the bed. He was between my legs, humping against me and rubbing our hard-ons together.

I wrapped my arms and legs around his torso. Our lips met and the kiss was savage, bruising my lips against my teeth. Then his tongue invaded my mouth, possessing me completely. Even the urge to breath was lost to his dominance. I suckled on his tongue and he growled from deep in his chest. I could feel the vibration in my whole body and it triggered something in me. I started to come. I pulled my arms back from around him and pushed Levent travesti at his chest but he wouldn’t be moved. He deepened the kiss and ran one hand into my hair to pull.

I rutted against him and lost my load in my pants, purring and moaning against his mouth. I had to pull back and catch my breath. He looked down at me, smiling. Embarrassment welled up in me, I’d come like a teenager. I shifted my eyes to avoid his gaze but he pulled on my hair, forcing me to look at him again. He kissed me tenderly, just brushing our lips together.

I still felt uncertain and started to apologize. Before I could get a word out he held one finger to my lips. “Baby, there’s nothing to be sorry for. I love that you got so excited. It makes me think how you’re just as into me as I’m into you. You don’t have to worry, I’m going to make you come all night. That was just the first.”

He ducked and pressed his lips to mine even as he began to back away from the embrace my legs still held him in. He jumped up out of the bed and reached for my pants. He had them unbuckled and pulled down to my feet, along with my boxers, in a second. Then he removed my shoes, socks, pants an underwear leaving me in just my t-shirt. He gave me an admiring look and said, “Take it off, Tony.” I started to pull my t-shirt off but got distracted watching him undress.

First he pulled off his own t-shirt. I admired his furry abs and chest. God, he was built. Just looking at the muscles flex and move while he raised the hem of the shirt over his head had my dick back to aching hardness. He toed off his boots while he unbuttoned his pants and he was naked in moments. I rushed to finish taking off my shirt. He stood there and studied me, his eyes gleaming with lust. I studied him right back. He had thick dark hair curling on his chest, thinning on his tight stomach only to thicken again below his belly button. The hair was thicker and darker at the junction of his pelvis, the lines there etched in sharp relief. His cock jutted out and made my breath stutter. It was huge, bigger than any I’d ever seen. It was curved slightly upward. The angle of my view made it hard to really get a good look. I was especially intrigued by his big balls, hanging so ripe between his thick hairy thighs.

I looked up again to meet his eyes, my words tumbling out before I even thought about what I was saying. “Jesus, your cock is huge.” I was still purring.

“Don’t worry, baby. I couldn’t ever hurt you. Fuck, you’re beautiful. You’re hair is gold all over and your skin, shit.” He ran a hand over his face as he said this. Rubbing his eyes, as though to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, he stared at me again. He moved to crawl over me again and stopped to rub a hand through me damp pubes. He brought his fingers to my mouth as he moved up my body. I accepted them and licked at my own salty essence, he growled again.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t know what to do first. You like sucking cock? Getting fucked?” He asked all this while running his hand over my abs, supporting his body over me with the other arm. I could feel a blush rising as he reached to my dick and jacked me in one big hand. His eyes returned to me expectantly.

“I do like to suck cock, but I’ve never been fucked. I haven’t been with many guys before, Kyle.” I’d dreamt of it and fingered myself plenty.

“We’ll take things slow and easy. You’re mine, now, and I could never hurt you.” He gave me another soft kiss after he said this. He moved down my body, cupping my balls, and brought his lips to the head of my dick. He kissed it, then slid his tongue out to lap at it. The intimate contact bordered on pain, it was so intense. I shuddered under him as he slowly engulfed the shaft, not stopping until he had the whole thing. I felt his throat swallowing around the head of my cock, making me claw at the sheets. He pulled off and crawled back up to lay atop me, rubbing our dicks together again.

He was maybe an inch or two taller than me, probably six-two or three. Our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly and our lips met in another scorching kiss. Having just had an orgasm my mind was clearer and I knew exactly what I wanted. I pushed against one of his hard shoulders and rolled my body against his. He ended on his back with me straddling him.

I held his eyes as I wrapped my hand around both of our cocks and stroked them together. After a dozen strokes and some serious eye-fucking he closed his eyes and fell back onto the pillows. “Fuck, Tone, I’m so close. I need you to make me come, baby.” I longed to do just that. All I could think of was his comment about marking and claiming me. I slid toward the bottom of the bed, kissing his chest and nipples then running my tongue along the grooves of his stomach muscles. I found the head of his dick and pulled it up with my lips to capture the head in my mouth.

I licked all around the bottom of his big cock as I slowly sank down on it. I forced the big head into my throat Şirinevler travesti and swallowed against it, getting used to the feel of his thick meat stretching me open and trying not to gag or choke. His hands came to play in the hair at the back of my head. He didn’t force me down but it wouldn’t have mattered as I was forcing myself to accept his dick. I held my breath and took his entire dick. Kyle was moaning and grunting. Just as I was planting me nose in the thicket of hair at his base I felt his dick tense. He started whimpering and I felt the come climb his shaft and pump into my throat. I swallowed against him and he shouted out. I pulled back to take some of his come in my mouth, sucking on the head to draw all the come out. It tasted good.

He pulled me up to him and kissed me soundly, then rolled me under him. He pinned my arms above my head and captured my eyes. “That was the best I’ve ever had. Not many guys can take me so deep so quick. Or make me come like that.” Kyle told me this with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

“I wanted it so bad, I didn’t think about if I could do it. I just did it because I wanted all of your dick inside me somehow.” He kissed me again, letting the kiss deepen slowly. I was trapped under him, pinned to the bed. I spread my legs wide and wrapped them around him. We began rubbing against each other. I wondered at how turned on I was, acting the slut and letting this man dominate me. His dick had only briefly lost its hard rigidity and was already full and hot against mine. He let go of my hands and pushed up to look down at me.

“We’re gonna fuck now, Tony. I need lube.”

“It’s there, on the nightstand.” I turned my head to look at it and his gaze followed mine. He reached over and grabbed the bottle then rose to his knees. My thighs were open and draped over his. He uncapped the bottle and poured some out over his fingers and into his palm. He capped the bottle and placed it back on the nightstand as he shoved his other hand between out crotches and brought it to my ass. Quickly he inserted one thick finger and I pulsed against him. I squirmed and closed my eyes against his possessive, hungry staring. His other hand grabbed my jaw roughly and I opened my eyes to him.

“Tony, I’m going to fuck you.” He added another lube wet finger. “I’m going to claim you as mine. And I will be yours. Forever.” I could feel that he had tipped his hand up and was pressing his third finger into my painfully stretched hole. The lube puddled in the palm of his hand was sliding down into my ass. Making me wet. I growled and purred as I moved on his fingers, my whole body writhing to make it feel good and make the pain go away. He growled and I looked up at him, stilling for a moment. “Fuck, you want it. Don’t you, Tony? Tell me you want my dick. You’re fucking begging for it without saying a word.” He was thrusting his fingers into me and spreading them to stretch me.

“I want it, Kyle. Fuck, I want it bad.” I started to thrust my ass against his hand again. Fucking myself on his fingers. “Give it to me, Kyle. Make me yours.” My eyes had not left his and I saw his beast come out in them. They turned hard and dark with lust. He pulled his fingers from my hole and palmed his dick a few times to get it somewhat lubed. He grabbed my thighs behind my knees and pushed them up towards my chest, pulling my ass up and off the bed. He pulled his eyes from mine to look down at the entrance to my body and exhaled all the air from his lungs. He pushed his dick down and placed the head against my throbbing ass lips. Pulling my legs up onto his shoulders he leaned over me in a push-up position and caught my eyes again.

Slowly he began to exert pressure with his hips. I pushed my inner muscles out to accept him, taking confidence from the look in his eyes. The head slipped into me and I fought not to tense, the pain was almost overwhelming. I cried out and he thrust more of his big cock into me, giving me no respite. He buried himself to the hilt, until I felt his big balls resting against my upturned ass. I was panting and groaning. He bent me more in half and leaned on one forearm as he brought the other hand to my face and caressed me jaw.

My whole body convulsed against him, my ass and guts constricting rhythmically around his huge cock. It was more than my mind could encompass. The feeling was so large and vast. Being impaled on the thick shaft of his manhood was almost more than I could bear. I felt the need to move, to alleviate the building pressure in me. “Fuck me, oh God, fuck me. Move please. Please.” I begged like the wanton thing I had become. I felt like I didn’t know myself and he was the only thing reining me in, keeping me from losing all control.

His lips met mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth as his cock withdrew from my still clenching hole. I moaned deep into his mouth and he thrust hard back into me. He set a driving rhythm using long full strokes. I felt my ass opening to him completely, submitting before the onslaught of his giant cock. I spread my legs more, to the very edges of his wide shoulders and thrust my body up to meet and take each of his steady strokes. I gripped his biceps and he pulled up to watch my face. I saw the concentration and hard lust in his.

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Ramon and his family reached home after spending an hour and half in a bus. All the way home his father and brother had their arms around him and he couldn’t help but shed a few tears. People were staring at them but he couldn’t care less. He was here and he was saved from that island and couldn’t have wished for anything more than to be in both of their arms. His brother had bought some slippers from a street vendor because he was bare foot.

“Welcome back home.” Eduardo said to him after they reached their house.

Ramon stared at the house with tears of joy running down his face. He had missed that little house, his room and his bed. But mostly he had missed his family and the people who were his neighbors especially his best friend, Mark. He didn’t know if it was because he had not seen the house for a week but it looked bigger, beautiful and inviting.

“Hey!” His father exclaimed. “Why are you crying? Are you not happy to be home?”

“It’s why I am crying, father.” He sobbed. “You don’t know how much I missed this place and you guys.”

His father held him and took him in the house. He took a look as they entered and was welcomed by its scent which he had missed. Not like it smelled good or anything but because he really liked the welcoming smell of the house.

They entered the house and they were still holding on to him. A few minutes later, Eduardo excused himself to cook something scrumptious for him while his father was just there holding him. He was lying on his father’s lap while his father played with his hair and kissed his forehead like a four year old. He would have objected to it, but he knew that the old man really missed him so much. Those hands in his hair were like magic to him and soon he was thinking about Marcos. He wondered how Marcos was doing and if he had woken up and called his name.

He just wished he didn’t leave the hospital without seeing how he was doing after the operation and probably had given him a deep passionate kiss after he had woken. But he didn’t want questions from Marcos’ father and his friend because he still didn’t know if their relationship would be revealed to anyone else or if it would be between them. After all, who would want to introduce someone like him to a wealthy family like the Martinez? He would understand it if Marcos ever chose not to say anything.

He was not even sure if whatever they did on the island was guarantee that they would be in a relationship. Anything could happen and he would be ready to accept any decision that Marcos makes. He promised himself to accept anything that Marcos would say. He also promised himself not to tell anyone about their relationship. It was Marcos’ job to do that.

About an hour later, Ramon could smell the beautiful aroma coming from the kitchen and he knew that Eduardo must have been cooking something really delicious for him.

“Are you ready to tell us what happened?” His father asked as he caressed his hair.

“I will do that after I eat.” He smiled to his father who was still looking like he was in shock.

His father just gave a smile and continued with playing with hair. Ramon wished that he could just lie on that lap for all eternity. It felt so peaceful and he didn’t have any fears about anything but ever since he lay there, all he thought of was Marcos. Funny how he had fallen in love with the same guy whom he really hated from the first day they met. But it was the same guy who blew him away with the wind of love.

Ramon could feel that he smelled funny and he knew that he needed to have a long meeting with Mr. Soap and Mr. Water. After a week, this was going to be his first true bath because it was just like playing in water while on the island.

Ramon got up slowly from his father’s lap and stood straight as he slowly stretched.

“Excuse me, father I need to take a bath.”

His father just nodded in agreement and he began going to his room. He slowly opened the door to his room and almost cried because he never though he would see that room again. He slowly entered and closed the door behind him as he looked all around the room. Everything was just the way he had left them except for the photos which were not in the place where he had left them. He immediately knew that either his father or brother was looking at them because they missed him as much as he missed them.

After taking a long look around his room, he stripped all of his clothes off and wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way out of the room to the bathroom. There was only one bathroom and so he got out of his room and went to the bathroom.

Ramon stood in the shower slowly applying the soap to his whole body while his brain took him down memory lane. He imagined that he was with Marcos who was holding him tightly and kissing his neck Şişli travesti as he applied soap to the rest of his body. He imagined that Marcos turned him around kissed his mouth slowly but sensually making his whole body lust for more. He felt his whole body getting hot as adrenalin worked on his excitement.

He was so lost in his thought that he even touched his own body and imagined it was Marcos who was touching him. He felt himself getting hard at the thought of taking a shower with Marcos and making love in the hot shower while Marcos pinned him to the wall.

How excited he was when he thought of Marcos ramming his dick in and out of his tight hole.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door which brought him back to reality and realized that he had spent more time in the bathroom and he had not even done anything yet.

“Hey, little bro,” Eduardo chuckled from outside the bathroom. “Hurry it in there, I am almost done cooking.”

“Alright, Eduardo,” He exclaimed. “I will be right out.”

Ramon heard footsteps draw further from the bathroom and he knew that Eduardo had gone. He applied soap on the rest of his body, cleaned his ass with a cloth applied with soap and quickly turned the shower on. The warm water felt like heaven on his skin. He couldn’t still believe that he was already home and taking a hot shower which was what he missed the most. He never really liked cold water and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because he likes the feel of warm water on his skin because it at least massaged him a bit.

Ramon almost jumped out of the shower when the water reached his ass. It stung and that was when he realized that it had only been a day when Marcos had made love to his virgin hole and it had not healed. He just hoped that he would be walking properly otherwise his brother would know instantly what had happened on the island.

Ramon stood in the shower as the water washed away the soap. After a while, he showered and cleaned every part of his body well especially his hair which he had completely neglected while they were stranded on the island.

He was about to get out of the shower when he suddenly felt pain in his ass. He tried to walk but the pain was still there. Could the pain from encounter on the island have come back? He tried to touch his ass but it was still painful and there was little blood on his hand. He used the towel to wipe the blood and he quickly got out of the shower walking funny which really scared him because he knew that a question was gonna come out of it whether he liked it or not.

He had not broken the news to his family that he had been stranded on the island for a week and now he was walking funny. He had a lot of explaining to do but he couldn’t just tell his family that he had sex with Marcos. He couldn’t just go out and say, “hey father, Marcos fucked me while we were on the island.’ Or ‘Hey dad, I lost my virginity to Marcos on the island. No! That would be awkwardly insane and he knew he had to come up with something that would convince them otherwise.

Ramon went back to the room walking slowly making sure that he never bumps into Eduardo. He quickly reached the room and dropped the towel. He quickly opened the drawer and was welcomed by his boxers. He put on clean boxers which made his dick feel fresh after having worn the same boxer for a week. He then opened his small wardrobe and got out a muscle shirt and a blue short which he wore. He was just finish putting on the shirt when Eduardo came to his room to call him.

He quickly got out of the room and went to the living room where he found the food waiting for him on the table. It was fried beef with rice and vegetables plus orange juice. He had missed having this kind of food while he was stranded. He had barely sat when he took the spoon and got a spoonful of rice and in it went. It felt so good to have good food in his stomach again. He sat down and began eating the food making the delicious face while his brother laughed. He was eating like he had never had that kind of food before and could see the worry in his father’s face. He took the orange juice and drunk the whole cup. He could feel his whole being getting fully satisfied and he knew that even his body missed that kind of food.

Now that he was done eating, it was time to start explaining where he had been for the past one week. He could see that his father and brother were looking at him and he knew that it was time to start explaining. He quickly got up and got his plates and was about to take them to the kitchen when he felt a shot of pain in his ass. He stopped in his tracks and winced. How could he have forgotten that he had awoken the pain in the bathroom?

“Are you okay?” His brother asked.

“I am absolutely fine.” He smiled as he walked carefully to the kitchen.

When he came back he noticed that his brother was looking at him as if he knew what had happened on the island.

“Oh my God, he knows.”

He didn’t know how to Taksim travesti explain if Eduardo asked that question in the presence of his father.

“Are you sure you are okay?” Eduardo hit him with another question.

“Of course, I am fine.” He stuttered. “Why do you ask?”

“Nothing,” Eduardo answered. But Ramon knew that he would bring it up once they were alone.

Ramon sat down and his father moved closer to him.

“Now my son, will you tell us where you were for the past one week.”

“I was stranded on an island with Mr. Martinez.” He answered.

“I know that you were with Mr. Martinez the moment I saw the posters which declared him missing.” His father said with a sigh. “But how did it happen?”

Now the moment of truth was here. He began narrating the whole story from the moment he had left the house, how he met with Mr. Martinez. He lied about how he fell off the boat. Instead of saying that Mr. Martinez tried to hold him, he lied that he felt dizzy and fell off the boat and Mr. Martinez jumped off the boat to save him. He narrated how he was found on the island and how they survived on the island to the moment Marcos fell from the coconut tree and how they were saved by a boat to the moment he called them. While he was narrating the story all them were quiet and listened to him attentively but he could see that his brother was staring at him with a suspicious face. Could he be in trouble?

“I knew that guy was trouble from the first day I met him.” Eduardo said. “You made a mistake by following him. You should have come to me and I would have sorted him out and none of this would have happened.”

“Eduardo!” His father said calmly. “Your brother has been through a lot and we should just be happy that he is back safe and sound. I want to be mad at him too but he has been through a lot.”

“I am so sorry father if I made you go through a tough time looking for me.” He apologized.

“To be honest we were so devastated and reported the matter to the police but they did nothing to help us. We even lost hope of ever seeing you again. I am so glad that you are back to us.”

His father hugged him tightly and messed up his hair. He laughed loudly and held on to his father tightly.

“Did the bastard do anything to you while you were on the island?” Eduardo asked loudly.

Ramon’s heart immediately began bumping faster and he felt shivers run down his spine. He had to defend the love of his life no matter what.

“No!” He said giving a shy smile. “He didn’t even try to do anything to me. In fact he really helped me a lot. If not for him I wouldn’t have survived.”

“Good then,” His father said with a chuckle. “But that does not excuse him for anything. If I see him anywhere I will give him a piece of my mind for he was the cause of everything.”

“Yeah,” Eduardo shouted. “If not for him you wouldn’t have been on that boat in the first place. I will give him a piece of my mind too and I hope that it is the last time he will bother you again.”

That sentence from Eduardo made him scared. Now that he had bonded with Marcos he didn’t ever want to leave him alone. He didn’t even know what he would do if Marcos ever decided that he didn’t want to do anything with him. He would die from the pain of losing Marcos.

“But if not for Marcos…”

“Marcos!” His brother shouted in surprise. “You now call him Marcos.”

“I mean Mr. Martinez, I wouldn’t have been here.” He said softly. “I would have died in the sea.”

“I will thank him for that.” Eduardo answered. “But like I said, he will get it from me.”

Ramon wondered why Eduardo was speaking as if he really wanted to hurt Marcos. Ramon couldn’t bare it if Marcos got hurt again but he kept quiet because he still didn’t know of the plans Marcos had. He didn’t know if he planned on having a relationship with him or not. He just nodded and gave him an unsatisfied smile.

A knock was heard on the door and Eduardo run to open it. Ramon could hear Mark’s voice as soon as he heard the door open. Mark run to the living and almost choked him with his tight hug.

“I missed you so much.” Mark said and Ramon could hear that he was emotional.

“I missed you a lot too.” Ramon answered while patting on his back.

“Where were you for the past one week?” Mark asked when they broke the hug.

“I will tell you.” Ramon smiled.

Ramon got permission from his father and took Mark to his room. While going he could see that Eduardo was looking at him with strangely like he wanted to let something out. He ignored him and went with Mark to his room. He closed the door and had barely sat and Mark was demanding to know what had happened to him.

“I was stranded on an island with Mr. Martinez.”

Mark was looking at him with a wide mouth and eyes.

“I knew that Mr. Martinez was missing but I had no idea that it was with you.” Mark laughed. “Did anything happen between you two?”

“No!” Ramon Gümüşsuyu travesti said softly. “He saved my life.”

“Okay, let me get this straight.” Mark said as he raised his hands in the hair. “First he tried to rape you and now he saved you, are you sure he is not in love with you?”

Mark was a crazy friend of Ramon. He knew about the attempted rape because Ramon couldn’t hide it from him. He kept on insisting.

“I don’t know.” He answered. “He has not said anything to me.”

“Trust me on this one,” Mark chuckled. “He is in love with you.”

As crazy as Mark could be, Ramon knew that he might just be right and he felt happy that his friend was telling him this. Mark was a friend he wouldn’t want to lose, ever. Ramon narrated the whole story to Mark and the guy just went crazier about how he wished he was the one who was stuck with Marcos and how he would have given Marcos the pleasure of his life. Mark was really crazy but made Ramon laugh a lot. After talking for hours and catching up, Ramon escorted Mark outside but on his way back met with his neighbors who asked him questions of his whereabouts for a week. By the time he was done explaining, it was already dark. His neighbors were all glad that he was back and they teased him about Marcos.

Ramon went back in the house and had dinner. He chatted with his family for long catching up on the lost time and he went to bed really late. It was around 11.43 pm when he went to bed and found out that it was hard to sleep. He was missing having Marcos’ arms wrapped around him while he slept and the pain was reminding him of Marcos making love to him on the sand. He could still remember how Marcos pleasured him and how he handled him while he made love to him.

He turned to see if he could sleep but it got worse as he thought he saw Marcos lying on the other side of the bed smiling at him with his beautiful dimples. He closed his eyes trying to fall asleep but he saw images of Marcos looking at him with glowing beautiful eyes and smiling at him. The whole kissing incident came back to him and he missed him even more. How he wished he had kissed him at the hospital and told him how much he loved him. He was really missing him so much and he knew that this was going to be a long night.

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Marcos woke up on a bed without feeling any pain in his leg. It felt better and he could move it. When he opened his eyes he realized that he was in the hospital and had no idea how he got there. The last he remembered was lying on Ramon’s lap in the boat and now he was already in the hospital. He got up and moved his leg slowly which gave a tiny shot of pain but he sat straight on the bed. He looked around but did not see Ramon or anybody else. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was 8 am. He wanted to see his Ramon so badly and kiss him. He really needed to see him and hug him so he began calling his name.

“Ramon!” He shouted all through the room. “Ramon!”

But there was no answer. A few seconds later he heard footsteps and he slowly got up to welcome Ramon in his arms. He tried to stand on both his legs but found it difficult as he felt his leg spasm in pain. He leaned on to the bed and just waited for Ramon to come inside. That was also when he realized that he was in a blue gown. The steps got closer and he was ready to see the love of his life but got surprised when he saw his father entering the door. His father was dressed in a white shirt with a brown trouser and he was looking really handsome. He had his hair combed backwards which made him look younger than his age. He was so happy that his father had come but he wanted to see Ramon.

“Son, you are finally awake.” His father said as he came near him. “You shouldn’t put more pressure on your leg. Lie down until the doctor comes here to see you.”

Marcos was so surprised but it was probably Anthony who called his father that he was lost. Where was he anyway?

“Father,” He exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“My son was missing.” His father answered. “I couldn’t just sit and do nothing. I had to come back as soon as Anthony called me.”

His father now hugged him and helped him to get back on the bed. He was still looking around to see if Ramon was anywhere near the room or outside.

“Are you not happy to see me?” His father asked.

“No, father,” He laughed. “I am really happy to see you but don’t tell me that all of you came back.”

“No, it’s just me. Your mother and the rest of your siblings remained.” His father chuckled. “They wanted to come but I told them that I would handle the situation. I spoke to them this morning though and they will be here next month. They are just glad that you have been found and they sent their kisses.”

While his father was speaking he was just looking at the door hoping for Ramon to turn up so that he could hug him and kiss him in front of his father.

“Yeah, that’s great dad.” He responded his eyes still glued to the door way.

“Are you sure you are alright?” His father asked as he touched his forehead.

He could hear footsteps coming to the room and he was sure that this time it was Ramon who was coming.

“I am fine, dad.” He gushed. “I am just waiting to see someone.”

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Tom felt like he was going to be sick. He paced back and forth in his living room, mind racing. What was he going to do? Was it just his imagination? Maybe Jason had been joking, and he was worrying for nothing. He was just about to grab his phone to text Jason, and tell him not to come over. He could come up with some excuse. Just then he heard a knock on his door.

“Shit,” he muttered. Too late. He heard another knock. Maybe he could pretend he forgot Jason was coming over and say he had to go out? He pulled the door open, ready to make up an excuse. His friend Jason was casually standing there, leaning against the wall, a knowing smile on his handsome face. All thoughts flew out of his head, and his stomach dropped. He was on the top of the rollercoaster about to go down the hill and there was no getting off.

“Can I come in,” Jason said quietly, eyes steady on Tom’s face.

“Come on in,” Tom said robotically, stepping back automatically to let Jason pass. Jason walked past him slowly, shoulder brushing Tom’s chest, and Tom instantly felt goosebumps raise on his arms. His heartbeat was speeding up, and he took a deep breath to calm down, and shut and locked the front door. He turned to face his friend.

Neither said anything, just locked eyes. There was a tension in the room that almost made the air crackle.

This all started the weekend before. Tom had some guys over to watch the game. It was a long night of football and drinking, and eventually Jason was the only person still there. Tom didn’t think it was a good idea for Jason to drive, so he told him to stay over. He was pretty drunk himself, so it was it good thing he didn’t need to go anywhere.

As they sat on the couch, bullshitting back and forth, Tom drunkenly complained that he needed to get laid. It had been months since he had broken up with his girlfriend, and even when they were together, the sex hadn’t been great. Normally Tom was very buttoned up, but he had more to drink than he had in a long time, and Jason was one of those guys that didn’t say a lot, but seemed to make those around him talk. As Tom went on, Jason smiled and didn’t say anything.

“What is so funny,” Tom slurred.

“Nothing, you actually just made me think about my last girlfriend, and this amazing threesome we had. That girl was wild.” He shook his head looking away like he was remembering every detail in his head. Then he looked back at Tom who was staring at him. “What?”

“You can’t just say that and not give the gory details man. I know what Tory looked like, she was so hot, but what about the other chick? What did they do? Cihangir travesti C’mon, give it up!”

“What chick?”

“The third of your threesome?”

“Oh.” Jason stopped there, still smiling. “It wasn’t a woman.”

That thought just hung there in air. Tom was pretty drunk, so it took him a minute then his eyes grew large. “You mean you were with a guy? You are shitting me!”

“No, I’m not.” He took a swig from his beer bottle and put it on the table. “It was for Tory’s birthday. She always fantasized about being in the middle of a man sandwich, and at first I thought no way, but I came around. I was trying to keep things together with us, and was willing to try just about anything.

“No way man,” Tom, said shaking his head. “You did not.”

“I did, and it ended up being the most mind-blowing sex I ever had.” Jason saw the look of shock on Tom’s face. “No shit man, earth-shattering.”

Neither men spoke for a few minutes, just staring at the television. Then Jason said, “that guy gave me the best blow job. He was fucking amazing.”

Tom was silent for a few seconds, and then broke out laughing. “Good one man, I almost fell for it. You really sold it,” he said, slapping Tom on the back. He collapsed back against the couch, still laughing quietly.

Jason didn’t say anything, just picked his beer up, took another drink, and sat back, smiling.

Tom stopped laughing, and looked back at him. “Seriously, you ARE joking, right? No way would you let a guy…do that to you??”

Jason turned to him slowly, made sure Tom was looking right at him. “I came so hard I almost passed out. I didn’t know I had that much spunk in me. Felt like I was coming forever.”

Tom said nothing, just stared, feeling like he couldn’t breathe.

“Tell you what,” Jason said setting his beer down again and turning back to his friend. “I’m too drunk to do a decent job now, but ever since that night, I’ve wanted to try myself, and see if I could manage to pull that out of someone. I’ll come over next Friday night and prove it.”

“Yeah ok,” Tom said smiling, sure now he was pulling his leg. Then he got up, grabbed a blanket for Jason. He tossed it at him and told him to get some sleep. He collapsed in his own bed. When he got up the next morning Jason was gone.

That whole next week Tom didn’t think of their conversation again, didn’t really remember much of that night at all. That was until Jason called around six Friday night and told Tom he would be over by seven. Tom didn’t get a chance to get a word in before Jason hung up. He stood there for a few Fındıkzade travesti minutes, and their conversation from the previous weekend came back to him in a rush.

Over the next hour Tom debated calling Jason back and canceling, wondering how far Jason would go to pull this joke off, sure it was still just that. Hoping it was just that. He had just decided to text Jason when he heard the knock on the door. And now here they stood.

Tom decided diversion and ignorance were the way to go. “Want a beer,” he asked walking past Jason toward the kitchen.

“Sure, thanks.”

Tom grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge, popped them open, took a deep breath, and headed to the living room.

“Here you go,” Tom said handing one of the bottles to Jason, and he sat down in the recliner across from the couch where Jason sat, relaxed, legs out in front of him. For a few minutes neither spoke, just sipped from their bottles.

Finally Tom broke the silence. “That was one hell of a game last weekend,” he said before he could stop himself.

“Yeah,” Jason said. “It was. We got toasted though. Good conversation after everyone left.”

That thought just hung in the air, as Tom nervously swallowed a few drinks of beer.

“Ok, so you’re going to play dumb, or you thought I was joking.” Jason stood up, walked over to the chair Tom was sitting in, and reached down to pull Tom up so they were face to face. “I wasn’t joking,” he said, and reached down to pull Tom’s zipper down. Before Tom could even react, Jason pulled his jeans down around his knees.

Jason looked down and smiled, seeing Tom’s semi-hard cock. “Nothing under your jeans when you knew I was coming over. Interesting.” He pushed Tom back down into the chair, and kneeled in front of him.

Tom felt like the world had slowed down and his limbs were like lead. He felt helpless as he looked down at Jason lowering his head close to his hardening penis. When Jason first reached his tongue out and licked the length of his cock, Tom jerked up like he had gotten an electric shock, then back down, breath coming faster. He knew he wouldn’t stop him, he was resigned to letting this happen. Maybe even wanted it to happen.

Jason smiled slightly, knowing his friend had given in to what was going to happen the minute he opened the door and let him in. He used both hands to wrap around the base of Tom’s cock, and leaned back in to the head, sucking it between his lips. Tom’s cock was a little above the average length, and thick.

Tom laid his head back and moaned as he felt the friction of Jason’s Fulya travesti hands moving back and forth on the base of his cock, in opposite directions. Then when Jason slurped in the mushroom tip and popped it back out, he was lost. He needed this.

Jason continued the pressure on the base of Tom’s now hard and throbbing cock, while slipping more of the shaft into his mouth. Jason had no gag-reflex, so quickly had half the length in his mouth, tongue working around the surface inside his mouth.

Tom whimpered as he unconsciously thrust up toward Jason’s face. All rational thought left him, all he could do is moan as the sensations overwhelmed him. Jason continued to take more of Tom’s fully rigid member deeper, inch by inch, until his nose was buried against Tom’s pubic hair. He calmly breathed through his nostrils, and his tongue worked feverishly around the cock filling his mouth and throat.

He pulled his head back until only the head remained, and he sucked hard, like the mushroom head was a piece of delicious hard candy. Then worked to engulf his entire cock back inside. Tom’s legs splayed out on either side of Jason, as his head helplessly rolled back and forth. The sensations were almost too much, and his need to come was overwhelming. He had never been deep throated before, and it was the most incredible thing he had ever felt.

Not thinking, Tom reached out to put his hand on the back of Jason’s head, as he began to furiously bob up and down, while his hands encircling the base rotated faster around. Tom’s ass was off the chair as his entire body tightened in anticipation of release.

Jason moved one hand off Tom’s shaft and reached underneath to massage his rock hard balls, and then moved to the area underneath his balls and back to his hole. As he slipped one finger inside Tom, Tom’s body jerked up and his cock exploded in Jason’s mouth. Jason kept his mouth firmly on Tom’s cock as the cum continued to flow, swallowing as quickly as he could without spilling a drop.

Tom felt a bright light against the back of his eyelids, then darkness as he came harder than ever before, harder than he thought was possible. As the last of his juices drizzled out of his well-used cock into Jason’s mouth, he collapsed back, eyes closed.

Jason wiped a few drops that slipped out the side of his mouth, and sucked them off. He sat back on his heels, looking up at his satisfied friend.

A few minutes later, Tom’s eyes fluttered open. “That was”

“I know. Now you know I wasn’t joking.” He stood up leaned over to whisper in Tom’s ear, as his hand have Tom’s cock a gentle tug. “Men give the best head.”

Jason sat back down on the couch and took a swallow from his beer bottle. He reached down and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his own cock, hard and pointing up.

“So should we turn on the game, and when you’ve recovered, let’s see how you do.”

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*Author’s Notes: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor. No I do not want an editor. If that bothers you, quit reading. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there’s too many people keep track of, yes it’s too long, yeas it’s too short, yes it’s in the wrong category, yet its stupid shit, and yes, I’m a horrible writer.

For everyone else, I hope you enjoy this flash story.

*****

Dwight Banks was bored. All of his friends had either moved on to college, most at Connelly College in Oakleaf, Texas, or were at their jobs, or a few had even joined the military.

So, the chubby eighteen year old boy listlessly roamed the streets of Great Oak, Texas.

A sharp whistle snapped him out of his reverie. Dwight looked over to see Mr. Hechton loading things into a large U-Haul trailer.

“Hey, boy, looking earn a couple of bucks?” the burly man asked.

The man was in his fifties or sixties, with a full beard mottled with gray, and a shaved and polished head. The man had his shirt off and Dwight could see that Mr. Hechton was quite muscular, and also had several tattoos adorning his chest and arms, and when he turned, his back had several tattoos as well.

“What you need done?” Dwight asked.

“Packing this trailer; need a hand with some of the heavier pieces,” the man said.

Dwight was chubby, not muscular. But he could at least try.

With the man’s help, Dwight did manage to heft his end of a massive wooden desk, as well as a large entertainment center and a leather couch.

“So where you moving to?” Dwight asked.

“Stepping Stone; that’s in Louisiana,” the man said. “Got a job at Hearst Prison.”

The man took a final look around. All that was left was a huge tube style television, sitting on the floor, an old recliner that had seen better days, and a bed that had also seen better days.

“Landlord can have all this shit,” the man said, pulling on his tee shirt. “Want a beer?”

“Sure,” Dwight agreed.

“Hey, wouldn’t want that television, huh? Fucker works,” Mr. Hechton offered. “Even got a built in VCR.”

“A what?” Dwight asked.

“VCR; plays tapes,” the man said and drained half his beer in one long pull.

He turned the television on, picked up one of the few tapes laying on the floor next to the television and slid it into the slot at the base of the television.

Then Bakırköy travesti he sat in the recliner and laid the chair back.

First Time Ass Fuck flashed on the screen and Dwight’s cock immediately grew hard in his shorts.

“Uh, uh, uh,” they heard over bad music as a large cock battered in and out of a tight anus.

“Like it? Like my big old cock in your tight little hole?” they heard a man’s deep voice ask.

“Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me,” another man said.

The scene switched to show one young man fucking another young man up his ass.

“Uh…” Dwight said, his cock painfully trapped in his briefs.

“So, want it?” Mr. Hechton asked.

“Huh?” Dwight asked, tearing his eyes from the ass fucking on the large television screen.

“The TV; want it?” Mr. Hechton asked.

“Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, I mean, shit, how heavy is it?” Dwight asked.

“Bout two hundred pounds, I guess,” the man shrugged. “Shit, I’ll help you.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah,” Dwight agreed. “I mean, shit, it still works.”

“Want the tape with it too?” Mr. Hechton asked, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Uh yeah, yeah, I guess,” Dwight agreed, shrugging his shoulders.

“You ever…?” Mr. Hechton asked.

“Huh?”

“Huh? Ever been fucked? Ever had a nice big dick up that sweet ass of yours?” Mr. Hechton asked, rubbing the outline of a massive cock in his snug jeans.

“I uh, I’m not,” Dwight started to deny.

“Yeah, yeah you are,” Mr. Hechton leered.

He grabbed Dwight’s hand and placed it on his massive lump.

“That’s it, baby, rub Daddy’s cock, rub it,” the man encouraged.

Dwight slowly did.

“Want that big dick in your mouth? Huh? Want put them sweet lips around my fat cock?” the man asked and unzipped his jeans.

Dwight stared as the man pulled out a slab of meat that had to be at least nine inches long, fat, with a knotty looking vein running through the shaft.

“Kneel down, boy, kneel down and kiss my cock, huh?” Mr. Hechton cooed.

Dwight did. He knelt down in front of the man’s chair and took the hot, hard cock in his hand. Then he bent his head forward and licked the sweat-tinged mushroom head.

As long as Dwight could remember, he’d been attracted to boys. He had girlfriends; he was cute in a baby faced way, had even had sex with two girls. But he knew he was gay, knew he was attracted to men.

“Oh yeah, got a sweet mouth; ever do this Beylikdüzü travesti before?” Mr. Hechton asked.

Mm-mmph!” Dwight denied as he swallowed more of the man’s beautiful meat.

“Shit, boy, aw shit, God damn, here it comes,” the man suddenly groaned and Dwight’s mouth began filling with a salty, gluey tasting substance.

He swallowed quickly and Mr. Hechton pumped more into Dwight’s mouth. Twice more, he swallowed as he continued to suck and lick the mushroom shaped head.

His own cock twitched and throbbed in his too tight white briefs. Dwight kept sucking, trying to get more of the man’s sperm out of the slowly deflating meat.

“Enough, boy, damn,” Mr. Hechton finally groaned.

Dwight took his mouth off of the man’s wilting meat and suddenly felt flushed with shame.

“Here, boy, let’s see what you got, huh?” Mr. Hechton asked, pulling Dwight to his feet.

Deftly, the man unhooked Dwight’s shorts and pulled Dwight’s briefs down. Dwight’s six inches popped out and Mr. Hechton wrapped a rough, calloused hand around the throbbing cock.

“Nice, very nice,” the man praised.

Then he lifted Dwight’s tee shirt. He ran a finger through Dwight’s blonde curls.

“Turn around,” the man ordered.

Dwight did and jerked slightly when he felt Mr. Hecthon’s fingers on his plump buttocks.

“And you’re cherry, huh?” the man asked, voice thick.

“Uh, yeah, I mean, I…” Dwight mumbled.

The man pulled Dwight to sit in the recliner with him. He kissed Dwight on his pouting lips, then jammed his beer flavored tongue into the eighteen year old boy’s mouth.

On the television, the scene had changed to show a young man sucking one cock while a second cock fucked his squirming ass.

While the television showed gay pornography, Mr. Hechton stroked Dwight’s fat cock and played with Dwight’s heavy balls. He kissed the young man, then reached a hand up and played with Dwight’s chubby chest.

“Going fuck you, hear? Going fuck that pretty little hole, shoot my spunk way up in there,” the man said.

Then he gripped Dwight’s balls in a light grip.

“Come on, we’re going in the bedroom, hear?” the man demanded.

In the bedroom, the man reached into his jeans pocket and produced a tube of lubricant. He roughly pushed Dwight onto the bed, on his hands and knees, then gave Dwight’s buttocks a stinging slap.

Then the bed sagged underneath the Bomonti travesti man’s weight as he knelt behind Dwight.

“God, love busting a cherry,” the man groaned.

Then Dwight felt a man’s slimy cock head pressing against his tight little pucker.

“Wait, ugh! Shit, wait,” Dwight protested.

But Mr. Hechton did not wait. He swayed his hips from side to side, pressing tightly against Dwight’s clenched anus. His rough, calloused hands gripped Dwight’s hips in a painful grip.

Dwight screamed as the man’s cock head gained entry. Then he grunted and loosed a torrent of his sperm onto the sagging, weathered mattress.

“Ugh, oh God,” he sobbed as he spurted more semen.

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, love a tight hole, fuck yeah,” Mr. Hechton grunted as he forced more of his thick cock into the young man’s bowels.

“Ugh, ugh,” Dwight protested slightly.

“Don’t fight it, pussy, you fucking love it,” Mr. Hechton snapped and slapped the young man’s jiggling buttocks.

Dwight’s face burned with shame; he did love it. He could feel the flared head pushing in past his prostate gland. He could feel the vein rasping against his sensitive anal ring. Inch after inch plunged into his tight hole and he felt every inch of the hot flesh as it filled him.

Then Dwight’s shame increased when he realized, Mr. Hechton had not even bothered to remove his jeans. Just as the man had when Dwight sucked his sweet cock, Mr. Hechton had simply unzipped his jeans, greased his cock, and shoved it in.

Due in large part to the fact that Mr. Hechton had already come in Dwight’s mouth, he was able to fuck Dwight’s plump, jiggling buttocks for several long moments, driving his cock in and out with a satisfying stroke.

“Fuck, here, here it, aw fucking shit, here it comes boy, plenty of man juice for that tight little hole,” Mr. Hechton finally grunted.

Dwight screamed and came again when he felt the man’s hot sperm begin to pump into his bowels.

With one more slap to his buttocks, Mr. Hechton pulled his slimy cock from Dwight’s ass.

Then the man used an old towel to wipe his cock off.

He gave Dwight a weathered twenty dollar bill for his help with the trailer, then put the television into the back of his truck and drove Dwight to the house he and his mother shared. The man helped Dwight set it up in his bedroom, then handed Dwight a cloth bag with five more tapes of homosexual pornography, then walked out.

“See you, boy,” the old man said, and drove away.

THE END

**Author’s note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I do thank you for reading my stories.

Like I said, this was just a flash story.

Have a nice day.

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A rainy, fall afternoon I made my first trip to the Fantasy Boutique. It’s an adult bookstore in the edge of Philadelphia with toys, DVDs, magazines, and also has private dances, private viewing booths, and a three room theater.

I walked in casually enough, and made my way straight back to where I realized they had girls giving private dances. On the opposite side of the hallway is the bill acceptor to allow access to the booths.

I gave my admission and found an empty booth. Many of them were unoccupied, and there were several men milling around in the common area. I entered booth number four. I put a few dollars in and browsed the selection of videos. They had everything. EVERYTHING!

I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock. I kept glancing at the hole that led to booth five, but had no offers.

After watching a handful of clips on the TV, I decided to make my way to the theater.

Back into the lobby and to the left. I pay admission, and in we go. It’s so dark it takes a moment to collect your bearings.

The first room has a large projection screen showing a young girl getting double teamed by two well endowed men. There were about three rows of seats Ataköy travesti occupied sparsely by two men jerking off, and two older, black men, sleeping.

I continued on to the room showing gay porn. Two muscular jocks were pounding away at one another as the only man in there was asleep.

I moved further back, and went down a small hallway with a small monitor playing shemale porn. So, I sat, and discreetly stroked my cock on the bench. A few men would stop and look and comment on my cock.

All of the men that passed by ended up going through a small, dark hallway into another room. There are three booth like seats, and a large, round, upholstered table in the middle of the room.

A bi threesome was playing on the TV, and man was visibly and audibly sucking a man’s cock in the far right booth. It was pretty hot. He was shamelessly slurping down two cocks going back and forth between them.

I again unzipped and stroked myself watching the porn and the men in the corner. I caught some of the men watching me and rubbing themselves. It was very hot and made me more excited.

After some time, I decide to change venue, so I again entered the gay room, Bahçelievler travesti and went to the elevated seating area. There was a man pleasuring himself while watching the men across from him. One man had his pants at his ankles and the other steadily stroked his cock foot him and played with his nipples. He moaned and writhed as he neared orgasm.

I sat at the couch adjacent to them, watching and stroking my bare cock. After a few moments, I leaned back and watched the movie playing. The film was a young man sucking a huge, white cock.

As I looked away from the screen, I noticed all of the men looking at me while I jerked myself. After a short time, the man receiving a hand job stood, and shot a pretty large load, causing me to edge my cock to the delight of the spectators.

Directly after cumming, he exited the theater. My interest in the room died, so I returned to the main theater. I watched a young blonde taking it from behind and gently stroked myself while another man jerked his huge cock to my left. Sadly, he seemed to want to keep to himself.

Again, the scene kind of died. So, I made my way to the back again. A man was in the far Bahçeşehir travesti left seat going down on man standing in front of him. I began to watch and jerk myself. Within minutes, the man standing started to cum. The guy blowing him moaned with pleasure as he swallowed his load and continued to tease his cock.

The man standing left and the guy on the seat waved me over, saying “C’mon, what ya got? Give it to me.”

My cock is rock hard when I approach him. I stand a certain so I can watch the solo shemale porn playing as he hungrily sucks me with no hands.

He would get my cock soaked and jerk me with both his hands. It felt so fucking good.

An older black man comes and stands, blatantly watching me.

“Looks good with my cock in his mouth, doesn’t he?”

“Oh yes. Oh yes.” he said softly, slowly stroking himself.

He moaned as he swallowed my whole cock, and took me right to the edge. I removed my cock from his mouth, and smacked it on his tongue repeatedly before shoving it deep in his mouth,

“Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum”

He pushed me into his throat as I fired nine shots of cum and he didn’t even flinch. He stroked me dry.

I nearly fell over because my orgasm amidst floored me. I was so turned on and came so hard.

I stepped away and allowed the man next to me to step up as I situated myself and made my way out.

I left that night and knew I’d be back soon. That was one of my favorite experiences.

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I Got Mark, At Last

At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

STORY 9

It was a few weeks since my BI 3some with Ann and Mark. One evening I was at Ann’s place having dinner, at times she liked to do a dinner for the two of us. During dinner we had small talk about her family, the trouble she has with her mother and the problems with Kathy, her brother’s wife. Ann thinks she a bitch and a little jealous of Ann’s closeness with her brother. Ann has this feeling that Kathy fancies her. I pointed out that it might be more to do with her sexual urges, but Ann thinks not.

During the main meal Ann asked if I have had more thoughts about ‘seeing’ Mark. She went on to remind me of what I said after our last encounter with him, that I would love to fuck him. I confessed that I still had that desire, but I was afraid of hurting our relationship. Ann, quickly assured me that its OK provided that I come over to her straight after and give her full and frank details of what we did. OK I said- I will contact him for a session this week.

We continued with dinner. Ann told me about her phone call to Sue.

“You remember Sue and Tony” she said.

Ann went on to explain they were soon to travel to Tony’s family for the weekend and will be passing near one evening. They could call in for an hour for the purpose of ‘sizing each other up’. What are they like I asked. O, they are nice. He’s a teacher and she a nurse. They are about 30 years old.

“That’s OK by me – I’ll look forward to meeting them” I said to Ann.

Ann had to point out to me that she and her friend have made rules for that evening when they arrive. Her and Sue will discreetly ‘weigh up’ the situation and privately report back to me and Tony. Also if one says NO, then its NO to all of us. I understood and agreed for the two women to sort it out.

Ann spend the next 30 minutes telling me of her exploits with them before we met. There’s one exploit Ann told me of that was very horny. About the time when both Sue and Ann were kneeling down on the edge of the bed, with their arses in the air, and Tony going from one pussy to the other. Ann said he was fair at sharing the spunk because when he cum he pulled out and squirted it over both our backs.

This made me very horny indeed. His he bigger than me? I asked. About the same length but he’s a bit thicker. His he un-cut I asked. Ann laughed and went on to explain that he’s got part foreskin. My partner felt I should know that she was not sure that Tony was bi-sexual. If we have a foursome be careful with him, I would not what him put-off, were her comments.

I helped Ann with the dishes and gave my apologise, having to travel to see my family. Her last words were ‘don’t forget – Mark!!!’

Two days later I got back home at about 2-30pm. Listen to the phone messages. There was one from Mark, asking if I was doing anything one evening. I undid the suite case and put dirty clothes in the machine, made a brew, then relaxed in my favourite chair. As I held the mug of tea, I pondered the idea of fucking Mark on my two sitter settee.

I looked at the clock, it was 4pm. I picked up the phone and rung Mark’s number. The phone rung for a long time, I was about to hang up when I heard ‘Hello’. It was Marks voice, I recognised it.

“Hi Mark, its Joe, I’m returning your call” I said.

We talked for a while then I ‘popped the question’

“How do you fancy coming over – bring a video – if you like” I pointedly said.

He went on to say that he’s courting strong now, and it would be difficult. I thought he’s giving me the ‘cold shoulder’. He went on to explain that he and his girl are away on holiday for two weeks. We consulted our diaries and the only date was today prior to his holidays.

Mark asked “Do you have a shower unit”.

“Yes I do” I said.

He went on to explain that if he came around at 5-30. Then after he will need a good shower before meeting the girl friend at 7pm. Its OK by me I told him.

I Erenköy travesti tidied up a little and went for a shower. In the shower I had thoughts about being in the shower with Mark, washing his back, rubbing my body up against his, then slowly going down on him. I had a terrific ‘hard on’.

I resisted a ‘wank’, finished my shower, got dressed and then put the coffee on. It was now 5-15. I rang Ann and told her about Mark coming over soon. ‘I’ll be in bed when you come over to give me ‘the details’ – she said.

Then a knock at the door, I opened it and invited Mark in. He was snappily dressed due to him meeting his ‘girl’ after we have finished. Mark is tall and a little over weight, about 180 lbs. Dark hair with a pony tail.

“Hi, Mark, what’s with the pony tail.” I said.

“It makes a change – and she likes it” he said.

We sat on the settee and caught up with gossip. We spoke about our 3some with Ann, all the things we did to her.

“She looking forward to another session” I said. I noted he was getting aroused as we talked, shifting arse in his seat. His legs opened a little and leaning over towards me putting his left hand on my thigh.

“Shall we start then – its nearly 6pm.” He whispered.

We stood up to un-dress. I indicated that I would like to un-dress him. He stood with his arms by his side. I pulled is jumper over his head and it dropped to the floor.

Yes-I said “you have a nice body, smooth skin with a little hair just below the belly button”.

I knelt down onto one knee, lifting his feet up one at a time to remove the shoes and socks. He held my head for balance with his right hand. Shoes and socks removed he placed his hands back to his side. I slowly slid my hands from behind his knees up to his thighs. I looked at his groin, my face no more than 4 inches from his now big bulge that was showing through the Levies.

He had a wide leather belt on. He must have remembered how much I find leather belts a ‘turn-on’. We didn’t say a word or make a noise as I un-buckled that belt. I slid the belt end from the buckle allowing both ends to hang down. I slid my hands over his bulge and started to un-button the top of his pants, one button, another and then the last one.

I slowly slid the zipper down, it seemed to make a loud noise, the only noise in the room except for the fridge in the back kitchen and the ticking of the wall clock over the fire place. I raised my hands onto his waist and began to slide them down taking the pants down with them. Mark moved his body a little to assist me. As the Levies slid below the thighs they then fell to the floor making a little noise. Mark made a quiet exhale, but kept still.

With my hands back up on his thighs, I could see his boxers, they were light red in colour and tight fitting to his torso. I could see his raging hard on and a little wet patch by the knob end showing through the boxers. I moved my face closer touching his man meat with my nose. I could hear Mark’s breathing deepen and looking down at me. I worked my nose up and down from his balls to the tip, rubbing and smelling his man scent, he put his right hand softly onto my head, rubbing his fingers through my hair. Mark muttered ‘this is nice’ and squeezed my head into his groin. I was in heaven with anticipation of what I was about, I should say hoping to do to him on the settee.

He asked to un-dress me. I stood up and as he un-buttoned my shirt, starting with the top button and working down, he looked into my eyes with anticipation behind a faint smile. While standing he undid my trousers letting them drop to the floor. The air was electric between us. We ever spoke a word. He slid my under-pants down to the floor. I kicked off my shoes. We stood facing each other, I now completely naked with a ‘hard on’, he still with this boxers on.

He raised his arms and put them over my shoulders in a embrace, I slid my hands down from his chest until I reached his boxers, I put my thumbs either side and kneeling down on one knee slid down the boxers exposing his hard member, it twitched as I looked Beşiktaş travesti on.

I could not help but to say “what a gorgeous site” – “what a lovely dick you have Mark” as I looked up at him. His smile broadened. I let my nose touch and then slide up his cock, sniffing his aroma , my nose passed over his knob end wiping up the pre-cum. I Started to lick him from the balls along the back of his cock to the tip. I noted his foreskin draw back as his cock grew some more. He put both his hands on to my head, pushing my face into his groin.

“Yesss – O yessss” he gargeled.

Suddenly his legs started to shake.

“On the settee” he whispered.

I stood up, he put his right arm around my neck I held his cock with my left as we walked to the settee just six feet away. He laid back on the settee with me on his right side. I leaned over and started to suck his right nipple, his arm reached down my back, his hand cupping my bum. I moved, and kneeling with my left leg on his thigh the other on the settee. I moved my mouth and licked his left nipple, as my left hand worked is dick up and down. As I was enjoying this, I felt his finger squeeze onto my anus. I moved a little to allow him more access. His finger moved inside me, he started to kiss the back of my neck.

“This is lovely” I said.

He moved his body down a little so his bum was over hanging the edge of the seat, then he opened his legs. I slipped my hand down onto his balls and fingered his anus.

“Get down in front of me” he said.

I slid off the settee, knelt down in front of him with my hands stroking his opened thighs. I can see his anus for the first time. It was nice and neat with no pucker, he’s not been screwed, – yet!. He suddenly lifted his legs into the air and lay his feet onto my shoulders. I could see all – even his seam that runs around the centre of the body between the legs was easily seen. I lowered my head and put my lips over his cock head.

“Yes – Ooo – yes” said mark.

I slid my hands down to his bum, my thumbs spreading his anus. I run my tongue down his dick, flicking from side to side down to his balls. I sucked one then the other ball. I slowly run my tongue down his seam to his anus. I noticed he had some kind of nice smelling cologne on. I realised he had come prepared for this, he wants me to do this, I do hope he will let me fuck him soon. I stiffened my tongue and pushed into his hole, he groaned and put his hands onto my head, pushing me into his arse.

I lifted my head up and reached out for the KY jelly. Mark kept one hand on my head while I lubed up my finger, then he lay back putting his hands behind his head that was looking down at me. As my finger entered his hole he griped my neck with both feet saying ‘Yes – Aaaa’. He was tight so I slowly pushed my finger in until I got to my knuckle, I held his cock which had released a lot of pre-cum, as I worked his foreskin up and over its tip, I started to rotate my finger in his arse to open him up in preparation.

I do what to fuck him, I promised Ann I would, but I’m not yet sure he will let me. I angled my finger so as to put pressure on his prostate gland. O Yes – I said to myself this worked, he suddenly levered his bum off the settee using his legs on my shoulders.

“God – Yes – ” he gasped.

I stopped working his dick, I did not what him to cum yet and spoil it for me. With my finger doing wonders to his arse I reached up and started to pinch his left nipple. Without warning he blurted out—–

“Put your dick in me. – but don’t cum inside me” Mark uttered.

“OK – I won’t cum inside if you don’t want” I whispered.

I released my finger, he took his feet off my shoulders and put them to the floor. And lay there with his arms by his side. I stood up between his legs and started to apply the jell to my now very hard cock. I worked the jell all the way down my shaft, putting plenty on because this was Mark’s first time. I was in heaven knowing I will be the first to break his virginity. I thought – ‘I must be careful with him, also I must not shoot my load Avcılar travesti in him’—–

As I stroked plenty of jell on my dick, I could see him watching me. I now realized he is the type that likes to be sexually submissive. I lowered my body down between his legs, with my hand on the settee back for support. I held my dick with my right hand and found his little pucker straight away. I then put both hands onto the settee back, laying my chest on top of his, and applied a little pressure to his arse hole. I waited a few seconds for him to relax.

Suddenly my cock popped in a few inches.

“Oooo – Aaah” he said.

He was nice and warm inside. I slowly pushed my cock until it was all the way in. I could feel my balls against his arse. I kept still, feeling his anus contract and dilate. I moved my hands, putting them around his neck and my face next to his. He started to nipple my left ear, he then tongued around my neck. I started to slide my dick in and out of him, slowly at first, then a little faster. Mark slid his hands down to my arse cheeks He had now relaxed his anus completely for me. So I speeded up the stroking.

“O – Mark, this is lovely – God I’m going to cum soon” I whispered in his ear.

“Yes – your filling me up” he whispered back.

I held his pony tail with my left hand, pulling his head in such away at to want to kiss him. At the same time I angled my trusting dick in such away giving maximum affect onto his prostrate gland. This did the trick.

“Oooo – Cum – Cum inside me – now” he stammered.

Hearing this send me over the top. I moved his head so our lips were close together and he started to French kiss me. Our tongues lashed together, he pulled my arse into him as I cum. My spunk squirted inside him, wave after wave of my white stuff went deep inside him. As my climax passed I slowed down and stopped. Laying still on top of his chest out of breath.

I slowly lifted myself up and could see my cock sliding from his anus, it came out with a ‘plop’. I went down on him and tongued his arse until my spunk started to ooze out of him. We looked at each other with a smile. I thought to myself ‘ we both enjoyed that’.

“What would you like me to do with you now” I asked.

“In the shower” he said.

I lead the way to the shower cubical holding his dick. The cubical was the type that will easily take two people. I turned the hot water on, we both got in and soaped each other up. We soaped our backs in turn, then Mark turned the water off saying ‘its my turn now’.

He ordered me to get down onto one knee facing his very hard dick. He explained that he wants to cum over my face. I thought to myself ‘I’ve never done that before- but there’s always a first time’. Down on one knee I held onto his thighs. He put his cock into my mouth. I worked my mouth up and down this hard dick. Mark started to moan.

“Yes – Ooooo – yes” he growled.

I increased the pace on his dick. I just could take him all the way. His knob end nearly gagged me at the back on my throat.

“Ooo – I’m starting to cum” he said.

He then put his left hand onto my head, and with his right hand he drew his cock out of my mouth, holding it 4 to 6 inches away from my face. He worked his dick quickly as I held his balls with my right hand. Then it happened.

At first a dribble of spunk came out of his pee-hole making a hanging string some 3 inches long. He worked his dick a few seconds more, then the first wad of cum shot out landing across my face from my right eye to my lower left cheek. Then the second string landed in my hair and on my nose. His legs stated to shake when the third wad went straight into my mouth.

“Yes – yes- yessss” he exclaimed.

He stopped pumping his cock, so I slid my mouth over it and felt it going soft.

“God – I needed that. That’s the best blow-job I’ve ever had” he said.

We got dried and dressed. Mark noticed the time, it was 6-45.

“I will have to go now. – I’ll love to do this again” he said.

“I look forward to the next time” I said.

Will you be OK going to see the girl friend now, O yes I will be OK after I re-charge my batteries. I let Mark out and phoned Ann up to say ‘it went well’

“Then come over now – I will be waiting for you in bed” she said.

I thought to myself ‘this is getting hard work – but enjoyable work’

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