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Tiny Cuckold Tom meets 20 year old Adonis David and is humiliated further

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I thought that cleaning my beautiful wife’s dirty ass was the ultimate in humiliation, but that was nothing compared with the evening I spent with Shannon and David Walker, her new 20 year old lover.

As instructed, I spent the two hours before his arrival preparing dinner for them, dressed only in my wife’s apron with my bare ass exposed to the world. When the doorbell rang, Shannon told me to answer it, and I was unprepared for the amazing physical specimen who greeted me as I opened the door. He was 6’3, and easily topped 250 pounds without an ounce of fat anywhere. He had piercing blue eyes on his chiseled face, and his arms bulged with muscle in a clinging knit shirt. My tiny hand disappeared into his massive “man hand” and I thought he would break every bone in my poor little boy hand as he exerted pressure in greeting.

With a smirk, he said “You must be Tiny Tom. Shannon has told me how you got your name.”

Without warning, he shocked the Hell out of me as he reached out his free left hand and grabbed my dick through the covering apron. I was completely mortified as he held my tiny 1 ¼ inch dick and miniature balls in his hand, but stood their red faced and helpless as Shannon looked on and smirked.

“I guess I believe you now Shannon. I just never believed that anyone could be so tiny…unless they hadn’t reached puberty.”

Both of them enjoyed their laugh at my expense, then David released my pitiful cock and still holding my right hand in a firm grasp, twirled me around so my exposed ass was there for him to observe. I never felt so demeaned as this man-child was totally controlling Ataşehir Travesti me in front of my wife. All of my dignity was gone as he looked at my 40 year old wrinkled ass, and wiggled it back and forth, snickering at how out of shape and chubby I was.

“Boy Shannon; I feel for you. You’ve been subjected to this for 12 years?”

Shannon moved to close the door and said, “Yeah he’s pretty pitiful to look at and is laughable in bed, but he brings in a 6 figure income, so you and I can satisfy each other in the sex department and he can provide a decent lifestyle for us. Isn’t that right my loving husband?”

I felt like I had no recourse. I knew I couldn’t satisfy Shannon sexually with my meager penis, and would never be able to attract anyone as beautiful has her again, plus both my muscular wife and her model toy boy could break me in two easily without breaking a sweat. My only choice was to follow their instructions and do their bidding.

Shannon instructed me to make David more comfortable by removing his clothes and neatly folding them, so nervously I reached for his shirt and slowly drew it over his head. His torso was flawless, rippling with hard masculine tanned muscle.

I knelt down and removed his shoes and socks next, marveling at his size 11 feet. Shannon was looking on and said, “Show David’s toesies how happy you are to see them. Kiss, lick and clean his feet.”

I tried to talk her out of it, but knew it was hopeless to argue, so I lowered my head and slowly took each male toe into my mouth and sucked, until they were satisfied with my degradation.

Then I was instructed to remove his pants, which I did, so he was only standing in g-string type male briefs. I could tell that this young man, half my Anadolu yakası travesti age, had a huge package.

Shannon just stood with her arms crossed and said “Don’t stop now Dear. I know you’re dying to see what a real man looks like.”

I hate to admit it, but seeing this magnificent young man in the flesh was having a strange affect on my, and I was curious to see his manhood, so with shaky hands I lowered his jockies and nearly gasped in amazement. I had seen huge penises in gym class, but David’s had the be the most handsome equipment I had ever seen. It hung proudly about 7 ½ inches, and his huge balls hung freely in perfect symmetry.

I stared in amazement, still down on my knees, about 12 inches from the world’s most perfect dick. Suddenly, David took his large member in his right hand and moving forward, using it as a weapon, swung it back and forth across my face, bringing me out of the daze I was in.

Both Shannon and David laughed at my embarrassment, knowing that I was more than impressed with his magnificent organ. I was more convinced than ever after seeing his tool that I could never come close to pleasing Shannon like he could. I wasn’t anywhere close to being in the same league with him.

Shannon decided to make that point more abundantly clear by saying, “I see you are quite impressed Dear husband. Now stand up and let’s do a little comparison. Remove your apron.”

I did as I was told, and felt like a chubby little child as I stood next to this amazing physical specimen.

“You two move closer together until “Tiny’s” dick is resting on top of David’s.”

“That’s right. I just had to see the laughable comparison.”

Shannon was right. My tiny little pale wrinkled penis only came about a Bursa Travesti third of the way up the length of David’s beautiful smooth tanned organ, and I was shamed and humbled as I felt like a lesser being.

“Before you watch David fuck my brains out Dear, I want you to drop down on your knees once again and show his beautiful cock how happy you are to meet him.”

“That’s right. Give it a kiss.”

I had never been that close to another man’s cock, but I knew if was futile to resist my strong wife, so I kissed the dark maroon head.

“Now take the tip of it in your mouth.”

I did as I was instructed and the musky male scent was beginning to have a strange affect on me, and my own cock began to stir as I began to slowly take him into my mouth further.

“Good boy. Now grab hold of him while you continue to suck and stroke him while your play with his big beautiful balls with your other hand.”

I felt David grow harder as I took him in deeper and although I was naked and totally humiliated, I felt a strange sense that this was where I should be. This man should rightfully be served, and he should have free access to fuck my wife and bring her pleasure I was incapable of.

David grew to a hard, hot delicious 9 inches as I continued to suck on him for 15 minutes, becoming lost in the power and scent of this man. I was unworthy of tasting such a being and I grabbed his ass and inserted a finger in his rectum having lost all my dignity and self worth. I had become just a play toy for my wife and her new lover, but I was becoming lost in my role. I could hear David’s breathing becoming more labored as he began to fuck my face, and I continued to be lost in his taste as he pumped me harder and faster. Suddenly he moaned, grabbing the back of my head and forcing himself all the way into my mouth as he shot a huge amount of salty warm cream. I had never tasted sperm in my life, but I felt like it was a gift to me, and that my wife and this amazing man were two people I would be serving and servicing, probably the rest of my life.

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When I left Bangkok, Thailand, the first time, I originally thought I’d be returning to a world that was almost completely straight and that my days of enjoying a rich and active bi lifestyle were over. My work with the government, with its strong homophobic policies, just didn’t seem to leave that avenue safely open to me. And for a couple of years, when I was assigned to Washington, D.C., and was retraining to work on the ground to unravel secrets for the United States as I had recently been doing high overhead as a photoreconnaissance jet driver, my sex life was pretty heterosexual.

But to my surprise, when I was training for intelligence gathering, I discovered that my line of work wasn’t as pristine sexually as I had tried to convince myself it was. I should already have been aware of this, as I had already gotten hints of my spy masters looking the other direction in Bangkok when it pleased them to do so. And in my training, I learned that they could be pleased to do so if the intelligence needed was considered very important and when the options of “getting the goods” were restricted.

I was sent into the Middle East and stationed in Cyprus, which is now considered in relationship to the Middle East somewhat like Switzerland was considered to Europe in World War II—a safe haven where spies can meet on neutral ground and where it is considered ungentlemanly (although it does happen on occasion) for “wet” (meaning doing someone to death) operations to be conducted. And it wasn’t long before I learned how far I might be expected to go to “get the goods” in my job. It was also where I quickly found a new answer to one of three questions that had perpetually come up in the world of “bottoms” in my Bangkok days: This question was “What was your longest?” One of the other questions, “What was your thickest?,” would also be answered when I lived on Cyprus, but during a different tour a decade later. The remaining question, “What was the most satisfying?,” had already been answered years earlier in Bangkok in the form of a black Army officer (who, Maltepe travesti with his 10 by 2 dimensions, almost answered the other two questions as well).

The “longest” question was answered in the form of an Ethiopian cabin boy on the yacht of a Saudi businessman at anchor off the Larnaka waterfront. This promenade, very European in atmosphere, enjoyed a deep, flat beach separated from a long hotel and sidewalk café front of gaily decorated umbrellas and tables by a wide boulevard. The boulevard was anchored at one end by a yacht marina and at the other by the medieval harbor castle where Richard the Lionhearted married his shipwrecked Berengaria.

After our encounter, the Ethiopian had me singing a couple of octaves higher than normal and walking around tenderly—although the later part might have been caused by the escapades later that night. I can’t attest to how long the Ethiopian’s cock was, but both my eyes and my intestines are quite sure they’ve never seen or felt a longer one.

When he took me, we were in a lower-deck cabin of the yacht, where you couldn’t stand up straight except in the middle of the room. A double bed went in under the bulkhead. The Saudi owner of the yacht and I had just agreed on some successful business of a nefarious government nature, and the Saudi had been very attentive to me and let me know he wanted to fuck me. I had met him at a couple of embassy cocktail parties earlier and apparently had made a very favorable impression on him. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he fancied me, but I didn’t make the connection at the time when I was assigned to contact him. My spy masters wanted the deal to go well, and I had been told to do what it took to conclude the deal—and I subsequently came to assume that my masters knew exactly what the Saudi businessman was interested in getting in return for his vital information. So, when he so directly propositioned me and connected it with his willingness to provide what I had come for, I said I would sleep with him that night on the yacht. Clearly Ümraniye travesti delighted, he responded that, in appreciation, he’d send me a gift before dinner.

An Ethiopian cabin boy—not a “boy,” of course, but an adult young man—had been gliding around the yacht all day as it wallowed off the colorful Larnaka waterfront, doing this and that. He was incredibly tall and thin, really out of place on a yacht with cramped head room, even if it was large. When I opened the door of my cabin to him, he was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and one glass on it, but I knew right away that he was my gift, because he was nude. His pecker hung down almost to his knees, it seemed—and this thighs were unusually long in themselves. I had never really thought about whether the unusual height on some African tribesmen had a relationship to dimensions elsewhere, but just then my education in that department lengthened considerably.

There was no thought of me refusing this gift from the Saudi; he hadn’t given me the promised information yet, and this was no time to rock the boat—other than the rocking the Ethiopian was about to do with his performance on my body, of course.

I was still in just my Speedo, so there wasn’t much undressing required. The tray also had a bottle of KY on it, and the Ethiopian just slid off my Speedo and knelt there and sucked me hard, while pulling his own meat to erection. I fell back onto the bed, which was low to the floor, while he lathered himself and my hole up. He wishboned my legs up and out and I dug my feet into the low bulkhead that stretched out over the bed. He then knelt between my legs and just fed and fed and fed and fed that long eleven- or twelve-incher up into me.

At first he moved my hand to my ass and had me cup my fingers there so that he was pushing his cock through my cupped fingers, giving him a hand job as well as him giving me an ass fuck, when he entered me. I gasped as he reached a depth inside me I’d rarely felt before even though he had to go three inches through Tuzla travesti my fingers before entering me. But he laughed hoarsely as I panted and moaned to accommodate him. And then he brushed my hand away and I arched my back and cried out my astonishment and passion as he just dug deeper and deeper inside me. It wasn’t all that painful, because his cock was pretty thin, but he had to have gotten well up into my intestines and stretched them out where they’d never been touched by a foreign object before.

I looked up as he was doing this, and the Saudi was lounging in the doorway watching me get royally fucked. The Ethiopian pumped me that way for a while and then turned me over on my belly and got that cock even farther up into me, taking it all out and then just slamming all the way back in repeatedly until he needed to cum. And he withdrew then and shot off all over the small of my back. I was digging my fists into the bedding as best I could to hold position while he jackhammered into me. I’d already cum twice by then myself, once with the help of his mouth and then with the help of his hand.

The Saudi just stood there and watched with slitted eyes, and he kept his hand busy with his own cock. His “gift” to me was even more another gift to himself. He really wanted his entertainment worth for those precious secrets he held, and the long, long Ethiopian and I gave him quite a show.

That night the Saudi and his bulky bodyguard did me in a sandwich in an all-night fuck fest in the main cabin, which was not nearly as cramped as mine was. The Saudi’s equipment was nothing to write home about and he came quickly, but the bodyguard had a really thick piece and was a fast reloader and had a vigorous, long-endurance pelvis action. Lots of nice muscle. He’s probably the one who was responsible for my bowed legs and shuffling walk—and big smile—the next day.

They did me in turn. Then, as a finale, the Saudi really wanted to get his cock in there with the bodyguard’s, but I wasn’t having any of that, needed secrets or not. The bodyguard alone was much too thick.

I never did drink the champagne, and I can only surmise that the information I collected was worth my effort—at least my masters were well pleased when I returned, and they asked me no questions about my use of trade craft in getting the goods.

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“Hey.”

Mmf.

“Hey…. Neil. I’m really sorry, but you have to wake up now. Just for a sec.”

I opened my eyes, struggling because my eyelashes were gummed together with sleep. He was sitting on the bed next to me, holding his small red cell phone. He was naked from the waist up, and I could see his shoulder blades under his pale white skin. There was something beautiful about the structure of his bones. Like a marble statue.

Hmm?

“What’s your manager’s number?”

I blurted it out without really thinking. I stretched under the covers, and winced with a small moan because of how badly it hurt.

“Why? What do you need it for?”

He punched it into his phone, muttering the numbers under his breath. “You’re calling in sick, that’s what.”

I could hear the ringing tone. I felt sick. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow. Drake’s voice was soft and professional and soothing.

“Hey, this is Neil’s older brother, Ben. I’m just calling, and I’m sorry, we should have called sooner. There was an emergency last night.”

I could hear my manager talking vaguely, like how the adults talked in the old Peanuts cartoon. Drake told him that I had been mugged on the way back from work the night before. That I was okay, but that I had gotten pretty beat up, too much to work for a day or so.

For a moment, he held the phone to my ear. “So. Sick yesterday, and now you got mugged.”

“It’s the truth.” I whispered.

Maybe he heard something in my voice, but he didn’t say anything else about it. He told me to come in as soon as I was able, and he hung up.”

I turned over on the bed and closed my eyes again. I was so fucking tired.

He nudged me awake. “The gas station, too. You have to call your manager there.”

“Mr. Browning?” I mumbled.

He rubbed my shoulder. “C’mon. Last one, and then you can sleep.” He leaned down and kissed me on the side of my head. “I promise.”

I gave him the number. A second later, the phone was to my ear. He was giving me this one.

“Hello?” That soft whispery voice that had gotten me into this in the first place.

“Hey… Mr. Browning, I don’t think I can come into work today.” My voice was hoarse. He was asking me if I was okay.

“I got mugged on the way home last night. Sorry, I should have called you sooner.” The words felt monotone and false on my tongue. He would know. He had to know.

“Oh… Well, I guess I can handle it alone for one day. I hope you feel better.”

He sounded so lonely. I resented him sometimes, but I also realized how much I owed him.

“Kay… I’ll see you tomorrow.” I murmured. My eyes were closing. I felt so tired. I didn’t hear Mr. Browning’s response, because Drake flipped the phone shut and put it on the counter.

“We have some time now. You should get some rest.”

I curled up on the bed, and patted the fabric next to me. He smiled a little, but his eyes were sad. He lay down next to me and I rested my head on his chest, on the slight muscular pillow.

I closed my eyes. The whole day was free, at least until eight. That was when I had to face my family, feed them a lie about the bruises on my face. When my brother Toby was released. I would have to lie to him too.

I felt hot tears squeezing out under my gritty lids. I could hear Drake’s heartbeat, feel his chest rising and falling with his breath. He rested his hand on my head.

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “Shh. Just rest.”

I took a deep shuddering breath and relaxed. He gently tussled my hair.

“It will be better when you wake up.”

I exhaled, and I closed my eyes.

—

The first knock on the door made me flinch, the next two tore me into consciousness. It was quiet for a moment as Drake moaned and got up. Then the knocking came again, louder and more insistent. There was something frightening about it. Something that made me shrink, and pull the covers over me. I wanted Drake to stay in the bed, not answer the door.

But he was already up, peeking through the hole in the door. Clad only in baggy sweatpants.

I remembered that first night, pulling up his shirt to show me the scar under his nipple.

Drake opened the door, and Ferdinand was there, rubbing the bridge of his nose. His face seemed more droopy than normal, probably because of the sleepless bags under his bloodshot eyes.

He glanced at me, and I cringed, holding the sheets tight around my shoulders.

“Get up.” He said softly. “I need to see what those cunts did to you.”

I didn’t want to. I was afraid to. I looked at Drake, and he nodded slightly. His body language was tense and defensive. That made me panic.

I got up, feeling the air against my bruised and scraped skin, feeling all of my muscles ache. Feeling my torn asshole throb. My genitals felt like they were trying to shrink inside of me.

He walked around me quickly, for a man of his bulk. I flinched when he touched my lower back with one cold thumb. He was touching the bruises above my kidneys.

He Travesti touched the gauze pads on my elbows. “When did these happen?”

“I…” It was hard to talk. My voice was shaking. “I tried to get out of the van. I fell and… And I scraped myself on the sidewalk.”

He finished walking around me. My legs collapsed and I fell bonelessly onto the bed. I wrapped the sheets around me just as quick as I could. I could see bright sunlight filtering in through the shuttered window, and the alarm clock said it was one in the afternoon.

Ferdinand looked down at me and dug in his pocket. He pulled out a polaroid. One of the old snap-photos. He tossed it to me.

I picked it up from the bedspread. I nearly gagged when I saw what was in the photo.

Stanley/Chris and Benji/Tio, next to each other. Their faces were swollen. I could see teeth missing in Tio’s mouth. They were discolored, bruised and beaten out of recognition.

“Are… Are they…” I gagged again.

He picked up the polaroid and went over to the toilet. He started burning it with a cigarette lighter. “Nope. They aren’t dead. I just taught them a lesson. They wont buy any boys from me ever, and they better not show their faces around here again. I just wanted to let you know that.

“Also, you’re going to come with me and Drake here to see my doctor. I want you working again tomorrow, until our agreed time. No excuses.”

“Yes sir.” I whispered, cringing on the bed.

“Ferdinand?”

Drake was standing up. He looked resolute. I felt sick for him. I didn’t want him to try and quit, not now, not when Ferdinand was like this.

“Drake…” I whispered.

He glanced at me, but didn’t stop. “I want to leave, Ferd.”

Ferdinand looked at him long and hard. His eyes were cold. He glanced back at me and shook his head. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

He sighed. He dropped the tiny burning edge of the polaroid into the toilet and flushed before digging a small notebook out of his jacket. “You’re done on the twenty fourth of October. A Thursday.

He eyed us both. “You two are working full time starting tomorrow. Get here at eight, don’t leave till three. I’m gonna put out the word to some of the loyals that you two are leaving, so you better take on as many customers as you can. No breaks.”

He lit up a thin black cigarette, and the tang of cloves filled the air. “Drake? Get him some duds. We’re going to the doctor now.”

Drake nodded smartly, and started digging around in his drawers.

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Drake grabbed me a granola bar and a banana on the way out of the apartment. They were gone, but I was still hungry. The back of Ferdinand’s car smelled like a million different flavors of smoke, and I felt a little queasy, but the hunger was still there. I had never felt sick and hungry at the same time before. It was strange.

The seats were upholstered, soft and cushy and maroon. I closed my eyes. Cracking the back window open a little so I could have a stream of fresh air against my nose and mouth as Ferdinand smoked his clove cigarettes. The sunlight felt uneasy and warm on my skin.

Drake’s clothes were loose, creased. They had been folded in a drawer, not grabbed from a fresh laundry pile. The folds in the jeans felt strange. The shirt felt too crisp. Almost starched. I was barefoot. I could feel ashes and piles of what felt like magazines by my feet. I looked down, I saw notebooks. Ledgers. Books. I recognized none of the titles. I lifted my feet, wincing at the twinge from my muscles.

Drake was sitting in the back with me. I felt him put his hand on top of mine. It helped me feel the rough soft fabric of the seats, and the wires underneath.

The clothes I was wearing smelled like him. A little. They were clean, so the smells were smells from his room. Air freshener, detergent. A ghost of his body spray.

I looked up, and I jerked my hand away. Ferdinand was looking at me through the rearview mirror. His eyes were so cold. I cringed.

He was looking back at the road. Drake put his hand on my knee through the fabric. I winced because of the scrape.

“You don’t have to be afraid.” He said softly.

I knew that I was being jumpy. But I just couldn’t help it. Ferdinand scared me so much.

—

It was a clinic like any other. Nestled in a suburb between an eye clinic and a pharmacy.

But I was stripped naked in one of the clinic rooms, with a heavy doctor carefully probing my asshole with one lubricated finger.

I whimpered.

I had pissed in a cup. He had checked me all over for bruises and lacerations. Now this.

He finished the probing, and gently cupped my genitals in one cold gloved hand. He was checking them for bruises, but his touch was repellent. He was stroking and squeezing. I was stiff and resisting his touch until he let go.

Ferdinand was sitting in one of the chairs, chewing on the end of an unlit strawberry cigarette.

I flinched away, sliding out of his grip as the doctor grabbed my hip.

He İstanbul Travesti pouted. “Come here. Get down on your knees… I don’t do this for free…”

Ferdinand grunted. “No, not that one Perez… Dean is gonna take care of you.”

“Oh.” He mumbled. “Well, send him in.”

Ferdinand sent a text on his phone and made a slight flicking motion at me with his outthrust chin. I gratefully grabbed the clothes that Drake had leant me and put them on as fast as I could, moaning when I accidentally strained my hurt muscles or touched a bruise. The doctor wrote me a prescription for a kind of lotion for my bruises, painkillers, and something I was supposed to apply to my rectum every day.

Drake walked in, eyeing the doctor coolly. “Should I take a piss test now, or after?”

I walked out with Ferdinand, but I still caught the line.

“Why not during?”

—

I waited out in the car with Ferdinand. Silent. Leaning close to the window to get as much fresh air as I could. He was smoking a coffee flavored cigarette now.

“Why you, I wonder?” Ferdinand didn’t sound like he expected me to answer. So I just stayed quiet. “You’re cute, I guess. But he was rubbing on you right away. Now I’m losing a good boy and a great one.”

He glanced over at me. “Are you just good in the sack? Is that it?”

This time he was expecting me to answer. And instead of lying, I told the truth.

“We haven’t had sex yet.”

He seemed so shocked by that that he had nothing left to say.

We both jumped a little when the car door opened and Drake slid in. His hair was wet, and Ferdinand started to complain, but Drake cut him off.

“I took a shower. My clothes are clean.”

He saw my grossed out expression and he grinned slightly. “Sick old fuck. But he works cheap and discreet. You guys get the medicine? Lets get out of here.”

—

Three in the afternoon, and I was back in Drake’s room. I was wearing his clothes, and he was carefully applying makeup to a my swollen right ear. We had to stand in front of his mirror. The scrapes on my chin and elbows I would just have to explain. Everything else I could hide.

“There. All done.”

I looked in the mirror and my ear looked just fine. I kept looking in the mirror as Drake put his arms around my neck and peered over my shoulder. I saw him smile and gently kiss me under my tender ear.

It felt good. I shivered a little. The place under my ear was sensitive. It was like I felt warm prickles of life go straight to my cock.

“Drake.” I whispered. I clasped his left hand in my left hand. And with a tiny moan, I led his hand around to the front of my pants, and pressed it against my crotch. I felt him moan softly in my ear, and squeeze through the front of his pants that I had borrowed.

He was breathing hard in my ear. I could feel his cock against me from behind.

And then he wasn’t touching me anymore. Just like that.

I turned around. Confused and unfulfilled. “Drake?”

He was sitting on the bed. His hands crossed and cupped over his crotch. His face flushed.

“I let him piss on me, Neil.” He whispered. “And then he told me to piss on him. And he was licking it up. Like it was lemonade.”

I took a step back. I said his name softly. I didn’t like seeing him like this. He was normally the strong one. And I just felt so helpless when I couldn’t help him.

“I… I’m saying it badly. Neil? I’m going to have to do a lot of stuff like that. I’ve had to do gross stuff for a long time now. I like you a lot, and you make me feel good.” He laughed softly. “You make me feel, horny. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve felt horny?”

I sat on the bed next to him and I brought the blanket around our shoulders. He snuggled into me.

“One of my fears… A big one. Is that we’ll have sex and I wont feel anything.”

I gave a theatrical shudder, and he giggled a little.

“I… I just want to wait until we’re done for good. I don’t want to associate this…” He gestured around the room in a vague but angry gesture.

“With this.” He kissed me gently on the lips.

I wrapped the blanket tighter around us and I pressed my forehead against his. We stayed like that for a second. I sighed. “I know what you mean. But I don’t have to like it.”

I could feel his lips smiling. That’s how close we were.

“It’s just three weeks.”

“Yeah. I guess.”

He checked the clock. “We’d better get you home.”

I blew air from my lips. I really was scared of that, but I tried to be nonchalant about that. I would get to see Toby tonight.

“Yeah, I guess.”

—

He walked me back, and he let me go about a block from my apartment. I would’t have to go to the brick building tonight. Tonight was my day off.

Tonight, Toby was getting out.

I climbed the ten flights of stairs. I had to take two breaks, once on the fifth floor, and once on the eighth. I felt so weak, and it hurt to breathe too fast. It hurt my raw throat, where Ankara Travesti Chris/Stanley had choked me.

I thought about the bruises in that polaroid. The thought brought me savage pleasure.

Out of breath and tired, I slid my apartment key into the slot and opened the door.

It was four. The kids were still in the local after-school program. Ben was at his Economics class. Lisse was over in Rosa’s room. The apartment was blessedly quiet. It seemed so large when no one was here.

I sat down with a soft sigh on the couch. I would sleep here tonight. Toby would get the big bed. That way I wouldn’t disturb anyone by coming in at three in the morning. I had fifteen days left, starting tomorrow. Starting tomorrow, Drake had twenty.

So starting tomorrow, I had twenty-one days left until I could be with my boyfriend.

It still felt strange to think of him like that in my mind. It was like a mouth-sore. I couldn’t leave it alone. I kept touching it. Kept going back to it. Coming back to the idea and rubbing it raw.

I went to the room and folded up Drake’s clothes. I hid them at the bottom of my drawer and changed into some of my clothes. I went back to the couch and curled up hugging a cushion. The cushion had a dull brown spot on it where Celia had gotten a nosebleed. The cushion was soft, and it smelled familiar.

I closed my eyes.

—

“Shh… careful… one sec.”

What?

Before I had a chance to stir, or even get my bearings, somebody jumped on me, shaking me and whooping at the top of their lungs.

I yelped with real pain. My bruises burned and throbbed. I flinched and flailed at my attacker.

Suddenly my attacker had me in a bear hug. I was squashed against his hard chest. I finally woke up all the way.

“Toby!” I yelled. He had already lifted me off of the couch and I hugged him with my arms, propping my knees on the couch. I felt tears, hot and stinging at the corner of my eyes, falling even though my lids were closed. I made a sound that was half sob and half laugh.

He squeezed me extra hard and let go. Ben was still at the door and Celia was bouncing around the living room. Lisse was back in her playpen, laughing and trying to get out. Calvin was nowhere to be seen.

Ben was frowning slightly. “When I got home you were so tired that you wouldn’t wake up. So we went to county without you.”

I could tell that Ben was about to ask, but Toby asked first, frowning and touching the gauze pad on my chin. “What happened?”

I shook my head. “Nothing, it was an accident. Why are we here when we could be celebrating!” I felt so happy that my worries had been brushed away, at least for now. Toby was back!

Toby shook his head. He scratched his chin, and I noticed that he had about a week’s worth of stubble. Nah, being home is all the celebrating I need. Besides, look what we picked up on the way back.

Calvin walked in the door carrying buckets of chicken from KFC, Toby’s favorite restaurant. He was tired, but smiling. I glanced at him, trying to make sense of the image in my head. Calvin hated Toby. Calvin always acted like he hated Toby. But he had a huge grin on his face. It wasn’t just from the chicken.

Celia cleared the table, setting out paper plates and forks. The sink was filled with dirty dishes. I numbly set up the food, the smile on my face was so big that it hurt. I couldn’t stop. Ben was filling in Toby about his classes and I was happy just to listen. To hear my big brother’s voice again. Toby was back. Nothing else seemed to matter.

—

The KFC had been reduced to traces of gravy, crumbs of cornbread, and greasy blackened chicken bones. I went to the sink to wash my hands, keeping my ears open. Toby was telling a funny story about an obsessively clean inmate. Everyone was laughing. They all sounded so happy, so normal.

I opened the cupboards to see if we had any desserts of any kind. We had three Twinkies left. I brought them out.

Ben grabbed one. Toby smacked his hand and teased. “Can’t you do the math?”

He opened each container. I noticed that his knuckles were pink and scarred. How did that happen? He took an untouched plastic knife and sliced each one in half. Everybody got half of one. He was just cutting junk food in half. But it felt sacred somehow. Like a communion. No one complained about getting half. Nobody argued over getting a bigger piece. They just accepted it. And nobody (except Lisse, who started gnawing on it immediately) took a bite until Toby was done and he took a bite out of his.

Best Twinkie of my life.

We finished, and we all stayed to clean up the mess. Nobody ditched, nobody tried to shrug out of it. I almost felt like crying. Things were going to be good now.

Toby was getting ready to make an announcement. We all shut up. I could hear Lisse playing with her toys in the playpen.

“Listen, that meal out was the last expenditure that we’re going to make unnecessarily. I know that we’re in trouble as far as funds. I’m going to make sure that we can fix that. I’m going to get a job, and we’re going to pay off mom’s bills. Once everything is paid off, we’re gonna buy better food. Fruit and veggies and meat and things. Things are going to get better.”

The cold feeling was back in my stomach.

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=== Friendly warning: Parts of this series include incest between a man and his father ===

*****

“Glad we chose the tallest hill on the planet for this fucking trip,” Hunter huffed a couple steps behind us.

“Watch your mouth, son!” Mr. Cooper reprimanded him as he lead the way. I followed behind and couldn’t help but feel a little bit of mean joy from the fact that Hunter was hating this trip so much. He was the one who wanted to do it so badly in the first place and he constantly made fun of me saying that I will not be able to go through it all the way. Well, who’s laughing now?

After yesterday’s nap, we went down and found Hunter’s dad downstairs. He didn’t seem to suspect that we were fucking like rabbits and that I was wearing his hunting gear while doing it. I was so relieved. I was afraid it was going to create awkward tension between us – my boyfriend and his dad seemed to get along amazingly, but I really didn’t want our intimate life to mix into it. I just felt like that would do no good.

We had been walking since dawn – there was supposed to be an amazing viewpoint of the whole area somewhere atop this hill. The only catch was that it was an all-day hike. At first, I thought that I wouldn’t be up for it, but after a few miles, I discovered that it wasn’t so bad. I was glad because I wanted to make a good impression on Mr. Cooper. I didn’t want him to think of me like just a spoiled city boy. I followed his footsteps and couldn’t help but admire his physique. He seemed to have more stamina than Hunter and I combined. Some memories from yesterday tried to creep into my thoughts but I quickly batted them away as soon as I felt my shorts getting a bit too tight.

After a couple more miles, I turned around and saw that Hunter was falling behind a lot. He was sitting down on a log, trying to catch his breath. Okay, this wasn’t funny anymore… I was actually getting concerned.

“Hunter?” I shouted, in a worried tone, “Is there something wrong?”

He just waved at me, but then buried his face into his hands. Oh crap! I turned around and ran up to him. I kneeled down and put my arm around his shoulders.

“Probably the flu,” Mr. Cooper added. I didn’t even notice that he caught up to me. He also sounded a little concerned. He kneeled down and put his hand on his son’s forehead.

“Yeah…” he said, shaking his head, “You’re burning up. That’s a fever.”

“Do you think we should take him back to the city?” I asked him, concerned. He shook his head.

“No, little Hunter almost always caught one of these on the first day we came here. His body is probably overly sensitive to the water here or something… He’s going to be fine in a day, he just needs an aspirin, a cup of tea and some sleep.”

“I’m feeling totally fine,” Hunter said, his voice all hazy and weak. He started getting up onto his feet. “We can continue with the trip, I’ll walk it off.”

“Nonsense,” his dad announced in a tone that implied zero room for discussion, “We’re taking you back. Gary’s gonna help me carry you and you can piggyback for a while.”

“Dad, you’re overreacting,” Hunter groaned, “Just let me-”

“No negotiations, mister!” Mr. Cooper raised his voice. It took me off guard how authoritative he could get. No sane mind would dare to cross anyone with that tone. “We’re marching back, and now!”

Walking back took us a little longer than walking there, but luckily we weren’t so far from the cabin just yet. We reached it in about an hour, more or less. At first, I was really concerned for my boyfriend – he looked so pale and weak that I doubted what Mr. Cooper said about it lasting for just one day. His dad almost had to carry him for the very last portion of the way, which earned my respect. How strong was this guy that he was able to carry another adult human for so long?

Luckily, everything changed once we got to the cabin. We sent Hunter to the shower and made him some instant soup (for lack of any better sick day food) and a cup of hot tea. I put it all onto a tray and when I reached the bedroom, he was looking better already. He was even smiling – even though he still looked very tired.

“Thanks,” he said as he tried to take the cup from the tray before immediately putting it back.

“Yeah, it’s hot,” I chuckled, “You gotta be careful.”

“I’m so lucky that I have such good caretakers…” he said, voice overly soft while stroking my arm overly lovingly, “My strong heroes, my lighthouses at the dark sea-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” I laughed as I backed away from his hand. His terrible sense of humor was returning. Good – that was a good sign. I put the tray on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” I asked while putting my head onto his forehead. Not quite there yet, but it seemed much better.

“Most of it is gone, I think,” he answered, “I don’t think that we should sleep together tonight though. I’ll probably be fine tomorrow but if you catch it from me, whatever it is, we will just keep passing it between each other.”

“I İzmir Travesti guess you’re right,” I said, as I stroked his hair, “I guess I’ll take the couch then.”

“Don’t sleep on that old, creaky thing. You’ll ruin your back,” he dismissed that idea while he tried taking a small sip of the tea once again, “Take one of my brother’s rooms.”

“There are no beds in there anymore,” said Mr. Cooper. I looked around – I barely even heard him come to the room. He was leaning on the door frame now, looking over his son. “One got broken during the renovation so we got rid of it. The other one was a piece of junk so I threw it out too.”

“Fuck…” Hunter groaned, “I don’t want to get you sick, man.”

“There’s one more option – if you don’t mind, you can just bunk with me,” Mr. Cooper said as he turned to me, “Sure, it’s not the biggest bed in the world… But it would be just fine for one night. I think.”

I didn’t know how to feel about that idea. I mean I just started getting along with his dad and now it was supposed to get this awkward? The two of us sharing a bed? I was about to say no to that but then I saw Hunter nodding his head.

“Do that, Gary, I would hate to infect you with this crap,” he said before he smiled at me, “Don’t worry about me, just make sure you get some good sleep. Well, if that’s going to be even possible – when my dad starts snoring, it sounds like a bunch of fireworks going off in a crockpot.”

Mr. Cooper let out a deep chuckle.

“You know, I’ll let that one slide without a comment since you’re sick and all. But don’t get too used to it! It’s settled, then. Gary, you’re sharing the bed with me tonight.”

Okay then… I guess I didn’t have much choice. I still wasn’t totally sure about the idea, but maybe I was overreacting. How awkward could it possibly get?

I decided to take a walk that afternoon and check out the surroundings of the cabin. Hunter and his dad sure had a point – there was a certain beauty to this all – being out here in the almost intact wilderness, breathing the fresh air and not being disturbed by anyone. I actually got so caught up in it that I caught the sun setting. Worried that I won’t find the way home, I practically ran back – the last thing I wanted was to end up lost in the middle of the woods in the dark!

When I got back to the cabin, Hunter was already asleep. His dad was nowhere to be found, so I assumed he was in the bedroom. At first, I considered laying down on the couch for a bit with a book, but my hurting body made it pretty clear that it was done for the day. Very well then… it wasn’t that late just yet, but perhaps I should get some sleep. It was a crazy day anyway!

I knocked and automatically opened the door to Mr. Cooper’s bedroom and I froze for a second in the doorway. He was there, in the middle of the room – wearing nothing but his underwear. The sight caught me off guard, to say the least – in my family, everybody was always very modest. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my own parents out of their clothes… Needless to say that seeing my boyfriend’s dad like that felt very, very awkward!

“Um, sorry,” I said, blushing, “I didn’t realize I was interrupting.”

“Not at all!” he said with a chuckle and gave me a warm smile, “Come in! I was just doing a couple of stretches. I think I pulled a muscle.”

He then proceeded to stretch his arm over his head and reveal his hairy armpit. I do have to admit – even though I did my best to hide it, I stared. Hunter’s dad was kind of a beefcake. His body was just as hairy as I imagined it when he had his clothes on, and his body had that nice dad built – a bunch of solid muscles from back in the day hidden under a small layer of fat, making him look big and imposing. He didn’t bother too much with a razor, that was for sure – his pubes were roaming and growing wild everywhere. His body reminded me of the gay bear porn I used to look up when I was young and discovering my sexuality… Men like him were always my go-to before I broadened my horizons. That, and also the fact that he was sharing some features with Hunter – his face, his thick calves, the pattern of body hair on his treasure trail – was making me feel kinda…

“Gary?”

I woke up from the trance and met his look. Shit. Did he ask me a question?

“Huh? Sorry?”

“I asked if you enjoyed the walk outside,” he repeated patiently, still wearing that smile. Oh god, I hope he didn’t notice me staring…

“Yeah!” I nodded, trying to get back into my regular way of thinking – that distracting image of his promising bulge in those perfectly tight boxer briefs was making that very hard though, “Yeah, it was beautiful actually. I had no idea that it was going to be like that out here.”

“Told you,” he said, in a satisfied tone, “This place makes you aware passions you didn’t even know you had…”

I nodded and tried to look away from his body, especially from that imprint in his crotch. God, once again, I’m fantasizing about my boyfriend’s dad’s dick! I need to get Konya Travesti a grip…

“I was thinking I would go to sleep a little earlier tonight,” I said, heading to the edge of the bed. This thing was small! It was just enough for one adult person – but with me and the massive body of Mr. Cooper, this was about to get really personal. I tried not to think about it as I started taking my shoes and socks off.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Mr. Cooper said as he sat down on the same edge of the bed as me – close enough for us to almost be touching our thighs, “I’m not as young and strong as I thought when I promised that I would help carry Hunter. He really wore me out today…”

I chuckled at that. Mr. Cooper paused for a bit, before he continued, his voice a little more suggestive.

“…differently but also kind of like he wore you out yesterday.”

I froze, with my sock in my hand. I turned to see Mr. Cooper looking at me with a cheeky smile on his face. Oh fuck. He knew.

“You… I… I’m sorry?” I tried playing dumb.

“When I went to the basement yesterday before I wanted to take off, I found out that I was wrong about the fuel. There was a bunch of it stored down there – I must have forgotten about it,” he explained, “So much actually, that it would easily last us for this entire trip, so I didn’t go anywhere. I was about to go up and let you know, but you were already too busy to talk.”

Now, THIS was embarrassing… Mr. Cooper heard me getting railed by his son! God, and I wasn’t even trying to be silent! It was our most passionate sex in a long time and Hunter’s dad was there to witness all of it. I practically felt my face going red.

“I… I’m… I’m really sorry,” I stuttered, trying to make excuses for why we ignored Mr. Cooper’s rule about fooling around. He raised a hand to interrupt me though.

“It’s okay, Gary. I was once young too. I figured you were going to do this here sooner or later. And it was wrong of me to try to stay in the way of your VERY passionate relationship.”

I grabbed the bedsheet I was sitting on out of embarrassment. I was discussing my sex life with Hunter with his father – who happened to be sitting on the same bed, only in his underwear. He seemed to shuffle closer to me too – his hairy thigh was now rubbing against mine, contrasting with my mostly smooth and thin leg. And wasn’t his bulge a little bit bigger now?

“I was just a little worried, you know,” he said as he put his hand around my shoulders, making me feel the weight of it and his strength, “I wanted to make sure my son treats you like a gentleman. It sounded like it got pretty rough.”

“I…” I stuttered again, distracted by his touch, “Yeah, yes! Of course! He’s the best guy I could ask for and I… Well… I like it a little rough sometimes.”

“Mhm…” Hunter’s dad said as he shuffled even closer. He was really close now – close enough for me to smell his musky, manly odor. Tangy sweat, mixed with… was he using the same cologne as Hunter did? Or was the familiarity there just because they were related? His eyes were looking down, directly into mine, but he didn’t seem shy. No… he seemed… eager.

“Is that so?” he asked, as his calloused fingertips ran down my spine. I arched my back as I felt his fingers tapping on the little piece of exposed skin between my shirt and my jeans. I tensed up and my heart started beating twice as fast. Was Hunter’s dad coming on to me?

“So, he’s able to satisfy you. That’s good,” he said, as his hand slowly crept under the fabric of my shirt – his rugged hand running over my naked skin, “You know… He’s not the only one from this family, who’s able to satisfy a man”. I tensed up. Why wasn’t I stopping him? Why wasn’t I saying no? And why was I so painfully hard?!

I crossed my legs to hide my hardon, but his free hand gently landed on my knee and opened them again, showing my erection in all of its beauty.

“That’s not necessary, my boy,” he whispered to me gently, his hand still roaming under my shirt, boldly exploring my body, “No need to be ashamed of your own body. Look – I have the same problem as you.”

He opened his legs a little wider and I’m ashamed to say my eyes dropped right onto his crotch. I gasped as I saw his dick, just semi-hard but already tenting the underwear to its limits. The wet spot at the front made the fabric a bit transparent and was exposing part of his bloated, full mushroom tip. It looked so tempting and delicious…

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I shook my head, but it was more of a statement than an interruption. It was the very last piece of effort my rational brain decided to put into this before succumbing to the power of pure lust. I felt Mr. Cooper’s fingers grabbing my chin and making me look up to his handsome face.

“That’s right, Gary,” he said, his eyes piercing through mine, “We shouldn’t.”

Then, he leaned in and pushed his bearded lips on mine. There was little time to react before I tasted the whiskey on his breath and his wet, Antalya Travesti eager tongue pushing its way between my lips. A rush of emotions washed over me. The way he put his hand behind my head and slowly let his fingers travel down the back of my neck… God, that was exactly the same way Hunter always kissed me!

I gave in. It was just too much. I was so horny, and the thought of unleashing this bearish stud onto my body was just too much to resist. I opened my lips and let Hunter’s dad explore my mouth. His fat tongue dominated me and made its way down my throat as he stepped even further. He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me on my back. I felt his huge hands on my vulnerable, naked skin and I wanted to feel them everywhere. And they complied.

“Ahhhmmm!” I moaned into his mouth as he started manhandling my pecs. His greedy, lustful fingers grabbed then hard and squeezed my nipples tightly. I felt my body growing soft and docile, opening my legs and allowing this stud to climb over me. His shadow covered my whole body and I couldn’t smell anything else but him. His sweat was filling up my nostrils and making me feel even hornier. I felt his strong, giant body pinning me down to the mattress, his rock-hard bulge pressing against mine. All the while he was teasing me with his skilled hands and biting on my lower lip.

He was breathing hard and even hornier than me. He was like an animal, looking for a release of his sexual tension. Hunter told me that his dad was single for a long time… And I was here now to experience all that sexual energy, releasing onto me in the form of his beautiful, big body rubbing against mine. I wanted to please him so much. I wanted to be the one who puts an end to his dry spell and spills all of that pent up load, preferably all over me.

It was so wrong… But that was what made it so hot. I was grinding against my boyfriend’s dad’s hard dick! I tasted his lips and I felt his hairy chest against my smooth body! His hands were playing with my nipples and my dick was getting ready to explode!

One of his hands went rogue and slid down my belly and straight into my underwear. I gasped when his fingers wrapped around my dick. It was already so hard and wet from rubbing over Mr. Cooper’s hardon, I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to last. But it seemed like Hunter’s dad didn’t want me to last – he wanted me to blow my load, right there in my already drenched underwear. I arched my back and moaned. His rough, huge hands were a little bit too much to handle. I knew I wouldn’t last long and he knew it too.

He soon got exactly what he wanted. I moaned hard and felt myself getting past the edge. My dick spasmed and started spurting ropes of cum right into my tight underwear. Mr. Cooper didn’t stop, he kept rubbing my dick and milking out more and more cum out of it. I moaned and whimpered into his ear as he kissed my neck, taking my incredible orgasm to perfect completion.

As soon as it finished, it dawned on me what had just happened. I was about to open my mouth and say something, but Hunter’s dad slid his cum-covered hand out of my underwear and grabbed me hard. His strong muscles easily flipped me onto my back and before I knew it, I was facing the pillows. It was time for him to get a release.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ever since I met you,” he growled into my ear as he pushed me down into the mattress, my moaning mouth meeting the sheets of the bed. I felt his masculine, hot body on top of me, claiming me like the alpha stud that he was. He really was his son’s father. I was helpless against his manly power but I wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary – I wanted more and more, no matter how wrong this was. Even though I already came, at some level, I wanted this to continue.

His body started grinding against me once more, his clothed bulge rubbing the rough cloth of his underwear on my lower back, going closer and closer to my buttcheeks. I’m ashamed to say that I was horny enough to thrust back – I wanted to be the object of his pleasure. I wanted to feel his dick on my naked skin. And soon I got what I wanted… Mr. Cooper reached down to release himself from the encasement of his boxer briefs. I felt his fat, sweaty cock bounce out and slap right onto my lower back. It was warm and wet and it felt massive. I didn’t get to see it, but I sure as hell felt the power of it.

Hunter’s dad apparently enjoyed me in a position where I was, because his strong hands grabbed my wrists and held them against my back. I complied eagerly, even though I was a little disappointed he wouldn’t let me even have a look at that naked cock of his. But subjecting to his power was just so much more gratifying… If he only knew that his son was exactly the same in the bedroom. Naturally in charge, physically and mentally. He asked no questions, he just took what he wanted. That’s what made it really click between us in the bedroom.

Now I finally knew where he got it from.

I felt the man’s breath on the back of my neck and his throbbing, fat cock sliding up and down the crack between my cheeks. Apparently, he was hesitant to slide it right in. Some hangups might have caught up to him – I was his son’s boyfriend after all. He didn’t want to go all the way. But he also wanted a release – no, he NEEDED it. And I was eager to help.

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