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A Special Rental Agreement Pt. 02

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When I got to Jerome’s door, he greeted me in the nude and welcomed me inside. He quickly explained that all residents and guests in his home were not to wear clothes. So he led me to my room and made me strip and stand before him.

Once I was naked, Jerome fondled my soft dick and said: “I’ve seen women with bigger clits than this excuse for a cock. It looks like Mother Nature short changed you in the male department.”

After verbally humiliating me, he squeezed my testicles and shouted: “On your knees bitch!”

I obeyed and was on my knees between his legs, facing his semi-hard cock. Jerome’s ordering me down on my knees was part of the sex ritual. By obeying his command, I accepted my fate as the submissive and told the world that I was willing to suck his or any man’s cock

So I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock. I kissed his cock instead of just sucking his cock in and deep throating him, like a ‘truck-stop-whore’. I stuck my tongue out, and tickled just the tip of the wet head of his dick. That immediately got a groan of pleasure out of him. So I ‘tickled’ it a bit more, while I jacked his now rock hard cock and massaged his full scrotum.

I sucked his cock and balls every way I could think of… ‘deep’, ‘shallow’, ‘fast’, ‘slow.’ I knew what Jerome wanted, what he craved. He had turned me into a cum-whore. Once that mental barrier is gone, he could take me over to a truck stop and I’d go from truck to truck is search of a cock. I was a cock whore and there was no turning back.

Jerome held my head so that my mouth was glued to the root of his cock. Then he released a load of hot cum. Later Jerome said he could see my neck muscles contract as I slurped all his cum down. Then I licked and slurped his glistening cock as he pulled it out of my mouth.

Jerome complimented me for my cock sucking ability. Then he told me to remain on my knees while he went to the other room to make a phone call. After about five minutes he returned and told me that a couple of his friends were coming over.

Jerome’s friends arrived in less than 30 minutes. Unlike Jerome, the two men were much younger like in their mid 20s. Both were in good physical shape. So after a brief introduction, unfortunately I don’t remember their names, Jerome told me to entertain them in my room and have fun.

So I sat on my bed and surprised myself when I said: “So, how about it guys, what about showing me what you’ve got?”

The guys quickly disrobed and showed off their manly features. Both were hairy and their cocks were average size, but nothing to turn away from either. So both sat down on my bed next to me, one on my right, the other on my left. Then the guy on my left pointed to the floor. So, I got down on my knees between his legs and lowered my mouth to the head of his cock and took it into my ümraniye escort mouth. That immediately got a groan of pleasure out of him. So I ‘tickled’ it a bit with my tongue and massaged his scrotum with my hand. I looked sideways, over at the other guy. His eyes were glued to what I was doing to his friend. He wasn’t just looking either. He was pulling and tugging on his cock and nuts as he watched me circle my wet tongue around the leaking head of his friend’s cock.

The one who was watching, spurred me on to really put on a ‘cock-sucking’ show… and when I sensed he was getting revved up, I’d pull my mouth off the first guy’s dick, and do a couple of ‘knee-walk’ steps over to the guy on my right and start doing the same thing to him that I had done to his friend. When he started getting close to cumming, I’d pull my mouth off his cock and switch back to the first

guy. In a way, we all got the best of both worlds; they got my insatiable mouth on their cocks, or one watched my voracious mouth suck the other guy’s cock.

The guy on my left leaned back on his elbows. Then, he spread his knees out wide, giving me total access to his crotch. Their eyes were riveted to the action between each others’ legs. I was still on my knees and had easy access to both cocks. I leaned over to the right, and sucked just his cock head up into my mouth, and I slowly ‘polished’ his cock-head with my tongue, while I jacked the guy on the

left’s cock. I could feel his cock pulse in my hand as I moved my mouth further down onto his friend’s cock. I stole a glance to the side, so I could see the look of lust on his face. Then, I stared at him openly as I buried my nose in his friend’s pubic hair.

I could see in his eyes that he was watching my neck bulge slightly, and my throat-muscles work, as I sucked the cock in my mouth. I was a natural and quickly learned to throat him and use just my throat-muscles to tease his cock head. I could taste the salty fluid of his pre-cum as it leaked into the back of my mouth. So when I was satisfied that I had him about to cum, I pulled my mouth totally off his cock in a swift movement, and plunged it down onto his friend’s cock. Then, while his frustrated friend watched in sexual agony, I did the same ‘throat-ritual’ to his buddy. I did that same ‘back and forth’ throat-procedure several times, in essence, sexing them up to the max; but just short of cumming. Both were sexually frustrated.

Then the first guy couldn’t take it anymore, and he stood up, pushed me down on my hands and knees, facing his friend in the front. Then he spied a jar of Vaseline on my dresser. He lubed his cock, got behind me, and started rubbing his cock head up and down the crack of my ass. I heard him grunt, “You’re not ünye escort going to tease me anymore, you fucking faggot”, and as he finished saying it, he eased his cock as far up my ass as he could get it.

It was the first time I’d been sodomized this way, so I was happy that he used a generous amount of lube, had a thin cock, and took me slowly. Still it was painful at first. But I quickly adjusted to the invasion. With that hard cock in my ass, the guy in front took his frustration out on my mouth, and he jammed his cock as deep into my mouth as far it would go. Then, they both started fucking my body, one in my ass, and one in my mouth. They acted like young teenagers, in their prime, and they used me like the whore I’d become. Then I felt the guy’s dick going off in my ass, as he strained to get his flaming-hot man seed, as far up my ass as he could get it. When the guy in front could tell his friend had just seeded my insides, he released his own pent-up load, deep in the back of my mouth, as the two of them filled me with their man-seed.

Their cocks stayed hard as they were in a sex-frenzy; and each one wanted what the other one had, so they switched me around and shoved their cocks back into my body, only this time, the holes were reversed.

I could taste the musky aroma of the dick in my mouth, and knew it had just been in my ass and that only made me suck that much harder. Their sexual ‘edge’ was off from their first cum, and they just took their time and fucked me up good. The second time they came, I was in sexual delirium. So as they ejaculated their man seed into me, I felt the most pleasurable sensation in my whole life up to this moment. I gave several soft feminine moans as my whole being was consumed with pleasure. My body shook as my dick shot ropes of cum on the floor. I had just experienced my first anal orgasm, and once I caught my breath I turned and looked up at the guy who had fucked me. He was smiling, and said: “You liked that didn’t you, faggot? “

I was their fuck-doll now and they knew they could ‘use’ me any way they wanted to.

I was on a sexual high, when I heard one of the guys talking on Jerome’s phone in the living room. I remember hearing him shout: “Yeah, no shit… come on over to Jerome’s place, we’re fucking the shit out of this fresh young fag.”

In less than ten minutes, two more guys about the same age as the first two came in. They didn’t waste any time at all, and they just stripped down to their skin. Then, one stood by the edge of the bed, and they got me back on my hands and knees and he pulled my head onto his raging cock, and started skull-fucking me. His friend was already naked and he got up behind me on the bed and rammed his cock up my stretched-out ass. It was a good thing my ass pussy was loose urfa escort and well lubed. This guy had the biggest cock in the room, and he used it like a battering ram as he fucked in and out of my cum filled ass.

They all used me for a couple of more hours, before they were through. Finally, we laid back in various places in my room. None of them could get their cocks hard anymore. But I was still on a sexual high. I was like a bitch in heat. So, I stood in the middle of the room, and started leisurely jacking my tiny dick with one hand, and pulling on my small balls with the other. Then, I heard a voice say, “Dance for us, bitch!”

So I started a slow feminine gyration as I danced around the room, I stopped in front of each guy, where I moved my ass nice, slow, and inviting. I was intentionally putting on a sex show, and I loved the attention each guy was giving me. All the guys were ogling me, as I slowly stroked my dick to the internal sex-rhythm and imagery that was going on in my head.

After that sexy performance, and the brief rest the guys had, they put me up on the edge of the bed, with my ass leaning backward. Then, two of them held my ass in place while one after the other fucked me. They were tuckered out some; so it took quite a while for everyone to get it off. When they were finally through with me, you could have shoved a beer bottle up my ass. In fact, one of the last things one of the guys did was make a ‘cone’ of his fingers and thumb and shoved them into my ass and fucked me with them. As he fucked me that way, one of his friends reached underneath me and jacked my cock. They took their time and used me any way they wanted to.

Eventually I came with a muffled feminine whimper, because I had one more cock jammed down my throat, and it was filling my belly with more cum.

Finally their passions were satisfied and the guys left. I was exhausted and lay on my bed to rest and recuperate. It was also a time to reflect upon what had just happened. At first I couldn’t believe that I had acted with such sexual abandon. But as I lay there, the more I realized that my sexuality had been permanently bent. I had let men use my mouth and ass for their sexual pleasure. I’d experienced my first anal orgasm so it was a pleasurable experience for me too. Though I enjoyed being used by men, it was still embarrassing to admit that I liked being a passive homosexual. To the world I was a faggot, a queer, a homo. So I was not about to “come out” just yet. Fortunately Jerome promised to keep my secret.

Though I dressed and tried to act the same way I did before I met Jerome and his friends, my inner being had changed. Something I wasn’t aware of.

A week after I began my classes at college, I had lunch with a female classmate who I had known when we were in high school together. We were in some of the same classes in college so she noted a change in my speech and mannerisms. She noted my swishy, prissy behavior and asked if anything happened to me over the summer break. Subconsciously I was giving off vibes that told those in the know that I doubted my masculinity and my sexuality no longer straight.

To be continued.

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Holy shit! Sorry for the hiatus everyone, I have been dealing with a lot of stuff recently. But it feels good to write again and this story is inspired by my own study break fantasies when I was in college. Enjoy!

“86, 87, 88, 89, and 90.” It was almost midnight, and I was stuck in the computer lab. I was trying and failing to work ahead and get a couple papers done early. Something I hadn’t done in high school, and I thought I’d try something different in my first year of college.

I sighed and sat back up in my chair, I already counted all the ceiling tiles in this room, twice, so logically the only thing left to do was to write this paper, right? The blinking cursor on the empty document wasn’t listening to logic as it sat there mocking me. I had completed all my secondary tasks; quick little things like emailing that professor and ordering my last textbook. Now the only thing standing in the way of a nice quiet evening at my dorm was this beast of an essay. It isn’t due for a couple weeks, but I was feeling spicy and wanted to try and get it done early.

If I was back at my dorm, I could at least be procrasterbating, but instead I was being proactive and eliminating most of my distractions by staying in the computer lab. Unfortunately, now all I was doing was boring old procrastinating, definitely not as fun. I sighed and stared up and the ceiling again. My mind drifted to the fun I had planned this weekend. My roommate was going out of town, so I have the dorm to myself. I had a secret kink of wearing panties and lacey lingerie in my alone time. Up to this point in the semester I have been good about keeping it under wraps but I was starting to really crave the way the lace felt pressed against my cock. I imagined myself sprawled out on my bed wearing my favorite pair of red lace panties my hand gently stroking my cock as I watched a blonde-haired woman slowly bob her head up and down on a huge throbbing cock.

“mmmm fuck yes” I quietly moaned to myself, my hands drifting down to my tenting sweatpants.

“Nope! Not yet!” I said out loud to the empty room, pulling myself back to the computer screen in front of me. Fuck, I needed to finish this paper!

I took a deep breath, cleared my mind, and when I set my fingers down on the keyboard they moved on their own. What followed was a super intense and productive montage of me writing my paper and — just kidding, I got about two sentences in before my mind drifted back to cum splattered faces, big, thick, spent cocks dangling in front of my eyes, the shafts covered with spit and cum.

Well, the tent that was slowly growing was now at full mast and the sweatpants weren’t helping. I needed to take care of this if I wanted to get anywhere on my paper. I grabbed my phone, my Bluetooth headphones and made my way quickly to my favorite bathroom in the building.

The language arts building was one of the oldest buildings on campus, so the bathrooms were just as old. Instead of bright LED lights they all seemed to have the same dim bulbs that barely illuminated the stalls. The tile was old and never seemed to look clean, even after the janitors finished their rounds. This particular bathroom had one stall and one urinal and a small sink. I loved this bathroom because it was tucked in the back corner of the building and unless you were looking for it was very hidden. This wasn’t going to be the first or last load I left on this floor. I quickly made it to the door and slipped inside, the lights flicked on as I made my way to the stall. My sweats were down around my ankles in a flash, and I quickly searched up my favorite video for a quick release. It was a hypnotic video of thumping base and flashing lights and featured a compilation of women sucking cocks and getting blasted with cum. I slipped my headphones into my ears and pressed play and before I knew it my hand was stroking up and down my hard cock as I got lost in the music and sounds of girls slurping and sucking on big thick cocks.

One more bathroom and I can go home! Jerome the janitor tuzla escort thought. It was Friday night, and he was planning on going to some of the bars around town and find himself a pretty young college girl, or boy, Jerome wasn’t picky. Jerome had been working at the university as a janitor for a few years now and he enjoyed it. It was good work and didn’t require a lot of energy from him. He was a forever bachelor. He tried dating but it just wasn’t for him, variety was the spice of life as they say. Jerome was about 45 years old and was happy with his life and didn’t really plan on changing. He liked working to make his money and then go out to the college bars and find some girls who were looking to sow their wild oats. He was still an attractive man and kept fairly in shape, not ripped but not pudgy, a workin man’s body. His dark skin and deep brown eyes seemed to be a lot of people’s kryptonite and he was not ashamed of using that to his advantage when he was out looking for some fun. He could feel his cock start to stir as he recalled a hot little spinner from a couple weeks ago.

He always forgot about this bathroom because it was tucked away in a weird hallway. He decided he was just gonna get in their do a quick cursory clean and get the fuck outta here. He parked his cart outside the bathroom blocking it off from anyone else trying to get in. He knocked lightly on the door and said, “custodian” as he entered not expecting a response this time of night. As soon as he opened the door, he heard it. The thumping music and loud slurping gagging sounds, someone was in here watching porn! He quickly closed the door and took a couple quiet steps into the bathroom; he looked under the stall and saw the legs of the masturbator. As he got closer to the stall door he noticed that he didn’t lock it, and it was cracked slightly open.

“Mother fucker was looking for some action!” Jerome concluded as he peaked through the crack in the door and saw a cute white boy stroking his cock, his hand was a blur as he let out a cute little moan.

“It’s my lucky day!” Jerome thought and quietly moved back to the main bathroom door and locked it before returning to his prey for the night.

“Oh fuck” I gently moaned as I felt my orgasm start to build. My hand was moving up and down my shaft as I watched a beautiful blonde-haired blue-eyed hottie slobber all over a big black cock. I was mesmerized by the contrast of their skin colors and they way the girl’s eyes glazed over when the massive cock hit the back of her throat that I nearly jumped through the roof of the stall when someone cleared their throat.

“Holy fuck!” I shouted and dropped my phone on the sticky tile floor. It landed screen up and it was at this moment I realized that I had forgot to connect my headphones to my phone.

“What do we have here?” the dark figure asked as he bent down to pick up my phone. “You like watching girls suck on black cock don’t you boy?”

“Who the fuck are you?” I asked, my heart beating out of my chest.

“My name is Jerome, what’s yours beautiful?” The man asked as he looked me up and down like a lion hunting a scared gazelle.

“My..na..name is Nathan.” I stuttered out.

“Nathan, that’s pretty name for a pretty boy.”

“Wh..what are you doing in my stall” I asked hoping I didn’t sound as scared as I felt.

“Well I came in to do my final clean up of the night but I walked in on you trying to make a mess, did you expect me to clean that up when you finished?” Jerome asked and pointed to my cock, I realized my cock was still standing at full attention and was currently leaking precum onto my hand.

“No..n..no sir, I’m sorry I thought I was alone, and I have been stressing over this paper all night and I just needed…” I was rambling at this point, the words flying out of my mouth before I knew what was happening.

“Shhh, its ok Nathan, I’m not gonna hurt you or report you. I honestly thought you left the stall door unlocked üçyol escort on purpose, so I thought you were looking to have some fun.” Jerome said with a warm voice that instantly made me feel at ease.

“No sir! I would never do that, I’m not gay, I just wanted to masturbate really quick so I could get back to writing my paper.”

“Hey there’s nothing wrong with experimenting at your age, hell I thought I’d only be into women but recently I’ve changed my mind about that.” Jerome took another step forward, his hand grabbing at what looked like a thick steel pipe in his pants. “Maybe you want to experiment and see what a real black cock looks like. In fact, I bet you’d look just as pretty as this beauty does.” He said as he showed me the paused video. The girl looked like she was in heaven as the black cock invaded her mouth. Her lips straining to fit the hug snake into her mouth.

“Yo…you think so?” I said, my cock jumping the thought.

“Absolutely, why don’t you lean forward and I’ll show you what your missing.”

Jerome said as he undid his belt and let his jeans fall to the bathroom floor around his ankles. His cock jumped out of his pants and was now inches from my face, its dark shaft and head looking incredible under the dim lights of the bathroom.

“Holy shit” I said without realizing it. I absent mindedly reached out and ran my fingers along the shaft. My fingertips dancing across the cock head, I could see a bead of precum glisten, I instinctively licked my lips.

“There you go beautiful, be a good boy and show daddy how much you want this cock.”

His voice as like caramel in my ears and I was powerless to resist. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue across his slit and got my first taste of a man’s cock.

“Good boy!” Jerome groaned above me. My cock bounced and I knew I was done for. I opened my mouth and slowly let his cock head penetrate my plump lips.

The second his cock head hit my tongue I knew I was destined to be a cock sucker. I let out a muffled moan as I let my lips slowly work their way down his shaft. Fuck he was big! The moment I felt his cock head hit the back of my virgin throat it was like a switch was flipped in my head and all the hypnos and vaguely sissy videos I had been watching lately suddenly made sense. I was a cock sucker, and I wasn’t ashamed or scared, I was proud, and I was ready to show daddy how lucky I was to be tasting his cock.

“Why is it so easy to get white boys to open their mouths for my cock?” Jerome said teasing me as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I could only get about halfway down his shaft before I gagged but I tried to be enthusiastic and I hoped that more than made up for lack of technique.

I was lost in my own world; all I could think about was cock and pleasing cock. I eagerly bobbed my head up and down the beautiful black cock in front of me. I swirled my tongue around the cock head, my hands slowly stroking his shaft as I worked my lips up and down. My hand started to stroke my own leaking cock as I slobbered all over Jerome’s cock. But just as I started, he pulled his cock out of my mouth with an audible pop. I looked up at him pouting that he took away my new favorite thing.

“Take your hand off your dick boy, only focus on my pleasure” Jerome said as he looked into my eyes.

“Yes daddy.” I said on reflex.

“Good boy,” Jerome said with a smirk, he laced his fingers into my hair and pulled me forward till my nose was pressed into his balls. “Now lick my balls boy.”

I moaned as my sense of smell was flooded with the scent of daddy’s musk. I closed my eyes and proceeded to make out with his balls. I made love to them with mouth as my hand left my cock and moved to his.

We continued like this for a while, me bathing his balls with my tongue and lips while I slowly stroked his thick shaft. His deep moans and groans were like honey to my ears. The smacks from my lips as I kissed every inch of his balls echoed across the tiled walls. I found ulus escort my happy place and it was between this man’s legs my face buried in his crotch.

“mmmm fuck baby boy, you keep that up I won’t last much longer” Jerome growled.

I looked up at him with sparkling blue eyes, “please daddy, I need you load, I want my reward, please I need it,” I whined as I trailed small kisses from his balls all the way to his tip. I licked the drop of precum that was forming at the opening of his cock. God he tasted so fuckin good!

Jerome said nothing, his grip tightened on my head as he pulled me closer. I giggled, closing my eyes, and opening my mouth wide as I invited his glistening shaft back into the warm embrace of my mouth. Inch after inch of his cock entered my mouth both of us groaning as he filled my mouth.

“Ok baby, I’m not gonna hold back, I’m going to fuck your mouth until I shoot my load directly down your throat” I looked up at him, I groaned and braced myself. He held my head in place, slowly pulling his hips back, his cock sliding from mouth. I groaned as I felt every inch and vein run over my lips as he pulled out. I kept the tip between my lips and knew I was about to get my throat fucked.

Jerome slammed his cock back into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag immediately. I instinctively tried to pull back, escape the onslaught of his thrust but he held me steady and continue to fuck my poor throat.

“Just relax baby, I’m not stopping till I finish” Jerome grunted as he continued to thrust into my mouth. My eyes were watering as I fought off my gag reflex, with every thrust his cock head slammed into my throat like a piston. Thrust after thrust I felt my reflex get less and less until finally, I felt his cock head back past my wall and slip deep into my throat. My nose was tickled by his pubes as he held me in place.

In that moment, I felt my body unclench. My throat was now open for daddy’s cock as he pounded into me. I was no longer in control of my body, my eyes clouded over with lust, my body being used as a cock sleeve. I felt a small spark of pleasure start in my belly, slowly building with each thrust from Jerome’s glorious cock. “Am I about to cum?” I thought to myself.

“Here it comes Nathan, get ready to swallow!” Jerome roared as he slammed his entire throbbing length deep into my throat. I felt his balls clench against my chin as rope after rope of cum shot from his cock and was sent directly into my stomach. I groaned and squealed as I felt the spark explode into a roaring fire of pleasure and desire, my own cock spasmed and shot my load all over my lap.

Jerome held my head against his groin and let out another long groan, “oooohhh fuck boy, your mouth is better than any pussy I’ve been in!”

He slowly withdrew his cock from my throat, and I was finally able to suck in air. “Ho…ly….fuck!” I panted as I tried to catch my breath. Jerome’s cock glistened with my spit and his cum, it looked absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t help but lean forward and place a small kiss on the tip of Jerome’s cock head.

“Thank you daddy, I had no idea I would love sucking cock this much,” I said as I reached my hand up, tracing my fingers along his length, loving the way it twitched under my touch.

“Just wait to I get this cock in your boy pussy,” Jerome said with a wink as he pulled his pants back up. I think I gave a small pouting noise when I saw his black anaconda slither back into his work pants.

Jerome saw the look on my face and chuckled, “Don’t worry pretty boy, this won’t be the last time you service me.” He took a step forward and cupping my chin in his large hands he tilted my head up as he leaned down.

I gasped as his lips met mine and I completely melted into the kiss. I moaned has Jerome’s tongue invaded my mouth, fuck he felt so good! I let myself be kissed by this man I just met tonight. Before I knew it, he had broken the kiss and was leaving the stall.

“Wait daddy!” I said, finally finding my voice again. “I’ve got another paper to turn in next week, maybe I’ll need another study break?” My blue eyes sparkling with lust and greed as I thought about Jerome fucking my mouth again.

“I’ll see you next week, beautiful,” Jerome said over his shoulder as he exited the bathroom and left me to clean up my mess.

So much for finishing my paper.

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My roommate and I have an arrangement. He does my laundry, and in exchange I get a little wiggle room on the rent. We don’t talk about the underwear that goes missing between loads. It gets back to me eventually, and, well, my job has been cutting a lot of shifts. It’s just not realistic for me to pay on time every month at this point.

Evan and I are a little more than roommates. Not just because of the deal, but also because we’ve known each other since we were kids. Our dads have worked at the same company for ages, and we went to the same grade schools. We’d been in the same friend group, to the same sleepovers and birthday parties, although we didn’t really hang out one-on-one much.

We didn’t keep in touch in college though, not having much other than proximity to keep us together. We had been growing apart anyways; one glance could tell you our life trajectories were different. I was a sports fiend and always had something going on on the weekends; he was definitely on the nerdy side, more of a mathlete I guess you could say. I “blossomed,” as my mom put it, into a broad-shouldered medium-tall guy who had no issues getting girls, as long as I kept my back hair in check. He never quite outgrew the weediness of his teen years, staying lanky into his twenties, although he didn’t look bad: his features were delicate and gave him a sort of princely look. He went to technical school and quickly found a job at some nondescript government contractor. Meanwhile, not knowing what I wanted to do with my life, I went to college for business, got into sales, rapidly developed suicidal thoughts, and quit to become a bartender. (My ex was not happy with this turn of events and of course dumped me when I said I’d be moving in with my parents.)

The fact we both ended up back in our hometown was sort of funny to me. He was never an adventurous or social guy, and it was just like him to work from home out of his childhood bedroom, saving up his paycheck for god knows what. I guess he felt a little cramped there, because I had just arrived back at my own parents’ place with my tail between my legs, when I turhal escort saw that he had posted a request for roommates on his little-used social media.

After a few DMs, we moved into a small condo together, not far from the local university so we were surrounded by students. I quickly got a job at a rowdy college bar, and he set up his office in the dining room. For the first few weeks, we rarely saw each other, him having a nine to five and me working nights. I was depressed and spent most of my free time dicking around on the internet or dispiritedly jerking off. My room was predictably a sty. Laundry piled up quick. Evan quietly did a lot of chores around the house, that didn’t go unnoticed. I thanked him whenever I could and asked how I could pick up the slack – but he refused, just waving me off. I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It was a bit of a low point when I asked if he could just go ahead and do my laundry, but in my defense I was out of quarters. I may have also recently seen that my ex got into med school and been mulling about that. Either way, I didn’t have a ton of clothes so it was basically just more of the same. Whatever. No big deal. Anyway, I didn’t notice anything was missing for a decent while, like weeks. And when it did start, obviously I didn’t really think anything of it. Maybe dude’s underwear is just the same color. Navy blue boxers aren’t exactly a revolutionary fashion statement.

But it was happening so regularly, with so many different varieties of undie, that it was a slim chance it was just a coincidence. Every color and pattern went missing at some point. I knew it was on purpose when even the lime green ones my mom got me that one time went missing.

So the arrangement was never something we talked about explicitly, but the first time I asked for an extension on rent, he was handing me back a basket of laundry, and I glanced down at it pointedly. He turned a little red when he said it was fine.

I guess Evan was gay, but honestly I thought gay dudes had way more fun than that. I knew tuşba escort a couple gay guys in college who partied way more than me, and had the most insane sex stories. Evan never had people over and went out just once a week on Sunday night. Based on what my parents said (and guilted me over, since I rarely saw them despite living a short drive a way) he was eating dinner at his parents’ house. The rest of the time he did god knows what in his room.

He was really the ideal roommate, so I guess I could chalk that up to some kind of attraction to me. I kind of avoided thinking about it if I could, but it wasn’t exactly hard to put two and two together.

That had all been simmering in the back of my head the night it all got weird. My ex was dating a new guy according to her social media, and I had indulged way too much at work. After closing out the bar, I spent another couple hours at a college party with a regular, downing more shots than was probably wise. It was messy, I was messy, whatever, all you need to know is I was home around sunrise, a phenomenon I pretty much never saw at that point in my life, and starting to sober up. I was looking forward to going home, eating a hot pocket, and immediately falling into bed.

What I realized was that the walls in that condo were very thin. Very. I had never heard a peep from Evan before, but the shuddering moans coming through his bedroom door were loud and clear, even over the sound of the microwave humming. And he was definitely moaning my fucking name. And I was horny, and sad, and lonely, and still sorta drunk. So I polished off my snack, went upstairs and knocked.

I heard a grunt, thud, and rustling noises. “Hey. You in there?”

Nothing.

“I fuckin’ heard you man.”

Still nothing.

I turned the knob. It was unlocked. He looked, well, if I’m being honest he looked straight out of a porno. One of the ones I felt really weird about jacking off to. He was splayed out, clearly in panic mode, having obviously just removed himself from a dildo suctioned onto the floor. He was tüyap escort wearing a neck choker, handcuffs, and nipple clamps. His cock was restrained by a metal ring, and his asshole was hairless, shiny and gaping. A couple other dildos and various sex toys were scattered on the bed, along with bottles of what was probably lube. Holy shit, dude was fucking kinky.

It was a lot to take in, but my dick worked faster than my brain. I looked at his sweaty, flushed face, and his eyes were glued to my crotch. Before I could think about it too hard, I worked my pants down and pulled out my cock, giving myself a few perfunctory strokes. He shifted himself over as quickly as he could with the handcuffs and wordlessly wrapped his lips over the tip.

He was a fucking fiend for cock. Within seconds my cock was down his throat, he had tears in his eyes, I could barely stay standing with how good it was. He moaned and the vibrations ran down my dick and I felt it into my core. I grabbed his hair and shoved myself even further into the back of his skull. He gurgled, drooling hard to cope with the sudden invasion, and I started properly fucking his mouth. He whined raggedly every time I hit the back of his throat, and the sound, and the additional stimulation, got me to the point of orgasm.

When I came, I held his mouth to the base of my cock, pumping straight down his esophagus. With all I had jacked off lately, it was more than I expected. Having a proper hole to fuck helped. Evan let out a strangled “oooohhhh” as my cum shot its way down his throat, and when I let go, he collapsed. He had come without touching his dick, the jizz lost somewhere on the floorboards, his cock limp.

After spending my load, I was suddenly kind of disgusted. I made a quick retreat into my room across the hall and fell into bed. I didn’t know why exactly – of course I didn’t think I was gay. Well, I’d be lying if I never thought about it. The aforementioned porn and all.

Half formed memories swirled in my mind as I fell asleep. Was I into little skinny Evan? The dude I used to destroy at Call of Duty and pickup basketball? Who let me copy off his trig homework every week because I had it in first period and could never stay awake past the first ten minutes? The one who knocked a tooth out riding his bike with me and I panicked and cried because I thought he was going to die because there was so much blood?

(To be continued.)

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SO FAR. Youthful trainee lawyer Jack falls for a ladyboy in Thailand and, in a misunderstanding about his sexual orientation, he is offered a tutelage in a chambers favouring gay men and women staff. Colleague Luke invites him to a Guys and Dolls Ball where he meets Andy who persuades him to overnight at his flat, with lascivious motives.

Jack awoke to find Andy virtually standing over him with a cup of coffee in his hand, obviously meant for him. He closed his eyes and stretched languishly. The smell of perfume on Andy’s body aroused his senses, as it was meant to.

He opened his eyes again and the coffee was in the bedside table and Andy was still standing where he was, his dressing gown sufficiently open at the front to allow his shaved pubes to be not just visible, but a matter of inches away from Jack’s mouth. Jack surprised even himself by stretching out and and giving the penis an affectionate squeeze. He couldn’t just ignore it could he?

Encouraged, Andy dropped to one knee, leant over and kissed the young man full on the mouth. It wasn’t any ordinary kiss. It was long and it involved Andy’s tongue extending to its fullest as if intent on searching the whole of Jack’s mouth. The boy surrendered and drank all the pleasure from doing so.

Andy stood back up and sloughed off his dressing gown, his prick now fully alert. Pulling Jack up into a sitting position he stuffed two pillows between him and the headboard. The boy’s mouth was at exactly at the right height to accommodate the penis that was then pointing directly at it. There was no question as to what was going to happen next.

Jack wanted it. He was sold on it. His own prick, still under the bedsheets was just as hard as the one he was being invited to suck.. Andy was quite brutal and deliberately so. He wanted to complete the turning of the boy emphasising his future role to be a committed receiver. It was a form of power game with very significant consequences.

Andy deliberately gave no warning as to when he was about to discharge a pent-up torrent of hot sperm. That was part of the process. Hopefully the next would be into Jacks near virgin arse.

Jack nearly choked on the deluge of hot fishy, salty sperm. A lot ended up dripping down his chin and onto his bare chest. That all added to the drama of the occasion.

Andy nearly made a point of complimenting Jack as he pulled out and backed off, swallowing the words “thanks faggot”. No, it was too early to do so. That would have to keep for another occasion. There would be many more, he was sure. If Jack had not been turned, he was vert close to being so.

Jack, recovered took his own rock hard penis in his hands and offered up a look that said, “what about me?”

Andy was alive to his predicament. “Your turn will come later, darling. It’s the shower for you now and then some breakfast.”

The original cup of coffee remained untouched by the bedside. A silent witness.

The two men showered together in a cubical meant for one. Jacks penis was rampant and Andy’s showing the first signs of recovery. Jack was almost desperate to have Andy touch him deliberately instead of their rubbing up to each other from the lack of space. The most Andy did was give his junior a tender kiss and whisper “later”.

For two pins Jack would have tossed himself off there and then had Luke allowed him to.

Whilst Andy prepared breakfast he wisely turned the conversation to football, to soccer. He had been tipped off that his guest played for Pathway United F.C. and trained several evenings every week in the season/ He went with some of his team mates to Pattaya no less.

Andy expertly ran up a cooked breakfast English-style and they both tucked in ravenously. Jack hadn’t eaten anything substantial for over seventeen hours, as the smell of the bacon frying had reminded him.

Both replete, Andy suggested they watched replays of the Saturday’s football to which his guest readily agreed. They shared the settee, both still in dressing gowns, and whiled the morning away with football almost entirely the topic of conversation.

Eventually, Andy suggested they had a “siesta”. Jack didn’t catch on immediately. Andy slipped a hand under Jack’s gown and rested it on his bare thigh. The boy cottoned on. Strange, the football had transported him far away from thoughts of sexual relations, and Andy’s advance had brought him back with a thump. It was like he was living in two worlds and he was not at all sure he wanted to leave the one he was presently in.

Andy was a predator and as a predator he had tunalı escort predator’s skills. Instead of trying to entice Jack into the bedroom he reached for the television’s control and switched channels to some pre-prepared material. “I thought this might interest you Jack?”

It was porn. But not any old porn. It was ladyboy porn. Fifteen minutes was more than enough to have Jack wallowing in the memories of Walking Street in Pattaya and the lovely ladyboy Suzy. The more time since Jack had returned from Thailand the more sexy and beautiful Suzy had become in his memory.

Andy watched the action with Jack for a good while and then slipped out of the room. He came back, still wearing the same dressing gown, but he had slipped on Jack’s hitherto suspender belt and black stockings; nothing else. Standing in front of Jack he allowed the gown to yawn open enough to give a taste of what lay within, his cock reacting accordingly.

Jack seemed reluctant to drag his eyes from the television scene where a a man was about to take a proffered penis belonging to a busty ladyboy, into his mouth. The real thing was inches from his own lips. He did a double take and, after that, there was no contest. “Let’s go into my bedroom,” whispered Andy.

Jack allowed himself to be led like the classical lamb to the slaughter. Andy threw off the boy’s gown and sat him naked on the bed-end. Standing directly in front of Jack he too wasted his dressing gown, and was quite a picture in just the stockings and a hard, throbbing penis. “Worship it cocksucker.” he ordered.

Something broke in Jack’s head. There was nothing in the world, at that moment in time, that he craved more than to suck the cock. It wouldn’t have mattered whether it was Andy’s cock, Luke Dangerfield’s cock. or that cantankerous old bastard Quintin Hurst’s cock. Any cock would have been the right cock.

“Wait a minute darling.” The instruction manage to permeate Jack’s brain. As did, “kneel on the bed.” Hands moved him into the necessary position. Next Jack felt cold lube being massaged into his his bum hole. Then he knew what was about to happen and he wanted it. “Yes, fuck me,” he encouraged the man in position behind him, and who needed no encouragement whatsoever.

Andy knew it was not so simple as that. Yes, he could “wham, bam, thank you sir,” and enjoy the thrill and debauchery of it all. Another notch on his newel post perhaps. No, No, No, that was not his game. That was not what turned Andy on. What he wanted was the satisfaction of introducing another pretty boy to the thrill of having a relationship, of any type, with another man. And, of course, with him in the first instance.

Andy nestled his cock into Jack’s rear entrance and applied a little pressure. Jack tensed waiting for the explosion o pain, if that was what he was in line for. He had read about anal sex being difficult for the receiver initially. But Andy pulled back and substituted his fingers, and then slipped a slippery forefinger in the same several inches he had done before. And then back came his penis nudging again whilst Andy’s had moved forward and cupped Jack’s balls and caressed them.

Expertly Andy soon had Jack near to be screaming to be fucked.

More lube and Andy started his assault. This time the purple head of his penis did not back off. but pushed inexorably harder and harder, intent on breaking into Jack’s virgin arse. At the start a willing Jack pushed back against Andy’s penis head, but as the pain mounted the boy did well to stand his ground and try to absorb the pain from the pressure his arse was under.

As Suzy’s little prick had managed to force entry there was no doubt that Andy’s would too. And, with some extra aggravated pain, it certainly did. Andy remained still to allow the worst of the pain to subside, his prick probably no more than an inch or so into the boy’s arse. Jack would indicate when he was ready to proceed.

Sure enough, after a short while Jack set his trunk swaying, minutely at first but then with ever bigger forward and backward motions. More to the point, he started gasping and much of that had pleasure mixed un with the pain. Andy smiled evilly to himself. Everything was going to plan.

By the time Andy has virtually the whole of his penis lodged inside his captive he could feel the tightness lessen as Jack’s anus gradually became more receptive. The same feeling in Jack encouraged him to jiggle about as a prelude to some sort of a fucking. Deflowering of a virgin arse was the height of tunceli escort sexual achievement as far as Andy was concerned, and the thrill of doing so excited his need to ejaculate. All too soon he was pumping streams of semen into Andy’s bowels.

It would have been fantastic if Andy had been able to have brought Jack to an orgasm at the same time, but experience told him that rarely, if ever, happened. Given time, that could be achieved. If not with Andy, with Jack’s future lovers. Andy had no doubts there would be many of them

Andy kept his prick inside of Jack until it was made of rubber and swished out of the boy’s anus dripping with semen. He turned the boy on the bed into a position suitable for Andy to suck the boy’s cock. This he did with gusto, obviously enjoying the experience and demonstrably good at it too. It was all sex; beautiful, unadulterated sex.

The next move in Andy’s game was to bundle young Jack back to his flat without further ado. To cut down his face time with him Andy called a taxi. There was some embarrassment on Jack’s part as he had only his girlie clothes to wear. Andy left it to Jack to offer the taxi driver an explanation should one be necessary.

Jack could not walk properly. His anus was bruised and sore and still leaking Andy’s spunk into a sanitary towel. Once home he headed straight for the bathroom and ran himself a hot bath in which he languished until the water was less than warm. What a weekend. One to remember. But to cherish?

At work the next day Jack saw no sign of Nick whose wife Eve had fitted him up for the Guys and Dolls Ball. Was he deliberately keeping out of Jack’s way or, perhaps, his abandonment of Jack at the Ball had been legitimate. Interestingly, having been introduced to anal sex by Andy, Jack definitely felt some sort of affinity to his fellow staffers, most of them being gay.

On the Wednesday Jack came across Nick in the urinals. “Sorry I had to leave so hurriedly. It was a false alarm too. “Did Andy look after you?” Nick looked the picture of innocence.

“Sort of,” was all Jack dare say on the subject. H would dearly have liked to ask if he and Andy were in cahoots with each other. Instead he drew attention to the clothes Eve had lent him.

“Oh, don’t worry on that score. She said for you to keep them. You might find they come in handy.”

“Handy for what?” retorted Jack before he had thought about the implications.

“If you need to dress in drag another time of course,” Nick retorted simply.

Jack now had his first dressing-up clothes. That sent a thrill through his body. He pretended it hadn’t. Nevertheless, in the evening, he sought out an online site and purchased two pairs of French nickers, a pack of six cotton panties and two strappy camisoles. “Can’t do any harm behind closed doors,” he told himself.

Come Friday morning a call on Jack’s mobile revealed Andy’s number. Jack had been trying to convince himself that he wold not care if Andy didn’t contact him again. Of course that was a huge fib. Jack’s hand shook as he engaged with the caller. “Hiya Andy, how’s things?” He tried to sound nonchalant.

“Are you free this weekend?”

“I’ve got football Saturday afternoon,” replied Jack automatically.

“Oh, yes, I forgot about your commitment there.” The line went silent. Jack cursed himself for the answer he had made. He could throw a sicky. He had only missed one match before. “Teatime onwards then?”

“Yes Andy. where…..”

“Is it a home match?”

Jack had to think. “Yes, it is.”

“I’ll pick you up at five o’clock outside the ground. Does that work for you|?”

“The timing is a bit tight. Make it five-thirty?”

“Five-thirty on the dot then.”

Come Saturday, Jack very nearly threw a sicky as far as playing football. As it was, his mind was not fully on the game, and he was substituted shortly after half time. The team manager was not pleased, but Jack was not as concerned as he would have been before he had any dealings with Andy.

Andy picked him up right on time and seemed pleased to see his protégé. “Another party, darling,” he said familiarly, kissing Jack full on the lips. “We must quickly get you into your ladyboy clothes.”

“My ladyboy clothes?” repeated Jack intrigued.

“Yes. That’s what you are now darling. Don’t fight it. That is what you want to be.”

Jack was lost for words. he wanted to dress right enough. He couldn’t deny his cock was getting in on the act at the mere thought of it. But him – a ladyboy? What exactly did turgutlu escort that entail? It was not far to Andy’s garden flat and there was some comfort as Jack walked into the now familiar surroundings.

“I guess you showered at the club?” Andy asked and receiving an affirmative nod, “then straight into the bedroom and get changed. I’ll make you a sandwich for you to eat in the car.”

Jack wasn’t being given the chance to object – that is how he saw it. Secretly, he wanted to go along with what was planned for him. He felt so alive again sexually. The trip to Thailand had awoken something in him and he wanted to experience lots more. Why shouldn’t he?

There was his new uniform set out for him on the bed. He undressed totally and, naked, did not turn a hair when Andy walked in the room and gave him a modern day version of a wolf whistle, and the compliment, “fuck me, you’re gorgeous darling.”

Jack, full of added confidence, rolled up his legs the black mesh hold-up stockings first. Then standing up straight, legs apart, and with his prick eighty percent, Luke was put into a quandary. “You’re fucking teasing me, you bitch,” he whispered appreciatively. Putting temptation out of the way. he left the bedroom.

A padded bra did nothing other than give the short, thin cotton dress some shape and the knickers this time were in the French style; ruby red with back lace edging.

The next job, cosmetics, threatened to be difficult. To cover for his lack of expertise Jack determined to keep it simple. A little eyeshadow, a touch of mascara and then a deep red lipstick. In the mirror he decided he “didn’t half look good.”

They arrived at the party late owing mainly to congestion on the way over. “You’ve missed the pairings,” lamented the host. “So did the Simpsons. You take Gavin, Andy and your companion goes with Bernie. Is that O.K.?”

Jack pulled Andy to one side. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“It’s a party where we all swap partners. It used to be that the tops put their car keys in a bowl and the bottoms dipped in blindfolded. Now Eugene, the host, does the selection, again at random so he says, on his computer. Looks like you’ve got Bernie, Gavin’s husband and I’m paired with the wife. They’re a nice couple. You’ll be O.K.”

“Jackie?”

Startled, Jack turned round quickly.

“I’m Bernie. Welcome to the party. Lets go and find a drink.” It wasn’t so much an invitation but an order. Jack was somewhat stunned as the man he was paired with was old enough to be his father and some.

Jack did not so much ask for a glass of red wine but was given one. Bernie was dominant, that was for sure. He asked questions as if it were a career interview. “So, you’re virtually a virgin, Jackie?”

The younger man felt as if he was blushing a bright pink. “I’m sorry,” he started stupidly….!

“Sorry?” Bernie smiled for the first time. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, young lady. You’re about to make an older man very happy. I’ll book a room. We’ll go up now.”

Jack found there was something sexually appealing about Bernie. He was smartly turned out, clean, and smelled strongly of a heavy perfumed body wash. His face and bald pate were nicely suntanned. He was carrying some weight, quite paunchy but it was his air of authority, his directness, and his expectation of being obeyed that probably turned on Jack the most.

Bernie came back with a smile of satisfaction on his face. “I’ve bagged the sunroom down the garden, for as long as we want it. Bribery is one of my many fortes. Wine or beer Jackie?”

Jack chose wine simply because he thought Bernie would prefer him to. Bernie picked up two bottles before he led Jack out into the garden. “What about a corkscrew?” Jack wailed.

They crossed a lawn and, even though it was still light, there was an outside light burning on the porch of what could only be the summerhouse. Inside it was a lounge, a small kitchen, shower and toilet, and a bedroom; the latter being equipped with a double bed of course. Bernie went straight to a kitchen drawer and rescued a corkscrew. He had been in that chalet before, obviously. He freshened Jack’s glass.

Jack took a big slug of the red Bordeaux as he watched Bernie remove his shoes and socks, and then his trousers and underpants. His cock was big and fat and his balls looked to be swollen with semen. Jack guessed what was coming in his direction and own his prick, totally enlarged, complained about being confined in his cotton panties.

With his cock swaying from side to side Bernie headed for the settee, throwing off his jacket and wearing just a shirt. “Come and suck me, young lady,” he ordered.

Jack didn’t need any second bidding although he took another scoop of wine whilst the opportunity was there. Bernie had his legs open wide in readiness and Jack merely knelt between them.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Sometimes hotel rooms can be a bit of a pain getting access to, what with nosy receptionists, lifts and stairs needing a key card to get in. Really puts a dampener on the anticipation of a fresh hook up, that excitement of hearing the unlatched door opening while I’m naked on all fours on the bed waiting for that initial contact of a horny hand or finger on my willing, shaved and lubed-up ass, but alas, that wasn’t happening this morning.

This hotel needed key card access so we’d arranged to meet just outside the main entrance. He’d just finished night shift and would be wearing a green North Pole hoodie and sweats and, according to his message on the app, would be arriving in five minutes.

I made my way downstairs and out into the early morning sunshine pretending to be on my phone as I loitered impatiently on the main road. In what felt like twenty minutes, but was probably only two, I spotted the green hoodie coming towards me. I wasn’t disappointed. A tasty 5 foot 10 athletic, clean shaven with a shaved head guy broke into a smile as we greeted each other shaking hands like we knew each other and headed into the hotel lobby and onwards to the lifts which, thankfully, opened straight away. This was always the slightly awkward moment, just the two of toroslar escort us in the lift on our own for the first time exchanging pleasantries. Thankfully it was a short trip and, apart from passing the room service maid in the corridor, we arrived into my room shortly afterwards.

As soon as the door closed he moved in and we were snogging with plenty of tongue action. His hands dropped to my ass and he pulled me hard against his crotch grinding a hard and thick bulge against my equally hard, but not as thick, bulge while kneaded my ass cheeks like dough. Breaking our contact we stripped off and I was rewarded with the sight of an exquisitely rock hard nine inch piece of meat with, just a hint of pre-cum coating the head.

Dropping to my knees I soon had that beauty in my mouth sucking and drooling over it while stroking my own now throbbing cock. During our chats the previous night he’d promised me a big cock and boy was he true to his word. I, in return had promised him a greedy mouth and a hungry willing hole to pound and I’d ‘no intention of reneging on that.

As I sucked him as deep as I could and stroking his heavy balls he gripped my head and moaning in pleasure he gently fucked my mouth going tosya escort a little deeper with every thrust until his balls made contact with my chin. One of his hands moved down my back towards my ass so I repositioned myself so he could reach his goal. Soon I felt the delightful touch of a finger on my pre-lubed ring and I knew it was time to give my hole to him.

Hopping up onto the bed on all fours I presented my hungry hole to him and was rewarded with the sensation of his cock head pressing against my twitching ring. Suddenly the head popped in and I was filled with his cock head. He pushed in further sliding further up my hole. I moaned in delight as I felt him going deeper until he had all nine inches buried up me.

Gripping my hips tightly he started fucking me while I moaned like a whore and he grunted and called me a “cock hungry whore” and other similar adjectives. I was in heaven, stroking my own cock in time with his strokes I knew I wouldn’t last long but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the cock pounding my ass, the balls slapping against mine, his hands gripping me dominating me in every way.

“You like that don’t you slut?” he grunted

“You like my big cock fucking your trabzon escort hole?”

“Yes, Yes” I cried “Fuck me hard, fuck me hard” I responded. He picked up the pace thrusting all nine inches of magnificent cock as far up my hole as he could

“I’m gonna breed your hole, I’m gonna fill your guts with my spunk. You want that don’t you slut?” he demanded.

“Yes I want your spunk up me,” I begged “Fuck me, breed me.”

With that I lost control of my own balls, shuddering and crying out they erupted shooting jets of fresh spunk all over the bed and my own belly. The shuddering and clenching of my ass sent him over the edge as well. Gripping my hips even tighter, he slammed his cock deep into me with a primeval grunt as he filled my hungry guts with jet after jet of hot creamy spunk.

After a few moments, he resumed his fucking motion, gentler and slower revelling in the lustful sensation of my spunk filled hole. I could feel spunk dribbling out running over my ball. After a minute or so of this, and with his cock softening he slipped out saying “Thanks, I needed that, that’s one lovely ass you have there”

“Me too” I replied “I love your cock as well.”

I remained face down on the bed enjoying the afterglow and the sensation of spunk dribbling out of my ass as he slipped into the bathroom and cleaned up.

Soon we were kissing our goodbyes, me still naked with tracks of spunk on my inner thighs. As he reached the door he turned adding “Let me know when you in town again, I want that ass again.”

“Oh I will, you can count on that,” I added as the door closed.

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Something I heard a lot when I was younger is that every man should travel, at least once, alone. I ended up doing so and… wow.

Back in my college days, I decided to study abroad for a year. I had studied Spanish, and it made sense to stay with a Spanish-speaking country rather than start from scratch somewhere else. I looked into Spain, Argentina, Mexico… the big, obvious countries. But then I saw something different: Costa Rica. Now today, Costa Rica is a world-famous tourist mecca. But at the time, in the early 1990s, it was one of the most obscure parts of the world, on no one’s radar. When hearing that I was thinking of studying there, more than one person “corrected” me by saying, “It’s pronounced ‘Puerto Rico.'”

Well, fuck that shit. I liked the idea of going to the “end of the earth,” and figured if nothing else, I could impress my friends for having survived living in the rainforest. I signed up for the language program and shipped out.

It was great. My program was pretty small, about 20 of us, and I quickly pulled together a mixed gang of friends. Costa Rica was an unspoiled paradise. It felt like we were off the grid, and seeing the real world–and because there were so few visitors, we were essentially a novelty wherever we went.

My gang and I skipped town for weekends away when we could, going to distant places and at one point camping out literally in the rainforest. I was proud to have been the only one who correctly assembled my tent, and consequently, stayed dry for the weekend.

Toward the end, another one of guys talked about a quick trip he had taken to a place called Puerto Viejo in the far south east of the country, not far from the Panama border. I gather today the place is quite hopping, but back then it was literally at the end of the road. As remote as remote could be. I tried to get the gang together to go there, but after the soggy camping disaster, folks wanted a place with more infrastructure.

So, remembering the notion that every man should travel alone at least once, I decided to go there myself for a couple of days over the weekend.

And getting there… was an adventure. You had to go via bus–a retired school bus, to be exact. Along the way, the highway out there went from being a paved road, to a dirt road, to being an… aspirational road. I got there to find a lovingly ramshackle village that had only had electricity for a couple of years. But it was the most shockingly beautiful place I had ever been.

And pretty much, I had the place to myself.

I learned that it had a minor reputation as a surfer’s paradise–home of the so-called salsa brava. But it was the wrong time of year, so there were next to no visitors. There was an open-air restaurant that served as a makeshift nightclub on Friday Saturday nights, but other than that there was not much to do. Restaurants were essentially people’s houses; you walked in and they whipped up something for you in their kitchen while wrangling their kids.

I found a guy who had a few small rooms to rent. It cost me about $2.50 per night… and that’s about what it was worth. There were six total rooms, divided by 1/4-inch particle board partitions that didn’t reach to the floor or the ceiling. There was one shared bathroom. Because there was no one there, I essentially had my pick of the rooms, and grabbed one that at least had a decent window.

Well, OK. Here I was. Traveling on my own.

The trip in was long, and I got in just before dusk. I grabbed Friday night dinner from Miss Cicely’s house–her family immigrated from Jamaica and she served me the best tropical dinner (and yes, my only choice was to order “dinner”) I’ve had in my life. Damn, I still dream about that. Afterwards, I wandered around and found a local pool hall that seemed lively. I joined in, grabbed a drink from a guy at the counter who offered beer, rum… and for the truly adventurous, local fire-water called guaro. I stuck with beer.

Slowly I got into things. Cool music. Cool vibe. The place was social and friendly, but totally laid back. I was the curiosity, so everyone had to play me, asking relentlessly what America was like… and what American women were like. Over drinks and I swapped stories and heard local gossip, and was told where to get the best weed–and the going rate for how much to bribe the police if I got caught.

It was… nothing, really. But it was fan-fucking-tastic.

Tired and somewhat buzzed, I stumbled back to my room, hoping to rest up to hit the beach bright and early. Even with the window, that tiny room had little air, and I settled in for a sweaty sleep on top of the sheets.

I must have drifted off for a while, but was abruptly awakened by voices. Damn. It seemed I was going to have company next door.

Somewhat to my irritation, I realized both my bed and the bed in the other room were pushed flush against the particle board partition.

Worse, I realized it was a guy and a girl, who were feeling frisky, on the tirebolu escort other side of a particle board partition.

Worst of all, I realized they both spoke English, meaning I was going to hear everything, in exquisite detail, from a guy and a girl, who were feeling frisky, on the other side of a particle board partition.

Oh fuuuuuuck me. It was like I was in fucking bed with them.

From what I could tell, he was American and she was Australian. They had met up earlier that night, and wanted a fling. I could respect that. Hell, if I hadn’t been so beat, I’d be doing the same thing. I quietly hoped they would be… efficient.

Of course they weren’t. What happened over the next three FUCKING HOURS was a cat-and-mouse game of Romeo trying every trick in his arsenal to finally seal the deal with Juliet. And she kinda wanted it, and was willing to mess around, but kept freaking out at the last minute. And he’d try a different play, move the ball forward… and she’d freak out. Again. Again and again and FUCKING AGAIN. I felt like I knew way too much about what revved each of their engines. It took every bit of control to keep from yelling out, “Jesus fucking Christ… just DO it and roll over and go to sleep already!”

Finally, Romeo gave up, and I heard Juliet gather up her stuff and quietly slip away. FINALLY.

But in the meantime, all that drinking had caught up with me. There was no way I was going to move while everything was going down, but we had started to reach a danger point. I waited, hugely impatiently, to see if the guy was going to do anything.

Sure enough… guys are guys. A couple of minutes later I could hear the tell-tale sound of a guy starting to beat his meat. Perfect cover, I veeeeeery quietly slid off the bed and started tiptoeing down the hall to the shared bathroom.

And, perfectly in line with everything else in the evening, just when I got to the hall, I heard him get up. I turned around, and nearly collided with a very naked man. His dick still pretty gorged, if a bit deflated, and pointing right at me. Fucking shit.

Romeo had no concept that anyone was remotely around, and understandably freaked… jumping back and swinging his hands to shield his privates.

The light was pale, but I got a good look at him. And immediately thought that Juliet was the stupidest fucking idiot in the world. I mean, I’m 100% straight, but was stunned by him. He had an incredible body; an athletic build loaded with muscles, built up from steady use rather than posing in the gym. He had a hairy chest, and a distinct trail of hair that ran down from his bellybutton to a full man-bush. With fine, shoulder-length hair and a scrappy beard of like 3-week’s growth. He had a strong, angular face, made more masculine with his scruffy beard.

Juliet could have done way worse.

Seeing him spooked like that, I raised my hands and said calmingly, “Dude, it’s OK, sorry to scare you. Just got up to take a leak.”

He calmed a bit, and nodded at me. “Uhhh… OK….” He was about to say something else, but then a panicked look shot across his face. Then slowly turned to see where I came from… and absolute mortification flashed over his face. “Oh fuck. Were you…? Did you…? Oh… fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Dude I am so sorry.”

And now I was embarrassed, watching this guy standing in front of me naked, realizing I had heard everything as his planned-for romantic conquest went to shit. And then the… um, afterparty. “Dude, no… it’s cool. It’s totally cool.” Shit, what do I even say? “It’s my fault… I should have warned you. I’m so sorry.”

Damn. As irritated as I had been while it was all going down, I couldn’t help but feel for this guy at what had to be a low point of his entire life. I tried to think of something, anything to break the unbearable cringe of it all. And I started babbling. “Dude, you were doing everything right. Fuck her. She was crazy. I mean, look at you! I have no idea what her problem was… I’d fucking do you in a second.”

OH HOLY FUCK WHAT DID I JUST SAY? How is it possible I could make an already-unbearably embarrassing moment a thousand times worse??!?

“Shit,” I said, desperate to backpedal. “That’s… totally not what I mean. I just… you… shit.”

Well, I guess it broke the ice. Romeo looked at me blankly for a beat, and then started laughing. Hard. Despite my humiliated stance, I soon joined him and we were barely able to stand.

“Oh God, stop, stop! I have to pee so bad I’m about to explode!” I desperately ran into the bathroom and pissed so hard I about drilled a hole in the porcelain. He used the break to wrap a towel across his waist. I came out and said, “OK. We almost had a situation. Better now. But why don’t we go our separate ways.”

He gave a quiet nod, and I slid back into my room.

Morning was only slightly less awkward. I saw him again as I was coming out of the shower; he was clearly ready tokat escort to use the bathroom himself. It was an awkward side-by-side as we slid past each other. As I got my stuff together, I of course couldn’t help but reflect on everything that happened, and decided to just be straightforward. I mean, it was a small town and a much smaller lodge… best to just deal with this directly and be done with it.

I gave him a decent amount of time to get himself together after his shower, then popped my head around the corner and knocked lightly. “Hey man, you have a second? I just wanted to clear the air.” He was standing there shirtless. Damn. He looked good. He looked up at me and nodded. I went on: “Look, I’m… sorry how things went down last night. I totally wasn’t trying to spy on you, or to creep out on you… I should’ve done something, said something so you knew I was there. I know… we’ll be seeing each other, and I just didn’t want things to be any more awkward. I’m… sorry, man.”

He sighed heavily, looked up at me for a second, then down. He had somewhat of a defeated air to him. “Nah, man… it’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just… shit. Just the perfect ending to a shity day. It didn’t help that…. Shiiiiiiit. Talk about mixed signals! She was all over me, all night. And seemed like she was totally into it, but just never…. I mean, we can all change our mind, and I sure as Hell wouldn’t force myself on anyone, but… damn.”

“Sorry man. It just sucks. And I can’t see what her problem was.” I made damn sure not to comment again on how hot his body was.

“Yeah, it’s been a long run of striking out. I don’t get it. I don’t think I’m, you know… ugly. And I’m not some jackass. But I am a guy with needs. And the last month I’ve been here, I haven’t once gotten to first base. Damn, I mean… what’s with this country? And it’s not just first base, I haven’t even gotten up to the plate yet.”

I nodded, companionly. “I get it. I’m here on a program. None of the guys–none of them–have gotten close enough to even smell a girl, even though the whole fucking country is teaming with hotties. But every single woman ended up with some local guy within five minutes!”

He laughed. “Yeah… I admit, I’m not really a player. But I thought I had some kind of game. Damn!”

We both laughed. I leaned in and extended my hand. “I’m Noah, by the way.”

“Jesse. Good to meet you.” He had a nice strong handshake. “How long are you in the country for?”

“Here for a year, mostly studying Spanish, and picking up other stuff along the way. You?”

Jesse nodded. “I’m… just kinda playing it by ear. I decided to take a year or so off, wanted to see the world. I’ve had some things lined up, but now am just killing time. This place looked good on a map, so I made my way here. Not sure where to next, this is kinda the end of the road.”

At this point, my stomach started making sounds, and we both laughed. I considered for a minute, and then made a decision. I’m usually more of an introvert, but I was enjoying this guy’s vibe. “Well, Jesse, that’s my body’s way to telling me it’s time for breakfast. Got plans? Wanna tag along?”

He did, and we ended up having a blast. He was… I dunno. We just had this connection. I was half-afraid he was going to be some sort of douchebag, a washed-out frat boy who hadn’t grown up. But he wasn’t anything like that. He was bold without being… cocky. He was interested in beer and women, of course, but interested in… like, everything. Intensely social, and great with everyone we met. It took only a few minutes and you felt like you were his best friend.

From breakfast, we grabbed some gear and made our way to the beaches at the edge of town. They were stunning, in ways I can’t even describe. It was just the two of us, and we set ourselves up for the day. While the waves were nowhere near being surf-ready, they were more than enough for a couple of greenhorns just splashing around in the surf. I got rolled again and again, one time nearly being thrown back onto the sand. Jesse didn’t fare much better. We both had to drop our trunks to shake out the sand.

In the daylight, my initial impression of him was definitely confirmed; my buddy had an amazing body. Tall and strong. Not overly defined, just real. Revealing real strength. Covered lightly with hair that was splashed across his pecs and ran down to his crotch. He oozed casual, confident masculinity. In some ways, he’d be like the perfect surfer dude, but he was… rougher. More rugged in his look.

I was a good match for him. In comparison, I was slightly shorter, with what I’d call a swimmer’s build. Still athletic, but just a tighter build than Jesse’s. I had a bit more hair. My last girlfriend had insisted on me shaving my balls, but here in Costa Rica I figured fuck that shit. I’m much more of a guy-next-door kind of guy–the perfect example of a corn-fed guy from the Midwest.

When we weren’t topkapı escort getting pummeled by the waves, or drinking the beer we had picked up in town, we fell into an easy conversation. It was… great. I’m not usually a big talker, but Jesse just had a way about him, you know? I think it helped that he was essentially a complete stranger, completely untied to any of the drama in my life. I could… talk to him. It felt safe. It helped that he was a great guy. He didn’t talk shit about anyone or anything, just had this exuberance about him. And he was surprisingly thoughtful. He had ideas about things… things I’d never thought about. Encouraging, and able to see how things would play out.

From his stories, his mannerisms, I could tell that he was intensely physical–the kind of guy who would climb over a mountain just because it was there. Or, tussle with his buds… or stop everything to throw around a ball. We shared a love of baseball, and he laughed hysterically when I told him my attempts to try to explain the game to the Costa Rican family I was living with. And, he was much more into physical touch. This was weird for me. Again, from growing up in the Midwest, guys didn’t touch each other for anything, ever. But Jesse punctuated his stories with playful punches to my arm, pats on my back, and more.

That stuck with me. His confidence. His familiarity. His casual, completely unforced, expansive masculinity. So different from my stoic upbringing.

The hours drifted by, and we never for a second got tired of each other’s company. I don’t know when I’ve had such a good time before. With basic anonymity, I felt free to be myself. Not worry about the long-term, but just savor the moment. And… it really built up my confidence hanging out with Jesse. It was like he was seeing me as the best version of myself, like he thought I was somehow this incredible guy. He laughed at my jokes. Listened to my stories. Instinctively took my side as I talked about things. But… he pushed me, too. Got me to think about things I hadn’t thought of before. Urging me not settle, but to stay true to myself. We covered everything, relationships, parents, life plans, most embarrassing moments…

…sex…

It was helped by the awkward way we met, but we had an endless, rolling conversation about sex, what it meant, what we were looking for. None of the puffed-up, one-upmanship with my buddies, but real talk.

It was the best day of my life.

I think the moment that captured everything about that day was when it got near dusk, and we were looking at the sun over the water, laughing about some stupid story I told. Not sunset, just that golden time of day, with wind and waves and me drinking the last of our beers. He had his left arm draped around my shoulders, his right patting my chest as he howled in laughter. I looked at him. His eyes. Brown, but golden in the light. His eyes laughing as much as he was. Golden. A million miles deep. Filling me up with his golden light….

Damn. That was probably weird… but at the moment, I felt like a million bucks. Like I was… like, glowing.

It was strange, that glow didn’t really go away. We headed back to our rat-cage of a hotel, to clean up and hit the town nightclub. We had been excitedly talking about the evening’s possibilities all day, and had worked things out as best we could to give each other privacy on the assumption we were both going to get lucky. Young guys in our prime, confident in total victory, and ready for a night of good food and cold beer, and a helluva lot more.

We popped out of our respective rooms at the same time, me in a fairly tight T-shirt that showed off my upper body to its best form. Jesse was wearing a tropical shirt, unbuttoned and hanging loosely around him, showing his perfectly sculpted chest with its brush of curly hair.

Fuck, we were hot!

Unfortunately, the action at the nightclub … was not.

Again, there was hardly anyone in town, and any fool could have told us in advance that the “nightclub” would be a bust. There were a handful of other visitors–all guys. I think they were mostly German; the language barrier kept us from making much of a connection. The women who were there were primarily locals who were very obviously with their boyfriends, and pretty much engaged in levels of PDA that you could only find in a Latin beach bar at the end of the road.

Anyway, the music was blasting at the threshold of pain. It was a good Latin mix, but I hardly had the dance moves to do it justice. And I don’t think anyone would win watching a clueless gringo gyrating in the middle of an empty dance floor.

Instead, Jesse and I sat at the bar, savoring seafood that had been caught that very afternoon. Jesus, that was good. We started with beer, but were quickly convinced to try the house specialty, some sort of rum punch that had a wicked kick.

After a while, Jesse and I went back outside, commandeering a bench on the beach, looking out as the moon rose and set the sea to sparkle. The wind was warm with a wet, heavy smell–likely we would be getting rain sometime tonight. The music floated around us, now at a reasonable volume.

In any other time, this would have been romantic scene right out of a movie. But instead of some hottie, I had Jesse.

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A new lethal disease affects a large proportion of the men in their early twenties. Thankfully, the authorities have finally found a cure: ingesting good old spunk! And those young beta males are going to need to swallow A LOT of it if they want to survive.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured in the story are above 18. This story is only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.

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THE CURE

Chapter 1: The live presentation

We were all nervous waiting for the President’s announcements.

President Harrison was supposed to hold another press conference at 6pm and this time, rumour had it there would finally be some good news. There had been a breakthrough. Apparently, a Cure had been found!

I did not want to get my hopes up though. We had been disappointed so many times before.

We were all gathered in the living space of the frat house. Nine guys, all part of the rowing team, all jocks, and yet, nine nervous wrecks.

Everyone had gotten back early to make sure not to miss the press conference.

The whole country would be watching for sure. It was mandatory anyway.

Gino, my roommate, was pacing around the house.

Next to me, Jason who was acting as the coxswain for the team — meaning that he was smaller than any of us -, was shaking his left leg rapidly. He was stressing me out.

For the last sixteen months, we had been living in a different reality, where only the “Disease” mattered.

From the day it appeared, everything had changed.

Nobody cared about stupid reality-tv shows, politics, or social media anymore. The only topic worth discussing was the Disease: men in their early twenties were inexplicably dying. Hundreds of thousands of them.

This new plague was spreading in the whole world but the U.S. was suffering from one of the biggest hits. Although “spreading” may not have been the adequate word. We had tried quarantine but it was totally inefficient.

It was not an epidemy.

It was not transmissible.

It was something else entirely.

Without any warning, men entering their adulthood would start feeling fevers, experiencing nose bleeds, and it would be all over in less than four weeks. No explanation. Just death.

Of course, the international community was looking for some cures, for some answers at the very least, but every hope had seemed to lead to another dead-end.

We knew that there were secret clinical’s trials. Why some men were affected and why other were not? Why only young adult men? Many countries started to go after each other, blaming their neighbour for implementing the Disease in some sort of a sick or chemical warfare.

Paradoxically, as men in their prime were dying from the Disease, more and more of them, of us, were sent to the battlegrounds in meaningless wars.

Many turned to God, viewed this sickness as Divine’s wrath. “This is what you get for watching so much porn, America!” A conservative reporter had infamously said.

Most of us were simply stunned, struggling to adjust to this new normal.

How do you commit to a woman knowing that you might die in the following months? How can you project yourself into any potential career path when you might get sick at any given moment? How the fuck are you supposed to keep moving forward in a world like that?

Despite all the confusion, there had been some progress made in the last few weeks.

A scientific consensus had surfaced, the Disease was definitely linked, at least in some ways, to our testosterone and sperms’ level.

A Swiss laboratory had recently claimed that they had designed a test with a 100% effectiveness rate to tell if you were among the 25 to 35% of men from the targeted age group (early twenties) subject to the occurrence of the lethal Disease.

The President was talking every couple of days to update the Nation, but that night, it was supposed to be the big one.

There were leaks in the press about a “miracle Cure”, a new shocking treatment protocol.

“I think they did find something. For real, this time. Something they’ve been working on for months and they are finally ready to release it.” Simon said.

He was a senior year, one of the most respected members of the rowing team. Simon was coming from a rich family and he was the son of a high ranked official in the State government, – he was destined to follow the same path -, his intel was often correct.

“What do you know?” I asked.

“My father could not say much but, apparently, the State is requisitioning gymnasiums and other big spaces to administrate a vaccine or some sort of medicine, starting tomorrow.”

“Maybe they just want to gather all of us in one place and shoot us. This way, we don’t have to wait until we develop that shit and we can just end it there. No need to deal with us anymore!” Franck said with a smirk.

If you need to know one thing about Franck Karter is that he was a prodigious asshole.

Captain tepebaşı escort of the rowing team and self-proclaimed leader of our fraternity, he pretty much thought that he was better than everybody else. Probably to appear cool to us, he pretended like he did not give a fuck about the Disease.

Most of the guys in the team were blindly following anything he would say as if he were a God or something. Honestly, he was a just a prick.

The dude did not even shed a tear when two of our teammates died a couple months prior.

“Man up.” He had said when I had broken down at the funerals.

Man-up? Really!?

I had just turned 20 and my generation was living in the constant fear of developing the Disease.

My mother was terrified for my older brother Jack and I, to the point where it had totally screwed our relationship.

She was on our shoulders 24/7, and was forcing us to see a doctor three times a week. I could not stand seeing the look on her face anytime the slightest thing in my body started to go wrong. She was freaking out over a sneeze. As a result, I was barely talking to her anymore.

This was definitely not how I had pictured my college years to go.

When I was in highschool, I thought it would be all about hanging with my mates and snatching pussies… Not taking my freaking temperature ten times a day!

That ridiculous sickness appeared right at the beginning of my freshman year which was, as a consequence, entirely cancelled.

More than a year later, people were only starting to go back to college (when they were not enrolling in the army), with no other choice but to accept that potentially, up to a third of the guys in their class might not live long enough to graduate.

Finally, it was time for the press conference. Gino stopped walking around and sat on the sofa right next to me.

Because the guys had been stressing out, there was a thick odour of manly sweat in the air. We were all shirtless, and like most often, only wearing broad shorts in the house. That did not help to cover the musky smell…

To be fair, the house was stinking so much that we had all gotten used to it, only our guests would point it out from time to time.

Boys being boys, you know.

Only Franck pretended like he was not interested in what was going to happen. He probably thought he was naturally immune or some shit… He still watched the press conference.

Statistically though, on the nine guys living in the frat house, three of us would be dead before we could reach the age of 25.

I got cold sweats anytime I would think about that.

The President appeared on the screen. There was more agitation in the press-room than usual. I was definitely anxious to know more.

President Harrison was a good-looking man in his late forties but the crisis which had started at the very beginning of his mandate made him grow older quite fast. We could count more white hair in his trimmed beard every week passing by.

Still, he maintained a reassuring figure and was quite fit. Just like us, the President had been a rower in his youth, he even competed in the Olympics once. For that reason, we were pretty much all keen to trust him.

He was not alone this time, a man with a long grey beard and crazy curly hair in a lab coat was standing at his side. Frankly, that guy looked like a mad scientist coming straight from a cartoon.

“American People, I come here tonight bearing some great news!” The President smiled largely.

I had not seen him smile in months. He was always coming live with some more terrible news to share.

He opened his arms to his audience and to the camera and he proclaimed:

“I am both relieved and proud to announce that the U.S. Government is the first country in the world to have discovered an effective Cure to the Disease.”

I got shivers all over my body.

Gino put his hand on my right thigh and squeezed it. Tyrone and Andre, two black twins in their junior years, stood up from the couch in excitement.

“Thanks to the tremendous efforts of the Health Department, and of Doctor Seeder and his team with me today, we are finally in capacity to fight this fucking Disease!”

A President had just said “fucking” on live television. Things were wild!

In the press conference, journalists, who were normally there to ask the tough questions, cheered. Next to me, Gino started crying. He had lost his brother four months prior. That had been rough.

The other guys were hissing and clapping.

The President waited a while for the people around him (and probably the entire United States) to calm down.

Then, he spoke again.

“Doctor Seeder will explain this breakthrough better than I ever could but I will try my best to share this exciting information.”

Harrison took a more serious tone.

“As you may know, extensive research with our partners in Europe and clinical trials have shown that some of the men born in the early 2000’s have tercan escort developed what some might call a corrupted gene. Once they reach the final stage of their puberty, this defect can manifest and lead to the development of various malfunctions in vital organs, which, so far, has inevitably been lethal for the patients.”

He marked a pause and looked at the doctor next to him for approval.

That was nothing new though, we had been hearing this for months.

“Recently, we have found out that the main issue was situated in the semen produced by those individuals. Their level of testosterone would be slightly lower compared to healthy subjects. Although their sperm appears as normal, the lack of a certain protein, the protein B19, causes the body to malfunction.”

The room was dead silent at this point.

Even Franck was listening to every word. See, his careless attitude, it was just an act.

“The research is now undeniable. For the men with a normal type of sperm, the risk of developing the Disease is zero. However, for the men bearing this defect, the risk of contracting the disease is between 80% and 100% depending on how frequently they ejaculate.”

This was becoming weird, hearing the President talking about ejaculation.

Sure, we all pretty knew already that the origin of the “malfunction” was situated in our balls, but it was still awkward to hear a politician talking about this on television.

The twins sat back down, unsure of what they were supposed to feel.

The awkwardness only got worse when Doctor Seeder went into a way more detailed explanation with graphs – and actual pictures and videos (!) – to show us how sperm was supposed to work.

“The Disease is not transmissible in any way, this is something you are either born with, or you are not. To put it simply: we have identified two types of male groups, let’s call them group A and group B.” The doctor explained.

“For group A, the semen developed during puberty works normally. However, for group B, the semen seems to develop normally until we detect the lack of the B19 protein at the end of the individual’s puberty process. Thanks to accurate testing, we have been able to keep precise tabs of the patients’ profiles. This defect, as you know, only concerns men. The youngest case we have identified was 18 years old, while the oldest case was 25. We do think that anyone above the age of 26 is totally safe.”

That meant that both my brother Jack and I were in the at-risk group. I thought about my mom, probably holding her heart while watching the television.

This was only the beginning of the scientific demonstration which lasted for more than a full hour and, to be frank, did not make much sense to me.

The doctor and his team showed samples of sperm from one healthy and one “corrupted” patient in little glass containers. It looked exactly the same as they explained that only a lab testing could allow the identification of the “at-risk individuals” bearing the defect.

For whatever scientific point they were trying to prove, they even showed an animation of a man ejaculating.

Gino seemed unable to speak or to let go of my thigh. He was looking at the screen, mesmerized.

After the thorough description of the origin and cause of the Disease, it was time to present the Cure and the new mandatory health policies. I was definitely not ready for what was about to come.

The President spoke again, thanking Doctor Seeder for his “enlightening explanations”.

If he said so…

“My fellow Americans, we have already lost too many lives, too many young men in their prime. It is now time to act strongly and swiftly! We have not only learned more about the Disease; we have discovered a way to effectively cure it.”

There was a palpable feeling of relief around me.

Although, we had all been reacting in our own ways to the recent events, deep down, we were terrified to be the next one to start experiencing symptoms.

“Starting tomorrow, in every highschool and every college, in every company and administration of the country, and in thousands of dedicated centres deployed all across the United States, we will collect and test the semen of every single man aged between 18 to 25. Young Americans, you will be asked to ejaculate in a cup and you will know within the day if you are an Alpha or a Beta. I mean, if you are part of the A “Healthy” Group or of the B “Corrupted” Group.”

Gino and I looked at each other.

I could sense that my face was fully red now.

“The data we have collected so far shows that at least a third of the 18 to 25 age group will be part of the Beta Group. I must insist, those who will be classified as Beta shall feel absolutely no shame, nor fear. Thanks to the Protocol we have established, the Beta males subject to the apparition of the Disease will have great chances to prevent its outbreak. We have run the clinical tests and we are currently at an 87.8% rate effectiveness, the success termal escort essentially depending on the commitment of the patient to follow the Protocol.”

The President marked another long pause so the information could sink in.

Was it real? Would this madness finally stop?

“I do understand that what I am going to explain next might be disturbing or challenging for some of you.”

Another pause. Gino was literally hurting my thigh at this point.

“My fellow Americans, it has been scientifically proven that semen from the “healthy” men, from the Alpha group, can help the Betas to prevent the development of the Disease by compensating for the lack of the B19 protein. After many months of research and clinical trials, it has been confirmed that the best, and to this day, only, Cure is fully organic.”

The president took a deep breath. My brain had understood where he was going with this, but at the same time, I did not want to hear it.

“Male’s sperm, that’s our solution!” He spoke loud and clear.

My heart dropped in my chest.

“Consequently, we will not only test our young heroes tomorrow, but we will also ask every single man above the age of 26, and every male between the age of 18 and 25 who would have proven to be healthy, to provide samples of their semen so we can gather the highest amount of this fully natural and miracle Cure. We are all in this together and I know that I can count to every single one of you to end this plague, once for all!”

The President was ending his speech.

I felt dizzy.

“In the meantime, we strongly urge every young man between the age of 18 and 25 not to ejaculate before the results of their medical exams. If you turn out to be a Beta, this could be a matter of life or death, the Protocol shows its best results when the subject does not waste any of his own sperm. To try and maintain your testosterone’s level before injecting the Cure, you need to keep as much sperm as possible within your balls, hum, I mean, your testicles.”

A red banner was now showing on the bottom of the screen:

“Males between 18 and 25 warned NOT to ejaculate before their medical exam tomorrow.”

It was 8:30 pm when President Harrison ended his speech by the words which would soon become famous:

“God Bless Semen, and God Bless America.”

A journalist took over the broadcast.

“We have been hearing rumours about a miracle Cure, President Harrison just confirmed they were all true! The medicine is as simple and natural as this can get: good old jizz! President Harrison and Doctor Seeder have announced that every man between the age of 18 and 25 will be massively tested starting tomorrow, but the adult male population as a whole will be asked to provide semen samples, so the sperm from the Alphas can be actively used to cure the Beta males! This revolutionary Cure might save millions of lives! Scenes of immense joy and relief are being filmed right now in New-York City.”

My heart was racing but I was drained, just as if I had run a marathon.

Gino was nodding his head no, mumbling “bullshit”.

I would have to be tested the next day? Did that mean I would have to cum in front of a doctor? What if I were a Beta? Even if I were an Alpha, I would have to give my sperm away, for the “Cure”? Dad would have to donate his sperm too?

All the guys started talking at the same time. Everyone was excited.

As usual, Franck was speaking the loudest, shouting stuff about what it meant being an Alpha and how only “weak guys” had died “from this shit” so far.

I needed some time for myself. I could barely hear what the other guys were saying.

Was I relieved or was I even more scared than before? I mean, there was a Cure. It was all that mattered, right? None of us was going to die… This nightmare was over!

My mom called again. I picked up this time. She was relentless.

“Oh my God, Daniel, see, I told you! They would find a Cure! God is merciful! I just called Jack, see, it is all going to be ok! Your dad and I are so relieved.”

“Mom, I don’t know, that’s crazy. And that doctor Seeder, he looked insane.”

“Dan, this is the miracle we all have been praying for.”

Maybe her, I had definitely not been praying.

“And now, I will pray for both of my boys to be tested as Alphas. But promise me, Daniel, even if you are a Beta… Oh Gosh… Promise me you will follow every guideline and Protocol!”

“Of course, mom…”

“You did hear the entire speech of President Harrison, right? You paid attention, you understood everything you have to do?”

“Yeah, mom, I’m not 12 anymore.” I replied, jaded.

“So, you won’t, hum… you won’t ejaculate tonight. Right?”

This was awkward. I had carefully avoided the subject of masturbation with my parents until that day, and I would have preferred to keep it that way for the rest of my life.

“Oh mom… please stop!” I spoke.

“This could kill you!” She yelled over the phone.

“I know, I heard. I won’t! I won’t do anything!”

Gino came back into our room at that moment.

I quickly hung up after saying to my mom that I loved her and that I would be safe.

Gino sat down on his bed. We were both stunned.

“Well, I guess that for the first time in years, nobody will beat his monkey in that damn house tonight.” Gino ended up saying.

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My First Year with Austin Ch. 20

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This story is a sequel to My First Year in College and My First Year in Prison.

Tyler is finally ready to commit to a serious relationship when he moves in with his former College crush, Austin. After years of entertaining the idea, it is time for those two to figure it out: is their relationship meant to last?

This story is entirely fictional and all characters featured are above 18.

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MY FIRST YEAR WITH AUSTIN

Chapter 20: A blond Janice, a hot nurse, and a tiny hospital bed

I started crying like a baby when I heard Janice say 55 days.

I was not prepared for that.

Who would?

I had missed so much; a whole chunk of life had passed while I had been stuck in that bed, dreaming about God knows what.

Another crippling thought started to form in my straddled mind. Being out for that long, I must have been severely injured. Would I ever be able to live like I did before?

I was having somewhat clear thoughts and I did feel like myself. This must have meant that, at least, I was not brain-dead. Right?

But then, a third concern came up, even more terrifying than the last ones.

I grabbed the pen and piece of paper back. I was heavily shaking. Janice repeated that I had to calm down… As if I could!

I scribbled down (poorly):

“AuST??”

Blond Janice, – it was going to take time to get used to that hair! -, deciphered my writing. She then smiled at me. (Phew!)

“Austin is fine. He’s been here all this time, day and night, holding your hand. He had to go for a few days but he’s gonna be so, so, so relieved to learn that you’re awake.”

I held Janice’s hand tighter.

He was fine, then. What a fucking relief indeed!

“He’s gonna be sad not to be here though. He really wanted to be there when you would wake up. He’s with Lena at the moment.”

I could not care less.

He was not dead.

He was even feeling good enough to travel!

A nurse came in the room. I recognized him immediately, although his black beard had grown a little since the last time that I had seen him in the ambulance. It was the hot nurse, Hassan Kumar… lucky me!

Had I really seen him though back in the imbulance, or had it all been just a vivid dream?

“Fully awake, it seems.” The nurse said, seemingly satisfied.

Mallory was carefully walking inside the room behind him.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s bothered with the tubes.” Janice told. “Can we get them out?”

The hot nurse walked towards me, his biceps in full display underneath his pale purple tee-shirt. Yes, I was definitely still myself if I were focusing on these kinds of details. His furry and black chest hair was coming out from the top of his tee-shit.

Sexy.

Hassan held my hand. In a medical caring way, okay… but I had been through a lot, let me have this one!

“This is totally normal to feel disoriented and uncomfortable with the tubes, and the machines, Tyler. Can you nod at me if you understand what I am saying?”

I nodded. It hurt like hell.

Mallory gasped. A little gasp of pure joy.

“Good. Do you understand where you are right now?”

I nodded yes again.

“He even wrote down some stuff already.” Janice intervened, pointing her index to the crumpled piece of paper.

“Impressive. Tyler, I need you to stay still, ok? You have suffered from some massive injuries and we had to induce you into a coma. For the past couple of days, we have noticed signs that you may just wake up, the fact that you seem fully awake now is an excellent news. Doctor Ploaz will be here shortly.”

I must have looked scared as fuck. Probably because I was, but Hassan Kumar was talking in a very smoothing voice, explaining the situation I was in, calmly.

“The tube here has been helping you breathing while you were in the coma. This one here was supposed to help you eat, but none of these will be necessary from now on. You need to remain still for just a little longer and we will get you rid of some of the tubes.”

The nurse had a solar smile all while he was speaking.

With Janice being blond and this handsome nurse taking care of me, I wondered for a split second if I was truly back to reality. I guessed I was feeling too much pain to be in the coma so this must have been real life.

“It is expected that you feel overwhelmed but everything is going to be fine now.”

Mallory and Janice were both silently sobbing on my side. I felt bad for them, being so worried for me. They had probably been for the last two months.

I think the pain killers were doing their job because as the day went by, I zoned out often and I let more people take care of me, two more nurses came in, a few doctors too, although everything was in a blur.

I barely noticed when my main surgeon, Doctor Ploaz, came into the room. I was rarely staying up more than twenty minutes. Although, I was waking-up from my sleep each time which was good news.

Not too sure what had happened in between, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, my brother Ryan was sleeping on talas escort a chair next to me.

The first thing I realized was that the damn tube was finally out of my throat! What a relief that was!

I looked at my brother. He had lost some significant weight. He still looked very good though, but not as athletic as he was when I had seen him for the last time.

I cleared my throat and I turned my head to get a clearer picture of Ryan. The slightest movement was taking so much energy out of me.

My brother woke-up immediately. I noticed that he was wearing a purple bracelet around his wrist, the type of bracelet you wear when you are a patient in an hospital. Actually, we were wearing the same one.

“TY! FUCK!” He shouted before whispering. “Sorry, I got excited.”

I smiled at him.

“Hello, brother.” I mumbled.

My first words.

Very carefully but yet, very warmly, Ryan held me in his arms.

“Oh God, Tyler… You’re back.”

He kissed my cheeks.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

My voice was weak and hoarse but I could speak. Barely, but it was enough.

“To me?”

I pointed to his bracelet.

“Oh this… Well… That’s no big deal.”

“Ryan…”

“I’ll explain that to you later, how do you feel? Should I call a nurse?”

“Is the hot Indian nurse on call?”

Ryan laughed.

“Don’t think so. He was here all throughout the day so I doubt he has the night shift as well.”

“No need to call a nurse, then.”

I attempted a smile, not sure of how it looked, maybe I made a face instead. I still had trouble to move around in my bed but I was feeling better than before already.

“Here’s some water. You should drink.”

Ryan gave me a cup a water and I struggled to drink it but I did. My big brother was a surgeon, I knew that I was in good hands. The most capable hands, in fact.

I did not insist to find-out what had happened to him. I was very tired and I had to save my energy. I just enjoyed the moment, having him nearby. Ryan was doing most of the talking anyway.

We had a lot of catching-up to do.

“Austin is taking a flight tomorrow morning, well, in a couple of hours actually. He’ll be here very soon; I think he threw his phone in the air of excitement when we told him you were awake.”

I smiled faintly.

“Mallory is staying at your place, I mean, at Austin’s place while we are here, the kids are at her parents’. Everybody is doing fine; the twins really want to see you, Ty. Mom and dad should be there tomorrow night also. Mom is so relieved already but I think she needs to see you with her own eyes.”

“So, nobody else was hurt that night?”

“No… Austin and you were brought to the hospital but no one else in the bar got attacked or anything.”

“What happened to Richard?” I muttered.

Ryan lost his smile.

“He’s free, waiting for his trial.”

I did not know how I was feeling about that.

“Janice is feeling very guilty.” Ryan added.

“She should not…”

“She texted him that night. That’s why he came to see her, and apparently, he was angry… Janice’s been beating herself up since then.”

“She should not feel guilty.” I repeated, weakly.

“Austin too… He thinks the attack is his fault… Well, we never really understood what had happened in these restrooms…”

“A maniac has stabbed us. End of the story.”

I tried to talk in a firmer tone but my voice broke at the end of the sentence.

I also attempted to straighten up and hurt myself.

“Don’t get upset, Ty. Sorry, I should not have brought this up anyway. Everyone is okay though. That’s the only thing that matters. Austin was out of the hospital in a week after the… the attack… and since then, he has been squatting the hospital to be at your side pretty much 24/7. A lot of people came. Ralph was here a lot too. Sergio, Allison, Jasper… Griffin sent me a DM on Insta to know how you were doing.”

I chuckled at the mention of my ex-fiancé.

“If even Griffin was worried…”

Ryan caressed my hair.

He kept on telling me all about the people who have come by and wished me a good recovery. Without realizing, I fell back asleep. I still had a long way ahead to feel better.

But things were looking up for me!

When I opened my eyes again, it was because someone had kissed my forehead. I think I recognized his scent before seeing him.

“Hi, Ty.” Austin said shily.

“Hi, babe.” I replied.

“It feels good hearing your voice. So good.”

His eyes were teary. Damn it, it was a real cry fest around here!

“Well guys, please make sure he does not talk too much!”

The room was full. This was a comment from Ralph standing on the other side of the bed. He was already mocking me.

Austin, Ryan, Janice and Ralph were all there as well as my favourite nurse Hassan, and Doctor Ploaz.

“I think I can update everyone at the same time, then. Welcome back with us, Tyler.” The surgeon told me.

“Thanks. And…” tarsus escort I looked at the entire room smiling at me, and back at the doctor. “Thanks for saving my life, I guess.”

“Oh, your family and friends would not have seen it any other way… We really did not have a choice to bring you back up!” Doctor Ploaz grinned at Ryan and Austin.

They looked at the floor. How bad had they pressurised that poor Doctor?

“Your big brother did a large part of the work here.” The nurse added.

The alarm in my head started blasting off right away.

“What?”

Ridiculously, I imagined Ryan operating on my body.

Doctor Ploaz walked closer to me.

“Tyler, when you got admitted here 56 days ago, you had many injuries, some were manageable and not life-threatening, while others, particularly on your left kidney, were more concerning. Although a man can live a very normal life with only one kidney, we noticed a defect on your right kidney making the outcome of losing the left one rather… hum… uncertain. Although we tried to save both of your kidneys for several weeks, the lesions were too deep and we had to ultimately appeal for an organ donation.”

Everybody was looking grave now. Even Ralph.

“Wait… Does this mean that I could still… die?”

“No, Tyler. The transplant was performed three weeks after your admission to the hospital. It was successful. We believe that you are recovering well and…”

I cut the doctor off.

“Someone already gave me his kidney? Who?”

I looked at my brother.

Fuck! Of course! How dumb could I be?

“RYAN?!”

“It worked, Ty.” He said calmly.

“But you… You were a patient. You are a patient, still, weeks later.”

“Your brother did encounter some complications right after the surgery but for the past week, we have only seen improvement. He’ll be discharged today, actually. As I was saying, any person can live with a single kidney…”

I cut the doctor off… again.

“Ryan?! What if something really bad had happened during surgery? And what if something were to happen to your kidney now? Did you think about that? And Mallory was on board? Mom was on board? Your three kids were on board?”

Ryan rolled his eyes. He seemed pissed by my reaction.

“I told you he would react this way.” Austin said sheepishly.

I tried to signal him to shut up by showing him my hand before I realized I did not have the energy to move my arm.

My brother held my hand:

“Tyler, let me ask you something. Would you have done the same thing for me?”

“Of course, I would have!”

He had the smuggest smile on his face. He thought he got me there.

“But it’s different, I don’t have kids.” I insisted.

“My kids need an uncle, Ty.”

Frankly, it was hard to fathom to what extend my closed-ones had been affected by what had happened to me. I felt terrible about that.

All of them had put their life into parenthesis to make sure I was receiving the best care possible. And my brother… Damn… He can say whatever he wants but he is the sole reason I am writing these lines right now.

I will eternally be grateful for that.

The doctor went into more details about my health, the transplant, and the rehabilitation ahead of me.

During my time out, I had healed for most of the injuries linked to the knife attack but now, I had to fix the issues anyone would suffer after a couple months in a coma.

I had lost a lot of weight and a lot of muscles — seeing me for the first time was a real shock, my cheeks were hollowed out, I looked ten years older –, so I would need to learn to walk again.

I mean, I would pretty much have to learn to live again.

I also had a very large and nasty scar all across my abdomen. And some more traumas to add to the list of the ones I was already supposed to work on. Don’t worry, I did start a serious therapy since then.

“Do you have any question?” The doctor asked after our one-hour meeting.

“I have two actually.”

“Ask us anything, we can also talk more privately if you wish.”

“No, no, I like it better with everyone in here.”

“Go ahead, then.”

“First, am I wearing a diaper right now? Because it feels more and more like it and I need to know if and how I am supposed to poop from now on.”

Ralph giggled. I knew I would get him with this type of questions.

“You are wearing a diaper indeed. Nurse Kumar has been taking care of your hygiene for the last weeks… Although, now, we will work together to get you to become more and more autonomous.”

Great, I thought, the hot nurse had seen me shitting all over myself and he had to deal with changing my adult diaper. I would have been very pissed if it were not for Austin.

Imagine if I had been single, what a way to kill your chances with someone!

“OK… So that’s awesome…” I said sarcastically. “My second question now… There is this one thing I need an explanation on… Like… I am not even sure you guys are real right taşköprü escort now. In what universe would Janice go blond?!”

Everybody bursted laughing at this one, including Janice.

“You, prick!” She spoke. “Really the first thing you say now you can talk again?! Ralph was right, maybe it was better when you were in the coma.”

Some more laughs in the room. I laughed too but it kind of hurt my ribs.

“That does not answer my question though…”

“I just needed to feel different! What? You hate it?”

“No, actually, I sort of like it!”

“Well, I do hate it but get your best friend in a coma for two months and we will see how you react!”

On these wise words, the doctor left the room. If I could argue with Janice, it meant that I was doing pretty fine.

Austin asked for a special request to stay with me for the night which was granted.

I guessed we were still together then. Yeah!

We talked a little more seriously once it was only the two of us.

“Tyler, I saw Richard walked into the restrooms. It was right after you told me what he had done to you and I… I snapped… I had no idea he would react this way… Trust me, at first, I just wanted to have a serious word with him, I never imagined that…”

“Austin, stop it. I know you feel guilty but really, we have no time for this. We could both be dead. I’m just so…” I looked for my words but truly there was only one sentiment in my mind. “Grateful for you… and for everyone else.”

He kissed my forehead again.

“Kiss my lips, babe.” I requested.

He smiled at me and he obliged.

“You’re right, babe. I’m grateful too.”

“Don’t you think I’m too ugly now?”

“Oh no… I think you’re beautiful.”

That was a lie, well, I assumed that it was a lie, but I took the compliment anyway. I needed all the support I could get.

“How is Lena?”

Austin’s eyes lightened as soon as I had said the name of his daughter. How endearing was that?

“You should see her; she’s growing so much. She’s like a real fat cute baby now. She smiles too. A lot! She even laughs. She loves it when I sing rap tunes!”

He pulled out his phone and showed me some pictures and videos. Damn, I could see the two months which had passed by when I was looking at that baby, she had changed a lot for sure.

I had to give it to Austin though, she definitely looked cute.

“Cassie came to L.A. twice last month so I could stay here but this week, she could not get to a plane. I had not seen Lena in three weeks, that’s why I went for a few days… The doctors were telling me your state was improving.”

“You don’t have to justify yourself. You could not stay at my side 24/7, Austin. I know you’ve been here for me.”

“I just… I wished I had been there the moment you woke up… I wanted to show you how much a priority you were for me. I mean. How much of a priority you are for me. I thought I had you back, I thought we were going to be good, finally, and then… That asshole came in the restroom and everything went…”

“You’re here now.”

I caressed his arm.

“Yeah…”

“I promise you, Aust, life is fucking too short to torture ourselves on what we should have or could have done. All I can see is that, right now, we’re together.”

“Almost dying has made you wise.” Austin joked.

“I guess. Or maybe, it’s the pain killers.”

“More likely.”

I fell back asleep with a large smile on my face and Austin holding my hand.

Maybe I had not realized how hard the rehabilitation was really going to be.

The month which followed was a pain in the ass, quite literally. Everything was hurting but I had to follow every damn instruction from the staff, and from Hassan in particular, if I wanted to get a full and smooth recovery. Which of course I wanted!

Ryan being at the hospital a lot made things even worse because he would not let me deviate one bit from the “rehabilitation plan”. I was almost relieved when my brother had to go back to the East Coast.

I knew they were all doing it for own good but for fuck’s sake, this was hardcore!

Hassan had me walk in the damn corridors of the hospital hours a day, breathing into various tubes, standing still or lying down in the most uncomfortable positions, he was forcing me to eat at precise hours and always, I had to finish my plate, like a kid…

I started to hate the guy!

Thankfully, this torture also came with some perks.

For instance, Hassan was the one who was helping me shower every single day, which required some pretty hands-on work, especially in the beginning. That reminded me a lot of the time after I got hit by a car in college and Ryan had been the one helping me out.

One of the most erotic moments of my entire life.

With time, I needed less and less of Hassan’s help, but he was there, ready to catch me if I were to fall.

I was mostly taking care of the front but for the first couple of weeks, Hassan was washing my back, – it was impossible to reach for me with my limited capacity of movement -, which Austin was getting increasingly jealous of.

I mean, my ass cheeks did not look as good as they were a few months back, but they were still his… Austin offered several times to take care of this part but sadly, shower time was also a medical activity as the nurse had to change my bandages every day.

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From Husband to Houseboy Ch. 08

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My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age/18+.

This story is about dominance, cuckolding, chastity, being a houseboy, and consensual romantic inequality. If that’s not what you’re into, move on to another story — there’s no need to kink shame, moralise, or express your disapproval of these dynamics and fantasies.

This is a bit of a transitional chapter with a bit less action and more setting the scene for the rest. It’s still full of Ds dynamics, though.

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After an amazing orgasm, hands down (or, should that be: hands behind my back) the best orgasm I ever had, he left me unlocked for the night and for the trip back. It already felt wrong and I had to fight the urge to either touch myself or beg him to lock me back up. The first few weeks back home, he didn’t keep me permanently locked but I was under strict orders not to touch myself. In the end, I locked myself and asked him to keep the key, confessing that without that level of security I was just finding it very difficult to fight the temptation. Every time I thought of him or our honeymoon, I just had to fight the urge to touch myself, but I knew I would not forgive myself if I did.

It was odd to have to return to the daily grind of work, social obligations, etc. The first few times we met up with friend was especially difficult. I couldn’t help but wonder whether people knew I was not so much Oliver’s husband as his houseboy and slave. Could they sense something had changed? I made sure to be submissive and obedient but tried to do so without it being too obvious. I let him order for me, I made sure never to interrupt master. One of the nights in a bar with friends, I was locked and I couldn’t stop feeling like somehow they knew. When I needed to use the washroom, I made sure to go when there was no one else and used a stall. Master Oliver assured me that no one noticed anything: “How would they know you’re locked, and your slightly-but-not-openly submissive behaviour is really not all that different from who you always were.”

I realized he was right. The submissive streak had always been there. It was only more evidence that I was always made for this role, I thought. Part of me was even wishing now that our friends would know. When I was sitting with them, I felt that it would be humiliating and degrading if they knew. Walking home with Master, however, I felt like it wouldn’t so much be a humiliation as a liberation a chance to be who I really am openly. Of course, over the years many of our closest friends came to know about the real me. No one was surprised, and I never felt judged. It was a liberation.

Of course, those first weeks back were a matter of finding the right balance between living a life of kink and living regular lives. I did most of the household chores and all the cooking, which wasn’t really a big departure from before, but since I had a job to hold on to it was hard to do all of it without working myself ragged. So, Master Oliver continued to help as needed. Eventually, I would go to part-time and even later quit my job to be able to focus on being His (later Their) houseboy, but we sürmene escort weren’t there yet. I did enjoy doing the housework, also in a non-sexual, non-kinky way. It just felt good to know I was doing my part in making him happy and making our household work. And, when in doubt, I always wanted to err on the side of doing more. The role of the 1950s housewife just wanting to make her husband happy and comfortable really did suit me quite well.

My submissive tendencies were also increasingly brought out by not cumming. I just wanted to wear my cage more and more, and whenever He gave me a chance to cum I was tempted to decline. I loved staying horny and chaste for him, regularly being teased and edged. Especially wearing my cage to the office made me drip precum like crazy. All I could do locked in the office was think of him and how I could be a better boiwife for him. The first day I wore my cage to work, I could barely concentrate on work. Luckily, it eventually became more routine as we could not afford me getting fired at that time.

That is what was happening from my perspective. As for Master Oliver, well I cannot speak for him, of course, but I could tell that he enjoyed having his submissive husband fully embrace his role of houseboy. He’d come up behind me as I worked in the kitchen, play with my always-sensitive nipples or grope my ass; he’d have me welcome him home after work with a drink and worshipping his feet, sweaty from a long day at work; he’d order me around and inspect my work cleaning the house. He’d find reasons to punish me, but usually playfully rather than brutally. In the end, Master Oliver is more dominant than he is sadistic, though he’s certainly not averse to making me suffer and cry when appropriate — he also knows I get a rush out of pain even if I’m not very masochistic.

Of course, the multiple-daily crazy fuck sessions we had on our honeymoon could not be the norm. We were back in the daily grind and unfortunately that meant that we couldn’t spend half of our day having sex. I did make sure to always be available to him and I usually woke him up with a blowjob and coffee. Regularly, however, he did not have the time to allow me to finish. He’d push me away and say he needed to get ready. I’d have his breakfast ready and would lay out his clothes while he showered. My commute was shorter than his, so I was able to take care of his needs before he left and could then get ready myself and still be on time. Similarly, I could get dinner started and do some chores before he came home, so that I was ready to welcome him properly with a drink and a snack in a clean house. It became a comfortable routine quite quickly. I enjoyed being his submissive boiwife; he enjoyed having his chaste houseboy take care of his needs and be desperate to please — so desperate!

After work, he more often had time to use my body for his pleasure than in the mornings. However, that did mean that he used me for sex much less than I know he needed to fuck. I wondered whether he had already started dating other boys. He hadn’t yet told me anything, and of course sivas escort he didn’t need to. Dating whoever he wanted was his prerogative and none of my business if he didn’t want it to be. Yet, he also had no reason to hide anything. I wondered but it was not my place to ask.

That was until one day, over dinner, he showed me some pictures of a young gorgeous boy at work. He told me all about him: how they hooked up practically every day. This way, he can still cum several times a day even if there’s no time for us in the morning. They are both vers, so some days Master would suck off the boy or let the boy fuck him, other days it would be the other way around, or they’d switch. They found a floor in their building that’s mostly deserted due to renovations and use the washrooms there for privacy. He showed me pictures of the boy on his knees sucking the dick that’s no longer just mine to pleasure, as well as pictures that the boy must have taken. It was so odd to see my Master on his knees sucking a boy ten years younger than me, and of course with a much nicer dick than me. He then played a video from Master’s POV, his legs in the air on an empty desk “This was after everyone had left” and the boy pounding my Master’s sacred hole.

He propped up his phone as we both watched. I bit my lip and was dripping precum like crazy. I couldn’t think of anything hotter I had ever seen, yet it was also disorienting. It was so strange to see Him bottom!

“How does watching this make you feel, boy,” he askes as he rubbed his foot against my straining cage.

I was so sensitive, the touch of his feet almost made me shoot a load — surely, it would have been a pathetic little load, but still.

“It is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Sir. But, it also feels strange. I find it so hard to think of you as anything but dominant and a top. But, that’s what makes this so wonderful. I am so happy for you, Sir, even if there’s still some lingering jealousy. Don’t worry, Sir. I know it’s wrong to be jealous; I should be fully committed to your pleasure, and that includes having your vers needs fulfilled. I know I cannot and will never be able to do that. So, I love that you’ve already found somebody to do this for you.”

“I think it’s sweet that you’re jealous, boy. This isn’t meant to be easy. We’ve been together for so long, it’s bound to feel strange knowing that I’m having fun with others while you’re kept chaste. But, don’t worry, it’ll soon become second nature.”

“I’m sure it will, Sir. May I ask a question, Sir?”

“Of course, boy.”

“Does he know you’re married? Does he know about me?”

“He does, boy. I told him all about you and how you’re locked and begged me to cuckold you. Unfortunately, and this is why I brought this up, he’s a little old fashioned and is getting uncomfortable with the dynamic. He still thinks of it as cheating and thinks it’s wrong.”

“I am so sorry, Sir. Would you want me to help you assure him that it’s OK?”

“No, he’s made up his mind, which means I’ll have to find somebody else. And, I want you to help me with that. After taksim escort all, no one knows me better than you, so who better to screen men for me?”

He went on to explain that he wanted me to set up dating profiles for him and help him screen men. He wanted to make me complicit in making me into his cuckold. He wanted me to take an active role in my own cuckolding. It was such a hot thought. He also insisted that we’d be upfront and open about the nature of our relationship, so there’s no surprises like with the boy in his office. That should include a picture of the two of us: him in a nice expensive suit and me kneeling by his side, naked, collared, and locked. I would be outed as a submissive, chaste cuckold to any man with a dating profile in the city. I knew I’d be scrolling through the profiles of men at my office, knowing that they’d now know the truth about me, as I’d be screening men for Master Oliver. The thought alone made me drip like crazy.

After I eagerly agreed to play that role for him, he bent me over the kitchen island and fucked me hard. I came so close to cumming from anal stimulation alone, but I didn’t quite get there. However, after he bred my pussy, he unlocked me and got me right up to the edge, telling me what a good boy I’ve been, asking me whether I want to cum. I was torn: of course, I wanted to cum, but I also wanted to be a good and chaste boy for him.

– “Yes, please, Sir!”

– “Do you think you deserve it, boy?”

– “I hope so, Sir! But, in the end it’s your decision, and you decision only.”

– “That’s right, boy.”

As if to remind me of the fact that he decides, he stopped right before my point of no return and grabbed the base to keep me from getting over the edge. I was sooo frustrated! So wonderfully frustrated! He smirked and looked me in the eyes: “I can see the desperation in your eyes, boy. I love it!”

He then leaned in, kissed me passionately and tenderly, and as our lips parted, he said: “You’re such a good boy, and I love that you’ll eagerly help me turn you into a cuckold.” He started slowly jerking me off again as he told me about how he looks forward to making love with other boys that I’ve screened for him, and alternately kissing my lips and biting my nipples as he talked me through how humiliating and frustrating it will be for me.

It wasn’t long before I shot a huge load, so intense that I had to steady myself in order not to fall off the kitchen island. I kissed him and thanked him for allowing me to cum so intensely, and for having me kept frustrated for so long to make this experience so much better.

It was the first time I came since our honeymoon! It had been weeks. Once again, one of my best orgasms ever came as I listened to how he’d cuck me. It had barely started and I was already hooked on it!

He told me not to worry about the dishes and he cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie. If anyone had seen us in that moment, they could almost have mistaken us for a regular vanilla couple. He kissed me and said: “Sometimes it’s nice to just have some non-kinky romantic time like this. Never forget how much I love you, even when I’ll be making love with numerous other men.”

“How could I ever forget?! I feel and experience your love every day!” I didn’t call him Sir that time, he didn’t seem to mind. He held me tight, and his strong arms and manly smell just made me happier than I could ever remember having been.

As always: to be continued…

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Jack looked across the room. Scanning the faces of the party guests. It wasn’t the women in their corsets and poofy gowns that he was looking at. It was the men in their top hats and neckties that drew his attention.

There was one particular man who had been staring at him from the other side of the dance floor. He had been staring at Jack for most of the night. Jack sipped from his glass as he gazed at the man in return.

This man wasn’t a stranger to Jack, in fact, it was more the opposite. He knew his strong hands as if they were his own, He knew his voice and recalled it often during times of loneliness, but most of all he knew how good it felt to be under him.

The man pushed away from the wall he was leaning against and strolled in Jack’s direction. He walked past the boisterous women and stoic men. His strides were long and swift. Jack gripped his glass tighter as he grew closer.

His pacing slowed as he neared Jack. He didn’t fully stop, but he stared at Jack with a look full of desire and intent. He looked back up as he departed through the doors leading to the garden.

Jack took one last swig of his champagne before setting the glass on the table next to him. He waited a moment or two before he, himself, exited through the garden doors.

He walked through the garden, gravel crunchy beneath his dress shoes. The cool September night air blew against his cheeks. Soon, the lights of the party disappeared from view, hidden behind the well-trimmed bushes and trees that surrounded him.

“Gregory?” He quietly called out.

A hand gently touched his back in response. He looked up to see Gregory’s warm brown eyes staring at him.

“Nice night,” Gregory said as he moved his hand to Jack’s waist. He pulled him close to his side.

They walked further into the garden together. The further they traveled the lower Gregory’s hand went. By the time they were deep in the bowels of the shrubbery his hand had found a comfortable place on Jack’s behind.

“This suit is so tight on you. It clings to every curve,” he whispered in Jack’s ear as he gave his ass a playful squeeze.

He took Jack’s hand and led him over to a stone bench nestled between three square hedges. They were surrounded by greenery with a nice view of a well detailed fountain adorned with cherubs. Gregory pushed down on his shoulders and he sat without question onto the cold stone.

Gregory stared down at him without saying a word, then he smiled. He didn’t move from where he stood. It was beginning to frustrate Jack a little. They didn’t have much time before the party guests would notice their absence. He shifted around on the bench, uncomfortable from the coldness.

They stayed like this in silence before Jack impatiently tugged on the edge of Gregory’s suit jacket. “Well?” Jack asked.

Gregory’s smile widened. He leaned down until his mouth was close to Jack’s ear. “I want you to beg,” he whispered.

Jack could feel his cheeks grow hot. He cupped his cheeks in his cold hands hoping to temper the blushing. It helped to a degree.

“Jack,” Gregory purred, his breath hot on Jack’s ear.

Jack nodded silently. He leaned back, placing his hands on the edge of the bench behind him. He kept his eyes down, too embarrassed to look Gregory in the eyes. He parted his legs and spread them wide.

He mustered up the courage to look up at Gregory. Gregory who looked at him with a pleased expression. Gregory who now licked his lips at the meal before him.

“Please,” he begged.

“Good boy.” Gregory kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips.

Jack spread his legs wider as Gregory stepped between them. Gregory’s lips traveled down to his neck, kissing and nibbling his pale skin. It would surely leave a mark in a place people could easily see, but at this moment Jack did not care.

Jack tilted his head back to give Gregory further access to his sensitive neck, his gaze focused on the stars above. He tried to keep the sounds he made to a minimum in case any of the household’s staff or party guests had wandered into the garden. It was not an easy task.

Gregory gave his lips a quick kiss before covering Jack’s mouth with his hand. “Quiet now, love,” he sultangazi escort said.

He licked along Jack’s jawline and trailed back down his neck. He rubbed his lips over a spot in the middle of Jack’s neck before biting him hard. It was in a spot that was sure to leave a mark in a place that people would notice. Jack, not able to hold it any longer, let out a deep moan.

“Shh,” Gregory cooed. “We wouldn’t want to disturb the guests now, would we, Jack?”

With his free hand he began to loosen Jack’s necktie and slowly unbutton his shirt. He slipped his cool hand inside. Jack shivered with each brush against his skin. Gregory’s thumb brushed over his hardened nipple, sending a tingle down his spine.

Jack’s trousers were now becoming too tight for comfort. He took a hand off of its place on the bench and moved it towards Gregory. He placed his fingertips on Gregory’s chin and tilted his head so his eyes had no choice but to look at him.

Without looking away Jack removed Gregory’s hand from his mouth and guided it lower, placing it on his aching bulge. Gregory’s eyes widened then he smiled. It was his usual charming smile that Jack loved. A smile that could make him do anything.

“Impatient as always Jack,” he chuckled.

Gregory groped him over his trousers with light, delicate strokes. His other hand still pinching and rubbing his nipple. His eyes focused on Jack’s every expression. Being as stubborn as he was, Jack tried to not show utter bliss on his face, but he failed miserably. His cheeks were red and it was not from the cold, in fact he could feel himself beginning to sweat.

Jack felt a warm, wet sensation envelop his unoccupied nipple. He let out a groan that he tried to contain by biting his lip. Gregory, who was still swirling his tongue around Jack’s nipple, gave him a warning look.

When Jack’s nipples turned sore and raw Gregory finally moved on. Despite the limited time they had he was in no rush. He moved his hands to rest over Jack’s as he leaned in for a kiss. His lips roughly smashing into his. His tongue claiming Jack’s mouth as his own. He nibbled Jack’s lip before pulling away and moving lower.

He unbuttoned Jack’s trousers becoming increasingly more impatient with each button. He grabbed onto Jack’s trousers and undergarments and gave them a swift tug, but only his trousers fell to his ankles. Gregory let out an annoyed sigh.

“It’s already an inconvenience that you wear undergarments, but you also choose to wear shirt stays?”

Jack blushed. “A tucked in shirt makes me more presentable.”

“Not presentable to me,” Gregory growled.

Gregory lifted Jack’s legs and placed them onto his broad shoulders. He heard the sound of fabric ripping and before he could process the noise he felt the cool night air hitting his hole. Gregory had ripped a hole in his undergarment exposing his most private of areas.

“Now that’s presentable,” Gregory smirked.

“Gregory! How am I to attend the rest of this party with a hole in my pants?” Jack whined.

“Calm down, your trousers will cover it. It’ll be our little secret.” He winked at him with that same smile.

Gregory kissed his knee then his inner thigh before kissing his partially exposed cheek. Quickly, without warning, he shoved a finger inside of Jack. It didn’t hurt too bad given their little rendezvous the night before. The sudden intruder caused Jack to lose his grip on the bench beneath him, but Gregory was quick to grab his forearm and guide it to his neck for support. Jack clung desperately to his neck as he drilled his finger in and out of him. He buried his face into Gregory’s neck, muffling the cries and whimpers escaping his mouth.

As quickly as the finger entered his exposed hole it exited. He felt it trail up his taint to his stiffened cock. He groaned as Gregory rubbed his tip, gathered up his pre cum and used it to lube up his entrance. His lonely hole was now filled with two of his thick fingers. Gregory’s movements were no longer gentle as he stroked his prostate. He spread his fingers wide inside of Jack, stretching him out, making room for the inevitable.

Jack kissed suluova escort Gregory’s ear and whispered “slow down for me, love?”

Which was met with a sulky look from Gregory. His brown eyes demanded to continue.

“Oh don’t be so mopey. I just need to remove my jacket before we ruin it.”

Gregory remained still as Jack fiddled with his jacket and shrugged it off. He placed it neatly on the other side of the bench. The moment it was out of reach Gregory continued.

He plunged three fingers into Jack. The way he maneuvered inside was unrestrained, stroking, scissoring, reaching as far as his fingers could. He pressed his full body into Jack, rubbing his erection against his. His teeth gnawed along his jawline.

Jack returned the favor by reaching his hand inside of Gregory’s trousers. He kept in time with Gregory, stroking at a quick pace. His moan vibrated throughout Jack’s body.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Gregory groaned.

Jack watched as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, fully freeing his monstrous member. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of it. He still wasn’t used to seeing its glorious nine inches. Someday he hoped to have enough time to memorize every detail and inch.

Now was not the time for such wishful thinking as Gregory pushed Jack’s knees towards him, folding him in half. He had to grab onto Gregory’s well built arms for support or he would have fallen over into the shrubbery behind him. Gregory cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. It was a gentle kiss that signaled to Jack that he was about to get serious. When he pulled away he placed his hand back onto Jack’s mouth and looked him in the eyes.

Without looking away or blinking Gregory lined up his cock to Jack’s entrance and pushed into him. At first he thrusted just the tip in as if testing the waters before shoving his full length into Jack, claiming him for the seventh time since they’d met.

Jack let out a cry. His eyes rolled back in pleasure and he couldn’t help but close them as he lost focus.

“Keep your eyes open,” Gregory growled. “I want you to look at me while I’m inside you.”

The command in his voice sent a tingle up Jack’s spine that left him feeling fuzzy.

Gregory pulled out his cock before slamming it back inside. Jack held on tightly as the thrusts got quicker and rougher. He moaned against Gregory’s hand. Each thrust forced a cry out from his body. Gregory released Jack’s legs from his tight grasp as he leaned forward to grab onto the edge of the bench next to Jack’s head. He pressed his full weight onto Jack forcing his penis deeper inside, deeper than Jack thought was possible. The feeling of Gregory’s member in an unexplored area of his body caused a sob to escape his lips. The new sensation was overwhelming. He could feel an orgasm building as Gregory relentlessly plowed into him.

He maintained eye contact as his orgasm washed over him. He could see a smirk creep onto Gregory’s face as his body shook and twitched with pleasure. His anus clenched tightly around the cock inside him.

“You don’t have to be touched, I see,” he chuckled as he slowed, grinding against Jack’s prostate.

Jack felt feverish from the tip of his ears down to his shoulders. “Shut up,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by Gregory’s hand.

“You are bewitching to me.” Gregory’s voice was hot and heavy yet soft.

Jack responded by thrusting his hips against Gregory’s. His range of motion was limited by his position on the bench, but Gregory must have caught the hint. He once again chuckled before ramming his member inside with intense force.

He fucked into Jack deep and rough. Sweat began to bead on his forehead despite the frigid temperature. He was almost animalistic, like a beast that caught its prey.

Abruptly, Gregory pulled Jack up from the bench. Both his hands planted firmly on his ass as Jack frantically found his bearing. He held on helplessly as Gregory used gravity to his advantage, slipping deeper inside.

Jack managed to keep his cries to a minimum until Gregory planted another bruising bite on his neck. He let out a whimper. Gregory gave his ass sungurlu escort a tight squeeze; Jack could feel his nails through his undergarment. Another place that would surely be marked by morning.

Gregory kissed and sucked his neck without any care for the placement. His inhibitions and caution were now long gone. His mouth eventually found Jack’s and after a sloppy kiss he bit Jack’s lower lip. Naturally, Jack returned the favor.

Gregory let out a carnal growl. He carried Jack away from the bench and towards the fountain, slamming him against one of the surrounding archways. The stone scratched at Jack’s lightly clothed back. Gregory’s movements became more wild, his thrusts more harsh and his kisses more vicious.

Jack was unable to think straight, lust clouding his mind. He stopped holding back his moans and his tears. His back and legs were sore, but he didn’t care.

“Jack,” Gregory whispered. “No matter how much I touch you it will never be enough.”

Was it reckless to hold hope that these words were more than sweet nothings?

Jack let his fingers wander through Gregory’s brown curls. He stared deep into the eyes of the man he was connected to. Eyes that were filled with desire.

Gregory began to thrust faster. Sweat dripped from his face as he grunted. They fucked like animals in heat.

“Gregory,” Jack gasped.

He heard Gregory groan as he shoved Jack down onto his cock one last time. His body shook as he finished inside of Jack. Gregory’s grip on him had loosened as his soft member slipped out. His seed was quick to follow, trickling out of Jack and landing on the gravel below him.

Gregory lowered him to the ground. His hand groping Jack’s hard cock. He rubbed his thumb against the tip. His strokes were fast and electric. It wasn’t long before Jack came for the second time.

Gregory’s hand was wet with Jack’s seed. He brought it to his mouth and licked, sucking off all of Jack’s cum from his fingers. Erotic was not descriptive enough for what Jack was seeing.

This was the moment Jack noticed that Gregory was at full mass. He gave Jack a little smirk as he reached for him. He slid his hands up Jack’s thighs stopping at his knees. He gently pushed apart Jack’s legs.

“Gregory, we can’t. We still have a party to attend.” Jack tried to stand but quickly learned that that was not a good idea.

Gregory let out an exasperated sigh. “Alright.”

“Good. Now help me get over to the bench.”

“You owe me an extra round the next time we meet.” Gregory kissed him on the forehead and picked him up, one arm under his knees and the other cradling his upper back.

“And when will that be?” Jack asked.

“Whenever you want it to be, love,” Gregory responded.

Jack began dressing, pulling up his trousers over his ripped undergarments and grabbing his jacket from the bench. He tucked in his shirt, buttoned his buttons and adjusted his necktie.

Gregory held out his handkerchief. Jack gave him a look of question. Gregory touched his own neck as an indication. Jack reached up, lightly brushing his neck. The spot felt wet. He looked down at his fingers to find them red.

“You bit too hard,” Jack groaned, taking the handkerchief from Gregory.

“Perhaps it would be best for you to retire from this party early.”

Jack couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “You did that on purpose.”

Gregory gave a playful shrug before he turned on his heel and strolled back towards the party, leaving Jack alone in the garden. Jack held the handkerchief to his neck until the bleeding had stopped. He folded it neatly and slipped it into his pocket. Jack waited a moment longer under the stars giving enough time to settle between Gregory’s return and his.

As he listened to the sound of crickets chirping and gravel crunching he contemplated Gregory’s suggestion. It would most likely be in his best interest to not return to the party. His body was sore and exhausted. He looked like he fought a wild animal and narrowly won. Not to mention that a certain something was leaking from inside him.

He made his way around the perimeter of the house. He took care in trying to look casual, a man going for a simple nightly stroll. If any partygoers saw him it shouldn’t bring on too much suspicion.

He located his carriage and after a quick word with the driver he climbed inside. He peered outside the window at the mansion. The gleaming lights reflected the stars above as it faded from view.

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Thank you for reading! I had a fun time writing this and might add to it in the future 🙂

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