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“He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff . . .”

The rich, resonating, calming baritone of the La Lectura began to weave Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea for us for perhaps the hundredth time, as we Torcedores settled once more into the rhythm of preparing our bunches of tobacco leaves perfectly for the press. We could not have done our demanding work without La Lectura, the reader who sat on the dais on the cigar factory floor, reading to us, first from the daily press and then from classical works—and sometimes, to our great privilege, reciting poetry to us in perfect rhythm to the set movements of our leaf bundling.

In this way he was not only transporting us from the onerous work of bunching the leaves of a perfect Vegas Robaina cigar in the demanding style of the Entubado, rolling each of five varieties of tobacco leaves separately and covering them with the binder Capote leaf before sending the bunch to the press, but also in transporting us beyond the drabness of the factory.

Day in and day out, we gathered in the dusty outskirts of Minas de Matahambre in Cuba’s Vuelta Abajo region, famous for its premium cigars, at this dimly lit, factory—more a cavernous open-ended shed than a building—to repeat again and again, the perfect bunching of cigars that each would sell on the European market for more than one of us made in two week’s time.

La Lectura was salvation for us—and more for me than any of the other workers here. Only he, Estaban, and I were of Spanish stock. All of the other workers here, peasants all, were Mulattos or Mestizos. I had worked among them for nearly two years in almost complete isolation, and not only because of our different statuses. I chose to live not in the village but in a small, crude shack at the seaside, more than an hour’s walk from the factory. Isolation was my protection; I had my secret to bear. I lived in fear that the others would find me out and I’d lose even this existence and have to retreat even farther into the island’s interior.

I rested for a moment from the work of the Torcedore, the cigar roller, to gaze at Estaban, La Lectura, the glorious alien presence in this room, delivering culture and transport from this world of care in his rich baritone voice.

Estaban paused in his reading, seemingly sensing someone was watching him. I lowered my face, not wanting him to know it was me. But I slanted my gaze and saw Estaban’s eyes stop and link with those of Teotilo, the dark-skinned Mulatto, small and somewhat effeminate of stature and slow of wit runner, who took our bunched tobacco packets from our rolling tables to the cigar presses. Teotilo was barely as old as I was, but he had been working here for ten years or more, since he had been a boy of no more than nine or ten. He was a good-looking young man of pleasant humor, despite the drabness of his never-varied, subsistence life. But, like any of us who could not escape this life, his prime would be over before he reached twenty-five and then, overnight, he would become an old man. In his case, as small-boned and thin and slow-witted as he was, I could not see him living into his thirties. But, then, maybe being a little dense helped him endure this monotony.

He had stopped in the rhythm of his running from factory tables to press and was looking at Estaban in total awe and admiration. Estaban was from Havana, another world altogether from Minas de Matahambre, a paradise, albeit thin veneered, of culture and sophistication and beauty to country peasants who had never been outside their isolated provinces in the remote peninsulas of Cuba. And Estaban was a handsome, well-built man of pure, patrician Spanish stock. This was in addition to being educated and refined and to having that rich baritone voice that had brought him to the highly honored position of La Lectura for one of the best of Cuban cigar brands, the Vegas Robaina, in the heart of the island’s tobacco region.

I saw the grin spread across Teotilo’s face as he realized that La Lectura had singled him out for attention and a smile. The women rollers near me, Estelle, Maela, and Yelina, all as smitten as Teotilo with the handsome, mysterious, velvet-voiced La Lectura, sighed at the realization that Estaban’s smile was not for them and returned to their leaf bunching.

Teotilo seemed almost to kütahya escort melt on the spot in the sunshine of Estaban’s smile, and I almost melted with him. I was so, so lonely among these Mulatto and Mestizo peasants, and so, so bored with the monotonous repetition of the leaf bundling. If it wasn’t for Estaban—a Spanish city-formed soul like me—and his rich baritone reading connecting us with and transporting me to the outside world, I could not endure this existence for much longer. I would have given anything if that smile had been for me. But I could not even think of it; it brought me too close to the raw edge of my secret, what had banished me here in the first place.

“Ssst. You are lagging behind, Ramon,” hissed Ernesto, the shift foreman, one of those barely thirty-year-old countrymen who had already collapsed in on himself in ugliness and ill health, one foot in the grave, the other foot on this factory floor until the day he no longer could stand.

“Take care of that one,” Ernesto continued in a hoarse whisper, nodding his head toward the dais. “He does not belong here and may not be here for long, not if the rumors of what sent him out of Havana are true. Best leave him to the half-wit, if the rumors are true.”

And then, leaving me to ponder that and to reach for a leaf of the first variety of tobacco to be rolled and bunched into a perfect Vegas Robaina cigar, Ernesto took two steps along the edge of the factory table and cuffed the runner, Teotilo, roughly on the back of head.

“The presses are waiting, dim-wit,” he hissed. “Stop gawking and pick up the rhythm.”

With that, La Lectura broke his glance at Teotilo, lifted the book in his hand, and began reading in that rich baritone of his, rhythmically, providing the beat for the preordained, precise, movement-efficient steps of the leaf bunching process.

“. . . and he had gone eight-four days now without taking a fish.”

Not too many days after that a hurricane brushed past the northwest peninsula of Cuba in the night, appearing without warning in our remote, almost-forgotten Vuelta Abajo region, stripping the trees of their leaves and smaller branches and churning up the gravel and mud in the already deeply pitted paths that hardly classified as roads. I had no means of communication even if the telephone service had withstood the winds. And not knowing how Minas de Matahambre and the cigar factory had fared in the night’s storm, I had little option other than to pick my way through the fallen debris for two hours on what was normally a one-hour trek from my seaside shack to the town.

Most of the workers were gathered at the factory when I arrived. The town’s electricity was out, and, more seriously, the only roads into the town were impassible. Ernesto informed us there would be no cigar rolling that day. The freshness of Vegas Robainas had to be guaranteed, and there was no guarantee when a shipment could be gotten out of the town and to Havana, so production was just being suspended until more was known on possible scheduling. Ernesto did say that if I wanted the day’s pay, I, as the strongest of the workers present, could stay and move bales of tobacco onto pallets in case the stream running next to the factory flooded. I readily agreed to stay, not wanting to miss the pay, such as it was, and having already walked into the town. There was no question that La Lectura would be expected to do such work, and Ernesto dismissed Teotilo with a sniff as being too small to lift the heavy bales and not bright enough anyway to understand where they should go to escape the danger of rising water.

For Ernesto’s part, he happily decamped to the café in the town’s square with Estelle for a thimble of wine and an unexpected fuck in the café’s back room while his wife assumed he was safely hard at work at the cigar factory.

Not long afterward I was moving bales of tobacco into the factory’s store room when I heard noises from a dark corner of the shed, behind some tobacco bales. Instinctively, I sauntered over to see what was making the noise and just barely was able to hold myself in check before revealing my presence, just on the other side of a stack of bales from where the two were fucking.

They were both naked, Estaban’s finely formed, light-skinned body more manisa escort easily discernible in the dim light. Teotilo’s smaller, squatter dark-skinned body was belly down on a tobacco bale. The balls of his feet were barely able to stretch to the floor and he was rising and falling on his toes to the rhythm of the thrusts of Estaban’s cock between his butt cheeks. Estaban was covering the small Mulatto figure closely from behind, his chest pushing Teotilo’s down on the fragrant broad, compacted tobacco leafs at the top of the bale, and his mouth very close to Teotilo’s ear. Teotilo’s smile at the taking was beatific.

The sound that I had heard and that had brought me to this corner of the shed was the rich baritone murmuring of La Lectura.

He was reciting love poetry to Teotilo as he fucked him. “If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. If I . . . ,” he was whispering in the young peasant’s ear. Teotilo certainly didn’t recognize the poetry of Emily Dickinson when he heard it, but I, city raised in the family of a prominent doctor, did. But Teotilo obviously didn’t care. He was completely transported not only by the fuck but by the overwhelming presence of the cultured and strong-cocked La Lectura. He was being taken into a new world of passion and desire he never before had imagined possible and possibly never again would be able to attain. This was his moment, the sum total of any excitement he would be able to wrest from life was, quite possibly, wrapped up in this fully possessing fuck by a master of lovemaking in the back corner of a cigar factory shed in the remoteness of the Cuban countryside.

And I was transported as well. Standing there, in the shadows, voyeuristically sharing in Teotilo’s taking, my hand stroking my own hardened cock through the thin cloth of my trousers, I ached for what Teotilo was receiving. The husky-toned love poetry; the strong, virile body of Estaban encasing mine; the movement of his manhood inside me.

They were kissing now, and Estaban was stroking in a strong, steady thrusting. Teotilo was sighing and moaning. I was moaning too, but I didn’t really realize I was until Estaban’s head turned toward me.

I have no idea whether I retreated farther into the shadows in time, but I sensed that Estaban’s gaze had taken me in, possibly not realizing it was me, but surely knowing someone was there. But it didn’t seem to matter. Teotilo grunted and groaned at some more intense change in Estaban’s fucking, and La Lectura began discoursing again, this time from Shelley, in a stronger voice than before, a voice that clearly carried to me halfway back across the shed to where I had been working and where I, full of envy and jealousy and want, resumed moving bales.

“I bring fresh showers for thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light . . .” Not only love poetry, I realized, but poetry that transported the one he was making love to out of this dreary existence. I ached for the attention that Teotilo, the half-wit Mulatto, was receiving, probably not even half capable of fully appreciating the gift he was receiving.

It did not get back to my shack by the sea until late that evening. I had worked hard all day, trying to purge myself of what La Lectura had awakened in me. Those dangerous secrets, the weakness that had caused me to escape Havana and to seek the isolation and scourge of the hard but honest work in the remote cigar factory. The urges were nearly overwhelming. I wasn’t even sure I could return to the factory. Ernesto had been more right than he imagined. La Lectura was a danger to me. I wasn’t even sure that my hands could control their trembling in La Lectura’s presence and under the influence of his stroking baritone voice enough to be able to go through the demanding movements of the leaf bunching.

I stripped down to my undershorts by the door to my shack and pumped the water up until it rose up the water pipe by the door. I pumped for some time, standing under the cold water sluicing down onto my tired, aching, but yearning body. I dried myself with the towel hanging there and entered the dark single room of my shanty.

The voice was low, rich, husky, mesmerizing. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely . . .” Shakespeare. I had been mardin escort chilled by the cold water sluicing over my body, but I began to tremble in earnest now, my knees knocking together. My first instinct was to turn and flee, but my feet moved on their own command. They drew me closer to my cot, to the source of the poetry.

“Come to me,” La Lectura murmured. “You want me, don’t you? I could see it in your eyes.”

“No.” I whimpered. But I was still shuffling toward the bed.

“No? Could I have been wrong?”

“No.” I said again. This time so much weaker. Resolve draining out of me.

“No, what?” The voice. I would melt for the voice alone. But so much more was on offer than the voice.

“No, you weren’t wrong,” I capitulated in a whisper.

He was on his back on the cot, naked. Beautiful. Fully aroused. Ready for me.

I stood, at his direction, a leg on either side of the cot, over his chest, as his soft mouth came up to my cock and swallowed me and transported me beyond this world. He had lubricant and while he played my cock with lips and teeth, his fingers opened my canal and prepared me for mounting.

I stood there, whimpering and remembering. Remembering what had sent me into the countryside. Being overwhelmed with the realization of how much I had missed this, how much I wanted it. How much more I wanted it from La Lectura.

When we were both ready, he capped his sword and pulled me down onto the center of him. I cried out as ever before at the initial entry, but the memories flooded in, and my walls luxuriated in the expanding of the throbbing invasion and closed lovingly around his prodigious tool. He was holding me by my hips with his hands, but the balls of my feet knew the rhythm, remembered what to do, how to leverage off the floor on either side of the cot, and I was rising and falling on his manly staff, drawing him ever farther into me.

“I knew it. I knew it would be like this,” he murmured, his voice turning dreamy. “I have wanted you since the first moment. I have dreamed thee; I have sought thy essence, to assuage thy sadness. To see thee smile; to smile for me alone, to melt and meld to me and to be mine to the depths of thee.”

Not any poetry I’d ever heard, but poetry to me. The words of love I’d longed to hear for a lifetime, that I’d never even heard in Havana.

He had lifted his head to me and he was kissing my nipples and my sternum. His lips went up my chest and into the pit of one of my arms and he was licking and snuffling me in there, inhaling my essence.

“So young, and beautiful and perfectly formed,” he was whispering. “And so tight and deep and warm inside. I want to possess you—to the quick, moving as one.”

He was stroking my cock with his fist, and I was sighing and moaning for him, lost in his attentions; awed that he was making love to me with his rich voice and his throbbing cock.

When I had cum in a great spouting of pent-up cream, he turned me on my belly on the cot and covered me closely with his body and began a rhythmic stroking of his cock down into me between tightly encased butt cheeks. He was growing larger and my channel was more constricted than before. The full circle of my interior walls felt every vein and tremble of his moving cock. And loved it, remembering, remembering.

I was so fully focused on the waves and waves of pleasure rising up from the center of me that I have no idea when he’d begun reciting again in whispering lips at my ear lobe ” . . . Kissing with golden face the meadows green; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy . . .” Surely Shakespeare again.

I melted and drifted off into another, more beautiful world.

I awoke hours later, in his arms, his cock tumescent inside me, spent after multiple takings and flowings in the earlier hours. His breathing was regular, and I didn’t realize he was awake.

“You’ll come when I call?” I was amazed, flattered that he even phrased it as a question in that rich, possessing voice of his.

“Yes. Anytime, anywhere.”

“Here. Now.”

And I was being lifted onto my knees, and he astride my hips and was quickly rising inside me again, and a hand came around and across my belly, taking possession of my ball sac and the base of my cock. And I was moaning and sighing and being stroked in dulcet tones with snippets of Shakespeare’s sonnets as La Lectura, my lover, restored purpose and pleasure to my life. I could sing for joy now as I rolled those perfect Vegas Robaina cigars just as long as La Lectura was there on the dais and in my bed to provide rhythm and poetry to my life.

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For most people, encountering a big dick is a rare and special thing. Not for me. From the time I was eighteen, I had been able to experience one because of my brother Mark’s best friend, our next-door neighbor Justin. Both being two years older than me, we had grown up together and, by extension, Justin was like a second big brother. Further cementing his acceptance into our family was the fact that Mark and Justin’s birthdays were only days apart. From the time they were eight, they demanded having a joint birthday party to celebrate. Justin often accompanied us on family trips and, as they got older, it was not uncommon for Justin to stay over on school nights and drive to school with Mark. After they graduated, they continued to live at home for a while as they went to the local university before moving into an apartment together.

As with most young men our age, when the three of us were alone hanging out talk turned to sex. The two of them would boast of their conquests and who they wanted to be with next. I, however, was not only interested in girls. I had known for years that I was not like them – or any other boy I knew. Knowing I had to keep my bisexuality secret, I often diverted attention away from myself when they were bragging. When questioned, I simply told them about the girls I had been seeing, not the male classmates that had bent me over.

A few months before my graduation I turned eighteen. Unlike them, I never wanted big parties so we had a small celebration at home with my family and a few close friends. I had gone upstairs to change into my swim shorts. When I came out of my room and was on my way back downstairs temptation struck. The door to the bathroom was slightly open and I could hear someone peeing. Passing by, I could see via the reflection in the mirror Justin finishing his business. As I had become increasingly aware of my sexuality, I had begun to find Justin attractive and could not resist lingering to watch him.

Justin was the epitome of frat boy. He was just over six feet tall, with a lean musculature that came from years of athletic activity. His light brown hair was stylishly cut and accented his hazel eyes. According to the style of the time, he liked to sag his pants. Whether pants or shorts, they frequently hung low on his hips exposing the waistband of his boxers while in school. When we were out together without our parents, more often than not his pants rode down around his thighs, blatantly exposing the covered round globes of his ass. He liked to go topless but when he wore them, his shirts were often tight enough to outline the definition of his torso. I loved looking at him as his abs were tight and defined.

After knowing each other for so long, I had often wondered what he was packing as the outline of his cock was rarely visible. Even after all the time we had spent together, I had never seen him naked so I took advantage of this opportunity. Through the mirror’s reflection I could see the length of meat that hung between his fingers and was shocked. Completely soft, I it was longer than I expected. As his stream waned I moved off not wanting to get caught.

A few weeks later, Justin and I were in my room playing one of my new video games. Mark was in class and my parents were still at work so we were alone in the house. As usual, we were trash talking each other’s performance. The talk became pushing which led to an impromptu wrestling match. Game controllers tossed aside, we rolled from the couch onto the floor. As we grappled, I felt his cock flopping in his loose basketball shorts against my leg. Though I tried to fight it, I quickly became aroused. Luckily my jeans were loose enough to hide the visible signs of my erection. Unfortunately, my teenage body betrayed me. Justin had a leg between mine using it to hold me down. As he pressed against my crotch, my hips pushed into him and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.

He quickly jumped off me and glared. “You are fucking gay, aren’t you?” He saw right through me as I tried to deny it. “You were watching me take a piss at your party,” he spat out. “Un-fucking-believable.”

I stood and, trying to preserve the little dignity I had left, began to retreat from my room muttering words of apology as I went.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He stood and moved to block my path. He reached down and grabbed my balls in a hand and squeezed. “You are mine now. I own your ass. And right now, I’m telling you, Mac, you need to keep that shit to yourself. I’m not going to tell Mark or Mom and Dad.” My parents loved that Justin called them by the titles. “They all thought you were gay but I told them you weren’t…even after I caught you staring at my junk all those times.”

My eyes went wide. I thought I had been discreet in my observations but apparently I hadn’t been.

“I don’t ever want to hear about you with another guy,” he continued. “If I so much as think I smell someone else’s cock on your breath, I’m going to kick your ass then tell kuşadası escort Mark and help him kick it, too. Got it?”

Unable to speak, I nodded.

We heard a car drive up announcing Mark’s return.

Justin leaned in close and whispered to me, “We’re not done here. Got it? Your ass is mine.” He gave me an especially hard squeeze before pushing me away just as Mark entered the house.

You would think that threat would have turned me celibate but that night I masturbated thinking about what happened. Being roughly used by such a stud was a dream that I had never envisioned. More than that, the feel of Justin’s hand on my package lingered like a ghost fueling my nocturnal fantasies.

Shortly after that I graduated and worked a part time job over the summer to save up some money for the fall. I enrolled in the same school where Mark and Justin were taking classes. Before the semester started, they moved into an apartment a few minutes away but still came over frequently to do laundry, eat or hang out.

Justin began to tease me about my saying I was banging the young coeds I hung out with at the university. During the brief moments we were alone he’d remind me that if I wasn’t in fact dating any of the girls I talked about, I was not to see any of the guys. He would invite me to hang out at the apartment with him and Mark or offer to pick me up for classes because I did not yet have a car. This made avoiding him especially difficult.

Early in their college career, he and Mark had joined a frat and they would occasionally drag me to a party where Justin would try to hook me up with some drunk coed. Admittedly, they were attractive but it’s not my style to get with someone who may not remember it in the morning. I increasingly came to realize he was doing it so he could keep me from meeting up with any guys.

He and Mark were over one day that autumn doing laundry while I was upstairs studying. Intently focused on my notes, I didn’t hear Justin enter my room. Only when I heard his fingers tapping on my nightstand did I look up to see him lying on my bed.

“Funny thing,” he said seeing he had my attention. “I tell you not to fuck around with other guys, do everything I can to keep my eye on you, and what do you do? You go and start hanging out with the campus fags. What the fuck is the matter with you?”

I tried to deny it but he leveled a look at me that told me clearly he wasn’t buying it. Truth was in addition to joining the LGBT club I had started to have discreet encounters at school, mostly with friends from the club. Admittedly it had been difficult with his nearly constant hovering but I had managed it.

“Do you know how many people come up to me and say they see you with them? It’s getting harder for me to deny your tendencies.” He narrowed his eyes and his gaze bored into me. “Not only that, but you’re not exactly keeping your eyes off me. What’s up with that, Mac?”

Unwilling to say it to him, I kept silent. There was no way I could tell him that I had the hots for him and not get my ass kicked.

“Is this what you want?” He raised his shirt then reached under the exposed waistband of the boxers he was wearing to adjust his semi-hard cock to lay on his abs. The spongy length of flesh extended almost to his bellybutton.

It was the first time I had ever seen his firmed meat and I was in awe as he slowly stroked it. By this point in my life I had seen more than a few dicks but none had been as long as Justin’s appeared to be.

Hearing Mark call up, Justin yelled back that he’d be down in a minute.

“No need to say anything,” he said ominously as he stood. “I have my answer. But do us all a favor and stay away from the easy dicks on campus. I’d hate for Mark to find out from the wrong person. But I expect you’ll be thinking about a different dick for a while.” He made a show of placing his cock back under the waistband of his boxers and adjusted it to point across his left hip above the top of his sagging jeans. With his shirt lowered his erection could not be seen as he left my room.

After that Justin continued to tease me, exposing his cock to me at home or in public when others weren’t looking. With his sagging pants, it was easy for him to adjust it for my viewing. Wherever we were, he would casually rub his abs, a move that was so common for him no one paid attention to it. But when eyes were diverted, his hand would steadily move under the waistband of his boxers to stroke himself, eventually positioning the top of his erection above the waistband. When the time was right, Justin would then raise his shirt to show me, sometimes just covering it with his hand if there were an unexpected witness. If his shirt were off, he would make a show of stoking his length through his boxers. He could quickly tuck it down under the tight band of his jeans or shorts to conceal it if he had to and no one would be aware, thinking he was doing nothing more than adjusting kocaeli escort his clothes.

Over a long holiday weekend our parents were out of town and I had the house to myself. Early in the day I was lying on the couch watching a movie in only my boxer shorts when Justin came over. Knowing my movie watching was over, I loaded a video game and we started playing. As we played, we talked about school, work and what our parents were doing. Justin told me that at the last minute Mark had decided to go out of town with his girlfriend, Julie, for the weekend so he would spend time with me. Eventually conversation turned to working out. Though he still enjoyed playing soccer whenever he could, Justin had joined Mark and me using the campus gym to keep in shape whenever we had the time. He suddenly paused the game and told me to stand. Without questioning I did as I was told.

“Flex,” he commanded. “You look like you might be gaining more muscle than Mark.”

Not thinking anything of it, I flexed first my arms then showed off my pecs and legs for him. I had been working hard on gaining definition similar to his so it made me feel good that he was noticing my gains. He complimented me as I posed for him. When he gave me a twirl of his finger, I obeyed his order to spin around and showed him my back.

“I never realized how wide your back is,” he said as I continued to flex. “Let’s see the legs.”

I raised the leg of my boxers and began flexing my thigh muscles.

“Damn they’re ripped.” He reached out and ran a finger along the striations. “I’m impressed. Glutes.” I began flexing my ass. “Nice. Good work. Now I see why Alex has been hitting that.”

My breath caught in my throat hearing the name. While I wouldn’t say we were dating, I had been regularly having what I thought was discreet sex with a guy named Alex. He was a frat brother of Mark and Justin’s but he had told me he was also closeted and would never tell anyone. Before a coherent protest could form, Justin grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down onto his lap.

“I told you to be careful, didn’t I?” He spoke huskily into my ear. “If I know about Alex, what makes you think Mark doesn’t? Lucky for you he doesn’t. I told you that you shouldn’t be fucking around with anyone on campus. I told you I didn’t want to hear about you with another guy. When I finish with you, I guarantee you’re not going to want Alex or anyone else.”

After he spoke those words, I couldn’t help the moan of desire that escaped my lips. While he was only semi hard, I could feel his cock stretching across his hip and reflexively ground down against it feeling it stiffen.

He laughed appreciatively. “I thought you’d be a good little bitch. Bro, you and I are going to have some fun.” He began to run his hands across my chest as he continued, “You like that, don’t you. All you bitches are the same when you feel this big dick up against you.” He raised his hips a few times, dry humping me. He stopped suddenly and pushed me to the floor. I looked up at him stunned and watched as he lowered his shorts and pulled out his hardening cock. “Get to work,” was all he said as he took up the controller and started playing again.

On my knees on the floor between his legs, I took him into my mouth and began to suck for all I was worth.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off. “Damn, that’s good,” he said. “But slow it down. I want this to last.” He let me go and I lowered my head and began to savor the experience.

Finally completely exposed, I saw that Justin’s dick was long but not very thick. The head had a small flare that made it a slightly wider than his shaft. Fully erect, his cock had a gentle upward curve that made it difficult to get all the way in my throat in my current position. As I worked it, his cock seemed to leak an endless stream of salty-sweet precum. It had a strong, slightly bitter but not unpleasant flavor. There was an equally strong scent emanating from between his legs that I could only describe as Justin. It was like everything about him was rolled into the musky odor. Eventually I left sucking him to lick my way over and around his loose sack.

“I don’t mind my nuts getting the occasional tongue bath,” he said sternly, “but be careful of how far you go. Unlike you, I don’t like having my ass played with.”

Heeding the warning, I made my way back to his shaft. I sucked him for an unknown amount of time, eagerly swallowing the clear fluid that continuously seeped from him. Because all my previous encounters with other guys had been quick, I marveled at his staying power. Occasionally he would compliment me on my work and run his hands across my upper back causing me to shudder with arousal.

“Sit back,” Justin eventually said, tossing the controller aside before standing. “Open your mouth and don’t move.”

He wrapped his hand around his dick and began to stroke it quickly, pointing it at my face. His other hand trailed across konya escort his body as he brought himself to orgasm. With no warning, ropes of sticky fluid shot across my face and into my hair, missing the target of my mouth due to his fierce stroking. Through it all he never uttered a sound, only his heavy breathing betrayed the climax. When the peak of his orgasm subsided, he placed his cock back in my mouth and ordered me to suck down the dregs of his load. Once satisfied he pulled out and sat back down. He reached out and with an index finger, scooped some of the cum off my face and placed it in my mouth. I heard him moan as I sucked on the digit.

“Dude, you’re more of a homo than I thought. Had I known how good you were, we would’ve done that sooner. Got any plans for tonight?” He asked as he tucked himself away. After I answered that I was supposed to meet up with some friends at a movie, he told me to cancel. “We have plans,” he said as he stood and made his way to the door. “Don’t touch yourself. I’ll be back,” was all I got before he left me alone again in the house.

Though I was hyper aroused I followed his order without a second thought. Not knowing when he’d be returning, I resumed my movie to pass the time. When he didn’t show up after it finished, I put in a different video game and began to play. I was restless, both from the sustained arousal and the uncertainty of his return.

It was late that night when he finally came back. I was in my room having resigned myself to the fact that he wasn’t going to return yet still hadn’t relieved my sexual tension due to the hope that he would. Over the sound of the game I was playing, I heard the front door open and close. My heart began to race as I waited, hearing footsteps on the stairs. I hoped it was Justin but after all the waiting I pessimistically half-expected it to be Mark coming to check on me. My dick surged in anticipation. The game continued to run but I was not focused on it; out of the corner of my eye I kept watch on my doorway waiting.

“Hey, bro,” Justin said as he sauntered into my room. “Miss me?” As he took a seat next to me on my bed he looked at my crotch and saw my stiff erection tenting my boxers. He placed a hand on my thigh and began to lightly run his fingers over my flesh, intentionally close to but not touching my boner. “Good boy. You didn’t touch yourself. If you had, I would have turned and walked out of this room and you’d never get this again.” He grabbed his package and gave it a shake. “So this is what’s going to happen: You’re going to stop dicking around with Alex and any other guys you’re playing with. You want to suck cock, you call me; if you’re getting fucked, it’s going to be my dick in your ass. Got it?” I nodded acceptance. He moved his hand from my thigh and draped it around my shoulder. “Good. Movie?”

We selected a movie and lay on my bed to watch, his arm still around me. This was not uncommon. Growing up the three of us often shared space with no hesitation. A pair of us could be found lying next to each other on the couch watching a movie, our legs intertwined. Even to this day, we had no issue with such proximity.

About halfway through the movie, Justin grabbed my hand and moved it to his crotch. He directed it under his waistband and closed it around his soft shaft. I began to massage it and felt it getting it harder. As we continued to watch the movie, I slowly stroked him using his precum for lubrication. The arm around my shoulder shifted slightly allowing him to tease my nipple. He would randomly flick it, pinch it or trace a nail around the sensitive nub getting me more aroused than I already was.

When the movie ended, he removed my shorts, rolled on top of me and pulled his off. After positioning my legs on his shoulders, his cock nudged my hole. The fluid leaking from the tip was cool and slick as it moved against me.

Not knowing how much I enjoyed getting dicked, he smiled and softly said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to injure that sweet hole of yours, bro. I’m just going to knock at the door for a bit until you’re ready to let me in. We have all night.” He would press in for a bit with a little pressure then pull back. Every few thrusts he would rub the tip around my loosening ring, lubricating me with his precum.

Normally, I would worry about being prepared but because of my heightened arousal – and the fact that Alex had fucked me the day before with his much wider but shorter cock – it didn’t take long for the head of Justin’s cock to slip into me. Holding the head just inside my tight ring he paused for a moment allowing me to adjust to his presence and ran his hands over my chest, paying special attention to my sensitive nipples.

“Fuck,” he moaned. I felt his cock twitch a few times as I milked it with my ring. “Your ass is better than I expected. So fucking good,” he trailed off as he began to move again. Slowly and gently, he rocked back and forth. His long shaft slowly moved deeper into me and he didn’t stop until I gave a whimper. His cock reached into me like no other had and was now pressing hard against an internal wall. “There’s still more to go. You ever have a dick this deep in you?” He asked with a smirk as he gave another small thrust trying to get the last few inches in me.

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“This will let my baby have me when he needs me,” he said when he strapped the square watch to my wrist. “It’s a camera so I can always see and hear what you’re doing.” He slid his phone to active and then hit an app that instantly popped up a camera view from my wrist. I saw my face staring back at me on his phone. I smiled at myself awkwardly.

“Now, if you need me you just hit the side button.” He pointed to the watch face which now displayed the time. On the side was a little button and when I hit it his phone vibrated and a little window popped up saying “Lincoln needs you.” He turned his head and whispered into his phone. It came out through the watch, “Yes, my heart? What do you need?”

“Wow, sir. That’s… wow,” I smiled at him feeling a mix of being ready to strike out on my own a little and already missing him. He leaned over and kissed my smile, bringing his face to my cheek to cup it adoringly.

“I always keep up with my boy. When you need me, I am here. With this, I can see that my boy is focusing in his classes and no one is bothering him,” he beamed proudly and seemed to sense my slight anxiety.

“Thank you, sir,” Something inside me felt special that he cared so much. No one had looked out for me like that before.

We were parked in front of a shiny glass three story building where I would take my classes. It was attached to the university, but it was its own private offering for foreigners taking language classes and houseboys learning to take care of Arab men. He told me all about it on the way there and even gave me a brochure though it was in Arabic. It showed blonde boys like me in navy blue uniforms preparing meals, making beds, sitting in classes with Arab instructors.

The blonde boys always looked so focused, happy to be learning to serve. I wasn’t sure I would get into the houseboy parts, but he explained that it is about learning the lifestyle of the world’s elite. It wasn’t focused on becoming gay. I’m not gay.

He pretended to fix the color of my navy blue polo shirt with the school’s logo on the chest. It was a bit tight and hugged my pecs, so were the blue pants, but it covered me. He gave me one last kiss and I was reassured by the cologne he wore for me as it filled my nose and warmed my chest. We got out and he met me at the sidewalk, pressing a button on his key that made the car chirp securely.

Inside the large glass doors he stopped me for a second and brought me in for a last hug. It felt like he was sending me off for good. With his lips close to my ear, he said, “I know you will be frustrated for the first week, it is ok. They know what they’re doing here. It’s all part of becoming successful, learning our ways. Don’t think about the day to day or the menial tasks you’ll be instructed to do. Think about me and making me proud, becoming my boy I can take around the world and mold into success. Ok, little one? Think before you act. You represent me here. You carry my name.”

“Yes sir,” I nodded uneasily, unsure of what was to come. He slipped my backpack up my arm and over my shoulder with one last squeeze to my bottom.

“Be good and do as you are told. If you need me, for whatever reason, even just to say hi. If you need me, press the button.” He pushed past me then and I followed him to the reception desk. He spoke with the man behind the counter in Arabic and a few seconds later a tall, dark man appeared at my side. He wore an expensive shirt like the one Mr. Hamad had on. He was older, maybe 40, but in awesome shape. He had at least 6-8 inches on my height and his imposing frame made me feel small.

He greeted Mr. Hamad warmly as though I weren’t there and then sent him on his way to work. I turned and watched as he left through the glass doors with one last warm, hopeful look at me. I swallowed hard and instantly felt loss as he slipped out into the sunshine.

“Don’t waste time, boy. There is much to learn here and I don’t want to hear English,” I heard the man say.

“I’m Lincoln, sir,” I said with a smile and offered my hand but he didn’t take it.

He came in uncomfortably close and I was hit with the scent of his natural, unshowered body. He had thick fur on his bulging arms and a look of disdain for me. “No, you are boy and I am sir and your English ends now. If you can’t speak to me in Arabic then it is best to keep silent,” he growled. I felt myself shrink into his shadow and felt my heart pounding in my ears.

“Yes… sir,” I said and that was not the right answer. He roughly grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me forward towards a door. He started walking and pushed me along impatiently.

“Taharruk!” he said several times insistently. I guessed it meant let’s go because he kept pushing me towards a doorway. This wasn’t in the brochure.

He shoved me towards the door and then pushed it open for me. I nearly fell through it, but caught myself on the wall. I went through a hallway and then into a little classroom where two equally scared blonde boys sat in desks.

We looked at each other, each with kahramanmaraş escort faces of “What the fuck?” The man pushed me down into a desk beside them and roughly slipped off my backpack. He barked something at me in the language I didn’t know and then opened my backpack and took out a notebook and a nice pen. He slapped it down in front of me and said something else and then walked away.

“What’s going on?” I said to the blonde guy to my right when the man had left. He turned to me and said something in another foreign language I didn’t understand. I guessed I was the only American.

“I Anders,” he said, trying English, and offered me his hand lightly.

“Lincoln,” I said back, pointing to my chest as though speaking caveman and then shook his hand. I pumped it firmly and he winced. Maybe I needed to feel bigger than I was with the teacher.

“You very cute,” he said and nodded with twinkling blue eyes as blush spread over his pale cheeks.

“Um thanks,” I muttered and took my hand back. He was ok looking, sickly thin, not beautiful. I imagined the fat, older oaf of a man who must have ended up with him. If he had been anything resembling my Mr. Hamad, this Anders wouldn’t be fawning for my attention.

I found supplies in my backpack. Two beautiful wood pencils sharpened for surgery, a brass pen with Mr. Hamad’s name in script, and a black notebook with thick suede covers and a steel spiral. The front cover had my name scripted in gold print.

“Lincoln Karsten”

It was like someone had gone to a back-to-school sale at a palace. Inside the notebook was a note from Mr. Hamad folded neatly and sealed with a little gold sticker. I was pretty sure it was actual gold with his initials, “S.H.” The note read:

“Sweet one. Make me proud. It will be hard, but you can do this. You are smarter than you think, and loved more than you understand.”

His handwriting was from another time; beautiful, practiced script. I unfolded it completely, split the seal sticker in half and used it to tape the note to the inside back cover of the notebook.

I turned to see Anders checking it out and I closed the notebook quickly and shot him a glare. His lips spread into a thin line with a twinge of guilt in his eyes. This was not for him to see. What Mr. Hamad and I shared wasn’t for anyone else.

The instructor returned then and saw us turned towards each other. He barked angrily then and smacked the top of my desk. I jumped a little in my seat and we both faced the front.

The next few hours were him barking at us in Arabic. Not much made sense. He showed pictures of a kitchen and pointed things out to us and then had us repeat the words for fridge, stove, microwave, “Thalaja, muqid, mojadisugra,” or something like that. Apparently I was doing better than the other two because he yelled at me less. We went through all kinds of household items and I struggled to take notes.

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When we broke for lunch, the man led us like a chain gang into the university campus. He got us plates of bland salad and had us sit in different groups of Arab students. Anders sat with what looked like the math club, weak little guys with vests and glasses. The other guy sat with what looked like a club of chunky video gamers. My group was some kind of sports team. I was put directly in the middle of their group and though they had impressive muscles, they smelled like they hadn’t yet discovered deodorant.

I expected them to be freaked out a little by having me plopped down in their midst, but they looked like they were used to this routine. The guy next to me was a little shorter and not as built as I was, but seemed to be the leader of this pack. They talked to me in Arabic until the instructor, “Sir,” walked away.

“That prick is intense,” said the guy next to me in a thick Arab accent with surprisingly good English. “I’m Khalid. Mr. Hamad chose me to lead your practice in the afternoons. I interned with his company the last two semesters. I won’t be like Mr. Bashir, your morning instructor. He’s intense. You play football?”

He had on a grey tank top and blue adidas workout pants with a pricy looking pair of gym shoes. The tank showed off his torso which wasn’t exactly built, but his toned, almond skin showed he must have made it to the gym most days. He had thick black hair across his chest that matched the black swoosh of gelled hair on top of his head. He had a thick silver chain around his neck with a little crescent dangling between his pecs.

“I’m Lincoln, and no, but I did play baseball back in California,” I offered and picked at the lettuce on my plate.

“Yes, I saw that in your file,” Khalid noted as his big brown eyes flashed a smile at me. “Your photo set was most revealing as well!”

“I… uh… Oh god,” I laughed nervously as he winked at me showing Mr. Hamad had likely included the full naked shots he took the day he hired me.

“Don’t worry, it was just for my eyes,” he nodded to the rest of the group. kastamonu escort He put a hand on my shoulder and though he was smaller and weaker than me, the power Mr. Hamad had in his touch flowed through his hand.

My new watch interrupted us. Mr. Hamad’s voice in Arabic flowed through it and Khalid grabbed my wrist. He brought it up towards his face and gave a wave, answering Mr. Hamad in Arabic. The two of them laughed. I sat there lost between the exchange. I didn’t know what they were saying, but it attracted the attention of Khalid’s friends at the table and they didn’t look at me respectfully. I looked down at my salad and tried to ignore them.

“I can tell he is going to be a very good boy, right, boy?” Khalid said and brought my wrist back in front of me. I saw Mr. Hamad smiling at me from the watch face.

“You will, little one. I know you will make me proud,” he said and offered me a hopeful smile.

I nodded, feeling like a total ass. I didn’t know what this was all about, but I felt like a pet dog dropped off at the daycamp.

“Use your words, little one,” Mr. Hamad said with a suddenly stern look. “My boy will make me proud.” There wasn’t a question in his tone.

“Yes… sir,” I said feeling my stomach turn. I looked over at Khalid who had a smile like he’d just won a fight. He had plans for me. He was small enough for me to pummel easily. I could wipe that look off his face and show them I wasn’t the hungry little fag they were describing.

But then I looked back at Mr. Hamad from my wrist and I knew this was part of my training. I also knew I really wanted back in his arms tonight to continue what he’d started on last night. I had to trust that this had a purpose. He did want to help me grow. “I will make you proud, sir.”

“I know baby boy. I have a meeting now, but I will be there to check your progress in two hours. I promise. Be good for Khalid,” He said and then tapped something to turn off the video. The watch went back to telling the time. 13:30.

“Eat your boy food, little one,” Khalid said to me with a smug grin to see how far he could push me. He nudged the salad towards me with a raised eyebrow.

“Dude, c’mon. That’s my thing with him. Not with you,” I said tilting my head to the side with pleading smile so I didn’t have to see anyone but him.

“Dude?” he said. His look turned serious and he gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Link, my boy, I pretty much own you for the afternoon, and I have a lot to teach you before he comes. Now eat your salad like a good little boy… or do you want to go back to Mr. Bashir, the morning instructor. He’s not nearly as nice, especially when his lunch is interrupted.”

I turned back to my salad, keeping my eyes down. I hadn’t realized how quiet the table of guys had gotten. I felt their eyes on me, watching to see if Khalid had power over the much larger blonde guy.

And he did. I thought about Mr. Hamad being upset with me if I embarrassed him here. Sometimes you have to sacrifice to get better things later. I knew when I got home he would reward me for letting Khalid be the big dick in front of his friends. I took a few bites of the bland salad and kept my eyes down. Soon the table returned to conversation in Arabic.

I felt Khalid’s hand on my back. We were sitting with the wall behind us so no one could see as he worked his hand around the waist of my uniform pants. He groped at my ass and I flinched, but kept eating without looking up.

“You want a bite, Lincoln?” he asked in a friendly tone and the smell of salty goodness hit my nose. I looked up and saw him holding a thick potato wedge in front of me. I thought it was a peace offering so I reached for it.

“Thanks,” I said, but he pulled it back.

“When an Arab man offers food to your face, the correct response is not to reach for it. It is not how things are done here,” he started. I lowered my hand back to the table.

“It is not an offer of food. It is an offer to feed you, a sign that he will take care of your needs. Let him provide and show your appreciation like a good little boy,” he said and brought it to my lips. I looked around the table and saw five faces staring at me. The light-skinned muscled guy across from me licked his lips thoughtlessly.

“You say please sir. Or if with Mr. Hamad you say ‘yarja baba,’ please daddy. It will show you know your place. You bring him pride by showing you know your place,” Khalid said gently. “You should speak to me as though I am him. It will be good to practice on me.”

“Yarja baba,” I whispered.

He pressed the potato through my lips and all the way to the back towards my throat. I gagged a little, but started to bite it. He pulled it back with a smile and then forced it in again. I trapped it this time with my teeth and he let go. I turned away from the group and chewed it up.

“Now, shukraan baba, thank you, daddy,” he said.

“Shukraan baba,” I said as I swallowed.

“That’s good. Let’s go now. We are due in the kayseri escort gym in 5 minutes. Leave the trays. Follow me,” Khalid said and stood. I stood next to him and our size difference became apparent once again. He was about Zaid’s height, but he seemed completely unfazed looking up at me. He put a hand to my shoulder and turned me towards the door and then walked ahead.

“Mr. Hamad will teach you how to be a business man in your own right. However, Lincoln, you must know that white boys are always below us,” Khalid said as I followed him across a courtyard of intricate blue tile and around a babbling fountain.

“You are tall, strong, and,” he paused and turned to me, “Honestly you know you are beautiful. Sun-kissed hair, eyes like the ocean, a body like ancient art… and that ass,” he turned me slightly and gave it a squeeze, “You are truly a gift of nature, Lincoln. There are many here who would do business with you just to afford the time taking you in. I can see why Mr. Hamad chose you. Your spirit is calm, your face is the picture of sweet, naive, American innocence… What was I… saying?” Khalid smiled, lost in his praise of my physique with his hand firmly cupping my ass. I felt him press against my leg with a massive bulge in his workout pants.

“That I am below you,” I laughed thinking he must have some dark fantasies about me going on in his head.

“Yes,” he continued walking towards a glass door without catching the irony. “You must not allow yourself to be filled up with all of the adoration you will receive. That is how many boys like you get ruined here. They forget that first and foremost your value lies in your submission to us, your devotion to your lion. A loyal cub is worth everything. I have watched boys with half your looks be spoiled by their lions until they are disrespectful brats who must be put away quietly elsewhere.”

We went through the glass doors and I followed up three flights of stairs to another hallway. At the end was a private room the size of a standard double garage. The walls were mirrors except for one side which was all glass looking out over the dry mountains. There was a scale, sets of free weights, two treadmills, and a few other cardio machines. One corner had yoga mats and a cabinet.

“This should be stocked for us. I expected you to be smaller,” Khalid began as he moved towards the cabinet. “Go ahead and strip, I think these clothes will still work for you.”

He pulled out a small pile of clothes and set them on the weight bench. He turned to me and instantly frowned seeing I was still standing there.

“Do you need assistance?” he said mockingly. “You can’t workout in your learning uniform. Put these on.”

I took a step towards him and looked at the clothes. I held up a small blue jockstrap with an oddly small pouch, a grey tank top that was size small, and blue stretchy shorts that would barely cover my ass. I slid off my shirt and realized he was doing the same. He already looked prepared for a workout.

I folded my shirt and then went to take off my shoes. I set the shoes against one wall and put my shirt on top of them. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them off, folding them nicely as well. I turned to him in my blue briefs and saw he was already completely naked.

“Woah, fuck,” I said without thinking as I slid my briefs to my ankles. Khalid had the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It was soft but fat and snaked down past a set of huge egg-shaped balls. His cock was two shades darker than the rest of him and thicker than a boa constrictor. It made it look even more foreign against his smaller frame.

“You will get used to us, little one,” Khalid laughed and his eyes looked at my soft cock. I covered it with my hands feeling completely insufficient.

“No need for shame, Lincoln. No one here expects you to measure up to us. It would be a medical anomaly if you did!” Khalid laughed. He came towards me, swinging the arab club as he picked up the jockstrap and held it to me. “This should work. I got a boy’s size so it stays on you.” He didn’t seem to be joking.

I stepped into it and pulled it up my legs. The pouch barely covered my cock and balls, my blonde pubes poked out of the sides. It was tight, but stretchy and I felt somewhat secure. I finished dressing as I watched him wrestle his monster into his own well-stretched red jockstrap. It poked out obscenely like he’d smuggled a Big Mac.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as I slid up the too small shorts. They cupped my package and had this built in support under it that lifted and displayed it. I paid it little attention though as he sat on the weight bench and tied his shoes. He made no move to put on anything other than the jockstrap.

I unthinkingly licked my lips as he turned and squatted on the floor to fold his clothes into a small pile. His dark ass spread in two perfect bubbles as I slipped on the tight tank top that showed off my chest. His ass was smooth with a small patch of hair creeping up the center.

I got caught up thinking about how I’d look pumping him full of my thick, white cock in that squatted position. I’d make him bounce on it while I sucked at his smooth, perfect skin. That fat Arab snake would bounce in the stretched jock every time I drove deep inside him. He’d beg me for all of it as I showed him I was most definitely not beneath him.

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“Oh god,” he moaned in sheer delight as he felt lips travel down past his navel and toward his most private locales. A hand reached inside his boxers, and he managed to squeak a “Don’t stop” before his body began to shudder gently.

“You like that, don’t you?,” came the familiar voice from between his thighs.

Tony smirked and shuddered all over. He leaned up onto his elbows, and beamed down at his lover. “Yes, Benj, I love it! Now quit talking and suck me, gorgeous!”

“Mmm,” Benji moaned between licks, “I love it when you call me that!”

Matt entered the room, closing the door gently behind him. “And what about me?” he laughed. “Were you two going to have a party without me?”

Benji kept up his oral work on Tony, but stared up at his lover. “Mmmhmm,” he offered.

Both Matt and Tony erupted into laughter.

“Well, I’m here now and I brought a present!,” Matt grinned, shaking his head teasingly. This got his cousin’s attention. “Oh?” he inquired from his reclined position.

Matt pivoted slightly and opened the door behind him. “Come on in,” he called.

A familiar figure trotted into the hotelroom, his muscular arms swinging at his sides as he walked. Clad in a wifebeater and khaki shorts, he looked more like a toy derived for pleasure than a twin and best friend to one of the men occupying this room.

“Oh,” he gasped at the sight of Benji fellating Tony. “I….”

“It’s okay,” Matt coaxed. “We won’t hurt you! Remember what I told you outside?”

“That hatay escort you’d stop at any time, if I said to,” Joel repeated dutifully. He was visibly nervous and clearly uncertain about his surroundings. Matt moved toward the man, and made a crossing motion over his heart. “Cross my heart,” he smiled and Joel relaxed noticeably.

Tony’s breathing had returned to a labored pace, more frantic with Benji’s each stroke. “Oh god,” he moaned, getting the attention of their newest playmate. “Oh god, yes.”

Matt urged Joel. “It’s okay, you can go sit on the bed,” he offered.

He nudged Joel closer to the bed, where he sat so close to the edge he was practically falling off. Matt sat down alongside him and began to massage his shoulders gently. “Relax,” he whispered. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“He’s right,” Benji offered, suddenly sitting on his brother’s other side. “We’re not going to make anything happen that you don’t want to happen.”

“I appreciate that,” he smiled into identical warm brown eyes.

Benji leaned forward and whispered against his twin’s ear, “Can I kiss you?”

Matt eyed him with anger, mouthing a silent, “Fuck off!” as Benji leaned in closer to Joel.

“Yes,” Joel whispered. “I’d like that, Benj.”

“Good,” Benji winked. He leaned in and kissed gently along Joel’s jawline.

“You’re beautiful,” Benji whispered as he reached Joel’s earlobe. “So beautiful.”

“And so sweet,” came an equally faint ığdır escort whisper in the man’s other ear. He turned his head and met eyes with Matt’s sparkling brown irises. “Can I taste you?” he grinned.

“Mmm,” Joel offered in response and smirked.

“Not here,” Matt pointed to Joel’s plush pink lips. “Here,” he grinned as he placed his hand between the other man’s legs.

“Let him do it,” Benji whispered. “He won’t hurt you!”

Joel had never done anything like this before, and the thought hardened his cock and brought fear to his eyes simultaneously.

Tony watched as Matt and Benji pursuaded Joel into the carnal act that would bespell the end of his present life. He watched as Benji layed Joel down, Matt kissing his way softly down Joel’s deliciously firm stomach. He removed Joel’s shorts, Benji removing the wifebeater. It was like a choreographed dance; their movements perfectly atuned to one another. Benji knowing just where to touch his twin, Matt following his lead and bringing soft moans from Joel. Tony felt his cock stir as he watched Matt spread Joel’s legs, and kiss his upper thigh softly, grazing it gently with his teeth.

Joel’s breath was coming in labored gasps as Benji chewed gently on his erect nipples and Matt slowly worked his lips over Joel’s stiff cock. His large hands worked the shaft slowly as his lips chewed gently on the little cap. Joel moaned, exciting both Tony- who sat watching the entire act- and Matt and Benji, who continued ısparta escort to work perfectly together on bringing the young man over the edge.

“Oh yes, please, yes!” Joel shrieked as Matt pushed a finger gently inside his body, massaging his prostate.

“That’s right,” Benji cooed, licking first Joel’s right, then his left nipple. “Let Matt make you cum!”

“Oh god, yes!” Joel shrieked, ever closer.

“Joel?” Benji asked, stopping his oral assault and staring down at his groaning twin. “Do you want this?”

Joel didn’t hesitate in his response. There was no pause as he screamed, “YES!”

“May I?” Benji asked, glancing toward Tony for approval.

Tony nodded.

In perfect synchronization, Matt bit gently into Joel’s hard flesh as Benji’s teeth sank into a small, dark nipple. Joel called out, but was silenced by Benji’s hand over his mouth.

“Hush,” he smiled. “You’re ours now.”

Joel’s body thrashed, trying to extract himself from the jaws of both men. As he saw the blood begin to rise from his skin and run down his chest, he panicked. His fidgeting became a struggle; one which was quickly silenced by Benji’s hand grasping his throat.

“Shhh,” Matt whispered. “You can be one of us.”

“You can be by my side for eternity,” Benji offered, wiping Joel’s blood from his mouth and licking his lips.

“No!,” Joel cried. “No, no, no!”

“Yes!,” Matt leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Yes, yes, yes! You’re our pet now . . .”

Benji grinned and pushed Matt away, kissing his twin softly. “Now we are truly twins,” he smiled.

Joel simply convulsed, feeling himself dying slowly, painfully.

“A new toy,” Tony purred, running his hands through Joel’s dark hair languidly.

Matt nodded. “A new toy.”

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Worsel and Kim Kinnison were alone in the Galactic Patrol base, while all the other members left the base to do the duties assigned to them. Buscirk, Clarisse McDougal and the rest of Kim‘s comrades were busy with gathering information for the GP base. Kim didn’t have anything to do during the weekend so he decided to stay and give Lensman Worsel some company. Both of the Lensmen decided to stay on the base, to make sure that the Boskone invaders will not plan a surprise attack.

Worsel and Kim were both watching TV and channels from all over the galaxy to keep busy. Kim sat in a chair directly to the right of Worsel. While Kim was watching TV, he noticed that Worsel placed his right foot on his knee to become more comfortable. Kim continued to watch TV for a several more minutes. He look down again just as Worsel switched his left foot to be placed on his knee. Kim’s eyes were completely locked on the foot of Worsel as his sole was totally exposed for his own eyes to see. He suddenly felt a hardness between his legs.

Kim was totally surprised to get this kind of reaction. As Testosterone began following through his veins, he wanted to touch foot soles of Worsel to feel for his own pleasure.

Kim was totally sexually active like someone turned on a light switch inside of him. But suddenly it all stopped as it was interrupted as Worsel started to speak to him.

“Kim, I’m going to take a quick warm bath. It has been days since we bathed ” said Worsel.

“Alright. I see no objection!“ Kim replied . “Plus, it would feel great to wash off that space grime!“ It was about 10 o’clock at night just when they turned off the TV.

“Kim, eskişehir escort in case you need to go to bed,I already set up a bed for you in my room.”

“Ok that’s fine with me”

They both walked out of the TV room. Worsel and Kim Kinnison turned left to head for the bathroom, to bathe with each other. It was quite a plesant experience for both of the Lensmen. Worsel started to take please in the Human Kim taking his clothing off, revealing his lean, slender body to the Reptilian Lensman from Planet Valencia. Worsel suddenly started to spread out Kim’s pale human legs and placed them on his reptilian thighs. All of the sudden, Kim felt Worsel’s thin green tail travel into his warm anus.

“Oh yes Worsel! This is so great!” Kim moaned telepathically through his lens.

“Indeed!” Worsel replied. “This is only the beginning!” Worsel’s slender green hands slid themselves into Kim’s red pubic hair, giving the young human an erection. Kim started to kiss and lick the great reptilian all over his sleek, scaly body.

“Yes, yes!” Kim moaned through the Lens. “I’m looking forward to more indeed.” Then, the two Lensmen started to wash each other, feeling up on their bodies in great ecstasy.

Ten minutes past. Worsel and Kim both walked in the bedroom with a towel around their waist line. Kim already slipped on a robe and slipped off the towel. Wosel walked to his dresser to put on a nightgown and pulled off the towel from his waist and threw it on the floor. Kim saw Worsel being completely naked, his green body shining greatly.

As the Lensmen were putting on their gowns, they turned just enough to see each other’s cloaca. Kim started to get rather turned on as he continued to watch Worsel expose himself like that. Then Worsel jumped in bed with Kim. When he pulled over the covers, his feet were exposed; Kim could completely see gaziantep escort both of his soles.

“This is all have to be coincidence for this to happen.” Kim thought to himself in utter bliss.

As Worsel closed his crimson eyes, Kim crawled out of his bed very quietly. He walked toward Worsel’s exposed feet. His arm was extended to be able to touch the tough thick soles.

He then placed his hand completely flat on Worsel’s thin foot. Peter looked up and saw Worsel’s eyes were slightly open as he was watching him. He was very embarrassed on what he was doing to Worsel.

“Why did you stop?” Worsel asked telepathically. “It was starting to feel good.” Kim put a big grin on his face.

He forced his hand to touch every part of Worsel’s sole. His handed started from the heel and slowly worked its way up to the toes. He started to lick his lips as he wanted his tongue to taste the soles of Worsel’s feet. Kim quickly took off his robe to be more comfortable has he licks Worsel’s feet.

Worsel ripped the covers off of him. He then lifted up his nightgown to expose his cloaca fully for Kim to see. As Kim wetted Worsel’s feet with his saliva soaked tongue, Worsel’s grassy green and fleshy penis began to raise out of his body as it started grow and to become harder with every lick of Kim’s tongue.

Kim saw Worsel’s huge green penis that was fully covered with even more darker green veins. He started to press his tongue harder on Worsel’s foot, so he could fully taste and feel the thick sole that he is licking. Peter must have relicked some areas of the Valancian’s foot more than a dozen times.

“Kim, can you do me a favor?” Worsel asked calmly. “Could you lick my penis for me?”

“For you Worsel, anything!” Kim said to Worsel.

This was the right moment he was waiting for, he could finally taste Worsel’s genitalia giresun escort for the first time. Kim got up onto Worsel’s torso. He grabbed the Valancian’s penis at mid section. Kim didn’t waste any time tasting the pre-cum that was all over the crotch of Worsel, his secret crush besides Clarisse. With his other hand he started to stroke his own so he could also feel his pleasure with Worsel.

While Kim licked at Worsel’s tip, the alien Lensman was stroking his penis really fast so he could get full pleasure has he prepares for his orgasm. He continued to squirt out pre-cum for Kim to taste. Worsel felt his orgasm coming inside of him finally. This was the moment he have been waiting for. He started to stroked his penis with smoother, longer strokes.

“Oh Kim, it’s coming,” Worsel chuckled.

The Valancian felt it enter into his rock hard penis and just about nearing to the end. He felt his entire part of his body getting ready for this moment. As Kim watched Worsel preparing the big moment, a big rush of white creamy fluids shot right out of Worsel’s penis and out onto his chest, his wings/arms and stomach.

“Ahhh, that felt good,” said Worsel with long deep breaths.

Just as Kim saw Worsel’s event happen, he start to feel his own coming to him as well. Kim walk over to Worsel’s feet as he prepared for his own big event. Grabbing the outer toes, he stroked his stiff penis with fast against the huge left sole and soon a sudden splash of his own white creamy fluids went all over on warm surface.

Worsel took his semen and spread it all around his body so that every cell on his skin could fell his pleasure. Also Kim rubbed with his hands his semen all over Worsel’s soles like it was wax. As he got up, he saw the Valancian’s penis enter back into his body.

“Kim that was great lets go get some sleep so we could do that all over again tomorrow night”, said Worsel.

“Okay….” Kim smiled. “….but don’t you dare tell Clarisse about this, m’kay? ” “I won’t.” Worsel laughed. “Why would I?”

Kim and Worsel got dressed and Kim jumped back into bed. He was so exhausted from his great moment with Worsel as he just closed his eyes and he was fast asleep.

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Rick awoke in a daze. He opened his eyes to see a messy bed still damp in some areas from the sweat and semen. His bottom was so sore and his small balls felt achingly empty. He looked around the empty room and felt used. He wrapped a towel from the floor around his waist and went out looking for Jack. He went upstairs and came to the master bedroom.

“Hello?”

“Come in Rachel.”

Rick went in and saw Jack lying on the king sized bed stroking a new hard on.

“Glad you’re awake. I couldn’t stop thinking of your sweet ass Rachel. Go back downstairs, clean yourself up, and wait for me in the sex room.”

Rick did as he was told, washing himself and brushing his teeth in the shower. As he sat back down on the bed in the sex room, he couldn’t believe what had happened. He had willingly given his anal virginity to a man he met online and was currently waiting for him to come down and use his body again. But the thought excited him. Should he leave? Why was he wondering how else a real man like Jack use his body for pleasure?

The door opened. Jack saw his younger lover smile as he walked up to him. He leaned down and kissed him tenderly. He smiled as there was no need for a warmup. Rick surrendered his tongue and his mouth to him as willingly as his best trained boys. He stood up and closed his eyes and put hands on Rick’s head.

“How does a good girl greet her man?”

Rick bent down, got on his knees, untied the robe, opened the cloth and began worshipping his man’s pleasure tool and heavy hot balls. His left hand rolled the sacs while his right wrapped around the massive veiny shaft and began to stroke it. He wondered how this man could be so full and heavy again after the sex earlier. Rick opened his mouth and began to orally and manually worship. All other thoughts and doubts melted away when pleasuring his man. He learned how Jack reacted to different motions of his hands and tongue. For example, when he would roll the testicles with his fingertips, Jack would grunt in pleasure and it would fill Rick with joy to the point it was almost shameful. Why did it make him so happy to hear each grunt and groan according to his lips, tongue, and fingertips? Was he gay now?

“Lie down on your back with your head hanging off the edge Rachel.”

Rick did as he was told and was looking up at Jack’s manhood. Everything looked twice as big.

“Now you’re going to begin to learn to train your throat to take me deep. Don’t be scared. I will be gentle. Do you trust me?”

“Yes…”

“Ok, open your mouth for me Rachel. Breathe through your nose.”

Jack began slowly teaching and teasing his boy with his manhood into the awaiting mouth and face. Rick was shocked as all he saw were his man’s glorious testicles lowering onto his face. Big, heavy, hot eggs of a real man were being dragged across his face and then rested against his lips. Rick knew what to do and began lapping at them like an eager dog. He tried to suck them into his mouth.

“Feel how heavy they are for you?”

“Mmmmm”

“It’s your job to drain me again….”

“Mmmm Ok.”

“That’s a good girl, Rachel. Work my balls. Worship them. Show me how much you want what’s inside them. See how full they are for you? That’s a good girl…”

Rick did the best he would do, eagerly listening for the slighest grunt or moan from his man. To gain more control, elazığ escort he reached up and put his hands on Jack’s big hips and muscular glutes. Everywhere he touched, he felt the man’s power. He tried his best to pull him closer so that he could better pleasure the massive scrotum. Meanwhile Jack’s powerful hands and fingers roamed over the boy’s chest, grabbing his pecs like breasts and even twisting and pinching the nipples a bit. He loved hearing his boy’s learn that their chests were also for a man’s pleasure.

Jack then pulled back. “It’s time, Rachel. I’m going to show you a new talent you have to build with me because I like depositing into my girls deep. You’re going to learn to control yourself and deep throat me. Relax and open your mouth…” Jack began to feed his manhood into a perfectly awaiting and angled mouth and throat. Rick semi choked when Jack’s tip reached the back of his throat.

“Calm now. Be a good girl. Calm…” Jack slowly inched his cock deeper and deeper. He could start to see the tip of his shaft fill the throat of the moaning boy beneath him. He felt his balls crush down on the boys face and nose. Gently he moved in and out edging a bit deeper each time. Rick reached up with his hands and began gently massaging and fondling the balls hitting his face. Jack smiled at how quick his new boy was learning what he liked. Rick was learning to control his breathing, learn when to swallow saliva so he could tighten on the thick shaft, and even dance his tongue along Jack’s manhood during every stroke. He slowly pulled his manhood out and let Rick catch his breath.

“Present yourself to me like a good girl Rachel.”

Rick got on all fours then lowered his face onto the mattress. “So good…” Jack caressed the ass he earlier enjoyed. He reached for the lube and began gently fingering in more and more. Rick knew what was coming and moaned in approval. Rick felt thick fingers explore him and manipulate him into squealing whenever they pressed on his prostate.

“Jack… Oh God… don’t tease me… Oh God…”

“Don’t tell me what to do. A good girl accepts whatever her man does.”

“Ok…”

Jack tossed the lube to his boy. “Prep me for your breeding Rachel.”

The young man jumped to his knees and started coating his lover’s glorious manhood with the lube. He couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky he was to be with a man who had such a tool and knew how to use it. He wondered how many boy’s before him had been on its receiving end and thought to himself that he wanted to be remembered forever as the one who brought Jack the most pleasure. He wanted to be the best in bed for Jack in the whole world – again, an embarrassing but truthful thought.

Once the shaft was ready, he went back to his position to receive his man. But Jack put his hand on the boy’s back and pushed down until Rick was flat on his stomach. He wondered why he was in such a pinned position. He felt the bed rock as his man got on top of him, knees on each side of his thighs, clamping them shut.

“Do you know why you will love this position?

“No…”

“This way, I can pin you and pound you and best hit your G-spot…”

Rick realized he was going to explode in delight if that were to happen. Already the physical control this man had over his body position was thrilling. It was strange to think that he couldn’t erzincan escort move or get away if he wanted.

Jack began kneading the boys butt, spreading and exposing his love hole. He aimed his manhood the hole and pressed forward. He popped in. Rick gasped and moaned. He couldn’t believe it was the same dick he took earlier. Everything was infinitely tighter in this position. Jack lowered himself balls deep in a few slow strokes each time hitting or rubbing his boys prostate. Rick moaned uncontrollably. He knew he was no longer in control of his body. The older man began more and more forcefully bottoming out and hitting the prostate. The sound Jacks hungry muscular body pounding Rick into the bed filled the room, each crash triggering the boy’s screams. All Rick could do was wiggle himself deeper into the bed under his lovers weight, his hands frantically grabbing at the sheets and his lower legs kicking up, toes curled tightly.

Rick was in another dimension and couldn’t help exploding. The feeling of being pinned under a man and Jack’s thick manhood hitting his prostate was more than he could bear. Jack was whispering in his ear more and more dirty things.

“You’re the best Asian I’ve ever had. I’m going to love pounding this pussy I own every chance I get. God, you’re such a good girl to me.”

“Oh my God Jack… Jack…. Jack… I’m going to cum…. Jack! I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I can’t help cumming!”

“Good, cum for me Rachel. Cum for your man.”

Rick nearly blacked out again as his body shuddered. Spray after spray of watery sperm came from his much smaller cock soiling the bedsheets. Jack pulled out of him and sat back as the young boy’s body curled up and rolled over onto his back, eyes closed and chest heaving from pleasure. It was a look of bliss he had seen so many times before.

Rick began to be able to open his eyes and look at the ceiling. He realized where he was and what had just happened again. His bull of a man was sitting next to him as he recovered from the earth-shattering orgasm. Rick couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago, he would have called himself straight. Jack and his talented manhood had totally turned his life around and shown him the joys of receiving a real man and his semen.

He caught his breath only to realize that Jack was still rock hard and hadn’t cum yet. reached out and grasped the thick shaft and whispered to his older lover, “Can I ride you?”

Jack smiled and turned onto his back with his head and upper body propped up against pillows. He put his arms behind his head and smiled to see his boy’s transformation into an amazing girl. Rick straddled him with his hands on his lover’s chest, aimed his lubed bottom properly and slowly began to sink onto the hot flesh until he felt the warmth of his bottom resting on Jack’s big balls. He began slowly bounce up and down and loved seeing Jack’s face react in pleasure each time he impaled himself on his real man. Jack’s hands moved to the boy’s butt, helping to lift him up and crash him down all the way. His hands set the pace and it was quickening. Rick couldn’t help being mesmerized by his lovers face and grunts. He reached out, put his hands on the older man’s face, and leaned down to kiss his man. He felt embarrassed to say what was in his head but he couldn’t help it.

“Fill me up… Fill me up Jack… I erzurum escort love it…. I love being your girl…. Fill me up… I love being your girl. I was born to be fucked by you.”

Jack couldn’t help hungrily kissing back.

“You really love it?” Jack was now pistoning up into the boy’s ass. Rick could barely breathe.

“Yes… I love… y… it.”

“Thatta girl. Don’t stop kissing me. Show me how much you love me.” Rick’s brain hesitated but the strokes of a hot manhood impaling his body and the emotions of the moment got the better of him.

“I’m yours… I’m yours Jack…. Oh God…. I’m totally yours…. I love… you…”

That put Jack over the edge and he gripped his boy’s ass tight as he erupted up into his lover. Rick felt the thick manhood inside of him convulse and pump warm jets of semen into him. He felt complete lying still on top of a shaking man who was still giving his load. Rick held his man’s face and kissed him deeply, moaning each time he felt the manhood deep inside him flex and squirt until he felt nothing. He rolled onto the bed on his back next to Jack, his gaping ass leaking semen onto the bed again. He smiled as he saw the flaccid shaft and relaxed balls, knowing everything Jack had was inside him.

Jack couldn’t believe the intensity of the orgasm he just had. He also couldn’t believe what he had heard his young lover say right before he came. Surely it was just the moment. Rick was thinking about it too, embarrassed at the things that came out of his mouth, how much he loved kissing his man during sex, the electric connection to have a real man’s dick and tongue inside of you at the same time.

“We better get you home before someone starts looking for you. I’m going to go up and get dressed. See you down in the living room.” Jack slapped Rick’s now red butt and got up left, leaving Rick in amazement at all that had happened since arriving at this man’s house. As he got up and walked out into the living room looking for his clothes, he couldn’t believe he had so intensely given up every bit of his body to this man, again old enough to be his dad and unknown more than week ago. It felt strange to put his clothes back on. It was strange to walk. His bottom was so sore.

Not many words were said on the drive back to the cafe where Rick’s car was still parked. Jack didn’t put his hands on his boy’s legs like he had on the way home earlier.

“You will be sore and should take a few days to recover. I’ll contact you later.”

“Ok…”

Rick got out and closed the door. He watched Jack drive off. He quietly drove home wondering if he would ever see him again. Maybe not. Maybe he was just one of countless boys brought home to be bedded, conquered, bred, and discarded. Maybe he shouldn’t have surrendered his body to a man he didn’t know. But the memories of how he felt receiving a man’s desire and taking a man’s cum confused him. It felt so good to pleasure a real, larger man. It was so fulfilling to make Jack cum inside of him. Nothing felt better than being held and used to dump semen. He hoped to hear from Jack again but decided to not meet someone online again. Maybe this one time, being an girl in a stranger’s bed was enough.

For the next few days, it was hard to walk. Rick told people that it was because he had been working out. He even deleted his online posts for an older lover and deleted all the replies he had gotten so far. He even deleted Jack’s emails. But he couldn’t delete the photos of Jack’s manhood, his thick penis, his enormous heavy balls, and huge loads of semen. He kept them on a secret drive and found himself staring at them multiple times a day.

To be continued…

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Chapter Seven: Durango Interlude

The next morning, after breakfast at a small way station where there was another change in drivers and the two elderly ladies got off—in the middle of nowhere, as far as Glade could tell—Tex followed Glade back to his seat. Tex sat down beside Glade and jacked him off again while murmuring in his ear about how nice he was—and how really sweet he’d been the night before.

“We’ll be in Durango this afternoon,” he said when he was finished with the hand job and Glade was lying back in the seat, mellow and satisfied.

“Will we?” Glade murmured.

“It’s pretty expensive in Denver, you know,” Tex said from out of the blue.

“Is it?” Glade asked.

“Sure you got enough to get started there?”

“There’s never enough, I’ve found.”

“Could you make good use of, say, two hundred more?” Tex asked.

“Who couldn’t?” Glade responded. He was just making small talk, not really following the conversation that closely. Tex gave great hand jobs.

But Tex wasn’t just making small talk. “You know you can stop off in Durango and get on the bus later on the same ticket?”

“Can you?” Glade said.

“Yes, you can. You know, I’ve been thinkin’. Dusty and me had promised to bring something back to the boys at the ranch from Abilene and we plumb forgot to do that.”

“Did you?”

“Yep. We got a pole in the middle of our bunk house. You could stop over for a day or two and give them guys a pole dance. I’m sure I could collect at least $200 for you if you entertained the boys. They’ve got more money than they had time to go into Durango and get their rocks off. What do ya say to that?”

“Just pole dancing? I wouldn’t have to give them sex?”

“Well, maybe $500 for the works. Not sure I could control the guys in the bunkhouse once you got them heated up.”

What Glade was thinking was that no matter how far down the road this bus had taken him, he was still in Abilene. But what he said was, “Sure, why not?” As Glade had already noted, Tex gave the best of hand jobs and there he was, hand on Glade’s belly, stroking the rosebud tattoo with his thumb while he was making his proposition.

The ranch was a good hundred miles out of Durango in the direction of nowhere, but the bunk house did, indeed, have a wooden pole holding up the center of it. There were six interested cowboys out there in nowhere in addition to Tex and Dusty. Glade danced for them to a scratchy record on an old-fashioned record player, wearing one of the sparkly gold G-strings he’d brought with him from Rapier. Glade wowed them and then they fucked him—all eight of them in succession over a three-hour period. A few had seconds. It was clear they didn’t get into Durango often enough to sufficiently get their rocks off.

Glade heard Tex telling the other cowboys how turned on he got when his rosebud tattoo was rubbed, and they all made sure to give it attention, and thus they all got enthusiastic fucks.

They may have gone another exhausting round, but the foreman broke up the party and extracted Glade and helped him hobble out of the bunkhouse and into his cabin—where the foreman bent Glade over a chair and satisfied his own need.

Glade made $750 off that afternoon of work, and Tex suggested that he stay on for a while—that the cowboys worked harder with a daily fuck and that there was plenty of money from where the $750 had come from.

But Glade really, really wanted to get out of Abilene, in more ways than just geographically.

Tex was good for his promise; he drove Glade back to the bus station in time to catch the next bus rambling through from Abilene to Denver. The bus he’d meant to take left before they got there and Glade had to take a later one, though, because Tex stopped behind a rock formation before dropping down into Durango and fucked Glade again in the backseat of the ranch’s station wagon. Tex gave him another fifty for that, though.

* * * *

The bus between Durango and Denver was more crowded than it had been on its initial leg into Durango. It was getting closer to big towns, and there was much more of a variety of people getting on and off as the bus rumbled along.

In Colorado Springs a middle-aged guy in a business suit got on. He caught Glade’s attention, because he looked like someone who should be driving a Mercedes rather than riding in a Greyhound bus. He was smartly dressed; was in good, and obviously pampered condition; and he was flashing a big diamond ring. It struck Glade that this looked like just the sort of guy he was looking for in Denver.

The man looked around the bus as he got on. It was half full, although most of the passengers were in the front half. His eyes caught Glades and stopped there. Thinking what Glade had been thinking about how the man was the type who filled his Denver bill, Glade gave him a more welcome smile than was absolutely necessary. The man’s eyes sparkled up and he returned Glade’s smile. Then he was moving toward Glade, who, despite diyarbakır escort the connection their eyes had made, was surprised when the man came all of the way back to where Glade was sitting and sat down in the aisle seat next to him. There were other vacant seats back here, but the man ignored them all and sat next to Glade.

He took his suit coat off and slung it into the overhead bin before he sat down. His warm arm was rubbing up against Glade’s, and his thigh was touching Glade’s. Glade felt like he was going to hyperventilate. He looked down and was somewhat distressed that if the man looked in his lap too, he’d see that the young man was tenting up. It wasn’t so much that the man was drop-dead gorgeous as that Glade’s mind was racing ahead at the prospect of having one man to keep him and to take care of him.

But he wasn’t looking at Glade’s lap, or so Glade thought. He came on with a briefcase and had taken some papers out of it and was sifting through those, looking for something.

The bus was out on the highway now.

“Wouldn’t you know it?” the man muttered.

“What?” Glade asked more out of politeness than curiosity.

“They gave me a receipt back there at the garage, and now I can’t find it. It had their telephone number on it. I’ll need that to find out when the car will be fixed.”

“The car?” Glade asked, surprised. The man was on a bus.

“Yeah. My Merc broke down back there in Colorado Springs. God, I haven’t had to ride a bus in years. But I needed to get back to Denver by this evening and the bus station was right there by the garage. It would have been more complicated to get a rental car. You come from far away?”

“From Abilene,” Glade answered.

“Working there, were you?”

“Yeah, a place called Rapier.” Glade had no idea why he told the man that. All he could think of was that he had been disconcerted by the man touching him. That and assuming he’d have no idea what Rapier was.

“Ah, I see,” the man said.

And, for a moment, it seemed like he did, indeed, see. He had turned to Glade and was giving him a hard look. To try to cover, Glade asked him about where he lived and what he did for a living.

“I’m a few miles out of Denver. Out toward the mountains. Run a specialty service of sorts out there. A few other businesses in town. You might be more interested in what I have going in Golden, though.”

Glade let that sit. He didn’t pursue the question further.

The man gave Glade a look as if expecting Glade to ask him about the business in Golden. But when Glade didn’t, the man settled back in his seat and started talking to Glade about his family.

“No boys, damn it, but the range of ages in girls,” he snorted as his monologue moved along. “And each of them comes with a set of different age-stage attitudes. Daughters are such a challenge. You have any girlfriends with tattoos?”

“No girlfriends,” Glade answered. He was trying to keep his answers short. Glade was sure that the man would be able to hear his arousal in his voice if he said too much.

“Well then, boyfriends perhaps?” He’d let it come out straight, as if there was nothing behind it. But Glade saw him eyeing his tented lap and began to figure out he was building up to something. Glade said nothing, but he knew the man could feel the intake of his breath and how tense he’d gotten.

“Tattoos aren’t so bad,” Glade said after a pause.

“Oh, you got any?” he asked.

“One.”

“Somewhere I can see it?”

“Just here, near my navel,” Glade said, raising the hem of his T-shirt to show the man the blue rosebud tattoo. The man touched it with his finger, and Glade fell apart and his gym shorts tented up even further—and noticeably. And the man was looking at the bulge now. No doubt.

He looked into Glade’s eyes for a moment and then said, his voice suddenly hard, commanding, “Go back to the restroom at the back of the bus, and enter, but don’t latch it.”

“What . . .?”

“I’m betting you’re a rent-boy and will let me fuck you for this hundred-dollar bill I’m placing here in your seat pocket. If I’m wrong just stay here when I go to the john. I’ll move to another seat when I return. You can slip the money back in my laptop and I’ll pick it up on my way back up the aisle.”

“You knew I’d go for that?” Glade asked.

“I knew when I got on the bus and saw you that I wanted to fuck you—if I could. Nothing you have done or said since I sat down here is telling me I can’t fuck you for money.”

Dumbly, knowing already what would happen, Glade stood up and walked by the man’s legs as he swung them into the aisle and unsteadily—not only from the rolling gait of the moving bus—walked back to the compact bathroom at the back corner of the bus, and entered it.

Shortly afterward, the door opened, and the man was inside the small bathroom—and soon was inside Glade. He’d rolled a condom on before coming back and he merely unzipped himself again, edirne escort reached down and pulled Glade’s gym shorts and briefs off his legs and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Glade then was naked. The man wasn’t, but he unbuttoned his shirt so that their chests would be Glade’s smooth skin against the man’s hairy chest. The bus john wasn’t big enough for two people—it wasn’t meant to be big enough for two people—and the two of them were plastered together. But that was sort of the idea anyway—the two of them melding into one, connected by the man’s dick in Glade’s ass.

Glade climbed the man’s hips with his legs, and the man held Glade there against the back paneling of the bus restroom, his legs straddling the toilet basin. He fucked Glade hard and deep by pulling the young man up and down on his cock with broad hands palming and spreading Glade’s butt cheeks, giving him deeper, wider access in Glade’s channel. He had obviously done this before, and he was good at it.

Glade turned his face toward the mirror over the basin and watched the other man’s thumb strumming the rosebud tattoo. It wasn’t long before Glade ejaculated up his belly.

Glade returned to his seat first, leaving the man to try to clean up the damage—semen stains and wrinkles—to his shirt. The young man looked around the bus as he moved up the aisle, but no one was showing any interest. No one had noticed.

Soon thereafter, the man plopped back down into the seat next to Glade, looked around to see who, if anyone was watching, reached into Glade’s gym shorts, pulled out his cock, and slowly stroked him.

“That was nice,” he said. “You know what you’re doing. You mentioned Rapier in Abilene. A professional, aren’t you?”

“A dancer. A professional dancer, yes,” Glade answered between sighs brought about by what the man was doing with his cock.

“And other things too?”

“Yes . . . OK . . . yes. I’ve done other things too.”

“A professional escort—a rent-boy too?”

Glade didn’t answer. He didn’t really have to.

“You’re good. You’re really good. I like that little thing you have going of turning on quickly when your tattoo is touched. Genuine is that, or an act?”

“It’s what happens,” Glade answered.

As if the man was rechecking, he reached over and pressed a finger from the hand not working Glade’s cock into the tattoo, and the young man shuddered and collapsed into himself and moaned for the man.

“Sweet. How well can you give head? I’ll give you a twenty for a blow job.” He was unzipping himself and pulling Glade’s head down to his cock, and Glade showed him that he was an expert in that too.

“Very nice,” he said when Glade was done and had pulled out a twenty, which the rent-boy pocketed without comment.

“That special service I said I operated in the hills above Denver. It’s a men’s club. A special men’s club. Would you be interested in working for me up there? At, let’s say, $1,000 a week and a place to stay, plus any tips you get, for starters?”

As far away from Abilene as I travel, Glade thought, I still never can leave Abilene, it seems.

But now he had a goal, even if it was, in some ways, a lot shorter-term goal than Glade had thought he would have.

Chapter Eight: Denver Interlude

“See that man over there? I want you to give him a good time.”

“He already looks like he’s having a good time with Lucky,” Glade answered the owner of the club outside Denver. The two were standing by the beaded-curtain-covered doorway linking the administrative wing of the Gentlemen’s Club with the entertainment floor. A Chippendales men-like revue was winding down on the stage down in front of the room. Glade had been one of the dancers who just had left the stage. He’d seen the club owner motioning to him and had gone over to talk to him.

“Lucky is just sitting with him to warm the guy up. He’s asked for you. He’s important to the club, so show him a good time.”

Glade already knew the man must be important to the club, or the club owner wouldn’t have told Glade to service him. The owner was increasingly keeping Glade to himself and he never had given Glade to just anyone. Glade recognized the man he was being sent to and knew exactly why he was important. He was a Denver city councilman and was head of the board of one of the most powerful banks in the city—one that the Gentlemen’s Club used, Glade knew.

“You don’t recognize the patron, do you?” the club owner asked, turning his searching gaze on Glade.

“No, of course not,” Glade answered. “I don’t recognize any of the patrons.”

“Good boy,” the man said, approvingly. “Now go over there and make him want you.”

As Glade approached the table, one of the premium ones in the room, Lucky saw him and disengaged himself from the patron. He gave Glade a wink in passing. He’d known he was just in a holding action until Glade got off the stage.

Glade slid in to the space Lucky had vacated and turned a smile edirne escort bayan toward the patron.

“Hi, I’m Glade. I understand you asked for me.”

“Yes, I did. Saw you dancing up there and needed to get to know you better. Liked watching that tattoo of yours while you danced. You can call me Phil.” The man was reaching a big mitt over toward Glade’s tattoo. Glad wasn’t wearing much other than biker shorts that didn’t hide much of anything, and a bow tie, wrist cuffs, and suspenders were the only parts of a shirt he was wearing. The blue rose tattoo to the lower left of his navel, the only body art Glade wore, in contrast to a lot of the other rent-boys, was clearly visible.

“Let’s not touch that yet,” Glade said, teasingly, as he intercepted the man’s hand and moved it straight to his crotch. “That’s a surprise for later. You have someplace more private than this, don’t you, Phil? You’re a real hunk, and I don’t think I can wait long for it. The dance made me all keyed up.”

If the man wanted to be called Phil that was OK with Glade, even though he knew the man really was a Ted. He wasn’t anything close to a hunk, either, although he was better put together than many of the patrons coming to the Gentlemen’s Club, who, on the whole, showed the age and wear and tear it took for them to be able to afford to come to the Gentlemen’s Club. The man wasn’t trim. He had a beer belly on him, although not one that was too gross, and his face showed the ravages of one too many surgical fixes. But he had a full mane of hair and there was muscle under that layer of fat. And there was nothing wrong with his equipment. He could get hard, as Glade was finding out with explorations of his own under the tabletop.

Phil did, indeed, have someplace more private for them to go to—through one of the tunnels to a sumptuously appointed bungalow that prominently featured a king-sized bed. Glade well knew that the bed came with restraints and various other forms of bondage, but Phil didn’t have a need for those. Phil just wanted to fuck—after blow jobs received and given, of course.

Phil was on his back on the bed, languidly looking up at the gorgeous body of Glade, naked, straddling his hips and slowly riding his cock. Glade had on his dreamy expression as he leaned over, placed the heels of his hands on Phil’s nipples, and started a circular rubbing action on them that matched the circular move he was making with his channel on Phil’s throbbing cock.

Glade could feel the man trembling under him, building up to losing control. The rent-boy helped him along with that; he took one of Phil’s hands in his and moved it to the rose tattoo. As Phil rubbed the tattoo, Glade came alive, gyrating on the cock and thrashing about, turning his face to the ceiling and yodeling his pleasure in the fuck.

Catching on to the spirit, Phil rose and turned at the same time, trapping Glade’s body, now on all fours, under him. Phil maintained his touch on the rose tattoo as he got Glade under him, doggy style, and began pumping in earnest, with Glade thrashing about under him and thrusting his hips back on the cock, as the city councilman thrust his cock forward.

* * * *

The club owner’s name—the man who had met and used Glade on the bus from Colorado Springs to Denver—was Stewart Wilson, and his club was everything that the man had promised. The club was in Golden, in the foothills of the Rockies on the western edge of Denver. Golden was publicly famous for having the first brewery of the Coors beer empire. There was a lot less fame for the Gentlemen’s Club, although it was just as well known as Coors in some circles. The club was definitely high end—and expensive. It was set in a bowl reached by, but masked from Route 6 by, a mountain before 6 ended in Interstate 70. The compound was like a fortress, with high security on the gates, through which a fleet of some of the most expensive and sporty brands of cars entered and exited. The parking garage was under the main club house so that cars couldn’t be ID’d even from overhead. A series of little bungalows were scattered around, just inside the compound walls. They were given privacy by heavy foliage but also some were reached by underground tunnels from the main building.

Wilson had provided the best of everything. And, Glade having made an instant highly favorable impression on him on the bus from Colorado Springs to Denver, Glade was saved for the best of the best.

There was no dancing and stripping for Glade on poles on the club’s bar tops while men gathered below him, extending ten-dollar bills, although he would do this in private and he did dance and strip as a featured performer in the more glitzy stage revues. Like the other young men, he strutted around the club floor in biker shorts, bow tie, and white shirt cuffs, with diamond stud cuff links—but no shirt. But he didn’t go on stage to strip by himself. He was included in strip revues and he was as surprised as Wilson was to find he had an excellent singing voice, but he was put on stage only long enough each day he worked to attract attention. And attract attention he did. He didn’t walk around long before some high roller paid to have him join his private party.

Shortly after Glade had been taken on at the club, he wondered if he should change his name again.

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Five of us went camping on that night that changed my life. One of the guys had an older brother who purchased a case of beer for us, and we hiked up into the woods to our favorite camping spot. After building a fire and drinking a couple of beers each, we began talking about sex.

Yancy was the lucky one, and he told us some great stories about his current girlfriend, who had a reputation as a slut. She was two years older than Yancy, and according to him she was fucking him on a regular basis. I was still a virgin, although my current girlfriend and I had recently begun exploring each other tentatively. I was fascinated by Yancy’s description of his sexual exploits with his girlfriend and soon had a raging hard-on.

As the night wore on we all became a little drunk, and the stories became a little more outrageous. At one point one of the guys suggested we hike back down the hill for a little adventure. His next door neighbor was a pretty young girl named Tina who frequently walked around her room nude and there was a good spot to watch her through her bedroom window. We all thought that was a great idea, so off we went.

When we arrived at Tina’s house, she was not in her room so we sat quietly and waited. Our vantage point was only about 10 feet from her window so we would have a great view if she showed up. Luckily, after a few minutes she walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel. Tina was a beautiful girl, with dark hair, big eyes, and very well-developed. She slipped out of her towel and gave us a full frontal view as she dried her hair and began brushing it. She had perfect tits, and a thick patch of pubic hair. Then she turned her back to us and sat at a small vanity table, giving us a great view of her perfect ass.

My cock was throbbing as I thought of all the things I would like to do to Tina. The other guys were also staring at her with rapt fascination until one of them decided to get a closer view. He crept toward the window and stumbled over something in the yard, making a hell of a racket. Tina jumped up and turned to the window, and I had another brief glimpse of her gorgeous body before the back door crashed open.

“Who the fuck is out there?” Tina’s father bellowed as the five of us sprinted across the backyard and leapt across the fence. “I’ll kill you fuckers!”

As I cleared the fence I noticed a police cruiser turning onto Tina’s street and yelled a warning to my friends. Just then the blue lights came on and the cruiser accelerated toward us. Three of my friends ran across the street and into another yard. My best friend Jeff and I turned back, hopped the fence into Tina’s yard, and sprinted across to the other side. Tina’s father had seen us by then and chased after us, but we easily outran him and vaulted the fence on the far side of her yard. We ran through several more back yards until we reached the woods, and then ran until we were exhausted. We laughed at our close call, and wondered if our other friends had managed to get away.

Jeff and I hiked back towards the campsite, but about halfway there it started raining hard and we began running again. Then it began to thunder and lighting struck somewhere nearby. We gave up trying to make it to the campsite and ran to a small barn that we knew would be dry. We climbed up the ladder to the hayloft and sat on some hay as we caught our breath.

Jeff and I were both soaking wet and stripped out of our clothes to let them dry. It was pitch black except when the lightning flashed, so we couldn’t see each other. The hayloft was a popular spot for kids to party and have sex, and we groped around until we found a couple of old blankets and spread them out on the soft hay and lay down next to each other.

“Did you see Tina’s pussy?” I asked Jeff.

“God, yes,” he replied. “She’s perfect.”

My cock began to harden again as I remembered her perfect body. “I’d fuck her,” I said, “again.”

Jeff laughed and punched my arm. “You’re full of shit,” he said.

“Yeah, but I’d love to have a closer look at her hairy pussy. I’d like to get my tongue in there.”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with it!” Jeff exclaimed.

“I’d think of something,” I replied. “I didn’t realize how much she’s filled out.”

About then I realized Jeff was stroking his cock and I thought that was an excellent idea, so I began stroking mine as well. We lay there side by side jacking off as the rain crashed against the metal roof of the barn. I was thinking about Tina as I masturbated.

After a couple of minutes I heard Jeff shifting beside me, and then stopped stroking myself when I felt his hand on my thigh. I wondered what he was up to but made no move to stop him. Then his hand wrapped around the hand I had around my cock, and he whispered, “Let me do it.”

Blood surged into my cock and çorum escort I felt it grow even bigger. I hesitated only a second before I moved my hand away and felt Jeff’s hand close around my throbbing cock. Several thoughts ran through my mind as he began slowly stroking me – the first of which was how good it felt. The second thought was “this is wrong” but I quickly buried that one as I enjoyed the feeling. I reached over and took Jeff’s cock in my hand and we stroked each other for several minutes.

I had a fairly large cock – about 7 ½ inches and very thick. Jeff’s cock was even longer than mine but not quite as thick. It was very hot and felt good in my hand.

“I want to cum so bad,” Jeff said after several minutes. We stroked each other harder but after a few more minutes Jeff released me and began stroking his own cock hard and fast. I did the same, and we both came a few moments later.

We lay in the dark catching our breath. I was thinking of the time when my friend Johnny and I had masturbated together a couple of years before and I had licked his cum off his belly when he had fallen asleep. That was the only time I had ever had any thoughts about having sex with another guy, and now I was truly conflicted. Jeff and I had been best friends for two years and we had never done anything even remotely like what we had just done. I was confused and a little scared.

Jeff broke into my thoughts. “Do you think we’re gay?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I liked it a lot.”

“Me too,” Jeff replied. “I wanted to cum when you were jacking me off, and I wanted you to cum, too. I got scared though.”

“I’m still scared,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because I liked it so much,” I said, “and because I’d like to do other things to you and have you do them to me.”

“Oh God!” Jeff groaned. “Me too. We must be gay.”

We both lay quietly for a few minutes, lost in our own thoughts. I was having very conflicting emotions. I had a steady girlfriend, and we had recently begun fondling each other when the opportunities arose. I liked her a lot and was always horny when I was around her. I examined my feelings for Patty and realized I still wanted to have sex with her, but I also wanted to explore the feelings I was having about Jeff. I was a pretty popular guy at the small high school we attended. I was definitely a jock – I was the starting fullback and middle linebacker on the football team, and I was also on the wrestling team after football season and on the baseball team in the spring.

The high school we attended was very small and the community was small as well. If anyone ever found out about what Jeff and I had just done it would be all over school and town in no time. That scared the shit out of me.

“We can’t do this ever again,” I said to Jeff. “Even though it felt really good, and I’d like to do it again, we can’t.”

“I know,” Jeff replied. “If anyone found out, we’d be fucked.”

“And you still like girls, right? I asked. “You’d fuck Tina. I know I would. So how can we be gay?”

“You’re right,” Jeff replied. “I do like girls. I’d fuck Tina in a heartbeat.”

“Me too,” I said with relief. “This was fun, but never again, right?”

“Right.”

It took a long time to fall asleep, knowing Jeff’s naked body was only a few inches away from mine, but I was relieved that we had agreed not to go any further. I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to suck his cock and have him suck mine, and I finally fell asleep with a raging hard on.

The next morning we awoke early and dressed in our still damp clothes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Jeff’s long cock as he dressed, and I caught him looking at mine too. We hiked back up to the campsite, where we discovered our other friends had successfully returned after evading the police the previous evening.

Over the next couple of weeks I found myself thinking about Jeff often. We saw each other every day at school and at football practice, and outwardly everything seemed normal. In the showers after football practice I stole careful looks at Jeff’s cock, and caught him looking at mine as well. His cock was bigger than all the other guys except one, who was hung like a horse. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to have Jeff touch me again, and that I wanted to touch him. What scared me even more was that I was having erotic thoughts about some of the other guys as well.

The first weekend after Jeff and I had been together, Patty and I double dated with her best friend Becky and her boyfriend. After dinner and a movie, we went to a secluded spot and spent some time groping each other. Patty and I were in the backseat, and after several minutes of making out, I unzipped her jeans and denizli escort got my hand down into her panties. I managed to get a finger inside her, and loved the wetness and how she moved her crotch against my hand. She slipped her hand into my jeans and stroked my cock as well, and I thought I was in heaven. I liked it so much I knew I couldn’t be gay. However, when I got home it was Jeff I was thinking about as I masturbated.

The next day Jeff invited me to spend the night at his house the following weekend and I readily agreed. I told myself that nothing would happen, but I knew deep inside that if the opportunity arose I probably would not hesitate to once again touch Jeff’s cock and let him touch mine.

Friday night we won our first football game of the season. I ran for 121 yards and two touchdowns, and had 9 tackles and an interception. Jeff caught a touchdown pass and we beat our cross-town rivals 21 – 0. In the shower after the game, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Jeff’s cock. I was so confused.

Saturday I walked up to Jeff’s house and we messed around outside until after dark. Then we ate dinner with his family, and played pool in his basement until everyone else had gone to bed. We went up to his room about midnight. We both kept our shorts on and crawled into his queen-size bed.

“How did your date with Patty go last weekend?” Jeff asked as we lay side by side.

“Great!” I replied. “I got my finger wet, and she stroked my cock a little.”

“Lucky fucker,” Jeff said, and we laughed.

We were quiet for a few minutes, and then both started talking at once.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock for two weeks.” I said, at the same time Jeff said, “I know we said we wouldn’t, but I want to touch your cock again.”

We looked at each other and my cock began to swell.

“We shouldn’t,” I said.

“I know,” Jeff replied. “But I want to. I can’t help it.”

“Me either,” I sighed. “When I was with Patty I felt like there was no way in hell I could be gay, but I spent every other waking minute thinking about your cock.”

We talked for several minutes about what we were feeling. Neither of us knew what bisexualism was at that point, so we both assumed we were gay. We were both terribly conflicted, but there was nothing on earth that was going to stop us from experimenting further.

Soon we were both naked and stroking each others hard cocks. We kept the lights on this time so we could see what we were doing. Jeff’s cock was beautiful – fully 9 inches long and circumcised – and he had large balls. My circumcised cock was not as long but was much thicker than his.

“I want to come while you jack me off this time,” Jeff whispered.

As it turned out, I came first, spurting a huge load all over my belly and Jeff’s hand. Then he lay back and I stroked him until he whispered that he was going to cum, and shot a huge load of sticky white cum all over his chest and belly, and my hand. I raised my hand to my mouth and tentatively licked a little of Jeff’s cum as he watched. It was delicious.

“How is it?” He asked. “Delicious,” I replied. “Try it.”

Jeff raised his hand to his mouth and licked some of my cum off his fingers.

“Damn, that is good,” he said and licked his hand clean, while I was doing the same.

I wanted nothing more than to suck Jeff’s beautiful cock right then, but he had another attack of conscious and we spent the next hour talking about what we were doing and how we felt about it. In the end, we once again agreed that we had to stop. I fell asleep extremely frustrated.

Monday after football practice Jeff and I were waiting for my mother to pick us up. I had once again stolen peeks at his cock while showering, and I had decided that I didn’t care if I was gay; I wanted to have sex with him.

“Jeff,” I began. “I can’t stop thinking about having sex with you. I don’t care if it means I’m gay, I want to suck your cock and drink your cum. I like the way I feel when we’re together.”

“We’ll get caught eventually, and we’ll regret it forever,” Jeff replied. “It will ruin our lives and people will hate us.”

“We just have to be careful,” I said. “I know you want it as much as I do.”

“Oh shit, I do,” Jeff said. “Want to spend the night again Friday?”

“Hell yes.” I replied.

The week passed slowly. We won another football game Thursday night. I rushed for 64 yards and caught the winning touchdown pass. I also had 8 tackles. After the game Patty and I went to our favorite make out spot with Becky and her boyfriend. I sucked on Patty’s tits for the first time and fingered her wet pussy again. She actually had my cock out and jacked me off while we made out. It felt wonderful even though I didn’t cum, and I was more conflicted than ever.

Friday düzce escort finally arrived and Jeff and I anxiously waited for his family to go to bed. We finally got into his bed naked about 1:00 am. Less than 10 seconds later we were stroking each other.

After several minutes I said “I want to suck your cock.”

Jeff moaned. “There’s no turning back once we do that,” he said. “Are you sure?”

Instead of responding, I sat up and leaned over his thigh and kissed the head of his cock. He moaned with pleasure and I drank in the smell of him. I knelt between his legs and wrapped my left hand around his cock and looked into his eyes.

“If you tell me to stop, I will,” I said. “But I want to do this more than anything.”

“Okay, Drew,” he said. “I want you to suck my cock.”

I smiled and lowered my head to his cock. It was very warm and throbbing. Clear pre-cum oozed out of him, and I licked it, savoring the flavor. I had licked my own pre-cum many times, and loved the taste, but Jeff’s tasted so much better. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked gently. Jeff moaned with pleasure and he bucked his hips upward, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I lowered my head, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, and then gripped his shaft with my lips. Jeff was writhing with pleasure as I moved my mouth up and down on his cock while stroking his shaft with my left hand.

I bobbed my head up and down maybe a dozen times when Jeff suddenly thrust his hips upward, forcing his hard cock deep into my mouth. I started to gag and suddenly his cum was spurting down my throat. I quickly swallowed as he spurted over and over into my mouth, but I couldn’t quite swallow it all and some of his hot cum slid down my chin.

“Oh, my God!” Jeff exclaimed quietly as his cock spasmed. I continued swallowing until he was through, and then continued sucking on his cock, which remained fully erect. I stroked his hard shaft with my left hand and squeezed his balls gently with my right. I just did what I thought would feel good and it obviously did because Jeff came again about 10 minutes later. I swallowed all of his hot cum and his cock began to go limp.

I had enjoyed the whole experience tremendously. I loved his musky smell and the taste of his cock and pre-cum, I loved the feel of his cock in my hand and in my mouth, and I especially loved the taste of his cum. I had tasted my own before, but Jeff’s tasted incredible. At that moment I couldn’t imagine a future that did not include sex with Jeff. My experiences with Patty were fun and I enjoyed being with her, but I had to admit to myself that I wanted Jeff and I wanted his cock more than I wanted Patty.

Jeff opened his eyes and looked at me. I was concerned that he would not want to return the favor, but he smiled and said “my turn.” I gave his cock one last lick, then rolled onto my back and spread my legs. Jeff crawled between my legs and took my hard, wet cock into his hand.

“I have never felt anything that felt that good,” Jeff said. “I want to make you feel the same way.”

When the tip of his tongue touched the head of my cock it was like a bolt of electricity went through me. His warm hand was wrapped around the base of my throbbing erection, and he licked up the pre-cum that covered the head of my cock. I was dripping wet. Then Jeff lowered his mouth and tightened his lips around my cock.

I’ve had hundreds and hundreds of blow jobs since the first one Jeff gave me. My cock has been sucked by men and women, young and old, amateurs and paid professionals. While all of them were good, that first one is still the best. Jeff was as inexperienced as I was, but he did what he felt would feel good, and he mimicked what I had done to him, and it felt incredible. I lasted about five minutes before shooting a huge load deep down his throat. He continued sucking me, stroking me and squeezing my balls, and I had a second orgasm several minutes later. Jeff laid his head on my thigh with his face buried in my crotch, and we both fell asleep a short time later. I don’t recall having a single negative thought about what we had just done before falling asleep.

I awoke very early the following morning with Jeff once again sucking my rock hard cock. I relaxed and fully enjoyed the incredible sensations that he was giving me with his hands and mouth. I came again a short time later, and then sucked Jeff again until he came in my mouth. It tasted as good as it had the night before, and I was hooked. I knew that no matter what, sex with Jeff was going to be a regular part of my life for the foreseeable future.

After swallowing Jeff’s cum, I moved up beside him and we wrapped our arms around each other. We talked about our feelings, and Jeff was still very much conflicted about what we were doing. I also had conflicting emotions, but my mind was fully made up – I was convinced I was gay. After a while talking we ended up in a 69 position and gave each other another orgasm before getting up and getting dressed. Jeff agreed to spend the night at my house the following Saturday.

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Author’s note: I am a very new and amateur writer and this is a very slow story. I would request everyone to read it with patience and comment on how you found it. It will help me with my future stories.

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I am a small town boy from India with a petite figure, long hair till my mid back which I usually keep in a bun, with very little body hair and an exceptionally big butt for a boy. As you must have presumed, I got bullied a lot by the macho boys in my school but that’s life, I guess. I didn’t choose to be this way, I was built this way and I am not ashamed of who I am.

Let me tell you a bit about India, the country I live in. It is a very beautiful country with people of many cultures, languages and religions living together which you don’t find that often. People in small town are so connected with each other that everyone knows every other person in the town, even though our population in small towns is comparable to that of a big city in any other country. We still have a concept of living with our parents and children even when they grow old.

In terms of open mindedness, big towns are much forward than small towns, so LGBT community is not so much accepted in the place I live in. Although there are hardly any cases of violence against the community but people still judge you a lot if you are. Hence a lot of the LGBT people, remain in the closet, either due to the fear of being ousted from the society or due to fear of bringing shame to their family. Some are brave enough to come out and I really admire their courage. Having said this, people are still quite friendly in small towns as compared to the big towns.

Even though I have given you a description of India’s view of LGBT community, I never thought I was a part of them. I was just fascinated by long hair and long hairstyles. I always believed that I was a straight boy as I used to masturbate watching lesbian porn. I had always had long hair and I sometimes thought about some random women braiding my hair and decorating the braid with hair accessories and making it entirely beautiful and feminine. Ah! That was so embarrassing yet so hot for me. I was a young boy, with such beautiful hair, and so many women playing with it. Those were some beautiful orgasms as I could remember.

My entire high school life and most of my college life went without any significant story in terms of my sex life. It was just me and my right hand in front of my laptop always watching the episodes of two girls making out. It was an obsession for me, lesbian porn. In real life, I was attracted to a couple of girls but none of them seemed to be attracted to me. I used to get a lot of interest from a few boys though, all of whom either wanted to call me names or throw me around. I was a good student and passed my college with flying colours and got a placement in one of the big cities of India. Moving there, I had to undergo a lot of changes. I was now living alone, so no pre cooked food, no pre washed clothes and no real time to watch porn anymore. I was so involved in my work and had no real time for myself. The positive changes in my life were, there were no more bullies and not so many people who knew me. I could now live as I wanted to.

After about six months of working in a huge company, people had started noticing me and I had made a few good friends in the company. My work was appreciated a lot by my boss and a few of my colleagues. One fine day, I was working on my laptop when I received a message on the company’s messenger. It was weird as it was named anonymous. This person wanted to meet me alone in the parking lot. I ignored the post and kept on working. I had similar requests for the entire week at the same time on every single day. Although I was curious from the first bursa escort day, I wasn’t really brave to go alone and be caught in any kind of controversy. So after the week, I took a colleague of mine and said that I had forgotten some document in the car and to accompany me. I reached there but didn’t find anyone. I came back and found a message that I should have come alone and it could have changed my world if I did. I kind of laughed at that silly message and let it go. I didn’t have any other message after that for a week and I was very curious now. On a fine Monday, I had another message asking me to come alone. I reached the parking lot as soon as I had received the message. Again there was no one. I came back and had another message waiting for me.

It said, “I think you are very curious and ready to meet me alone. It was just a test. We will meet at 6pm in the Botanical garden near your house. I will be wearing a white top and blue jeans. Don’t back out, I have a very nice proposal for you”. That message was creepy. How the fuck did this guy or girl, know my address and there may be many in white top and blue jeans. I didn’t even know the gender. Ah! What was I to do. I did my best to avoid going to the garden but curiosity was killing me and hence I was there at 6 pm sharp. I started roaming around the park casually when suddenly someone approached me. He wasn’t in a white top. So we started talking. I had seen this guy a couple of times and he lived just a block away from me. We were sitting and talking on the bench for an hour, just about his new car and football and it was all casual boys talk. He then asked me to accompany him for a coffee as he had an urge for it. I was still looking for the other person but thought that he/she must not have approached me because of the other guy. I thought I would deal with it another day and accepted his offer for a coffee.

We went to the nearby coffee joint and there was no body other than us. We just spoke some more about the things I liked and the things that he loved. He complimented me for my long hair casually which I didn’t think was awkward and that probably got him in my good books. He was around 10 years older than me and was living alone as his wife had died in a tragic accident. We exchanged our numbers and that was it for the day. I was back home and wondered about the person.

For the next few days, I had no message from the mystery messenger person and that got me wondering if I had missed a good proposal or opportunity in life because of the new friend. I shrugged that thought off and concentrated on work. After a few days, I had completely forgotten about the messages and I had become good friends with the guy I had met in the garden. We had started going to the same gym and shared a lot of common interests. It was almost a couple of months since that day that I got another message on my laptop and it was a really strange one. It accompanied a couple of weird pictures of me and my friend in weird poses. One of the photos showed me looking up at my friend kneeling down while my face is very near to his crotch. I was probably getting up from tying my shoe laces but that wasn’t evident in the picture. It was taken in the gym and that got me even more worried. I was being stalked by a mystery person.

It wasn’t something to be afraid of but I was embarrassed about being labelled gay in the office and again facing the prospect of being alone like during my school and college days. So I asked this person as to what exactly does he/she want out of this? The reply was pretty weird. He/she wanted me to comply 3 simple demands and my pictures wouldn’t be distributed.

1) I was to wear my hair in a ponytail for weekdays outside my home. The ponytail çanakkale escort was to be very tight and my hair was to be very well combed.

2) I was to wear my hair in a braid for weekends.

3) I would have to send proof of it every day for the next 7 days.

I knew I didn’t have any control on him even after I would do what was asked of me. Nevertheless, I wore my hair in a tight ponytail and I usually remain clean shaved. I was a bit worried about getting weird stares but my colleagues actually complemented me for having such nice hair. I was even stared by a couple of random people on the street as well as at the gym. My friend was so happy to see me in this look and complimented me by saying that my hair was better than his wife’s, to which I didn’t know how to react. I probably blushed a bit.

As came the weekend, I had to put my hair in a braid and while I was doing it, it brought back the memories of my first time and I masturbated after looking at myself in a braid in the mirror. It was such an awkward situation to go to the gym in a braid. Braid is considered as a sign of femininity in India and it definitely had that effect on my look. My friend again was so happy to see me and probably held my braid a lot of times while we were in the gym. He even went to an extent of telling me that he had an urge of pulling my braid which I found really weird, although I just laughed it off.

After this week, I started experimenting with my hair and would have different hairstyles every week. I made a lot of women friends who would love discussing hair with me. I wanted to thank the mystery person for it. Even my friend was very happy with my experiments and encouraged me a lot. He definitely needed a woman company, I thought. He had previously rejected the proposal to be with any other woman for the rest of his life, to which I was very disappointed for him.

I had a bit of doubt by now that the mystery person was somehow my newly made friend. My doubt was made stronger when once in the gym, I was doing squats while my friend was standing behind me. Although he thought I couldn’t see him but there was a mirror in front of me. He was constantly looking at my butt, which made me very uncomfortable. I stopped going to the gym and after a couple of days, he came to my place looking for me.

We had a bit of normal conversation, and then he asked me the reason behind my absence. To much of his surprise, I was blunt and I told him the truth. He seemed ashamed but he confessed that my braided hair and my butt reminded me of his wife and he was sexually attracted to me even though I was a boy. I was left agape. I had no reply to his answer and just kept staring at him. He continued that he didn’t want to jeopardise our friendship and he wouldn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable. I didn’t want to come out as weak and told him that it won’t destroy our friendship.

So from that day on, although everything seemed normal but I would often see him staring at me when I wasn’t looking. This feeling of being stared at was something I had never felt in my life. It gave me a sense of pride and a lot of confidence in myself rather than turning me away from him. I had some form of pity for the man, as by looking at me he could remember his wife. During our gym sessions where we had to help each other sometimes, there was a different level of tension building between us. There seemed to be instances where I thought that he was about to either kiss me or touch me but he never did that. It was driving me crazy.

Once in the gym, I was lying down on my stomach on a stool and was trying to lift some dumb bells and he was working on his biceps on a machine in front of me and although he saw me noticing çankırı escort him, he kept on staring at my ass and I could see the bulge developing in his pants. It gave me sheer joy to be able to do that to someone. He would always exercise behind me, when I was doing my squats. I would let him enjoy the view of my ass. People in the gym could see the sexual tension between us. I was so embarrassed when one of our training instructors asked my friend if we were a couple. My friend just laughed it off but the trainer could see me blushing. Things got even heated between us when one day my friend could not resist holding and smelling my plaited hair. Although nobody saw him doing that, It was very embarrassing yet hot. People are not usually naked in the locker rooms in India, so that was a good thing for me. I didn’t have to get naked in front of him and see any erections, which I was sure would have been the case. But we still saw each other bathing in our boxers and I could feel his eyes all over me.

At work, I had a new set of pictures messaged to me by the mystery person. These pictures would confirm that I was gay, the way, me and my friend looked at each other, as if we were in love. The way he was staring at my ass or touching my braids or ponytail, it would all confirm that we were dating. This time, mystery person wanted to meet me, for real in the parking lot. I went to the parking lot and found him near my car. He was a big man, in his late 40s, chubby and good looking. (What is up with me, good looking!)

He told me that he had been following me since the day that I had joined the office. He was always attracted to my long hair and my big butt. He thought I looked very androgynous and that was something he always wanted in his partner. He also told me that he had majority share holding in the company and I would not have to work again in my life if I didn’t want to. This explained how he knew everything about me.

He would make sure that it would be a well kept secret and he would never ask me to accompany him in public, unless I was okay with it. I would have to act as I was changing my job. In return, I would have to be his sex partner, dress as he wished and be under his command and I would have all the luxuries in my life.

I immediately told him that I wasn’t gay and that wasn’t what I wanted with my life. He insisted that I should not worry about the tag of being gay and he believed that all I would have ever wanted was to be with someone who could appreciate my looks and amazing hair, someone who could control my life and unlock my hidden desires. He proposed that I should just spend a weekend with him and then decide if it was worth it. He said that he had no intentions of blackmailing me anymore and he would allow me to delete all the pictures myself even if I rejected his proposal. That move built a bit of respect for him in my mind.

This whole situation where a good friend eyed me sexually and a rich stalker who wanted me to be his partner, it all made me feel sexy and weird at the same time. I thought about the whole thing and realized that since my childhood, I had never really got any attention from the ladies and it was probably because of how I looked and if men were finding me sexy, why not give it a try, having said that, I still couldn’t imagine kissing a man in my fantasies.

Rest of the week went as usual, spending time at work and enjoying the sexual tension with my friend. On Friday, I received a text from the office guy, stating that there would be a chauffeur to pick me up from my address. Even though I wasn’t sure about the offer, this guy had assumed that I would accept anyways. I thought of it for the night and there was an urge to be desired and be sexy for a person who was attracted to me. This was all going to be a secret and it would allow me to understand if I could have a relationship with my friend. It was like a training session before playing a match.

Next morning, I was picked up by the chauffeur and was taken to a luxurious building.

(to be continued…)

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I felt odd as my head cleared the next day. I didn’t know what to do or say to my roommate as the day wore on. On one hand I was a little angry that he basically raped me while I was unconscious but on the other I still felt turned on by the event itself. I didn’t know what was going on. I decided to confront Lance that night.

He was in the kitchen doing dishes wearing just his boxers, his long hair still wet from the shower he had just taken. For the first time in my life I looked at another guy in a sexual manner. I took in every curve and muscle of his well formed body and felt my cock starting to harden. I told him to grab us each a beer and come into the living room because we needed to have a talk. I sat down on the couch and when he walked in he came up real close as he handed me a beer. His tented boxers couldn’t hide his proud cock and it was right at eye level. I don’t know what had come over me but I thought the hell with the talk and reached out and took his hard member in my hand and rubbed it through his boxers. I could feel the warmth of his shaft radiating through the soft cloth.

I looked into his eyes and noticed a big smile on his face; his eyes were glazed over in obvious lust. I pulled his boxers down and his eight inch cock popped out like a cobra dancing for the snake charmer. It swayed back and forth in front of me and had me in a spell. I knew what I had to do next and bitlis escort I took his pulsating pole into my hand and started to pump him up and down.

“Oh ya just like that. Your hand feels so good.” Lance said. “You don’t know how long I have dreamt of us doing this. Come on Bill put it in your mouth and suck my cock like I sucked yours last night.” He said.

I did just that and for the first time in my life I had another guy’s cock in my mouth. I couldn’t get it in very far with out gagging at first but I used my tongue all over the underside of his shaft. I didn’t know if I was doing a good job at first so I just did what I knew I liked to have done to me. It must have been at least decent because Lance started moaning and bucking his hips pushing his hard cock deeper into my mouth. Soon I got accustomed to his size and it wasn’t long before I could actually get his whole cock in my throat without gagging.

I could feel Lance’s hips start sliding back and forth and soon it was no longer a blow job but more of a throat fuck. I felt his hands grab my head and soon he was forcing my mouth up and down his pole.

“Ohhh fuck ya…Your mouth is sooooo hot Bill. I love fucking your hot mouth. I am going to give you your first taste of cum. Ohhh Godddd here it cummmms!” He shouted as he emptied his load down my throat. I was surprised that I didn’t miss a drop bolu escort and more surprised that the taste was kind of nice. When he finally stopped cumming he pulled his cock from my lips and smiled at me.

“God damn are you sure you never done that before? That was the best fucking blow job I have ever had!” Lance said. I smiled at him feeling a little proud I had done so well. His cock was still hard and I knew he wanted more so I got up off the couch and took my clothes off. He laid me down on the living room floor and got between my legs and started sucking me. It was feeling wonderful when all of a sudden he took his mouth off my cock and started licking my sack. Taking my nuts in his mouth he really worked my balls.

Next he lifted up my sack and started to lick further down. It wasn’t long before his tongue found my asshole and I found a whole new set of amazing sensations. He took one hand and lightly stroked my cock up and down as he continued to lick my ass.

“Hey I want better access to lick that tight hole, get up on your hands and knees!” Lance ordered me. I took his direction and soon I had my ass in the air. He got behind me and started licking me really deep. The feeling was so incredible as his tongue pierced my tight asshole. After jamming his tongue as deep as he could for awhile he then went back to sucking my sack. While he did this he took burdur escort a finger and slid it up my tight back passage. It shocked me at first but as he snaked it in and out touching my prostate I felt my nuts tighten and my cock twitch in response.

Lance pulled his fingers out of my ass and for a moment I felt left empty and wanting, even a little disappointed that he stopped. Then I felt his hands on my ass spreading my cheeks. Next I heard him spit and felt the saliva as it hit my hole. He took his fingers and rubbed his spit all over and inside my tight rosebud. Next I felt as his hot cock touched the entrance of my asshole. I was worried about his size at first but as he slid inch after inch of wonder cock into my virgin hole the feeling was ten times better than his fingers. When he had his eight inches completely buried in my rectum I knew at that moment I was now going to be my roommates cock slut and I let him know it. The feeling of having his hot throbbing cock in my ass was just too amazing not to be.

“Oh your cock feels so awesome up my ass. Take me Lance rip my ass apart. Fuck me hard, I’m your cock slut now. Fuck me hard stud!” I cried. He obliged and was soon ramming his hard cock into my ass. With every deep plunge my own cock twitched. Lance didn’t leave me unattended either, he took his hand and reached around and started jerking my pole.

He sped up his thrusts and let me know he was going to cum soon. “Oh fuck you little slut your ass is so tight…I am going to cummmm right up your tight shitter you little cock slut!” With that he jammed his cock as deep as it would go and when I felt his cum shoot up my hot ass I erupted all over his warm hand.

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