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As sunlight beamed down onto the community pool, the water sparkled like tiny diamonds. Children laughed and played among one another while parents watched close by, either chatting in groups, or lounging on the poolside chairs. The concrete along the edge of the pool was littered with wet paw and hoof prints, evidence of people moving back and forth from swimming and relaxing. On the far corner of the pool area, there were several rickety-looking tables and chairs, along with a vending machine and soda machine where people could buy various sugary drinks and snacks.

The diving boards on the end on the pool had a short line up to them. If it was not so close to sunset and closing time, the line would have been nearly to the locker room doors. One lifeguard post was on either side of the pool, as well as one in the middle. The lifeguards’ metal whistles hung around their necks, and both lifeguards who were on duty were wearing their trademark red swimwear.

Towards the left-most diving board, one such lifeguard sat with sunglasses over his eyes. He had a bored but content look across his face as he scanned over the pool area, a forty-inch rescue tube across his lap. The strap that was connected to the ends of the rescue device were looped over his shoulder, and he could feel the strap against his back. His light brown skin glistened with water, and the light black hair on his chest, and short, faux-hawked hair shined in the sun.

His muscles flexed as he stretched in his seat, and he smacked his lips lazily before reaching for the bottle of water to his side. Looking towards the clock that was near the locker room entrance, he noticed it was going on 8:00 pm. Giving a sigh of relief, he looked up at the sky and pulled his sunglasses off to rub his eyes. The auburn eyes scanned the sky to see the white, puffy clouds washed out by the orange and red of the sunset. It was a blissful atmosphere, and he found a deep peace wash over him before he heard the sound of running near him.

Grabbing his whistle and sticking it up to his lips, the lifeguard blew hard into it until the loud shrill pierced the calm. The perpetrator was a young child with eyes as blue as the ocean and an attitude that seemed to radiate happiness outward. He gave a coy look up to lifeguard, and the lifeguard just gave a stern gaze back.

“No running,” the lifeguard said. Although the hurt look across the kid’s face did make him feel a little sympathy, he had no trouble keeping the stern look on his face. His job as a high school teacher helped with keeping his voice and features from cracking due to emotions. The kid looked as if he got his hand smacked and walked towards the diving board line, grumbling something under his breath. The man on his high post was pleased with himself and leaned back against his post.

Heavy footfalls were heard to his right, and upon turning his head to see who the owner of those footfalls was, he smiled, seeing his fellow lifeguard. His coworker was an absolutely massive male who dwarfed him by at least a full foot, if not more, and his physique was the very definition of herculean. The beautiful sheen of his skin was nice and bright due to the sun beaming down on his muscles and the muscular stud looked up at him, barely even having to raise his head, given his height, and his hazel eyes locked onto his fellow lifeguard on his high post with a friendly glimmer in them.

“Looking a bit bored over here, Will,” the man chuckled. “If you wanna take a break, you can. I can watch the pool for a minute, if you want to go get a granola bar, or something. The right side of the pool isn’t super popular right now, anyway, since it’s late enough that parents have started taking the youngest ones home for the night,” he shrugged.

Giving a warm smile down at Ryan, Will folded his sunglasses before sliding one of its arms into his red speedo to hang on his leg. Although many of the other male lifeguards wore swim trunks, Will was vain when it came to his body. With the many laps he swam in the pool before work, combined with working out at the local gym, he nearly rivaled the younger lifeguard in strength, and Will enjoyed showing off every curve and ridge in his physique.

“The only thing I need is protein to fuel these guns,” Will said with a joking smirk as he flexed his biceps. “Just kidding. A break would be nice.” Taking the rescue tube off and wrapping it around the lifeguard post before maneuvering his way down from his perch, Will’s rump swayed back and forth as he climbed down from the tower. “If we get too slow, the boss may let us go early. Never know with him, though.”

“I know, right? I swear, that guy’s either halfway up our asses about safety, or he’s so laid back that he wouldn’t even care if we closed the pool early,” the coworker smiled. “And I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that state law requires you have a permit for those guns, Mr. Shepard-erm, Will, I mean.” The big guy blushed slightly in embarrassment. “Sorry about that. Old habits die hard, bayburt escort as they say, right?”

Giving a small laugh, Will stepped up next to his co-worker and crossed his arms. “Please, don’t call me Mr. Shepard again, or you’ll make me feel even older,” the older man said with a smile. “I remember when I was making you run laps in my P.E. class. Crazy how quickly time flies, you being a senior in college now, and everything. From what you told me about your studies, it seemed my coaching disciplined you just fine, Ryan.”

Giving a sly wink, Will gave a playful smile before adjusting the waistband of his speedo smoothly. Although the swimwear showed off the best of his body while still keeping some amount of modesty, it did have a tendency to ride up in places that made getting up from a sitting position a bit uncomfortable.

“Oh, please, you’re what, like thirty? You’re the youngest teacher at that high school by at least a decade or two, and it’s not like you’re even old. You’re only seven years older than me!” Ryan chuckled. “And besides, the workout regimen you made me and the rest of the wrestling team go through helped me get this big, and clearly you’re still following it, too, because you’re looking great, if you don’t mind me saying.” He looked his ex-teacher up and down, taking in each hard muscle, each valley and peak of that perfect musculature.

“I AM thirty,” Will said with a laugh. “And that’s awfully nice of you to say. You don’t look too bad yourself, string bean.” Giving a low chuckle and a sly wink, Will looked over his previous pupil, his eyes concentrating on the ex-wrestlers broad shoulders and confident stature. “You are really starting to fill out. You always did have the right body for wrestling. Just had to kick all that fast food you were eating and supplement it with fruit and nuts. Fruit to catch all the nutrients you need, and nuts for prote-…”

Shaking his head before giving a distinct blush and cutting himself off, Will gave a chuckle. “Sorry, I’m lecturing you again. I’ll stop treating you like a student, but…I have a habit of treating everyone like a student, at times.”

“Well, my momma always said that we never really stop learning new things, so it’s only natural you want to try to keep teaching people new things, right?” the massive stud smiled, resting a heavy hand on the teacher’s shoulder. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Heck, when I was a pup, I tried to teach every one of my relatives how to use multiplication. No idea why I did it, but apparently I thought it was fun, at the time! Anyway, don’t let me keep you from your break, Will. I’ll be here.”

Giving a smile at Ryan’s upbeat attitude and enthusiasm, Will nodded and felt the strange desire to ruffle his former student’s blond hair. He held himself back, though, watching the man’s ears twitch slightly when a cool breeze blew over them. Will had expected and encouraged a sense of camaraderie during the on and off season, and he believed a connection between the players, as well as the Coach, was critical for success. The touch on his shoulder had felt natural from his ex-student, rather than awkward.

“Alright. Just don’t work yourself too hard. I’ll be back in like fifteen minutes or so. If you end up drinking from my bottle of water, just don’t slobber all over it,” Will said with a teasing smirk. Will walked backwards before turning around to make his way towards the vending machines. Although his first target was the locker room to grab his wallet, he at least wanted to scope out what the machines had.

When Will made it to the machines, he leaned in to inspect its contents. Most of it was way too high in carbs for his diet, but the sunflower seeds looked promising. They were also only one dollar, which didn’t seem too pricy, compared to the candy bars. Deciding on his purchase, he made his way around the pool until he came to the door of the male locker rooms. Opening up the door, the first thing Will noticed was the steam filling the area and the wave of heat that hit him right when he opened the door.

As Will walked down the tiled floor, the hiss of showers could be heard on his left and right, as well as the sound of wet feet and sandels hitting the floor. The environment felt like home to Will as he made his way towards the lockers, and he was not fazed by the male nudity around him, as well as the sights and sounds. To Will, it was just a part of the swimming experience, just like how wrestling required more revealing attire like singlets.

When Will made it to the locker area, rows upon rows of dark blue lockers were there to greet him. Walking down to the second row on the left, he turned into the aisle to come face to face with a naked patron of the pool, his dong flopping casually between his legs and the muscular man clearly built from swimming laps. Neither seemed fazed, and Will managed to utter a half-hearted apology as he stepped past him and to his personal locker.

The number 128 was written bilecik escort in dull white across the top, and a simple padlock kept him from accessing the contents. Reaching forward, Will fiddled with the lock and input the appropriate combination before pulling upward on the opening mechanism with enough force to hear the satisfying click.

The moan of resistance from the locker made his ears twitch when he opened it, and on the inside of the door, there was a simple mirror, as well as several newspaper clippings from his coaching milestones. One was a picture of Ryan with his arms wrapped around several teammates and grinning broadly. Each of them were in uniform, and the then student was holding up the state wrestling trophy with a prideful look on his face. Will stood to the side with his arms crossed, smiling proudly at the camera. The picture made the Coach give a small smile of his own as pleasant memories began to fill his thoughts.

“Man, it’s been a long time…” Will mumbled as he looked at the date in the bottom corner. The year was 2010, Ryan’s sophomore year of high school. Looking at another picture, Will saw the track team posing in uniform in the same way with a female Coach beaming proudly this time. The year on the photo was much more recent: 2014. From the female’s confident stance, down to the posture, Will instantly recognized the track Coach as Lauren, his girlfriend and fellow Coach.

“I really need to update these. We’ve already won state again since then,” Will thought humorously before rummaging through his locker. His duffel bag had the school’s insignia on it, a gift for when he first signed up to take over coaching wrestling and teaching physical education eight years ago. The bag showed its age, and the color looked dull, but he had a hard time trying to part with it.

Unzipping one of the side pockets and pulling out his wallet, Will noticed the main screen of his phone had lit up with three text messages. Curiosity got the best of him, and he picked up the phone to see that the sender was his girlfriend. Giving a sigh, he wondered what the subject of the texts could be about this time. The last bunch he had received were about how he forgot to turn out the lights in her flat. It turned into a bit of a heated argument over texts that ended when Will came to her flat, and they ended up having angry sex. Overall, it was a strange night.

Placing his phone back into the pouch before zipping the bag up and closing his locker, Will made his way back to the vending machine. Slipping a dollar into the machine and inputting the number for the spicy sunflower seeds, Will was pleased when he reached his hand into the vending machine, grabbed the snack, and walked towards a table to take a seat on the bench attached to it.

Much of the pool was clear by now, and the beautiful oranges and reds of the sunset started to become darker as the moon became more pronounced. There were only a handful of people lined up at the diving boards, and the sound of splashing and laughter was turned into parents trying to shuffle their kids out of the pool to go change. Ripping open the bag of sunflower seeds and popping one into his mouth, Will felt the kick of the spices on the shell tingle his tastebuds as he used his teeth to pop the seed out of the shell before leaning towards the small trashcan next to him and spitting the shell into it.

Sitting back in his seat casually, Will looked out over the sky. The lights from the small town of Columbia filled the skyline and reflected off the puffy clouds. Giving a small yawn, Will rubbed his eyes before looking at the clock. The time was 8:20pm, and he figured his boss would be coming out of his office soon to help close up. About two minutes later, and Will noticed a stern looking older man walking out of the men’s locker room. He was dressed casually with tan board shorts and a light blue polo, and he looked almost like a golfer, rather than a swimmer.

When his boss noticed the Will sitting casually, he gave a wave before walking over. For being an older-looking gentleman, Will had to admit that he still had a kick in his step. When his boss got to the table, he placed his hand on the end before looking over the lifeguard.

“Will,” he said simply. The greeting came out as more of a grunt, the rumbly voice vibrating in the his eardrums.

“Roger,” Will replied, mimicking his boss’s bored-sounding voice. “Are you ready to close?”

“Meh, give it a moment. There are still some kids in the deep end.”

Looking out over the pool, Will did not spy any movement. The only thing he did notice was the gentle ripples of the water as a cool summer breeze blew through. “Roger, I don’t see anyone.”

“That’s because you don’t have my senses, boyo,” Roger said with a smile.

“I think you just don’t want to clean yet,” Will said with a chuckle before getting up off the bench and adjusting his tight swimwear to prevent another potential wedgie from forming. “I bingöl escort hear that hesitation in my students whenever they don’t want to do pushups.”

“Relax a little bit,” Roger said with a chuckle. “I don’t know what’s got your tail all tied up, but you get paid, either way.”

Giving a shrug, Will said, “Whatever you say, boss.”

After a small pause, Roger stood up straight and stretched his body. Even though he was nearing fifty, the swimmer’s build beneath his clothes was more than evident, and Will could not help but admire his boss’s musculature. “Well, you convinced me otherwise.” Walking towards the pool, his boss shouted, “Closing time! You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!”

Will was not surprised that there was no frantic splashing to get out of the pool and get to the locker room. On some nights, when it was time to close, the stream of people was almost like a stampede to get out, as if there was a shark in the pool. Tonight, it was eerily quiet, and Roger walked back towards Will. “Go with Ryan and pick up the pool cleaning stuff and the brooms in the locker room. I’ll count the registers. You’re free to go, once you are done cleaning. I know I plan on taking off the second I’m done counting,” Roger chuckled. “Oh, and don’t worry about checking out. I can handle that for you two.”

“Copy that,” Will said with a smile at Roger as he walked past his somewhat cheerful boss and back towards the tower he had been stationed at. Looking up at Ryan sitting at his post, Will noticed how proud Ryan looked up on the high chair. The trunks the lifeguard wore complimented Ryan’s leg work, and the metal whistle around the canine’s neck looked strangely natural, like it belonged there on him.

“Hey, did you hear Roger? We’re closing up shop. He wants us to grab the cleaning stuff out of the locker room and just make a quick sweep. We are free to go after that, so let’s get to it!” Will said with a bit too much enthusiasm than the task really needed. Ever since he became the wrestling Coach, he had to make mundane tasks seem more exciting for the wrestlers, and the habit had bled over into his lifeguard duties.

Ryan whined slightly as he hopped down off of the lifeguard tower. “Great, my least favorite part of this job,” he sighed, rolling his shoulders and tossing his rescue tube next to the tower. “Let’s get this over with.”

Nodding in agreement, Will guided Ryan into the men’s locker room. Walking past the showers and lockers, the two made it to the end where a small room was on the far left. The light was on, and the sound of Roger’s whistling echoed throughout the locker room along with the sound of coins on a desk being counted. On the right wall, there was a metal door.

Walking up to the door, Will gave the knob a twist and opened it. The smell of bleach filled Will’s nose and made it twitch slightly. A small light bulb hung from the ceiling with a cord trailing down from the top. Reaching forward, Will pulled on the cord to light up the dusty closet. Cleaning materials were all over the cabinets, and some looked older than the cabinets they were sitting on. The cobwebs littering the corners of the ceiling didn’t help them look any newer either.

Grabbing one of the pool skimmers and handing it to Ryan before grabbing one for himself, Will said, “God I hate this room. Gives me the shivers every time I have to dig through this crap.” Leaning forward to pick up a broom, Will felt the cool metal of the whistle touch his chin, and he jumped instinctively.

Ryan laughed when he saw his ex-teacher jump. “And here I always took you for the fearless type, Will. Guess all those muscles are just for show, huh?” he joked, prodding his coworker in the back with the pole end of his pool skimmer.

Jumping once again instinctively, Will leaned his pool skimmer against the wall before grabbing a second broom, turning around abruptly. “Hey, knock it off, or I’ll pin you down, like I used to! You’re not so tough either, big guy!” Poking Ryan with the handle of the broom playfully, Will stuck out his tongue.

“Pff, bring it, old-timer!” Ryan smirked cockily. “I’ve only gotten stronger since high school, and I’m bigger than you now, so I like my chances.” Ryan winked and snatched the broom from Will, grabbing his pool skimmer and backing out of the small storage closet. “Besides, I wouldn’t want you to break your hip, old man.”

Watching Ryan’s eyebrow raise upward as if challenging him, Will had to take a deep breath to keep himself from tackling the young student to the floor and having him eat his words. “You are still just as cocky and rebellious as you were in high school,” Will said with a chuckle before grabbing his own broom and pool skimmer. “I hate to say it, but it was actually one of your most annoying, yet refreshing, qualities. It actually made you a really good captain. The things I would give to lay you out right here, though…” Although the sentiment felt a bit random, Will was feeling oddly nostalgic.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Ryan smirked in reply. “Only person you should be ‘laying out’, though, is your girlfriend,” he chuckled, leading Will from the locker room and back out to the pool. “How are things with her, by the way? Seemed a bit rough, last you talked to me about her.”

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By the time I see Jim at weekends I am at truly craving for him hook, line and sinker. That’s how I think of him actually and he well knows it and I love him so much. I am ‘hooked’ on him, love to feel his ‘line’ and especially his ‘sinker’ when he gives me the deep fucking I have been waiting for all the week.

We have a meal which I have cooled ‘specially for him, lot’s of red meat to give him the energy he will need and that special red wine to follow as we sit snugly together on the sofa watching a self made blue movie, which we just love to watch again and again as a prelude to the night to come.

I snuggle into his shoulder as I soon feel his hands find me the way they always do so sensually, unzipping and searching, so teasing and wonderful as he clicks the handset to the parts of the movie he wants to see first. Me really enjoying the feel of his hand massage my credentials, knowing this will be the start of a wonderful weekend with Jim.

“That is absolutely divine seeing you doing that to me. Pete” he says as he watches intently a frantic cock sucking scene. It was so sensual doing it for the camera and I put my all into it, stretching back that so gorgeous pink and red knob and licking his p-hole with the very tip of my tongue, clutching the strong stiff shaft and squeezing frantically as I went to it and tasted the knob in my tongue, wrapping it around that beautiful orifice and guiding it deep into my busy mouth as I sensed the sheer balıkesir escort earthiness of his big pungent raised cock, how wonderful to feel the gentle pressure as he moved it in and out of my mouth moaning all the time – and the so divine and exclusive taste of him as I hungrily sucked it deep into my throat, feeling and cradling his so firm balls full of cream for me to enjoy as I wanted him to feed me.

“You make me go crazy then you ask me that” Jim breathed, looking intently at the screen, “I just adore the way you suck end release my foreskin to give my plum the most wonderful sensual experience.”

“Then let me do it to you now as you watch okay?” I asked and he was quick to respond. Levering that beautiful handful of sheer unadulterated stiff and very tempting cock for my perusal. After he’d madly downed his jeans and gorgeous black tight briefs which I loved to see him in so much, asking him if he brought a spare pair to go back in because he knew darned well I would want to keep his soiled ones to keep me going on some very stiff wanks during the time he was away.

He smiled; “How can I forget Pete, and here is a little present too” and he held his fresh sucked cock to the crotch and smothered with some really wonderful rich white cum I could ever wish for.

I sighed and he looked at me with that certain hungry look, grasping the back of my neck and pulling my head downwards again to afford that bartın escort delicious cock I could never ever get enough of as I started to deep suck again for all I was worth, to take my ‘line’ to the full and to the brim as I felt his balls slap under my chin. To feel that wonderful extremity lodged full into my mouth, teasing the entrance to my throat was a sheer pleasure I would never like to miss when we are preparing for the ultimate fuck.

He writhes back in his seat, legs wide open as I tackle his balls and lick between his cheeks as I tease with my finger tips, sniffing him there and enjoying the scent of him so special and wonderful, I look forward to his fucking so much and know it wont be long the way we are going, but we so like to enjoy the foreplay so much when I simply just let go and urge him to open even wider as I suck and suck him and hard lick those balls – hearing him moan and cry out for more.

I glance at the screen and see he is looking at the scene where he has me bending over his lap, enjoying watching him nudge and stretch my ass cheeks so wide, there was I getting worked up watching myself, especially seeing him start to rim me like that, it was delicious to feel but to see too, that is so real! with his finger tips inserting one finger and then two, stretching my hole with some lubrication to prepare it for the length of his cock.

“You know something you have a beautiful ass, let’s batman escort do some now Huh, drop ’em for me Pete and let’s see the goods I am aching for?”

With the taste of him deep in my throat now I did what he wanted, feeling the itch in my ass then, I stretched across, my ass naked and pronouncing for him, I wanted just to be all ass for him then, wanted for him to tease and rim me, to slap me till red and numb, to finger me up until my hole was well and truly ready to take his deep probing cock inside, until I felt the so wonderful feeling of his ‘sinker’ cream spurting into me, and then taking it out of me, plunging into my mouth again to give me the wonderful deep sensual and intimate pleasure of tasting his cream as he then squirted some over my face.

It was so lovely and there he was doing the same on screen, then he gave me some more sound spanking with the outstretched palm his hand matching those on screen. That was just the start of a really sensual night of lust and love, the touch of his lips on mine after he had just sucked me deeply between my cheeks to heaven, the taste of his fingers after he had finger fucked me, the delicious sensation of the heat of his strong spurt over my ass and face, licking it off and feeling the sensation of it dripping down into my throat.

There could be nothing more intimate than that and when Jim retuned Monday evening upcountry I was left with the wonderful memory of what we had been doing most of the weekend, then to look forward again to the next weekend which always seemed just as fresh as the previous.

But my aches would be satisfied the whole week through with the scent and taste of him as, each night, I pressed his briefs into my face and entered that special heaven we both shared.

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*****

I am coming for you. Can you feel it?

I see you sitting there in that café, enjoying your little meal, never suspecting that even now you are becoming mine.

I could so easily join you, taking the seat across the table from you. Instead, I pass you by, touching your shoulder with my fingertips as I walk by. You barely notice me as you chew your sandwich, utterly ignorant of the power I wield over your destiny.

I leave you in the café. You’re a man of dependable routine and I can find you any time I want, day or night. I observe you in your workplace, the site of the job that bores and under-utilizes you. I watch you on your commute, shifting your feet on the train. I see you through the windows of your home as you pleasure yourself watching porn while your children and your unfulfilled wife sleep.

You’re mine for the picking, but I am watching you ripen. Soon I will make you blossom. That moment may come today, tomorrow or a month from now, but it will come. You will be mine to do with as I please.

The time will come, but I am patient. For now, I content myself just with watching you.

But, you ask, why you? Why did I choose you?

I see how you carry yourself. You walk with your face down, avoiding eye contact with the men you meet. Are you worried that if they saw your eyes, they might see into your soul and the secret needs and desires I see growing there? How do I know about your changing preferences? Mostly, I see it in your eyes and in the furtive glances you make at other men, particularly at their asses and the packages between their legs.

Oh, yes, I know all about that. I didn’t need to see the porn you watch to know about your growing appetites. I know the lust is growing inside you… a lust for other men. What would wifey say if she knew you fantasized about cock? Would your son and daughter look up to a sissy? Would your pastor absolve a faggot?

We are going to find out.

Don’t you sometimes feel my eyes on your back, your ass, your crotch? I feel you wither as I watch you, but you never run from my secret gaze. Where can you hide from me where you’re not also hiding from your own life and destiny?

Where will I take you? That’s a good question. It shows you are beginning to accept the certain fact that I will take you.

Sometimes, I imagine I will ardahan escort stop you on the street on your way home from work and simply explain your destiny for you. Will you succumb and submit your ass to me in the nearest alley or rest room, or will you resist? I know such resistance would only be for show. Should I take you in your workplace, spoiling your hard-won reputation with your co-workers with a long, lingering kiss with plenty of tongue? Perhaps, I should take you in your own marriage bed, penetrating your ass with my cock while your wife looks on. Do these thoughts make you squeal inwardly?

I understand that your old life pulls at you, begging to be saved, but you must know your own impulses will not be denied. I doubt you’ll run; I expect you will wait anxiously for me. I enjoy watching you fight against your destiny, but it’s effort wasted in a lost cause. In your heart, you know you’re already mine.

Run if you like though. I enjoy the chase, even if it’s not sporting when you can take the prey anytime you like. There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you.

How will I take you? Good question; it shows me you are taking an interest. To answer your question, I dream it differently every time I think of it.

I usually imagine myself dominating your pie-hole first. In these visions, you are in your rightful place: on your knees before me. Your mouth waters involuntarily as you widen your jaws to receive me. I press my cock deep in your mouth before your lips close over the shaft. I hear you sputter and cough as my dick pushes to the back of your mouth. My hips flex as my cock saws back and forth in your wet hole. I fuck your face with ever-increasing force and speed until I am ready to withdraw. My well-pleasured cock erupts with burst after burst of semen, which I aim with care; the cum is in your hair and on your face and the drops leave permanent stains on your clothes. Still kneeling before me, you look at me through cum-glazed eyes and realize you are absolutely where you belong.

Other times, I dream of taking your ass at our first encounter. I imagine confronting you and telling you that I know about you and your secret desires. You will fear blackmail and follow me to discuss the matter, but there will be no discussion beyond me giving you your instructions. I yank off your suit jacket and throw it on artvin escort the ground. Then I lean you over a public toilet, or a metal garbage can or a photocopier—it all depends where we happen to be—and you wait with an automatic submissiveness that surprises only you. I reach around from behind you, unbuckling your belt and tearing your pants open. The zipper is ruined, but you don’t care as I pull both your underwear and your pants down to your ankles. I thrust my throbbing erection into your pulsating orifice. Don’t worry, I’ve lubed both cock and hole; I’m not a sadist. Just the same, you cry out in agony as your ass is probed for the first time. It is the sound of your rebirth into a new life. The initial pain quickly passes as my cock penetrates you deeply over and over again with countless strokes. At first, you meekly let me fuck you, but as the minutes pass, you become an active participant. You meet my thrusts with your own and when I orgasm in your ass, spewing my semen in your bowels, you are close to climax as well. I leave my cock inside you while you masturbate, shocked at your own behaviour. Your ass clenches when you come, adding to my pleasure. I have given you your first lesson in man-sex: in future, you will often come with my cock up your ass. You will be conditioned to associate my cock with pleasure.

Sometimes, in my dreams, I turn you out in private circumstances; other times you are outed publicly in front of family, friends and co-workers. Either way, you sit and cry at my feet, already knowing your old life is ended; you cling to me as if I am your only possible future, which, of course, I am. Your wife, your children, your work, your church… all come after me in the reordering of your priorities.

Why do I want to do this to you?

Believe it or not, I’m not doing this for myself, but for you. You have hidden your submissive side under the disguise of a bold, commanding male, but the masquerade takes its toll. You’re tired of it all, aren’t you? They all look to you for guidance, direction and support, but you know you’re not good enough to fulfil these demands, and who is there for you?

Only me.

The only solution is for you to abdicate personal responsibility and trust all your needs to a more confident, superior man. I’m saving you the anguish of bearing this burden you’ve carried for so long by bodrum escort yourself. You will leave it all to me. I will handle everything while you rest like a sleeping infant in my controlling arms.

When will I come for you? Yes, I can see you are accepting the truth of what I say. Perhaps a part of you is eager for my prophecy to come true, even as the last of your manly resistance fails.

Why should I tell you when I’m coming? Even if I did, you’re powerless to prevent my domination of you. Why should I hold out a false hope that you might prepare and escape? That would be unkind of me. So, I will say this: I will come at an hour of my choosing. I might come for you while you’re taking your morning shower, with the full and helpless knowledge of your wife; or perhaps I will claim you on the morning train, creating a spectacle for your fellow commuters; maybe I will take you in the washroom of that café you favour. Would you rather I collected you into my care while you’re out jogging, or at the gym, or the cinema?

Perhaps I am already there with you, watching over your shoulder as you read this.

I have stated my intention and outlined your unavoidable future. For your purposes, where, when, why and how don’t matter. The outcome will be the same. I will come for you soon. This is not a warning, considering you can’t do anything to prevent any of this from happening; it seemed only courteous to notify you in case you wanted to put some affairs in order or be proactive in the closing down of your old life. Perhaps you would like to divorce your wife now to reduce her humiliation when you are exposed as another man’s sex slave? Perhaps you want to come out to your family and friends on your terms and soften the blow? I leave all of that to your discretion.

I see you are in turmoil. Won’t it be a relief to be unburdened by your responsibilities and unhitched from the expectation of others? Won’t it be a rare privilege to live as your truest self? Will divesting yourself of family and friends, who don’t accept or fulfil your needs, cost you anything of value?

I see you wavering, unsure which way to jump.

A part of you still thinks of evading your destiny. Persist in your fond illusion of escape if you must, but your wellbeing concerns me, so I urge you not to indulge false hopes. You will be mine.

You are mine.

You have no more questions, I see.

That’s good. You know all you need to know in order to prepare yourself. Console yourself for the loss of your old life and rejoice in your coming role as another man’s willing thrall.

Watch for me. You will see me soon. You will be mine.

I’m coming for you.

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If the CEO of my company hadn’t seen me recently in that gay bar over on 12th and Madison, I don’t know how long it would have taken me to get invited to the executive floor. But Pete Peterson had seen me, and there I was, in his conference room, sitting in a second-row position in the weekly executive meeting.

I’d been surprised, but pleasantly so, to see Peterson in the bar. He was one of those young, charging CEOs who took real good care of himself and whose movie-star looks popped out of the eminently eligible bachelor stories in the Sunday paper. I’d seen him working out in the office gym over the past several months and had found him to be quite a tasty package. I’d observed him looking me over there, too, but until our across-the-room mutual sighting at Rockies, I’d assumed he had been assessing my management potential—or just wondering who the hell I was and where I fit into his business empire. Now, I thought maybe something else had been going through his mind.

It was a long meeting, I had to take a piss pretty badly when it finally broke up. I asked the man next to me where the men’s room was on this floor, and, having overheard me, Peterson chimed in that I was welcome to use the executive rest room just down the hall from the conference room.

This was quite a snazzy room, all brown marble and expensive fixtures, and mirrors everywhere, including over the two urinals. There was even a convenient place for me to hang my suit coat. I did that and then quickly moved over to the urinal, unzipped my tight-fitting pants, pushed my ultra briefs down to under my balls, and sighed a great sigh, as I let loose with a strong and steady stream into the urinal.

I heard the door open and then the click of a lock, which I thought was a little strange, and, although I expected to have one of the executives belly up to the urinal beside me, I was surprised to feel someone right behind me. Before I could turn around, which would have been a little awkward because I was still pissing out a steady stream, in the mirror I saw Pete Peterson’s well-chiseled face appear over my shoulder and heard him speak in a low, husky voice. “Here, let me help you with that.”

He came up right against me in back and reached around with his right hand and took my dong in his hand. I could feel his intake of breath when he got the measure of me. His left hand came around and rested on my tightening stomach. I felt myself go a little weak in the knees and reached out with both hands to steady myself against the wall. I looked into the mirror and let my eyes be captured by his. He gave me a movie-star smile of assurance.

I had finished my business, and he shook the last drops into the urinal, but he kept his hand wrapped around my penis, which was steadily growing. “Nice,” he whispered in my ear, “Very nice. Bigger than I had thought. That’s very nice.” He reached down with his left hand and cuddled my balls for a brief moment, and then he moved his hand up my stomach, under my shirt, and found my right nipple and played with that and in my chest hair.

I gasped as the fingers of his right hand went to the tip of my dick and he lightly ran them around the rim of my glans and then put a finger over my piss slit and applied a gentle pressure. He was nibbling on my ear, and I pulled my right arm away from the wall and wrapped it around his head so that I could run my fingers into his hair. I turned my head and found his mouth in a searching kiss. He began to stroke my cock, and I felt my knees go weak again.

His left hand left its exploration of my chest, and I heard the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being lowered. I then felt my pants and briefs being pulled off my butt, and my pants hit the floor. We were still kissing and he was still stroking my cock, and now his other hand was wandering all over my butt cheeks. He gave a sound of animal pleasure, and broke away from the kiss long enough to whisper, “What a great, round butt. I love good, round butts.”

I could feel his engorging penis pressing at my butt, working its way into my crack, and I began to spread my legs to receive him, when he pulled back a little and stopped stroking my cock.

“My limo will be down on the street in fifteen minutes to take me to my country home for the night. May I assume you would be willing to be my guest there for tonight?”

That was a good assumption.

A few minutes later, I was down on the street in front of our office building, where I found a stretch limousine and a big, black, bald body-builder driver holding the back door open. He gave me a smile and motioned toward the door with his head. I only had time enough to register that the back of limousine was roomy and plush, burgundy velour with wood paneling, and some pretty hefty throw pillows around, when Pete Peterson entered the limo and plopped down beside me. The door closed with a good solid sound, and Peterson informed me, with a proud grin, that adana escort we could see out of the smoked windows, but no one could see in—including the window to the driver’s compartment—and that the car was quite soundproof.

As the limo moved into traffic, Peterson moved to the jump seat facing me and said, “It’s a long drive; more than an hour. So, we might as well go ahead and get comfortable.”

He flipped a CD into a machine next to him, which introduced a sensuous sound, with a good beat to it into the compartment. Then he proceeded to do a private strip tease for me. First his coat and his tie, which he folded and placed on the other jump seat, then his shirt and his shoes and socks. He was probably in his late thirties, but he was in superb condition. He had sandy-colored hair, tending toward the red and hazel-green eyes that held a smile real well. His chest was well developed and the hair on his chest was a fine, blond-red color, descending straight down from his neck, flaring out over his chest muscles and then back down to a thin line stopping above his navel. He pulled his pants and briefs off and folded them and placed them on top of his coat and tie, and there he was in all his glory. His pubic hair was even redder than his head hair, and his seven-inch, very thick cock stood at attention as if he had not forgotten in the least our recent encounter in the executive men’s room. He pointed to a bar between the jump seats and offered me a drink, to which I could only croak a, “Thanks, maybe later.”

That caused him to smile broadly, and he went down onto his knees and moved to where I was stretched out in a sitting position at one side of the plush bench seat.

“Okay, then we might as well get right to the second round,” he said. He tugged at my suit coat, and I slipped it off and gave it to him. He folded it neatly and placed it on top his folded clothes. He loosened my tie, but didn’t take it off. Instead, he slowly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, adding it to the clothes pile.

“My, my, we’re pretty everywhere, aren’t we?” he said, and I was happy that he seemed to appreciate someone with darker and more body hair than he had. He leaned in to me and gave me a kiss. My hands went to his waist and then one wandered down and cupped his balls and his dick. He sighed and slowly ran a hand up my thigh and to my crotch, where he found my engorging cock and rubbed it up and down through my pants. He kissed me on the neck and then ran his tongue down through my chest hair to one of my nipples. The nipple puckered right up for him as he tongued and nipped at it. I threw my head back into the seat and moaned quietly, pushing my dick into his hand through the fabric of my pants. I wanted to feel skin on skin there.

“Ah, such nice tits,” he whispered, as he slid his tongue over to the other nipple, “and such a sweet, big cock too.” He then undid my belt and unzipped my pants and pulled my pants, briefs, shoes, and socks off in one smooth move. He reached over and grabbed a couple of pillows, threw them up to me with a “Here, put these behind your back,” and he turned me so I was laying the length of the seat. He took my right leg and placed it along the back of the seat, trapped there by his own body. My left leg jutted out onto the floor of the limo, and there I was, fully open to him. I put the pillows behind me, with my head in the back corner of the limo. I could turn my head and watch the world go by, beyond the smoke glass, while Peterson did me.

And he did do me. Immediately after we had both gotten comfortable, Peterson took my dick in his mouth and started playing with my glans with his tongue. My dick steadily engorged to its full eight inches under his attention. His right hand was running all over my upper body, up and down arms, up to my throat, playing with the hair in my pits, spending extra time on my chest hair and nipples, and trailing down across my washboard abs and into my pubic hair. With the other hand, he massaged my right leg and foot and then my butt cheeks. He pulled away from his sucking long enough to say, “Man, I love your butt. I can’t wait to get more of these cheeks.” Then we went back to my now-fully stiffened cock and began a rhythm of ever-deeper swallows. I moaned and moved to join his rhythm. My hands went to his head, playing in his hair, and down to massaging his shoulders and reaching down to playing with his nipples.

I was bucking wildly with him now, meeting every deep-throating with a plunge of my own. He had both hands encircling my butt cheeks, and I gasped as his hands pulled the cheeks apart and his thumbs reached for my asshole. He flicked my asshole with both of his thumbs, and I twitched in response, digging my hands in his hair. He was deep-throating me down to the root now.

“Oh, Gawd, I think I’m going to cum,” I croaked in warning. But he didn’t stop pumping me and took the three separate jerking spurts ankara escort down his throat with ease. I rolled my head back toward the window, and that’s when I noticed that the window between the compartments in the limo was now down, and that the burly limo driver was eyeing the action through the rear-view mirror. All I could think of was that maybe I’d get a piece of that hunk sometime during this adventure as well.

I felt my hips elevating, as Peterson took up another pillow and placed it under my lower back. His hands went back to covering and squeezing my butt cheeks, and his thumbs to gently resting on the rim of my asshole and spreading that entrance. His mouth went to my balls, which he licked and sucked and then gently pulled away from my body and down. I moaned in mixed pleasure and pain. And then his mouth was buried between my butt cheeks, his tongue exploring and moistening my asshole, until I found the hole loosening and opening to him. He came up onto the seat on his knees between my legs, and I felt the head of his cock against the door of my hole. I gulped and gasped, as he entered me a couple of inches.

He held himself there, into me up to the rim of his glans, giving my canal time to adjust to him. He then took his cock in one hand and rotated it back and forth in my hole, driving me to distraction, and causing me to open even more. I had done this often enough already, that I had no trouble opening further to him, and his big, thick cock then just slid right in until a good seven inches of it was buried in my hole. Once again, he then took his cock in his hand and rotated it within my canal, stretching and adding to the sensation of being properly and fully stuffed. He started a rhythmic pumping action, squeezing my butt cheeks with his hands in syncopation, and it wasn’t long until he came with a jerk and collapsed full length on top of me. He found my mouth with his, and we consummated our union with a deep-tongued kiss.

I didn’t have to wonder what came next. While he still held me in a lip lock, Peterson slowly withdrew from my anus, and brought his knees up on each side of my waist and lifted his chest off of mine. I could feel him wrapping a hand around my still-engorged cock, as he maneuvered over me. I felt the head of my cock sliding across skin and being positioned at Peterson’s asshole. He took his mouth from mine and let out a little whimper of pain as he took the head of my cock into his ass. Then he arched his chest back, taking several inches of my cock into him, and grabbed his ankles. I took his waist in my two hands, as he slowly raised and lowered his buttocks, taking more of me in with each downward slide. He pumped away for what seemed like ages, and after I had cum for the second time, he gave a little sigh and lowered himself unto my chest. Without pulling himself away from my buried cock, he laid his head on my chest and slowly tongued my nipples and chest hair.

I must have gone to sleep soon thereafter, because the first thing I knew was that the car had stopped, the door had opened, and Peterson had gathered his clothes and was exiting the vehicle. I sat up and started gathering my clothes as well, but as I started to exit, I found the door was blocked by the hulky driver.

“Not so fast, Sweet Cheeks,” the Hulk said to me with a grin, as he pushed me back onto the floor of the limo with a big mitt. “Someone has to pay the taxi fare,” he said. “And Mr. Peterson said that someone might as well be you.”

I laid there awestruck, as he pulled his shirt out of his pants, quickly unbuttoned it and drew it off his gigantic, barrel chest. He was magnificent, and I sucked in my breath at his hairless, burly beauty. Just as quickly, off came his pants and shoes, and I sucked even harder for air. His rod was a veritable telephone pole. It wasn’t hard to imagine that it must reach almost to his knees when it wasn’t hard, but just now it certainly was hard.

I made another dash for freedom past him, but he was too quick for me. Grabbing me around the upper arm, he threw me back into the limo, and, with the momentum of that, came through the door himself. I tried to fight him off, but he must have been a professional wrestler, because in no time he had me flipped across one of the jump seats, and, with my leather belt and his own, he had my wrists tied together and laced up to the anchor of one of the front seats with one of the belts and my left ankle attached to one of the anchors of the driver’s seat. Wasting no time at all, he pulled my butt cheeks apart and had his tongue buried in my ass. I tried to raise myself, but he just pushed my back down with one of his big mitts and kept on tonguing me with satisfied gurgling and slurping sounds.

His tongue seemed bigger than some of the dicks I had entertained, and it wasn’t long before I was lathered up real good again. I felt his tongue pull out of my ass, but he gave me no time to adıyaman escort wonder what came next. The huge knob of his cock was at my asshole, and there was no coyness to his approach at all. He just drilled that telephone pole right on in, spreading my butt cheeks as much as possible. I screamed, and rose up involuntarily, but he only stopped long enough to push me down by the back of the neck.

After he was in a good seven or eight inches, he reached around me with both of his big mitts and started deeply massaging my chest, back, and shoulder muscles while vigorously pumping away, ever deeper and wider up my ass channel. there was pain, to be sure, but the thought of this big, beautiful monster, with what was now ten or more inches of thick black cock stuffed inside me, going wild with lust in my body—and that I was able to take him and give him such a buzz—gave me exquisite pleasure. It wasn’t long before I felt him release with a violent jerk, coating my insides with his cum.

Then the lion turned into a lamb. He kissed me on the back of the neck and then returned to slowly and deeply massaging my aching body. One of his huge hands wrapped itself around my cock, and he gave me a slow hand job. After I had cum, he continued to massage my body until a slept. When I awoke, I was free of my bonds and lying across the backseat of the limo. The driver had dressed again and was waiting to show me into Peterson’s country home. I pulled my briefs, pants, and loafers back on, stuffed my socks in my pockets and put my arms through my shirt. I didn’t have time to dress further, though, before the Hulk had taken up my suit coat and tie, picked up my duffel bag, and was heading for the front door of an ostentatious beach house. Not knowing what else to do, I followed along behind him.

We entered a large foyer with two banks of stairs raising two stories. The Hulk started trudging up the stairs to the second floor, with me trailing behind him, gawking at the undoubtedly expensive erotic art on the stairwell walls. We went down a long corridor and entered a large bedroom, decorated for a gentleman in soft leathers and greens and browns and gold’s. I heard the water running in a side room, and before I could explore there, a Greek god appeared at the door. He was young, couldn’t have been twenty yet, and lithe, with a slim waist and hips, although with well-defined musculature; black curly hair, flopping down into his face and gorgeous light-blue eyes. His welcoming smile showed luminous pearly whites. He was wearing form-fitting white T-shirt, and tight gray slacks that showed a respectable basket at the crouch. Fine, curly black hair laced down his forearms and blossomed from the V neck of his T.

“Hello, there, my name is Salvas. You both look exhausted,” he said with a grin. “To the showers with both of you.”

Both I and the Hulk stripped down again and padded into the bathroom, which boasted a particularly large shower stall. The water was on from two jets, and the Hulk and I entered. I turned and watched the Greek god pull the T over his head and strip off his trousers. He was wearing a silky thong that left little to the imagination, and he was beautiful—slim, lithe, well-muscled through the chest and arms, and covered with curly hair. He winked at me as he stepped out his thong, showing a good seven inches of fairly thick, uncircumcised dick, picked up a cake of soap and a wash cloth, and entered the shower.

I was the guest, so Salvas soaked me up first, running his soap and wash cloth around my body in a way that made my cock stand at attention again. During this process, the Hulk leaned back in a corner, watched us, and languidly pulled at his dick.

Having soaped me up, Salvas turned to the Hulk, and quickly soaped him up as well. Fascinated by Salvas’s pert little butt cheeks, I couldn’t help but reach over and run my hands over them and then to continue on around his hips with one hand to explore his cock and through his legs with the other to nuzzle his balls. Salvas stopped his soaping of the Hulk long enough to turn his face to me and part my lips with his. I gasped, as he ran his tongue into my mouth and explored. I ran my fingers down to the tip of his dick and received a little thrill at the feel of the loose skin there as I pulled it back and got my fingers between it and his glans. Salvas shuddered with pleasure, and, leaving the Hulk to wash himself off, put one of his hands over mine, and brought my hand up to encase his engorged cock lightly. I kept my thumb on his piss slit. He wrapped his own hand over mine, and provided the slow pumping action on his dick. With each downward stroke, I could feel foreskin coming back up onto his glans and touching my thumb. This was a new, very interesting sensation for me. Shortly, with a shudder, Salvas came in my hand, and his cum was washed down into the drain. I looked around and the hulk was gone. It was just me and Salvas now.

I got out of the shower and Salvas dried me off with the towel, Making quite sure that all of my private parts were dry and well rubbed. After he finished, he moved around the room, straightening up, but never quite getting around to putting his clothes back on. I sat on the end of the bed and watched him.

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I wasn’t really sure how we got to this point. Steve and I had been friends for some time, and although I had begun to think of myself as bi, there is no chance I would have ever raised the topic with him. My encounters with other guys were very discreet, many miles away from where I lived, and with men I would not run into on the street.

Steve and I met through work; we were both in claims’ assessing for a large insurer, and ended up socializing from time to time. We both had girlfriends, but oddly, never met as a foursome. When I moved to another company for better wages, Steve and I stayed in touch and would meet for lunch every few weeks. Our chats were always fun, and easy. Thinking back, we never really talked about women, apart from polite enquiries about our respective girlfriends.

At one lunch, we decided on a drinks night later in the week, and met up in a quiet bar about equidistant between our homes. I’m 5 foot 10, about 65 kilos, slim in an athletic way. Steve is taller, not as slim, with a slight hunch to his shoulders. Both of us are clean-shaven, casually dressed, and probably not people you look at twice if you happen to walk past.

We drank, not to excess, but to the point where we were both delightfully merry. During the night we noticed two gay guys at another table, and from the light reflecting on their wedding rings, we tossed about the idea that they were recently married. They were affectionate, whispering closely, stroking hands, fairly oblivious to anyone else like any couple in a new love.

Steve looked at them for awhile, not obviously, and then came out with a blunt question, so unlike him:

‘Have you ever thought about sleeping with another guy?’

What to do? Do I tell him that every now and then I meet up with a random guy, get my cock sucked, and then fuck them? So far I had only hooked up with a few guys, all bottoms. Apart from my dildo, nothing else has been inside me. Do I tell him I would like to know what it feels like to have a real penis penetrating me? That I want to experience the taste and sensation of having someone cum in my mouth? Of the four guys I had met with so far, only one wanted me to suck him – his cock was about 4 inches long, thickish. I’m circumcised, and this guy’s penis wasn’t. It was fun moving the foreskin over the head, licking the tiny bit of pre-cum, and then being able to get it all in my mouth. I wasn’t sure about whether to continue until he came, when he pulled away from me and turned around, ready for me to fuck him. He masturbated while I moved slowly in him; in porn clips the guy pulls out and then easily slides back in. In reality, it took a bit to get in, and if I pulled back too far and slipped out it was a small effort to re-enter him, so it was easier just to move slowly and deeply. I felt his ass clench on my cock and then his back arched a little, and I glanced around to see his cum hit the couch he was kneeling on. He was happy for me to continue, and after a few more moments I was close and pulled out. I took off the condom and his mouth moved down towards me as the cum started flowing. It felt so good when his mouth went around me and sucked me until there was nothing left.

How could I tell Steve this?

‘I have been curious,’ I say, ‘but I think it’s a genital curiosity. I’m not sure that I want an emotionally intimate relationship with another guy. I know what it feels like to have my own hand aksaray escort on my penis, and sometimes I wonder what it would be like to play with someone else’s’.

‘Me too’, he said.

There was a momentary awkward silence, and he got up to get more drinks. So much for that lead-in. I’m not sure how we would move to a friends with benefits place, and I wasn’t convinced I would even want to with him. Too close to home, so to speak.

We continued to chat until it was time to consider leaving, as this bar closed at 10. Steve invited me back to his place; his girlfriend was away for the night. I hesitated, but decided yes, and we went out to find a taxi. It wasn’t too late, taxis were around, and soon we were on the way to his place.

We decided to continue with glasses of port, and the TV was on in the background. I’m not sure what we talked about; perhaps movies, perhaps books. And then another of those unexpected questions:

‘How often do you and K have sex?’

I was a little startled by it, since this is not how our conversations usually go. Still.

‘About once a week’, I respond.

‘Is that enough for you?’

‘No’, I say, and in another surprising moment, I added ‘that’s why I masturbate 2-3 times a week’.

‘Do you?’ Steve asked rhetorically. ‘J and I rarely have sex – maybe once a month. I’m just not that keen. But then I also masturbate as often as I can!’

We both sort of shrugged, fatalistically, and silently declined to ask each other the obvious questions about why we were having less sex than the supposed average, and what it meant, if anything.

‘You know how you said you wanted to find out what it’s like to hold a prick that’s not yours? I do too, but I have no idea how to go about it’. Steve didn’t look directly at me as he said this.

Inspired by one drink too many, and taking myself again by surprise, I offered ‘You can hold mine if you want’.

Steve might have been angling towards this. At least, I thought he was. But there was no way to describe his reaction other than to say he looked embarrassed.

‘And I’ll return the favour’, I said.

He said nothing.

This was the moment when we either did this, or lost the chance. I stood up, and simply undid my jeans and took them off. I had already removed my shoes and socks in deference to the hardwood floors in Steve’s house. I folded my jeans and put them on the end of the lounge, and stood facing Steve, who hadn’t moved at all. If anything was going to happen, it was up to me to move it along. I had boxer shorts on, and the press of my cock against the material was obvious. As I said, I’m circumcised, just a tiny bit short of 7 inches long, not unduly thick. Being very slim, when erect I’m a flagpole person, as my girlfriend once described me.

What next? Steve still hadn’t moved. I think he was a bit shocked that we had unexpectedly arrived at this point. Okay, so it was still up to me. I pulled down my boxers, and then took off my shirt. I was naked in front of Steve, cock almost fully erect. In for a penny, I thought, so I stroked myself slowly to full harness, and walked closer to Steve.

‘Here’s your chance, Steve’.

It was only a few seconds, a few seconds that felt like a year, and I wondered if he was going to say he had changed his mind, leaving me standing naked on his hardwood floor. Nope, he reached up amasya escort and gently took the shaft, and started moving his hand in a slow, firm hold. It felt very nice. With that feeling there was an odd emotion about the fact that it was Steve’s hand making me feel good. I had had enough drinks to care less about that, and more about the movements of his hand. I’ll sort the conflicting feelings out in my head later.

We stayed like this for awhile, me standing, Steve sitting, him slowly jerking my cock. It had been a few days since my last orgasm, and I didn’t want to cum too quickly, so I asked him to be less firm with his grip. That helped, and I could enjoy the sensation without thinking it was taking me too quickly to an ejaculation.

Steve was content giving me his first hand job. He couldn’t take his eyes off my genitals, and added another hand to caress my balls when I said I liked that too. His lips were not too far away and I think he was thinking about whether to suck me, but he didn’t. One step at a time, I thought.

‘This is really nice, Steve. I want to know what it feels like to have your cock in my hand too’, and I moved back away from his hand. Steve stood up, and I gave him space to get undressed, thinking that he may get a bit weirded out if I started taking off his clothes.

He hesitated when it came time to take off his underwear. He had black jocks, the ones with the pee-flap, and he was obviously hard. I moved closer to him, and simply grabbed his package in my hand, squeezing without force, and Steve uttered a sort of moan. I hooked my fingers in to take them down but Steve did it, and his cock sprang up. Also circumcised, about 6 inches long, maybe a little bit thicker than mine, and I could see pre-cum glistening on the tip. I used my finger to take it off, and licked it off my finger. Steve looked a bit startled, so I distracted him by starting a slow hand job on him. He took my cock in his hand again and we stood there facing each other, not looking at each other, while our hands moved over each others’ cocks, occasionally brushing. It added to how good it all felt.

Steve asked in a quiet voice, ‘How does it feel?’ I remembered then that this is the first foreign penis I am meant to have held, and I said, ‘Better than I imagined. I love being able to stroke you and see your reactions’.

‘Ditto’, he said.

There’s only so long you can be standing in front of a guy jerking his cock, avoiding eye contact. It just feels strange.

‘Let’s move to the couch’, I suggest.

That’s better. Somehow we seem to be sitting close enough to be able comfortably to hold the other’s penis, but not close enough that our actual bodies are touching. Odd, but okay.

Steve asks me if I want to watch porn as well. I think that’s a good idea. I don’t need it, but it will give us another focal point. This is all new, after all – for Steve, at least. As I stroke his penis, feeling the softness of the skin on the hardness, I feel okay that this time it’s a person I know, and not an anonymous dick. I might feel differently tomorrow. So might Steve. We might have screwed up our friendship when the light of day clears away the alcohol. I care, but don’t care – I’m too aroused to dissect it.

Steve puts porn on – bog standard het fucking, in the amateur style. As he comes to sit down again, I move, onto my knees in front of him, and antalya escort Steve again looks uncertain.

‘I want to play with your balls too’, I say, and he relaxes. Did he think I was about to put his cock in my mouth? That might have been a move too far. His balls are hairy. Very. I fondle them, squeeze them, and go close to his asshole without getting too close, and then return to stroking him while my other hand stays on his balls. He’s watching the porn as I do this, and I make my grip on his cock a little firmer. He squirms but doesn’t stop me or say anything, so, what the fuck, let’s make him cum.

I increase my tempo, and move a bit closer to the glans, while my other hand caresses under his balls, and his hips move more than they have been. Steve still doesn’t say anything until finally out it comes: ‘It’s going to happen’. I stroke faster and the first spurts of cum appear. I don’t cum buckets, as they say, and neither does Steve. But it’s great. I watch as 3-4 small spurts of cum appear, then squeeze out more. It flows onto my hand, and I slow the pace, jerking with less speed and pressure. After a while Steve falls back even further onto the lounge, and then makes a move that seems to say, ‘It’s okay, you can stop now’, so I do.

I go into the bathroom and get a hand-towel, washing my hand while there, and come back in and give Steve the towel to clean up. He looks a bit anxious, so I say to him, ‘That was great. It was everything I thought it would be’. He’s pleased and obviously still satisfied from his release.

My cock, however, has lost a little hardness, and needs attention. This is the point where I wonder, now that Steve has cum, whether the refractive period has kicked in and he’ll just want me to go. Nope. I’m still standing, and his hand moves out and grabs me again, stroking me. It’s not long till I’m as erect as I have ever been, and super horny. I really want to cum.

Instead of suggesting I sit on the couch, Steve just jerks me while I’m standing. It’s getting more frantic, and he’s losing a bit of style, nothing I can’t compensate for with a slight move of my hips or body to stop the angle becoming uncomfortable.

‘God, Steve, that feels wonderful!’

He needed the encouragement, and goes back to it, forgetting I have balls that would like to be touched too. Never mind, this is feeling good.

‘I’m about to cum’, I say, eschewing the euphemisms and getting straight to the point.

And I do. Steve is right in front of me. He must know it’s going to hit his body, and he aims me towards his chest. I start ejaculating, Steve moving feverishly on my cock as I do. The head of my penis gets unbearably sensitive at orgasm for about five seconds, but I bear it so as not to ruin the experience for him. And then I see it. A small bit of cum hits his lips, and he licks it off and swallows it. I pretend I saw nothing.

We clean up, say platitudes about how good it felt, say nothing about tomorrow or how we should react when next we catch up, or even when the next catch-up will be. We don’t do anything too intimate, like shower together, or cum-kiss, or even kiss. Hug? Nope. Right now we have a genital connection, and it’s enough.

I stay for a bit, I call a cab, I go home.

I have no idea what happens next. For now, I’m happy that someone gave me a pleasant hand job, and that I got to do the same thing, and delight in watching someone else’s orgasm (hard to miss when cum is flying). Would Steve want to suck me off? Do I want to fuck him? Or have I fuck him? My gut reaction is no. But then, I swore to myself to keep my encounters anonymous, and that didn’t happen.

Damn, thinking about these things has made me aroused again.

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I was 18 when I went by train to visit my brother who was away in college. It was a trip of many firsts for me. It was the first time I got drunk. I was the first time I got stoned. It was the first time I threw up until my stomach was empty. It was also the first time I explored my sexuality and discovered my sensuality, desire, and the nature of erotica.

I was on the train heading home. It was late afternoon so I went to the observation car to watch the sunset beyond the mountains. I was still a virgin and my thoughts were swimming in thoughts of girls, sex, and intimacy. I lamented over a girl at school who I desperately wanted. I wanted to pleasure her and make her feel like a queen. I wanted to make her feel special, and, in return, feel a sense of worth I desperately lacked.

He sat next to me. It made me a little uncomfortable, since there were many open seats in the car. I did not look at him until he spoke.

“Hi”

“Hello” I return.

“Beautiful day, huh?”

“Yes. I like the way the black mountains contrast with the crimson sky.”

“It would make a nice painting.”

“uh huh.”

“My name is Robert.”

“Greg.” I shake his hand.

We chatted for a bit about were we come from and where we were going. I became more comfortable with him as the conversation continued. He offered me to join him at dinner and I accepted. I returned to my coach seat and read a little before the first seating.

I found him in the dining car. Already, a glass of wine was before him. I sat down and looked out the window. The landscape is cloaked in darkness. The lights of the dining car drown out stars so there is nothing to see. We talk and talk. He owns a bar in Denver. He is full of stories. I find myself really drawn to him.

Maybe it is his lively blue eyes. They twinkle in the lights of the car. He has a strong jaw and a full well manicured mustache. He is well built. I find his hands strangely attractive. They are large, strong, and like is mustache, well cared for. I guess his age to be in the early 40s. I find myself gazing at him like a star struck teenybopper. I am enthralled with the wisdom and mystery that comes with age.

Even more odd, I am untroubled by my feelings. Perhaps it is his warm smile and easy laugh. The conversation flows well past dessert. My full cup of coffee has grown cold.

“So are you in coach?” I ask.

“Nope. I have a sleeper car.”

“Are they nice?”

“A little small, but sure beats sleeping in coach.”

“Yeah, I bet it does. I remember the restless sleep I got on the way to see my brother. Can I see your room?”

“Of course” he smiles.

He pays for both our dinners and I thank him. We walk towards the engine where the sleeper cars are located. Three cars later we arrive at his room. It is at the end of the car. He opens the door and turns on the light. He lets me enter before him.

The room is small, but nice. To my left is a single bed. In front are a big window and a small table that folds in to the wall for more space. There is a vase with fresh flowers and 2 bottles of complimentary champagne on ice. Next to the table is a chair. There is a bathroom to my right. The bathroom is also a shower with a handheld sprayer attached next to the toilette.

I notice the room is well insulated. The rhythmic ka-chunk of the tracks is muted to a pleasant muffle. He shuts the door behind him and stands behind me. I turn and shut off the lights.

“That’s better. I can see the stars with out the light on.”

I feel his hand, strong, warm, and confident on my shoulder. I feel goose bumps all over my body. His hand reaches my other shoulder. He rubs me. I melt in to his touch. I feel his breath on my neck. He kisses me. I shudder. His masculine moustache tickles my virgin skin. His hands smooth over my body as he hugs me from behind. One hand leaves me as he turns to lock the door.

I feel electric. His hands return to explore me. I feel the blood rush to my penis. I loose myself in the caress of this older man. He is so confident and gentle. He is gentle in a way that only amplifies the power in his strong body. I imagine what he could do to me…what he will do to me.

I am so inexperienced. I can only stand submissively as he explores me. He untucks my shirt and pulls it over my head. His wonderful hands touch my skin. I moan his name. He kisses my neck again and my body is consumed in the sensation. I lean my head against his shoulder as he ravishes me.

His hands slide up my flat stomach to my hard nipples. He pinches them between is fingers.

“Wow!”

I feel his warm breath on my saliva cooled skin escape in a chuckle. He is so experienced. He is magical. He is beautiful. Our age difference separates us not only in time, but also in self-knowledge. He may have made love to hundred men for all I know, but this is my first time. I let him guide me deep in to my first sexual experience. He is such a gentle and sensual man. I feel no reservations. I drink in the moment.

He üsküdar escort moves from me. My body craves his attention. I feel disappointed but I do not voice it. I am in a strange land, experiencing wonderful foreign things and I fear speaking will transport me back to the dull world I left when I entered his cabin.

“Champagne?” He asks as he opens one of the bottles. He flashes me a wonderful smile. I adore him.

“Sure.” I absently answer. I am still reveling in living dream.

“You OK?” he chuckles.

“I have never been more alive, or erect” I smile back.

He laughs and hands me my glass.

“What shall we toast?”

“How about new horizons?” I offer.

“To new horizons”

Our glasses clink. The train rolls on. The stars light the room gently. He takes my glass from my hand and sets it on the table with his. Grabbing my waist he pulls me to him. His cologne is an aphrodisiac. We kiss my first passionate kiss. His mustache feels so masculine against my upper lip. His hot tongue enters my mouth. I taste champagne. I sigh and feel my body and my soul melt in to him. Our tongues slowly slide and circle each other.

Never did I imagine passion could be so deep. I thought kissing was for the benefit of the girl, as a prelude to getting in to her pants. I realize I am the girl. I was not lamenting to have that girl. I wanted to be her. I want to be sexy and inspire the lust of my lover. It was not me making love to her, but my dream lover taking me. It is me that is being aroused by my masculine lover. And I am not making her wet…I am making him hard.

“Wow!” I breathe after our embrace.

He laughs again. I feel so delightfully overwhelmed. I know I am his plaything. He is toying with me. I am OK with that. I want this to last as long as it can. He hands me my glass. We drain our glasses and he opens the other bottle.

He runs his hands over my chest. My nipples are on fire. I feel the wetness of my precum saturating my shorts. He takes my nipple in to his warm mouth. I gasp.

“Oh God!”

He sucks, licks, and nibbles my nipples.

“You are going to make me cum if you keep doing that!”

“Actually, I better take care of the first so you can enjoy this”

I don’t know what he means. He unbuckles my belt, unbuttons and unzips my pants, and pulls them down to my knees. My aching cock looks so big and angry. The head is a rich and dark purple. It glistens with my clear lustful oozings. He engulfs me in his mouth. I am over stimulated. I can’t breathe. His muscular tongue, warm mouth, sucking, and slurping sound, all combine and assault my senses. I look down and am amazed and excited at the vision of my handsome lover sucking my dick. It is so fucking hot. I can’t contain myself.

“Ahhh!” I scream as my seed pumps in to his wonderful mouth. My legs weaken. My breath is ragged. My body tingles and shivers. I cum and cum. I feel like I am exhaling a long held stale breath of stagnant air and sucking in pure sensual joy. It feels incredible to cum in this beautiful man’s mouth. He drinks my semen in to his beautiful body.

When my orgasm fades he stands before me. He admires my body. MY body. I can’t believe he is enjoying my body. I have never considered myself sexy. Here in my new world I am a sexual creature that inspires desires and lustful looks. In this world, age gives way to intimacy expressed in a sensual bond between lovers.

“Undress”

I take my clothes off. In gym glass I was always shy and hated undressing in front of the other boys. But here…here with Robert…I want to be naked for him. I want to pleasure him.

My skin is pale white in the starlit room. My penis is again erect, but the urgency to cum has been replaced by a desire to feel and be felt.

Warm strong hands are around my narrow waist. My arms wrap around his neck. We kiss like lovers lost in our time. My hands drift to his chest. I pull his shirt off.

“Oh Robert!” I exclaim as his muscled body is exposed for my delight. Dark hair compliments is hard body. He pulls me to his hairy chest. My nipples and skin drink in the feel of his warm skin and hair. He kisses my neck. My hands run up his strong back. So strong…

He breaks our embrace. He pulls off his pants as I down my drink. I am feeling quite giddy. Is it from the wine or the sex? His penis shows proud in the dim cabin. He is erect. “I did that,” I say to myself. His penis is long and thick. He wears it well. He stands with his hands on his hips like a god. I kneel before him.

I cup his large testicles in my hand. They are hot and heavy. I kiss the large mushroom shaped penis head. I never thought a penis could be beautiful. Now I am here worshiping his member. I make love to it. I lick the length of his shaft. I feel the thick veins with my tongue. I smell the musty man scent mixed with his cologne. I feel his cock with my lips and hands. I let it slide across my face as I lick and suck his swollen gaziemir escort balls.

He moans for me. His pleasure vocalized inspires me. I take him gently in to my mouth. I let it fill me. Relaxing, his beauty slides deep in to my throat. I should have gagged. I did not. He is breathing heavy.

I am actually pleasuring this man. I am having sex with a man! My mouth is full of cock! My mind is peppered with similar thoughts as my mouth is salted with his precum. It is nectar to me. I am full of wonder over how I can use my body to pleasure him. I use my hands to pull on his balls in the same way I do when I jack off. I pull him deeper in to my throat by squeezing his firm buns and pulling him in to me. I consume him as he consumes me. My nose nestles in to his dark pubic hair. I close my eyes and just feel him. His cock is my world. I am eager to explore.

He pulls me up from my knees. He kisses me. Can I ever grow tired of his kisses? Our hard cocks meet. We rub against each other. His penis is slick with my saliva. His hands grope and rub and massage my young body. My virgin skin is so sensitive to his touch. I am his and, I realize with pride, he is mine. He turns me around to face the window.

“The moon is out”

I look at the bright moon. The mountains and the pines are black. Where they meet, the starlit sky it looks like raggedly torn paper. It is as if the sky were torn to reveal the infinite darkness behind it. The moon lights our bodies. It is a lover’s light. The soft glow is perfect for my introduction in to sex and sensuality. Even if this were to end now, I will never be the same.

He hugs me from behind. His hands are on my waist. His lips are on my neck. His hard, hot, beautiful penis is between my ass cheeks. I am in heaven. He dry humps my ass. His penis slides between my cheeks. I moan and lean my head back to rest on his shoulder. I want him to fuck me.

I feel his hands trail down my back as he kneels at my ass. His confident hands part my tight cheeks. I feel his hot breath as I hold my own in anticipation. His tongue slides down my crack. I shiver in a small seizure of pleasure. All these new feelings felt in one glorious evening rock my world. I had no idea. I thought I knew fantasy. Robert is taking me places of which I never dreamed.

His tongue on my anus is amazing. I fantasized about licking that girl’s pussy and making her shiver and cum. Now it is my lover and my virgin ass assuming the roles. And it is better than any dream. His tongue delves in to me. In to my ass. In to my pussy. I give him my hole.

“Oh Robert!” I moan as I grip the table for stability. I close my eyes and concentrate on the feeling of his wet strong tongue bathing my puckered hole. He makes love to it. He kisses it as he kissed my mouth. It is so beautiful. I feel my eyes water in joy.

“Robert?”

“Yes.”

“I want you inside me.”

He pauses. “You sure?”

“Yes. I want to use my body to pleasure you.”

“You already are.”

“I need to feel you inside me.”

He pulls his bag out from under the bed. My heart is racing. Will it hurt? His penis is so big. What if I don’t like it? He pulls out a bottle of clear lubricant and a condom. He rolls the condom on to his big cock. He gets on his knees. I hear him squirt lubricant from the bottle. A warm hand grabs my left cheek and massages it. I close my eyes.

“Relax.”

I feel the cool lubricant being rubbed between my cheeks. He lubricates my entire crack. Then I feel pressure. I exhale and relax. His finger enters me. I like it. He slowly twists and hooks his digit in me. I surrender to his expertise. I trust him.

There is more pressure and a little discomfort as he inserts another finger. I adjust quickly. So strange. It feels so strange and erotic to have something foreign enter my ass. Will the wonders never cease? The gushy noises and the anal sensations both raise my arousal. My heart is still racing, but not from fear. It is racing with the thought of having this sexy man fuck me. He will fuck me and cum because I feel good to him.

The third or forth finger enters more smoothly. I feel like a puppet and at the same time like a lover. He wipes his hand on a towel I do not remember him grabbing. I start to move.

Stay right there. His hands run up my flat tummy and pinch my nipples again. I realize that my nipples are very sensitive. Robert has helped me find an erogenous zone before unknown to me. I am moaning like the virgin I am. His condom covered cock rubs up and down my lubricated crack. It feels so good. It feels so good to have a beautiful man desire me. His dick is so hard and long. It feels longer than my crack.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and leans me forward. I put my hands on the glass and spread my legs. God I feel sexy! Here I am submitting my body to him. I am begging him to take me with my actions. I am breathing so heavy.

I feel pressure again. He keeps constant pressure as sancaktepe escort my anus yields to his hardness. I relax and breathe. I coax him in to me with my mind.

He is in. I grit my teeth from the pain. My asshole is on fire. He does not move. The fire dies. The realization hits. There is a big cock in your butt! Robert’s dick is in your ass!

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah. It hurt for a moment there.”

“I thought it would. I just put the head in for now.”

I look to my right and discover there is a mirror. I see a muscular fucking hot forty-year-old man that has the tip of his big dick in the ass of a 18-year-old boy. The boy has his long slender legs spread to accommodate his lover. His round cheeks glow in the moonlight. His hands are pressed against the glass of the window. His eyes glow with lustful passion. His hard penis is erect to a 45-degree angle.

I almost came. It was if I saw myself for the first time. It is the first time I have looked at myself and thought I was sexy.

The pain is gone and I can feel the thickness of his cock. I imagine the large mushroomed head of cock in my ass. I need more. I push off from the glass and take more of him in to my body. The more I am filled, the more I am fulfilled. He lets me work his cock with my body. I feel so sexy. I begin to sway my hips so I can feel him in new places. I take more and more of him in to me. I keep checking the mirror to find out how deep he is. I have a ways to go!

My anus is sending pleasure through out my body. Other than the feeling of being filled, I do not feel much past my hole. Then I go for it and engulf his whole cock in my body.

“Wow!” we say in unison. I definitely feel something deep with in me and it feels GOOD! It is like jacking off on the inside. His long thick cock is rubbing something inside my body. I look in the mirror. He is in. His warm body is against my cheeks.

He takes my hips and begins to slide out of me. My anus sings. He pushes all the way in.

“Ha!”

He hit the spot again. Slowly out and slowly in he works my hole. I groan every time he hits my magic place. I am in ecstasy. What more can I offer this sexy man other than my ass for his pleasure? The gushy slurping noises are too hot. The vision of his muscular body sliding his big dick in an out of me in the mirror is driving me crazy. I almost feel detached…as if I could never be a part of something so beautiful. But I am. Robert has made me part of this beautiful vision.

His muscles ripple as he makes love to me. He notices when I moan and finds my place. He works it with savage jabs. My cock has drooled a long thread of precum. I am lost in wonder. How can a dick in my ass feel so good?

Tingley warmth spreads through my body. My balls tighten.

“Robert?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Look in the mirror.”

He looks as I shoot a long rope of thick semen on to the table.

“Oh Honey” he moans and starts really fucking me hard. I want to tell him I love him, but my orgasm takes over my body and I am left chanting “Oh, Oh, Oh!” as my penis spurts cum and my body is rocked my his violent thrusts. His cock conducts the orchestra of my orgasm as chords of thick semen spew from my body.

He stops pumping as my orgasm fades.

“That was beautiful”

I can only nod as I try to catch my breath.

His hands caress my body. I am so sensitive. His touch is electric and makes me shake. He pulls out from my ass and removes his condom. I am momentarily disappointed because I wanted to make him cum. But I realize there is nothing preventing me from doing so.

“That was the most exciting thing I have every done. I have never felt such an orgasm.”

“I have never seen someone cum so much!” he chuckles as he looks at the mess I made of the table.

I kiss him. I take his cock in my hand and squeeze it. How can something so firm, be so soft?

“What am I going to do with this? Such a nasty swelling! I will have to drain it.” I smile.

I grab the bottle of lubricant and squirt some in to my hand. I coat his penis. It shines in the moonlight like a knight’s sword. I jack him off with both hands. I feel him with my fingers and palms. I gently twist the great knob of his cock head.

He sits down on the armless chair. I kneel and continue pleasuring him. I tickle him with my fingers. I massage his balls. I jack him. I tend to his wonderful cock, as a lover should. His pleasure is mine.

His moans are deep and soulful. I tell him that I love him with my hands. I admire his muscled body. God he is beautiful! I grow hard again.

I straddle him. He looks me in the eye “I should wear a condom.”

“I want your seed in my body”

His eyes grow soft and appear to water. I guide his penis in to my body. He slides in smoothly. I am filled again with my lover’s penis. I grab the towel from the table and wipe my hands. He is still looking at me in awe. I ride him long and smooth.

“You feel so good” he says shaking his head

“You feel wonderful. You fill me like nothing ever has”

His hands cup and massage my firm cheeks. I run my fingers through his dark hair. I caress his chest while I ride his hardness. I feel him deep in my body. I pinch his nipples and he moans. We kiss. His tongue penetrates my mouth, as does his cock. I am filled with him in every hole I can offer.

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*Sorry for the delay in posting this next chapter — I had actually intended to skip straight past this in-between part of the story to the excitement ahead, but I had so many comments and messages from readers with ideas I liked so much that I that I decided to write in this extra chapter. I hope this adds to the story rather than taking anything away- even though it is a bit slow I got the impression that I needed to fill in more of their relationship. Massive thank yous to everyone who helped along the way!* Chapter 5:

June 2009:

Keith:

“I think I forgot to tell you last week.” I said as John and I ate a late supper of peanut butter on toast. I was in pyjamas but John was going to be heading home so he’d put his clothes back on. It made me realise I had no idea what he even wore to bed at home. Which in turn made me very, very curious… “I’m going back to the city for a week for my sister’s birthday.”

“Yeah, I know.” John said placidly. “Saw on your calendar.”

“Oh, right.” I said. “Well. If you wanted…” I began slowly. He didn’t look up. I chickened out. “You probably can’t get the time off.” I finished instead.

“Not at the moment, no.” He answered, still looking at his food and not at me.

Shouldn’t have even hinted at it.

I nodded. “Anyway.” I decided to keep talking as if I’d never said anything about it, as if that moment had never happened. “I’ll probably head up on Monday and stay the week. Em’s birthday’s Wednesday and then she’s been bugging me to meet this friend of hers who’s in publishing, so I think she’s arranged that too. And my mum will probably grill me for not having been home for so long and tie me to a chair to keep me home for a while… but anyway.”

“When did you last see them?” John asked, finally glancing at me.

“Um. I saw them in late March at a family friend’s party. I know. It’s remiss of me, right? I mean, they only live a few hours’ drive away, at the most, and I still haven’t even gone to visit even once since I left the city…”

“Keith.” John interrupted me and shot me a smile. “My parents live fifteen minutes drive away and I see them probably once a year.”

“Oh.” I said meekly. “Oh, I’m…” I forced myself to stop talking.

A smile quirked the edge of John’s mouth. “I don’t see my brothers much either.” He said with a shrug. “Me and Sarah… we still speak to our brothers, and I think she’d like everyone to get along, but I can’t see that happening.”

“Why?” I found myself asking before I could stop myself. This was the first time he’d brought his family up at all.

John raised his eyebrows and leant back in his chair. “Because I find them offensive.”

Wow. I didn’t know what to say to that. Did I dare ask what he meant? Since he wasn’t out, then I had a fair idea…

John was looking away.

“Gordon’s going to run training while I’m away.” I went on, just for something to say.

“Yeah.” John said, suddenly giving me a suspicious look. “About that.”

“What?” I asked. Did he want me to have asked him to run it? I’d just assumed he was more of an Aussie Rules or rugby sort of guy.

“You know Joel’s underage, right?”

I stopped breathing for a moment. “Excuse me?” I stared at him, about to get up and maybe leave the room so I didn’t hit him or yell…

Joel and I had started running in the mornings. I wasn’t much of a runner anymore, but the town pool shut over winter and there was no gym so it had been my only choice. And I’d bumped into Joel down at the oval, and we’d been training together ever since his dad had given him permission to rejoin the team.

I had been there for that boy when his dad had freaked, I was happy to help him and not because I wanted him back on the team. I liked that boy. He was shy and self-effacing, but he had potential. And now John was going to question me over my intentions?

Then I noticed the smile he was trying to hide.

“You shit!” I told him.

John just laughed.

John:

My house was empty.

Strange that I’d never noticed before. I guess it had never mattered. Not when I always got home from work, cleaned up, changed, and headed over to Keith’s. Not when I spent most of my free time over at his place.

Not that it mattered now, either… but I couldn’t help comparing it to Keith’s house. Keith’s home.

There, there was life and activity and colour, always something cooking and Keith playing music or sitting writing or repainting the hallway.

It hit me hard, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

It wasn’t Keith’s home I liked. It was him.

No wonder my house felt so empty.

I wandered into the kitchen and looked at my phone on the wall. I could call him.

No. I turned away and went back to the lounge room. I couldn’t call him. Not when he hadn’t even been gone overnight yet. I was not that needy person. I did not need to tell him anything or to speak to him and I certainly didn’t need to bahçelievler escort hear his voice. This was all just rubbish.

My mobile beeped somewhere and I ran to find it and check… not Keith. And had I just run to check a text message on the chance it was him?

He was probably in the middle of a family dinner. He wasn’t even thinking about me. He wasn’t going to have a problem being away for a week and neither was I.

I glared at my phone. There was no reason to call him.

I did not need to call him.

I was not going to call him.

Keith:

My phone started ringing while we were having coffee. I snuck a look at the screen, quite prepared to ignore it.

John’s name flashed up on the screen.

I stood up quickly. “I have to take this,” I apologised to Em and mum and dad. “I’ll be quick! Sorry…” I answered the phone but I didn’t speak until I’d shut the door behind me.

“Hey, you.” I said. I was grinning like an idiot.

“Hey.” John replied, his voice soft.

“How was your day?”

“Pretty normal.” He was smiling now, I could hear it. “No weepy drunks to contend with, anyway.”

“Shut up.” I told him with a laugh and flopped onto the couch. My knees were hooked over the arm and I lay looking at the ceiling.

“How was the drive? No trouble.”

“It was fine. There are some freaking enormous trucks out there, though. I was afraid for my life at one point.”

John laughed softly. “You take down their number plates? I’ll check them out.”

“I didn’t even think of that!” I teased back.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” John asked after a moment of silence. There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

“No!” I said quickly. “We were just having coffee. Babe, you can call me anytime.” I drew a breath, threw caution to the wind. “I was really glad you called.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I smiled to myself. I hadn’t expected a call tonight. Maybe in a couple of days time, but not tonight.

“You’ve had a good day?”

“Yeah, just hanging out. I’ve been stealing recipes from mum and Em’s pleased as punch to see me. We finished eating and were having coffees.”

“So… do they know…” John stopped. He didn’t need to finish. I knew what he was going to say.

“No. I can tell them it was someone in town who promised to read my draft.”

There was a silence and I sighed. I hoped he didn’t hear. What was the big deal, though? My family didn’t know anyone in town, and I had an excuse ready for him. I bit my tongue and said nothing.

“Promise?” John finally asked.

“What?” Hadn’t I just said I’d tell them that?

“Well, you wouldn’t let me read it before.”

“Oh.” Oh. That was… unexpected… Not about my family knowing after all. Although he had asked the question… I didn’t know what to think. I pushed my concern aside and tried to formulate an answer. “No, you can read it. You want to? Really? I mean, it’s second rate, it really is. It still needs a lot of work.”

“You’ve spent months on it. I’d love to.” John sounded so serious, so warm. I smiled and shut my eyes.

“I miss you.” I whispered.

A soft breath against the phone. I thought he was on the verge of his slow sexy laugh. “I miss you too.” He answered, very softly. “When will you be home?”

“I don’t know.” I groaned and covered my eyes. “I mean…” I wanted to invite him up but I knew he wouldn’t say yes, so I didn’t ask at all. “Maybe Friday.”

“Let me know when you’re leaving, yeah?”

“Yeah. But I’ll speak to you again before then.”

“Yeah.”

“So… I probably better go back in the kitchen.” I murmured. I didn’t want to hang up.

“Right. No, I realised when I called that you’d probably be busy.”

“I can call you back later.” I suggested.

John sighed. “Look. I’m probably just going to go to bed.”

“Ok. Well, I’ll speak to you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, you will.” John sounded like he was smiling again.

I didn’t know what to say next. “So I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” I ended up saying, inwardly kicking myself.

“You’re repeating yourself now.” John said lightly.

“Yeah, I know.” I said gloomily and he laughed.

“Well. Enjoy your time with your family. Don’t- don’t hurry home too soon just because I called or whatever. Just…”

“I will.” I promised quietly. “But call me whenever you want.”

“Yeah.” John agreed. He couldn’t know how happy I was he’d called me, could he?

There was another short silence.

“What do you wear to bed?” I blurted out.

John laughed, sounding surprised. “Seriously?” He asked, then cleared his throat. “Mostly just what I wear in your bed. Nothing.”

“Oh.” I chewed on the tip of my finger.

“It’s not like I’m going to stumble out to the kitchen in the morning and shock anyone.” John added. I grinned. “Why do you ask?” He added, his tone more puzzled.

“Um. Just wondered.” John laughed again. I bağcılar escort think he sounded pleased.

I smiled for a minute. I really wanted to be home with him. I was only here for a few days, I reminded myself. And then I could go home and see John. And spend all weekend with him.

“Talk to you tomorrow then.” John said.

I laughed. “Now you’re repeating me.”

“Ha ha.” He said, but we both laughed and fell into another silence.

“Ok.” I said. This was stupid. We were both grown men and we were sitting in a stalemate on the phone. I refused to do this. “Bye John.”

“Bye Keith.” He answered softly.

There was a moment of silence, then I hung up. And pressed the phone to my forehead. And smiled at the ceiling.

The lounge room door burst open.

“Was that him?” Emma asked, bouncing into the room. My little sister was a tall, athletic brunette with a big smile. We had the same eyes and same colour hair, and we got along really well too, given our similar personalities.

“What? Who?” I asked quickly, sitting up and wiping the smile off my face.

“Him. The one who isn’t out yet. The one you were having dinner with. The one you never told me anything about after that like one email!”

“Oh.” Right. I had emailed her about that, hadn’t I… “Uh, yeah, that’s him. He’s going to read my manuscript. You know. Give me an objective opinion.”

“Yeah, objective.” She laughed, poking me. “Say you while you shag him every which way, you hypocrite.”

“I’m not- it’s not like that!” I objected quickly. My cheeks were already getting red. This conversation had not gone the way I’d expected. I really had not expected her to ambush me.

“You’re having sex with him, aren’t you? Mind blowing, toe curling, neighbourhood disturbing sex?”

“No!” I lied. Shit. I hadn’t even thought about the neighbours…

“Yes, you are! You said so in your email!”

Not good. I had basically said that… I’d forgotten…

“Uh…” I blinked at her. I must have looked stupid.

Emma laughed. “You either totally lied and have just got a massive man crush on him, or you’re gettin’ some!” She finished with an obscene gesture and a voice mimicking some terrible accent she probably saw in a really bad movie. I sighed.

“Em,” I said, rolling my eyes. Hopefully, if I could just avoid giving a direct answer…

She laughed and gave me a friendly punch. Which still hurt. It kind of sucked having a little sister who was just as tall and more muscular than I was.

“Tell me about him!” She demanded.

“Oh, who?” Mum said, coming into the lounge room. Dad turned around behind her and headed away from the lounge room. He was not interested in hearing about my ‘man crush’. I didn’t mind. He wouldn’t have been interested in hearing about Em’s either.

“This guy Keith likes.”

“Guys…” I tried object, but then I stopped.

Had I really reached the point of lying for him? Ok. So even if we hadn’t been together for that long I could tell them a bit, couldn’t I? Who were they going to tell?

“Ok.” I said. I suddenly grinned and pulled a cushion into my lap.

Mum and Em sat down opposite me, smiling, leaning forward.

I cleared my throat. I was suddenly not sure where to begin.

Emma solved that problem for me right away.

“So what’s he like in bed?” She demanded gleefully. Mum looked slightly shocked and I couldn’t help but wince.

Maybe I should have insisted he was just a crush, after all.

July 2009:

Keith:

I threw open the door before John had even rung the bell. “Look, it’s here!” I told him and dragged him into the smallish room off the lounge.

I’d finally had my desk repaired. It was beautiful, dark wood with the green leather patch in the middle… There was probably an actual term for it, but whatever it was I had no idea. All I knew was that I liked it.

“Huh.” John said slowly, looking at the bookshelves around the room. I hadn’t really been using this room as anything more than storage, but I was in the middle of doing it up and he probably hadn’t even seen it yet.

“It’s going to be my office.” I told him, perching on the edge of the desk. “I’ve decided that if I work from home that I should at least have a work space and try and separate work from home a bit more. I think I’ll get more done.”

“Huh.” John said again, looking out the window. The view was a slightly different angle from the kitchen, and there was a massive wisteria growing outside. I couldn’t wait for it to flower in spring.

John turned and leant against the window sill, his thumbs hooked into his pockets. “You know, you just need a fireplace with a dinky clock on the mantel and a typewriter now.”

I laughed. “I somehow can’t see myself installing a fireplace. But a typewriter would be cool! I’d really feel like a writer, then…”

“And a pipe.” John added, nodding seriously.

I looked ümraniye escort at him and he finally cracked a smile. “I thought you were serious for a moment!” I exclaimed, and he laughed.

“C’mere.” He said, but he was the one who came forward and wrapped his arms around me. He looked at me, smiling, his eyes warm and full of something I desperately wanted to call love and didn’t dare.

I was pretty sure I was in love with him. And there was absolutely nothing I wanted more than for him to love me too. And the look on his face… I was sure. He felt something. He had to.

“I wouldn’t know how to use a typewriter.” I said softly, sliding my hands up his chest to reach around his neck.

The moment ended abruptly.

John cleared his throat and let go of me, started examining the desk as if he was more interested in it than he had been a few moments ago.

I felt a cold shiver down my spine.

I had no idea what had just happened, but something had changed and I didn’t know what or why.

“I’m going to start dinner.” I told him, and left the room without waiting to see if he looked up.

It felt like he’d pushed me away. He hadn’t, but it was as if he’d taken a huge step back, a huge step away from me.

I swallowed hard and began pulling things out of my cupboard. God, what was I doing? How could I be with him when I didn’t even know what this was? How could I go on without ever knowing what exactly this was to him?

I heard him behind me but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

“Can I help?” He asked quietly.

“No.” My voice sounded brittle, even to me. I tried again. “No, it’s fine. Nothing fancy.”

“Sure?”

“Uh huh.” I still hadn’t looked at him and I didn’t plan to until I’d got a grip on myself.

I fixed a pasta and sauce and although I was more than slightly tense at the thought of a meal with him right after that, it was actually ok. We stuck to small talk, which felt weird after so long, and neither of us mentioned what had happened at all.

John left after dinner.

I don’t think either of us had expected he would stay.

John:

Walking into Jim’s the next day, all I felt was relief that Keith was keeping his ritual of coffee and cake.

“Hey.” I said, walking over to him. He looked up at me, his expression guarded and it was like a kick to the stomach.

“Hi.” He answered carefully.

“You done?” I asked him. “Something I want to show you.”

Keith looked slightly surprised, then nodded and shrugged and got up. I waited for him to pay, watched him chat with Jim for a moment, then he turned to follow me, a whipped dog sort of look in his eyes.

I hated that.

It hurt, and yet I felt like I kind of deserved it.

“You know the antique shop pretty well by now, I guess.” I told him.

“Yeah.” He agreed. It was only a few doors down and he followed me in.

“Hello, gentlemen.” Rose greeted us with a smile that displayed as much gum as teeth.

“Rose.” I said, smiling, and leant against the counter. “Now. Can I ask you to show Keith here that thing I asked you to put aside for me?”

Keith was looking interested, at least. That was a big step up.

“That makes so much more sense now, John. I couldn’t figure out why you wanted me to hold it when your grandmother’s is in much better condition!”

“My grandma’s?” That was a surprise. I’d forgotten about that entirely. “I haven’t seen that since I was a kid.” How did Rose know about that anyway?

“Haven’t you? Oh, Al’s wife had it only a few years ago. Wanted me to value it. Wasn’t happy with what I’d give her so took it home again.”

“She tried to sell it to you?” I wondered if Al knew about that. He probably did. My eldest brother wouldn’t know what a family treasure was if it jumped up and bit him on the nose.

“Yes. I dare say she’d let you have it. It’s probably gathering dust somewhere. Such a pity. This one’s not bad, not bad at all… but no one’s cared for it like your grandmother cared for hers… But as I say, it makes much more sense, now I know it’s not for you.”

She offered us another large smile and vanished into the backroom. Keith looked at me with a mix of confusion and hesitation.

I couldn’t help but grin. Rose reappeared with a large box which she set down on the counter.

“Here we are.” She said, and opened it up.

The typewriter inside gleamed in the light.

Keith’s mouth opened and he laughed, suddenly smiling at me. My heart got lighter by about ten pounds.

“Oh, wow.” He said, reaching out to touch it. “Oh… Wow. It’s… I don’t even know what to do with one. I …” I watched him hovering over it. He wanted it, I could tell. He just hadn’t worked it out yet.

Rose smiled at him. “I dare say someone around here would be able to show you.”

“Yeah. But I do have a laptop and I really… I really don’t need it…”

I grinned at Rose and she smiled back.

“I’ll leave you to have a look.” She said kindly and retreated off to the back of the shop with her duster.

Keith was vacillating, still.

“Think about it.” I told him. “Rose will hold it for you. It’s been here a while now. You don’t have to buy it. I just thought…”

He looked up at me with a sudden grin, a look shot through his lashes that carried heat, pleasure.

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This is the conclusion of the story. I apologize for the delay because I thought I had submitted this before taking some time off from writing, but apparently I hadn’t. Thanks for your patience and thanks for the folks who wrote and asked about where the end was, which brought my screw up to my attention..

***

Jeremy was wrapped around his Grandma’s boyfriend’s finger, and while Ted had introduced Jeremy to many things, he had withheld the thing that Jeremy wanted most.

Jeremy didn’t want it at first but as the nights went on he started to change his mind, especially after when he got the chance to witness his grandmother and how she reacted when at the receiving end of Ted’s massive manhood.

Tonight, Jeremy was to learn, was the night.

****

Ted had asked me to join him in the cellar after the TV had gone off under some phony pretense of helping him find something he wanted, so I followed him down the steps.

“I told your Grandma my back was bothering me. Don’t worry, it isn’t,” he assured me. “That means she won’t be waiting for me to fuck her, so we can go right to your room after her bedroom light goes out, okay?”

“Okay. Uh… Ted? I want to show you something,” I said while undoing the knot in the robe I was wearing, and after it came loose I let the robe slide off my shoulders.

I looked at Ted’s expression when he looked down at my crotch. It was one of shock, not because my dick was hard and pointing at him but for the gardening I had done earlier in the evening.

“You said you liked…” I started to say but he waved his hand to stop me and then brought that hand down to run his fingers over the pink smooth skin above my cock.

“Beautiful,” Ted said as he took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“I shaved it twice to make sure it was smooth.”

“It is,” Ted said, and then his eyes sparkled even more when I put my hands behind my head to show him that there would be no more plucking the hairs from under my arms because what he hadn’t extricated manually already had fallen under the blade.

That was the tough part, because I had waited so long for the little hair I had to grow to begin with. After shaving my armpits smooth I looked at what I had done. Come college, if I had a roommate it might be tough to explain why I didn’t have a hair on my body below my head. I only hoped Ted would like it.

“Thank you,” Ted said as he bent down and let his tongue slide over the smooth skin, and without the hair the sensation was even more intense.

“I want to tell you something Jeremy,” Ted said before we headed back up the stairs. “I’ve done this before, many times. What I mean is that I’ve dated women who have children, although when I was younger they would be the woman’s sons instead of their grandsons.”

“When I would find the fellows interesting, I would do with them what I did with you. Seduced them,” Ted elaborated. “I wasn’t always successful, but you would be surprised at how few times I was rebuffed.”

“You’re kinda persuasive,” I threw in.

“I know. I do have a particular preference for the sweet and submissive types like you,” Ted confessed. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I’ve never ever wanted any of them as much as I want you.”

With that Ted hands cradled my face and leaned forward çeşme escort to give me a kiss, which shocked me.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Ted suggested.

“Ted?” I asked. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“I can give you two answers to that, Jeremy. The first would be to say that of course it won’t,” he stated. “The second answer would be to tell you the truth.”

“I thought so,” I nodded as I admitted I was scared.

“I know,” Ted said. “That’s part of what makes it good. It will hurt, although I will try to be gentle at least at first,” Ted admitted. “After I get going though, I confess that sometimes I lose control of myself when I feel my cock getting crushed by a tight young ass like yours.”

I nodded again and after putting my robe back on I followed Ted upstairs. After we got to the kitchen Ted looked down the hall. Grandma’s bedroom light was already out and so we headed the other way down the hall to my room.

***

“Come to me Jeremy,” Ted said after telling me not to turn off the light, and so I went over to the bed where Ted was holding that 6″ purple vibrator that I had watched him use on Grandma before he impaled me with it.

“Get on all fours for me Jeremy,” Ted instructed. Present your gift for me.”

My gift was apparently my anus, and as I got me knees on the edge of the bed I braced myself with my hands as I felt Ted’s greased finger slide inside of me. What had hurt so much at first was now a pleasurable probe and I groaned as Ted corkscrewed into my bowels while preparing me for the purple toy.

“Oh Jeremy,” Ted sighed as he pressed the rubbery toy against my puckered ring. “Remember how excited you got when you saw me use this on your Grandma? And how you were so scared when I first put it in you?”

“It hurt at first,” I grunted as Ted slipped a little bit more into me.

“But now you like it, don’t you son?”

“Uh – Yes,” I choked as I felt the vibrator slide all the way inside me, and as I braced myself for when Ted would hit the switch I asked him, “You are going to do it tonight, aren’t you?”

“Do what Jeremy?” Ted teased. “Tell me.”

“You’re going to put your dick in my ass, right?”

“Yes Jeremy, but we have to get you ready first,” Ted said as he hit the switch to get that toy undulating inside of me. “How’s that?”

“Good,” I grunted.

“Remember when I told you this was one of a set of three?” Ted asked me from behind. “This is the little one.”

Ted threw a smaller version of what was inside of me on the bedding in front of me, one that was even smaller than my dick.

“You wouldn’t have any need for that, would you?”

“No sir. This is good,” I managed to say between gasps.

“Now this one,” Ted said as something got tossed on the bedding in front of me, and as I looked in horror Ted continued. “I think you’re going to like this one even more. After all, you’re a big boy now.”

“Omigod Ted no!” I cried as I looked at the other part of the set, the big brother of the other two which might have been close to a foot long – a purple version of Ted’s massive manhood. “I can’t do that. It would split me in two.”

“Nonsense Jeremy,” Ted chuckled, reveling in my horror which was not in any way an act. başakşehir escort “Now let’s stand you up and take a walk. Keep that toy in your ass now.”

“Oh geez,” I groaned as I took a step with that rubbery blender churning away in me, a whole different sensation to be sure. “Where are we going?”

“Do you want to take a walk down to see your Grandma?” Ted asked as he held my arm and started toward the door.

“No – please don’t,” I mumbled, the thought of Grandma seeing me with a boner and her toy packed into my butt horrifying. “Anything but that.”

“Okay,” Ted said as he took me away from the door and walked behind me until we were in the middle of the room. “Feels even better when you’re walking and trying to keep that thing in your ass You like it?”

“Yes,” I said as I felt Ted’s now naked body against my back while he wrapped his hairy arm around my neck, almost choking me in a way.

“I’m surprised you wouldn’t want to let your Grandma see how much her little Jeremy has grown,” Ted chortled, looking over my shoulder and my dick which was stiff and eager to cum from the toy shaking my prostate. “Wouldn’t you like your Grandma to see how big your dick is now?”

Ted’s mocking my very modest endowment didn’t bother me as much as it seemed to excite him, and as he kept his one hand around my neck and used his thigh to keep the vibrator way up my ass I felt his other hand come around.

“You want to cum don’t you Jeremy?”

“Yes – please.”

“You going to pop a big load for me?” Ted said as his fingers rubbed just above my throbbing dick. “You usually do.”

“Think so,” I said while my body started to wiggle like the toy.

“I’m going to reach down here and grab your dick at the base – that spot between your balls and your dick,” Ted explained. “Are you going to be able to keep from cumming?”

“No – gonna cum any second,” I warned Ted as my legs got rubbery.

“Yes, let’s see how far that little cannon can shoot. See if you can reach the closet door,” Ted said just as his thumb and index finger grabbed and rubbed the spot, and I didn’t last a second.

Ted was holding me up as my dick erupted, and as I came I heard him laughing as he kept massaging that spot while I sprayed cum all over the place.

“Please – no more,” I whimpered after my dick went limp, and Ted clicked off the toy and extracted it from my anus before hugging me from behind.

“Let’s take a look,” Ted said as he walked us over to the closet door. “Son of a gun! Look at that. Must have shot that about 5 feet!”

“I’d better clean it off,” I said as I saw the wad of cum near the bottom of the closet door drooling down the slats.

“No time for that Jeremy,” Ted said as he led me back over to the bed. “We’ve got unfinished business to take care of.”

***

“If you relax it won’t hurt as much,” Ted declared after positioning me on all fours on the edge of the bed. my feet hanging over the lip.

Easier said that done, I concluded as I braced myself for what seemed like an impossibility, having watched Ted lubricate the giant purple snake profusely before coming behind.

“Omigod!” I cried out when I felt the tip of the toy enter me, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared, küçükçekmece escort in part because it was rather soft so instead of piercing me it sort of flowed into my bowels.

“There you go,” Ted said as he pulled it out of me. “My turn.”

No warm-up or anything. Just Ted’s cock, and this I felt as he coaxed his fully engorged shaft deep into me.

“Hurts!” I cried out.

“Ssh! Don’t want to wake up your Grandma do you?”

I bit my lower lip while ted’s cock kept going deeper and deeper into me until I could feel his balls against the backs of my thighs.

“Good boy!” Ted exclaimed, and after retracting his manhood as slowly as he had put it in, he picked up the tempo.

“Take that cock!” Ted snarled as he grabbed the back of my scalp in his fist. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Want it – want it back,” I grunted as my little bed slammed against the wall, creaking and groaning with each thrust.

“Your dick’s hard again,” Ted snapped as he reached around me with his free hand, but that situation changed the second he started to savagely pull on it and I shot a load onto the bedding.

Ted wasn’t done though, and after what seemed like an eternity of humping me he pulled his cock out of me. he hadn’t cum though, and only stopped to roll me onto my cock, slapping my cheek with his still swollen member before telling me to grab my ankles and spread my legs wide.

“You should see your gaping asshole, Jeremy,” Ted chuckled as I felt his fingers probing my anus. “You’re a man now. Know what I’m doing?”

“Your finger – it’s in my bottom.”

“You’re close. Try four fingers,” Ted cackled and spun those fingers inside of me as he spoke. “By the end of summer I’ll be fisting you with my whole hand and you’ll be begging for more.”

“Please.”

“Please what Jeremy?”

“Your cock. Put it back in me. Want to feel you cum in my bottom.”

“Be happy to oblige, but I have to warn you – I was being gentle before.”

“You were?” I asked, and for the next few minutes I learned he wasn’t kidding.

Ted was like a raging bull above me, his upper torso crimson and his sweat flying off of his body as he thrust in and out of me without mercy. When he came, filling my bowels with what felt like an ocean of cum, I was sobbing and shaking while still holding onto my ankles.

“How did you like that?” Ted asked as he climbed off of me, instructing me to stay on that position on my back with my legs akimbo.

“It was…” I started to say, but Ted hushed me.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Ted said as he moved away from the foot of the bed, and it was only then that I realized that we were not alone.

“Grandma?” my voice croaked as I took in the surreal scene from between my spread legs.

It was Grandma, standing outside of the now-open closet door, where she had been all along I guess. She was wearing a nightie and held the hem of it up under her breasts. One of Ted’s purple toys was inside her pussy as she walked toward the bed, and she looked all rumpled and sweaty, much like I had when it was we inside the closet.

“Jeremy – I’m so proud of you,” Grandma was saying while Ted kept me on the bed where I was, and then Grandma was kneeling at the foot of the bed while Ted smiled at what was happening. “Let me make it better.”

“That’s it Effie,” Ted sighed as his girlfriend – my Grandma – put her head between my legs and after giving my deflated dick and spent balls some tongue affection, moved her mouth down lower to soothe my savaged anus. “Make it all better for little Jeremy.”

***

End of “Grandma’s Got a Boyfriend”.

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I decided that if I was going to add Haiti to my list of countries visited, disembarking for a day’s frolic in the fenced and well-guarded Disneyesque pleasure enclave of Labadee was the way to go. I was trying to push my collection over the hundred-country list, and, thanks to Henry Goslan the Third’s money and patronage, I was well on my way.

Henry was pushing seventy, but he still wanted a companion to help him get around, to take care of all of the little chores he couldn’t be bothered with, and to keep him warm at night. He was an elegant old man—quite a looker when he was younger, I was sure—and was generous and not too demanding. But there were times when I craved younger flesh. In the city that wasn’t a problem. Henry was somewhat sympathetic to my needs and didn’t shorten my leash—too much. But we’d been on the seas for a week now, and I was getting a little antsy.

I suggested several times how nice it would be to get out in Labadee and enjoy the day in the full-amenities resort enclave there—but even the descriptions of how easy they made wheel-chair conveyance there didn’t move Henry.

“I think a light lunch, a massage and perhaps a little fuck, and then you can certainly explore Labadee if you wish—for an hour or two. I can take a little nap.”

An hour, two hours at the most, I thought. Just that long on my own. But I was grateful for that much time.

I picked up the phone and ordered Henry’s lunch, and then half fed it to him, as he had little appetite but needed to keep his strength up. Then, after room service had cleared the lunch trays away I undressed Henry and laid him down gently in the middle of the bed we shared. I opened the cabinet and paused, wondering what he’d like me to be today. The cowboy costume won the day, because it was about the easiest to put on and I wouldn’t have to make many adjustments along the way. Just low-rider jeans, a red bandana, and a cowboy hat. No boots. They would be too clunky in the bed.

Henry sighed as I gently rubbed his back and arms and legs with the special oil he liked. As I stood beside the bed, he reached over and slowly unbuttoned the fly of my jeans and pulled my cock out and leaned over and ran his tongue over it before closing his lips over the head and helping me be ready for him.

I climbed over him and straddled his hips, being careful not to put too much weight on him, and moved my dick up and down between his butt cheeks and across his rim while I gently ran my fingers through the oil on his back and shoulder blades and lubed up my dick and his ass well with the special oil.

When I gauged his sighing was at the pitch where he wanted it, I slowly worked my cock into his hole and fucked him in slow, shallow rhythm. When I felt him tense, I took a long stroke deep into him, pulled back slightly and then drove in all the way one, two, three times, and he gave a little snuffly cry and jerked, dribbling his cum on the sheet under him. And then he promptly went to sleep.

I stood and cleaned my dick, still hard and not satisfied, stuffed it back in my jeans, without bothering to take them off to put briefs on, grabbed a tight T-shirt and my sea pass, slipped on a pair of loafers without socks, stuffed my wallet in my jeans’ back pocket, and was out the cabin door and headed down the stairs for the gangway as quickly as I could. I wanted as much alone göztepe escort time as I could manage.

I was sitting in the Dragon bar looking out to the El Tortue island, where they’d filmed part of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, when the young Turk who was one of the ones who cleaned our suite on the ship stopped and asked me if he could join me.

I said OK, even though I suspected where this was heading, and I knew it couldn’t go anywhere.

“I’m on furlough today—well for a few hours,” Selchek said. He turned those dark, dreamy eyes he had on me and the big, all-teeth smile. “You been to Labadee before?”

“No, you?”

“Yes. And although it looks like every square inch is taken with recreational stuff and all landscaped and neat, I know of a trail or two that leads to small, private beaches—turned away from the tourist beaches. No one to see. No one to know what is happening.”

He had the fingers of one hand playing in the hair on one of my forearms and the other on my knee under the table. His eyes told me everything he was offering. He cleaned our suite on the ship. He changed our sheets. He knew Henry and I were sleeping together—and it was pretty obvious what happened when we did.

“It’s tempting, Selchek, but just not possible.”

What I had with Henry was too good a thing. He didn’t mind me going off in New York for an hour or two now and then. But he made quite clear he didn’t want to know specifically what I was doing—and most certainly who I was doing it with. It was just too volatile for me to get anything on with someone from the ship.

The Turk looked glum and was about to say something else.

“It’s not you, Selchek. It’s the man I’m with. I can’t. That’s just the way it is. Besides there are rules about anything going on between crew and passengers. We could both get kicked off the ship.”

“Ah, that is regrettable,” was all he said, and he stood and slowly walked away.

But he left me with a hard on.

I walked the beach until I had my body under control and then I walked over to the artisan’s village, which was a string—a long string—of open-air shanty stalls, opening out onto a walking deck—all made to look primitive and haphazard, but of course it wasn’t. There was little variety in the goods being offered. One shop was more or less like the next. Textiles or wood carving. Painted metal art and art on canvas that would look original and colorful when you got it back to the States, but here looking like there was maybe a dozen designs, painted over and over and over again.

And vendors all around, pulling at the tourists off the ship, wheedling them to look at their wares. “Just a look, sir, madam, no obligation. Special price just for you.”

I did want to buy something, to help get some money in the economy of a superpoor country that recently had been hit by a devastating earthquake. But it all looked just too touristy.

It all became a jumble, everything looking the same—until my eyes were arrested for some reason by carvings in a stall that looked different from the others. The vendor there caught my hesitation—as no doubt they all quickly learned to do—and was up from his hammock and out onto the deck in a flash. He was a tasty little morsel. Short but slim and great muscle tone in his arms. He çorlu escort was wearing the pink shirt and tan trousers that they all wore in this overly planned false paradise. But his shirt was open down to one button at his waist. His chest muscles bulged despite his size and gleamed nearly black as the sunlight filtering through the exotic trees struck him. I sort of wondered if he’d oiled himself up and was offering more than wooden souvenirs.

He tapered down into a tiny waist, but I could tell by the way that his thighs worried the legs of the tan trousers that he probably was a soccer player. He wore a gold necklace with some sort of religious pendant resting at his clavicle, nestled between the swells of his pectorals.

A handsome face. Dark brown, the almost European features of the Caribbean mulatto and dark, flashing eyes.

“Special carvings. Just for you sir. You not find anything like them anywhere else here.”

I almost believed him. What had arrested my attention was that the carvings were slightly erotic. It was subtle. I probably only caught on to the suggestive themes because I had an eye for erotic art. Henry collected it—he had masses of it in his New York penthouse.

This wasn’t quite what Henry collected—what I could see was hetero, although there were enlarged penis images discernible in the curves of the carvings—in ebony and mahogany mostly, although some stone carvings too.

I had been trailing my eyes along the shelves, and the vendor had followed the focus of my gaze, all the time pointing this and that out and yammering on in repeated phrases of “This very nice. None like it anywhere here. You like? You buy? I wrap it for you.”

He caught the dulling in my eyes as I didn’t see anything that would be appropriate for Henry’s collection. I wanted to please Henry, and I knew he’d like a nice piece of erotic art—if it was appropriate to his collection.

“I have more. More not right to show here. Come, come, sir, through curtain here. I have more behind.”

I followed him into another shanty room immediately behind the first. There indeed were more wood carvings here—and more erotic. But still male on female (or female kneeling before male). A cacophony of fucking and huge penises. Nice and erotic. But not quite right.

“Yes, very nice,” I said. “But not for me, thanks.” I turned and started to pull the curtain aside to leave, but the young man grinned wide at me and winked.

“I understand. More. The same but different. You look, you see. I have more you will like. Beyond curtain there. You take look. you like. Good prices. Best in Labadee. No one else has these.”

He shuffled me toward the back of the room and through a curtain into yet another room. And jackpot. He’d figured out exactly what I might be interested in. Carvings of men on men, in a huge variety of fucking poses. And carved penises. Huge dildos, their bulbous heads painted in bright red, or green, or yellow, or white.

I reached over and picked up one of the dildos with a red cock bulb on it. I ran my hand up and down it. Smooth ebony.

The vendor was watching me like a hawk. “Very nice. You take. Special price. Just today. Just for you.”

I walked slowly around the small shanty room, taking in all that was on offer. I saw what I thought Henry ümraniye escort would like almost immediately, but I was careful to pick up one or two others—never letting go of the ebony dildo with the red-painted head and a pair of plump balls at the base. We haggled and I slowly zeroed in on the piece I wanted.

“Oh, very, very, nice. Only $120 U.S.”

“Maybe $40, I said—if you throw in this too.” I raised the dildo. He, of course, knew I’d never let go of it.

He grimaced. “Oh no, no. Far too little. You can’t get this art anywhere here. Anywhere in the world.”

“Oh, maybe $60 for the two. Maybe more, but I don’t think this really works.” I held up the dildo again.

The vendor stood there, looking hard at me. “$100. Best price.” He was sporting a beleaguered expression that I didn’t believe for a moment.

I put the dildo back from where I had picked it up—which seemed to distress the vendor greatly—and turned to leave, giving him a smile and a shrug.

“$90 U.S. for both and I show you that red-headed penis work,” he said in a strangled voice.

I smiled, seeing that there was yet another curtain at the back of this shanty room.

I played his asshole with the greased dildo in the small room at the back. A narrow table was set against the back wall, and he was perched on this, facing me, his trousers off, his hips rolled up, and his hands wrapped around his widely spread and elevated legs.

I worked him expertly, and when he started to enjoy it, I stood back, unbuttoned my jeans and let my hardening cock free. I dug into my pocket and extracted a condom and held it up for him to see.

His eyes were wide and buggy and his lips were trembling, but he wasn’t making a break for it.

“$40,” he squeaked with a whimper.

“20,” I countered with, as I rolled the condom on my cock.

“$30,” he croaked in a hoarse voice.

But now I was already at his entrance. “$20,” I sternly said as I plunged my cock inside him, and he settled into concentrating on taking me all in without further haggling.

I took him long and hard—and with exuberance. I hadn’t had young, fresh ass in so long that I fucked with abandon. Henry would have no cause for complaint. He’d get his titillating Haitian carved art for his collection. But for now, I needed this release.

And the young vendor was enjoying himself too. After he’d gotten me off well enough that I threw in another $10, he gave me a second toy, a string of graduated mahogany balls he took out from underneath the counter as I was leaving, helping him hobble along now on slightly bowed legs.

Back on the board that evening, I costumed as the gladiator, I delighted Henry so much with my purchases that I was afraid he might stroke out on me. He enjoyed the erotic carving I’d bought him immensely. And he enjoyed the work I did with the red-bulbed dildo within his channel just as much. He quickly went off in sleepabye land after he’d dribbled his cum in the sheets a second time for the day—an exhausted but very happy man.

I was still feeling my oats and devil-may-care—not carrying now if I was caught playing with the cruise staff or not—so Selchek was immensely surprised and pleased when I found him wandering down the corridor and I swung my free gift of the graduated string of beads in front of his face and asked him if there were any really private areas up on a deck with a beach lounger this time of night—and which was the largest ball he thought he could accommodate.

We discovered he could take the biggest in the wake of playing hide the red-painted ebony cock head. And then my cock afterward for nearly an hour as the waves of the Atlantic rolled on by beneath us.

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Brad was in a home improvements superstore looking to buy a new shower head when a voice at his side cut into his thoughts.

‘That’s a real good model you got there.’ the deep bass voice rumbled. ‘It works for me every time.’

Brad looked up into the deepest blue eyes he had seen a long, time. The guy had jet black hair and pale skin and a rugged lived-in look accentuated by his carefully cultivated unshaven look. If it wasn’t for the fact that Brad had seen him walking hand in hand with his wife, or girlfriend, a few minutes previously he would have though his dreamboat had arrived.

‘Yeah?’ was all Brad managed to say.

He wanted to kick himself. It sounded so lame and stupid.

‘Yeah. Gives me a boner every time.’ came the stranger’s reply.

Brad gulped. Surely he couldn’t have heard properly. It must have been his fantasy world taking over, distorting what the straight stud had said to him. But even as he stood there trying to decipher what had really been said and how to reply the stranger lowered his zipper and pulled out a fleshy uncut cock. Brad’s eyes were out on stalks; his breathing grew labored as he drank in the beauty of that thick pork sword. He couldn’t believe that someone would just take their cock out in public like that and anxiously glanced around to see if anyone could see them but the aisle was empty. As Brad stared the stranger peeled back his foreskin, revealing a rosy cockhead. None of this made any sense. Was he just being teased? Was it being offered to him? And what was he supposed do about it if it was? He could hardly give the guy a blowjob right there by the plumbing equipment, could he? And what about the man’s wife?

‘See anything you like?’ the dark haired stranger drawled.

‘What about your wife?’ Brad asked.

‘Oh she’s over looking at light fittings; she’ll be ages yet and I nut real quick when I’m getting blown by a guy.’

‘You want me to….what, right here?’ Brad’s voice grew ever raspier as his throat dried up and his heart pounded in his ribcage.

‘Yeah. It won’t take but a minute or two.’ came the reply. ‘There aint many folk about today and I’ll keep an eye out while you work.’

‘How did you know…?’ Brad asked.

‘Buddy, you stared a hole straight through my jeans.’ The stranger told him. ‘Anyone that can undress me like that has got to be wanting it as bad as I want it right now. So, are you done with the talking yet?’

Brad went into zombie mode. He dropped to his knees in front of the stranger and let that fat cock fall into his mouth. The cock was slightly raunchy and Brad savored the sexy tang that slithered over his taste buds as he cleaned the underside of the hot dude’s foreskin. His own cock was painfully crushed inside his jeans demanding attention that he could not provide. He could not believe that he was sucking off a dude right there in the aisle where anyone could walk by. But in that moment he knew that he was prepared to take his chances because that beautiful cock was now fully charged, stretching his lips and giving the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. This would be the one memory that he took to the grave with him. He only wished that he could play with the stranger’s nuts and stroke his thighs.

‘Oooh yeah, that’s it.’ a voice floated down to him as if from afar.

A large pair of hands gently closed around his face and that thick hungry cock grew a little more insistent. Brad loved that sensitive cock crown every way he knew how and he could feel the precum leaking out of his own cock and soaking his underpants. Damn, this was tuzla escort so unfair! Why couldn’t he have this hot man properly, away from the danger of being caught and carted off by security? The stranger started grinding his hips, forcing his rigid cock deeper into Brad’s mouth. Brad could hear voices in the next aisle and started to feel really panicked and then suddenly there was an explosion of warm nut juice flooding his mouth. Brad swallowed every last drop as the stranger withdrew his cock and tucked it back in his jeans.

‘See, I told you I don’t take long when worked on by a pro.’ The stranger said.

And then, with a naughty wink he was gone. Brad felt absolutely dazed. He still wasn’t sure if the encounter had actually happened or if he had dreamt it up. But as he slid his tongue over his teeth they had that spunky after-feel. It was real enough. He decided that he would buy the showerhead after all as a way of rewarding the store for giving him such hot sex.

As he was leaving the store and walking to his vehicle one of the store’s security men came up to him. Shit! Shit! Shit! Brad tried to figure out is he could run to his vehicle and get away from this mess.

‘Excuse me, could I have a word?’ the security man asked. Brad was quaking with fear but even in that moment his eyes still roamed over the big guy’s body taking in the way that he filled out his pants.

‘That was some blowjob you gave back there’ the guy said. ‘I was wondering…do you think…well, maybe you could help me out?’

Brad couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He relaxed and took another good look at the handsome fucker, who he judged to be in his mid thirties. Brad loved the long, dark hair on the security man’s strong, swarthy arms and his full, sexy red lips. He had the beginnings of a tight beer gut and Brad almost asked him to turn around because he just knew that there would one hot big bear butt back there.

‘You saw?’ he asked.

‘Every little detail.’ the man said. ‘Fortunately I was alone in the control room at the time. Usually there are two of us in there and if my colleague hadn’t been taking a dump I would have had to bust your ass.’

‘It’s not the kind of thing I would ordinarily do,’ Brad told him ‘but this guy he came up to me and…well, I just couldn’t resist.’

‘I don’t pop as quickly as he does so maybe we could go back to my place, have some beer and pizza and you can work your magic on me.’ the stranger suggested.

‘You’re not married, are you?’ Brad asked.

‘Used to be until I discovered that I liked getting sex off men more.’ came the reply.

When Brad went round to the stranger’s house an hour later he wondered if the man had lied to him about not being married because there sure as hell looked like there was a feminine touch about the place. There was even a photograph of the man and a pretty woman on the wall.

‘Are you sure you’re not married?’ Brad asked.

‘Okay. So I lied. She’s at work. Our shifts clash and we don’t often get to have much fun that way anymore. So be a good bud and help me out, huh?’

‘The thing is, I so horned right now.’ Brad told him. ‘I want to be with you properly.’

‘Me too.’ came the reply.

And then the big guy took Brad in his arms and kissed him and Brad just melted into surrender. The older man’s aftershave competed with the muskier scent of a hairy hunk at the end of his shift and in the grip of lust. Brad’s hands dived down his back and onto that meaty butt trussed up tight in his close fitting pants. pendik escort He grabbed huge handfuls of butt flesh and ground his hard cock up against the stranger’s throbbing tool. On and on that hot tongue dueled with his as the older man’s large hands fondled his little bubble butt. If he had any doubt that he would be allowed full access to this sexy man they soon faded away.

It was Brad who broke of the kiss to start undressing his hot husky hunk. His hands trembled as he undid the sexy bear’s buttons to reveal a jungle of dark fur all over his chest and down over his belly. His nipples were extraordinarily large and a deep, deep red color. Brad went into a feeding frenzy as he chomped down on those juicy little love toys while one hand went back to have another feel of that firm butt that would soon be his. His lust was off the scale and his cock grew ever more insistent; this time it was determined to be in on the action. Reluctantly Brad came off of those sexy man tits and quickly stripped out of all his clothes.

‘Wow.’ his hairy bear said when he caught sight of Brad’s big, curved cock.

The burly hunk took Brad’s cock in his left hand while his right hand cupped a handful of Brad’s peachy ass.

‘I’m not sure which I want more.’ the stranger said in a voice that was distorted with lust.

‘Why choose when you can have both?’ Brad asked.

Why indeed. The big bear went down on his knees and Brad watched as his cock disappeared into that hungry mouth. He was surprised at how skilled the guy was and reassured by the way the man’s fingers kept dipping into his crack and ruffling his fuck truffle. The thought of being penetrated by this potent alpha male almost made Brad dizzy. As much as he loved being blown by this stud he couldn’t wait for the real thing. He pulled the older man to his feet, pushed his arms up above his head and started licking his armpits.

‘Oooh man! Nobody ever did that to me before!’ the guy groaned.

Brad now turned his attention once more to the big, red nipples that jutted out of a tangle of dense fur. The hungry stud moaned and groaned as Brad’s experienced tongue and lips worshipped those sensitive nubs before kissing down his belly and dipping into his belly button.

Suddenly Brad was overcome by the desire to have this man’s cock inside him. He just about yanked the burly bear’s pants down to his ankles. Now Brad pressed his face up against the man’s underpants and inhaled the scent of his big bull balls through the almost threadbare cotton. Off to the left lay the outline of one incredibly thick, deliciously hard cock. Now he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lowered those overstrained underpants. An absolute beauty of a cock sprang free and bobbed in front of his face. It was a reddish-brown color and grew out of a huge bush of jet black pubes that contrasted with the creamy pale skin of the parts of him that had never seen the sun. Those massive man eggs sat close to his body and were silky smooth as Brad caressed and then licked them.

To Brad’s surprise the big man turned around and pressed his pale, fat butt into his face. Brad soon found the treasure buried deep in that fleshy valley and the sounds that filled the room let Brad know that he was doing something right. The musk of the little man pit swirled through Brad’s nostrils and into his brain. Nothing in the world mattered except that he lick and tongue probe that hungry little slut-hole. The big guy reached back and held his fleshy cheeks apart, freeing up Brad’s hands to stroke maltepe escort his big, furry thighs and tease those big, overloaded spunk bags. The security man bellowed like a wounded beast as his senses went into over load.

‘Ooh fuck my big ass!’ he growled.

Brad quickly fished his bottle of lube out of his pocket that he had retrieved from the glove compartment when he parked outside the big bear’s house. Now he gently rubbed a gloop of stuff over that red pucker that already glistened with his spit. It was just the most inviting sight in the world. But sadly the big assed dude changed his mind as Brad’s finger invaded his virgin hole.

‘Shit! That’s hurts more than I thought it would.’ he complained.

Brad was too far gone to waste any time trying to get the tight ass to open up for him. He quickly lubed his own asshole and then got down on his knees and took his lover’s wilted cock in his hand. Even soft it had an incredibly impressive girth to it.

‘Sorry.’ The big guy apologized.

‘Ssssh.’ was Brad’s only reply before his mouth closed over that juicy member.

That beautiful cock was soon rampant once more and Brad lost no time in impaling himself on it. That first feel of hard, hungry cock sliding into his even hungrier butthole sent a shiver of delight through Brad’s whole body. He was filled to perfection and as he bent over the back of the sofa he surrendered his ass to the older man to use as he pleased.

‘Oh Roger! You have hit the jackpot!’ the big man called out.

‘I think Brad has too.’ Brad called out.

They both laughed as they realized that they bad both lied about their real names. And then they had more serious work to do. Roger took hold of Brad’s slender hips and started fucking him real slowly while enjoying the sight of his cock sliding into that peachy little ass. Brad’s soft sighs were really turning him on; he knew that he was doing a good job and he just wanted to pleasure the both of them as best he could. That slow rhythmic stroking was really getting to Brad’s cock and it soon was straining and leaking precum as it desperately tried to get its owner’s attention. When Brad got done pinching his tiny nipples his right hand dropped down to his big, curved dick. He just about shot his bolt as he smeared his precum over his overheated cock head.

The minutes ticked by. Roger pulled his cock all the way out of Brad’s ass and then slowly slipped back in. The groan that trembled on the air was so fucking horny that Roger almost lost it then. He pulled out again and felt the fresh joy of that sexy slide into a lubed up chute. The warmth of younger man’s innards enveloped his probing cock, welcoming it back in from the cold. And then he felt it; it was if a satin clad hand inside Brad’s ass had reached out and gripped his cock. He thought he must be imagining it but then it came again, and again, and again. He cried out in joy, surprise and delight as he realized that he was being manipulated by an expert.

Brad was really milking the older man’s cock now, clamping down on it something fierce as his own hand flew over his swollen dick. He was close, so very close and he didn’t want to wait for Roger. He could feel his balls grow restless and the pinprick behind his eyelids that told him he was at the point of no return. Suddenly Roger pulled all the way out of his ass and slammed back into him and let loose of volley of curses that were matched only by the geyser of spunk that he sent shooting up into Brad’s ass. Brad saw stars as his cock exploded in his bands spraying his jizz all over Roger’s sofa.

Roger stayed hard for ages afterwards and gently fucked Brad’s spunked up ass until at last his big cock softened and slipped out of Brad’s ass with a loud plop that made them both laugh. The moment was over; Brad quickly dressed while Roger asked if he knew how to clean up the evidence of their naughty encounter that soiled his sofa.

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