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Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas

***

Tristan entered his father’s office after a quick dash to the bathroom, and sat down in the couch facing his father and Damon. He couldn’t help but notice the way Damon’s mouth was set in a grim line, jaw tense. Was he angry? Was he as confused as he was? One thing was clear though, Damon wanted to pretend nothing had happened between them. Fine…two people could play that game. But Tristan could fool any other person but himself…he was still shaken by the encounter.

Caleb cleared his throat and quickly went over the Albatros project, outlining exactly what was to be expected of Tristan. He felt so numb that he couldn’t bring himself to decline as he had intended to in the first place.

He simply sat and listened to everything his father had to say and gave a simple answer…

“Okay.”

“Okay? Yo…you’re going to do it?” Caleb spattered, turning to give Damon a surprised look.

“Isn’t that why you called me here? I will handle it.” Tristan said quietly.

“Good.” Caleb exclaimed. Then looking closely at his son’s blank face, asked, “Son are you alright.”

“Sure. Peachy. Can I go now? I’ll go through these documents and get back to you if I have any questions.”

“That will be great.” Caleb answered beaming like he had won the lottery.

“See you at home.” Tristan said to his dad and without a glance in Damon’s direction, left the office.

Damon had followed the exchange between father and son and was just as surprised as Caleb. He kept picturing Tristan trembling against him and cursed himself for his lack of control even as he felt his cock harden in his pants. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? Thank God he hadn’t gone any further than he had wanted to. Tristan was one fucked up kid. And he wanted nothing to do with him unless it concerned Albatros.

“Good job Damon. I don’t know how you did it but thanks.” Caleb Thomas beamed.

‘Yeah tell me about it’ Damon thought. That sure wasn’t what he had expected.

***

Tristan woke up suddenly, panting and out of breathe. He turned to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was 2:46 A.M. He could still see the rich visions and could feel the tremors that shook him. He felt the wetness at crotch of his pajama bottom and groaned aloud.

“Not again.” He muttered drawing his fingers through his bangs. He had been having these erotic dreams about none other than Damon for the past two weeks since the encounter in the elevator. And they all ended with him ejaculating in his dreams. He was not a kid to be having wet dreams dammit! And about Damon of all people too.

This time, it felt even more real. It was a naked Damon. Looking glorious and sexy, his body pressed hard against his. He didn’t think he had ever known heat as intense as he had when Damon had brought his hand down and wrapped it around his rigid flesh, his body covering his, pressing him into the mattress, heavy and demanding as he placed himself between his… Tristan groaned again, still aching.

He couldn’t go on like this. He had fucked every girl he could within these past two weeks but could still not get the edge off…still needed. Needed what, he wasn’t sure. Damon? Hell no. Tristan knew one thing though, he had never been a coward. The best way to handle this, he concluded, was to muğla escort confront the problem head on. In this case, the problem was Fucking Damon. He planned on having a talk with him today.

***

Damon stepped into the reception area of his office, and came to a complete abrupt stop. What the fuck was he doing here? He hadn’t even planned on coming to the office today because he wanted to work from home. But he just had to come and get some important documents.

“What do you want Tristan.” He asked the young man chatting with his executive assistant.

“Oh Damon,” Lisa quipped, “Tristan said he wanted to discuss an important business with you so I told him you were on your way here so he could wait.”

“Tristan can speak for himself Lisa. Are the documents ready?” he admonished lightly and asked.

“They’re on your desk Damon.” Lisa replied laughing lightly. She knew Damon was not angry at her. He was the sweetest person ever.

“Okay thanks.” Then turning towards his office, he gestured to Tristan, “Shall we?”

This had better be important he thought. The little he saw of Tristan, the better. He didn’t want to complicate the relationship between their two families. But damn was he tempted.

God, he looked good. Tristan thought, looking at Damon. Tall and broad, his muscular body rippling beneath the black t-shirt he wore. Jeans hugged his lean hips, denim cupping the full bulge between his thighs. He wanted to cup it, he realized insanely, feel his thick cock, not just against his abdomen, but burrowing deep and hard inside…

‘Stop it!’ He screamed at himself silently. He entered Damon’s plush office and chose to stand.

Clearing his throat, he blurted out…

“Damon, about what happene…”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Damon said in a hard voice cutting him off.

“Dude, I’m…”

“Are you deaf or something?” Damon bellowed. “I said I didn’t want to talk about it. It was a mistake. Forget it ever happened.”

Tristan felt his chest tighten. He felt a physical pain inside his chest. What the fuck was happening to him? He took a deep breath. Then abruptly turned on his heels and walked out of Damon’s office. He wasn’t about to stand there for a second more and disgrace himself. Because for the life of him, he didn’t know why he felt like crying.

Watching Tristan go, Damon slumped into his chair, feeling like an ass.

***

“You dick-head.” Chris muttered to Damon. “How the fuck could you even suggest to Michael not to confess to Mary?”

“Hey, why bother her? Ignorance they say is bliss.” Damon retorted.

“So you would rather he lives with the lie for the rest of his bloody…pun intended…life?” Dean chipped in making all the six guys at the table howl with laughter. Michael, their pal who was the center of discussion was actually a doctor so Dean couldn’t help but make that crack about his ‘bloody’ life.

“Kayla. Now that’s a girl after my own heart. What a left hook!” Tyron said shaking his head.

“‘Oh my balls…my balls…someone please find my balls.’ Said the squealing doctor.” Dean mockingly imitated Michael, making the laughter become uproarious at their table and causing people in the pub to turn and look at them.

It was Saturday night. And Damon and his guys, excluding Cole who was still having ordu escort make-up sex with Briana, and Michael who was probably groveling at his wife’s feet. That left the six of them and they were having the time of their lives.

Across the room, another group, made up of younger boys and some girls, turned to look at the happy group. Their laughter was actually infectious though no one knew what the racket was all about. Tristan, who was part of the second group turned to look too and froze when he saw Damon with is head thrown back in mirth.

It had been about three day since he’d rushed out of Damon’s office. It hadn’t been easy to convince his family and friends that he was ok. His mother was worried about him. He seemed as though he had lost a little life. She had confronted his father, thinking he was giving her poor baby a tough time but he had promised her he had done nothing of that sort.

His sister, Adriana, had come close. He wasn’t surprised. After all, they had always been very close and she knew him very well.

“Is someone in love?” She had asked, entering his room and flopping down on his bed.

“And why would you think that?” He had retorted.

“I don’t know. There’s something about you. I can’t seem to put my finger on it but…tell me, are you getting more serious about that Amber girl?”

“No.” He had denied vehemently.

“Good.” She stated and turned to go. Not answering his question of ‘why good?’

His friends didn’t understand the sudden change. They said he looked quiet and reserved which was so unlike him. Though he hadn’t wanted to, they had forced him into coming to the pub with them to have a good time and forget about whatever problems he wasn’t ready to talk about. Now here he was. With his problem right across the room. Fuck!

***

“Hey Damon, do you know that guy over there?” Matt asked Damon. “He’s been staring at you all evening.”

Damon turned to look and froze when he saw Tristan. Shit!

“Yeah, his father is my business partner.” He told his pals.

Later that evening, Damon was standing with the guys at the side of the pub, getting ready to hop into his car when Dean drew his attention to the fact that his business partner’s son was headed their way. Damon turned to see Tristan striding towards him with an angry expression on his face. God he was sexy. The hot surge of arousal and need that swept over Damon’s body in that moment was so intense, so demanding, it had him automatically crossing his legs to still the growth of his cock.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Tristan attacked without preamble.

All the guys, including Damon were taken aback by the attack.

“Dude…” Matt started but got cut off by Tristan who concentrated fully on Damon.

“Do you think you’re a better human being than other people? Where do you get off treating people with so much disrespect? What the fuck have I ever done to you?”

At this point, all the guys were quiet. Looking at the drama unfolding before them, it was obvious to everyone present that Tristan was not only angry but he was also highly emotional. They were beginning to wonder exactly what Damon had done to hurt the young man so much.

“I am a human being too Damon.” At this point his voice cracked and he continued in a soft broken voice. “I osmaniye escort only wanted to ta…” but before he could finish his sentence, Damon was drawing him into his arms and covering his lips with his own, slanting against them as he claimed Tristan with a kiss that rocked him to his toes. It couldn’t be called a kiss. It was a devouring, a feast of the senses, and Tristan was helpless against it. Damon lifted him to his toes, pressing his thick, jeans-covered erection against his as he gave him a taste of the hunger to come with his kiss.

Tristan couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want to breathe.

For that fraction of time, it was just the two of them, and Tristan gave himself completely to Damon. His kiss was like rough velvet and summer lightning. His taste was dark, heady. Tristan moaned into the kiss, his tongue twining with Damon’s, helpless against the sweeping sensations working through his body.

A piercing whistle penetrated Damon’s consciousness causing him to break the kiss.

“I’m sorry Tris. Forgive me please.” Damon muttered as his lips slid from Tristan’s. He leaned his forehead against Tristan’s, his hand framing his cheek, his thumb running over the slightly swollen curve of his lips. They were reddened, fuller now from his caress. His eyelids looked heavy, his cheeks flushed…he was so fucking sexy.

Someone cleared his throat beside them making Damon look up. The guys were still standing around looking at them.

“Wow! That was…interesting.” drawled Dean.

“Shut up Dean. I err…will see you guys tomorrow. Now get out of here y’all.” He growled the last bit when they just stood there looking at him. They all knew he was bi so had no problem with what they had just witnessed. They were simply trying to make him uncomfortable as they always did whenever one of them was caught making out.

“Guys!” Damon groaned making them laugh and start getting into their cars.

“Don’t forget to use birth control.” Dean couldn’t resist a parting shot, making everyone, including a blushing Tristan roar with laughter.

“Did you bring a car?” Damon asked Tristan, his hand lightly caressing his hips.

“No I came with my friends. I didn’t want to drink and drive.” Tristan said softly.

“But you didn’t drink. I would have tasted it on you.” Damon observed.

“Well…I didn’t.” He muttered looking down.

“Oh Tris. Spent the time staring daggers at me huh? Come on let me take you home.”

“I don’t wanna go home.” Tristan muttered.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. Come on, out with it. Where should I take you?”

“How about yours?” Tristan asked quietly. “I really need to talk to you Damon.”

After a little hesitation, Damon opened his door.

“You know this is a bad idea right? I won’t be able to keep my hands off you when we’re alone and you know it.”

“Just when we’re alone? Hell you had your tongue down my throat about five minutes ago. And if I recall correctly, it was in the full glare of people.” Tristan countered.

“And do you blame me? With you standing there looking mouth-wateringly hot, what was I supposed to do? Get in smart-arse.” Damon put the car into gear and sped off towards his home.

And throughout the drive, his cock was fiery, rock-hard and throbbed heavily at the thought of having Tristan all to himself. Never had anybody made him this damned hungry. So hungry he wanted nothing more than to throw Tristan to his knees and mount him like an animal. He wanted to fuck him so hard and deep he wouldn’t be able to still his cries of ecstasy.

There was one thing Damon was pretty sure of: If he didn’t take Tristan soon, he was going to go mad.

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*

This wasn’t right.

But was there a way to hold back from thinking cock-hardening thoughts? Hell, Jeremy’s mind was lost in the gutter and a way to retrieve it eluded him.

A lot had changed in the past few weeks, getting much more domineering in the past few days. Sometimes, he felt like a stranger in his own body, and by jove, he loved the feel of it. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew that banishing the newfound wantonness was the right thing to do. At least that was what the tiny voice at the back of his head said.

He should be at his study desk, his face buried in some study material, but here he stood by his bedroom window, casting his gaze one story below, at a shirtless Andrew washing his Toyota truck—their truck, actually, since it belonged to the both of them. It was impossible to take his eyes off the raven-haired eighteen-year-old, and that was quite natural, considering that Andrew was hot enough to have a nun fingering herself in the bathroom while thoughts of fucking him crossed her mind. And his low-ridden denim pants showing off his v-cut made it all worse. From where Jeremy stood on the top floor of their ranch, he had the perfect view of Andrew’s body. Even from afar, his v-cut didn’t lose its allure. Hell, the distance seemed to make it even more alluring.

It was late evening and the sun had hidden in the rather gloomy clouds, yet Andrew’s body glistened with sweat, no thanks to the movement of his hands as he gave the car a thorough wash. Finding a guy attractive was natural; Jeremy had no problem with being gay. He had never thought about taking a cock in his ass or doing anything sexual with a guy, but he certainly wasn’t judgmental when it came to sexual orientation. So finding a guy sexually attractive was just as natural as falling for a girl.

The unnatural part was finding his kid brother sexually attractive…in a way that made him want to rip his clothes off and devour him.

Once the thought of fucking Andrew crossed his mind, Andrew looked up at him as though he had heard his thoughts. But he hadn’t said those words aloud, had he? He certainly hadn’t said a word about wanting to jump his brother’s bones. Hell, he’d said no word at all. He’d had no idea Andrew knew of his presence, so when Andrew suddenly looked in his direction, his heart thumped in his chest.

“Enjoy the view,”” Andrew said, all smiles.

“You wish!”” Jeremy feigned a scowl, and then he turned away from the window.

“I’m sexy and you know it, dickhead!” Andrew said, voiced raised.

Jeremy smiled. He could imagine Andrew sticking out his middle finger. So when he redirected his attention to him, he wasn’t surprised to find his middle finger standing tall. At the sight of Andrew’s middle finger, Jeremy couldn’t help but entertain mental images of the finger exploring his ass. A finger had never gone up his ass, and the thought of it had never crossed his mind, bur for the first time he wondered what it would feel like.

Shit! He cut off his thoughts and pulled away from the window in a desperate attempt to hide his rosy cheeks. He stood with his back to the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his heart. But his attempt to calm his heart only caused it to pound harder. In his mind’s eye he could see Andrew stripping naked, letting his huge cock spring into view. He knew it would be impossible to get his mind out of the gutter just yet, so he didn’t attempt to push away the thoughts. If there was something he’d learned during the past week, then this was it: do not fight the thoughts, you’ll never win.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before his cock started to harden. Still standing with his back to the wall, he slowly moved his right hand to his groin and cupped his cock. Flaccid. Too flaccid.

A little hardness wouldn’t go wrong, or would it? He’d subjected his cock to a whole lot of sexual tension. Maybe it was time for his trophy gratification, relieving himself of even an ounce of the tension. He heaved a deep bilecik escort sigh, his heart swelling with approval as his cock responded to his touch. He’d felt it twitch. Although subtle, he’d noticed it anyway—a movement in his hand that could only mean one thing.

He was already hardening.

This was a lot faster than he’d thought it would, considering that he had no visual stimulation. Well, maybe he did.

He peeled his back away from the wall and glanced down at Andrews again. Andrews had his back to him, so he could jerk off to Andrew’s toned ass. Andrew’s low-ridden pants gave a cum-worthy sneak peak of the top of his ass. That was enough to jerk off to, so with his eyes fixed on Andrew, he slowly unbuckled his belt, and then proceeded to undo his zipper. He slipped his hand beneath the waistline of his pants and wrapped his fingers around his huge cock. He was hard enough to hammer a tight ass and make it sore. But that wasn’t the hardest he could get, so he started to glide his fingers along his shaft, his pace slow and steady as though he had all day. Well, acting like he did have all day wouldn’t hurt, or would it?

His pants were an obstruction, hindering the movement of his hand as he continued to stroke himself, so without a second thought, he slipped his pants down his legs, bringing his huge cock out of hiding. He had his eyes fixed on Andrew the whole time, so when Andrew started to turn around, he was quick to move out of sight. He advanced to his brown-sheeted bed, and after he’d perched on it, he placed his pants beside him. He tightened his hold on his cock, his mind producing images of how tight Andrew’s ass would possibly be. So, he tightened his hold even more, mimicking the possible tightness of his brother’s ass.

He glided his hand up his cock, then back down to grasp his balls. He let out a sharp breath, his chest rising and falling. Eyes closed, he gave in to the pleasure welling up in his balls. Yes, touching himself felt good, but not nearly as good as it would if this was some hot guy stroking him. And at the moment, all he wanted was Andrew Mendoza.

When he opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of a sweaty Andres standing in the doorway.

“Shit!” Jeremy muttered, his cheeks instantly heating up.

His most natural reaction would be to scramble for the blanket or his pillow and cover his cock. But there was something about the look in Andrew’s eyes that rendered him immobile, as though he’d lost all control of his body. All he could do was stare back at Eric.

He searched his eyes for a trace of condemnation, or anything close to it. But instead of condemnation, he found a look of approval. Andrews liked what he saw; that part was pretty much clear. He had an intense look in his eyes—a look that could only mean either of two things.

One, he wanted to fight.

Two, he wanted to fuck.

Jeremy could swear on it that it was the latter. The bulge in Andrew’s pants was enough proof of that.

“Continue,” Andrew said, his eyes fixed on Jeremy’s cock.

When he spoke in a voice as sexy as that, how could anyone refuse him? His voice was deep yet it held a calmness that could only be related to dominance.

“I want to watch you touch yourself.” Andrew’s husky voice left no room for an objection.

He stepped further into the room, and then he moved Jeremy’s chair to the center of the room. That was barely two steps away from where Jeremy sat on the bed. Andrew sat astride the chair, with his back to the desk, and then he nodded, wordlessly asking Jeremy to go ahead.

Jeremy lowered his gaze to his cock, and then he picked up from where he’d left off pleasing himself. His palms had become moist with sweat, so when he started to smooth his right palm over his cock again, it glided effortlessly. He inched his way to the tip of his cock, giving it a slight pull, and then he orbited his meatus areola with his thumb. He slid his hand back down, shivers coursing down his spine as he slowly mounted manisa escort the bulging veins on his shaft, one of a time.

When his chest started to constrict, making his breath turn shallow, he knew he was hitting home. And he knew it was only because Andrew’s eyes were fixed on him. he’d never jerked off in front of anyone and had never thought he’d ever would, but here he was stroking himself in front of his kid brother.

“Ahhh!” Andrew moaned softly.

Jeremy raised his face and found Andrew clutching his groin. his hands moved slowly, evident of him stroking himself. He groaned again, his voice deeper than it had been at first. He rose from the chair and hastily unbuckled his pants, bringing his huge cock out of hiding.

Jeremy froze, his eyes devouring the unleashed beast between his brother’s legs. “Fuck me!”

“Oh yes I will,” Andrew said, eyes gleaming with uncontained lust.

Jeremy was no stranger to his brother’s endowment. It had been years though—probably three or four—since he last saw him naked. And admittedly, a lot had changed since then.

His throat throbbed with anticipation as he watched Andrew step out of his pants. The belted clothing had been wrapped around his ankles. One step was all it took for Andrew to bridge the distance between he and Jeremy, and then he dropped to his knees.

Wait. Is he about to suck my cock? Excitement had Jeremy’s heart beating twice as fast as usual, aiming to burst out of his chest.

When Andrew took Jeremy’s cock in his hands, Jeremy knew all roads would lead to an earth-shattering climax. He would rather receive a blowjob on his feet than in his seated position—somehow he felt it would be more enjoyable—so he rose from the bed, his cock aiming at Andrew like a pistol. Well, it was a pistol of some sort, wasn’t it?

Jeremy sucked in a deep breath, preparing himself for what was to come. His cock fit nicely in Andrew’s hands, stretching his purlicue like they were made for each other, but he knew it would fit even nicer in his mouth, smushed between his soft pink lips.

“Say it,” Andrew said.

“Say what?” Jeremy asked, confused.

“Whatever is on your mind,” Andrew said. He tightened his hold on Jeremy’s cock.

“Fuck, Andrew!” Jeremy bit down on his lower lip as Andrew’s wandering hand suddenly found his balls, giving them a nice squeeze.

“That’s what you want, huh?” Andrew asked, trailing his way back to the tip of Jeremy’s cock.

He drew fine circles around his meatus, smearing the tip of his cock with pre-cum, and then he encircled him with his thumb and index-finger, forming a tight ring around his shaft. Stroking downwards, he followed suit with his other hand, making a similar ‘OK’ sign. At that point, Jeremy couldn’t tell what was hyperactive—his throbbing cock or his pacing heart. But one thing was sure—each move of Andrew’s purlicues along his shaft brought him one step closer to his climax.

“Want me to take this big guy in my mouth and suck the hell out of him, huh?”

“Yes!” Jeremy said.

His voice sounded a lot like a sissy’s, even in his own ears, but that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that he was finally getting the sexual gratification he deserved—the pleasure he’d been craving like a drop of water in a parched land.

“Oh…” Andrew said. “How about—”

“Damn it, Andrew!” Jeremy yelled. “Fucking shove my cock down your throat and choke on it.”

His breath had turned raspy, his heart pounding as he gave in to a burst of adrenaline.

“All you had to do was ask,” Andrew said, chuckling.

He took Jeremy’s cock in his mouth, enclosing it in sheer darkness. His spit was quick to welcome the stranger, making it slick and slippery as it headed toward his throat. The sight of Andrew on his knees was so divine, it gave Jeremy even more reasons to moan with pleasure. It wasn’t every day he got to see his kid brother on his knees, sucking him like a man-whore, or was it?

Andrew’s lips traveled down Jeremy’s mersin escort cock, taking him in inch by inch until he was deep enough to trigger the gag reflex. But Andrew showed no signs of discomfort. Not even when Jeremy’s cock hit the back of his throat. Jeremy gaped at him. His brother was a hell of a sex-crazed teen and he had been too prudish to even realize it. Well, now that he knew…

A smirk crossed his lips as he thought about the many things he would do with Andrew. There were many new things to try, new emotions to feel, and Andrew would be honored to put him through. He definitely would.

Andrew started to bob his head up and down Jeremy’s cock. He was faster now, bordering on speed at the expense of depth. It felt just as good as it had when he’d reached deep enough to hit his tonsils.

“Faster!” Jeremy cried, his voice breathy. “Faster, please!”

Andrew went even faster, not even bothering to clean himself up when spit started to dribble down both sides of his mouth.

“Yes!” Jeremy cried out. “Yes yes yes, don’t stop! Holy fuck I’m gonna cum!”

He’d never considered himself a quick cummer, but when a stud like Andrew handled him, there was no holding back. His whole body was starting to tremble, announcing the wave of pleasure that was set to sweep him over. His cock slipped deeper into Andrew’s mouth, hitting his tonsils. The muscles of Andrew’s throat clenched instinctively, squeezing his cock so hard, he groaned. That did it for him, forcing his warm seed out of his cock and into Andrew’s eager mouth. He pulled out of Andrew’s mouth and held his cock an inch or two above it, just so he could watch globs of cum settling on his tongue.

Watching Andrew gulp down his cum was a sight as pleasing as he’d thought it would be.

When he’d spurted out the last of his cum, he glanced down at Andrew with a pacing heart. Andrew’s heart was beating just as fast. Jeremy could tell from his heaving chest and the way his shoulders rose and fell with each breath he took. Their bodies glistened with sweat, as though they’d been working out. Well, they had, hadn’t they?

“Whoa!” He shook his head, his cheeks puffy with laughter. “Well, that just happened.”

Being alone with his brother with rock hard cocks and a shared sexual experience was not how he’d thought his evening would go. But did he find it unnatural? He didn’t know about that. All he knew was that he would give anything to create more orgasmic moments with Andrew.

“So…” Andrew said, getting off the floor. “We should do this again…maybe some other time, you know”

“Really?” Jeremy asked.

He’d seen that coming, but hadn’t thought Andrew would be in a hurry to ask for it. Then again, Andrew had always been the outspoken one.

“Mh-hmm,” Andrew said.

“Well…” Jeremy stepped forward. He and Andrew were standing so close their bodies were almost touching.

“Well?” Andrew asked.

“What if some other time is now?” Jeremy winked at Andrew.

Their hard cocks bumped into each other. They glanced down at their cocks touching, and then they chuckled.

“Fuck me in the ass, you son of a fucker!” Jeremy said, holding Andrew’s cock.

“I’ll do it!” a man said.

Jeremy looked in the direction of the voice and found a man standing in the doorway. He was clad in a white long-sleeved shirt and an elegant pair of black pants. He could pass for a gentleman. Well, if the bulge in his pants didn’t have to mess it all up. But that was no messing up anything, was it? Jeremy could use another cock, and Andrew sure wouldn’t have a problem with that.

“Call me a fucker and I’ll act like one.” The man slowly undid his pants, and then he peeled off every other article of clothing until he was stark naked.

He gazed at Jeremy, his eyes roaming his half-naked body.

“Take off that fucking shirt!” he ordered.

“Yes, father.”

The man was John Mendoza.

There was no time to be startled over the realization that his whole family was gay, so Jeremy kept it for later. Right now, obeying his father was all he was willing to do, so after he took off his shirt, he dropped down to his knees and crawled to meet his father. He halted in front of him, his mouth going dry with a thirst that could only be quenched by his father’s potent seed.

So, he remained there on his knees, like a loyal dog awaiting his master’s command.

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During the night, I decided not to tell Kenny about the security system recording of us sucking each other’s cocks. The recording would be a turn on to watch. Maybe I would show it to him without telling him about it first. I was pretty sure that he would find it exciting and that we would get it on together for some hot guy sex immediately afterwards. And I knew that his sister, Eva, would get off on watching it. In the meantime, I needed to find a secure place to keep it. If Marcia found it and watched it, I didn’t think she would be too pleased to learn that her big brother was a cocksucker.

My desk had a concealed compartment in it and that would have to do for now. I put the disc away before I went down for breakfast. Mom and Dad were going to go on another drive and picnic. Marcia asked me to go look at more cars with, but I begged off. I wanted to have all my homework done and up to date in case Lana decided that she could forget about her internship at the newspaper for one afternoon. I suggested Marcia ask Kenny to go with her. He was knowledgeable about cars. She demurred until I told her that I’d call Kenny and ask him as a favor. She watched as I punched in the number.

“Hey, Kenny. Gary. You doing anything special this afternoon?”

He wasn’t and wanted to know what I had in mind. I explained to him that Marcia wanted to go look at more cars and I wanted to work on my school work. I asked him, as a favor, if he would go with her. He laughed and said he would, but it was going to cost me. I told him that I knew it would, but that I’d really appreciate it and I would make it worth his while. I told Marcia that Kenny would go with her and I handed her the phone so they could make arrangements to meet.

Marcia was on the line for just a few minutes before she hung up. She looked pleased and a little surprised, “He said he’s pick me up at one o’clock.”

“See. There you go. Kenny’s o.k.”

“He said you owed him big time.”

“I’ll probably buy him a twelve pack or something,” I smiled. “He’s pretty easy.” I knew I’d pay him back by sucking his cock until he filled my mouth with his cum several times. Marcia didn’t know that, but I was looking forward to paying him back as soon as I could.

I worked on my two classes at the kitchen table while Marcia went back upstairs to her room. Just before one, she came back down.

“Wow! You look great!” She was wearing a plain blouse, capri pants, and sandals instead of shorts and a t-shirt. My little sister was a good looking young woman. “If Kenny hits on you, don’t be surprised.”

Marcia grinned, “It isn’t a hot date, big brother. He’s a friend doing you a favor.”

We were interrupted by a knock on the back door just before Kenny stepped into the kitchen. “Hi, Gary. Hi Marcia.” He whistled softly, “Wow, Gary, your little sis is a babe!”

Marcia actually blushed, “Hi Kenny. Thanks for doing this as a favor to Gary.”

Kenny grinned, “Oh, I’ll make him pay for it.” He winked at me as they started for the door. He actually held the door for her on the way out.”

I had almost finished my homework when the phone rang. “Hello.”

Hello, Gary, this is Sandy. Are you free this afternoon?”

“Uh, yes, I guess. I’m just about done with my school work for Monday.”

“I don’t want to interrupt anything, but Dan and I would like you to meet us at this address.”

I wrote it down. It was across town near the city limits. “You’re not interrupting anything. I can be there in thirty minutes or so.”

The drive across town was pretty hassle free and I found the address without any trouble. It was a large old house that was set on a large heavily wooded lot. The driveway was flanked on both sides by brick pillars and a fence that was overgrown with bushes and vines. I drove up the long drive and parked behind Dan’s and Sandy’s cars. No one was around. I got out of my car and walked up the steps to a wide porch. The front door was open.

“Hello.”

“We’re in here, Gary.”

I went inside. Voices were coming from the back of the house. I walked down a central hall and found Sandy and Dan in the kitchen. “Hi. What’s going on?”

Dan smiled, “Hi Gary. How do you like the place we bought at the auction?”

“Is this the place on the edge of town that you and Sandy decided to bid on?”

“Yes. We got it for a good price.” Sandy handed me a sheet of paper with pictured and a description of the house. “It was sold by an estate. No one in the family wanted to keep it.”

Dan interjected, “It sits on a good sized piece of ground. We’re going to see about some rezoning for two or three large lots or maybe four or five smaller lots. It we can’t do that, we can either fix up the house or, if that is too expensive, do a scrape off and build a new house in the middle of the grounds.”

“I looked at the sheet Sandy had handed to me, “It says it hasn’t been lived in for several years.” I looked around, “If this kitchen is an example, it looks like it will need a lot of work.”

“And it’s been broken bayburt escort into a couple of times. Nothing seems to be stolen, but there was some vandalism.” Sandy continued, “We were wondering if you would like to live here and keep an eye on it for us?”

“Rent free. And we’ll pay the utilities.”

“I could work on it while living here.”

Dan grinned, “That’s what we were hoping you would say. Work on it, whenever you have some time while we figure out what to do with it.”

“I’ll need to talk it over with my folks and if it is fine with them, I’ll need to get some furniture.”

Sandy smiled, “I can help you with that. I’ve got a whole bunch of stuff in storage.”

“We’ll get the utilities turned on, I’ve checked the appliances and everything seems to be in working order, but we’ll replace everything if we decide to fix it up for resale.”

Sandy handed me a set of keys, “These are keys to the front door and the locks on a couple of out buildings. We haven’t really checked those out. If you want, bring your folks over and let them look around before you decide one way or the other.” The she took out her car keys, “I’ve got to be going. We can talk more on Monday afternoon.”

“O.K., Sandy, See you Monday morning. I’ll show Gary around. I haven’t seen all of this place myself.”

“Bye, Sandy. Thanks. I’ll be in right after class.”

“Bye, Dan. Bye, Gary.”

Dan and I stood in the kitchen. “Well, let’s see what we got here, Gary.”

We walked through each of the rooms. The place was huge. Two stories with a full attic and a full basement plus a large garage, several sheds and what looked like the remains of a either a pool or a pond. There were a number of broken window panes but everything looked pretty good in spite of the neglect.

We were standing in an upstairs bedroom that had French doors opening on to a balcony overlooking the backyard.

“We get it cleaned up and that view will be quite a conversation piece.”

“Conversation piece, Dan?”

“Yes. I think this would be a good place and time for one of our conversations. We didn’t get to finish the last one we started.”

“I see.”

Dan was already taking off his shirt. In a few minutes both of us had stripped naked. Dan was stroking his cock.

“I think the last thing that I said before I had to leave was that I owned you a blowjob.”

“Uh, I guess so.’

“Well,” he grinned, “I’m ready to repay you. Actually, I want to get you hard then have you fuck my ass.”

“Uh, fuck you?”

“Sure. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked by another man.”

“Uh, what about Laura? What if she finds. . .”

“Relax, Gary. Laura does me all the time with a strap-on. She likes to watch me get fucked.”

“Watches you?”

“Well, she hasn’t watched for a long time, but then it’s been a long time since another man has fucked my ass. When we lived in the commune, everyone was available to everyone else. Laura and I sucked dicks together and ate pussy together and fucked together too. She really used to get off on watching me and other guys suck and screw each other.”

While he was talking, Dan walked over and gripped my cock. He leaned down, licked the head then stuffed as much of my cock as he could in his mouth. He sank to his knees without missing a suck or slurp. He sucked so hard that it almost hurt. In just a few minutes my cock looked and felt like a steel rod. Dan took me out of his mouth. He licked my cock from end to end a couple of times before he stood up.

“That looks good. I know it’s good enough to eat,” he grinned..

“Uh, do you have any lube, Dan?”

“Yeah, I have a small tube in my pants pocket. I’ll get it.”

He walked over to where his clothes were lying of the floor. When he bent over to pick up his trousers, I got an excellent view of his big balls and his ass. Dan straightened up. He tossed me the tube.

“Here you are, Gary. Grease your big dick and let’s do it.”

“It doesn’t look like there’s enough here to do both of us”

“We don’t need to. I hope you don’t think I’m taking you for granted, but I greased up before I left the office.”

“Well, I think. . .”

“I think you’ll enjoy this as much as I will. Let me grease you.”

He took the tube of lube and squirted a large amount into his palm. He rubbed his hands together then rubbed them up and down the length of my cock.

“That should do it. Now, where will we do this.” He looked around the room. “Let’s do it on the balcony.”

“Uh, I don’t know Dan.”

Before I could say anything else, he had walked out onto the balcony. He looked around then turned to face me.

“Come on, Gary. You can’t see a thing from here. It’s so over grown you can’t see fifteen feet into the trees. We can’t see anything and no one can see us.” He turned his back and bent over the railing. He reached behind himself and spread his ass cheeks. “Hurry up, before you lose your hard-on.”

I bartın escort walked out and stood behind Dan. I thought to myself that I might as well do it, because Dan seemed determined that we’d fuck. I held my cockhead against his brown pucker and pushed. He grunted as my cock pushed through his muscle ring. His asshole was clamped tight around my cockshaft. I couldn’t tell if he was just naturally tight or if he was clamping down.

Dan grunted as I pumped my hard cock in and out of his ass. He looked over his shoulder at me.

“Don’t be so tentative. Fuck me like you mean it.” He grinned, “Everyone wants to tell their boss to get fucked in the ass and here you have a chance to do it.”

I grinned back and picked up the pace. Soon our balls were slapping together and my pelvis was smacking against his ass cheeks. Dan was really working my cock with his sphincter muscles until he straightened up.

“Let me change positions so your dick can massage my prostate.”

He moved to the end of the balcony and sat on the wide railing.

“Hold me legs while I hold onto the balcony.”

I lifted his legs and held him steady until he got his balance.

“O.K., Gary. Ram my ass as hard as you can.”

I held his legs tight while I worked my cock back into his ass. When I got the head lodged inside his hole, I pushed hard and fucked him with fast, deep strokes.

Dan was straining to keep his balance and keep from falling off the railing. The strain showed. He was biting his lip and his knuckles were white from gripping the edge of the railing.

“Yeah! That’s it, man! Fuck me hard! Fuck my ass1”

Dan tightened his sphincter again. My cock felt like it was a finger in a too small glove.

“Oh, yeah! Keep that going and I’m going to blow my load!”

Dan released one hand from the railing and grabbed his bouncing cock. He began to frantically jack off as I desperately held on to his legs. I was getting tired from holding his legs and humping my ass as fast and as hard as I could.

“Gahhhhh!” Dan held his cock as he blew a long stream of cum onto his chest and stomach. “Oh, Yeah!” His cock pulsed short steams of thick cum as his asshole suddenly felt like it got two sizes smaller around my cockshaft, then it quickly released.

The sudden release in pressure around the shaft and watching Dan covering himself in cum did it for me. I slammed my cock as deep as I could into him. “Ahhhh!” My nuts popped and I shot what felt like a huge load of hot cum deep into Dan’s tight ass.

“Oh, shit, man! I can feel you cumming.” Dan’s cock squirted another stream of cum onto his chest.

I kept my cock buried deep up his ass until I stopped cumming. Then I pulled out and lowered his legs so he could stand.

Dan looked down at the gobs of cum in the hair on his chest and stomach. “Fuck, Gary! I haven’t been fucked like that in years. A hot, hard cock beats a strap-on any time.”

We went back inside. I got my handkerchief out of the pocket of my shorts and wiped off my cock. Dad did the same with his chest and stomach. I got dressed as Dan cleaned himself off.

“I’ll shower back at the office. I keep a change of clothes there. Sandy will have gone home by the time I get back there.”

“I’d better be getting along.”

“O.K., Gary. Let us know what you think about staying here to keep an eye on the place.”

“I sure will, Dan. I’m sure it will be fine with my folks. I’ll be able to let you know Monday afternoon.”

I walked downstairs and out to my car. I stopped at an unoccupied bus stop and tossed my handkerchief in a trash can. When I got home I showered, then went back to finishing my homework. Marcia and Kenny came in just as I finished putting the school work away. We had a beer before Kenny left as we talked about the cars they had looked at.

Mom and Dad got home shortly after that. We ordered a pizza and while we ate, Marcia talked about the cars that she and Kenny had looked at. Dad suggested she check the want ads in the Sunday morning paper. We asked them about their drive and picnic and they just smiled at us.

I told them about Sandy and Dan wanting me to stay in the house while they decided what they wanted to do with it.

Mom was ever practical, “What about furniture and what about the water and electricity?”

Sandy said she had a bunch of furniture in storage and I could use some of it. There’s a kitchen range and refrigerator in the house, but they need cleaning and Dan was going to get the utilities turned on.”

“Well, I don’t know. . .”

“They’ll pay the utilities and I’ll work a little on cleaning the place up. It will only be until they decide what to do with it.”

“That’s a valuable piece of property,” Dad commented, ” I’m surprised there wasn’t a lot of interest and competition for it. That’s the old Keller farm. Their family settled there years and years ago. They owned most of the land that became that part of town.”

“Well, the house ığdır escort isn’t in the best of condition. And apparently none of the family wanted to keep it.”

“You know, I bet the old place still has a septic system and it probably isn’t connected to the city water and sewer systems. That’s probably why there wasn’t much interest in buying it. It could cost a bundle to extend water and sewer if they want to subdivide the property.”

“That’s their plan. Subdivide it, I mean. There’s been some vandalism and they want someone to stay in it while they decide what to do.”

Dad looked at Mom, “I don’t see why Gary couldn’t stay there. Give him a chance to see what it’s like to be on his own.”

Mom smiled, “I suppose. One of these days both of you will be going out on your own.”

“Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad. I’ll tell them Monday.”

We finished the pizza and Marcia and I cleaned up the kitchen.

“This so neat, Gary! Getting a place of your own!”

“Easy, Sis. It’s just for a short time and it’s not like I’m leaving home.”

We watched some television together before I got on the computer to check my e-mail. There was a note from Lana asking me to call her. I went upstairs to use the phone in my room.”

“Hi, Lana. What’s the word?”

“What do you want to do tomorrow afternoon? Mom and Dad told me get out of the house and do something beside sleep and work at the newspaper.”

“That’s great! Do you want to explore an old house?” “What old house?”

“My dad calls it the old Keller farm That’s the place your dad and Sandy bought in the auction. They asked me if I wanted to stay there and keep an eye on it while they decide what they are going to do with it.”

“I didn’t know they bought some property. I didn’t even know there was an auction.” Lana laughed, “No one tells me anything.”

“Would you want to do that? Or would you rather catch a movie or something?”

“Pick me up at one and we’ll go explore that old house together.”

“Great! I’ll see you then!”

Just as I hung up the phone, I heard Marcia at the door to my bedroom.

“Hey, big brother. May I come in?”

“Sure. What’s on your mind?”

“I had a good time with Kenny. He’s a lot of fun to be around. And he asked a lot of good questions about the cars we looked at.”

“See. I told you that you’d have a good time.”

She smiled, “I thinks he likes me. Would it bother you if he asked me for a date?”

“No. Why should it bother me. But I don’t think he’ll ask you.”

“Why not?”

‘Cause he has a steady girl friend.”

“Marcia grinned, “Not any more. She’s staying with family upstate and she e-mailed Kenny a sort of Dear John. She wanted to date some other guys during the summer and he told her that was fine.”

“Well,” I grinned, “That changes everything.”

During the night I awakened and jacked off while I imagined Kenny and Marcia fucking. His nine inch cock pumped in and out of her pussy and they watched me lick her pussy juices off of his cock before I sucked his cum out of my sister’s hot, wet and juicy pussy. I fell into a deep sleep after I cleaned up a big load of my own cum.

Fortunately, Marcia didn’t come downstairs until after I had finished breakfast. I probably would have blushed when I looked at her and I know she would have been upset if she knew I fantasized about my sister and my best friend fucking each other. I kept her out of my sight by mowing the lawn and using the string trimmer the rest of the morning. When it was time to clean up to meet Lana, I showered and carefully shaved my cock and balls. It was all I could do to not jack off again to the imagine of Marcia and Kenny.

When I got to Lana’s place, Dan was washing Laura’s car. He turned off the water, came over and slapped me on the shoulder. “Have you made a decision?”

“No, I haven’t decided yet. Is Lana inside?”

“Uh, Lana isn’t here. She got called back to the newspaper. There’s been a really bad accident or something across town. She tried to call you, but I guess you’d already left home.”

“Well, that’s a bummer.”

“Yeah, I know. She’s been working every day and I know she was really looking forward to spending the afternoon away from the house and her internship. You want a beer?”

“No, thanks, Dan. I think I’ll go back home.”

When I got home Marcia was in the kitchen, “Hi, big brother, Lana called right after you left.”

“Yeah, Dan told me right after I got to their place. ‘Said she had to go back to the paper.”

“Yes, something about helping the paper cover an accident or something. You got two other calls too.”

“Oh? Who were they?”

“Kenny asked for you to call him.”

“I’ll bet you hoped he was calling you.”

“Not really,” Marcia smiled, “I like him, but I don’t know if I like him enough to go out with him on a date. The second call for you was from Coach. He asked if you could call him at your convenience.”

“Thanks, sis. Since I don’t have anything else to do, I guess I’ll return the calls.” I went upstairs to my room and closed the door. I knew what Kenny wanted so I called Coach first. The phone rang several times before he picked up. He sounded a little breathless.

“Hello, Bubbie, this is Gary.”

“Hello, Gary, I’m so glad you called so soon.” I could almost hear the smile in Coach’s voice.

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I awoke in the strange bed, my mind foggy. I knew where I was, vaguely, but the warmth of sleep still wrapped me up. I fell back into dreams again, the horny dreams that swam around my foggy mind every morning. Dreams of gorgeous warm bodies writhing in pleasure, of dominance and compliance, of others enjoying me, of sensual kinky wanton desire. My erection was straining painfully against the fabric of my tangled boxers, and trying to relieve that ache my foggy mind recalled that I was not in bed alone. I was lying in a bed in my parent’s summer cabin. My older brother beside me. The warmth of his body so close to me stilled my writhing and soon I fell back into my dreams again. This time I was small and quiet against the large warm body beside me an unknown pretty face lovingly and sensually kissing and caressing the gorgeous muscle toned body I lay beside.

I was restrained somehow, unable to move, to touch or to experience her touch. Her hands caressed him and moved down to his large hard erection cradling it then stroking its heavy hot flesh, I was mesmerized by the sight of the big cock and her gentle caressing bringing the inevitable orgasm closer and closer. She stroked him with sensual experienced hands purring her desire for him, the dream was so real and I was so aroused. I tried to move my hand to join hers, but as I moved she dipped her head and took his cock between her lips to lovingly accept the seed that began to spew from the big cock almost immediately. Her eyes meeting mine as she wantonly feasted on the gorgeous cock.

I was so aroused, my cock was rock hard and aching more and I desperately needed release. I woke enough to I realize that I had indeed moved my hand. It lay on the warm muscled flesh of my brother’s stomach. I lay on my side beside him, my face nestled along the side of his chest. One arm pinned under my own body. To give myself release I would have to roll away and that may wake him. I have no idea why I did what happened next. I had never had any gay leanings at all, women had always been my heart’s desire. But still wrapped in dozy coma and without thinking I stroked my hand over the smooth relaxed muscles of his stomach, slowly down towards his groin. The sensation of his warm soft skin under my fingers was a thrill of its own and my fingertips felt every crease and ridge of his abdomen on its slow lazy glide over. I had no thoughts of the implications of what I was doing, I was just enthralled by the sensations.

My fingers travelled over the ribbed waistband then over the loose soft fabric until it rode over the firm ridge of flesh inside. It was satisfyingly engorged and thick. My fingers lovingly travelled over it, thrilling at the prize held within the cotton coverings. I felt it grow, expanding under my hand as I stroked up along its length to the swollen fat head. I felt it twitch as I held the pulpy mushroom head between the tips of my fingers and thumb, running the thumb over the sensitive groove. I slipped my fingers back down the length of the shaft caressing it all the way to the root through the fabric of his shorts. Towards the base of the thrillingly long thick manhood, the fabric opened up and my fingers slipped inside to stroke the hot flesh. The hair was short and sparse, I ran my fingers down through it until I was cupping the large balls and they filled my entire hand.

Dreamily I cradled the thick cock in my hand and I felt it grow, thickening. I began to slowly stroke it, luxuriating in the feeling of it filling my hand, hot and strong. As I slowly stoked up and down, my movements opened the fabric wider and the entire length of his cock came free. I felt it thicken more until it was like a hot iron bar encased in a silken wrapping. I stroked the outer wrapping, my mind whirring with delight and desire for this rigid pole of lust. My own cock achingly hard inside the restrictive confine of my tangled shorts. I pressed myself against his leg, the firm muscles of his thigh providing some added friction driving my own cock closer and closer to release. My mind imagined the kütahya escort size and shape of him, an erotic picture of the hot meaty flesh drawn from the sensual tug of my fingers on him. I craved this cock, my fevered mind was desperate for it, enslaved by the need for it.

I felt the thick shaft pulsing in my hand twitching and moving as I moved on it, my grip gentle and persuasive, drawing him higher and higher. I imagined the head, engorged and purple, the flesh pulled tight and glistening. Unbidden, but enslaved by the lustful calling of this big hot cock I moved my head down to meet it. I kissed my way down the smooth warm flesh of his stomach, teasing myself with the knowledge of the forbidden fruit to come then delighting in the feel of it slipping between the lips of my eager mouth. I heard my brother moan but was too absorbed in the sensations to take anything other than delight in his pleasure.

I reveled in the feel of his hard cock between my lips, the delight of rolling my tongue over the head as my lips were stretched tight. I caressed it lovingly with my tongue and squeezed it tightly with my lips as my hand continued to jack him. Wantonly I began to bob my head in time to my hand’s movements on his thick shaft. The taste and smell and heat of him filled my senses. I moaned too as I rocked my hips in time to the gyrations of my lust crazed mouth and hand. I felt his hips bucking under me, driving his cock up with every down stroke of my hand and mouth. I felt the thick wide cockhead hit the back of my throat with each thrust my need to take all I could of him meeting his need for release.

And then his cock pulsed in my hand and I felt the rush of seed up through his hot shaft, felt it burst into my mouth, filling me with a hot salty sticky goo that I greedily slurped and swallowed. His hips bucked wildly and I felt his hand on my head urging me onwards as splash after splash filled my mouth. I reveled in the sensations pouring over me: taste, smell, heat, touch. My mouth repeatedly filling with his cum and his hand gripping me, urging me to take it all driving me over the edge and I felt myself cum in a daze of lust and excited passion as I writhed against him. I heard him groaning above me as he came and I moaned and whimpered my own orgasm onto his thick meat, my mouth too busy and full to allow me the scream I desired.

Slowly his bucking ceased and my own orgasm passed. I lay with my brother’s cock still between my lips, lovingly kissing and licking it until the reality of what I had done began to dawn on me. I suddenly felt very cold and humiliated. I got up without looking at him and headed for the bathroom, my face hot with embarrassment, my head hung in shame and the sound of his gentle laughter behind me.

In the bathroom I turned on the shower in the tub and peeled the sticky mess of my shorts off and stepped under the steaming water. My mind was whirring. What had I done? I stood motionless under the shower, the hot water slowly soothing my panic. The image of me sucking my bothers cock rolling over me, making me reel with shame. Realization that as I had been stroking his cock, I had been kissing the soft skin of his side and chest, that I had kissed my way lovingly down his body, that I had humped his thigh like a bitch in heat until I came. I closed my eyes in desperate fear of what he would say, and how he would ridicule me, about what this meant about me and my previously very heterosexual life. As a horny 19 year old, I had my share of girlfriends and had never looked at a guy sexually. My brother, 6 years older than me and married, had no inclinations that way either as far as I knew. Perhaps it all meant nothing and it would blow over as two ships passing in the night.

After a few minutes my heart slowed and the panic subsided to an aching worry. I picked up the soap and started to wash. As my hands slid over my body lathering up the soap, visions of his body and the way it felt flooded through my memory. The taste of his cock malatya escort was still in my mouth and it did nothing to calm my turmoil. My cock stirred and my soapy hands were quick to find my cock and the distraction it served. A few strokes were all it took to bring it back to full erection and I reveled in its hardness. My hands sliding over it as my mind still replayed the feeling of his cock in my hand and the smell and taste of its head in my mouth. I remembered his strong hand on my head and began to imagine both his hands on me, his body fully covering me. My soapy hands strayed all over my body as imagined him doing the same. Soaping my back and buttocks, tipping my butt up and out as my fingers played between my cheeks, opening my ass to the slippery invasion.

I felt the shower curtain open and froze. I turned my back in shame, unable to look at him. I stood in the corner out of the water as he first took the soap from me and then washed himself. I was still covered in soap and needed to rinse off but couldn’t find the strength to speak. I could feel his eyes on me as I stood there. I could hear him washing himself, imagined him grinning at my back. Imagined all the cruel things he was going to say. The big heat lamp above me set off an eerie red glow, it kept me warm but filled me with dread.

I almost jumped out of my skin when he touched me. His hand on my hip, then his other hand on my other hip. He pulled me back against him and his arms encircled me. I suddenly realized how much bigger than me he was, My head was up against his shoulder, my shoulders were pressed against his chest and, oh god, his cock was pressed into my lower back. The realization of his firm erection pressing into my back was somehow both calming and terrifying at the same time. He bent his face forward and he murmured “Don’t worry, little brother, this is all going to work out ok.”

I couldn’t imagine what he meant and I didn’t feel any less worried but the panic started to subside and as his hands began to roam over me I understood that he had no malicious intent. He found my nipples and played with them, he found my cock and balls and stroked them with his big soapy hands. He rubbed his cock against my soapy back, pulling his hips away from me every so often to let it slip between my buttocks. Despite the warning bells going in my head, the sensations were all so thrilling and my brothers huge physical presence was so overwhelming that I felt my body responding and I didn’t pull away. His big thick shaft slid up and down the groove of my ass and the thrill that it sent through me pushed more of the worry away. The tip stroked across the bud of my asshole and the desire to have him in there was immense.

He pulled me back into him again but his greater height drew his cock up and above my ass into my back again. His bristly face was against my ear again. “I want to fuck your sexy little ass.” He murmured, then his mouth dropped lower and he sucked on my neck, at the same time his hand gripped my soapy cock and stroked me. An involuntary whimper left my lips. His hands dropped lower and he gripped my thighs lifting me up off the floor of the tub. I put my feet on the sides of the tub and he rested me down there and continued his caressing of my body. Now when he pulled his hips towards mine his cock fitted perfectly into the crease of my ass. He rolled it around my asshole and then down between my legs, nudging against my balls. He pushed my hand onto the head of his cock. It was all I could reach of him but I didn’t pull my hand away. The feeling of the crown of his cock silky and smooth and his breath ragged in my ear was a huge turn on.

He stroked my cock as I caressed his. His stubble was rough on my skin and his teeth were fierce on my neck but his strong hands held me firmly to him and any will I had to resist was evaporating fast. He pulled his hips away from me slightly and his cock slipped out of my reach and stroked up between my legs. He grabbed a little jar of petroleum batman escort jelly that he must have brought into the shower. Then he slipped his hand between us lubing himself and then teasing in and out of my ass with a greasy finger. Humiliating as it was I couldn’t resist pushing back onto this gentle invasion, he indulged me for a while then groaned: “Damn, you are going to be a hot fuck.” And he eased his finger out and I felt the gorgeous big head of his cock push against my puckered hole.

I couldn’t imagine the thickness of it ever fitting inside my little opening. But he was entirely unhurried. He continued to stroke and caress my body and his cock just nudged gently and persistently at my ass. I tried to relax and just focus on his hand exploring me. His fingers on my chest, my stomach, my cock. His mouth on my neck and my ear. A thumb, now less soapy, slipping across my lips, teasing my tongue to come out and play then slipping between my lips.

Then it happened. My ass opened up a little and the head of his cock slipped in. He groaned in pleasure as a gasp left my lips. He held me tight so I couldn’t pull off him but the ache in my asshole was inescapable. I sucked and mewed on his thumb as I wriggled my ass, trying to ease the sudden pain, but with his arm tight around me, all that did was drive his cock deeper into me. I gasped and whimpered as I felt his cock push even deeper, believing there was no way I could take any more but more kept slipping in. His hands slithered down my sides and he gripped my hips. Holding me tight on his shaft as he rocked back and forth slowly, gently opening me up. My ass slowly began to accommodate his unyielding cock and the pain eased. He continued to rock his hips, withdrawing almost the entire way out of me then drawing me back and down onto him, pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke.

As my body relaxed and got used to the stretched full feeling, a new sensation began to take over. There was a nerve bundle in my ass that was enjoying the attention and pleasure began to replace the pain. He began to fuck his cock into me with greater determination and his grunts and groans of pleasure were staring to be met with some of my own. The pleasure grew until my entire focus was my brother’s big cock and the need to have more of it. I was pushing back onto him, craving the wonderful sensations he was causing in me, riding his cock for all I was worth. And he was pulling me down hard on to him, then lifting me before pulling me down again and again, controlling every delicious stroke.

He slowed his fucking and I pushed back wanting more. “You like that, little boy?” He asked teasingly. “Do you like being my bitch? You want more of your big brother’s cock?

His cock kept stroking across that wonderful nerve bundle and I kept pushing back onto it, climbing higher and higher in search of an orgasm, riding harder and faster.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned “Yesssss. Fuck me! Please Fuck me!”

He pounded his cock into to my ass, gabbing my hands as I tried to steady myself, holding them tight to my sides as he fucked me like a wanton rag doll. Deep and hard, over and over in a frenzied lust fueled fucking. I was moaning in a depraved fog of desire as he roared his orgasm into my ear, fucking into me deep and hard. Gripping my hips tightly to him. As he drained himself into me, my ass bucking in his grip as my own body quaked. He pinned me there, his cock rigid, deep in my ass, his hands tightly binding me in place, his breathing ragged in my ear. I writhed some more, enjoying the feelings his cock still induced in me even as his cock began to dwindle. I relaxed back into his strong body, tired but no longer worried.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” He groaned as his cock finally slipped free. He gave my ass a hot swat as he stepped out of the shower. “I was right. You are a hot little fuck toy.”

By the time I got out of the shower he had left the bathroom. As I dried off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, small smooth frame, sexy bubble butt and a clear fresh almost feminine face. I saw what he saw, a sexy little fuck toy. The only flaw was a livid bruise on my neck. I ran my fingertips over it and remembered the sensation of his mouth on me.

I closed my eyes and whispered. “Yessss!” I didn’t know what the implications of all of this would be, but he was right: I wanted more of my big brother’s cock.

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Our presentations went really well and my teammates’ creative concepts got rave reviews. I try to be a humble person, but I was feeling pretty confident that we would be invited to the dinner party and I was getting excited to visit Robert Barton’s home. I was close with one of my coworkers on Mrs. Fisher’s team, Becca, and I asked her about the dinner party. She was instantly envious and started sharing everything she’d heard about those parties. Every year, only a handful of people get invited and Becca had never been. “They do a good job of inviting different groups every year, but when you work for a company this big it’s tough to get an invite.”

“Why do interns get to go, then?” I asked. I felt bad for her and wished I could let her go in my place.

“The executives like to invite a couple interns so that the interns feel like they’re really a part of the company too. Not just some temps.”

“That’s really cool, but I do feel bad about it. Can I send you in my place if we do end up getting picked out of the interns?”

Becca brushed off my invitation graciously and insisted that I go. She just asked that I tell her everything because she didn’t believe all the tales she’d heard about these parties.

Surely enough, my team received an email from the intern advisors congratulating us on our great presentation and inviting us to the party. The email detailed when and where the Friday party would be and told us to not worry about dressing up, but to come in something nice. I liked the occasional chance to dress up, so I wasn’t worried about what to wear.

Work dragged on slowly as my anticipation for the party preoccupied my thoughts. It didn’t help that Becca could talk of nothing else. I let my mind wander as I imagined what Mr. Barton’s home would be like. Would it reflect his sophisticated nature or the lacking touch of a natural home maker? I knew he was a wealthy man but wondered just how wealthy he was. In my mind, the most modest home must cost millions. I imagined he would have a beautiful space if he hosted parties with such a coveted invitation.

After much daydreaming and anticipation, the close of the work week finally arrived and I left work to go home and get ready for the party. I already had my attire planned out and was ready to take a shower, freshen up, and head across the L train to Brooklyn. I was ready to go fairly quickly, but I checked the clock because I wanted to make sure I arrived about five minutes late and I knew I needed to leave about ten minutes before the hour. The fifteen minutes I spent waiting to walk to the subway felt longer than the agonizing two days prior. By the time I got to the station, took the train across the borough to Brooklyn, walked from the station to the address given to me, and stood before Robert Barton’s front door, I felt like a fool. What was all of this anticipation building inside of me? Like a bucket of cold water, reality set in and I knew that nothing was going to happen tonight except for me getting a hard-on stealing glances at my fantasy man in a very public venue.

I knocked on the front door and was let into a truly beautiful home. The main floor was an open concept with a kitchen and several sitting areas all immediately in view as soon as you step inside. It was like a showcase home for magazines in the heart of Brooklyn. I couldn’t even guess what it would cost. The furniture was very modern and new and obviously designed by people with a taste for flair. There were stairs leading up and down on the right and at the back of the house, there was a door that looked like it led to a patio. For once, I was distracted from the thought of Rob by taking in the whole space. I slowly walked around the main floor and admired the details.

In the first little sitting area, there was a fireplace next to a bench that was built into the wall and covered with a soft pad and several pillows. There was a small, oblong marble table with a wiry, metal sculpture that was speckled teal and white and grey. Above the bench, there was a shelf on the wall with an assortment of colorful pottery. The room was a perfect example of the overall design of the home with lots of intricate details and interesting, modern pieces. I just wondered if the pottery and sculptures had meaning or were merely interesting conceptual pieces for his home.

After admiring the first area, I decided to go say hello to some of my co-workers that I knew. I found my intern group huddled together and joined them. It was natural that we all grouped together because we all felt like a small fry in this pond. I thought it was boring of them, but then realized I would be terrified if they weren’t there and was instantly grateful I didn’t have to spend the whole night with the internal struggle of fighting my shyness to meet people or standing alone awkwardly in a corner of the house. The interns were talking about their weekend plans and one of them dominated the conversation raving on and on about this nightclub he had discovered in Manhattan. I rolled my eyes before realizing what I was doing and had a mini artvin escort panic attack he might have seen. Luckily, it seemed he hadn’t.

I was grateful when our conversation was interrupted by Lisa, our internship coordinator. She was our first contact at the company and the coordinator for all of our internship projects and activities and she was the loveliest person in all of New York. I beamed at her and she said hi to all of us, congratulated us again on our great work that landed us at the party, and told us she was going to find Robert Barton who insisted on meeting us tonight. I swallowed as she left to find him as I realized I wouldn’t know how to act towards him in front of all of these people. I never told anyone I regularly conversed with Robert and I was pretty sure that none of my team had ever met him before outside of a large group setting.

My team member continued describing the night club briefly before Lisa returned with Robert. “Ah, the interns!” He greeted us with his classic smile that lit up a room. “I will tell you what – this group has done some incredible work on your Play Doh project.” I smiled and he looked at me for a moment. He asked us each to introduce ourselves and what school we were attending. I remembered in the elevator when we first met that he had stated that he knew all of his employees and thought he genuinely might be trying to memorize each of our names on the spot. When it came around the circle to me he announced “and I already know Chris from UT. Welcome to the party, Chris.” I thanked him and admired his warm smile. It was crazy what a simple smile could do to me. I realized I didn’t have a backpack with me to cover any bulges, so I needed to be careful at the party tonight.

When the group all introduced themselves, he welcomed us to his party and told us to make ourselves at home but not to break anything. He gave a dorky laugh and excused himself to go make the rounds with all the guests. I admired his clothes as he left. He had some old fashioned slacks that were really light beige and very retro looking. On top he had a thin, navy sweater underneath a smart light blue blazer. Everything was perfectly tailored and complemented his big figure. I knew if I admired any longer, we’d have some bulging issues so I refocused on our conversation. Before leaving our group, Lisa insisted that we enjoy ourselves and branch away from just having an intern night. “Meet some new people and enjoy the food.” She made this face that is difficult to describe but made it clear that the food was going to be good.

I respected Lisa so I forced myself to introduce myself to a few people and try and get to know them. As Robert had outlined weeks ago, I lack confidence and the task took some concerted effort. I met some really pleasant people, but of course it’s easy to be pleasant in this setting. I wondered how kind they’d be if I had first met them in the office. Lisa saw me making an effort while most the other interns stayed where they were and after a while she approached me. “Are you interested in returning to the agency after you graduate, Chris?” I told her I was extremely interested and was loving my internship and my time in New York. She told me not to get too excited but she was impressed with my work and my attitude, and she was going to initiate some conversations. I blushed and told her how awesome she was and she told me to go back to my seat because the food was coming.

I rejoined the interns and the first round of appetizers came around. I don’t know who was providing the food but it was incredible. Drinks were flowing, and waiters seemed to come back over and over again with different dishes. I know I was living on a budget eating sandwiches, Ramen, and dollar slices from the pizza spot on the corner. So maybe I was deprived of quality food. But the food at the party was like nothing I’ve ever had before. I was starting to understand why there was so much chatter at the office about the party. I was getting full and thought I’d better switch to water for a while. I had already had a few drinks and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. Right on queue, someone fell and shattered a wine glass on her way down. She popped back to her feet clumsily and her hair flipped to the side of her head. She looked around and started apologizing. I cringed for her and forced myself to look away to avoid the secondhand embarrassment. Robert stepped up to the front and gracefully took the attention away from the poor lady. He took a mic, thanked everyone for coming, and introduced the entertainment. There was a caricature artist available to anyone for free, a photo booth with props, lots of games, and back inside the house they were going to do trivia for prizes. I was blown away.

My intern group wanted to do the photo booth, so we went straight for the line. As I stood and observed, I noticed that people were getting pretty lively and I was sure that many of them were getting drunk. I shook my head and my friend pulled me in the booth. Five of us crammed in and started aydın escort posing with different props and making faces and the Polaroids came out of the machine and we all picked one. It was fun and I was glad to have a memento of my team. When we climbed out of the booth, I told them I was going to walk around and get some air. I went straight to the caricature booth just to watch him draw. The line was already wrapped around the yard. I took a moment to really admire the space. It may have been even more impressive than the inside. There was a large deck on the main floor adjacent to the back door and stairs down from the deck to the yard, which was mostly paved in large gray, rectangular stones and surrounded by a high dark brown fence with horizontal panels. The fence was covered in greenery and there were lights strung for the party. It was a large space, especially for New York City.

Someone called out and announced the trivia would be starting and I decided to have a go, even though I knew I didn’t have a chance. I thought it would be fun just to watch. After a few questions, my suspicion was confirmed and I knew I had no chance. I kept playing and watching to see who would win. Lisa was doing well and I was rooting for her. I noticed that quite a few people had started to funnel out, and realized that it was Friday night and they probably had other parties and nightclubs to get to. My intern friends came by and said they were going to that nightclub they’d all been talking about and I told them I wanted to finish the trivia and to go ahead and I’d catch up. “OK, but come when you’re done!” I nodded my head and watched them scurry out the door.

Ten minutes later, the trivia finished and some guy named Devon had won a new iPad. Lisa finished third and got a $100 gift card and I cheered loudly for her. She pointed her finger high in the air towards me and reciprocated a loud cheer. She behaved like Pam, from The Office, drunk at the Dundies. I chuckled and the trivia group started to scatter. Even the line for the caricature was getting short. The party was clearly coming to an end and I started searching for an excuse to stay.

I decided to check out the rooms I hadn’t before dinner. I went into the largest sitting room, which was now empty, and looked at all the trinkets and art. There was a glass table in the middle with peculiar, slanted, orange legs. There were tall, skinny gold lamps in the corner and more pottery on shelves. The seats were so comfortable even though they didn’t look like it. The focal piece was a giant painting on the far wall. It was three paintings framed as one, with the center canvas larger than the two on the outside. It was abstract and unique. It was mostly swirls of blue and white that almost looked like marble with dashes of every color fading in and out of the ocean-like lines. In the bottom corner of the main canvas there was a signature in gold and a personalized message to Robert. I looked closer to try and make out the message when a voice caught me off guard and caused me to jump.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Robert apologized, though he couldn’t help but laugh.
“I don’t mean to snoop.”
“Oh, not at all! It’s amazing isn’t it?”
I nodded and asked who painted it.
“Me.”
My eyes must have popped.
“No, no. It wasn’t. It’s actually my wife’s work.”
“Really?” It was beautiful.
“She painted it for me on our anniversary a long time ago.”
“That’s really something. Does she paint a lot?”
He smirked his little half-smile. “Quite a bit. She is pretty successful and has quite a reputation.”
“I’m so dumb,” I shook my head. “Tell me she has work at MoMA.”
“You’re not dumb. It’s not like she’s a household name but she is quite good and has had several shows in galleries here in the city over the years.”
I looked over it again and we stood in silence for a moment.
“What about the pottery?” I asked, remembering the other art in the house. “Hers too?”
“No, another friend. Well, he was Jean’s friend first. They did a lot of shows together and he became a close family friend. Not all of it is his, but a lot of the pottery you see was given to me by Christopher.”
“Well, your house is amazing and I could look through it all day.”
“I didn’t realize you were so interested in art.”
“Oh, I’m no art historian. I haven’t really gotten to see much other than the Picasso and Monet and Van Gogh you learn in school. I have been to MoMA here and want to do the others.”

“Follow me.” He turned towards the kitchen and we headed down the stairs to the basement. There was a large sitting room when you reached the bottom and a couple of closed doors to other rooms. He took a seat on this strangely shaped chair and invited me to look around with just the gesture of his arms. The walls were covered with art and there were more sculptures and pottery scattered around the furniture.

“Tell me about this one.” I settled in front of a large painting of a field of purple flowers. He gave me the story as my eyes bounced from him to the painting, back balıkesir escort and forth. I was truly captivated, and this time it was by more than just my physical attraction. We repeated this a couple more times, going over the paintings, before we were interrupted by his assistant, who was calling for him from upstairs.
“Oh, excuse me real quick. As you were.” He hurried up the stairs, presumably to thank her for all the planning and walk her out. She probably closed up the party and dealt with all the vendors while we were down in the art gallery.

I realized I had significantly overstayed my welcome and started to feel guilty. After a while he came back down, with some drinks and a couple of glasses. I was embarrassed to be the last one there.
“I’m sorry, I’ve overstayed my welcome. I should go.”
“Oh, nonsense!” He literally shrugged off my comment. “Feel free to leave, but I am enjoying the conversation. I haven’t had anyone to really discuss this with since..”
His voice trailed off and I knew. I responded quickly because he was so chipper until he thought of his divorce, and I wanted to gloss over it and get back to cheerful Robert. “Which is your favorite of these?” I worried that it would be a piece from his wife, but luckily he picked one that wasn’t. I figured his wife’s art wouldn’t be in this room. He led me to one and I looked at him puzzled. Even I recognized that one.
“That isn’t..” I asked.
“No,” he chuckled. “Have you ever been in a museum and there is an artist doing a live recreation of one of the pieces?
I nodded.
“We were in France and the lady was recreating my favorite Monet.” He went on about the piece and the visit to France. It was a piece from his Water Lily series. I was no expert, but the artist did a wonderful replica. When he finished, he offered me a drink and took his seat.
“Oh, no thank you. I had a couple and I shouldn’t overdo it or I might not make it home.”
“Do you mind?”
“Oh, no. Not at all!” He was so polite and distinguished and handsome.

I took a seat across from him and he poured himself a little glass of something hard. I had the feeling that was his first of the night. He probably didn’t drink while the guests were here.
“So, did you enjoy the night? Is it everything they make it out to be?”
I chuckled, amused that he knew about all the rumors that flew around the office. “It was incredible and I’m not just saying that. The food was better than anything I’d ever had before. Where is it from?”
He told me all about his favorite restaurant and sipped on his beverage. I stole glances at his groin. He wasn’t hard or anything, but the way he was sitting in that strange chair propped up his groin and made a huge pouch in the middle of his pants. I was lusting after him more than ever. After hearing his passion for art, I was even more in love with his personality, his friendliness and warmth, his mannerisms, and of course his face and body. But I couldn’t help but remember our lunch and the fool I had made of myself. I couldn’t do it again. No, I would just enjoy the conversation and the art and the view in front of me.

When he finished talking about the restaurant, I realized that I probably stared too long. I quickly made more conversation and he poured himself another drink.
“Last one,” he told himself aloud sternly, eliciting another smile from me.
I asked him about the best museums and he happily shared his opinion and knowledge, telling me that as good as the museums obviously were, he preferred the modern galleries. It made sense, after seeing the way his home was designed. He clearly had a taste for modern art.

“Excuse me, sorry.” He interrupted, as he reached down to undo his shoelaces. “Do you mind? I promise my feet don’t stink.”
“Of course not, please. You’re in your own home!”
“These darn shoes are just so tight. I can’t wear them this long anymore.” He slowly removed them and set them to the side and tried to massage his feet on the floor. He was in clear discomfort.
I offered to massage his feet.
“Oh no!” He instantly refused. “I couldn’t.”
It was pretty awkward I’m sure and he was so polite he probably didn’t want to demean me. I insisted.
“Robert, you’re clearly in considerable discomfort if you have gotten to the point that you needed to remove your shoes. I can tell it pained you to take them off and you’re trying to rub them into the floor. I don’t mind at all and my mom says I’m the best at it.” I smiled.
He still resisted but I approached him and sat on the table in front of him and lifted his legs. He relented but his face showed he was clearly still reluctant.
“Robert, it’s nothing. Really.”

As I lifted his legs, it caused him to lean all the way back in the chair and I rested his feet on my legs. I gently started to squeeze his feet to try and gauge how much pressure he liked. I learned that the trick to a massage is to find what people like because the spectrum is so wide. I personally didn’t like much pressure so I knew to start soft and gradually press harder. Their muscles will start to react when you apply more pressure than they like. Robert liked a bit of pressure, I found, so I really started to dig in. His eyes were closed and he looked so satisfied it made my dick jump. I crossed my legs and hoped he’d keep his eyes closed. I didn’t have a foot fetish or anything but I was happy just to be touching his body in such an intimate way.

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“You Tube? What the hell are you talking about?” Marshall asked.

“Boy, what have you been smoking?” Slim demanded to know, and everyone laughed. Everyone except Denver, who pulled out his phone, indignation shining in his eyes.

“I’ll show you what I’m talking about. Hold your horses for just a minute, willya?”

Marshall leaned in to Lee, lowering his voice for his ears alone. “I bet he’s going to pop up with some kind of birthday video or something, and then yell surprise.”

“You never know, that might just be it,” Lee agreed. Marshall caught a hint of something in Lee’s voice, though, something that wasn’t entirely amusement. Before he could ask what was wrong, he heard Denver’s cry of triumph.

“Found it!” He pushed his phone at Marshall. “There it is. Just press play. I turned up the sound already.”

Marshall took the phone, holding it between him and Lee, so they could both watch. He heard the scrape of chairs as the others rose and grouped behind them, everyone’s attention on the phone.

Marshall pressed play, prepared for anything. What he saw was the familiar crowded dance floor of Partners. People were moving back, out of the line of sight of the camera, to a respectful distance from a couple. The camera shifted, focusing on that couple.

Marshall realized with a start that it was indeed him and Lee. They were dancing together, and the crowd was watching appreciatively, shouting encouragements, kırklareli escort along with whistles and catcalls. Marshall remembered the dance, of course, and the way Lee had bent him over and kissed him long and hard. He even remembered people taking pictures of them. What he hadn’t expected was to end up in a video on You Tube.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Only after the clip ended did he notice the title given it by whoever had uploaded it: Two hot men and a great kiss at Partners. He felt his cheeks go warm, but he wasn’t exactly displeased about the video. Not like he was embarrassed about his love for Lee, or of having people see them together. Then he looked at the view count. Holy shit. “There’s almost a million views on this thing.” He looked up to find Denver grinning widely at him.

“Oh yeah, you’re quite the sensation. I think they call that going viral. You two are gonna be famous.”

Marshall snorted with laughter, until he caught a glimpse of Lee’s face. Lee wasn’t smiling, and he didn’t look very happy. Come to think of it, neither did Roy.

Marshall pushed the phone into Denver’s hand. “The answer is still no,” he responded to the unspoken question he could read in Denver’s eyes. “Still got plans. It’s our anniversary, you know.”

“I know,” Denver grumbled, pocketing the phone. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Everyone laughed, as they resumed their afyon escort seats. Marshall took advantage of the momentary confusion to whisper in Lee’s ear. “Is something wrong?”

Lee didn’t answer immediately, heightening Marshall’s unease. He pulled back enough to look at Lee’s face. “What is it?” he asked.

Lee’s brows drew together before he relaxed his expression and forced a smile. “Probably nothing,” he admitted.

“Afraid I’ll get famous on You Tube and take off for Hollywood?” Marshall joked.

Lee leaned forward and kissed him. “I think I know better than that.”

“I should hope so. You know I was just kidding, right?”

“I know that. Look, we can talk about it later, okay?”

“Okay. Good.” Marshall felt somewhat relieved. They’d talk about it, whatever it was, and Lee would make everything all right, like he always did.

“Hey you two, break it up!” Slim’s voice broke into their moment. Lee slid an arm about Marshall’s shoulders and grinned at their friend.

“What’s the matter, Slim? Tell us how you really feel!”

More laughter. Slim raised a glass of beer. “Kinda hard to make a toast if you’re not paying attention. To Lee and Marshall! Happy anniversary, and happy birthday to Marshall. May you always be happy and together.”

Glasses were lifted around the table, and everyone echoed the sentiment. A short time later, Lee rose, amasya escort reaching for Marshall’s hand. “Time for us to go,” he said in his no-nonsense way, “but we’ll get together again soon. Agreed?”

They made their good-nights and said their thank yous for a fine evening. Roy left with them, citing the need to work the next day. He accompanied them to their car, leaning against it as Lee unlocked it. A look passed between the two men that Marshall didn’t understand. His unease, which had subsided, began to return.

“Doesn’t have to mean anything,” Roy said.

“Yeah, I know that. But then again, it might.”

“I know.” Roy removed his hat and scratched the side of his head before replacing it. “I’ll get on it soon as I get home, Lee, ‘kay?”

“I appreciate that, Roy.” The two men shook hands before Lee opened the door and motioned Marshall inside. Marshall started to ask a question, but decided against it, and let Lee close the door without comment. Roy headed to his car and Lee slid behind the wheel.

They drove in silence for a few minutes, Lee staring out at the highway, once they left Tucker Falls. Marshall gazed out his side window, but there wasn’t a whole lot to see at this time of night. Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Want to tell me what’s going on? Something about that video’s got you spooked. What is it?”

Lee took a deep breath, then let it out. “Just don’t like having us out there on the Internet like that.”

Marshall was sure there was more to the story than that. “We advertise on the Internet, that’s how we get a lot of our business. What else is there?”

Lee hesitated. “I just don’t want our past catching up with us, that’s all.”

Suddenly Marshall understood, his stomach knotting. “Oh hell no,” he whispered.

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There was no love lost between me and Roger Duffman. In college we had loathed each other, running in the same circles but rubbing each other the wrong way. We belonged to rival frats, and while I was a co-captain of our soccer team, he had been a star of the rugby union and played club hockey. Unfortunately he remained a fixture on the periphery of my post-collegiate group of friends, several of whom played in a recreational rugby league with him. More recently, about a year ago, he had begun dating my ex-girlfriend Kara. This was immediately after we broke up, and it was pretty obvious he had been hitting it when I was still with her, too. They were through now, though, from what I heard.

Frankly I couldn’t grasp what Kara ever saw in him. Maybe after going out with a good looking guy like me, the slut needed a caveman to make her feel pretty. “Duff” was very much a neanderthal – big furrowed brow and perpetual scowl on his face, a barrel chest, a big beer belly but muscled arms and a thick coating of body hair that made little distinction between chest, shoulders, and back. Even in college his hairline had been aggressively receding and now he was bald, with just a closely buzzed pate of dark hair. Kara must have been reeling from me and needed to fuck some big ugly guy to nurse her ego.

At 26 I was still in a love-’em-and-leave-’em mindset that being a good-looking guy permitted me. I know it sounds arrogant but I’m hot, a handsome face and great body. I was hot enough that I can get pretty much any girl I want. But the idea that she might have been cheating on me with that baboon still made me feel sick.

So I was not excited when I saw him swagger into my gym, winking at me in the mirror as he pressed an amount of weight over his head an order of magnitude heavier than I could ever lift. I was even less pleased when he followed me into the gym’s gang showers. Sidled right up next to me even though there were plenty of available shower heads.

“Hey Dougie, long time no see. How’s it hanging?” He turned his big naked body toward me as he looked me in the eye. I looked down and saw that his wide, hairy feet were planted about two feet away from me. Duff was flagrantly violating multiple provisions of Guy Code.

“Sup.” I said dismissively, turning from him. He leaned over, looking down at my groin, and whistled.

“Not hanging much at all, by the looks of it. Just sort of… poking out.” He said, his eyes locked on my junk as he gestured with his pinky finger illustratively. His brazen innuendo was shocking, and I felt a warm rush of humiliation wash over me. Another Guy Code violation, talking about another guy’s junk. Yet it was true. After exercise, my dick always shrinks up, retracts. I just had a little peanut at the moment, a little pecker. Compared to the big thing he had hanging, which I had caught glances of out of the corner of my eye, I was outmanned. I felt my face and chest bloom red in embarrassment.

“Fuck off, faggot.” I spit out, not able to look at him. He chuckled at me.

“Bro get my back for me.” He asked, presenting his broad, hairy back and equally furry ass to me, laughing with his back to me. I ignored him but stole a glance at his body. He had a tattoo that wrapped around his right love handle and stretched along the side to his stomach, one of those big blocks of writing, then some tribal crap on his left shoulder and bicep, as well as third of a snake that coiled around his thigh.

“Oh, come on, just because I fucked your girl doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” He turned to me again, a fiendish smile on his face.

“Well I was done with the slut. I feel sorry for her, going from me to an ugly fuck like you. How’d my dick taste?” I shot off, summoning all the false bravado I could muster. He chortled, and took a step towards me.

“Dougie, look between my legs then look between yours. Kara made a BIG step up.” He shook his hog at me, a cocky shit-eating grin on his face.

I gasped a bit, both at the size of the endowment and his boldness in showing it off to me. Duff was well hung, no doubt about it- I don’t think I’d ever seen one that big. Completely flaccid it hung mid-thigh, and it slapped noisily against his wet skin as he played with it shamelessly.

I felt paralyzed. On the team, guys had talked about sex and dicks in the showers and locker room. There had even been some teasing of the littler ones like mine, but never so openly had a man bragged about his cock size while belittling mine. And Duff wasn’t my teammate, far from it. He was my enemy.

“You know what kastamonu escort else, little man? Kara told me how much you liked taking her strap on right up your ass.” He gestured lewdly with two big fingers, pointing them upwards while twisting his wrist.

My stomach dropped and my face went red with . I can’t believe she had told an asshole like Roger Duffman details about our experiments in the bedroom.

“Oh yeah. She said you’d moan like a bitch and your little dick would leak just like a pussy.” He laughed. I just grumbled to myself.

“I don’t judge man. Nothing wrong with being a homo.” He spoke with mock sincerity. Then he slapped my shoulder to get my attention, making me look at him.

“You try the real thing yet, Dougie?” He was wagging his hardening cock at me. I looked at the over-sized cudgel of red flesh slapping around his belly and thighs, for far too long I gaped at it before finally finding my words.

“Go fuck yourself.” I spat out.

“Fuck myself? No, see I think you’d rather I bend you over and fuck you right up that little ass of yours. Kara said you told her you always wanted to try it.” He winked and shook his hard-on at me again. It was huge! Again I felt the gnawing urge to stare at it openly, to admire it.

I forced myself to turn away, focusing on finishing my shower as quickly as possible.

“Come on Dougie, I know you’re curious. You’d have to be curious to take a big fucking dildo up your asshole. I know you want to try the real thing. And look at it, Dougie. Look how big I am. This is as real as it gets.” I stole one last peak at hig big hard hog that he openly pumped and wanked it in his thick hairy hand. Duffman’s cruel laughter filled the shower room, rich with triumph that I couldn’t help but steal another glimpse at his manhood.

“You’re one sick faggot.” I grumbled, then slammed my fist against the faucet to turn off the shower, turning my back from him and exiting in a hurry.

–

I tried to put the encounter out of my head, but later that afternoon I got a text from an unknown number. It was a photo message.

The photo was taken in a bathroom mirror speckled with flecks of toothpaste and grime. It showed a rhino wide torso, soft belly coated in dark hair, leading down to a big hairy unkempt bush, and a truly huge hard, red cock. I recognized the tattooed paragraph of text on his right flank, half of some famous quote. At the bottom of the photo two stocky thighs spread, and a pair of big balls, held tightly in a furry crimson sack that was pulled up against the bottom of the massive boner. A green and black tattoo of a snake coiled around the bottom of the sender’s right thigh. But the cock was of course the focal point of the photo, standing up rigidly at an angle, grazing well past the man’s belly button.

The cock. It looked beer can thick, the tightly stretched scarlet skin wreathed in swirling purple and blue veins. It was crowned by a big head. Bellend. That’s what Brits called the glans. It looked like a bell, big, wide, and heavy.

I blushed. My face was warm and my vision blurred. It felt so strange to receive a dick pic. I felt violated. Sickened almost. It felt like an insult to my own manhood, to have this appearing on my phone without any warning. Is this how chicks feel when guys send them unsolicited dick pics? I could see that the sender was typing a message.

“You seemed to like what you saw in the showers. Figured I’d give you something to drool over.”

I began to compose a response in my head, restarting several times, when I got a second message.

“Jerk off material while you ride your dildos lol” Followed by three eggplant emojis.

“I know you like it buttboy.” Another text teased.

Another photo inserted itself into the message thread. This one was taken at an angle, held up by his chubby finger. It showed off how thick and long his rod was. It looked even more impressive in this shot, like he was holding up a thick dagger from his groin, or a police baton.

“For comparison.” The third photo was from top down, so I could see Duff’s hairy feet. He needed to clip his toe nails. In his hand he held a bottle, pressed just below his fuzzy belly. But his rampant hard was much longer than the Heineken, and almost as thick as the bottle’s wide body . My heart was pounding in my chest. Duff was massive. Another message was being drafted.

“It’s big right?” His text insisted.

I decided not to respond to him, not engage. Why would he send these to me?

“Certainly bigger than this little thing.” Another text followed by a laughing emoji.

My stomach dropped. It was a photo of me from at least a year ago. I was sitting on Kara’s bed, my head thrown back drinking a beer, my eyes slightly red from a long night of partying but fully recognizable. I was completely naked. From between my legs my hard penis emerged, topped by a trimmed, light-colored bush. It was kayseri escort a bad angle and I was in a bad position for a dick pic, with my legs closer to the frame and my hips sunk back. My hand holding the bottle which clearly dwarfed my boner.

My cock looked small, no two ways about it. Small and thin too, but unmistakably hard. A little pink and red pencil.

It was the worst possible representation of my manhood. Kara must have shared it with Duff. That bitch. I thought to myself.

“Don’t worry I think it’s cute. No wonder you’re such a pussy with a little pecker like that.” Another emoji, laughing to the point of tears.

“And no wonder you’re so curious about my big man cock.” This time he had the “thinking” emoji.

“See you soon, Dougie.” He signed off with a kissy face.

–

That night I went out to my usual bar. I had just ordered another beer when I received a text that the friends I was meeting were gathering instead at a place a few blocks away. I decided to down this last one then head out.

As the bartender handed me my pint, a large, solid body sidled up next to me, pushing me back into the bar. It splashed on my wrist. My unseen aggressor slapped me on the back like we were friends, jostling me and causing me to spill more of my beer.

“Hey Dougie, on the prowl for some cock?” A deep voice asked in too loud a voice. The heavily tattooed bartender raised his eyes at me and I just meekly asked him to settle up my tab. He nodded with a smirk.

“Go annoy someone else.” I said, avoiding eye contact as I felt Duff beside me, his strong breath in my ear.

“Yeah, I bet you’d get on your knees and suck me off in the alley if I let you.” He mused, his voice rich with amusement.

“Hey speaking of cocks, how’s your little toy doing?” Duff turned his body towards me, eying my crotch and elbowing at my side.

I ignored him, waiting for the bartender to close out my card. He leaned his body over the bar, forcing me to see him, to give him my attention.

“What’s it like, having such a little dick?” He asked with genuine curiosity. The bartender looked up from the machine and openly laughed this time, shaking his head.

“Must fucking suck. It’s fucking small, bro. Kara showed me other pictures. Videos too. I’ve seen it all bro.” The ox patted my shoulder in mock consolation.

He leaned in close, lips brushing my ear, whispering wetly.

“It’s like a little boy’s, bro. Like a little boy’s penis. You don’t even look like a fully grown man, bro.” I shoved him away from me but he fell back into me instantly, bumping his crotch into me. I could feel it, the sizable contents of his jeans and underwear pressing against my hip, his bounty pushing into me. I couldn’t get the big man away from me without making a scene. His breath reeked of booze as he continued his half-hushed tirade into my face.

“Of course she couldn’t feel a thing, whenever you put your little pecker inside her. She told me. Always had to fake it. Sucks for you, bro.” His lips smacked against my ear lobe as he taunted me.

“Hey, seriously, was she your first? Your first lay? She said you fucked like a virgin. Like real inexperienced, unconfident. She said it felt like being with a teenager. Like you didn’t know what you were doing at all.” He asked, a tone of mock concern in his voice, then humping his hips forward jerkily to imitate me, belittling my sexual prowess.

Once I closed my tab I stomped off, but Duff quickly found me, corralling me into a dark corner of the room. His big body closed me up against the wall and he stuck a glass in my hand.

“Here. I owe you a shot at least.” I hesitated.

“Come on, just because you’ve got a baby idck doesn’t mean you gotta be a pussy, drink.” He insisted. I looked him straight in the eye and downed the shot.

“Thanks. Now leave me alone.” I tried to push past him but his body was immovable. He drank his own shot and then clasped his hands against my sides, locking me in.

“Come on, Dougie. I just want to be friends.” His voice had a teasing sweetness. His hands remained in place, holding me. This all felt so strange. I hadn’t ever been treated like this, by anyone. The big man was mocking me, clearly, but also it felt like he was flirting with me. Bullying while coming on to me. It made me feel kind of sick, and angry too.

“Wil you just fuck off, you psycho?” I struggled to escape his grasp.

“How about I tell everyone that you were Kara’s bend-over boyfriend? Or better yet, show ’em?” My tough expression dropped from my face as I looked at him dumb-founded.

He put his big heavy arm over my shoulder, pulling me against him, and played a video off his phone. It was of me. Like the photo I was on Kara’s bed. But now I was on my back, legs spread wide open. My naked body shook with each thrust, half hard penis jiggling as a bright purple phallus penetrated me. I was covered in sweat and kıbrıs escort my face was twisted up with stimulation, lips quivering, eyes wrenched shut. From behind the camera you could hear Kara asking me if it was good. And the sound of my gratified moans of delight made my face go even redder in embarrassment.

“Looks like you sure liked Kara’s plastic prick. But I know your little pussy’s hungry for the real thing.” He smirked at me and shook his crotch suggestively. His right hand, still clasping my shoulder, had been rubbing it, massaging it. This big crazy brute really was trying to seduce me.

“My place is right around the corner. We’ll have some drinks, smoke a little pot. Get you nice and loose and then I’ll have you on your back with your legs spread in no time. I’ll go slow, be gentle. I’ll make it real nice, baby.” He cooed into my ear. His big warm body was pressed up against mine, his left hand rubbing my stomach over my shirt. Roger Duffman was feeling me up.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, homo.” I spat out angrily, shaking him off of me. He just laughed, and I continued, raising my voice.

“Get it through your head. You’re a fat, ugly loser. Kara’s probably the hottest chick you’ve ever been with, and she just used you as a rebound after I dumped her. I don’t know why you’re obsessed with me but you need help. No one cares if you have a big dick. Any chick would be embarrassed to be seen with you. You’re a sad, fat, ugly loser.” At the end of my rant I realized my heart was beating so hard in my chest I could feel it. He stared at me coldly for a moment, and then that dangerous smile returned to his face.

“Fair enough. Then be a fucking man and fight me.” He challenged me in an unnervingly cheery tone. I looked at him in confusion, then past his shoulders, seeing if I could make my escape. I really didn’t want to be close to this guy anymore.

“See Dougie, I know people. And I know that you, my friend, either need a dicking down or a beatdown. It’s your choice, boy. But either way I’m the MAN who’s gonna do it to you.” He smiled at me as he jabbed his finger into my chest, pushing me back against the wall.

“You’re out of your mind.” I looked around the bar nervously. Earlier I had been relieved that my friends hadn’t made it to the bar, hadn’t overheard Duff ragging me about my dick size. But I could have used them now. They were bigger than me, as big as Duff. He stepped closer, scowling at me, and as I felt the brick wall against my back I suddenly felt much smaller than I was used to feeling.

“It’s simple. We fight. No holds barred. First one to cry uncle or get knocked out admits he’s bitch. If you beat me, I promise I’ll leave you alone. I’ll delete the video and pics.” He crossed his thick, hairy arms over his barrel chest, smirking at me, his legs planted wide in a power pose.

“Puss out and everyone sees Dougie the Back Door Boyfriend. And I mean everyone. Friends, alumnus. Your old coaches. Social media. I’ll send this shit to your Daddy, bro. I don’t give a fuck.” He threatened with a wicked half-smile on his face, and I felt a rush of adrenaline. Fight or flight.

I looked at him. He was bigger than me overall, but he was fat, out of shape. I took in the extra weight around his sides, his belly. He had let himself go since college, that was for sure. I had more muscle definition and could outlast him for sure, tire him out. One or two punches to his fat gut would bring him to his knees. I had taken down guys bigger than him before. I could teach him to try to fuck with me.

“Fine. But by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be even uglier, Duffman.” He chuckled at my bluster. I downed my beer, fourth of the night, and with liquid courage I stepped out of the bar. Duff led me into the alley beside it. Further down in the alley past were a couple of younger guys smoking. Duff widened his stance and crossed his arms, grinning at me smugly.

“Now I’m feeling generous. I’ll let you take the first shot, boy.” He punctuated the last word loudly. When I hesitated he chuckled, and I heard him snort loudly before he spat a wad of thick phlegm at my face. The bastard had hocked a loogie right into my eye. It was wet and warm, oozing down around my nose. I heard shocked laughter from the guys smoking a cigarette.

Partially blinded, I took a swing at him. My fist collided with the side of his rocky, pockmarked face. He was surprised, pushed back a bit, but I saw him smirk as he stomped towards me. I tried to dodge and land another punch but he caught my wrist in his big right hand, twisting it painfully. The bastard grabbed me by my hair, clutching the back of my head. His thick wad of snot still ran down my face, his slime reaching my neck and collar.

“That was a pretty respectable punch, for a limp-writsted faggot.” I heard the rush of air and felt his big, hard open palm smack down across my cheek. He slapped me so hard that I was seeing stars and stumbling a bit. He then shook his finger in my face like a father chiding his son.

“But here’s what’s going to happen, Dougie. I’m going to kick your fucking ass, and I’m not even going to punch you. No.” Another forceful smack across my face wrenched my neck and almost knocked me to the ground. More astonished laughter from the smokers. Duff seized the collar of my shirt to keep me upright.

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I finally graduated from Cee Nova College with my nursing degree, and Dr. Cramer threw me a party at his farm. Tasha was there, of course, and Alexa and Ches, as well as Barry and Elaine and Tom and Orla, the owners of an adjacent farm. It was a nice little scat orgy with everyone trying to make me feel special. It was as if my wishes were their commands, and though I tried to be a good girl and not take too much advantage of that, everyone seemed happy with all my outrageous requests, the filthier and nastier the better. So, for example, when I had Elaine shit on my tits and then lick them while Philip sucked my toes after smearing them with poop, I guess I was just allowing them to do what they wanted to all along.

My favorite episode occurred near the end when everyone was covered in shit and spiraling out into a region of total bliss. Tom and Barry had just finished fucking me in my ass at the same time, Tom remaining inside of me from underneath after they both came, and Ches somehow, where it came from I don’t know, shit on my chest right between my tits, a six-inch log. Seeing this, Alexa crawled on top of me so she could suck my tits and that log, eventually putting each end of it in our mouths to share. Philip got behind her and fucked her ass while she and I devoured that lovely bittersweet log, chewing it up and swallowing it down, both of us in a state of out-of-control euphoria. Ches knelt in front of us and jerked off on our faces with our last swallow. The whole scene was astonishing, and it was probably a good thing it came near the end because nobody knew what could possibly follow it.

Between scat rounds, while we socialized and imbibed some of Alexa’s out-of-this-world Sex on the Beach cocktails, Tom and Orla got to talking to me about one of their spare-time activities: they worked for an underground entertainment company as scat slaves, hired to attend private parties and satisfy the scat whims of the guests. The company was always looking for new “talent,” and they, Tom and Orla, wanted me to sign on and participate with them.

“You’re a natural, Rita,” Tom told me. “It’s like rolling off a log for you, and you’d love it.”

“Can’t they get pretty violent,” I asked, “with lots of bondage and hardcore sadistic stuff? That’s definitely not for me.”

“It’s not our thing, either,” replied Orla. “There might be some hand-tying and blindfolding sometimes, but that’s about it. They’re looking for human toilets, want to feel the rush of humiliating you, the thrill of dominating with scat as the object, not by causing pain. Or we wouldn’t be a part of it.”

“I’m convinced many are there wishing they could switch places with us,” added Tom, “but just don’t have the mindset for it. We’re a vicarious experience for them.”

“But some,” said Orla, “are really into it, too, just like we are. All the parties feature an open-ended finale where guests are invited to join in with us in a scat free-for-all, like an orgy. It’s usually a nice handful who choose to participate, and that’s the highlight of the evening for us.”

Tom laughed. “I mean who likes a scat orgy more than you, Rita? Just look at you all covered in shit and cum! And you’d be getting paid, besides.”

It did sound like something right up my alley, something I would love doing, and it would be nice making some extra money. “Okay,” I said. “What do I have to do first?”

“That’s great, Rita!” exclaimed Orla. “The three of us will have so much fun!”

“I’ll speak to Vincent, the man in charge,” Tom said. “You don’t have any videos or even stills of you in action, do you?”

I thought about that for a minute, some old fears beginning to cross my mind. Some of the orgies at the farm, including the one that was currently in progress, had been videoed by Ches, who fancied himself an above-average amateur video/photo enthusiast, for private purposes only. I also had two explicit pictures of me alone, also taken by Ches, hidden deep on my phone that showed me naked, completely covered head-to-toe in shit, and having a grand old time. Other than staring at them a few times when I was bored, twice I showed them to other potential scatting partners when discussing how into the fetish I was and how far I would go. In both pictures my face is obscured by artfully arranged mounds of shit, and I felt my privacy was not at risk. But Tom wanted to hand things over to a stranger.

“I don’t know, Tom,” I answered, concerned. “I’ve got my nursing career to think about.”

“I know, Rita,” he retorted, “Orla and I have to be careful, too. I would just want to show him a few things of you, like an audition tape, not actually give him anything to keep. Most of the people he works with have nothing to hide, in fact look forward to the publicity, but he’ll understand that’s not the case with you.”

Philip said, “I think just using the material from today should give you some pretty awesome grist for the mill.”

“I can prepare a nice vid for you, if you want,” Ches put in.

“Maybe I should help kastamonu escort with that,” I said.

Ches laughed. “Afraid I won’t pick filthy enough content, huh? Okay, we’ll work on it together.”

Editing took longer than I expected (no, we didn’t stop to scat in the middle of things, though we did think about it), but we finally had about 15 minutes worth of pretty hot scat action with me front and center. In terms of impressing Vincent, I wanted to make sure I showed how extreme I was willing and able to get, and whatever anyone did to me was okay. Therefore, I included the part where I was already completely coated in a thick layer of shit, including my hair, and I was lying on my side, one leg in the air, thrusting a dildo up my cunt while Orla shoved another one up my ass, and I was sucking on Ches’s cock all covered in shit as Elaine pissed on me. Another one I included was when Barry and Philip were holding my arms down and Tasha and Alexa were grasping a large turd in each hand forcing them in my mouth to suck on, sometimes putting both in at the same time and then ramming them in my cunt after which Ches fucked me. And, of course, the finale I mentioned earlier went in as described, a no-brainer.

Tom made an appointment to see Vincent with my video and I tagged along. The company was in an office building on the outskirts of Sark City, an hour east of here, a building I had driven past a hundred times and had no clue what was in it. There was a normal size office and two adjacent much larger rooms used for filming and other things.

I pictured Vincent to be some sleazy guy in a cheap suit covered in dandruff, a mouth full of bad teeth, but he was nothing like that at all. He was in his mid-thirties, casually dressed, had a handsome enough face and a slight paunch, but pleasant and sincere in manner. He offered me a seat and said he’d view my video right away. Tom stood next to him as he watched, and it wasn’t long before “Ow, wows” were being expressed by Vincent; once he exclaimed, “Oh, my God, that’s fucking amazing!” and I figured, based on how much time had elapsed, he was watching where Ches and Barry were crouched on either side of my face shitting in my mouth and Alexa was shitting on my tits, all at the same time. The fact that all three were shitting on me simultaneously was a bit of fortunate good luck, every scat orgy reveler’s favorite dream-come-true. Mother Nature isn’t usually that cooperative.

The video ended and Vincent said he was delighted with what he saw. “I know you want to take this back with you,” he said, “but I would love to do things with it to hide your face and put it on a porn site; people would go crazy over it.” I told him I would have to think about it.

Just then a woman walked in from one of the larger rooms I mentioned, recognized Tom, and gave him a friendly kiss and hug. She asked about Orla, and they chatted for a few seconds.

“Francene,” Vincent called to her, “come and take a look at this.” Then nodding toward me, he continued, “This is Rita; she’s the one on here. Look.” Vincent started the video again, probably happy Francene was giving him an excuse to watch it a second time. Francene, an athletic looking blonde with a shapely figure, maybe around 25 years of age, gazed at it intently, smiling as she did, sometimes more broadly than others, and when it was over, looked at me and said, “Quite the scat lover, I see.” She reached for a company business card on the desk and on the back of it wrote her name and phone number.

“Here,” she said, handing me the card. “I’m Francene. Call me, okay? I would love to get together with you. I think we might have a lot in common.” Then she turned to Vincent and said, “You signed her, of course. Please tell me you signed her.” He assured her he was about to, if I agreed. We discussed several things and then I asked, grinning, “Where do I sign?”

That being taken care of, Francene asked me to come with her, she wanted to show me something. We went into an adjacent room. In the middle of it, on a gymnast’s mat, knelt a man and a woman, both naked; they were in their mid-twenties and smeared with shit, mainly around their mouths and faces, though quite a bit had dripped down their bodies. Standing in front of them were another man and woman, the man naked, the woman wearing a green camisole tank top and nothing else. They, too, were smeared with shit, though not nearly as much, mostly around their asses and genitals.

“Travis and June are the two people kneeling,” Francene said to me. “They’re being instructed by Wayne and Zoey on how to act as slaves at the scat parties they’ll soon be attending.” Wayne got a wooden chair and placed it in front of June while Zoey tied her hands behind her back. Then he got up on the chair and turned around, placing his ass over her mouth. He bent slightly so she could lick his asshole (“Deeper,” he kept telling her. “You need to put your tongue in deeper, June.”) and then he began to shit in her mouth.

“Hold kayseri escort your position, June,” Zoey ordered. “Don’t flinch away from his ass; keep your mouth open and steady, even after it’s full. That’s it.” Wayne’s shit began to overflow her mouth, and Zoey reminded her to move her head forward so the shit would pile up on her face rather than fall to the floor.

“She’s good,” I said to Francene, “a little tentative, but getting some experience should fix that.”

Wayne stopped shitting and June remained where she was, her face piled with poop looking at the ceiling. “Good girl, June,” Zoey commended her. “Stay like that until you see if Wayne is going to rub his ass all over your face or is content the way you are.”

Wayne turned around but remained standing on the chair and said a few words to June as a party guest might, giving her practice holding her face steady. Then he turned again and asking Zoey to hold his hands, plopped his ass onto June’s face, mushing his shit all over it. “Way to go, June,” Zoey praised her, “hold firm, even push your face up into his ass, show him you love his shit all over your face.”

Although her hands were tied behind her back, June was able to dig her fingers of one hand into her ass, massaging her asshole, penetrating it as she buried her face in Wayne’s ass. Zoey gently kicked her hand away. “Sorry, June, you can’t do that, you’re going to have to fight the urge to finger yourself, whether it’s your pussy or ass. You’re just a slave and the pleasure is all his.” She moved her hands up to her lower back, all the while washing her face in the shit that filled his ass crack. It was obvious she was totally into what she was doing, loved all of it.

I could feel Francene eying me and I looked at her. She smiled devilishly and said, “Want to get dirty, Rita? If that video is any indication, we could have a lot of fun while giving a lesson to these two beginners.”

I grinned back at her. Maybe it was the positive vibes I had been feeling since Tom and I walked in the door, the pleasant yet professional way Vincent had dealt with me. Maybe it was that Francene was such a beauty with her blonde hair and lovely figure, combined with an open and self-assured attitude toward scat. But whatever it was, I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, the desire to take her up on her suggestion becoming irresistible. “You think you could keep up with me?” I asked blithely.

She reacted like I had just heaped the biggest insult I could think of on her. “Pul-eeze, girl! You don’t know who you’re talking to here!”

We both started removing our clothes, mostly laughing and taunting each other. Everything about Francene was a turn-on for me: her sexy looks, including a gorgeous ass, and her confidence and no-holes-barred demeanor. No wonder I could feel the juices in my cunt begin to flow.

Suddenly she called to Wayne, “Wayne, get two containers of shit from the fridge and warm them up as usual.”

“Just two?” I complained facetiously, my own cockiness kicking in.

She gazed at me and lowered her eyebrows in a scowl. “Make that four containers, Wayne,” she barked.”

“Jeez,” Wayne mumbled, “Are you sure, Fran? That’s an awful lot…”

She cut him off. “Damn you, Wayne. Do what you’re told. Fuck it, make it five!”

We were on the floor in a flash. But despite the in-your-face bravura we had exhibited just a few minutes earlier, we weren’t two female warriors trying to prove who was the more superior scat goddess. It was as if we had known each other forever, knew exactly what the other craved and did everything we could to satisfy each other, a give all/take all scat love-making session. Our hands were everywhere on each other, our lips and tongues kissing and licking each other wherever they landed, our bodies rubbing against each other tenderly and fiercely. My fingers plowed deeply up her cunt massaging her, her juices flooding my hand, as my tongue danced across her labia and performed pirouettes on her clit. Hers fingers invaded my ass as she sucked my tits. I yelled for her to put her tongue where her fingers were and eat my ass, open my asshole wide and stick her mouth up there so I could feed her my shit. I got on my knees and I could feel her tongue plowing up and down my ass crack before digging in my hole. I pushed and could feel my poop sliding out of me and into her mouth, and then her face spreading the excess all over my ass.

When I was finished defecating, I reached for her and pulled her down on me and forced her face onto mine, the shit falling out of her mouth into mine. We kissed wildly passing it back and forth, rubbing it on each other’s face, and then on our tits. She rubbed her pussy with a huge handful and scooted up to my face, burying my mouth with her filthy cunt. My tongue licked all around her cunt lips, and then up inside of her, devouring my slimy yet earthy waste. Francene must have suddenly felt the urge to go because she quickly straddled kıbrıs escort me and arched her back slightly so as to shit on my tits, a dark-brown, wonderfully smelly semi-squishy pile, which she then sat in, spreading it all over my tits with her ass. When her ass was all covered I pulled her back onto my face and buried my face in her crack, my tongue in her shithole.

Francene was incredible, as intense and uninhibited as I was, totally without limits to her passions, and I felt as if I was about to lose control. She thrashed her ass onto my face, imploring me to ream her asshole out with my tongue. I begged her to give me what I desperately wanted, to bury my face in her shit.

Just then I heard the door to the room open and someone call my name. It was Tom wondering what had happened to me. “Here you two are,” he said, “I should have known this is how I would find you. Fuck me to hell, let me in on this!” He had already kicked his shoes off and had his shirt nearly unbuttoned.

“Yes, fuck yes!” Francene shouted. “Get your ass over her face; I think I’m all pooped out and she wants more. Where the fuck is Wayne with those containers!”

“Rita, lovely Rita,” he said to me happily, naked now, his seven-inch cock at a right angle to his body.

My head was spinning, my pussy vibrating, my mouth watering for what Francene had no more to give. “Put your asshole on my mouth,” I beseeched him, “I need to taste you right now.” He squatted over my face holding his cock in one hand, and I spread his cheeks and zeroed in on his rosebud, forcing my tongue through it into his rubbery hole.

“That’s it, love,” he coaxed me, “tongue-fuck my asshole. Ram that mighty tongue deep up my butthole until you can taste what I’m going to give you next.” I licked harder and deeper, my brain exploding, frustrated I couldn’t put my whole face up his ass. Hurry up, Tom, I pleaded with him inside my brain, fill up my mouth with your delectable turds.

“You know what, Rita?” I suddenly heard him say. “Your face is so shit-covered now, it looks as if a giant brown snowdrift has piled up on it…”

What the fuck? What was he babbling about, brown snowdrifts! Jesus, Tom, just be a good little fucker and shit on my face already!

Then I heard him talking again. “But your pussy, Rita, your pussy is like a bare spot the snow hasn’t clung to, barren and wind-blown, empty and abandoned. That’s where I’ll shit, that’s where I’ll deposit my hot load of creamy shit, where I’ll get you all filthy and then fuck you.” He stood up and my tongue popped out of his asshole like a cork from a bottle.

Francene rearranged herself at my tits again, sucking them briefly, ready to spread Tom’s shit all over my pussy and belly once he defecated. Chuckling, she observed, “I didn’t know he had a poetic streak.”

“Me neither,” I joked, “the Robert Frost of shitters. I hope his shit is as potent as his imagery. It was kind of sexy.” Frankly, I didn’t care where he pooped, on my pussy, head, mouth, feet even, as long as it was lots and lots.

Francene moved slightly across me so her back was exposed to me, which I stroked over and over, coating it with shit. Tom remained standing over my pussy, only barely crouching until finally I felt something plop on my pussy and then another plop, and then Francene’s hands moving something warm and mushy around on my lower belly, my thighs, and all over my pussy and between my legs. Tom spread a handful of shit on his cock and crawled over to me so I could suck him while Francene finished slathering me up. I took his cock hungrily, sucking him in, licking it all over. He was delicious.

He crawled back to my pussy and told Francene to turn around and lie on top of me, her pussy on mine. He said he’d fuck me up my ass and then fuck her cunt, back and forth. He made sure we were both covered in shit down there and thrust his cock up my ass fucking it hard, and them put it up her cunt. He fucked each of us until we were moaning in ecstasy and about to come, and then he’d switch. It was torture, but of the most exquisite kind. Finally, I guess he couldn’t hold back any longer and shot his load up my ass; Francene rolled off me and had me move in front of her so she could eat the creampie out of my ass. I told her she was a lucky girl because along with Tom’s cum I could feel a tiny bit more shit coming out, too. She gobbled up both cum and shit in a single mouthful.

It was then that Wayne showed up with the containers.

“Better late than never,” Francene chortled, and grabbing one, dumped the shit it held all on top of her. Then I did the same thing with another container, and so did Tom. She told Travis and June to use the last two containers to get themselves completely filthy after untying June’s hands, and to practice filling their mouths with it and passing it back and forth without gagging. Wayne and Zoey should help them.

Then the three of us went a little bit crazy. Each container held about double the amount of shit any of us could produce naturally at a time, so we were literally swimming in it. We took turns massaging each other head to toe until we were totally covered in near-black ooze. Tom ate our asses and we ate his, then he sucked our cunts until we came and we sucked his cock until he did, this time in Francene’s mouth, which she then shared with me.

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Honey, I know we decided we would not celebrate our anniversaries but we have been together five years now and I think I should give you something special this evening.” This was the text that changed everything. Josh was sitting in his office when the text came in and felt an erection instantly spring up in his khaki slacks. His erection stretched out his sport briefs that his girlfriend had been slowly replacing his boxer shorts with. While the pressure was slightly uncomfortable, the sliding sensation against the spandex and lyrica intensified the pleasure of the erection. Luckily it was Friday and Josh was wearing his baggier slacks and untucked button up shirt so his hard-on was not evident to anyone but himself. Josh reflected on what his girlfriend could possibly have planned for the evening and sent back another text. “Oh what is it?” But he received no response. It was only noon and he would not be able to leave for home until around three o’clock at the earliest and probably closer to four. Then he still had an hour drive before he could get home to see Alexis.

As the day wore on Josh fantasized about what he would be in store for this evening. Maybe she would wear that sexy black corset they bought last time they were in Vegas. She had bought the corset and tight black leggings to go with her red heels. The looks she got while walking around the strip were almost carnivorous.

Alexis stands 5’7″ without the heels. She has long dirty blond hair and a figure that kills. She fills out her leggings with a perfectly round ass and amazingly thick thighs. The corset points her 36DDD tits to the sky and gives her a 28″ waist. The perfect figure for the perfect girl. And the sex they had on the trip was amazing. The first night Alexis insisted they leave the curtains open and the lights on in their hotel room. Waking up around 10am the next morning Josh noticed Alexis was missing from the hotel room. She came back around noon with a little purple bag and a smile on her face. “For later,” she said.

Alexis and Josh spent the rest of the day drinking and playing craps at various casinos. By about 9pm both Alexis and Josh were completely wasted. Josh Had to take a break and go to the bathroom. When he made it back to the craps table Alexis was still playing and had a tall cleanly dressed man pressed behind Alexis talking in her ear. She started to giggle when she saw Josh and pointed over to him. Josh came close and Alexis introduced him as Dean. Josh then noticed he had to take his hand off of her waist and reach across her front to shake Josh’s hand. His forearm pressed against Alexis’s breasts and anyone could see her press into him. That night she was wearing her thinnest sheer shirt with the dark black bra. Her nipples hardened and poked out against his arm. He asked her if she thought it was cold in here and she giggled again.

She informed Dean that they were currently in the hotel we had a room in and asked if he would like to see the corset she had bought for the trip. Josh’s mouth hung open at this. She suggested both Josh and Dean wait down stairs while she went and put it on. Both Josh and Dean protested that she shouldn’t go but she did anyway. The craps table was markedly quieter while she was gone and both Josh and Dean stood in awkward silence.

When Alexis returned she had touched up her makeup, and squeezed back into the corset and leggings from the day before. All three of them flirted for the rest of the night until Josh drug Alexis back upstairs. Dean followed them to the elevator and just before Josh and Alexis got in she reached her hand out and grabbed Dean’s cock through his pants, pulled him close and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Josh was astonished when Dean wrapped one arm around Alexis’s waist and slipped the other between her thighs. Josh’s first thought was “Oh thank god she wasn’t wearing a skirt.”

Alexis broke off the kiss, pushed him away and hopped into the elevator. Josh hit the door close button and off they went. Josh started to yell at Alexis, “What the hell were you ardahan escort thinking?” She just pushed him up against the wall and started to make out with him. They both drunkenly stumbled back to the hotel room and fell into the bed. Josh momentarily forgot all about the insane move Alexis had made with Dean and started to strip her while she pulled off Josh’s shirt. When Josh started to undo the corset she told him “No, that will stay on tonight.”

They both were naked from the pants down and Josh laid Alexis on her back and started to spread her legs apart so he could enter her and she stopped him. Laughing she said “Sorry honey not like this. You need that present I bought today.” She rolled over, got off the bed and picked up the purple bag she had gotten earlier that morning. She reached inside and pulled out a 10″ long penis, 5″ in girth, dark purple penis extension. “Tonight you get to fuck me like a real man, and me a dirty whore.” Once again Josh was taken aback.

“What do you mean a real man!”

“Josh come on, you know that you are definitely not on the large size and maybe even more on the small side. This is Vegas, don’t worry no one will ever know and plus you get to have some amazing sex right now, don’t I deserve the same?”

“Alright I will try it but come on that’s not right.” Alexis smiled and said, “You know I could feel Dean and he was about twice as big as you and while that was through his pants he was much much wider. I bet I could go find him and he wouldn’t have a problem putting this on and fucking me. I bet he wouldn’t need the extension though.”

So Josh put it on and Alexis climbed on top. She oiled the massive dong up with lube and slid it inside her hot wet pussy. With the lights still on and with curtains open anyone in another tower could see in and see her on top riding this giant cock. She began to scream “Oh my god this is so amazing. It is so much better than how you normally feel. You actually fill me up for the first time. God I love you and this giant cock.” They went like that a few times that night until she was spent and Josh came inside the dildo.

She pulled to cock out of her and they took it off of Josh. The cavity that had held Josh’s meager dick was full of cum from his own cock. Alexis kneeled on both of Josh’s arms and sat on his chest, pinning him down. She told Josh to open his mouth. He asked why. She repeated herself until he started to fight. She pushed her cunt onto his face and held him there. Had he not just spent his load and been completely drunk Alexis would have never had a chance but this was her one opportunity. She yelled again with her pussy on Josh’s face for him to open his mouth. When he did he felt her wetness run into his mouth. She was sweet from all of the flavored lubricant and salty from her own fluids. “If you want me to get off your face you have to keep your mouth open. That is after you lick me till I come again.” Josh licked until she came and it didn’t take long. She got off and Josh kept his mouth open. She poured the contents of the dildo into his mouth and then kissed him till he swallowed. They both then fell over and went to sleep.

That memory had kept Josh going for 2 years. Every time he masturbated in the shower or had a wet dream it was of that trip and that corset. But true to her word they had not spoken about the dirtier aspects of that trip since then. Josh always hoped one day they would get the chance to relive some of those experiences.

Josh frustrated himself with thoughts all day and the entire drive home. When he finally made it through the door at 7pm Alexis was there dressed in a red crushed velvet robe. The living room had been completely cleared out and the dinner table was set. Across the back of Josh’s chair was another crushed velvet robe.

“Josh, you should eat and then take a good shower and throw that robe on. Rowan is going to be here at about 9. I have set up for both of us to get massages tonight and then maybe we can have some fun after adıyaman escort words if you are still up for it.”

“Oh Alexis I have done nothing but think about you all day. I am sure I will be up for it.”

They both ate quietly and had a little to drink. Josh drank a chilled red wine while Alexis enjoyed a rum and pineapple. She hadn’t had one since that night in Vegas. After dinner Josh hopped in the shower and Alexis waited outside the door. “So who is this Rowan and where did you meet her?”

“Her? Josh Rowan is a guy. I met him at the gym. He is a massage therapist. Why would you assume he was a girl?”

“I just thought that you would have picked a girl is all. I’m not sure I am comfortable with a guy masseuse. It seems a little odd to me.”

“Well it isn’t like you are having sex with him so what do you care? What, did you want some hot girl to come over here and rub oil all over your body and then have sex with me while thinking about her, I don’t think so.”

“No it wasn’t anything like that. Fine, we will use your guy masseuse.”

“Good, he does get a little handsy but I don’t think it will be a big deal.”

“Wait, has he massaged you before?”

“Oh yeah,” Alexis said “has been about once a week now for a few months. Haven’t you noticed how loose I have been…”

“What!?” Josh exclaimed.

“…In my shoulders. What did you think I was talking about? Either way, get undressed

he will get here in just a bit and you are first.”

Josh put on the robe and went to wait in the dining room. While there he proceeded to have a few more glasses of wine. Right at 9 a car pulled up into the driveway and a large man got out. Rowan was about 6 feet tall and weighed about 250 pounds. He was very muscled and obviously was into working out. Rowan picked up his massage table out of the back of the car and came around to the front door. Alexis opened the door before he could knock and welcomed him in. “Oh you cleaned up all the furniture, nice that will make this a lot easier.”

“Have you been here before?” Josh asked.

“No it just looks like you have really cleared out an area. Normally I am fighting around couches and tables. This looks much easier. Hi I am Rowan by the way. You must be Josh. Alexis told me all about you.”

Both Rowan and Josh noticed Alexiss robe hanging open at the same time as she did. She let it hang open a little longer before wrapping it tighter around herself.

Rowan Handed Josh a towel and told him to take off his robe and lay face down on the massage table. While Josh was getting onto the table Rowan was getting all of his oils, towels, rubs, and his little stereo going. Alexis pulled up a chair from the dining room table to watch.

Rowan informed both of them that his table could be put in all sorts of orientations to make his massage more thorough and had Josh lay on his back. He placed a hot towel over Josh’s face. The towel was so heavily scented it gave him a slight headache and he definitely wasn’t able to smell anything else. It kind of made his ears ring as well. “Hey this towel smells kinda strong, it is making me a little dizzy,” said Josh.

“You’ll get used to it. It helps relax you,” calmed Rowan in his deep husky voice.

Josh felt Rowan pick up one of his feet and rub a lotion thickly from his toes to the line of his pubic region. He rubbed the lotion all the way around Josh’s leg and then placed Joshs heel in a kind of holder. Then he moved and did the same thing to the other leg. Josh felt like he was laying in a gynecologist’s chair with his legs up in the air spread apart but he just laid there. Rowan left the lotion there and proceeded to oil and massage Josh’s chest. He placed another large amount of lotion on Josh’s chest, including his armpits. Rowan oiled and massaged Josh’s arms. After a few minutes Rowan wiped the lotion off of Josh’s legs with some kind of terry cloth and then washed them with warm water and a cloth. Rowan then oiled them again, this time the karabük escort oil felt cool and slippery.

Rowan did the same thing to Josh’s chest and stomach. Rowan put Josh’s legs back down and asked him to roll onto his stomach, leaving the towel over his head. Josh complied and once he was in place Josh felt Rowan move the towel covering his bottom off and Rowan applied another thick coat of that first lotion to his backside and shoulders. Rowan proceeded to rub oil and other things into Josh’s legs and feet before wiping the lotion off Josh’s bottom and shoulders. Rowan spread out Josh’s arms on the massage table and massaged oils into his arms. Rowan asked Josh to roll back over onto his back so that Rowan could see Josh’s chest and neck. Oddly Rowan did not replace the towel on Josh’s midsection.

With the position of the massage table for Josh to roll over and still lay down he had to be completely spread eagle, arms and legs, with nothing covering his penis or testicles. Once Josh was back on the table he heard Alexis get up and move over to his head. She whispered into Josh’s ear, “I love you.” Then Josh felt metal click over his wrists, ankles, thighs, and chest.

Josh was locked in place and there was nothing he could do about it. “I’ll be back in a second,” She whispered into his ear and walked off. When she came back she removed the towel that had been covering Josh’s face and she was in that black corset, she also had a little purple bag in her hand. Rowan stood on one side of Josh while Alexis stood on the other.

“I have a present for you. Don’t worry it isn’t like the last one. In fact it is kinda the opposite. Rowan helped me pick it out last week and it was so hard to keep it a secret. See we have been together 5 years now and I love you so much. I want to be with you the rest of my life but you refuse to give me a ring. So now I am giving you one right now. She walked around down between Josh’s legs and pressed a tube onto his cock. Then she slid the ring around his balls and the lube and snapped it into place.

“This is made of Tungsten, you cannot get it off without a grinder or this key. I am keeping this keep and will let you out only for special cases. Listen to me carefully, I will let you out for the evening when you give me a ring, I will let you out once when you give me a second ring to go along with the first, and I will let you out when I am pregnant.”

“What! And how the fuck are you supposed to get pregnant if I am locked in this thing?”

“Well you will have one shot at it on our wedding night remember, if you are unsuccessful then I will have to find someone else to fill me up with cum. Hopefully your little cock doesn’t atrophy too much between now and then from disuse. I’m not sure if it works that way but you can’t stand to lose much more. Now you will notice when I unlock you that I have removed all the hair from your legs, chest, stomach and back. I expect you to keep it that way. If you start to get out of hand I have ways of punishing you that I have been looking into.

Remember that dildo you fucked me with? Well to keep me pleasured while you are in chastity, you will have to use a real strapon. I would hate to have to use it on you if you misbehave or try to take that thing off. Also, if things get too out of control, I still have the bander with lots of bands. You don’t want to end up castrated do you? Remember when we were in Vegas you watched me grope another man while ramming my tongue down his throat. Now watch what happens when a man rams his cock in me while I ram my tongue down his throat.”

Rowan dropped his pants and swung out his massive cock. Alexis leaned over the massage table and put her corseted tits in Josh’s face while Rowan slid his cock into her wet inviting pussy. She moaned and started to buck against him. “See, See how he fucks me. God he is so good. I cant believe you didn’t notice the cum in my pussy every time we have fucked for the last three weeks, how loose I have been or how horny. God it is so good.”

He pumped into her and finally groaned. Filling her with his cum. She slid him out of her and climbed onto the massage table, positioning her pussy over Josh’s face. “You remember this don’t you, open your mouth.” Josh did obediently and she pushed her cunt down on his mouth. He sucked and licked diligently until she came again.

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Conor arose to an empty house the next morning and a hastily scribbled note taped to his door. Got a call and had to go to the hospital. Hopefully I’ll be back by the time you get up. Please wait for me. Shawn. Conor’s heart fluttered at the last words. Please wait for me. Again, a vision of their kiss arose unbidden and he shuddered, his cock stiffening under his fingertips. He laid back down on the bed and started stroking himself in earnest. He closed his eyes and thought of Shawn, of his warm, blue eyes and of being lost in them.

That kiss … that kiss had been so hot. So tender and innocent and soul-searing hot. Conor never could have imagined that just a kiss could have gotten him so worked up but it had. Electricity had crackled between them, adding a dimension to their connected mouths that set the air on fire. He thought he was dreaming. He slid his hand down, opening his palm to cup his balls and gave them a rough tug, moaning as he stroked his thick stalk again.

A bone-weary Shawn climbed the stairs, heading for his bedroom and hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before Conor awoke and paused on the landing when he heard the sound. He wasn’t quite sure but it sounded like a cry. Maybe Conor was having a nightmare. The door was open and Shawn froze in place at the sight of Conor’s naked body, sprawled across the sheets, his hand on a fairly thick cock. His dick sprang to life in the painful constraints of his jeans and he freed himself, rubbing his cock until it was covered with pre-cum.

How would it feel to have Shawn’s callused hands on his body? Delicious, he thought. God, he could probably just cum from that feeling alone. He gave himself a few long strokes, squirming as he felt his abdomen tighten, pleasure unfurling throughout his body. He suddenly wanted to be on his knees in front of Shawn, letting him skullfuck his mouth to his heart’s desire.

“Oh, yes, Shawn.” Conor’s whimper sent trembles down Shawn’s spine. “Fuck my mouth! Let me suck you dry!” Shawn leaned against the wall, one hand propping him up on the door jamb while the other stroked his meat. Conor looked good enough to eat. His lean, muscled body was rapidly becoming covered with a light sheen of sweat and every downy inch beckoned to Shawn’s tongue. “Oh, I want to taste you!”

Conor imagined the scene. On his knees, looking up into Shawn’s eyes. Shawn’s hand forcing his head forward, filling his mouth with hard cock. The moment when his glorious cum flooded his mouth … the breath caught in Conor’s throat as Shawn did something different in his daydream. With a rough turn, Conor was pushed around and fingers were pushed into his asshole, warming him for an assault. “Oh, yes! Oh, Shawn! Please!”

Shawn’s hand moved faster now, his breathing light but deep, his brow wet with sweat. Conor’s legs were wide open and in the air, three fingers plunging deep into his asshole while his other hand moved with blurring speed over his cock. Shawn closed his eyes, imagining that his dick was sinking into Conor’s body, slamming home then pulling out again. He felt his balls drawing up and the familiar prickling made his skin dance with anticipation. He tried to hold it back but ardahan escort when he heard Conor’s last exclamation, he was lost.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Shawn, please! Oh, God, I’m cumming!” Conor gave himself over to his climax, loudly whimpering Shawn’s name over and over as ropes of cum spurted from his prick, splashing onto his chest. Out in the hallway, Shawn was fiercely biting his hand as he erupted into his palm, his body jerking uncontrollably and his legs threatening to collapse. As Conor’s whimpers echoed down the hall, he silently moved away, heading back down the stairs and washing up in the kitchen. Then, he slammed the front door and pretended that he’d just gotten home.

Ten minutes later, a freshly showered Conor came down the stairs, wearing a borrowed robe and a smile. “Morning.”

“Hey.”

“Just getting back?”

“Yeah. I’m beat.”

“Hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Good. I’m making breakfast.”

Shawn slumped into the chair, partly exhausted from work and partly from cumming so hard minutes earlier. “You don’t have to, Conor. It’s okay.”

“I don’t know you very well, but would you do me a favor? Shut up.” Conor walked over to where Shawn sat and smoothed his hair back. “You’ve been up all night while I’ve been sleeping. The least I can do is cook for you.”

Shawn closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Conor’s fingers in his hair. He was so tired. He could just fall asleep right now but his grumbling stomach was bound to wake him up. “Conor … “

“No. Let me take care of you, please?”

The softness in Conor’s voice wove a spell around Shawn’s drained mind and the doctor found himself being walked up the stairs and led into the bathroom. Conor’s gentle hands peeled the clothing from his body: first, the jacket, then shirt, shoes and finally pants. Shawn heard the shower go on and Conor held the plastic curtain back as he stepped in. The steamy water felt good, pounding his insensate skin. But he just suddenly felt so tired, so bone-weary that he didn’t have the strength to stand.

Conor watched in horror as Shawn slid to the floor, his blue eyes glazed. “I’m sorry.” His whispered words ensnared Conor and he stripped quickly, stepping into the tub and helping Shawn to his feet. “Sorry. I’m just so … tired.”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“An hour.”

“And the night before?”

“None.”

“And the night before that?” When Shawn offered no answer, Conor swore. “You haven’t had any sleep in three days?”

“Alan was dying. I couldn’t sleep.” Shawn’s words were slurred and he was doing everything he could to stay standing. “I couldn’t miss his last breath. I had to be there for him.”

Conor soaped Shawn’s back, rubbing the roughened washcloth across his broad shoulders, over his narrowed hips and around strong legs. He slowly turned and Conor scrubbed his chest, groin and legs, then pushed him under the pulsating jets, rinsing him clean. Once outside the tub, he toweled Shawn dry and led him to his bed, watching him lay down and tucking the crispy sheets around him.

“Do you have to work tonight?”

“No, adıyaman escort but I’m on call in case someone dies.”

“Fine. Then go to sleep. I’ll wake you for lunch.” Conor turned to go. Then,

“Kiss me.”

This kiss was even more tender than the one they’d previously shared because they weren’t on equal ground. Now it was Conor who sought to seduce Shawn’s senses with his passion and Shawn who sought the peace and comfort of Conor’s embrace. Conor firmly fitted his mouth over Shawn’s, pressing down until Shawn’s jaw opened and his tongue slipped gently against his. Fear overruled his stronger senses and he pulled back, pressing his mouth across Shawn’s brow and touching his lips to each closed eyelid.

“Sleep well.”

“Thank you.”

Conor stood in the doorway for a long time, watching the doctor sleep and crept back over to his side, running his fingers over Shawn’s lips and jaw. He was so handsome, even with the scar on his chin. So handsome. He won’t want you, not after he learns the truth. Conor slowly arose, pain etched on his features and silently slipped from the room.

* * * * *

The phone’s jangling awoke Shawn from a deep, restful sleep and he reached for the phone, astonished to see inky darkness between the slats of the blinds. The sun had gone down and velvety black was punctured by a multitude of stars, stretching over the horizon and broken only by lazy streetlights perched atop the hills.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sleepyhead! Did you forget our dinner date?”

“Oh, Daphne! I’m sorry. What time is it?”

“Nearly eight.”

“Eight? At night?”

“Yes, dearie. Post meridian.”

“Daphne, I’ve never slept this late in my life.”

“Who is he?”

“Wha – what?”

“You heard me, Shawn. I didn’t stutter. Who is he?”

“Who is who?”

“Whomever you’ve got there that’s allowing you to sleep so well.” Her voice was filled with laughter. “What’s his name?”

The house was quiet so Shawn’s answer was subdued and disappointed. “No one, Daph. Just a dream.”

“Never had anyone describe me like that.” Conor wanted to shout with laughter at the look of astonishment on Shawn’s face. He shoved the hot mug into the doctor’s hand and took the phone from him. “Hi, Daphne. I’m Conor.”

“Oh! You’re Alan’s son!”

“Yes.”

“So you’ve been taking care of our fine young doctor?”

“As much as he’ll allow me to.” Conor glanced over at Shawn and watched him take a tentative sip from the mug, humming in delight. “Listen, I’ve made dinner. Why don’t you come over here?”

“I’ll be over in a jiffy! Should I bring anything?”

“A few more bottles of wine and clothes to spend the night. Cool?”

Daphne giggled. “Cool.”

“Oh, and if you have any interesting PlayStation games or X-rated DVDs, those would also be welcome.”

Snorting in glee, Daphne signed off. “Okay. See you in a few.”

“What the hell is this? It’s wonderful!”

“A bastardized version of grog. Apple cider, spices and Captain Morgan’s silver rum.”

“Mmmm.” Shawn turned over on his back, the sheets karabük escort falling away to expose a patch of curly dark pubic hair at his waist. “Oh, this is so good!”

“I usually make it for Christmas but I thought it would be good now. Besides, it is cold outside and it is nearly Thanksgiving.” Conor stepped back, smiling at Shawn’s reaction. “I think it’s close enough.”

Shawn took another sip, loving the way the hot beverage warmed him to his toes. “Thanks for putting me to bed. I was exhausted.”

“Doesn’t surprise me after you told me how much you didn’t sleep.” Conor balanced on the edge of the bed, desperately trying to ignore the tempting exposed expanse of Shawn’s skin. “Now get dressed. Daphne’s on her way over and I have to set the table!”

Shawn watched Conor leave, then pulled on a respectable pair of sweats and hopped down the stairs like a kid at Christmas. The kitchen island was set with festive dishware that he’d forgotten he’d owned and the scent of cinnamon and cloves filled the air. Conor was removing a large roast from the oven and basting it with its delectable juices when Shawn pulled up a chair.

“Wow! And I thought I could cook!”

Conor blushed at the compliment. “Well, you were sleeping so I went out and bought some things. You looked like you hadn’t had a good meal in a long time.”

“Hey! I can cook!”

“Sure, Shawn. Tacos, hamburgers, steaks … whatever happened to veggies and salads?”

“Uh, nothing.”

Conor laughed at the doctor. “Nothing, except they don’t exist in your kitchen.” He poured the juices into a pan and added flour to thicken it. “Why don’t you get us another bottle of wine and a glass for Daphne?”

* * * * *

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

Shawn desperately wanted to pretend that he hadn’t heard Conor’s words but he knew they’d be coming soon. The words put a damper on the otherwise fantastic evening. Right now, Daphne was passed out in the guest room and both he and Conor were close to passing out themselves. Conor’s dinner of beef roast with gravy, roasted whole red-skinned potatoes and baby carrots and store-bought apple pie had started the party. The pot Daphne had brought and the wine Shawn provided had continued the merriment.

Shawn hadn’t had that much fun in a long time and he had watched Conor all night, falling in love with his easy manner and his quick wit. Falling in love with him. He’d known it the instant that he’d seen him at the funeral, touching Alan’s lifeless hand and speaking his heart. Something in Conor’s face spoke vulnerability in volumes. An emotional vulnerability that Shawn had sensed in their kisses and wondered what secrets the man was hiding. He also wondered if he was smitten enough to ignore that fact …

“Shawn?”

“Uh, yeah. I heard you.”

“Maybe you’d better get to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s awfully late.” Shawn stretched. “You take my bed.”

“What? I can’t do that. Where will you sleep?”

“The couch. It’s quite comfortable.”

“I can’t take your bed, Shawn.”

“Well then,” The words came out of his mouth before he thought about what he was saying. “Share it with me.”

“Okay.” Conor was surprised at his own answer but chalked it down to the weed. No, fuck that. He’d said it because he wanted to say it. Because he wanted to share this beautiful man’s bed. Even if he couldn’t have sex with him, he could enjoy being near him. Being near him was like being near his father and he felt comforted and wanted. “But don’t hog the sheets.”

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