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Welcome, welcome, welcome back to the second part of this big adventure.  We left our game explorers trapped in the house of Art and Amy and locked into playing the game, down to their underwear.  Will they manage to get out of their predicament in one piece?  Who knows?  Let’s crack on, shall we?

TRUNKS, CROCS AND EVOLUTIONARY SHOCKS!

The game was most definitely a-go-go.  Myself, my wife Amy and our friend Wendy had already had a go on the jungle-themed sex-game and were waiting for Will, Elias and Emma, all of us down to our underwear, all of us trapped in the house and all of us desperate to finish the game and return to some kind of normality.

“Your turn now, Will,” I reminded him as my wife and I retook our seats after sucking on his wife’s tits as part of the game.

“Yeah thanks, Art.  I do remember,” Will responded, clearly chafed that my wife and I were required to suck on his wife’s boobs.  He picked up the Di and threw them over the board, watching them bounce along till they settled on a three and a two, their piece seeming to move telepathically across the board to the required position.  Like before we all moved forward to see what the poem and required task was for their turn.

Between your legs you’ve acquired a trunk,

But two people’s hands will restore your junk.

“Oh come on now!  What’s that meant to mean?” Elias barked, nonplussed at the clues.

“Well we don’t know yet, do we?  I’m sure we’ll find out!” Emma fired back, clearly bummed out by her husband’s misery as we all sat around in our underwear, feeling very exposed, especially as all us men had clearly visible hard-ons beneath our shorts, especially Will, whose erection seemed to be expanding ever-more by the second.  Will, shocked at what was happening beneath his shorts pulled them down only to be horrified that his cock had been replaced by a miniature elephant’s trunk.

“WHAT THE FUCKITTY FUCK?!” Will yelled terrified as his elongated snout sniffed the air as it protruded horrifically from his waist.

“OH MY GOD!  What do we…we do?!” Wendy stammered terrified.

“I don’t…what did the poem say?” I asked Amy, she took a look back into the Smokey orb before answering.

“Two people’s hands will restore your junk.  Emma, come on,” Amy ordered as she stationed herself on one side of Will as Emma took the other.

“How do we DO this?” Emma asked, understandably puzzled.

“Er…I think we need to…you know…wank him off,” Amy suggested.

“Do it then,” Wendy begged.  Amy looked at the ridiculous appendage that had sprouted from Will’s hips and placed her hands gently around the length, the swirling trunk seeming to calm somewhat under my wife’s touch as she began to move her hands gently up and down the bizarre grey length.

Emma then reached out and did the same with her hands, the two of them sliding down the grey snout causing it to cease its bendy swirling and start to solidify, the trunk stiffening at the base first then all the way to the tip, three-feet of trunk emerging branch-stiff from Will’s waist as Amy and Emma worked the snout like they were working a cock, their four hands wrapped around the rigid length.  I turned to look at Wendy who was watching the events unfold in a mixed state of concern and horniness, her legs clenching together as her hands massaged her boobs whilst her brows were furrowed in worry.

“If this does become my prick again I’d appreciate it if you’d change the colour but keep the swelling,” Will joked as he went from feeling fear to feeling arousal, the pink of his cock coming back from base to tip, the trunk creases being replaced by the veins and slenderness of his pole as Emma and Amy moved their hands more quickly, gripping the slimming length as it reduced for three feet to two as it began to look more like a normal cock.

I briefly caught a glimpse of Elias who was feeling torn over all of this.  You could see his own state of arousal but also the confusion in his mind as a sense of jealousy also crept in.  His hand was on his boxers covered tool, moving slowly back and forward as he watched his own missus furiously Jack-off one of his friends, he was wearing the worry as best he could and to some degree I felt the same as Amy slid her hands up and down a combination of man meat and elephant face.

“How are you feeling?” Amy asked Will as he led back, clearly enjoying every moment of the two women’s attention as his rod was now a modest foot and a half, with Will’s expression clearly pointing out he was hoping to keep a good foot of this transformation.

“Feels great.  Don’t stop though,” breathed Will as both women removed a hand as Will’s girth reduced down to a foot in length, his chest moving up and down at speed in excitement of their efforts as his tool settled down to its usual slender seven inches with only Amy’s palm wrapped around the staff now, Emma merely looking on licking her lips.  Amy transfixed by Will’s tool and her digits working it as he began to pump himself into her hand until eventually…

“HURGH!” Will moaned as he shot his load escort bakırköy into the air, the white goo hitting his stomach, underwear and Amy’s hand, who coolly wiped it off on her bra.  Will began to pull his underwear back up but thought better of it, pulled them down his legs and off completely.  “Fuck it!”

I thought for a moment about the outline of my rigid length exposed through my relatively tight trunks and realised I was hiding my modesty for no reason and so slipped out of my trunks and hurled them over to the ants who were still scattering over the rest of my clothes.

“Ooh, that’s quite a view for us ladies,” cooed Wendy, moving her eyes between myself and Will, along with Emma and Amy, all of whom licked their lips while scanning us over.  All three women then turned to face Elias, who looked extremely uncomfortable to be placed in a spot like this.  My friend grabbed the waistband of his shorts and merely adjusted himself, with the eyes of the three women returning to myself and Will.

“Okay, so who’s next?” I queried, my eyes glancing at Emma and Elias.  One of them had to take the plunge and I half expected Emma to move eagerly forward but instead Elias snatched up the two cubes and, after rattling them somewhat maniacally in his hand, he let them go across the board, watching them bounce till they stopped at a four.  These were some crappy low-scoring throws and I could detect the disappointment on Elias’ face who clearly more than any of us wanted this game to be over as soon as possible.  His piece moved mysteriously across the board and the orb misted for what felt like an unusually long time before revealing its poetic sexual issue.

The crocodiles mood is decidedly thorny,

The only way to stop them is by making them horny.

“What…” Elias began, before covering his mouth instinctively, almost out of fear that his question would summon the aquatic reptile trouble.  We heard the noises from inside the house, a kind of wet-skin slapping against the floors accompanied with a weird wet slide.  We knew what was coming and a snout at the door, slowly moving forward, pointed teeth in those chillingly, uneven jaws, then another set appeared behind it, and another, eventually we could see four croc heads as they began to enter the room, their eyes partially-lidded as they crept in, occasionally snapping at each other as they did.

“Holy shit!” Will whispered as the six of us moved further back into the room with no way of escape behind us, trying not to startle the crocs that were stalking us.

“What do we do?” Amy asked me as quietly as possible, even though it seemed our fate was sealed and we were about to be cast into this gigantic reptile’s belly.

“I don’t know…I’m…I’m too scared to be able to think,” I informed her, feeling her fingers reach for mine and gripping her hand as terror overtook my mind.

“Oh wait…what am I doing?  I know this one!” Elias shouted, before running back towards the four creatures and standing as high as he could on the furniture and flicking through his phone at lightning speed to get what he needed, he pressed a button, upped the volume and held his phone as high as he could as the sound of a military helicopter played.

“What are you doing?” Emma asked, her eyes wide in fear for her husband.  

“Turning them on…I hope.  It’s Chinook helicopter engines.  It’s like their Viagra,” Elias explained, fearfully as the crocs lifted their jaws and snapped them near his legs, but as they climbed over each other to get to him they were also mawing into the air, distracted by the droning sound it was making, but it seemingly wasn’t enough to distract it from the thought of his delicious legs.  I couldn’t leave my friend to face such a fate so I ran back to my chair and perched as far atop it as I could, found a Chinook helicopter clip on YouTube and played it full blast over the perky beasts.  

It seemed to work, they started to become less concerned with the delicious drumsticks that were mine and Elias legs and more with each other, but even so every now and then their attention would lessen and they’d snap our way indicating they were not fully turned on.  

“Er…can we get a little help here?” I asked as the crocs shook their snouts trying to overcome the sound of the helicopters’ engines.  Amy and Wendy ran our way and jumped on the crocs backs to make it to the furniture, Live-and-let-Die-style before grabbing their phones and playing the sound with Williams and Emma both darting over to complete the serenade of helicopter sounds.  

Eventually the noises were too much for the randy reptiles and they stopped snapping like they wanted to feed and began snuggling against each other in an almost tender way, snout against snout in a similar way to humans rubbing noses, before the males climbed on top of the females but angling their hips beneath the females to move their genitals inside the female crocs opening.  The two animals stayed that way for a few seconds then disjointed and proceeded to head back the way they’d escort baheçlievler just come.

“Wow!  I think they were even quicker than you, Elias,” Will joked, getting the merest of laughs, as Elias looked visibly wounded by the remark.

“Yeah?  How would you know?” Emma countered to bigger laughs and some Woo’s restoring Elias’ pride.  Will nodded in acknowledgment of Emma’s quick comeback before finishing with the perfect riposte.

“A lady never tells,”  Will replied, this time causing all of us to burst out laughing.  It broke the tension that was building up due to the sexual shenanigans and relentless attacks.

“I think I need a drink.  Anyone else want one?” I questioned, receiving a unanimous response from everyone.  We all headed into the kitchen for some much needed refills, the men still naked but now after the terror somewhat less uptight than they were previously.  I quickly entered the role of barman and after dishing out various wines, beers, and spirits I was able to take a deep breath and almost relax, till my wife walked over to me, her manner suspicious as I eyed her idling towards me.

“You know before?” Amy asked, her voice low as she left the question hanging in mid-air temporarily.  “When I said “no-one could have known what would happen?”

“Yeah, I remember.  Why?” I carried on, puzzled at what she was asking.

“Well, I kind of…did…know what to expect I mean,” Amy continued, her cheeks turning rosy in embarrassment at what she was saying.

“You knew what was going to happen?” I checked.  I remembered when I shouted up to see if she was okay I felt like Amy did seem somewhat distracted, somewhat distant.  Now it made sense as to why?  I wondered if she had the same experience I had but another low voice cut me off.

“Did you have the vision about the tent and the pipe?” Emma questioned Amy, quiet enough so that Will, Elias and Wendy could not hear us.

“No.  My vision was one involving us feeding at a watering hole and a waterfall,” Amy confessed as the three of us drew our heads together.  

“A watering hole?  What…wait-a-minute…a pipe?” I queried, as I recalled Emma’s initial remark.  Emma also began to blush as she leaned in even closer, forcing us to do the same before she began her tale of horniferous proclivities.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Emma’s story

Emma looked in the mirror after her shower and felt a deep sorrow wash over her freshly-dried self.  She looked old, in her mind at least.  She felt as though her best looking days were long behind her with nothing more than distant memories of her youth to sustain her.  Even on the occasions where Elias said she looked good she brushed it off as him being pleasant because he felt forced to as her hubby.  It was true of course that he’d seen better days but it was different for men.  They could get away with it…women could not.

Emma looked at the device in front of her and another wave of angst came over her.  In the past she would not have needed a steamer to look after her face.  Her natural glow kept her skin looking radiant even when she was hungover, now she needed a steamer to obtain even the remnants of such a look.  The Cordon Air-Steam deluxe offered steady steam but also with a filter system on the back allowed for short bursts of steam without running out of water.  It made it bulkier than other steamers but it was worth it.

Emma switched the device on and leant forward placing her face in the translucent/plastic, face shield and closed her eyes, her finger seeking out the button to burst her face back to life as the water moisture hit her skin and began to make her feel like she used to look.

BURST!

She was looking forward to the evening though, spending time with her friends, especially Art who she always had a bit of a thing for, not that she kept it a secret.  She and Amy joked about it all the time that if anything happened to her, she wanted Emma to marry Art and engage in Polyamory.

BURST!

Not that she didn’t love her husband.  Elias was smart, could look good when he made the effort, equipped, a good provider, but their sex life left much to be desired, but that was just how life went, right?

BHWANG!

The burst of steam seemed to send Emma back on her heels, as the entire room was now full of steam as Emma wafted her hand to get rid of the pesky moisture.  As she did Emma became aware that she was no longer sitting at her dresser partaking in beauty treatment but instead was sitting in some kind of tent or hut and it wasn’t steam that was in the air but smoke.  At first Emma assumed the smoke was from the fire in the middle of the room but as she looked up she could see that smoke was rising out of a hole in the roof.  As her eyes adjusted to see through the smoke she could see it came from a long, tribal pipe being passed around by some of her friends who, OH MY GOD, seemed to be semi-naked and…

BURST!

Emma opened her eyes and it took her a few seconds to fathom where she was.  Her world was now pink and only escort başakşehir semi-visible and for a quick second she felt like she was seeing the world through a balloon before she recognised her face was back in the steamer.  She withdrew it and absorbed her current location.  Emma was in her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her body sat at her dresser.

“What the Hell?” Emma whispered to herself before the door flew open and there was Elias, standing somewhat panicked with a towel wrapped around his waist and a few strokes of his razor into his shave.

“Hey,” Elias said, breathless.  “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Emma replied, masking her perturbed state.  “You?”

“Yeah.  I’m good,” Elias continued, seeming far from it.  “I’ll…get back to my shave then”.

“Okay,” Emma stated, watching as her other half closed the door and returned to the bathroom.  Emma turned back to the steamer and eyed it suspiciously before returning her face inside the face shield, pressing the buttons for more steam.

BURST.

BURST.

BHWANG!

This time Emma cottoned-on to where she was much faster, the smoke more easy to navigate with her vision.  She could see that round the fire the order was boy girl, boy girl, with Elias sandwiched between a topless Wendy, her small boobs and long body being something she envied, in spite of feeling happy when any other woman had smaller boobs than her.  On the left-hand side of Elias was another woman Emma did not recognise.  She seemed somewhat dusky like she was Spanish or something with a slender waist and boobs a smidge smaller than her own impressive stack.  Next to her was Will with Amy next to him looking as radiant as she always did with her luscious red locks and perfectly balanced body.  Between Amy and herself was another man, a leaner, younger man whose ochre skin contrasted distinctly with everyone else sat around.  Emma allowed herself a long salacious stare over the man’s body, licking her lips as she did so before turning to the other side of her and seeing Art smile back at her.

There were two people sitting next to Art she didn’t recognise but she was captivated by his dorky grin.  She looked down and was surprised to see that he wasn’t just topless but bottomless as well, a semi-on growing between his legs as Emma’s eyes locked on his meat, causing Emma to lick her lips again before…

BURST.

“Fucking Hell!” whispered Emma beneath her breath, removing her face from the steamer, this time looking back to the door expecting Elias to come bursting in.  When he didn’t she stuck her face back in the steamer.  Each time previously she’d only been in the other place for a few seconds.  She surmised that a longer gap in the bursts might give her a little more time there.  She flicked the timer up and counted during the bursts.

BURST.  One…two…three…

BURST.  One…two…three…

BHWANG!

Emma blinked in order to really take in what was going on, first of all going back to Art sitting next to her and his rapidly hardening rod, but…if he was naked what about…she switched her gaze to the man on the other side of her and took in his nakedness as he sat there semi-rigid and circumcised (unlike Art) as she moved her face up the guy’s body she saw Will take a deep draw from the pipe and hold the smoke in his mouth before moving it over to Amy who opened her mouth mere millimetres away from Will’s and inhaled the noxious material as Will exhaled before their mouths met in a slow exotic kiss, Amy’s hand reaching down to grip Will’s stiffy, whilst his hand went to her boobs as their mouths mashed together leisurely.

Emma watched enraptured as her friend’s tongue lazily lolled out of her mouth and swirled against another friend’s husbands, the two of them lost in this hazy drug-assisted moment as their kisses became more intense.  Emma flicked her eyes into the lap of the man on her right and could see the growing log awakening there before she quickly stole a glance at Art on the other side.  Emma gazed at Art’s growing staff and found herself reaching her hands out, wanting to touch them both, to slip her fingers around their girth and…

BURST.

“Oh, you sack of…” Emma retorted in frustration.  She turned the dial for the bursts to slow them down further and placed her face inside expectantly.

BURST.  One…two…three…four…five.

BURST.  One…two…three…four…five.

BHWANG!

Emma gathered her thoughts instantly as she focussed through the smoke to where Amy, Art’s husband, was sitting smooching with Will, before they disconnected their kiss.  Emma was feeling emboldened by the hazy funk in the air and continued to reach out to either man beside her, gripping their increasingly angry poles and softly moving her hand up and down.

Emma cast her eyes around the rest of the room and could see other couples and throuples were starting to engage more excitedly.  Across from me Elias had his hand between the legs of Wendy and the dusky Spanish woman on the other side of him as Wendy jacked his tool at a leisurely pace whist the other woman seemed to be fingering his ass, much to his delight and amusement as Will bent forward and planted his mouth over the woman’s tit as she jerked his rod.  Meanwhile Amy had collected the pipe from Will and was taking a huge drag from the heady mixture in the end, before holding it in her mouth and turning to the dark man next to me.

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Told from Andy’s viewpoint.

Dani arrives promptly again the next morning. Dressed in a short sundress, she already has a glow of excitement on her face. You open the door to her naked and invite her in. “I’m ready for day three!” she says excitedly “What are we going to do?”

“We have two objectives today honey,” you say, as you lead her through the villa. “we’ve worked on your confidence and exploring your body and what you want from sex, so now we’re going to think about pleasing your man and also how to really have fun with sex.”

At this point you have reached the dining area, and she squeals with delight at the sight in front of her. I am lying naked on the marble-topped table covered in morsels of food — the peaches we bought yesterday- sliced and dripping juice, strawberries, olives, slices of salami and ham, and soft goat’s cheese. Next to me is a jar of honey, a bowl of thick yoghurt and a jug of chocolate sauce. The prep for this was a lot of fun.

“Welcome to brunch! You can eat whatever you like but you can only use your tongue and lips. You might want to remove your dress though.” you say and swat her bottom.

Dani looks hungrily at me and the food and quickly slips off her sandals and removes her dress, nothing underneath except her beautiful tan lines from yesterday. The pair of you dive in. With one on either side of the table you begin to nibble and lick food off me, doing your best to lick me as much as the food. The ‘no hands’ rule doesn’t apply to me, so I enjoy stroking breasts and ass cheeks as I can reach them.

There is a lot of giggling and laughter. It starts to get very messy when you add honey to the yoghurt and drizzle it over my torso. I yelp as the cold hits me, making you laugh more and dive in to warm me with your tongues. At this point, neither of you has touched my cock, which is rock solid and dripping pre-cum. I know that you are avoiding it to tease me, and Dani, although eyeing it hungrily, has taken her cue escort ataköy from you.

As you lick me to get at the honey, you both brush my body with your breasts, which are now also very sticky. You move to my head and lean over me so that my face is smothered in sticky cleavage, one erect honey-covered nipple tantalisingly over my mouth. I can just reach my tongue up and lick the honey from it, which causes you to sigh. Dani joins in, so I have two sets of lovely sticky breasts in my face, and I alternate my attentions between them.

Leaving me happily fondling and licking Dani’s breasts, you drizzle yoghurt and honey along the length of my throbbing cock.

“Is that cold baby?” you smirk, and lean over and squash me into your cleavage, covering us both in a mix of yoghurt, honey and pre-cum as you wank me between your fabulous tits.

“Keep doing that and I’ll cum” I gasp.

“Uh-uh, not yet we’ve not finished eating!” you smile and stand back a little before lowering your head to run your tongue slowly and deliciously along my solid eight and a half inches.

Dani comes to join you, and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch the sight of two gorgeous sticky naked women giving my cock their full attention. Dani watches what you’re doing, and then copies, running her tongue up the length of me. You move back and she sucks the swollen head of my cock into her mouth, running her tongue over it. Her style needs perfecting, but fuck me, if a beautiful sticky naked woman wants to wrap her lips around my cock, I am all for letting her practice.

You drizzle chocolate sauce over my cock, getting some on Dani’s face, which causes her to giggle round my cock, causing a nice vibration. Then you climb onto the table and straddle my chest, facing Dani and my cock.

You lean down, giving me a full view of your beautiful ass and open pussy, which is sticky with its own juices, before sliding back along my chest so that your escort şirinevler ass is in my face. I bury my face between your ass cheeks, running my tongue around your asshole. This causes you to groan and you pause there for a minute, enjoying the sensations of my tongue licking round and then darting in you.

You then you move back a little further, hovering your pussy above my face. It’s already wet but you scoop some honey and yoghurt off my chest to drip down your stomach and onto your pussy, so that the taste of your juices mixes with yoghurt and honey on my tongue.

I lick and suck at your swollen pussy lips and dart my tongue inside you as far as I can reach. You moan, and lean down into a 69, breaking the ‘no hands’ rule to hold my cock, showing Dani how to how to expertly suck and lick it, pulling back the foreskin to get at the swollen head.

You sit up again, enjoying my tongue around your asshole as you rub your clit. Dani takes over holding my cock and you breathlessly tell her to gently wank me.

The combination of my tongue, your fingers on your clit and the sight of Dani wanking me pushes you over the edge and you cum hard, covering my face in pussy juice.

You hover for a minute to catch your breath as you recover, and Dani helps you off, before climbing up and lowering herself on to my face. She holds herself inches above me, giving me the perfect view of her beautiful lips, puffy with arousal. I hold her thighs and pull her lower so that I lick her clean as I did you. She holds herself there for a few minutes, transfixed by the attentions of my tongue, and then she leans forward, resting her weight on one hand so that she can lean forward and lick me again.

You move round to the end of the table and at one point she has the head of my cock in her mouth whilst you are licking the shaft and alternately sucking my balls.

In turn, I lick around her asshole and dip my tongue in, which gets escort bahçeşehir a startled response, before cleaning her pussy. Soon she is writhing on my face cumming hard. You have carefully removed my cock from her mouth so there is no danger of biting.

She climbs off the table unsteadily, and you embrace her, smearing more goo between your breasts and her body. I climb off the table at this point, my cock hard and throbbing with the need to cum.

“Bend over, both of you, over the table, spread those ass cheeks for me” I growl, and you both readily bend forward, sticky breasts squashed against the cold marble, and ass cheeks held open, so I have two beautiful swollen pussies to choose from.

I slowly push my cock into you, in one long firm stroke, pushing you further against the marble table. You groan as I bottom out inside you “Oh yes, baby, fuck me!” you cry, and I give you a few good hard strokes before pulling out, causing you to whimper.

“You’ll get it baby, but you’ve got to share!” and grasping Dani’s hips, I slide slowly into her wet and ready pussy. She mews as I start to stroke in and out, each thrust pushing her across the sticky mess on the table. You indicate she can put her hands on the table and I continue to fuck her, still relatively slowly. You reach between her legs and start to rub her clit.

As she starts to cum, she pushes back against me, taking my whole length, so I start to fuck her harder as you continue to work on her clit. After a last thrust I cum inside her, my cock stretching her as I spurt thick ropes of cum deep inside, causing her to cry out. She collapses across the table panting, her legs still spread.

Dani is a beautiful sight: exhausted, sweaty, and well-fucked, her rounded ass cheeks framing a sticky swollen pussy, dripping with honey, yoghurt and cum. Wasting no time, you crouch down behind her and bury your face in her pussy to slurp up the delicious mixture.

Sticky from head to foot, exhausted and giggling, we make our way upstairs to the shower, leaving little drips of honey, yoghurt, and chocolate sauce on the floor tiles as we go. The shower is large enough to hold us all, and there is a lot of sensual soaping and fingering as we wash each other clean before we collapse on the bed to recover.

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Trigger warning: Although all characters are 18 or older, one doesn’t exactly have the capacity to consent to sex, and he is pretty degraded in this story. If that is triggering to you, please don’t read any further.

San Francisco 2049

He doesn’t say a word as he unzips. Some nights he makes small talk, but not tonight. He just walks into my bedroom and whips out his dick. He catches my eye, and half-grins at me, as if to say, “I got something you want, faggot.” Sometimes I want to punch his smug lights out.

I have to admit he is a good-looking dude. He’s probably in his mid-thirties. Wife and 2 kids. 6 feet tall. Dark hair, dark eyes, an unkept beard, chest hair, and a little bit of a belly where there clearly used to be a six-pack. He’s built, but chubby. He’s not talking right now, but trust me, he has a deep, sexy voice. Any woman or gay man in the world would desire him, damn it.

And here I am, his suck slave, hating the man as he waves his semi-hard dick at me and motions for me to come over.

I’m like his little treat. Some people have an ice cream cone or a coffee or a cigarette after work. He gets a blowjob. And it’s the fact that he feels so damn entitled to it that makes me most angry.

What am I supposed to do? Say no? It’s either suck his dick or suck no dick at all. So I suck his dick.

I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the moment. Ugh, why do I treat him like he’s my lover? He is definitely not my lover. I despise this man and everything he represents.

His crotch smells good. I detect a little bit of sweat, but it’s not unpleasant. I can’t help but inhale his maleness, and it causes me to start getting hard. Damn it, I hate it when I get hard with him…

I slowly suck him for a minute or two, just bobbing my head, taking his whole length to the back of my throat. He is always so fucking hard. I bet he’s proud of that. Even though I detest him with every fiber of my being, I love the way his hard shaft feels in my mouth and I suck it in earnest with my lips. I’m in such desperate and unconscious need of his masculinity that my zeal for his cock is involuntary.

He takes his shirt off and throws it onto my bed. I run my hands up and feel his manly body. Even though I hate this son of a bitch, after a long day of work, it feels good to touch a man’s hairy body and feel his strong chest.

I tell myself stories about him, as if I can ascertain details about his life’s history and his personality just from the contours of his hot hard dick. I have soft pillowy lips, and they eagerly embrace every inch of his circumcised shaft and beautiful light pink mushroom head. The word I use for his dick in my mind is “supreme,” and it really is, in every way. It’s probably the most delicious dick I’ve ever tasted, and I enjoy sucking it.

He grunts with pleasure and I start to whimper. Fuck, I hate myself for it.

What he doesn’t know is that I’ve had a video camera running from the second he walked into the room. If I really wanted to, I could show his wife. I could show the whole town. And they’d know what a hypocrite he is.

He places his hands on my head, so he can start facefucking me. Sometimes he says degrading comments and calls me “faggot”. Sometimes he says endearing things and calls me “sweetheart.” I hate to admit that it turns me on so much when he does both of these things. But tonight he’s clearly not in the mood to talk and just fucks my mouth with no words spoken. I am turned on by his strong, manly, determined, intentional grip. I love the way the skin on his Ankara Ulus Eskort hands feels kind of rough. I hate that his touch is so arousing to me.

I’m firmly grabbing his ass with both hands to balance myself and it feels so incredible. I hear the way my lips are smacking on his big fat dick as the noise echoes throughout the room. I briefly make eye contact with my reflection in the mirror behind him, and I’m shocked by the look on my face. I look like I’m in ecstasy. If you walked into the room, you’d think that I was the one getting pleasure, not him. It kinda makes me sick to know that whenever he looks down at me, this is the view he’s getting. I need to get a hold of myself. I deserve better than this. I try to change my facial expression to something other than “sublimely happy”, but he glances down and notices as I do this, and it inspires him to speed up his facefucking, so I have to forget about the expression on my face and focus on sucking his dick.

I wonder if he knows that I know who he is. He must know that I know, right? I’ve known since the first time that I sucked his dick. I never would have sucked him off that night if I could’ve known the sick game he’d turn it into. Why did I suck him off in the first place when I knew that he was that homophobic state senator, Jason Tisdale? And not just a homophobic state senator, but the one who spoke most vociferously in support of the anti-gay laws that ruined my life and the lives of all my friends? I saw him on the news talking about how traditional families were under attack and society was crumbling, and he blamed it all on the gays. Before we could even blink an eye, gay sex was illegal. And yet, I still gave him a blowjob that first night in a dark alley when he propositioned me. The time to stop this madness was then. It is too late now…

So why exactly does he do this? Believe me, I’ve asked myself hundreds of times. I have no way of knowing. We never ever talk about anything of substance, and certainly not his personal life. So I’m left to wonder: what the fuck is he doing here almost every night making me, a gay dude, suck his dick? Does he get some kind of sexual thrill from the risk of it? Does he get turned on by the power dynamic, knowing that I cannot say no to him, knowing that I will never get any reciprocation and that pleasing him is the only sexual experience I will ever get to have for the rest of my life? Or is this just to prove some kind of point to himself about gay men, that we are so perverted that you can literally ruin our lives and take every single thing we have, and we’ll still happily suck your dick and dutifully swallow up your cum for you?

He usually cums pretty quickly, within 4 or 5 minutes, and tonight is no different. Not too long after he takes control and starts face fucking me with his hands, he’s at the point of no return and ready to shoot.

I know it’s coming, and I am determined. I’m on my knees servicing this man and I swear that this is the last time. I need to have some self-respect. I can’t allow him to degrade me like this and treat me like his personal fleshlight. I can’t let him go out and talk about how awful and perverted gay sex is while he comes to my house 5 or 6 nights a week to get his dick sucked. I can’t stand one more moment of this man. I hate him. I’m going to put out the video. Screw the consequences. I don’t care anymore. Whatever happens to me, I will get justice, both for myself and for all the other gay men that this douchebag and his political allies screwed over.

This man cost me my husband. Ankara Yenimahalle Eskort Did I mention that I used to be married before society went to shit? I loved my husband. My wonderful Rick. The man who saved me. We owned a flower shop together. We made each other smile every day. We had to have our marriage annulled when they passed the new laws, and I haven’t seen him in 2 years. I try to keep track of him over social media, but I don’t dare contact him. I wouldn’t want to risk my life or his, and I know internet communications are monitored. I just hope he’s happy.

This man cost me my friends. My sweet Christopher, who I knew since college and who was my partner in crime at the gay bars in our 20s. He was always a rebel, and he thought he’d resist the new laws. They weren’t in effect a month before they executed him by firing squad. And Matthias, the eldergay, my rock, the man who gave me so much wonderful advice and helped me when nobody else understood. He just “disappeared” one day. And I wasn’t even allowed to ask why, or where he was sent off to, or have a funeral for him, or get any kind of closure. He was just gone, and I had to accept it. They’re both dead because of this bastard.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” he moans, and he violently shoves his dick deeper into my mouth.

He cums right down my throat. Then he quickly moves his dick back a little so spurts two, three, and four land on my tongue, so I have to taste his sperm. I want to gag, but I know that spitting is not an option. I am expected to swallow every drop, and I do, though I hate it. This is the last time, though. His wife will know. Even his kids will know that their daddy forces me to swallow millions of his babies every night. I’m putting my video on YouTube the second he leaves my apartment. I won’t bear another second of this grave injustice. For Rick, and Christopher, and Matthias, I will get revenge on this evil motherfucker.

And yet…

I am still sooo hard. Fuck, I have been hard the entire time. I look up. He smiles. Nooo. Not again. No, no, no. Concentrate. He has such great teeth. And big, beautiful brown eyes that I want to stare into for hours. Oh, God, it’s happening again. Fuck. Once more, a euphoria washes over me, and I don’t hate him now. I love him. I want him to make love to me. I want him to make me his. I want him to stay with me and cuddle with me. I have been so lonely. I need a man to take care of me. This man. Can’t he be my daddy? Please? I would be over the moon if he told me he loved me. Hell, I don’t even need that. What I wouldn’t give if he would just stay five more minutes and hold me a little…

He chuckles to himself, at my expense, as he notices my eyes lighting up. Damn it. The smug bastard. He must know that I’m in love with him, and that’s funny to him. I’m not good at hiding my emotions. So that’s how he knows I’ll never tell anybody about his nightly visits. The douchebag has me exactly where he wants me. Trapped. I’ll shut up and dutifully swallow his sperm for him whenever he wants for the rest of my life, and he knows it. I’m so fucked.

He puts his dick back in his pants and zips up. He still hasn’t said a single word to me. I wish he would at least tell me I did a good job. A pat on the head. Some sign of encouragement. Anything. Fuck, I’m pathetic. Why do I want his approval so badly?

Is this Stockholm Syndrome? Or is there something wrong with me and I like the degradation? Or am I just so starved of human contact that I’m desperately clinging to what little of it I have?

And Ankara Tandoğan Eskort even if I didn’t love him, he knows there’s really nothing I can do. The penalty for a man sucking dick is capital punishment. The penalty for a man getting his dick sucked by a dude is a $500 fine. He obviously wrote the law in such a way where he could shame homosexuals for sucking dick, while giving a certain homosexual (me) no other option for dicks to suck than his. He put us in our place but made sure he still gets to get his own rocks off. What I want to know is why did he choose me? How did he even know I was gay? Does he have any other poor gay men he has this sick relationship with? I honestly don’t know. I certainly hope not. Nobody deserves to be treated like this.

We briefly make eye contact once more before he goes, and I think I detect just the slightest bit of acknowledgement, somewhere deep down within him, that he cares for me, or at least regards me as human, somehow, on some level… A glint in his eye, maybe? Or am I just believing what I want to believe? Does he see me as just a poor lost gay man that he kindly feeds dick to, a pathetic fleshlight to fuck, or someone he actually hates and gets off on degrading? Or a bit of all three? I’m not sure what would be worse, honestly.

He turns around and leaves to go home to his beautiful wife and amazing kids in his great big mansion. He shows confidence even in the way he maneuvers around my apartment. God only knows where my own husband is right now. This asshole gets to do whatever the fuck he wants and fuck whoever he wants and swing his big dick around for me to suck whenever he wants it. And my sole outlet in life is to suck his dick every day for just 5 minutes. Just 5 minutes, all the sexual contact I will get today or any day. Forever. Any other sexual contact is too risky. Beggars can’t be choosers.

I stop recording and save the video file in the folder on the cloud with all the other recordings I’ve made over the past year. It’s really kinda risky. I mean, sure, I could release them and blur my face. But all that would buy me would be a little time. Jason could tell the police that I had been sucking his dick every night for a year, and they’d investigate and find him on CCTV coming to my apartment, or some unmistakable detail of my apartment in the video that I forgot to blur. Or he could just outright kill me himself, and it would be deemed a justifiable homicide when he told the police I had been sucking his dick. I’m really pretty dumb for keeping these recordings around where they’re not all that difficult to find. But maybe the risk is my own personal way of resistance and rebellion? Or is that just what I tell myself, so I don’t feel guilty about my collaboration horizontale?

Sometimes, I jerk off to the videos, especially on the rare nights where he doesn’t visit. Isn’t that pathetic? I jerk off to my own degradation. I notice he’s left a bit of his masculine scent on my bed somehow, and it’ll be useful for later to smell his manly musk while I masturbate. It’s amazing what this man has reduced me to.

So I quickly lose my resolve to expose him just like I did all the other times. It would mean dire consequences for me, and only a $500 fine for him and maybe his wife being angry at him for a week or two. It’s just not worth losing my life over. I need to accept that my role in life is to suck this man’s dick, and that’s all I have in the whole world.

I go back to my sofa and take a shot of whiskey. I look around my dull apartment. So this is all there is to life, huh? No, that can’t be it. Next time it will be different, next time I will finally publish those damned videos. I will blur my face, destroy him, and bravely face any consequences that come my way. Next time, for sure. Next time…

Thank you to the very wonderful and talented and sexy Edey for being my proofreader for this story.

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After having my first sex with a man, let alone my wife’s ex-husband I couldn’t stop thinking about having him again. It had only been several days and I text him and I simply said I want you. He just text back you read my mind. I said “I’m going to tell the wife I’m going to go to the casino for a while but I’m going to come over to your house.” He said the door will be open I’ll be waiting for you in my bedroom. I went and took a shower, put on a pair of my wife’s panties underneath my jeans, put on a nice shirt, some cologne and was heading out the door when my wife said you look like you’re going out on a date or something and then she chuckled. I said, “What’s with these jeans and this shirt nah just going to the casino baby.”

Her ex only lived a mile away I parked a little ways up the block instead of in front of his house and then walk the rest of the way. I went to the back door like he told me to and it was unlocked. His bedroom he said is on the second floor so I headed on up there and I opened the door at the top and there that handsome white man laid naked on his side with one leg bent up stroking his cock and smiling at me. He told me to go ahead and undress he wants to watch me so I undressed slowly for him.

Took off my shirt and then when I slid down my jeans he seen the Black panties that I had on and he instantly said oh my God that’s so fucking hot. He got out of the bed, grab my hand and walk me to the bathroom where he had some blow laid out. First he put his arms around my neck and I put mine around his waist rubbing his ass and we slowly ever so slowly moved in for an awesome soft kiss. Our lips worked in harmony cuz it was amazing how good I could kiss this Ankara Turangüneş Eskort man and he could kiss me. Finally our lips parted and we did three or four lines of Coke and then went back to the bed.

I climbed on top of him and lay down him as his hands went around my back and our cocks were rock hard against each other. Again we begin kissing as his hand went up and down my back over my ass squeezing my cheeks as both of us were moaning softly while we kissed. I stopped long enough to look at him and say what are you doing to me I can’t stop thinking about you. He pulled my mouth to his again and kissed me then stopped and looked at me and said I know, I can’t get you out of my mind either. I told him I could fall in love with you so easy is this right? And then he really shocked me and said I’m already in love with you and I don’t care if it’s right or wrong I love you. I couldn’t help but tell him I love you too and I don’t care either and we begin making out for a good half hour.

Our cocks rubbing against each other were wet from all the pre-cum. I finally stopped kissing him and said I want to fuck you, to which he answered my ass is all lubed up inside and ready for your cock just stick it in me baby. I got between his sexy toned legs, push them back and I grabbed both of his ankles, line the head of my big headed cock up with his sexy tight white ass push the head of my cock in as I seen him wince a little bit and I stopped. He looked at me and said no go ahead, give me all your cock.

To which I slowly in one stroke pushed my cock in all the way up to my nuts and just held it there. I could feel his ass as he tightened and Ankara Büyükesat Eskort released it over and over squeeze my cock that’s how tight his ass was, I still hadn’t moved my cock as I laid back down on top of him and felt his legs wrap around my back, I looked at him and said I can’t believe how warm and tight and hot your ass pussy feels. All we could say was I love you again to each other and I begin fucking him, I got back on my knee so I can go a little faster with my cock and I watched him stroke that big beautiful cock of his while I fucked his ass. I pulled my cock out of his ass and crawled up on his chest to which he greedily grabbed my cock and started sucking my cock, then I pulled my cock out of his mouth and went down and kissed him so I could taste what he was tasting.

Again I said “I love you” and he said,

“I’m so in love with you will you please nut inside of me?”

He rolled over and got on his hands and knees and I got up in the bed put my cock back in it grab his ass cheeks and started fucking him hard, he was stroking his cock so fast while I pounded him my balls were slapping against his cheeks, he had a mirror alongside the bed and we both were watching me fuck him and him jerk his cock and he told me look how fucking hot we look we should start making movies.

I asked him if he was ready and he said yeah you and I said, “Yes baby I’m going to nut so deep inside your white ass”. He said, “Do it and right after you nut and get it all up inside of me I’m going to jerk off on your face I want to watch you suck my cock and eat my cum”. I said, “Oh baby that talk right there did it, I’m going to cum — I’m Ankara Çankaya Eskort going to cum in your fucking ass I love you so much”. I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming I push my cock in as hard as I could as he actually collapsed from the forcing me driving my cock as deep as I could and I laid on top of him wiggling my cock for every centimeter I can get inside of him deeper.

He was moaning so loudly telling me how hot and good it felt, as I lay down on top of his back and was kissing his back and sucking on his ear, then I whispered to him are you ready I want your seed in my mouth. He rolled me off of him and got up on my chest and stuck his cock down my throat 9 inches of white cock with being stuffed down my black mouth and I loved it. It only took him about 15 seconds before I felt the head of his cock getting bigger and bigger and I knew he was getting ready and sure enough he pushed it down my throat and I felt his warm thick Hot load squirting in my mouth down my throat, so much of it leaking out the side of his cock between my cheek and his cock, I love his fucking cock and cum.

Finally his cock started getting soft as he got off of me and laid down beside me and pulled my mouth to his and we cum kissed for at least 10 minutes. Finally laying there rubbing each other’s chests, looking at each other with our mouth inches apart kissing each other softly while we talked. I said, “I can’t stop thinking about you I’m so in love with you your body your cock your ass the way you fuck me the way you touch me the way you suck me what are we going to do?”

He kiss me so fucking hard after that finally he said I am fucking so fucking into you and so in love with you let’s just keep this quiet, don’t tell Julie yet, I want to fall deeper in love with you before she knows. I kissed him softly I send me to John, I never thought I was a bit gay or bisexual but I’m so in love with you I don’t care what they call it. He looked at me and said I agree and we begin kissing again and making love for the next 3 hours.

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The life of Matthew, a devoted Christian man, is turned upside down when he finds out that his own step-son engages in homosexual deviant activities! The poor Jacob is addicted to cocks. Now, Matthew has to find a way to save his step-son as well as his family’s reputation! No matter the cost.

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

*****

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Chapter 15: God bless the son

In the most fucked-up way, the fact that Jacob had included me in his sick game with my co-workers made me super excited.

I know that I should have been mad at him, furious even. But it looked like Jacob had planned a whole scheme just to get my attention back, using Martin and Terrence, who already knew almost everything about our dirty secrets, to get to me.

The little pervert was smart! And more than that, he was still obsessed with my own nine inchers. I was relieved.

Terrence and Martin were jacking off right next to me, still checking pictures of my step-son’s smooth asshole.

I read the text on Terrence’s phone once again to make sure that I was not hallucinating.

“Record a jerk-off session with my dad and I shove a banana up my ass in the school’s bathroom.”

What a shameless slut he was. I would say that it was unbelievable but at the same time, it was so typical of him.

“Listen, Matt. We know.” Martin used a more serious tone than he usually did to address me.

My heart was racing in my chest.

“You know? What are you talking about?”

“We know that you’re fucking him.”

Oh God. I was frozen on the spot. Someone knew that I was having sexual intercourses with my step-son. A pearl of sweat dripped down the back of my neck. Hearing someone say that to me just a couple months back would have probably killed me… But now… After everything… What could I say?

Terrence chuckled:

“Man, the fact that you don’t even try to deny it says everything.”

“But we don’t judge!” Martin added quickly, his hand firmly holding his dripping hairy cock. “Look, we have both… experienced Jacob and we know how he is. Again, it’s just in his nature, he’s an insatiable little bitch, there’s nothing anyone can do about that.”

“You’re talking about my son…” I mumbled in almost a whisper.

Was I angry? It was hard to say.

“Step-son.” Martin corrected.

He was right to do so, this subtle difference was becoming very important in my life.

“Just drop your pants, my friend. I defo want to see him shove a banana up his ass.”

“This is so risky…” I spoke while rubbing my bulge. “Risky for him… For us…”

The cheeky bastard had gotten me in the mood though.

Terrence held me by my shoulders. Again, I felt his huge weight pressuring me.

“I’ll make it simple for ya. Either you go along with your kid’s plan and we can all have fun together, either you don’t, but then, I’ll consider myself free from having to render you any favour in the future.”

“What are you talking about?”

Was he blackmailing me?

I was ready to snap back, but the idea of getting mad at a 6.5. feet tall bodybuilder was pretty ridiculous. What was I to do? Beat him up… Ahah, he could crush me using any of his body parts. Including his cock.

“I have refrained from going back to your boy because you’re my friend and I respect you too much to betray your trust. But your step-son has been trying us, tempting us with his little ass, teasing us with his deepthroat skills. So now, my big black cock is hungry.”

“Just state your point, Terry. Either I jerk off with you right now, or you do what, fuck my son in the ass? That’s what you’re trying to tell me?”

Terrence squeezed my shoulders harder. It was not such a friendly hug anymore.

“Chill out, guys.” Martin intervened on the side.

“Exactly.” Terrence simply replied. “I’m willing to keep myself satisfied with a video of him wrecking his smooth pinky hole in his highschool, frankly, I find that super-hot. But if it was not for you, if he would be any other slut, I would be wrecking that hole myself.”

“NO!” I yelled. “Your dick… You would destroy him with that thing! No! His ass is mine!”

I was becoming hysterical. Terrence was very casual.

“Look, I had never touched a guy before you made me hot about your boy, and now what? I have to forget all about it?”

“Jesus Christ… I did not try to make you hot… It was only to… Fuck, this is so wrong!”

Terrence smiled at me and put his gigantic hand over my crotch.

“You love your step-son’s ass, right? Well, looks like we have some common interests here.” He unzipped my fly. “And it seems like Matthew Junior is well awake in your pants.”

I did not say another word but I let him slide down my trousers and then my underwear. My dick was hard indeed.

Dear Lord, I know this is so wrong but how could I deny that a part of me was loving this, and by this, I mean, all of it! Jacob being an insatiable slut, my co-workers dreaming of using him, us three jacking Ankara Sincan Eskort off in this risky place…

And above all, the fact that I was claiming my son’s ass for myself!

“I’ll just send a picture for now.” Martin said. “To give Jacob a proof of what we’re doing, I’m sure it will motivate him to go in the bathroom. If he does that, we’ll have our fun and we’ll be all good. Right, guys?”

I remained silent but I started stroking my cock.

“Should we make sure that our faces appear in the frame of the pic?” Terrence asked. “To prove that we have passed his challenge?”

“No!” Shit, I had yelled again. “I mean, Jacob will recognize my cock.” I said in a much lower voice.

Terrence and Martin laughed at my remark.

“Of course, he would!” Terry said, spitting on his humongous dick to lubricate it some more.

As if he needed that with all the precum making his cock very slimy already.

Martin took a couple of snaps of the three of us. Then, he held the phone so we could watch some more videos that my son had forwarded to them in the past couple of days. He was mostly filling his throat or his hole with the most random objects, in the last one, our tv’s remote!

The sounds of our heavy breathing and fapping were echoing in the warehouse.

“I’m only doing this to make sure that you will stay away from him. Both of you.” I stated after a while.

“You’re a good man.” Terrence said with the largest (ironic) smile.

“That’s ok, Matt, we’re just having fun. It does not hurt anyone.” Martin said.

“As long as nobody knows about this… I have to protect my family.” I insisted.

“Of course… Oh! He sent me a picture, just now. Jesus, he’s still in class.”

The snap was a blurry shot of Jacob’s classroom. I think I could recognize his math teacher in the background and Kevin, Mr. Johnson’s kid, sitting a row in front of Jake.

Fuck me, there was also Killian, the swimmer / wrestler who had told Aaron I was creeping on him, but I mean, the guy was really asking for it, there he was again, in class, wearing grey compression shorts living nothing to the imagination! Who does that?

Jacob had added a legend to the pic: “I’ll be able to leave in two minutes, I’ll call you live.”

“Look at that thing on his desk.” Martin pointed out.

My dick got even stiffer. A banana. A long, thick, and juicy banana. It was huge, at least 10 inches.

“Your boy is crazy!” Terry exclaimed. “I mean, the best way of cray! I wish there were more girls like that, really into the most messed-up stuff, but I think it is a fag thing. You were so right Martin; I was missing on so much.”

“Definitely.” Martin confirmed.

I was stunned. But there was no way to pretend that I was not loving it, I was precumming so much than some of it was falling down my work shoes.

“Do you think he really is going to do that inside of his school?!” Terrence asked me.

Of course, he would. He was sucking his swimming Coach in the middle of the locker-room when I first found out about his dirty little secrets.

“I don’t know… He is… He is kinda horny all the time.” I spoke.

“He should hurry though, Johnson is gonna wonder where we’ve been.”

Martin remarked.

Just when I had forgotten how insane this situation was, Martin had to remind me we were in the middle of a work day. Sure, the other employees were supposed to be busy in the other warehouse, but who knew who could pass by?

How did my cock manage to be that stiffed given the stressful situation I was in?! Was I really loving this? I should stop lying. The risk was definitely making me hornier!

“Hey! He’s face-timing us!”

I was not sure whether I wished Jacob would really go through with this or not, but apparently, he was serious about his dares and challenges.

Martin picked up the phone.

“Hi Jake!”

This was awkward, they were very intimate with each other. Jacob was putting headphones on behind the screen. He typed a message.

“Cannot really talk, the stalls next to me are busy.”

He was in some high school’s toilets for sure. There were dirty and stupid tags everywhere on the wall behind him: “Connor is a faggot”; “Anarchy rules, SHIT on Democracy”; “The Mayor is a closeted case!”.

Well, maybe all of these tags were not so stupid after all…

Jacob showed off the big banana. Martin turned the camera towards Terry and then towards me. My step-son had a large smile when he realized that I was there. “Daddy”, he mouthed.

Fuck, I could have nutted right there.

“So little slut, we passed your test. Your daddy is here, stroking his filthy cock with us. Your turn!” Terry said quite aggressively.

Jacob nodded his head yes and got the banana up to his lips. I was so excited. Martin and Terrence were too.

I cannot believe there was a time in my life where sexuality was only about pleasing my wife, missionary position, maybe a doggystyle once in a while, some masturbation to compensate when we were having a dry period. That was Ankara Sıhhiye Eskort it.

Jacob had taught me that sex was way more enjoyable when it was all about playing, challenging each other, taking risks, fucking assholes… Here he was, licking on the banana. We heard a guy farted in a stall next to him.

“GROSS, KEVIN!” Someone else shouted and a bunch of teenagers laughed.

Like father, like son! I thought. The Johnson’s family was really something else… But who was I to judge? I could not help but chuckle myself. This was all so surreal. And meanwhile, my step-son was fucking his throat with a banana which was now drenched with his saliva.

“Fuck, he’s good.” Martin commented.

Of course, he was.

“Look how far he can deepthroat this!” Terry said. “Well, he was able to take my huge sausage, I should not be surprised! Ahah!”

Jacob smiled through the screen. He looked so happy, gagging and slurping. A quick movement of the camera showed me that he was hard. A bell rang near him. It was time to go on to his next class. But Jacob did not seem in a hurry.

“The challenge was to shove it down your ass, boy.” Terry reminded Jacob.

No one had forgotten about this, but Jacob typed something.

Martin read it out loud:

“I want daddy to make me do it.”

This message gave me shivers all over my body. I hated Jacob for being such a slut, exposing all of our filthiest secrets to my co-workers, but at the same time, I was so proud of him and so happy that he was publicly defining me as the one who truly “owned” him.

A satisfied smile that I could not control appeared on my face.

“Good boy.” I heard me say. “Tell everyone who owns your dirty ass.” He started typing. “No, out loud! Speak up, boy. Just say the name of the person who has all rights on your hole.” I insited.

Terrence and Martin were in shock. They certainly did not know that I had this in me. To be fair, I did not know it either.

Jacob got very closed to the mic and whispered a low but very clear: “Daddy.”

“Shove that banana up your ass, son.” I commanded him.

Terrence was in awe. Who was the boss now?

As soon as I gave him the instruction, Jacob put down the camera against the wall and exposed his ass to us. The three of us were stroking our dicks like crazy.

Jacob typed down a last message before pushing the banana inside his hole.

“Challenge was to jerk off together, you need to stroke each other’s dicks.” He wrote.

He could not be serious with this one! Of course, we would never do that…

Except that upon reading this, Terrence had already grabbed my cock with his left hand!

It was the first time than another man had ever touched my dick. And he was not only touching it, he was jerking it! Hard!

“Hey, return the favour!” Terrence complained, grabbing my wrist and leading my right hand to his enormous slimy cock.

“And me!” Martin said.

Shit I was in the middle so Martin was grabbing my left hand towards his own dick. In a matter of seconds, I was holding both of their dripping cocks.

Terrence’s bone was huge, I could barely hold it, my fingers were not meeting each other. The shaft was pulsating a lot.

Martin’s dick was very fat too, I could fill very defined veins and so much precum all over his cock, spit too, Martin loved it when it was sloppy.

Jacob was seemingly overly excited seeing those three straight married men holding each other’s cocks.

Me, I felt like I had been given the short end of the stick, well, wrong expression in this instance, but you know what I mean: I was handling two big cocks while Terrence only had mine and Martin had none.

“I cannot jerk anyone off, I’m holding up the phone.” Martin justified himself.

“But keep pumping, Matt, look at your son! He loves it.”

I did have to admit that Terrence was doing an excellent job with his hand job and that helped to keep me sufficiently excited to do the same. Sure, they were both spurting precum all over my hands, but I was dripping a large amount of fluids too so I could not really complain.

Jacob sat down on the edge of the toilets. He threw his legs up in the hair, his feet were touching the walls on each side of him. He was spreading his legs as much as he could in this narrow space and then, he shoved the whole fruit inside his hole. For Christ’s sake, he swallowed it in one go, like a freaking magician!

I stroked the two cocks I was holding furiously.

“Look what you made me do, son.” I told him as I was feeling Martin thrusting his hips as if he was literally fucking my fist.

Jacob was moaning slowly; We could hear his whispers in his mic. The risks he was taking! His teachers, his classmates…

“Fuck, I’m gonna jizz!” Martin said.

I was very close too. Jacob was fucking himself with the banana, going back and forth in his wrecked asshole. The sight was marvellous. The fact that he was doing it in his highschool was even more exciting.

“Mmmm… Matt… keep on… Please… My Ankara Tunalı Eskort cockhead…”

I reached Martin’s cockhead without really registering what I was doing. Fuck. It was so sensitive there, and so wet!

“Oh yeah… Daddy… Stroke him…” My son whispered, the banana disappearing in his slutty hole.

Martin exploded in my hands. I felt the warm substance before realizing it was cum. I moved my hand away but it was too late, I was hit with several volleys of thick white loads. Terrence was rubbing my balls at the same time. I was about to lose it.

Wait… I still had that huge black baton in my right hand.

Jacob pushed the banana out of his ass and started peeling it. He really had no shame!

We could hear some people entering in the toilets next to him. Oh my God. This was so risky. But he would not give a fuck! My step-son proceeded with eating the banana, probably warm from his incursion inside his hole.

I jizzed in Terrence’s hands like I had rarely jizzed before when he gagged on the fruit.

It felt like I was draining my balls after years and years of abstinence. At the same time, the cock of the bodybuilder was reaching its climax as well.

Terrence ejaculated, spraying the entire freezer next to us, my hands and forearms, as well as Martin’s phone, and the floor with his manly juice.

Fuck, I thought that my ejaculations were impressive! Terrence was on another planet, but it was not that surprising, with balls and dick that size. The guy was cumming like he was a fountain, volleys after volleys of white milk flying everywhere.

Weirdly, I kept my hand all over Terrence shaft during the entire duration of his orgasm, until both of us were done with releasing our loads. Jacob cut abruptly the video on his side. I prayed that he had not gotten caught!

“God bless your son, Matt.” Terrence exclaimed. “GOD BLESS HIM!”

“That was insane!” Martin yelled, putting back his dripping cock in his pants.

Insane, that was the word.

I was too stunned to talk. Whatever had just happened was one of the craziest and most erotic moment of my life. I had given a double hand-job to men whom I worked with! One of them had made me blow my load! We did that while watching my own step-son fucking himself in a toilet stall!

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

Again, I had gotten carried away by my horniness but this was going way too far. I had tried to put some limits lately and look where it had gotten me, things were even more depraved now! I had to admit it to myself: I was as sick and depraved as my step-son, if not more.

I was sweating a lot and shaking nervously.

“You’re ok, fella?” Terrence asked.

“Matt?” Martin pulled my trousers back on for me. “Matt, relax.”

“What did we… What if he got caught?”

At the same moment, a loud noise came from the other side of the warehouse. Someone had opened the main door. Someone was definitely coming! Jesus, there was cum absolutely everywhere, including our clothes.

Mr Johnson was walking towards us, pissed:

“Where were ya, White? We have a fucking supplier here, he said we needed to give him a check or something. I’ve been looking for ya everywhere!”

“Sorry, boss. I was… I was just checking this…”

“I don’t care, come here, the guy is waiting for us. He’s a dull. And you two, what are you doing here, should not you be carrying this freezer to storage?”

“Sure thing.” Martin said.

Mr. Johnson had barely taken a look at us when he stopped for a few seconds, suspiciously.

“You’re ok, White? You’re all… wet.”

I was. Cum and sweat. Please Lord, make him not notice the cum stains all over the floor and the freezers. Or just the smell…

“I’ve been helping the guys out, I guess I’m not so used to manual labour anymore.”

“Ah! The paper pushers! Drenched with sweat at the slightest efforts!”

Terrence laughed.

At least, he was going along with my story.

“Well, White, get a grip and go to the gym sometimes! I thought you were well built!”

Johnson with his usual abrasiveness felt my pecs (freaking gay bottom that he was!).

“I mean, you’re no Terry but eh, I thought you could handle a little bit of physical work.”

“I can… I don’t know, I was just hot in here.”

“If you say so! Anyway, let’s go Matthew, I need ya.”

I followed him and left my co-workers behind to clean our mess.

I was still thinking about Jacob. I hoped that he was in class. Could you imagine if his principal were to call me? Or worse, call Mary?

“Yes Madam, that’s right, we have found your son recording himself, shoving a 10 inches banana up his hole. Yes. It did look wrecked already, Jacob is probably getting fucked on the regular. Looks like your son is a good old faggot. What’s that? Oh, who was on the other line of the phone call? We did see three men, one of them was a huge black guy, one of them was your neighbour, Mr. Miller, and the last one, I am sorry to tell you but no doubt that he was your husband.”

Those kinds of thoughts did not help with keeping my sweating under control.

We met with the supplier, a big guy, Terrence’s type, in Johnson’s office. When I signed off the check, I still had a huge amount of cum all other my index and middle finger. Fuck. I am sure that the guy noticed but Mr. Johnson did not seem to pay enough attention to see anything.

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I parked my car with the nose pointing to the park and the walking trails. There were about ten cars parked closest to the edge of the parking lot and three others like me at the edge of the woods. I looked over to the white Ford about twenty feet to my left and saw no one in it. To my right was a Dodge van only ten feet away with a guy in it reading a paper or something. He looked up at me, smiled and then lit a cigarette. Taking a drag, he looked at me again and blew smoke out of his window.

I watched him for a few more minutes before I got out of my car and walked to the rear where I was able to adjust my cock with hopes of giving this guy a blow job. I haven’t had any cock in about two weeks being busy at work. Having no boyfriend, finding a stud takes time. Not into ABS’s or the internet. A find like this may prove a great sexual experience for both of us. I checked my reflection in the rear window before heading to his van.

I walked slowly to the open driver’s window and looked in and saw his pants unzipped and a cum rag on the seat next to where he sat. I smiled at him and softly asked, “How you doing?”

Showing no shame he smiled and said, “A lot better if I had some help.”

He pulled out his cock and jerked it a few times. My eyes got big in seeing a beautiful mushroom head attached to five inches of hard fuck muscle with a neat brown bush of hair. My mouth watered. I reached in with my right hand and took hold of his shaft.

“That is a beauty,” I said looking into his brown eyes. “I’m Brian and I may be able to help you. Do you live around here?” I continued to caress the mushroom head of the now thick six-inch cock.

He smiled at me and with a low sexy voice said, “Yes. Not far from here. We can go there now. Would you like that?” With his right hand he reached Ankara Kızılay Eskort up and touched my face gently. His left rested on my hand that held his penis.

“Oh yes I would like that,” I said. “I want to feel your manhood explode in my mouth. Can I follow you now? Please?”

“Let’s go.”

I released his organ, and he started his van. I got in my car and followed him to the main road. We headed across town, and he turned onto an older city street and pass a large brick Catholic church. He turned into a driveway just to the rear of the church and parked the van next to a smaller brick building. He got out and walked up three stairs to the buildings screened in porch and waited for me to join him.

“Is this your place?” I asked looking into his beautiful eyes. He couldn’t be over twenty-six years old.

“Yes, please come in.” He opened the door to the porch to enter. There stood another older man with thin grey hair dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt. He kissed my new friend and said, “Justin, who’s your friend? Another sinner?”

“Yes Father Steven, Brian wants to adore me and ask for forgiveness.” He pulled my hand to get my body off the stairs and into the porch.

Father Steven opened the front door of the rectory, and we all entered the front room. He put his arm around me. I could feel how strong he was. About fifty but in solid shape. Next to me Justin kissed my check and asked, “Father, are we alone?”

“No, there are two new deacons waiting to offer themselves to us. Donald the nineteen-year-old sissy and twenty-year-old Tony.”

“Oh yes Tony, I pray he has a tight pussy. It’s my turn to have him all alone. You can have Brain and Donald.”

“We shall see.” Father Steven said.

My cock got Ankara Kolej Eskort hard just listening to their talk. Justin took my hand, and we walked down the hall to a staircase leaning to the basement. Steven kept grabbing my ass and said, “Oh holy father let me have some of this fine ass.”

We entered a large room with two king- sized beds. A naked man sat on each of them. My dick got harder when I saw who the blonde boy was on one of them. It was Don, my next-door neighbor’s son who was at college to become a priest. I stood looking at his sexy body as Steven undressed me and got on his knees and licked my cock. I saw Justin strip and helped Steven up to his feet and began to undress the older man. I wanted all four cocks in my mouth, and I wanted to make real sexy love to sissy Don. He was such a sexy boy-girl.

Steven had other plans for me. He pushed me unto bed with Tony. Steven’s ball hung low and full between his thighs. I held them in my hand and sucked his seven inches of hard cock. He laid down on his back and my mouth never left him. He tasted good, his precum oozed out of his piss hole and I drank it. I bobbed up and down on his pole while Tony mouth fucked the elder priest. Steven finger fucked Tony as he sucked the guy’s cock. I released the cock from my mouth and moved up to Steven’s face and kissed his check and gently pulled Tony’s meat from Steven and began to give Tony head.

Steven, rock hard got behind me and with two wet fingers shoved them into my man cunt. “Oh yes father fuck this sinner, baptize me with your hot sperm. Drill it deep into me.” Returning my cocksucker mouth to Tony the guy came like a firehose and filled my mouth with that sweet cum of his. All three of us moaned as we all shot our loads.

When Steven Ankara Maltepe Eskort removed his cock from my hole, I quickly cleaned his shaft as Tony sucked his cum from my pussy.

I looked over to the other bed and saw Brian with a video camera and smiling at me. Donald came over to me and whispered into my ear, “Make me your girl. Please? Take me home with you.”

I kissed the sissy and my hands moved all over his tender skin. “Oh yes,” I said. “I want nothing else but that.”

His tongue entered my mouth and tongue fucked my cock sucker. I got hard again wanting this boy’s cum and to slowly fuck him making him mine.

Justin came over to us and said, “Brain, you haven’t given me a blow job yet. Do me and take this bitch home with you.”

I looked at the young priest and saw Steven come and sit next to us.

“Get to work Brian,” he said. “No hands. Just your mouth.”

Justin’s cock was a beauty any man would want to blow. But now it was mine. I got to work on it with my talented tongue. I licked his shaft and moved to his hairless balls and even flicked at his anus. I bobbed up and down on the cock and used my mouth muscles to suck deep and hard on the his meat. I played with his piss hole and then deep throated his manhood until I could feel him start to shake.

“He’s going to cum for you,” Steven said. “You fucking cock sucker faggot. Drink it all bitch.”

Justin came not once but nine shots of delicious man cum. I downed it all before kissing him with my tongue still having some of his cum on it.

“Good job,” Steven said. “You didn’t use your hands. You’re a great cock sucker. Go, take Donald. But you must return here every Saturday to make love to me and Justin and anybody else who may be here.” He slowly jerked his soft cock.

“Yes, father. I’ll be here,” I said. “I love how you bless and fuck me.”

Donald and I dressed, and Justin, now dressed in a robe showed us to the porch and my car.

I opened the passenger’s door open for Donald as a man would for a woman. I got in behind the wheel and said, “Donald you will be mine.”

He blushed and only smiled.

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Was this the punishment his father had said he’d remember for his whole life? How could that be, he wondered, when the ginger plug filled him up so nicely? Unless… his mother was right and his father agreed! Having something up his rectum was the ultimate punishment, wrong and immoral! Yet he was enjoying it and there was something wrong with him?

His thoughts were in a jumble, trying to work out how, exactly, this was a punishment when he gradually felt a tingling inside his anus.

His father sat back when the plug was safely buried inside his precious son’s anus. He could clearly see that he enjoyed everything so far, for his hard cock betrayed him despite how he had struggled earlier. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the early stages of the plug so much that he was already leaking precum, his weeping erection parallel with his body. He knew that would soon change, but he could only wait and watch as the figging start to take effect. He had done his research and knew just how the carving of a piece of ginger inserted into the anus would teach his son an unforgettable lesson.

Theo’s rectum first started tingling, then itching and it gradually turned into burning. The burning kept getting worse! It was worse than eating a hot chilli on a dare. Worse than burning his hands by touching a dish straight from the oven. It was worse than he had imagined the deepest circle of hell to be.

He screamed and yelled, muffled and distorted by the gag in his mouth. “Phluuseee, duuahdd iuutt bhjunss,” he begged. He thrust his butt backwards, as if such a simple action would dislodge the offending vegetable. He tried pushing the plug out like he would excrement, but the bulb were far too large and his anal muscles were already tired and complaining from having to keep stretching to accommodate the plug. As soon as his tired muscles contracted around the plug, the pain soared higher, casting him even deeper into hell.

Seeing his father watch him calmly, he realised that he had known that the ginger would have this effect!

Everything hurt. His anus and rectum were the portal to damnation and torment. His sphincter was quivering from briefly clenching around the stem, trying to open and get away, yet resulting in it spasming around the ginger stem, with each contraction bringing more pain. His body hurt from the strange pose it was forced into. His limbs hurt from spasming so hard and trying to break out of the bondage. His wrists and ankles were hurting from fighting against the restraints. Even his cock and dangling balls hurt, both from the earlier spanking and from jerking around so wildly in his escape attempts, the now very flaccid little dick flailing wildly.

“Thud,thud, thud,” hard spanks were delivered onto his open buttocks. Theo instinctively clenched, the ginger wreaking havoc on his delicate insides, and keeping him locked in hell with each spank.

Through his tears he Ankara Gölbaşı Eskort noticed his father carving on another ginger finger. The tears blurred his vision and he couldn’t see what he was carving, but the fear had him scream nonsensical gibberish into the gag.

A hand on his shoulder held his body still as the other wielded a blunt stump of cut ginger. The cool, smooth sensation was the only nice thing he could feel at this moment in his personal torment. His overworked brain failed to make the connection as his father first rubbed the one small nipple and then the other with the peeled end of the ginger. Through his sobbing tears and ceaseless jerking, he only registered that it felt nice.

The small nipples tingled, then itched. Pain blossomed in his little nubs, and Theo pushed himself forward onto the bed, wanting to rub his tender nipples against the bedspread, as if that would stop the burning. With his arms and legs now behind his back, up in the air, he was face down, wiggling like a worm. Nothing helped, so he sobbed into the sheets, screaming into the gag.

Strong hands helped him upright after a while, but Theo was barely conscious of the change in position. He cried and writhed and screamed for a few more minuted before the hellfire in his rectum dulled into a mere piercing, stabbing pain. A minute later he was moving up the circles off hell, he was still burning, still hurting but he could see light at the end of the tunnel.

His nipples’ burning had lessened far quicker than the torment in his clenching, spasming ass that was still intimately hugging the ginger.

Where the pain started to subside, his baser urges were quickly taking over. Suddenly, through the last of the burning in his anus, the carnal hunger was awakened. His nipples tingled, and he wished he could rub them again against the bedspread so they at least may have some stimulation.

The sudden pleasure had also awakened his treacherous organ. It was slowly chubbing up, the small, flaccid dicklet of barely two inches started pushing its head through the soft folds of its foreskin, growing to his impressive, thick, 7 inch erection. As if all the pain had never happened, it stood proudly pressed outwards, like a flag waving at a parade by the position the cuffs on his wrists and ankles forced his body.

Through the last of his tears, his father came into focus again. Through the gag he once again started begging, half from fear that the plug would spontaneously start up its agony, and half because he was incredibly embarrassed to be having yet another drooling erection in front of his father, especially bad after having just endured the worst pain on earth. He was also afraid that the fact that he was once again hard and dripping from his red cockhead would mean to his father that he didn’t suffer enough, that he hadn’t learned his lesson.

Unbeknownst Ankara Haymana Eskort to Theo, his father knew that the ginger would have this effect, first the pain, then unparalleled horniness.

In a futile attempt to hide his painfully hard shaft he fell forward onto the bed again. With his face buried in the sheets, the increasing hardness of his shaft and desire for sex overrode his desire to pretend that he wasn’t having the hardest, thickest and most painful erection of his life in front of his father. He instantly began rubbing his inflamed shaft into the bedding.

The second he ground his frantic erection into the bed for stimulation, his father instantly righted him to his knees. The weeping slit at the end of his ramrod was leaking a river of silvery trails over the bedding, a string of liquid connecting his erection with the mess he already made on the sheets. He let out a moan of disappointment at the loss of stimulation for his cock. He had never been this uncontrollably horny, begging through the gag for release.

“What was that?” his father asked as Theo continued to beg and moan. “Want more? That’s great, boy! I have one more thing to make sure this doesn’t ever get you in trouble again,” he gripped the messy, wet and hard tip of his sore cock before giving it the hardest slap yet, the sound reverberating through the master bedroom. “You must suffer now so you’ll learn this lesson once and for all.”

He then picked up a small, very thin sliver of ginger, only the very top a broad base. Unlike the buttplug, there was no bulb.

“Take a deep breath, then endure your punishment like a good boy, Theo. Whenever you find yourself thinking with the wrong head,” he said as he pinched the flared head of his excitement to indicate which head were the wrong one. “Then remind yourself that this is the punishment you’ll receive for it. I trust that no girl is worth this much pain, huh?”

Dipping the slender, finger length part of the ginger into the remaining ice water, he then circled the little stem around the small, defenceless hole of Theo’s urethra.

Realizing his father’s intent with a shock, he wildly flailed his body, pulling this slick erection away, making it thud against his own abdomen.

“No, that won’t do. If you insist on disobeying me, then I will simply repeat this whole punishment until you understand how things are going to work from now on. You obey me, what I say goes. If you break my rules, disobey my orders or bring shame upon our name, then you will suffer the consequences.”

The fear of his father, of disappointing him again, of making him angry again suddenly clearly outweighed his own foolish desires and poor choices. His father loved him and was doing this to help him.

Determined to no longer rebel against his father, Theo held still, stopped his whimpering and muffled begging and flailing about. Ankara Keçiören Eskort He straightened his posture within his bindings, his wrists still attached to his ankles, knees spread far apart and his back slightly arched, presenting his cock for punishment. His cock seemed to be saluting his father, standing straight up, the lewdly erect staff wagging ever so slightly as his desire pulsed.

Satisfied with the immediate improvement in his son’s behaviour, he used a damp cloth to wipe the tears from his red eyes, the sweat from his forehead.

Dipping the ginger sound in the water again, he was about to touch it to the tiny hole again when he instead placed a small, gentle kiss on Theo’s cheek, just to let him know that he still cared about him. Refocussing on the task at hand, he went back to teasing the little urethra by running the sound the edges, letting the hereto undiscovered orifice prepare itself for the torture.

Theo shuddered from the way the sound almost tickled him in such an intimate place. Until just now, he had never even take notice that it existed, and now he was about to endure the worst pain of his life in there.

His father slowly pushed the sound in, very slightly thicker than the channel, ensuring a secure insertion. As he expected, the first tingling from the ginger brought his excited cock pleasure. Even the itching that came next enhanced the pleasure of being hard and ready, his lizard brain pleased that his organ was ready to breed, to spread his seed.

Then came the pain. The excruciating, horrible pain that locked him in his own body, with nothing existing in the world except his burning penis. Nothing else mattered… at first. Just as he was about to throw himself onto the bed to use the friction with the comforter to slide out the sound, he found purpose to the pain. His father placed a comforting hand on his chest, helping him breath through the agony.

Tears flooded his face, sweat pouring from his head even his nose felt runny as if there really were a fire within his body. Sobs escaped from his throat, muffled by the gag, but he didn’t scream of beg.

He steeled himself, enduring the pain. Pride blossomed within his father’s chest, seeing the inner transformation in his son.

After another eternity in his own personal hell, the pain started slowly lessening. Eventually, he became aware that throughout the ordeal, his father had been wiping the moisture and tears from his face, taking care of his suffering son as he learned his lesson.

Eventually the pain left him entirely and a new wave of pleasure awakened his penis, hiding in the folds of his foreskin. He suddenly felt like a thirteen year old again, having so many erections in one day.

He bit back his moans from how good it suddenly felt to have something in both his anus and his urethra. Unable to help himself, he was clenching around the thick plug, his erection raising slowly on its own.

With his father only a few short inches in front of him on the bed, as the lust boiled in his cock, working it to full rigid length, it nudged and scraped against his father’s powerful body. His father simply looked down at his son’s organ tapping against him on its journey to full, rampant length.

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Chapter Seven — Sunny Hill Wildlife

Matty could hardly believe his luck if that was what he should call Rusty walking straight toward him. After Zoey had done some quick research on Rusty’s whereabouts by checking the local gossip page that, sometimes, offered the latest rumors live, he had been armed with a general idea where the new girl might be waiting to get the king of the campus into her clutches.

He had gone there, thankful for being able to take the same wall route as before, but without having high hopes.

And yet, fate or the laws of the universe were on his side, so lo and behold, Rusty was right there, befriending the new girl. Matty had remained stuck on the wall, not knowing what exactly cockblocking implied as a general practice, until Rusty had decided to wave the girl goodbye and head over to him.

His heart beat faster, but he had the presence of mind to hike himself to his feet and keep his tail away from Rusty’s wandering hands. By how the guy was moving forward, his hands raised and his fingers moving, he was very much in the mood to either drag Matty down from the wall by his tail, scratch his back, tickle him, or all of the above.

“What’s your name, kitten?” Rusty purred as he got closer.

Name, name, oh, fuck, he hadn’t thought about it. “My name is,” he started and then he realized that he was supposed to speak in a different voice. He cleared his throat and began again in a shrilly voice. “My name is…” so, his coat was pretty slick, being latex and all, and, um, his eyes fell on a small tree nearby with some sort of decorative fruit on it, “Slicky Coolplums.”

Rusty blinked a few times and leaned on the wall with one hand while staring at him with a huge smile. “So, are your balls always cold because you have no actual fur, or are you chill as balls?”

Ah, damn, what a stupid name to choose. No going back now. Fuck. “My balls are always cool because I fear nothing,” he declared and sidestepped as Rusty tried to reach for the tip of his tail that was hanging low, feigning a casual move.

“Hmm, that’s cool,” Rusty replied. “Pun intended. Who owns you, kitty?”

Matty threw Rusty a withering look from above. “Take that back.” Could he try to hiss? Better not risk it without knowing firsthand what he sounded like. This was supposed to be seduction of some sort. “I’m a stray and proud of it.”

“Very well. I’m glad to hear that,” Rusty said in a very strange polite manner. “Then I shall be the one to domesticate you.”

Matty snorted. “I am not to be domesticated.”

“What are you to be?” Rusty continued in the same deferential way.

They were two actors playing in a very bad play.

So, the plan had been to cockblock Rusty, but right now, Matty had no idea how to continue this very strange interaction. Ah, he was supposed to play hard to get. “I do whatever I want,” he said and began marching along the wall.

Rusty pushed himself away from the wall and began to walk by his side. At least, he wasn’t getting on the wall to chase him like before. That was a good thing.

“Do you take classes here, at Sunny Hill?” Rusty asked.

“What nonsense,” Matty quipped. “I am a cat. Cats don’t go to school.”

“Wow, you’re pretty amazing. Totally into your cat persona,” Rusty praised him.

“Thank you,” Matty said primly.

He knew where to go to put some sort of barrier between him and his dutiful follower. He jumped from the wall behind the wire fence going round the vegetable garden where the biology students were conducting their various experiments on improving crops. The ground was soft under his feet, and he stopped for a moment to check where Rusty was.

Safely enough on the other side of the fence. Rusty hooked his fingers into the wire and stared at him. “I could swear you had a different hairstyle and hair color last time.”

Yeah, because this time, he had gone full cat boy. Zoey had even forced him to wear the contacts he had ordered. It was, indeed, an expensive hobby, but it served well to know that his eyes were safely hidden from Rusty’s inquisitive stares. One great thing about these contacts is that they had been made to help his eyesight, so he wasn’t in any danger of ending up making a fool of himself by falling off a wall. That, and, of course, all the balance exercises he had performed since high school.

“You have poor eyesight,” he accused and winced inside. He wasn’t one to talk.

“Nah, I think you’re just getting into it. You’re pretty shy.”

“I beg your pardon?” Matty said in the best grating voice he could muster.

“Yeah. You need to do better.”

Matty turned on his heel. “I do not take advice from a human.”

And that had been a mistake because somehow, his tail brushed by the fence and Rusty’s deft fingers caught it.

“Take your hands off me,” Matty growled at him. “Leave my tail alone.”

But Rusty already had one hand pushed through what looked like a hole in the fence and was now holding onto his tail with all his might. Matty was well aware that if he tried to pull, and Rusty pulled in the opposite direction, the tail Ankara Etimesgut Eskort might tear, or worse, tear the material where it was sewn into the rest, and most likely expose Matty’s naked ass underneath. He really needed to consider some skimpy underwear. That way, he wouldn’t have to clean the costume so thoroughly after each use.

“I’m going to scratch you,” he warned. The claws the costume came with were pretty sharp, which had been a surprise to him when trying to gauge their quality.

“I don’t mind. Scratch me all you want.”

Matty wavered. What was he supposed to do?

“All I want is to pet you,” Rusty explained. “Come closer.”

“Don’t touch my hair,” Matty warned, pointing at his wig. Being exposed so early in the game would be bad.

“No worries,” Rusty said brightly.

He didn’t like it, but those were the risks he was taking as a cat boy. He moved close to the fence. And gasped promptly when Rusty’s other hand grabbed his ass.

How on earth did he manage to put his hands through the fence so easily? Matty grabbed Rusty’s wrist, but it was so strong, and his wandering hand was kneading Matty’s ass while its owner didn’t care to conceal his delight.

“You perv,” Matty accused. Yeah, right, like he wasn’t there, while it was still light outside, dressed in a latex suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Such a hard case of the pot calling the kettle black.

“Come on, only a little,” Rusty begged. “You have an awesome ass. Do you do house calls?”

Matty gasped in outrage. Actually, Rusty’s hand on his ass felt rather nice. At least, his tail was left alone, but that was only because Rusty had different plans.

“Nice plums,” Rusty said in a low, seductive voice, as his fingers reached through the fence and touched Matty with only the tips.

Matty pushed himself away and escaped. He stood a few feet back and took in Rusty, who had an obvious look of satisfaction on his face. “House calls,” he said and scoffed. “You cannot bribe me.”

“Don’t blame a man for trying. I could leave a bowl of milk outside. Or do you prefer something stronger?”

“Stronger than your milk?” Oops, the weird things coming out of his mouth.

“Point taken,” Rusty said and his eyes flashed with mischief. “Are you challenging me to fill an entire bowl? That might take some time.”

Matty crossed his arms and turned his head to one side, while setting his chin high. “Your human perversions do not interest me.”

“That’s all right,” Rusty said. “I’m sure we can find common ground. Walk you home?”

“You grabbed my ass, and now you’re asking this?”

“It’s the least I can do since you won’t let me buy you… I mean, make you dinner.”

Matty shrugged. “I am not so silly as to lead you to my hiding place.”

“Good point. When will I see you again?”

Matty was already putting distance between them, and it looked like Rusty didn’t feel like scaling the wire fence and coming after him. The chances were that he would get caught if they were to go for a race in the open vegetable field. Was this enough to cockblock Rusty for the entire evening? Should he dally some more? But he was supposed to play hard to get, and except for the ass-grabbing incident, things had gone rather well so far.

“Only if you play nice,” he shouted back.

“I’m the nicest dude in the land,” Rusty assured him.

“I know who you are, Mr. King. The moment I turn my back, you’ll be in someone’s panties.”

“Not tonight. All this talk about milk made me hungry. But if you want me to play nice, you’ll have to give me something in return.”

“Like what? More petting?”

“Yeah, why not? And maybe meeting without a fence between us.”

“We’ll see,” Matty replied and waved.

“Goodbye, Slicky Coolplums,” Rusty shouted after him.

Matty hunched his head into his shoulders from the cringe. Great. He was stuck with that stupid nickname now.

***

What do you know of local wildlife, boys and girls of Sunny Hill? Just like you, we thought that unless you count the somewhat reprobate behavior of the football team after a win, there was none of it.

We bring you great news, dear audience. We do have wildlife here, on campus! So far, only one specimen has been spotted, but who’s to say that there are not more.

We are talking about a cat boy. Yes, a cat boy, complete with ears, tail, and claws. How sharp those are, we cannot say. But we are willing to pay grandly for any reports on spotting him and any additional information. How? Let’s say that we’ll forgive you for all those times you ended up puking your guts out after a party, or all the promises you made not to fall for the same wrong guy or girl again. Take advantage of our generous offer. It’s for a limited time only.

“Oh, wow, Rusty wasn’t talking out of his ass,” Kane commented. “We have a cat boy on campus.”

“When do I ever talk out of my ass?” Rusty asked with emphasis. “I told you the cat boy was real.”

“Did you summon him with the power of your mind?” Dex intervened in the conversation.

They Ankara Etlik Eskort were enjoying leftovers from dinner the night before, and they were still better than anything else Rusty would normally have eaten. Jonathan could always become a chef if the chemistry thing didn’t pan out.

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Maddox was holding Jonathan close and nuzzling his neck while they were both leaning against the countertop.

Rusty observed them with a sour look on his face.

“Is there a chance,” Kane began again, “that you actually put on a cat boy suit and pranced all over the campus at night?”

Rusty gave his housemate a look he hoped appeared insufferable enough. “No, Kane the Bane of all sexy fantasies. What would be the point of that?”

Kane shrugged. “I don’t know. So that you can fulfill your crazy-ass fantasy and touch yourself all over.”

“For your information, I like it better when someone else does the touching.”

“Something you are said not to have indulged in lately,” Dex reminded him.

Rusty took in his friend who was grinning at him like he knew some awesome joke and didn’t care to share. “You’re all a bit too curious about my sex life.”

“It’s not our fault you are practically having it out in the open. We couldn’t dodge being kept up to date with your latest conquests even if we wanted to,” Dex pointed out.

Maddox and Jonathan were sharing some private joke, because they were giggling and kissing.

“You two, move away from each other,” Rusty told them. “You’re giving me a boner.”

Jonathan straightened up and tried to move away, but Maddox pulled him back. “Don’t worry about this ass. Watching paint dry gives Rusty a boner.”

“True,” Rusty admitted. Still, the two lovebirds were totally getting on his nerves. Not in a very bad way, but still. They indulged in too much touching of each other, while — Dex was right about one thing — he was getting derailed by a certain cat boy and also, by his tutor who used safe words all randomly.

“So,” Kane brought him back from his musings, “Xpress doesn’t seem to know much about this cat boy. Did you get your hands on him?”

“Yes, a bit,” Rusty replied and admired his non-existent manicure for a moment. That just helped him remember how sharp those claws had looked. They were probably sharp enough to hurt nice and good. Hmm.

“Enlighten us,” Kane said in a fatherly tone. “What did you do with him?”

“Scared him away, without a doubt,” Dex quipped.

“Yeah, right.” Rusty snorted and turned in his chair, away from his nosy friends. He wanted to focus on remembering the very pleasant sensation of having that shapely buttock filling his hand so well. Too bad he hadn’t been able to examine the plums at length.

“It’s not like you to keep it to yourself,” Maddox pointed out. “Spill the beans already.”

Jonathan cupped his boyfriend’s cheek to turn his attention back to him. “Guys, let’s leave Rusty some room to breathe. If he’s not comfortable with telling us all the details, we’re not supposed to corner him.”

“Thank you, dear sir,” Rusty said and saluted. “Well, I know more than Xpress. I know his name.”

“Really? What’s he called?” Maddox asked.

Rusty smiled triumphantly and turned back around in his chair to take in everyone. “Slicky Coolplums,” he announced.

A moment of silence followed, and then all the assholes in the room burst into laughter. Even Jonathan giggled discreetly and tried to hide it behind his hand.

“What? It’s an awesome name for a cat boy,” he protested. “He’s very slick, and I also tested his plums a little. They’re perfectly cool.”

“You touched his balls?” Kane was holding his belly with one hand.

Rusty wiggled his index and middle fingers. “Just a bit. There was a wire fence between us.”

“Your sex life just got incredibly interesting,” Dex commented.

“My sex life,” Rusty pronounced with emphasis on each word, “is always incredible.”

“Maybe,” Dex said with a shrug. “But not that interesting. This is all very new.”

“And a little bit–” Jonathan added and then stopped, his face scrunched up in thought.

“Gay?” Rusty supplied.

“Hetero-challenged, maybe?” Jonathan offered and winced.

Rusty waved. “Don’t try your hand at what you’re not good at, Johnny boy. Stick to the kitchen. New words are not your thing.”

“Did you just send my man to the kitchen?” Maddox gasped in feigned outrage.

“Say everything you want, Maddie, but your man belongs to the kitchen, and the kitchen belongs to him.”

To his surprise, Kane and Dex added agreements of their own, chiefly concerning the food quality. Good thing it was senior year, and Jonathan was bound to practice most of his cooking skills at their house. It would be hard to go back to normal food afterwards.

Afterwards was a time far away, and Rusty didn’t want to think about it anyway.

“And you don’t mind it?” Kane started a new line of questioning.

“Mind what?” Rusty asked.

“This obsession with touching cat boys’ plums,” Kane replied Ankara Gaziosmanpaşa Eskort promptly.

“Cat boys are a totally different thing,” Rusty argued. “It’s their personality I’m interested in the most. You know, what makes them purr, what makes them scratch, all that.”

“And kissing your tutor… oh, sorry, letting yourself be kissed by your tutor,” Kane continued, “that belongs to what category?”

“The category of ‘none of your damn business’,” Rusty replied with a plastic smile. Well, that was a bit worrying, maybe, if he had the time to think about it, which he didn’t. “Actually, it’s charity work. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m helping Matty turn into the most awesome gay butterfly you ignoramuses have ever seen.”

“Why?” Dex asked in obvious confusion. “Why would you want to turn Matthew Han gay?”

“He’s already gay, you must have enough wax to make a dozen candles in your ears. I’m making him an awesome gay.”

“Butterfly,” Jonathan added for precision’s sake.

“What he said,” Rusty said and pointed at Jonathan. “Otherwise, he’s going to finish college with his bum untouched.”

“So, you’re touching his bum for this reason only?” Kane asked.

Rusty rolled his eyes. “Talking to you is like running in circles. I repay his tutoring lessons with helping him discover his inner gay superpowers of having any dude he wants. By the way, Maddie and cook extraordinaire, I saved you two. He’s not going to steal either of you. We shook on it.”

“We weren’t included in this little deal of yours?” Kane asked and pointed at him and Dex.

“No,” Rusty said with satisfaction. “Kane, you’re safe, since you’re a lifer and all. But if Matty wants Dex, it’s going to be fun watching you get jealous.”

Dex grunted. Kane sighed.

“What if the student ends up outplaying the teacher?” Jonathan intervened.

“Not gonna happen,” Rusty replied. “He’s three years behind me. I’ll allow him to be the king of gay hookups, but, you know, that’s niche. I don’t fear him getting more famous than I am.”

Jonathan frowned and tried to find the right words. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

Rusty smacked his hands on the table. “I don’t know about you, boys, but I have places to go and people to see. All that. Thanks for the food, Jonathan. Chef’s kiss.” To make it clear, he brought three fingers to his mouth and smooched them loudly.

Also, he needed to make a board. One for setting powerful traps meant for cat boys. A cat boy.

***

What did he know so far about the cat boy? Rusty examined the white board in front of him and gestured artistically with the black marker right above the pristine surface. Once he had put his mind to making the board, gathering the supplies needed had been easy. Sure, he had to keep everything under wraps until he reached a conclusion, and when anyone else was in the room, he would just turn the board to face the wall.

First of all, he knew the cat boy’s name. Sure, it was only his name as a feline, and said nothing about the Sunny Hill student hidden underneath, yet it was an invaluable piece of information. Rusty wrote it down dutifully. What else did he know? Well, the cat boy was, indeed, a male. Those balls felt real, and overall, he looked male.

Next. His height. Rusty had had the time to gauge it while they had measured one another with the wire fence between them. Five foot nine or ten? That was a good enough estimate. He wrote it down, as well.

Real hair color. The wig was a stark pink color, which helped with identifying the cat boy from afar, but what lay underneath was a different thing. It had been dark enough the first time he had chased the cat boy down, but he could tell his hair color wasn’t too light, nor too dark.

Ass. Rusty nodded. A little plump, a little perky. Just right. Although he could have worn special padding underneath. That wouldn’t be too unusual.

Voice had to go to downsides. Rusty dragged a long line to separate the section. Yeah, that voice was good enough to scratch ears.

Personality. A bit timid, but brave and getting into his cat persona with definite enthusiasm. That was a plus. Not much to say about his face, as the mask rode down over his cheeks. The contacts were pretty awesome, though. Golden cat eyes. Top notch. Those had to be expensive.

Another thing had to be mentioned. Despite a bit of hissing, the cat boy hadn’t seemed easily shaken by Rusty’s risky propositions. Actually, it was as if he knew how much to allow and when to pull away to keep things interesting.

A knock on the door made him flip the board in an instant. “Come in,” he called out loudly.

Dex walked in but looked around warily as if he expected strange things or creatures to jump at him from every corner.

“Yeah?” Rusty asked, using as much insolence as he could muster. That should give Dex an idea about what to do next, which was walking out the same way he had walked in.

“A certain team misses a certain power forward at practice,” Dex cut straight to the chase.

“So…” Rusty could feel the tips of his fingers tingling. He wanted to ignore Dex and get back to his cat boy board. It was such a case of hidden identity, a mystery waiting to be solved. But in due time. Rusty had nothing against a game of cat and mouse, and he didn’t intend to be the mouse. It was more like cat versus cat. Or was he a dog, because he was so horny all the time? Not when he was thinking —

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The offer to stay with Joe and his dad had been made by Joe but I wanted it rubber stamped by Danny, not that I foresaw a problem. Anything but, in all honesty. I could just imagine Danny leaping with joy, knowing he had constant access to my cock. I just needed to ensure that Joe got most of my attention.

As I had expected, Danny was delighted at my news.

“Maybe we can persuade you to move in permanently.” Danny flirted.

“Only if you suck my cock every day.” I joked.

“That’s settled then, you’re never leaving.”

Danny seemed serious and I stopped playing the game.

Joe and I went to bed early. We lay with my arms around his waist and I spooned him, my hot cock rubbing his smooth white butt. I so wanted to fuck him but it would be in his time, not before. As I kissed his neck he seemed to read my thoughts.

“I want you inside me when we’re away. Consider it our honeymoon.” Joe sighed.

I held him tightly, then rolled him onto his back. I stopped to look down on him, his beautiful, slight, chalk-white body, his long blonde hair making him him look a little girly but the part I couldn’t pretend was not a man’s, was his long hard penis. Just looking at it made me shiver.

I started to stroke it and then spoke words I never expected to utter.

“Maybe, on our honeymoon, you can fuck me too.”

“Oh Chris, do you mean it? Joe asked excitedly.

“Yes Joe, despite your dad’s involvement it’s you I really want…….Fuck! Is that me admitting I’m gay now?”

Joe laughed. “If you aren’t, you’re doing a bloody good impression.”

I laughed and went for his cock with my mouth.

I loved the taste of his velvety knob and ran my tongue slowly around it. I licked the length of his shaft again and again. Ankara Emek Eskort His girly moans just made be more horny. and I carried on pleasuring him, realising all the while how much I wanted him.

Joe’s balls were full and yet were so soft and smooth in texture.

I set about sucking him with a manic fervour and I knew he would spurt soon, which he did. Four long ropes of cum were shot into my mouth and throat.

I swallowed all but the last, which I kept to share as we kissed again.

We held each other tightly that night, waking every so often. I just loved kissing him all over and especially on his gorgeous cock. I made him cum twice more throughout the night, devouring what seed he had left. By morning we were both exhausted and Joe was sound asleep. We both lay uncovered when, suddenly, his door edged open and there was Danny, wearing nothing but a lecherous smile.

“Well, at least two people have had a fun night.” He sounded mock-hurt.

“Danny, get out! I’ll come through in a minute.” I hissed.

“Promise? Lover boy.” Danny pouted.

“I just have to call the work, explain why me and Joe will be late.”

I called up, knowing George would answer.

“George? Morning, it’s Chris here. Just let Howard know we’re going straight to a site visit.”

“Straight up Joe’s arse, more like.” George retorted, bitterly.

The loudspeaker on the the phone was on and Danny swiped it away from me. He surprised me by putting on a deep manly voice.

“George, this is Joe’s dad. If I ever hear you saying shit like that again, I’ll snap you like a twig.”

There was a stunned silence before George regained his composure.

“Just banter, sir. I do apologise.” George said, Ankara Eryaman Eskort grovelling.

When we hung up, I burst into laughter.

“Well played Danny! That was amazing.”

“Come on and give me my reward.”

He took me by the hand and led me into his room. The door had barely closed before his lips were on mine.

“Do I taste cum?” He asked dirtily.

“You know it is.” I answered flatly.

“My little Joe’s been spunking in your mouth.” Danny said dreamily.

His next words made me certain that I needed to get Joe away from his dad.

“Wish it had been my mouth.”

I should have stopped things there but I’m afraid that I gave in to temptation and allowed Danny to put his lips around my cock. He took things slow, making it last. He was making noises as he sucked that I knew would travel through to Joe, if he was awake. I was sure it was a deliberate act but I couldn’t deny it was turning me on.

I held his head and pushed it on to me, making Danny gag just a little but he was soon able to suck like a demon.

When I realised I was going to cum, I pulled out of his mouth and told him he was getting a facial. He had his mouth open and tongue hanging out like a pet dog on a hot day. I fired my load over his face, on his tongue, smearing my cock over his cheek.

If Danny was hoping I’d lick it up, he was to be sadly disappointed, as I made my way to the bedroom door, telling him curtly that I was going to shower, alone!

After showering and dressing, I started to eat the bacon and eggs that,an awake now, Joe had prepared.

Danny entered the room with spunk still on his face.

“It’s still here if you want it.” Danny said dirtily.

“Stop embarrassing Ankara Esat Eskort yourself, for Joe’s sake.” I pleaded.

Joe was silent but I sensed he was hurt.

As we drove away, Joe finally spoke up.

“I can’t believe he just did that. It was like he was taunting me.”

“It was way out of order.” I agreed.

“I’m having second thoughts on our arrangement.” Joe mused.

“Me too. Joe, you have to believe me when I say it’s you I want, not your dad.”

“I do believe you Chris. Dad’s managed to manipulate things his way.”

We found excuses for Joe to stay at my place until Friday. It didn’t stop Danny from sexting me constantly.

Joe and I loved the time on our own and it gave us a chance to explore each others bodies tenderly.

I loved his soft young skin, which was beginning to grow a small white down. His nipples were things of beauty. I had experience of many women’s tits but the size of Joe’s nipples, when erect, was wondrous.

I took the chance to gently introduce some ass play, without going the whole way.

Joe loved me rimming him and I loved doing it. He would lift his legs, revealing his pink button surrounded by white skin. We had agreed that I would take his cherry when we were away but it was hard to resist.

As we lay in bed after a glorious sucking session, Joe hit me with a question.

“Do you really enjoy my dad sucking your cock?” He asked innocently.

I took a moment to think and answer.

“Joe, if it wasn’t for me and you, I’d never have met your dad. I’d be lying if I said I don’t like my cock being sucked but my big preference is you doing it.”

Joe nodded, as if taking my words in.

“If we split up, would you still have sex with him?” Joe queried.

“God no! And lets not talk about us splitting up!”

Joe brightened up at that and we smooched a little.

All the things I used to enjoy with women were now replaced by Joe. I was either bi or had been a closet gay for years, I mused as I stroked his hardening cock.

I couldn’t wait for our work trip away.

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It had long been a dream of mine to serve in the medical field. My grandmother had become ill shortly after my 12th birthday and it compelled me to be closer to her. I cherished the moments we shared, even as I watched helplessly as she became a shell of what she once was. When she passed, I was distraught, but by that time, I was no stranger to tragedy. I lost my father at a young age to a car accident. I was raised by my mother for the most part. It was a tough life. I was an only child, and often times, lonely. When I turned 18, it was as if I won my freedom and I was more than ready to move on with my life independently.

Since we were relatively poor, I looked into nursing as a quicker way to start making money while also working in the dream field. After a 2 year associates program, I began hunting for jobs, although with my degree, this proved fruitless and frustrating.

I signed on with a home health company, one that also provided 24/7 nursing care to the privileged few who could afford it. It paid exceedingly well, and the company I signed with also paid a stipend towards furthering my education and becoming an RN. It was quite a break for me. I moved out of the apartment I shared with my mother and moved into my own studio in a city far away from home.

Now, a bit about myself. I graduated high school with full honors, lettered in swimming and cross country. My standoffish nature was somehow a turn-on for girls. I suppose they thought I was “mysterious”. Nonetheless, my popularity amongst the ladies soared to the point of making the jocks jealous. If only they knew…

For reasons they’d never understand, the attraction was unrequited. I was into the very jocks who were jealous of me, ironically. To be honest, I was not interested in much at all. I kept myself busy to keep my mind off of the stress at home and getting involved romantically or sexually was not something I was amenable to at the time. My focus was primarily on advancing my career on a fast track and to start making real money.

That being said, I did take care of myself. In school, I was a star on the swim team and also did well in cross country. I also lettered in track and field. At 5’7″ and 135 pounds, I was not big, but chiseled and with a naturally smooth body. I had long, shapely legs and washboard abs which I worked obsessively to maintain. My olive brown skin, big brown eyes, long, curly hair and sharp features made me more of the “cute guy” type who made women blush. This popularity took a new turn once I entered the professional field at the ripe age of 20.

Amongst the older crowd, I realized that not only was I a magnet for women, men also seemed to take notice. When I was still a student, I didn’t let it affect me too much, especially when it came from patients. Usually, it was innocent, a comment about how cute I was or how I reminded him/her of someone special. Even though the comments came from much older folks, typically those over 50, it was still flattering to me.

Fresh out of training, I received my first contract. It was to care for an elderly gentleman, Robert Thomas, 93. He was wheelchair-bound and had dementia. Wore a diaper, was a transfer assist to bed, but it seemed like it was a low acuity, low effort job. Paid exceedingly well, though. There had to be a catch in there somewhere…

My first day on the job, I arrived at 8:30 AM sharp. The bungalow sat at the end of a cul-de-sac in an upper class neighborhood. The lots were huge and mature, sprinkled with mature trees and other vegetation. It was an older subdivision, all the residents seemed stately as they sauntered down the sidewalk waving to one another on their morning walks.

The driveway was as wide as it was long. A massive, two-storey shed was at the far end of the driveway, facing a large greenspace that surrounded a lake. It was more akin to an industrial shed, as it was enormous. This was where I parked my tiny 2-door sedan. These folks were obviously loaded. Anxiety was starting to overcome my thoughts as I adjusted my scrubs and made my way up the beautifully appointed hardscaped path to the main door where I rang the bell.

“Coming!” I heard a woman call out, followed by brisk clacks of heels on a marble floor. The door opened, “Hello? Hi there! You must be Ash? Is that right?” A middle-aged woman answered the door. Her short brown hair outlined an attractive face. She looked to be in excellent shape, even her conservative attire couldn’t mask her endowments.

“H-hey! Yess…Ash is right! You have a nice house, Mrs. Thomas,” I replied back, my wide-eyed look as I gazed around provided proof that I wasn’t bullshitting. It was an older house that had been completely gutted to bring it up to the standards of plush modern luxury. From the two-story foyer with the floating staircase to the marble tiles and accented walls, it looked like they spared no expense. It looked like it belonged in a designer magazine.

“Well, come on in, make yourself at home! I’m Linda, I’m Robert’s daughter-in-law. Bo, his son, should be joining us soon. Have you had Ankara Dikmen Eskort breakfast? Coffee?”

I was not a nervous eater. “I’m fine, but thank you,” I declined politely.

“Straight to business, I like it!” A man’s deep voice boomed from atop the stairs. A man, probably in his late 60s, early 70s squinted down at me. He was wearing a robe over some pajamas, his balding head was clinging on to a few strands of gray-white hair. He had a neatly trimmed, thick, pearly white mustache. He was built like a tank, with a short, thick neck and broad shoulders. He had a gut, but over all, seemed to carry his weight well. I was never into older men, although this one looked like he used to be a jock when he was in high school.

He came down the stairs with the authority of an alpha male. His presence changed the complexion of the scene as his wife fell silent as she too, gazed upon her husband, though I sensed it was not out of admiration.

He stuck out a big, hairy, beefy hand, “Bo. Nice to meet you, son.” I simply gave him my hand as I let out a gulp. He was gigantic. 6’4″ at least, a solid 300 pounds of pure alpha, silverback masculinity stood in front of my petite, girly frame.

“Y-yes, sir…nice to meet you as well,” my voice cracked ever so slightly at the end. His grip lingered as he kept his deep-set eyes intensely focused on me before releasing.

“My father is nearing the end of his days. He owned a trucking company before selling it and using the money to start his own consulting firm, which I used to run until I gifted it to my daughter. I’m mostly retired now, though.” He paused briefly to make eye contact with me, before continuing,” I need someone to take care of all of his needs, which is why you’re here,” he motioned towards a man sitting in a wheelchair in the living room.

“24/7 care means, 24/7 care. By you, no one else,” his nostrils flared as he glared at me while driving that last point straight into my nerves. The catch was revealed. I suppose I was going to serve as more of a nurse nanny as opposed to a nurse.

“Ash, we did quite a bit of research,” Linda eased the mood with her softer tone. “This was not our first rodeo. We have been left at the altar one too many times and we wanted someone who was truly invested in taking care of Robert.”

“Your company said you were a new grad, wanting to make inroads into a new field and you want to become an RN someday, is that right?” She smiled at me as she spoke.

“Uh-huh, yes…that’s the plan!” I answered, still processing what all of this was going to require of me, exactly. Bo kept his eyes on me, studying me as I spoke with Linda before suddenly and silently wandering off, leaving Linda to introduce me to Robert.

“Hi, Daddy! Look who I have here! It’s your nurse. His name is Ash!” Linda yelled into Robert’s ear. He let out a short grunt, letting us know he had heard enough.

“He’s just being moody! Men!” Linda rolled her eyes. She rolled Robert down the hall. “Here’s his room,” she opened a door that led into an anteroom, before opening another door that led directly into his quarters.

It was a large and well-appointed room. A hospital bed was near a large bay window with a beautiful view of the greenery and the mountains in the distance. A heavy-appearing mahogany desk was up against the wall at the other end of the room and a door leading to the bathroom was right next to the desk. There was a mini-fridge and a kitchenette, complete with an electric stove and microwave that completed the room. “Not too shabby for a man living his last days!” I thought to myself.

“Daddy, I’m going to take Ash to show him his room, ok?!” Linda yelled into his ear one more time.

I gazed upon Linda as I walked behind her. Her midi dress was light and airy, much like her voice, her legs long and toned, hips wide. Her ass jiggled as her heels hit the floor, her dress accentuated the movement. She had the perfect body, if I was into women, she’d be a prime target.

Turning past the living room and down a short hallway, there was bedroom, presumably for me. Compared to Robert’s kingly abode, this was quite ordinary. A 12×12 space, one twin bed, one dresser and mirror, one tiny desk against a small 4×6 window overlooking the shed. “At least I get an attached bath!” I thought, almost feeling sorry for myself.

The first couple of months went by without a hitch. I had settled into a routine with Robert, bathing him in the morning, changing out his diaper, and dressing him for breakfast, which had to be hand-fed because of his advanced dementia. The work wasn’t challenging, physically nor mentally. It was actually mind-numbing although I did have some time which I used for completing online courses and other activities like running and fitness. I did have the freedom to go back to my apartment or visit my mom, although I had to give a 48 hour notice, unless it was an emergency.

As time went on, I started to understand the dynamics between Linda and Bo. Even early on, it was obvious that they did not Ankara Alemdağ Eskort get along. It was not unusual at night to hear them arguing upstairs in their bedroom. On some nights, I could hear Bo thundering down the steps and out the door and into his shed where he’d spend the night. They shared a daughter, Misty, whom I had seen perhaps once or twice during my first two months living in their house. She had moved upstate to be closer to their company headquarters and seldom came to visit. “Money isn’t everything!” I reminded myself.

One morning I woke up, a bit later than usual, and took a quick shower. Cooler weather started to creep in, the days got a little bit shorter, and this affected my routine somehow. Thankful for the privacy of my attached bathroom, I dried off and tossed my towel on the floor before stepping out, completely naked.

I admired myself in the mirror, but also somewhat disappointed at the lack of hair on my body. Puberty neglected me, it seemed. My long legs were nicely toned, but smooth and shiny, as were my nether regions. My eyes were focused on them when I heard the thundering sound of heavy footsteps. I tiptoed to the window and was immediately startled by the sight of Bo, as his massive frame lumbered past my window.

My face turned a shade of pale I didn’t know I had in my color palette as we both made eye contact. He was wearing an unbuttoned thick flannel shirt on some overalls. He squinted at me through the window, lowering his eyes to my penis, studying it along with the rest of my body. He lingered, a faint smirk slowly forming, before he turning away, giving me a wave of his hand.

I dropped to my knees in a panicked frenzy, trying to find my underwear. It was obviously too late. Bo saw me completely naked. “Why did he stare at me for so long? Why did I LET him stare at my naked body?” Angry with myself, I slipped on my boxers and slammed the blinds shut. Just out of curiosity, though…

I cracked them open to sneak a peek, and sure enough, he had turned back to look at me. “Ohhh!” I gasped, nearly tripping over my desk chair. My face blushing from shame and embarrassment, I couldn’t decide if this should make me feel good or bad.

Linda was still the one person I was most comfortable being around. Although I wasn’t much of a talker, she put me at ease with her friendly, sweet attitude. It was always sad to see that disappear whenever Bo entered the room.

One Friday night, I was feeling particularly adventurous and I felt like grabbing a beer. I was already dressed for bed, so I didn’t want to wander around their house as they usually entertained guests on Friday evenings. It was an urge I wanted to kill, therefore a trip to their kitchen was a risk I was willing to take. I was in my silk boxers and a tank top as I tiptoed barefoot into their kitchen and flipped on the lights.

My heart stopped for a second, Bo was sitting at the counter, beer in hand. The sight of the large man scared the daylights out of me.

“Ohh god! I didn’t know you were in here! I’m so sorry!” I panicked as I struggled to flip the lights back off.

“Don’t mind me, boy!” Bo said in a gruff tone. “You thirsty or somethin’? You can turn ’em back on if you want.”

“It’s fine…was just gonna grab a beer if you were okay with it?” I asked, my voice still shaky from the startle.

“No need to ask, boy. You’re of age, aren’t you? Bottom shelf,” he responded.

I quickly found a can and shut the fridge, hoping to slink out of the kitchen the other way. “Well, you can join me, y’know? I won’t bite!” Bo said, a bit louder this time, loud enough to vibrate my insides.

“Umm..s-sure…yes, sir!” I let out a nervous laugh as I glanced around the dark kitchen. With slow, deliberate steps, I tiptoed over to sit next to him on one of the stools.

“We don’t get to talk much. Somehow, I feel like I’ve had less free time in retirement. Don’t know how that works,” Bo started. “Anyway, how do you like it here, so far? We treatin’ you alright?”

I popped open my can and took a swig, “Yes…it’s great. Y’all are really great people, Mr. Robert’s a wonderful patient.”

“That’s good to hear, son, real good to hear. We want you to be happy. We want you here for the long haul. But anyway, about the other morning…” Bo started.

“Oh…that…oh gosh, I’m so sorry-” but Bo silenced me by holding up a hand.

“No need for apologies, boy. I just wanted to say don’t worry about it,” Bo said, before easing into a wry smile. “That said, you’re not into the ladies, are you?”

I blushed. Was it that obvious? This old fart saw right through me.

I laughed nervously, my face beet red as I looked down.

“Hey, it’s ok. I was just curious. Wanted to ask you since I had a feeling from the first day I met you,” Bo said. His tone warmed up as he set his beer down. He rubbed his hands together as he looked at me. “It’s tough, you know, with me and Linda. We haven’t slept in the same bed in years. Can’t have sex when you don’t even sleep together,” Bo Ankara Elvankent Eskort kept going.

I didn’t even know what to say to all of that, nor did I know why he felt compelled to share this with me. “I figured any bird brain could figure out that all’s not well in the Thomas household,” Bo continued. He looked at me, as I looked at my empty beer can.

“You’re still very young, 20 is a beautiful age,” Bo said, his eyes gazed off, as if thinking of a distant memory. “You work out or something? You look like you run a lot, I have seen you a few times. Some nice lookin’ legs!” He burst into a laugh before grabbing my thigh briefly before releasing it quickly.

“I-I should get back,” I started as I slowly pivoted off the stool, “I have to get up earlier tomorrow morning.”

“Hey, yeah, man…don’t let me keep you,” Bo said with a wave goodnight.

I could hardly sleep that night. I tossed and turned. So many questions, so many theories, so many scenarios burned through my head. Was he into me? Why did he talk about Linda like that? Am I supposed to do something, say something?

The next morning, I jumped up out of bed. I darted out of my room. “Shit, shit, shit! It’s 11 AM, Robert’s probably shit and pissed on himself already!” I didn’t have time to change into my scrubs. Shirtless and barefoot, my satin boxers shimmered as I ran into Robert’s room.

The fucker was yelling and cursing at the ceiling, the classic “old man yelling at the clouds” saying immediately to mind. “Oh gosh…Robert, I’m so sorry!” I rushed over to pull off his pajamas and diaper, both drenched in urine. I nearly vomited several times as I had to work quickly to clean up the mess. During my efforts, I didn’t realize that Robert had stopped yelling and had instead taken keen interest in my legs and topless body.

I was busy cleaning his penis when he started grunting and groaning loudly, clamping his hand down on mine as I tried to put a fresh diaper on him. “Robert! What are you doing?” I asked. He made direct eye contact with me and let out a leery grin. “What? What do you mean? Robert?”

He wouldn’t budge. Fucker was strong as an ox, even if he didn’t look it. I couldn’t take my hand off his penis. Slowly, he began to take my hand and stroke himself. Shockingly, his dick began to harden. “Please, don’t. Robert, come on! Don’t be naughty!”

“What’s going on in here?” A deep voice boomed from the doorway. It was Bo. I was bent over, my ass facing him. Embarrassed, but unable to muscle my hand away from Robert, I could only turn sideways to look at Bo.

Bo was staring at my body once again, his face was turning red. He licked his lips as he kept his focus on me. “What’s Dad makin’ you do? He bein’ a perv?”

“Uh-huhh!” I let out an exasperated reply.

He let out a boisterous laugh. “You strut in here lookin’ like that, he’s going to be a perv! He’s a horny, old fart. Just jerk him a little, few seconds of your time might give him the pleasure of a lifetime. He’s fucking 93!” To my utter shock, he turned away and strode off into the distance, slamming the door behind him.

“Fuck…this can’t be happening!” I thought to myself. I didn’t have much of a choice. Overcome with nausea, I indulged Robert, stroking him until he croaked out an orgasm into the palm of my hand. I avoided eye contact with him while I jerked him. For a wrinkly, frail-looking old man, Robert was packing. If it wasn’t for the circumstances, I would have said he had a nice, big dick. I wondered if his son Bo was similarly well-endowed. Curiosity…

Once I washed my hands and cleaned him up, he didn’t require my attention for the rest of the day.

The next day, I had to leave early to attend a certification course which involved live classroom time. This gave me a much needed break from servicing Robert. I also got a 2 day vacation from the place, giving me the chance to unwind. When I returned 2 days later, however, Robert wasn’t in his room.

“Where’s Robert?!” I asked, my voice high-pitched out of fear and apprehension.

“We had to take him to the hospital. He got COVID. You were taking such good care of him, he got sick almost as soon as you left! Poor Daddy!” Linda sounded despondent.

“Ohh no! When will he be back, you think?”

“Doctor said it might be a couple of days if we’re optimistic. Daddy is tough as nails, he’ll fight through it!” Linda replied, trying to sound upbeat.

“Gosh. Yes, I know he will,” I said. At this point, I wasn’t really seeing any reason to be here since Robert was in the hospital. It was late, however, I decided to spend the night before heading back in the morning.

That night I heard loud arguing coming from their room, followed by heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Bo. I heard the side door swing open and slam shut as he thundered out the door towards his shed. It was past midnight and my lights were out, but the blinds were still up. I hid underneath my covers as I saw his massive shadow growing bigger and bigger as he approached my window. Through my covers, I could see him leaning against the window, peaking in at me. He was in his robe, shirtless and wearing boxers, as he peered through squinted eyes. He lingered for a while. “Was he hoping I was up?” After a full minute, he slowly lumbered off towards his shed. Stealthily, I jumped up to look through the window as he disappeared into the shed.

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