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Blake agrees to spend the summer at Joe’s farm to lend a helping hand to his girlfriend’s father and make a few bucks. That sounds like the perfect plan for his jealous girlfriend. Stuck at the farm, Blake will not cheat on her while she is away… If only she knew!

All characters featured in the story are above 18.

This story is entirely fictional and only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.

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A SUMMER AT THE FARM

Chapter 5: Titties’ sucker

I followed Joe’s naked body to the living room. What a view it was, his fat muscular ass bouncing down the stairs.

He seemed to be feeling much better, probably thanks to my thorough massage.

He bent over to look for some movies to play in an old VHS player. (So retro!)

I was still very hard under my shorts, and so was Joe.

He was smashing small trinkets under the T.V. because of his gigantic cock getting in the way. Joe was apparently looking for a very specific film.

“Damn it, I’m sure it’s somewhere in there.”

Because of the way he was arching himself, once again, I had a clear view of his hairy butthole. Joe Peterson was nothing if he was not shameless!

“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help?”

“Nah, got it!” He exclaimed after a minute.

He turned around and show me a VHS cover, straight from the early 1990’s. The image had been fading away but there was definitely a naked girl there, holding up her boobs and making a “O” with her mouth.

“Elisa?” I tried to read the title.

“Exactly. Elisa Charm! That woman taught me a lot growing up!” He chuckled.

“She does look nice…”

“Oh, she is nice. So much better than the fake trashy girls we see in porn nowadays. Internet really killed the industry and plastic surgery only made things worse. But Elisa, damn, she was the real deal. Freaky at heart, beautiful green eyes, and a banging body.”

I laughed a little to hide my nervousness.

“Girls in porn all look the same.” I confirmed.

Joe turned around again and got down on his knees to insert the VHS.

I was surprised this would still be working, but it was, the film started playing immediately.

“They don’t know how to produce good erotic films anymore.”

Joe sat down in “his” armchair and I followed suit, sitting on the couch, a few feet away from him.

Joe was not touching his cock; he was casually watching the opening credits while scratching his stomach.

It had been so long since I had actually watched a porn movie. I wondered if I ever had sat through one.

Usually, I was going from clips to clips on my phone, only to get the best bits of the things I liked most. Generally, I was nutting to hard anal fucking and rough sloppy deepthroats. I loved gangbangs too, or seeing a guy nutting on a girl’s boobs.

“Aren’t you going to rub one out?” Joe asked me with his usual bluntness.

“I… I guess.”

“You do seem like you need a release, my boy.”

He stared at my crotch, or rather, at the tent in my shorts. I blushed. He grabbed his own massive dick which was still pointing towards the ceiling.

I was hesitant but he reassured me.

“Don’t sweat it, Blakey, I do need to empty these balls too.”

He rubbed his already wet cockhead.

“Yeah… We all have to, sometimes.”

“You’re touching yourself wearing your shorts? Interesting technique.” He mocked me.

“Of course, not.”

I finally removed my shorts and my boxer briefs while my girlfriend’s father was looking straight at me. My cock slammed against my top, leaving a stain of precum on the grey fabric. I took my tank top off as well and I was fully naked, just like Joe.

I felt stupid and very exposed.

Somehow though, my cock remained firmly hard.

I wondered what Joe was thinking about my dick, its size, its girth, if he was thinking anything at all. I personally was thinking about his monster cock a lot, way more than I should probably have.

We did not talk much. What was there to say?

The film was rather boring at first, a beautiful woman waking up in her bed, not even naked. She drank her coffee until she realized that there was a leak under her sink.

The following scene where Elisa Charm bent over to look at the pipes and the camera slowly gave us a close up of her ass, only covered by a very thin white pair of sexy lingerie did catch my attention.

I have to say, I was expecting a better scenario for Joe’s favourite porn movies of all time.

The plumber’s storyline… Really?!

He seemed to like it though; he was now stroking himself. Using both of his large farmer hands.

I was watching him from the corner of my eyes.

To be honest, I may have been glancing at Joe more than I was watching the movie. It was very impressive to see his cock getting massaged this way, especially when precum started to form at the tip of his pole and slide down his balls.

Most of the guys would have considered this type of fluids as a thick and full load of sperm but for Ankara Çukurambar Eskort Joe, it was only precum.

Just imagining how white and creamy his actual spunk must have looked like, I got the overwhelming urge to see him nut!

What the fuck was I thinking?

I looked back at the movie. The plumber had arrived, or rather, the plumbers. Two macho hairy guys, wearing nothing under their blue overalls.

Typical.

They had to look under the sink to assess the damages. Weirdly, the camera also did close-ups on their ass. The woman was watching them do their thing. She started to slide her hand in her panties, it was suggested more than anything else.

The movie alternated between Elisa Charm caressing herself and the two guys, working on fixing that damn leak, taking more and more suggestive poses under the sink, dropping their overalls, until they were showing off their ass-cracks.

“The Plumber’s smile” as they say.

Frankly, at some point, the camera focused so long on the two guys sweating and bending over that it looked like this was turning into a gay porn. Not that I had ever watched a gay porn…

Okay, I may have stumbled onto some clips, sue me, that’s just how the internet works!

“Yeah, go ahead, get your pussy all wet looking at those big guys!” Joe commented next to me.

Oh great, now I was about to have the audio-description as well.

I glanced at Joe again. He was no longer stroking himself per se, although his uncut dick kept on releasing a large amount of precum down his — from what I could assess — more of eleven-inches shaft.

Instead, Joe was slightly rubbing his right nipple and massaging his (massive!) balls with his other hand.

My dick throbbed.

I loved some nipple play myself, always made me feel good when I was jerking-off, and I thought that Joe was giving me the green light to caress my own pecs.

I did and I looked back at the television. The girl was making out with one the plumbers. He spat in her mouth. That was hot. She spat back. That was wild.

“Told you, she can get freaky.” Joe spoke.

This time, he was addressing me directly. I thought that I should say something.

“Yeah, she’s definitely very hot.”

“Hey, prick!” He barked at me.

I jumped in my seat.

“Don’t go too far, you’re still committed to my daughter, aren’t you? You have to respect Liv, okay!?”

Shit. His princess.

I nearly shit myself and stopped jerking off immediately.

“Joe… This has nothing to do with…” I was so stressed out that I could not make up a clear sentence.

When I looked back at him, he was laughing his ass off.

“I’m only kidding, pal. Liv’s made her choice going to the UK, you’re not gonna have blue balls for three months! A man has his needs! Her loss!”

As often, I was not too sure how I was supposed to react.

This may have been a trap.

“Look, Joe. You know that I respect your daughter very much.”

“Shut up, Blake. I told you, I was kidding! Grab your freaking wiener and stroke it, this is chill time, we have worked all day.”

Phew.

We were all good.

I obliged and went back to jerking my dick off. I followed Joe’s lead and spat in my palm and on my cockhead to make it slimier. I was also playing with my nipples.

My cock, however thick and long, could not compare to Joe’s abnormally fat and long tool. I had to consciously stopped myself from looking at it or I would have stared at Joe’s monster during the entire movie.

On the screen, Elisa Charm was getting her pussy eaten by one of the guys while the other one was pulling out his fat cock (still smaller than Joe’s) to receive a nice sloppy blowjob.

I was really getting into the movie at this point, especially as saliva was dripping all over the dirty girl’s chin, down to her neck and big all-natural boobs.

As crazy at it might sound, jacking off with my soon-to-be father-in-law did not feel so awkward anymore.

It was almost normal.

“I could suck on those titties all night long.” I told Joe, trying to reach his level of casualness.

He seemed to like that.

“Damn right, and I would take care of her pussy. See, it needs two men to take care of a woman like that.”

“For sure.”

He slapped his cock.

Damn, that was hard and thick.

“I’ll have to teach you a thing or two but I’m sure the two of us could be make any chick feel real good.”

Elisa Charm was now going from one dick to the other, until she fitted both of the pornstars’ big slabs of meat in her stretched mouth.

I wondered if Joe was picturing us doing that too. I certainly was.

Not sure what he was thinking about but the farmer definitely loved what he was seeing, he was fapping his dick furiously and moaning at the same time.

Things were getting more homo-erotic in the movie and that made me feel a little uncomfortable, although my cock was stirring up so bad, ready to cum at any given moment.

The girl was sucking one of the plumber’s Ankara Demetevler Eskort dick hard and deep, and then, her mouth full of saliva and precum, she was full-on making out with the second dude.

I mean, the dude was practically kissing his mate’s cock.

In the gangbang scenes I was watching, there were tons of incidental touching between the male performers, – you do have to be in close proximity to manage to perform a triple-penetration on an eager slut -, but there was something more deeply erotic in the way those guys were acting on the screen.

Also, those actors seemed more like real men than the performers in the porn I was usually watching.

They were not perfectly built and they were hairier, their pubes and asses in particular. One of them looked like Joe actually, he was about his age, had a similar bulk but not too shredded shape, and he was hairy as fuck.

Only his cock was suffering from the comparison with the stallion sitting in the armchair next to mine.

The other performer looked more like me now that I was thinking about it.

“I bet you’re gonna love the next bit.” Joe muttered.

Elisa Charm was lifted up on the kitchen table. They threw away the coffee and the bowl which broke on the floor, and the naked plumbers started to lick her off, from head to toes.

It was hot but it was also getting even more intimate between the male co-stars. Their tongues almost touched a few times while they were going down her stomach and they were intensely looking at each other while each of them was sucking on her generous nipples.

“See, I was sure you would enjoy this, eh, titties’ sucker?” Joe teased me.

I was already regretting sharing this earlier but it was true.

I loved this.

“She has fantastic boobs.” I commented, trying to remain more neutral.

“The younger dude is a bit messy with it though, you need to do that right. I hope you use a proper technique with Liv.”

Joe was pushing me to my limits but I played along this time. He wanted to talk about his daughter? Let’s talk about her!

“Don’t worry, Joe, I know what I do.”

“Hmmm… Doubt it, but we’ll see.”

I did not react at the last comment although it should have warned me about what was about to come. I suppose I had too much blood pumping in the veins of my cock instead of my brain to think clearly.

The film became even more homo-erotic soon after.

The guys double-penetrated the actress, – this was expected -, but afterwards, the two plumbers lied down on the kitchen’s floor and lifted up their legs in the air, offering their hairy sweaty assholes for breakfast!

Elisa was a pro, she crawled towards them and proceeded to rim each of their buttholes like it was her last dinner.

Damn, the close-ups of her tongue penetrating those guys’ insides were raunchy!

I was not expecting this from this movie, even with the 1990’s cameras, you could clearly see every little detail, single hair, variation of pink and brown on those musky anuses.

“Fuck yeah… Have you ever gotten your ass licked like that?” Joe asked me.

He was playing with his dick, sliding his index between his leaking shiny cockhead and his foreskin.

“No… I… I haven’t.” I replied truthfully.

Not to say that I had never thought about this, it was just something I never dared to do. It was silly because I was very open-minded in the sack and I could do some pretty wild stuff, but I was probably scared about the fact that playing in any way with my butthole would make me feel too gay.

“You’re missing out, my man. Liv’s mom was great at that. Burying her tongue in my hole, searching my insides… Hmmm… She was going very deep.”

Wow. That was definitely inappropriate and too much information.

But why was I so horny then?!

Joe was not done with sharing his intimacy. Much like the pornstars on the screen, he lifted his own hairy legs in the air.

I could not see between his thighs because he was on my right, but he reenacted a rimming scene with a striking precision!

“I would put my hand right there, pulling her hair, and I would shove her whole face down my hole, smothering her with my fat ass… Fuck… Forcing her to smell my scent, my testosterone… I’m telling you, Blakey, this is how you get a woman truly addicted to you.”

I had already rubbed one out with some mates after practice, – casual fun while we were spontaneously getting hard in the shower room -, but damn, we were never that outrageous and verbal about it.

I found myself stroking my dick while looking at Joe’s show.

Seriously, at this point, the porn movie was just background noise.

“Damn, I miss that so much, a warm tongue sliding from my balls to my hole.”

He looked straight at me.

For a split second, it almost seemed like an invitation, but of course, that would be ridiculous. I was not going to eat a man’s ass. Especially not my future in-law!

“Ouch.” Joe mumbled, his excited moan sounding like Ankara Dikimevi Eskort it was turning into pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Fuck… My back pain again… Aaaah… Fuck…”

Maybe he should have been a little more still during his stroking session! Why did he have to make such a show about it after collapsing in the shower-tub an hour earlier?

“Shit… Joe… What can I do?”

He struggled to stand up but he did. Joe stretched his back.

It was like he was doing some sort of dance or a weird tribal ritual. Either way, the result was that he displayed every inch of his incredible body in an even more explicit fashion, his cock bouncing up and down, and slapping against his stomach.

I knew this was to ease his back pain (or was it, really?) but damn, did he really have to pull on every damn muscle of his immense body?

“I feel better standing up, stretching myself.” He explained.

“I figured…”

The jerking-off session could go back on track, only Joe was standing up now.

He walked closer to where I was to have a better view of the television and he resumed stroking his dick, which was right at the level of my eyes and only a few inches from me.

I could have gotten further away on the couch but I did not move.

In this new position, I felt like I could stare at this beautiful (shit, did I really say beautiful?!) cock towering proudly in front of me without getting caught.

And so, I did… For fuck’s sake, this brought me very close to nutting!

Uncontrollably, I started to moan as well and I went back to rubbing my nipples.

I was done overthinking about the situation and I was simply enjoying myself.

Joe was having a great time too.

We were just two men, watching a porn together, having a nut. Nothing more than that and no big deal.

I would have probably been able to live with that, the massage of Joe’s back earlier and the jerking off session together, if it had not been for what happened right after.

Looking back at this, I think this is the moment where everything changed for me.

All of the sudden, Joe extended his left hand towards me (the one which was already coated with precum) and grabbed my right pec which I had been mindlessly caressing.

Out of nowhere, he twitched my nipple and started to rub it, while he kept stroking his own cock with his right hand.

“Joeeeee…. Aaaah…..”

I was shocked.

The waves of pleasure shooting through my body were not helping me making sense of the situation.

As usual, Joe was very casual about it, he chuckled.

“You were caressing your titties so wrong, I had to intervene!”

This time, he fully turned around towards me. I was still jerking off my cock, and Joe used his two hands to massage my sensitive nipples.

“Please… Joe… I’m gonna… This… Aaaaah….”

“Just showing you how it’s done, kiddo. I told you, I could teach you a few things.”

“But… I…. I’m about to…”

“Calm down, pal. We’re just having fun.”

He spat on his fingers and played with the tip of my right nipple while massaging my pec, his other hand even brushing below to my abs, so close to my dick which was about to erupt.

I had to warn him!

“Joe, I can’t hold it… I… I’m gonna jizz…”

“While a man is playing with your titties? Really?”

He leaned over, his cock brushed against my stomach, he spat directly on my pec to pursue his massage and I exploded at the exact same time.

A huge orgasm.

I pulled my hands away from my cock but I was nutting everywhere, my spunk was flying off on my stomach, my pecs, the couch… and Joe’s arms, hands and massive dick!

I was mortified.

“Damn, it’s like turning on a valve! I think I’ve found your switch!” Joe was laughing his ass off, pinching my nipple.

I was still releasing volleys of jizz all over myself.

“Joe… I….”

“Look at that mess!” His forearm was dripping with jizz, the couch was all stained.

“Sorry Joe, I… I was very horny earlier and I…”

“I guess I was right, you did need a release!”

Joe seemed like he did not mind at all that I just shot a bunch of friendly fire onto him.

It was a good joke to him to have me nut while playing with my nipples. Yet, it was hard to tell with Joe, he could get angry and go back to being serious at any time.

“Yes, I did… Again… I’m sorry.”

“Well, I’m not one to hold a grudge to a friend.” He tapped my chest with his creamy hand, smearing me with more cum.

I chuckled.

“I know, it was just…”

“Though, we should set things straight! Solve this incident like real mean.”

He sat down on the couch next to me, his leg almost intertwined with mine. Strangely, his back’s pain seemed to be an old memory!

“I’ll go clean myself up.” I spoke.

I moved to get up but he pulled me back.

Damn, he was so strong, I fell back on the couch and I was almost sitting on his lap.

“Not so fast, buddy. It’s not polite to leave the dinner table before everyone has finished his meal. I’m still not done with my task here.”

He did seem very, very close to nut though. His humongous rod was throbbing like crazy, like I had never seen any other dick moving before!

“Ok… But Joe…”

“And I told you, we need to set things straight. Did not you tell me you love sucking titties off?”

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We were going to resolve the argument as we often did, and that was OK with me, although our arguments were coming closer together and becoming more serious. I thought Cam and I had reached the point of no return on arguments. And as we moved into the resolution of this one, with the beefy running back for the Los Angeles Rams football team pulling me on top of him on his bed in the Laurel Canyon bungalow we shared, we were moving into another argument if he got shitty about it.

The big, black bruiser wanted me to ride him bareback. He always wanted to do it bareback, but he had too many sex partners for me to put up with that. We lived together and were considered a couple but that didn’t keep him from fucking around. I did some fucking around myself, but it was done with a safety net of condom use.

We struggled a bit, but I got a condom rolled onto his huge cock, with him on his back, and me straddling his hips. Once I’d positioned the cockhead and started descending on it, he gave up on the preference of barebacking—at least this time—grasped my buttocks with his hands, and rolled, separated, and bounced my cheeks while I rode the cock.

We plowed on to a mutual ejaculation that, with the practice we’d had in the three years we’d been together on and off, we managed almost simultaneously. He was a twenty-six-year-old, six-foot-one, 215-pound hunk power top, and I was a slim but well-muscled white, twenty-four-year-old, five foot ten, 165-pound professional male model submissive, so we couldn’t have been better matched. That was other than he wanted to fuck around barebacking, and I wanted to live a relatively long life.

After the last long slide and me collapsing backward, both of us jerking off our climaxes, panting heavy, and murmuring our “Oh, shit, oh fuck” pleasure of our completions, I heard the groan from across the room and turned my face to see the man leaning in the doorway, watching us, and with his erection out, by all appearances having managed to come with his stepson, Cam Atwell, and me.

Richard Taylor was white. He was dressed in some sort of uniform I hadn’t seen him in before. I hadn’t seen him much at all since I’d been with Cam. He was a handsome, trim, but well-muscled, ginger guy in his late forties—but fit enough to be taken to be in his twenties. He wasn’t old enough or the right color to be Cam’s dad, Ankara Çayyolu Eskort but Cam’s dad had never been in the picture and Taylor had married Cam’s mother and taken on the boy she already had. When she split, Taylor had been the only parent Cam had through his high school years, through college, and being taken up by pro football.

The stepfather obviously had enjoyed the view, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t embarrassed—slightly, at least—that he’d found his stepson and me fucking and had stayed around to enjoy the performance.

“Sorry, Shawn,” he said to me but then addressed Cam. “Just dropped by to tell you I wouldn’t see you again until the new year—I have to work and will be out of town for a while—and to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. You two doing something special for New Year’s Eve?”

“I have to work too,” I said, rolling off the bed, picking up the Speedo I’d been wearing before the fuck, and heading toward the bathroom. “I’ll be in Virginia for Christmas and New Year’s.” It was the morning of Christmas Eve now, so it wouldn’t take a genius for Taylor to know I had a plane to catch in the next few hours.

I gathered up the clothes I was going to travel in—I was a regular fashion model for the Abercrombie it was a godsend. I wasted no time in accepting the offer.

As we were eating in a place that was halfway between a cafeteria and a table-cloth restaurant and that was so calm in atmosphere that we’d have no idea of the panic and frustration running through the O’Hare terminals if there wasn’t a huge window we were sitting beside. It overlooked the frigid blizzard conditions outside on the deserted runways. Taylor and I became better acquainted and more comfortable with each other as we took our time eating our meal, there being no place either one of us had to be anytime soon.

Before now, I had been leery of the stepfather’s attitude of his black football player stepson getting it on with a white male fashion model. After earlier in the day, though, I realized that it wasn’t that Taylor had anything against gay relationships. I realized I had made an effort not to know about him. I hadn’t even known he was a commercial airline pilot. I certainly hadn’t found myself assessing him for any sort of personal relationship. Having time to do so now, I did so.

“I Ankara Cebeci Eskort confess I’ve been staying away from your arrangement with Cam,” he said, almost as if he realized I was just then assessing him for more than just my boyfriend’s absent stepfather.

“I realize that. The same from my end,” I said. “I thought you wouldn’t approve of a gay relationship your son was in.”

“My stepson, and it should be obvious to you now that it wasn’t that. I’m not talking about just staying out of my son’s pick for friends—and, yes, lovers, knowing he’s gay. I’m talking about my own attraction to you. Does that repel you?”

I paused. “I haven’t thought about that, but, no, it doesn’t repel me.”

He’d extended his hand and was brushing the hair on my forearm with his fingers. I don’t know if he even was aware he was doing that, but I certainly was. And what did I think of him doing that? Being as how he was the father—if somewhat remotely—of the man who was fucking me? Strangely, what I felt was arousal. I thought he was signaling that he wanted to fuck me too. And that didn’t bother me; that turned me on. I took a closer look at him. He was a handsome man and he looked very fit for his age—something over forty, I thought. I’d done it with older men. One has to do that in the fashion world to get anywhere. And when they were good-looking and fit, it was fine. They tended to have more experience, more good moves and positions than younger, “get it now and get it quick” guys.

Cam Atwell was a “get it now and get it quick” guy.

“Should I stop talking now and leave it there, or is there some hope—can I say more?”

I paused again to look out onto the snow building up on the runway. I couldn’t say I was repelled by what he had been saying—what I was assessing in him. “No, that’s fine. We can talk.”

“You don’t mind talking about these things with an older man?”

“I have no trouble with your age.”

“I’m not too old to get it up,” he said. We both gave a nervous little laugh at that. He continued. “I stayed away because I was frustrated and disappointed that my stepson found you first.”

There it was then, fully out in the open. He did want to fuck me. Too bad we were stuck in public in a crowded locked-down air terminal. I wasn’t going to have the opportunity to even Ankara Çubuk Eskort decide whether to open myself to the possibilities with Cam’s stepfather.

“Does that disturb you or turn you off?” he asked, his enticing, hopeful puppy-dog gray eyes locked onto mine.

“No, it doesn’t,” I answered. “You should know, though, that it’s winding down between Cam and me. I don’t think we’ll be together when I return to L.A.”

“I would hope you didn’t think that that meant you had to avoid any contact with me,” he said. His knee was nudging mine under the surface of the table. I’d had my thighs together and I, almost involuntarily, spread them and his knee pressed in against my inner thigh.

He was about to say something else, when he stopped abruptly and said, instead, “We’ve finished our meal and I see other flight crews have decided they’d better eat and this table is needed. Another perk we have is access to the VIP lounges. That would be a more comfortable way to spend Christmas Eve than on a bank of seats in any of the crowded departure lounges where everyone is trying to make the best of the blizzard lockdown. Would you like to spend Christmas Eve with me on a VIP lounge?”

“That sounds great,” I said. He didn’t say it was a date, and these were the circumstances for having a date. But I could tell that we both thought of it as having a date. That, of course, raised the question of whether I’d do it on the first date. I’d done it on first dates before, though, so, as far as I was concerned, that wasn’t any sort of a hurdle. He put his hand on the small of my back to help guide me out of the restaurant. At the door it descended to the curve of my buttocks.

And I didn’t move away from his touch.

We found a VIP lounge where they were determined to enjoy Christmas Eve. There was a decorated tree; fairy lights all about; with the overhead lights dimmed down, free-flowing liquor and snacks; a piano with more than one accomplished stranded passenger pianist; and even a karaoke machine with Christmas tunes in it. The crowd was large, but not overwhelming, and it was determined to make the best of it. We sat around in the semi-dark, drinking, looking at the decorated tree, listening to various people stepping forward to play or sing Christmas tunes, and otherwise getting comfortable. I sang some myself and was well received, which was only right as I took singing lessons as well as modeling and dance lessons, with the goal, although with thousands of other young hopefuls living in L.A. of being discovered by the movies. And, sitting with Richard Taylor and both of us mellowing out with liquor, I allowed myself to become very comfortable with him.

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I was a very stupid 18yr old, I put myself in a position unwittingly, the experience though solidified the very heteroflexible approach I have.

I was 18 and had just landed in Sydney after Infantry basic training at Singleton, I was alone living on the army barracks, it was 1995 back then porn really only came from adult stores there was little to no internet porn that’s if you even had a 486 PC and a dial up connection, It was a Friday night and I was board and horny so I had a long shower stroking my cock and fingering my ass then headed into the city to get a couple of DVD’s I could watch in my room and wank to over the weekend.

The store I ended up at had a “theatre” in it, the guy at the counter (John on the name tag) said I should go into the theatre and he would play one of the DVD’s I’d picked so I could make sure I liked it, the whole porn transaction made me super nervous and I just went with whatever he said, he was a big confident guy his energy was pretty intense, it was the first time I’d ever walked into an adult shop and in reality I was way out of my depth with no idea, I was fighting embarrassment talking to someone with all the sex shop items surrounding me not to mention that he was looking at porn movies and advising me that he would be playing one in public which he knew that I was going to be wanking over later, I was losing the battle in my mind.

I didn’t have the confidence to control my situation and I think he knew it, He told me to go in the room and he’d put one on, I went into the room as directed, it was dimly lit from just the large projector, there were two guys in the back row talking to each other and another three guys on their own sitting randomly in seats in the room, I sat as far away as I could from all of them so went to the front row, the movie playing was a girl being gangbanged, It abruptly stopped and a voice on the speaker said “sorry guys just putting one on for my young friend to ensure he likes it”. The “Buttman” movie I had picked appeared on the screen.

I sat there watching the porn for about 5 minutes, one of the guys from the back row came and sat right next to me, I remember he had a black T-shirt on, he had scruffy black hair but that’s about it, I saw him pull his cock out of his pants from the corner of my eye, he leaned over and told me something like, “pull your cock out, it’s alright to play with it here”, I did what he said but I felt really nervous and couldn’t get hard, he reached over and took my hand and put it on his cock, I immediately knew to stroke him, his cock was long but skinny, I remember this stupid detail vividly it felt really skinny compared to the usual thickness of me holding mine, his cock was longer than mine but it felt small to me as I stroked on it for him.

He took mine in his hand and started to play with it, I got hard in his hand pretty quickly, what he was doing was feeling good, pretty soon after I was rock hard in his hand he got on the floor between my legs and pulled my shorts and underwear off and started sucking me right there in public in front of these other guys, they couldn’t physically see him from behind us so I was hoping they didn’t notice him move from the seat to the floor, it felt good and I could not bring myself to ask him to stop, A fight flight response was pumping adrenaline through my body as he took my cock balls deep in his mouth over and over.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned my head the other guy from the back row was standing behind my chair he had one hand at his lips giving me a shoosh gesture and he was pushing his rigid cock towards my face, he moved his finger from his mouth and quite forcefully just said “suck it” I opened my mouth and he pushed it into me, I honestly thought these men would forcefully do this if I didn’t just go along with it, it was also evident that everyone else in the room would be seeing me suck this guy’s cock at this point.

After a while of sucking cock and being sucked the guy between my legs grabbed my waist and pulled me forward awkwardly on top of him until I was on my hands and knees he’d gone onto his back and was under me still with my cock in his mouth, the other guy had stepped over the seats, he stripped off and went to his knees in front of me and rubbed his wet cock on my face telling me to “get back on it, suck it slut”, I did as I was told. I spread my legs wide so my cock was at the right height to fuck my new friends mouth while he controlled my movements by pushing or pulling me by his hand firmly wrapped around my balls.

I felt something funny at my butt and turned to look back the guy (John the only name I got that night) behind the store counter was rubbing lube and licking around Ankara Beypazarı Eskort my butt hole, the guy I was sucking just told me to enjoy it, he grabbed my head in his hands and turned me back to face his cock and pushed himself in and out of my mouth, he kept telling the others I was all sorts of things, a good boy, a cocksucker, a slut, a cumdump and all sorts of other names, he announced that “We are all going to take turns fucking your holes until your full of cum you little slut and you’re going to love every bit of it” with a gentle face slap to punctuate the remark, he really didn’t shut up as he used me, he kept trash talking me and degrading me as he fucked my mouth, he wasn’t that rough with me thankfully just a light slap with his hand or he would pull out and cock slap my face every now and then, I guess talking just got him off.

these three kept me on my hands and knees for a while and at some point the other three men had stripped off either fully or just their pants and where standing around the action beating their cocks, someone said it was time to share and I was pulled up to my knees by my arms as they all stood around me, they rotated through my mouth and hands, I sucked all six of their very different cocks, this was no porno it wasn’t elegantly organised or directed by someone watching, I would forget to stroke the other guys cocks while my mouth was full, every now and then one of them would grab my arm and place my hand on their cock I would stroke it but as they switched around using my mouth I would forget to change hands to other cocks it was very overwhelming, during this someone got down behind me and put their hand around my cock and jerked me while at the same time they finger fucked my ass with lubricated fingers, I felt warm wetness as they were sucking my neck muscles while I was being face fucked by the others.

A tongue licked up my neck to my ear as I was having my butt hole finger banged while trying to throat fuck a really thick cock, it was the vocal guy, “I told you you’d like it didn’t I you little slut” I remember just making an mmph! sound, the cock in my mouth wasn’t overly long but the guy was thick, it made the corners of my mouth feel like they were splitting. He grabbed me roughly by the throat and pulled me from the cock in my mouth and brought me down hard on my back, he just said to them all it was time I got fucked.

Of course he was going to be first inside me, he got between my legs and spread them pushing my knees back to my chest but wide apart which rotated my ass up for him, he squeezed lube all over his cock and slapped his cock on my already wet finger fucked ass, the tip of his cock hit the muscle around my hole directly and I remember the feeling of my ass tightening from every impact it had, I was very scared this was about to go bad, as the five guys standing around me continued to stroke their cocks they watched as he pushed the head of his cock into to the opening of my butt, he just pushed the head in and pulled back out a few times, he put his weight on my legs and started fucking me with just the tip of his cock, I could feel my hole relaxing as he did this, I was very wet and my ass was ready as he slowly and expertly pushed deeper and deeper over a few minutes, It felt amazing!.

As I was being fucked one of them knelt over me and basically sat on my face, his hole on my nose and his balls at my mouth, I was told to open and suck them gently, after a while he eased back and fed me his cock and would alternate between both his cock and balls, The vocal guy fucking me had lent back and said to them all “look at this bitch take my cock up her pussy, who wants to fuck her next?”, I was exposed to all of them as both my holes where pumped by cocks, I was struggling to suck cock on my back and had my back arched so they guy in my mouth could get a bit deeper, the vocal guy said he was going to “bust my nut in this fuckhole” and within seconds he pushed balls deep inside me and held himself there, his cock pulsing as my ass spasmed trying to grip his slippery wet cock while he dumped his load in me.

Once he had finished twitching he pulled out and said “next”, thankfully I was rolled to my side by the next guy to fuck me, it gave me a better angle for the guys taking turns fucking my mouth and my back got to relax a bit, this guy was quiet, he fucked me deep from this angle and I was worried it was going to hurt at any point, there was a dull pain at my tailbone and he was using angles that nearly hurt, I hadn’t seen his cock it didn’t seem to hurt because of size it was more about the angle as I laid there on my side he had scissored between my legs and he was just Ankara Büyükesat Eskort so deep in me, I really felt it, after taking this guy deep in my ass for a while he grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way over onto my knees and I was back in a doggy style position without his cock leaving my hole, I felt him pick up the pace and could feel his balls slapping against mine as he began to really rail me, very quickly after this I was filled with more cum as this second guy dumped his load in my ass.

The shop guy was trying to fuck my mouth as the third guy lined up his cock and eased it into my ass, I took him easily into my wet stretched ass, it was the guy that started it all with the long skinny cock, The shop guy though, had a huge cock, I was very focused on it while my ass got pounded for the third time, it was 8-9-10 inches I don’t know how big, it was just big, he rubbed his hands over my shaved head as I licked his cock up and down, I tried to take it in my mouth and I would get a couple of inches in but it was to thick I couldn’t get very deep down on it, not that I would have been able to even take half of it anyway, I mouthed his big cock as best I could licking and sucking his shaft making sure to slobber all over it and stroke it with my hands as I was spit roasted between these two men like a whore.

The guy with the skinny cock in my ass said he wanted to “paint the sluts face with cum”, he pulled out and stood up as the shop guy moved back so I could turn around, the guy with the skinny cock pumped his cock furiously near my mouth he clipped me a couple of times with his fist as he stroked, he told me to open my mouth, I shook my head at him, no way was I about to sucking cock straight out of my ass! apparently I did have a line….., He just smiled and said “I’m not putting my cock in your mouth you stupid cumdump, but I am shooting my load in your fucking mouth”, I did as I was told and opened my mouth, he pumped away until I was hit by a stream of cum, it bounced from my top lip up my face across my cheek as did the following streams of cum, very little ended up in my mouth.

The shop guy laid on his back next to me and told me to straddle him, I sat over the top of him and eased back on his cock like a girl would when she was on top, with my cock resting on his stomach, it went in without pain but it was a tight fit, I felt “full” on the edge of pain but not pain, I rotated my hips on him slowly taking inch after inch as he gently fucked into me, he pushed me backwards once I had every inch of his meat inside me, as I leaned back I exposed myself to everyone watching, he stroked my cock while I enjoyed the feeling of having his huge cock in me, one of the guys walked up and stood over us both and fed me his cock, he had a pretty cock, all shaved no hair at all on his balls or anywhere down there, his cock and balls quickly became slippery as I slobbered on his cock, he was very good, he would fuck my mouth gradually faster and faster.

He would push in just deep enough to the point before I would gag, but I had to just keep my mouth open as he face fucked me the drool was pouring out of me, when he slowed down I took his slimy wet balls in my hand and massaged them for him which he seemed to like while I took him deeply in my mouth for a few minutes like I was making out with his cock, he began to build up speed again and I just opened my mouth ready for it again, he said he was going to cum but didn’t slow the pace, he unloaded in my mouth as he continued pumping in and out without any pause, as he continued to face fucked me he was pulling cum and slobber out of my open mouth, my chest was covered in a mess of cum and spit, he stepped away still stroking his deflating cock.

His cock was replaced by another, the man took his place over me and rubbed his cock all over my wet chest and face, he held the back of my head in place as he dragged his cock and balls all over my face spreading the cum and spit all over me, he told me to suck his balls and keep them under pressure in my mouth as he fisted his cock over my face, for the second time I got hit in the face by a fist as he pumped his cock which made me release his balls from my mouth in shock from the strike, he instantly slapped my face hard then jammed his cock deep down my throat I was gagging and tears burst from my eyes.

This guy actually scared me as I turned red from being held down on his cock, this guy had sat in the background to wait his turn and he wanted it rough, he held me there and ferociously fucked my face until he blew his load in my throat, as I gasped for air he slapped my face again then told me to suck his cock clean which I did Ankara Çankaya Eskort with tears running down my face.

So far I’d had three guys fuck my ass with the third still in me, two loads of cum had been dumped in my ass and three guys had cum on my face/mouth or throat, the ride was almost over as there was only the shop guy left to cum, no one had left the place though and most of them where still standing around watching me being fucked or sitting in the front row watching as they stroked semi hard and hard cocks, the shop guy pushed me off and told me to get on my hands and knees again, he moved behind me and told me to relax as he pushed my cummy face to the floor, with my sticky face and chest against the floor and my sloppy hole in the air he pushed his meaty cock back into my ass, I closed my eyes and waited for him to dump his load in me as his huge wet cock glided in and out of my gaped butt.

It was raining inside? I opened my eyes feeling rain on my back and head… the other five men where all standing round me and one was pissing on me!, I tried to get up but a firm hand on my back and a firm instruction to “Stay” kept me there, one after the other or two at a time, they were pissing on me, the shop guy grunted and pumped my hole full of his cum as this was happening, he was still pumping his cock in and out of me as they finished pissing on me, then he went still after a minute I had the weirdest feeling inside me as I realised he was pissing inside my ass, it felt like a balloon was being blown up inside me, it gave me the urge to pee or cum as the pressure built up in my ass, as the men dressed and left leaving me in a mess on the floor with the shop workers very big fat cock still all the way up my ass as he panted and told them he would see them next time, he eased his cock out of my gaped open ass along with it a mixture of cum and piss.

He rolled me on my back and just said to me “you’re a good boy” as he pushed my legs apart and started pushing his wet semi hard cock back inside me, he reached down and started to stroke my cock, he told me he had a surprise coming for me as he started to stiffen again while he pushed the tip of his meat in and out of my opening, a woman walked in, ‘Wow John, you caught a naughty one didn’t you” she walked over and looked down and watched him slowly stroke my cock as he used it for leverage to slid in and out of me, she stripped off and stepped over us, she lowered her pussy to my face and I started eating her wetness as she leaned forward took my cock in her mouth, I knew what I was doing and had her moaning quickly as her body tensed and she ground her pussy hard against my face, I made her cum in my mouth as she flooded my face with her own wetness.

She stood up and turned around smiling down at me as she eased back her very sloppy wet pussy on my cock, John’s gentle thrusts pushed my pelvis forward basically forcing me to fuck her, The feeling of my cock throbbing inside her pussy while having my own hole filled with cock was a lot to take in and it didn’t take long for me to flood her with cum but with my ass filled with a big cock I stayed pretty hard with the constant feeling of needing to cum or pee, his cock was putting pressure on the right spot inside me.

Again she stood up this time she turned to face John and leaned down and they kissed passionately as she squatted down positioning her used cum filled hole down on my face, she fed me my own cum while John reached down and stroked my pussy juice covered cock and he continued to build to another orgasm, she continued grinding while she held my legs back and open for him he pushed and pulled his fat cock in and out of me in full length strokes until on one balls deep thrust he stopped, I could feel him throbbing inside me as he remained motionless, he grunted and called me a dirty slut as the orgasm ran through his whole body from head to cock.

He eased his cock from me and stood up over me, he took her by the hand and helped her stand, I felt empty like nothing I’d ever felt before my whole existence had somehow shifted from feeling overwhelming physical pleasure to nothing in an instant, I was not satisfied but I also knew I didn’t have anything left, I was exhausted.

they offered me to the back of the room where there was a shower and toilet area, we all stood in the shower taking turns under the water, we washed each other down with lots of soapy strokes and some sucking and kissing, John exited while what I assume was his wife gave me a parting blow job under the warm shower, I blew a dribble of cum in her mouth from my drained balls, as my cock softened I got out and got dressed leaving her in the shower, I walked out into the shop which had been closed while the debauchery that happened in the theatre took place, John was behind the counter again and the store was open, I skulked out to my car and drove back to the base.

When I think back to this, my memory of life for the week after this happened was surreal, I truly believe I was in shock for a period of time.

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“Why d’you stop the car?” Rob asked full of concern.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly and didn’t speak. He reached over and rubbed my shoulder lightly.

“Babe, you’ve been back before, it’s ok.”

“I know, and I feel exactly the same. I don’t know – I don’t know what I’m doing here,” I sighed and his hand moved to the back of my neck.

“You’re here because I’ve asked you to be,” he said.

“I shouldn’t have come, what’s the point, it’s been three years and nothing’s different with her and I really don’t need to see James again.”

“We’re here to see the old place before it’s sold.”

I sighed again.

“Come on, Mark, we’ve only got to turn that last corner and we’ll be there,” he said, his hand soothingly caressing the nape of my neck, making me feel safe and taken care of.

“And if we do see James – and I hope we will – then you’ll finally get closure.”

“Why does everybody think I need closure? I’m fine.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment and I still didn’t re-start the car.

“Well, if you’re not going to drive, then there’s something I’d like to do, you’re giving me no choice!” he said and took a slim leather document wallet from his footwell before he opened the door of the McLaren supercar he and Jordan had got me for my birthday.

“Rob, where’re you going?”

“Wait and see,” he grinned, leaving the door open.

“C’mon, what’re you up to?”

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, my anxiety level rising with every second that passed.

“Rob, come on, what the fuck are you doing?” I yelled.

He leaned down to look at me,

“Won’t be long, open the boot or whatever it is you petrol heads call it in one of these things,” he said smugly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, can you not make it harder for me.”

I’d vacillated about coming here since Rob and I had first talked about it but he had pleaded with me to be here with him so I’d finally agreed.

The one compromise I’d insisted on was that we came mid-week when my not-a-father might not be home, at a time he should be at work, even though the only reason Rob wanted me to come with him was for me to confront James. I could cope with speaking with my mother but seeing James again would be another matter entirely.

Hence my anxiety levels being sky-high.

I too had wanted to visit Rob’s old bedroom one last time to say goodbye to it forever – this house had always been my sanctuary and somehow it felt like our eager teenaged selves were still there. But it also felt like I’d be saying goodbye to my young naïve self.

“Come on, let’s go, drive on babe,” Rob said as he got back into the passenger seat. I looked at him questioningly and he smiled at me.

I pressed the gas pedal and just as we turned into the road where we’d grown up Rob changed the music – it was the un-edited recording of our last tour. We filmed and recorded all the shows so we could improve on our stage performances every time we went on the road.

“Rob, what the hell?” I moved to turn it down, or preferably off, but he stopped me.

“Rob, he won’t be there to hear it!” I said, hoping I was right.

“Maybe not, but I’m sure your mother will be – and maybe some of the neighbours.”

He still hadn’t told me what he’d been up to when he’d got out of the car.

“Is it me or does everything look,” Rob paused, “smaller?” he asked as I stopped the car outside his old home.

He was right, it did and then I thought that maybe we’d been away long enough to no longer see things as we had as kids.

“Come on babe, time to say goodbye.”

“Yeah,” I breathed, “I suppose it is,” I kept my eyes on the road ahead.

“Are you ok now?” he’d leaned close enough to speak into my ear.

“Actually no, and don’t ask because I can’t say why.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Rob asked.

“Just can’t, I can’t even explain it to myself,” I said, although I knew I was just nervous because I knew the time had come to confront James – if it turned out he was at home – and it was making me nervous as fuck.

I looked at Rob and I knew what he was feeling,

“It all began here for us, being friends, the band, the music, the love,” he said, still leaning close enough to speak into my ear.

I nodded, all that was true for both of us but there was more to it for me; one of these houses had been my hell, one had been my haven. I thought about the lyrics Rob had written all those years ago in “A Rush Of Blood To The Head” about buying this place and watching it burn. I looked at my childhood hell and imagined it in flames, obliterated, turned to a pile of ash but it wouldn’t work – the memories were mine for life whether the bricks and mortar still existed or not.

“I’m here,” Rob murmured, placing his hand on my cheek and I leaned into it.

I nodded again, took a deep breath and threw open my door, the music dying as I pressed the stop button to switch off the engine.

“Thank fuck for that!”

I thought I’d heard Rob mutter something like,

“Won’t Ankara Balgat Eskort make any difference,” but we’d both been getting out of the car so I couldn’t be sure.

Then I was certain.

I could see what Rob had done,

“You have got to be,” I yelled, unable to fully express my stunned surprise, lifting my arms out to my sides then letting them fall in exasperation.

On the roof of the car he’d placed two slim poles each about two feet tall, they were attached with suckers one at the front the other at the rear, between them was strung a Pride-rainbow striped banner with the words, “The Dream Team” emblazoned on it along with the band’s logo.

“If he’s here, he’ll sure as hell know we are too!” Rob said smugly.

I shook my head, any hope I’d had to arrive and leave without being noticed had been blown well and truly out of the water.

Rob waited until I’d walked round the car to the pavement before moving away from it, he held his hand out to me which part of me wanted to pretend I hadn’t noticed just in case anyone, specifically my mother, saw us, but another, the larger part, knew how that would hurt both of us so I smiled and linked my fingers with his.

Jane had arrived before us and had the door open, she was smiling as Rob and I walked up the short flight of concrete steps and pulled Rob into one of her loving, motherly, hugs as soon as he was through the door, then she did the same with me.

“Nothing’s changed,” Rob observed.

“I can’t believe how different the place looks!” we heard Jordan say, “I wish my olds hadn’t sold theirs, I think I’m gonna knock on the door and see who lives there now!”

“How come you’re here already, I didn’t see your car,” I asked him.

“I got here about half an hour ago, Grainne dropped me off, she’s gonna meet up with some friends, she’s got news for them,” he said and gave me a hug.

“She said yes,” he whispered.

I smiled and rubbed his back,

“Congratulations!”

“Who would’ve thought!” Rob laughed, hugging him and congratulating him as well.

“We’re coming over for dinner with my folks tonight, Jane’s invite.”

“Oh yes,” Jane said, “I want to get to know the lucky lady.”

“You’re gonna love her!” Jordan said.

“Yeah, she’s like the daughter-in-law you’ve always wished you’d had!” Rob said jokingly.

“When have I ever said that to you?” Jane asked, faking being offended.

Rob laughed and then added,

“I thought the place would be empty.”

“We asked Luke if he wanted to take some of the furniture with him but he decided not to so we sold it furnished.”

Rob’s cousin had been living in Dublin for the past four years for his studies and now he’d got his first job in Manchester. When Rob’s parents had moved out of the house, they had left most of their furniture for him to use since we had bought them new everything to decorate their new home.

“What if we want to take some of the furniture?” I asked.

Jane let out a small laugh,

“I guess you can take whatever you want, your dad rented the van outside for the day, there’s a few things he’d left here that he now wants to bring back home, not much but since it couldn’t all fit in the car… What would you want to keep?”

I smiled I loved how she referred to Rob’s dad that way to me. I kind of wanted to take Rob’s bed, I didn’t like the idea of some stranger sleeping in it, or even worse, throwing it away. I couldn’t work out why I was feeling so emotionally attached to things which had never been mine. The house. The bed?!

“Go and have a wander round, that’s what you came here for,” Rob’s mum told us.

She headed to the kitchen with Jordan, telling him that his coffee was ready, and his dad picked up a carton box to take it to the van. Rob and I jogged upstairs, straight to his bedroom where he closed the door behind us.

“You ok?” Rob asked as he turned to me.

“Are you?” I asked back as we both looked at the room and recalled our childhood.

The room looked different, it wasn’t as warm as it used to be but it was still filled with many memories.

“I wonder if it still works,” Rob said, gently lifting the lid of his turntable that neither his parents nor he had chosen to take when they had moved out, “wanna take it with us?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I know exactly where to put it at home.”

I walked over to the window and stood there, watching the street below us for a moment and I suddenly felt like I was twelve again. Tears filled my eyes for the frightened, hurt, confused little boy who’d begged countless times to stay here.

“Jeez,” I sighed as I wiped them away with my fingers.

“Oh babe, it’s ok,” Rob murmured walking over to me, he wrapped me in his arms.

“It’s stupid, I’m thirty fucking years old.”

“It’s not stupid. I shouldn’t have asked you to come here but I had this weird idea that it might help you put it all to rest once and for all.”

We said nothing for long moments and a few more Ankara Batıkent Eskort tears filled my eyes. I didn’t try to stop them. It felt good in a way, to let it go. I knew it’d help but at that moment I was overwhelmed by the memories of being too scared to be in the house that should have been my home and feeling so grateful that Rob’s home was always the place I could escape to.

As Rob held me in his arms, I could feel the care, support and protection he had always given me and I remembered how safe he and his parents had made me feel. All of a sudden, I wished I had the balls to barge into my parent’s house and yell at them for everything they’d put me through.

“I didn’t want mum and dad to sell the place you know,” Rob told me.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t ready to let it go and I don’t think you are either.”

“Yeah, I get that but none of it was ever mine to let go of. It’s weird to think that a complete stranger will soon be living here.”

“Yeah, but it won’t be a complete stranger,” Rob said.

“What d’you mean?”

“I mean, well, mum and dad put the house for sale because I told them I’d found someone I trusted to buy it, otherwise they would’ve looked for a new tenant.”

“You did?” I asked as I raised my head from his shoulder.

“Yeah, I knew they wanted to sell it and not bother with having a tenant but I couldn’t bear the thought of a total stranger having it.”

“So who?” I raised my eyebrows as I looked at him.

“Charlie,” he grinned.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” I exclaimed loudly, starting to feel laughter rising within me.

“Nope.”

“How the hell did you manage to arrange that?”

“Brilliantly,” he giggled.

“Rob!”

“Remember after we talked about him in Italy, I told you I had a quick look on Facebook and found him super easily and that we chatted for a bit.”

“Yeah but…”

“Well, he happened to tell me that he was looking to buy a house in Rathmines, so I told him my parents were thinking about selling their old home because their tenant would soon be moving out and well…”

“Why would he want to buy it?”

“Well, a short time after he asked about the house again, wanted to know if it was still for sale, said it’s the perfect size and location for him, exactly what he was looking for, so I told him we’d make him a good deal if he promised to tell me or my parents the second he’s thinking about moving out and putting it back on the market.”

I shook my head.

“So, you know, we can still visit,” Rob said suggestively.

I laughed, he always knew how to lighten up my mood,

“Oh, you can so forget it!”

“Just kidding,” he chuckled.

I wasn’t sure I liked the idea but it was better than the alternative and I could already feel an odd sense of relief washing over me.

“Come with me,” he whispered as he kissed my neck, he led me to the bed and tilted his head towards the bare mattress, “for one last time?”

I smiled and took a few steps to lay on the side I’d always slept on as he did the same, when he was facing me, I spoke,

“So, can we talk or do you want to sleep?” I gave him a small smile.

“Oh my god,” he sighed, running his hands over his face, “I sort of knew what you were going to say, that you’d worked out I’m gay, my stomach sank so fast I thought I was going to throw up,” he huffed a small laugh.

“Well, you didn’t really know what I was going to say, did you? And well, to be honest, neither did I, but I sure as fuck wanted you to tell me how you felt about me,” I recalled.

“Oh fuck, that was the worst,” he said, letting out a huff and I laughed, “I was so nervous about telling you. It was because of how I felt about you that I had no intention of coming out. If everyone knew I was gay, I didn’t think you’d keep staying here in case people started saying that you must be too.”

“Turns out they wouldn’t have been wrong!” I said, sniggering.

“I thought that was what you were going to tell me, that you couldn’t,” he didn’t need to say more.

“Honestly, it wouldn’t have changed anything. We’d all been talking about you probably being gay for a while but not for one moment did it occur to me to not come here. To escape the hell-hole I lived in.”

Rob stroked my face,

“That was the main reason I didn’t want to come out. If James knew I was gay, he would have assumed you were too and god knows what he would’ve done to you after that,” he shook his head, “I didn’t want me being gay to cause you trouble you know. And after we got together, fuck,” he huffed, “I was even more worried he’d find out, I couldn’t wait for us to just leave.”

“I know. You’ve always thought of me before you thought of yourself,” I murmured and looked into his caring eyes.

I gave him an almost shy look,

“You can kiss me if you want,” I said, closely repeating what my teenaged self had said on that fateful night.

Rob’s lips formed a small smile,

“I Ankara Beşevler Eskort think I might need a hug first, I feel kinda down right now,” he said, looking at me with soft puppy eyes.

“Aw, come here!”

We both sat up, I moved between Rob’s legs and wrapped mine around his waist. I moved my hands on each side of his face and as we gazed into each other’s eyes, a small smile spread across our lips, and then we were kissing.

So, we were a married couple now, we weren’t horny eighteen-year-olds anymore who had secretly wanted each other for way too long, but fuck, kissing him on that bed felt just as good as it had back then – the perfect pressure of his lips against mine, the feeling of his tongue perfectly wrapped around mine, the intoxicating smell of his breath and skin as we kissed – the feel of his soft hair as I slid up my hand into it – it was all still exhilarating.

“Damn, I love you,” Rob breathed before I could say it, gently rubbing my back with his fingers in a slow circle.

“I love you too,” I murmured as my mouth grazed his cheek. “Sometimes, I just can’t believe this is where we are now, just can’t believe it, I couldn’t have dreamt of a better life for us. I never would’ve thought we’d come this far!”

“No,” he agreed, “but I knew we’d accomplish great things together though, that I knew!” he said, kissing my cheek tenderly.

“I guess you had faith in us,” I said and he nodded.

I looked into his eyes and thought about how lucky we were that everything had worked out the way it had between us. I was so thankful to have his love and support and to be married to my best friend.

We held each other tight and I sighed as I again rested my forehead on Rob’s shoulder, I was home, wherever Rob and I were together was home – all my anxiety, pain and confusion disappeared.

Until we heard noise coming to us from outside.

I disentangled myself from Rob, he reached for me, but to no avail, I was too curious to see where the voices were coming from. I looked out of the window and saw that, thanks to Rob’s antics, between about thirty and forty people had gathered in front of the house and Jordan was already outside, signing autographs, taking selfies and chatting with them.

“Rob, look at what you’ve done, now they’ll all know we’re here!”

He came to stand behind me and looked through the window as well,

“Oh-oh,” he slowly said, “that’s a lot of people.”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, “I guess it’s time to get outta here.”

I took his hand in mine and we walked downstairs and out in the street. We began chatting with happy and excited fans. Some people had only stopped because they’d seen an unusual gathering in the street and a McLaren super car but others were true fans of ours and just couldn’t believe their luck.

I would be lying if I said I was completely relaxed as we chatted and took pictures with the fans. I kept checking that the door to my parents’ house stayed closed but after a short while I began enjoying the moment and stopped worrying.

I shouldn’t have.

A few minutes passed then I felt the need to check one more time and when I turned around again, I stiffened, he was watching us – my supposed father. He stood by the front door and I was surprised to not find him changed. He obviously looked older but, to me, he was exactly as I remembered him – menacing and surly. My mother appeared and began pleading with him to get in their house, which he did, but not without showing his dissatisfaction by refusing to let her touch him.

My mother looked at me and our eyes met for a brief second and then she turned around and followed him inside.

Suddenly a life-time’s worth of anger roiled inside me and I ran towards the front door to get inside before my mother had the chance to lock it behind her, which I knew she’d do. She saw me and froze. I was already past my mother when Rob shouted after me but I carried on going.

I walked inside and was greeted by all the familiar but unpleasant sights and smells of the house I grew up in. I stopped and watched as James sat on the same armchair he’d always occupied then turned on the TV and I remembered eveything I despised about him.

I stood in the living room and watched the man who had made my life a misery for eighteen years. He didn’t pay any attention to me, it was like I wasn’t even there.

“So you’re just gonna ignore me?”

His face showed annoyance and anger and I knew mine did too.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing for the past ten years,” he said disdainfully, still not looking at me, his whole attitude was making me want to just clock him in the face and force him to speak.

“Isn’t that what you did my whole childhood?” I shot back, my voice full of contempt.

“What are you all doing here?” I heard my mother ask as Rob, Jordan and Rob’s parents entered the living room as well – she’d clearly been too surprised by my rush to follow James she’d forgotten to lock the front door before joining him and me.

“Looks like your gay boy’s returned,” he said to my mother, then he looked at me, “I didn’t think you’d ever have the balls to walk back in here,” he sneered.

“Well here I am! See those people outside, they’re there because her,” I pointed behind me to where my mother stood, “fucking mega-rich, famous, gay son returns,” I threw back at him.

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Robert tried to avoid being in the same room as Sean and me for the rest of the day on Saturday. I’m not sure if it was because of what he walked in on or the fact I asked him why Lori had been at the house so early that morning, which he conveniently neglected to answer. After clearing it with our boyfriends and Jacob, Josh and I decided to let him have the house to himself and we all spent the night at Sean and Kevin’s. We spent the whole evening hanging out, just the four of us. It was nice and we all learned more about each other. We ended up blowing up a couple of air mattresses and setting them up in the game room, where we eventually fell asleep.

On Sunday, after Jacob told us he was going to Aaron’s for the day and wouldn’t be back until late that evening, we decided to hang out with the whole group and threw an impromptu party at Sean’s. We invited Pauly and he and Hunter ended up coming over. Pauly was no longer Rogers. Gone was the overly-cocky-douchebag-fuckhead who tried to make our lives hell. In his place was a nice guy who was trying to right some of the wrongs he had done in the past. He apologized to everyone multiple times. Finally, he accepted the fact we honestly forgave him and stopped apologizing.

At one point, Hunter pulled me aside and asked to speak to Sean and me privately. He seemed concerned about something, so I got Sean and we went in the house. Once the three of us were in Sean’s room, Hunter turned to us and asked, “Can y’all do me a favor?”

I answered, “Probably, depends on what you want.”

He sighed and started, “I’m kinda worried Smith is going to try and get into Pauly’s head. I don’t know how, but he seems to know exactly what to say to get to Pauly. I know he’s tried to message, but as far as I know, Pauly didn’t respond. Just, keep an eye on him, please. Granma would be hella-pissed if he lets Smith manipulate him again and would tan his hide.”

I couldn’t stop the chuckle I let out when I got the mental image of a truly pissed off Doris Rogers taking her anger out on Pauly. Hunter smiled at me and said, “You’re imagining Granma kicking Pauly’s ass, aren’t you?”

“I think I would pay money to see that,” I replied with a chuckle.

Sean shook his head but otherwise ignored our commentary and said, “I think we can agree to keep an eye on him if you’ll promise something in return.”

“What do you want me to promise?” Hunter asked apprehensively.

“Talk to your coach and try to get back on your team.”

“What? I can’t do that. I already quit. Besides, I don’t deserve to play.”

I rolled my eyes and replied, “That’s fucking bullshit and you know it. Answer me this- do you enjoy playing football?”

Hunter nodded. “Of course. But that doesn’t change the fact I targeted Sean with the intention of hurting him. I doubt my coach would even let me play again.”

“But you won’t know for sure unless you ask,” I countered.

“Fine! I’ll talk to him tomorrow and see what he says. Just, please keep Smith away from Pauly.”

“We’ll do our best,” I promised.

Once we were finished talking, the three of us headed downstairs. As soon as we walked in the backyard, the cat calls, whistles, and innuendoes started. I shut them all down when I spoke the truth. “What’s the matter? Y’all jealous y’all weren’t invited? Give us about,” I looked at Sean, questioningly, “ten to fifteen minutes, wouldn’t you say? We’ll be ready to go again.”

They all tried to act as if they weren’t interested, but I know they all wanted me. And, let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want Sean? The two of us together would probably be too much for them. They couldn’t handle us.

Eventually, the party started winding down, and by the time Jacob got home at six, everyone was gone. Sean and I hung out in his room while Kevin and Josh hung out in the guest room downstairs (which was Kevin’s room). When I went to tell Josh we needed to head home, they were sitting on opposite sides of Kevin’s bed. He asked me for a few more minutes, so I went back upstairs to give Sean one more kiss. Josh was quiet on the way home. I could tell there was something on his mind but knew he probably wouldn’t talk about it with me until he was ready. I know how surprising this may be, but I decided to be patient and wait for him to come to me.

We drove up to a mostly dark house, only the lights over the stove and the one above the kitchen sink were on. There was a note on the kitchen island from Robert letting us know he was out to dinner with Lori and wasn’t sure when (or if) he would be home and not to wait up for him. I chuckled when I read the note, whereas Josh barely smiled.

Josh and I finished what little homework we had, ate a quick bite for a late dinner, then got ready for bed. About fifteen minutes after I laid down, there was a soft knock on my door. Josh opened the door and asked if I was still awake.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked as he came in the room.

“I can’t sleep. Too Ankara Altındağ Eskort much going on up here.” He pointed to his temple.

“What are you worried about? Talk to me bub.”

“I don’t know. I’m worried about Kevin and everything he’s going through with his dad. I’m worried about Dad, hoping everything works out with Lori. He deserves someone who makes him happy. I’m worried about you.”

“Me? Why me? I’m fine,” I interrupted incredulously.

“Yes, you. Between what happened over the summer and everything going on with Sean, add in the fact you’re going to be applying for schools soon, it’s got to be a lot to deal with.

“And speaking of the summer, I’m starting to feel guilty about something. I’m sad Mimi and Poppa are gone, but I’m happier you’re here with us. Does that mean I’m happy they’re gone? If they hadn’t have died, then you wouldn’t have ever moved down here, you wouldn’t have ever met Sean, he probably wouldn’t have come out, which means Kevin wouldn’t have come out either, so I wouldn’t be with him now. I have way too much to be happy about and it’s all because they died.”

I put my arm around him and pulled him into a side hug. “I promise you, bub, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. As far as this summer goes; yes, I’m sad about it, but if it hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have met Sean. I can’t be upset about that. I will admit I’m a little concerned about applying for schools, but I’m almost sure I can get into the schools I plan on applying to. Robert and Lori are still pretty new, but I think they’ll be fine. And Kevin’s strong. He’ll be fine. He has his uncle, you, Sean, Jacob, Robert, Mr. Landrum and me supporting him in anything he needs. The only thing you need to worry about is you. Now, is that everything?”

He hesitated before he shook his head. I had a feeling I knew what was coming and I know why he was stalling before he said anything. He has it in his head I don’t want to talk about all the shit Mel’s put him through. Just because she is one of my least favorite people on Earth doesn’t mean I won’t listen to Josh vent about her. She’s his mom. I totally understand if a small part of him still feels for her.

Finally, after a few moments of silence, he sniffled and quietly asked, “Why doesn’t my mom want anything to do with me? What did I do wrong?”

My arm was still draped over his shoulders, so I pulled him tighter against me. “I want you to listen to me and hear what I’m saying to you. Mel’s actions have absolutely nothing to do with you or anything you might have done. The way she’s acting is totally on her. She’s the one with the issues, not you. I’m sorry you have to go through this. And trust me, I know it’s easy to tell yourself something’s true, but hard as hell to accept it in your heart. It will take time, but eventually you’ll accept the truth that her leaving and not wanting to see you had nothing to do with you and everything to do with her.”

He sniffled a few times, then said in a soft voice, “Thanks Teej, I know what you’re saying is true, but I can’t help but feel like this sometimes. Umm, do you mind if I sleep in here with you tonight? It’s been awhile since we’ve shared a bed. I just don’t want to be by myself tonight.”

“Of course, you can stay in here with me. I love you, bub, and I’ll always be here for you. Now, let’s get some sleep. We have school in the morning and Robert will probably still have to come by and get ready for work.”

With that being said, I turned out the lights and crawled under the covers with my brother. When Josh and I would share a bed, we wouldn’t cuddle or anything. We both liked the fact there was someone in the bed with us. When we were little and still believed in the closet monsters, we would reassure each other by saying we would watch each other’s backs and wake the other up if the monsters came. Sometimes it’s just nice knowing someone’s there to watch your back. The monsters might not be physically real, but that doesn’t mean they’re not there.

I woke up the next morning when my alarm started going off. I stretched out and opened my eyes and nearly jumped out of the bed. Robert was leaning against my doorframe with his arms crossed and wearing a stupid, silly smile.

I still jerked and let out a little yelp and said, “Jesus-H-Christ, Robert. Creeper much? What the hell are you lurking in the doorway for?”

“I was just admiring my two boys and thinking how lucky I am to have y’all both.”

Ok, this was getting a little too Hallmark for me. So, I gave him a typical TJ Kennedy response. “Yeah, you are lucky to have us. We’re pretty fucking awesome. We both get good grades, are in honor’s classes, you don’t have to worry about us getting some random girl pregnant, and we don’t drink or do drugs. Think of how much worse your life would be if any of those weren’t true.”

His smile got bigger and he said, “There’s the Teej I know and love. Now, is there a Ankara Bahçelievler Eskort particular reason you and your brother are in the same bed?”

To my surprise, Josh answered his question. “Is there a particular reason you didn’t come home on a school night?”

Before Robert could respond, I said, “That might be why he’s smiling. It’s creepy. And now I have the mental image of Robert and Lori having sex in my head.”

Josh backhanded me in the chest. “Did you have to say that out loud? Now I have the image in my head. I need brain bleach.”

“At least y’all didn’t have to hear what we were doing. I really should look into soundproofing these rooms. Neither of y’all nor your boyfriends understand that sound travels and others can hear when you get loud. Now get up and get your butts ready for school. I’ll see y’all there.”

I looked at a blushing Josh and asked, “Did Robert just accuse us of having loud sex? Because, I mean, with the exception of your headboard pounding against the wall every once in a while, I haven’t heard you and Kevin having sex. Are Sean and I loud?”

Instead of answering, Josh groaned and rolled out of bed. He left my room without saying anything else. I decided to take his non-answer as a no, Sean and I don’t have loud sex. I might have to remedy that next time. Not that I want Robert and Josh to hear us having sex, I just like knowing we can be louder if we want.

Driving to school, I started getting anxious about Smith and how he would handle Pauly not wanting to be around him anymore. Would he get mad and start something? Would he blow it off like it was no big deal? Would he get loud and start a shouting match? My questions were answered almost immediately as soon as we walked inside. I heard the shouting before we opened the doors and saw a huge crowd gathered by the main stairs.

Kevin was holding a struggling Pauly in a bear hug from behind. Sean had a fuming, red-faced Patrick pinned against the wall. Chasity was kneeling, helping an upset Ethan gather his books. Mark had Smith pinned against the opposite wall with his forearm across his throat. I ran toward the chaos and asked Jenny, Amber, and Castro what was going on.

Castro responded, “That fuck-face pushed Ethan and made him drop all his books.”

Before he could continue, Coach Wilson’s booming voice was heard. “What’s going on here? Kevin, let Rogers go. Same with you, Mark and Sean. I want the six of you,” he then noticed Ethan and Chasity and continued, “plus you two, to follow me to Mr. Kennedy’s office. The rest of you go somewhere else. Now!”

As everyone hurried to follow orders, Amber took over the story. “Patrick and Ethan, plus Kevin, Sean, and those two,” she indicated Jenny and Castro, “and me ran into Pauly first thing this morning and were hanging out here talking. We decided to go to the cafeteria to wait for y’all. We started walking that way while Patrick went to the restroom. Ethan waited for him and Pauly decided to wait with him. We weren’t too far down the hallway before we heard Smith say, ‘Why are you hanging out with this retard?’ I guess he pushed Ethan out of the way or something, because next we heard was Ethan dropping his books and Patrick and Pauly both yelling. We turned around and saw Ethan on the ground and Patrick getting ready to punch Smith. Kevin and Sean ran towards the group just as Mark and Chasity came in the front doors. Right after Patrick hit Smith and was about to throw another punch, Sean grabbed him while Kevin and Mark grabbed Pauly and Smith. That’s when y’all walked in.”

“What made him push Ethan? I mean I can’t imagine Ethan saying anything to Smith to provoke him. I guess I’ll have to ask Sean about it during English,” I wondered aloud.

The only problem was, Sean never made it to English class. I had to pass by the main office on my way to the auditorium for Drama class. I looked through the glass. I could see Sean, Kevin, Mark, Pauly, and Ethan sitting in chairs. There was no sign of Smith or Patrick. Sean noticed me looking and subtly shook his head. I could tell by the look on his face, this wasn’t going to be a good outcome. I didn’t think he was in trouble. The only ones who probably were going to be in trouble were Smith and Patrick.

During Drama, we were assigned a partner and a scene we had to memorize, block, and ultimately act out the following week. My scene partner was Stacey, which normally would’ve been awesome, except she was so distracted the whole time, we didn’t get anything accomplished. I tried asking her what was wrong and all she said was, “Huh? Oh, I’m fine. What were we talking about?” She glanced over at John and Josh, who were scene partners, with a worried look and didn’t listen to anything else I said.

During Yearbook, I worked on my spreads and stories some, talked to Jenny, and tried not to think too much about what was going on in the office. The next period was my Ankara Bala Eskort free period, so I headed to the front office to see if Robert had anything for me to do. When I walked in, Ethan was sitting outside Robert’s closed door next to a sullen-looking Patrick. Across the room, on the other side of a counter, Smith sat with his arms crossed and a glower on his face. As I got closer to Robert’s office, I started hearing raised voices coming from the other side of the door.

I took a seat next to Ethan and waited for one of them to start talking. Finally, Ethan spoke. “M-m-my p-p-parents are in-in-in there. So is Sm-Sm-Smith’s dad. My p-parents s-s-said something ab-ab-about pulling me out of school. I d-don’t w-want t-t-to leave.”

When tears started falling from his eyes, Patrick took over. “I got two days suspension for throwing a punch. Right now, Smith has a week suspension for bullying and physically assaulting another student, with the possibility of expulsion. Coach Wilson also kicked him off the team. When his dad found out, he immediately came up here and demanded to speak to Mr. Kennedy and Coach Wilson. Mr. Smith was yelling at Coach and Mr. Kennedy, demanding Smith be allowed back on the team. Then when he heard I only got two days suspension and not a week like Smith did, he wanted Mr. Kennedy to extend my time. Mr. Kennedy was explaining the extended suspension was due to bullying when Ethan’s parents walked in. The minute they heard the word bullying, they started talking about homeschooling Ethan again. I know if they are reassured Ethan is safe, they’ll let him stay. I just hope Mr. Kennedy can convince them.”

Robert’s office door opened, and I heard him say, “Ms. Rowling will get the withdraw paperwork for you. The reason for his suspension and possible expulsion will be included. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Hell, no! Joseph, come on. Let’s get out of here.” He turned to Robert with a sneer. “If you continue to give their kind,” he pointed towards Patrick, Ethan, and me, “free reign around here, they’ll take over. They’ve brainwashed Paul Rogers against my son. They’ve practically taken over the football team. And according to Joseph, it all started because of him.” He jabbed his finger in my direction.

Robert tried to intervene, but I couldn’t stop my response. “What the fu…” I managed to get out before I felt a hand cover my mouth. I turned my head and followed the arm attached to the hand to find Ethan’s face. I was seething but seeing something in his eyes made me calm down. I turned back around in time to hear Robert’s response.

“I think it’s time for you to leave the school grounds. Officer McNair will escort you and your son to his locker. He can gather what he needs from there and then he’ll escort you from the building. Thank you for coming in this morning, now if you’ll excuse me.”

I looked behind Mr. Smith and saw Aaron standing there in his uniform. Is it inappropriate for me to imagine Sean when I see him dressed like this and get a boner? I don’t think it is. He looks like he could be Sean’s older brother. I can imagine what Sean’s going to look like in the future when I see him. I could totally see him wearing a uniform just like Aaron’s. Mmmmm. Anyways, Aaron nodded at me and I used all my willpower to not ask if Sean could borrow the uniform. It was hard, but I managed. I was talking about not asking the question, not my dick, which I will not confirm nor deny the hardness of.

Robert turned from Smith and his father to Ethan’s parents and said, “Now, Mr. and Mrs. Marsh, I hope you’ll allow Ethan to continue here. I can personally vouch for Ethan’s group of friends. They are all mature, responsible people. They’re not partiers or trouble makers. The majority of them are in honors classes. He’s with a good group of people who will look out for him and encourage him. I’ve noticed a major boost to his self-esteem since the beginning of this school year.” I didn’t hear the rest of what he said because he closed his office door and spoke with them for about five minutes.

When the door opened again, Ethan’s parents walked out. Ethan hopefully looked up to them and waited to hear what they had decided. His dad asked, “Do you really want to stay? Do you feel safe here?”

“Y-y-y-yes, I-I-I-I d-d-d-do. P-p-p-please,” Ethan began nodding his head vigorously, too excited to speak without stumbling over every word.

“It’s okay, son. I know what you’re trying to ask,” his dad interrupted with a slight smile on his face. He turned to me and said, “You must be TJ Kennedy. Ethan’s told us a little about you. I hear you’re partly responsible for my son joining the track team, along with Mike Hebert.”

I scratched the back of my neck and shrugged. “I’m not sure how much I really had to do with it. I just suggested he meet Mike and they talk to the track coach.”

“Well, that was enough. Thank you. Yours and Sean McNair’s friendship mean a lot to Ethan.”

“It’s no problem. He’s easy to be friends with. Besides, I don’t think anybody could resist him when he turns on the puppy-dog eyes. He has all of us wrapped around his finger. Especially Patrick. I mean, umm, it’s hard for all of us to say no to him,” I started backpedaling when I realized I might have just said too much.

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A Couple’s Invitation – Chapter 2

Guys Night

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Seeing Alec on a Friday late afternoon throws me off immediately– it’s very unusual, and as he walks through the patio towards the entrance of the café we make eye contact and he looks happy to see me. He’s wearing running shorts and a solid gray shirt, something I’ve come to know as his typical workout uniform. I feel my stomach flutter a bit and go back to finishing a cortado. It’s been a month since I spent the night at Alec and Alice’s…a month of hoping we’d get another chance to ‘explore’ as Alec so innocently called it just 36 hours before torturing me in his basement with his girlfriend. It had been a month of replaying all of those small moments that still get me excited, jerking myself off to the memories…a month of pulling up the photos they sent me leading up to our night together…a month exercising more to both try to impress them and relieve my body of some of the endless sexual tension…a month of pretending everything was normal when I handed them their drinks, and wondering if each extra chuckle or quick glance was another form of invitation. They were extremely direct when they first invited me to their condo, so I assume now if they were interested in further exploring this dynamic they wouldn’t be timid.

Over the last four weeks we thankfully have shared quite a few messages back and forth. Inspired by the video Alec showed me of them having sex in the hot springs I recorded a video of myself to share with them. I couldn’t help but feel a little silly sending it, but I can’t deny watching myself jerk off a few feet off a hiking trail covered in sweat, and ejaculating onto the weeds was extremely arousing. “Your cum dripping off and hanging from the weeds…fuck” was the only response I got from Alec. Alice replied, “Saving this one for my spank bank…” and we all laughed.

One night Alec messaged me he was bored and a few minutes later he sent a video of him fucking a clear penis sleeve. His dick slipping in and out mimicked his complex personality, alternating quickly from tender to rough and decisive. Massively aroused I jerked off in front of a mirror recording the whole thing. The video ends with my cum stuck across the glass. “Incredible” is all he said. They seemed interested still, but maybe distracted, and truthfully everything had gone back to a very normal routine until this surprise visit to the café.

A warmer than normal afternoon had the shop a bit busier leading up to our closing time than a typical Friday. Thankfully Alec is the last in our current line so I’m able to take a minute to freely chat with him. I place his long black on the counter and make eye contact with him. He steps over and thanks me for the drink. “Long night ahead of you?” I ask, pointing out how unusual this late afternoon coffee is. He smiles slightly, “Just a little pick me up. What are you doing tonight? You’re done soon, right?” My pulse skips a beat and my conflicted-and horny-mind debates whether that was another invitation, or maybe he just wants to sit down and talk again. “Yeah–I’m out an hour early tonight because I covered someone’s shift earlier this week and can’t go over 40.” I felt bad leaving the closing hour for my coworker Brittany, but she knew it wasn’t my fault and we had been getting ahead as often as we could during the shift on cleaning and putting things away. “Mind if I wait for you to finish?” I look up from my working hands and he shoots me his now signature, barely-visible smile and for a brief moment I find myself missing his lips. “No–I’ll just be a bit longer!” He nods and steps out onto the patio finding a table and he pulls out his phone.

I finish up my shift, hang up my apron in the back and sit down at his table. He sits up and collects his things, “Let’s walk. It’s gorgeous outside.”

We make our way down the busy street, the orange sunset bounces off all of the windows of the store fronts and the apartments above them. He doesn’t speak much, but that’s normal. We exchange some small talk, and after walking a few blocks he surprises me by saying, “You live nearby, right?” “A few blocks west, yeah.” He suggests we go and I am a bit surprised, but it quickly turns to excitement. There’s something about his aura that I can’t ever quite figure out. He always feels like he’s somewhat in charge, but the arrogance I’ve witnessed in him before reads differently now.

I feel like my nerves will never calm down, but I smile because I feel a bit proud to be walking next to him through our neighborhood. “It’s kind of funny–Some of my mom’s family lived in this area so I used to come here as a kid.” We casually walk and I just listen. “It was completely different though. The only thing still here is Seasons, which I would beg my uncle to take us to every time we visited…even in the dead of winter they would have a line out of the door for ice cream and milkshakes.”

“I have a confession — I haven’t been there.” His posture becomes Ankara Akay Eskort animated and he looks at me shocked. “Oh, it’s incredibly mediocre in the best way. We have to go soon!” We share a bit of laughter and both get quiet for a minute.

He finally breaks the silence, “Alice is out of town for the weekend. I took today off work and have just been hanging out at home.” “Oh, yeah–she mentioned that a few days ago. Another work trip?” He nods. We turn the corner and walk up two flights of stairs into my small studio. I can’t remember if I’ve left any messes and quickly scan the room as the door slips open. There’s some empty takeout boxes, which I note to quickly toss back into their bag and tie up… and a few pieces of dirty clothes in front of the closet but I don’t see anything majorly embarrassing.

“Sometimes I get bored when Alice is out of town…” He continues.

I pack up the takeout trash and set the bag next to my kitchen garbage can.

“…so I usually like to find some way to occupy my time instead of just spending too much time watching TV and YouTube.”

He walks through the room. The sun is still above the horizon but the buildings around mine block a majority of the light and the studio is painted with the soft blue haze of evening. I watch him awkwardly and he pauses, leans over and grabs something. He spins around holding a used, tied up condom I had left on the ground.

Mortified, I step forward to grab it. “Fuck I forgot I left that there. I just used it for easy clean up this morning…sometimes when I don’t until late morning…” He pulls away and won’t let me grab it. “Gray–you’re not the first man to jerk off into a condom.” He laughed and I try to mimic his lightheartedness, “I guess I was in a hurry after I finished…” With squinted eyes he dramatically shakes his head pretending to be judgemental. “That’s where you’ve taken all of your pictures and videos for us.” He gestures towards my bed by the big window. I nod. He says, “When I was in college I shared a room with two other guys. They were kind of slobs and I must have stepped on one of their used condoms every few weeks for the whole school year. I moved off campus after that…”

I force a smile, somewhat relieved he’s not mocking me. “I was way too embarrassed to buy condoms then…so occasionally I would steal one of theirs out of the box…but I mostly just used dirty socks. People do strange things for pleasure.”

He migrates to the kitchen and tosses the condom in the trash. “I have trouble seeing you as embarrassed about anything.” He leans on the counter, “Really? I guess I’m pretty different now. I was even more shy and had zero confidence. It’s funny thinking about how much people can change…how in college you’re just this malleable piece of flesh pretending to know what you want.” Still nervous around him with no idea what to talk about I fumble around cleaning a bit more. “Do you want a beer?” He nods, “Yeah–whatever you have.” I open my fridge, which is mostly full of groceries, but no beer left. “Sorry, I don’t drink much and didn’t realize I was out…” He smiles, “No worries.” I feel like a bad host and I want to impress him as much as possible. “We could go grab a drink downstairs and–” I am nearly startled as I turn and find him standing inches from me.

“Gray.” Caught off guard I nod my head slightly waiting for him to say more. “Hey, are you nervous to have me here?”

I can’t help but feel some tension and I don’t even know why it’s there. He reaches his hand out and rests it on my waist like he’s trying to pull me into the same reality and he speaks softly, “I never got to really tell you thank you for that night.” I feel my face turn red and try to shrug it off, smiling and looking down at the ground.

“Seriously. It wasn’t just a fun night for me.” He rotates around me and leans against the small kitchen island. “Alice and I had joked about a threesome and it was a big turn on…something we would talk about during sex…what it would be like…what we could do…but the more we talked about it the more I wanted to know you better. I don’t normally freeze up in front of people, but I usually don’t know what to say around you…”

I chuckle. “I seriously have trouble believing that.” “No–really.” His hand reaches out and brushes my arm. I look up at him. “We had sort of decided a threesome was in our future, but I wasn’t really interested unless it was you. Alice obviously likes you but I started bringing you up every day hoping I could somehow make something happen. I’m just so glad it was you.”

I can’t think of anything to say…I feel my pulse pick up and like a kid with a crush, I just smile silently… His hand moves up my arm and rests across my shoulder.

“I was hoping we could get to know one another more while Alice is out of town…”

My stomach flips, and his thumb slides across my collar bone. “Do you want to show me your shower?” My suspicions of him coming Ankara Abidinpaşa Eskort over are fully confirmed and I nod once again; we walk around my kitchen bar into the small hallway connected to my bathroom. The studio didn’t have a tub, but instead a half-decently sized step-in shower. He slips past me, opens the shower door, and turns on the water. Seeing him standing there reminds me of the photos Alice sent of him showering, except this time I get to see him in person, and I get to see all of him.

He turns his head back towards me, “Take off your shirt.” He acts so decisively and I can’t believe 30 seconds ago we were talking about our little crushes like school kids. I pull my arm out of one sleeve and lift the shirt over my head along with my other arm. He looks down my body and back up at me and he nods, gesturing for me to continue. I release the button on my black pants, my heart starts pounding more heavily. I slip them over my butt and they fall to the floor. I step out of them and slide them behind me with my foot. I’m standing now wearing just my socks and underwear; they’re tight, light gray boxer shorts. I pretend there isn’t a visible wet spot where the end of my half hard dick touches the fabric. I pull each sock off and drop them on my pile of clothes.

For a moment I feel exposed. He’s fully dressed and looking over my body. He moves closer to me and puts his hands on my hips just above the waistband. I feel chills up my back and he hooks his thumbs into the hem of my shorts. I almost laugh at how silly he makes me feel, the way his ultra soft touch makes my skin feel alive. He gravitates closer, slowly, until he’s an inch away and we kiss; it’s quiet and tender. He pulls my shorts down while his tongue dives into my mouth. Our bodies spring towards each other, our chests pressed together and my increasingly hard dick is crushed between us. I breathe in, our faces still pushed together, and he grabs my bare ass and pulls me in harder. I wrap my arms around him and start bunching his shirt up his firm back until I reach his shoulders, we break apart and he quickly raises his arms, the shirt comes fully off and hits the floor. He immediately throws himself forward and grabs the back of my head, each kiss pulls me into a new place. “I’m glad it was you too.” I say between kisses while my fingers slip his athletic shorts down.

He pauses. I feel a tension in his body. He pulls back slowly and his hand cups the side of my face.

“God. Gray. You look…great…”

He moves in for another single kiss, slow and gentle, and our eyes lock together.

He leads me into the shower; I pull him back, “Your socks.” He realizes in the heat of the moment he forgot to remove them and as he bends down to pull them off I remember all over again what a fucking gorgeous butt he has. We step in and I close the door behind us. The water is warm and sprays against our skin. I rotate the shower head to a lighter spray setting and we search for a position where we’re not just getting pummeled. The light pools in through the living space and all of the small water droplets on the glass softly glow.

We kiss again and our tongues dance, our hands explore. I want to never stop touching his body as my hands move south from his back. I grab his ass and pull him into me. I don’t know if it’s because we’re in my home or if it’s something else, but this new found bravery washes over me. I can feel he’s fully hard and his firm dick presses against me. I rotate around him and spin him the opposite direction until I’m behind him. The water head sprays his chest, my hands slide under his arms around him. I kiss his right shoulder and graze my hands across his body. My hard-on is pressed against his backside and for once I feel like I have some of the power. I use his signature technique against him, my hands slide up his chest and I take a moment to knead his nipples between my thumb and finger while I continue placing soft kisses along his shoulders. He lets out a slight moan before I lock my arms around his chest, hugging him, appreciating that this is really happening.

He turns his head, his body rotating slightly and my face leans against his as the water rains down onto us. He fully spins around and grabs my neck just under my chin and we’re having fun vying for control. He pulls my face towards his and kisses me lustfully. He’s powerful and doesn’t want me to forget it. I feel so far away from him and yet we’re still touching; my body aches for him. I reach out between and grab both of his nipples again, but this time to send a message. I pull them roughly, twisting them slightly back and forth. He moans into my mouth and his grin bubbles over with a little laugh. He reaches his other arm around and grabs the back of my neck, one hand holding me from the front, the other from the back. He steps forward and my back presses against the tile wall. I can’t move and he’s sucking my mouth with long, hard kisses. His tactics work and Ankara Akyurt Eskort my focus drifts for a few seconds as I once again experience being the subject of his passion and desire. I pull myself back and grab his hard-on and with long, full strokes I jerk him off. He releases my neck and in return reaches for my aching dick, and everything in me wants for him to finish me off as quickly as possible, but I have already made the decision that tonight I am putting him first.

I press my hands on his chest and he’s forced to take a step back to maintain his balance. I immediately crouch to my knees and take him once again in my hand. I extremely slowly pull back his foreskin and see his wet pink head. I lick him slowly from his frenulum up all the way around his head. I look up at him and he’s watching from above, his uncertain smile telling me I’ve caught him off guard.

I move in and close my mouth around the tip. My tongue explores and he lets out a big sigh. A light saltiness washes over my taste buds and I’m craving him even more. I dive further in, sucking hard. Each time I pull back I wrap my tongue back and forth around him before sliding back trying to give him the best experience of his life. “Gray that’s–” He can’t finish his sentence as another moan slips past his lips. One of his hands holds onto the shower door handle, the other wraps around the side of my head. His fingers grip my hair. I slide all of the way down, pressing my face against him, and I suck in slowly pulling backwards before diving back in to do it all again. “Oh fuhh” He whispers. I repeat this four or five times, his little expressions getting more frequent and louder. I grab the base with one of my hands and twist my head as I dive in and out. I feel him suck in a deep breath–“I think I’m–“

He doesn’t finish his sentence. I quickly grab his ass cheeks and spread them wide, pulling him deep into my face and I feel his muscles contract, and his dick swell. His body starts convulsing, waves ripple through him and he jerks, bending at his stomach with each quick pulse leading to his orgasm. Constant little moans escape his quivering lips. He erupts, the warmth splashes against the walls of my mouth, the salty-sweet taste intensifies. He falls a few inches backward against the tile wall. He lets out a long, slow guttural groan and I can’t help but feel proud to immobilize him in this way. With each pulse his cheeks are pulling inwards against the firm grip of my hands. I glance up hoping to look right into his eyes again and I see he’s gone, in another place, his head back against the wall. He shoots again, I feel him expanding more with each shot inside of my mouth, I slide my cum coated tongue around as I continue gently to ride him. I’m swallowing with each wave of his orgasm. I’ve never seen him actually cum except inside toys or Alice, but I’ve witnessed the aftermath, and now I feel it. He gains some semblance of composure and starts ever so slightly moving his hips to fuck my mouth; I pull and push him to help. His weight changes and he’d be on the floor with me if not for the wall. After 7 or 8 long waves he stops shooting, but I keep slowly sucking him wanting to pull out every last bit of pleasure. A sound comes from his mouth that seems so unlike him; he whimpers and his dick is shuddering slightly like it’s begging to continue despite already giving it’s all. My hands release their grip on his ass and slide up and down his thighs. I suck gently a few more moments making sure he’s completely done. I pull back letting his exhausted dick slip out of my mouth and hang limply.

I compose myself and stand up to see his eyes peek open. The room is barely lit, half from the small remaining light of dusk, and half the ambience of the city street. A euphoric look grows across his face and his body tries to catch up on breathing. “That’s a nice trick…” I coyly grab his hips the same way he earlier grabbed mine. “You’ve never like…spread your cheeks while you came?” He shook his head, “Not like that…” I lean in and our bodies align, touching at every point, and I rest my face on his shoulder. “Well I’m glad I could show you something new…” I whisper. It feels silly how proud I am at this moment to have given him such a memorable orgasm. He wraps his arms around the small of my back. “May I have this dance?” We both snicker at his stupid joke and it breaks the silence. I pull away and he snatches me back for a real hug, and a quick kiss.

I turn off the water, push the door open and step out. “When I decided to come over I didn’t expect the evening to go like that,” he says. I toss him a towel and grab one for myself. “You were such a good host to me before so…”

Alec wipes himself down and covers his head in the towel. I take the opportunity to fully take in his body; he’s this gorgeous mix of fit, but not in an intimidating way. I could be completely jealous of his body if I wasn’t so happy to get to touch him all over. His exhausted dick is thick and half hard and I have to stop myself from reaching for him again. He pulls the towel off his head and he’s glowing. We move through the short hall and end up on my bed. It’s warm inside the apartment so I open the balcony door letting in a cool breeze. I crawl back into bed and sit next to him, my head rests on his arm against the wood headboard.

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PALM SPRINGS VACATION

CHAPTER SIX

Sharon sat up and glanced around at the others, who were lying all about her on blankets spread out on the grass near the pool, recovering from their recent sexual exertions. She giggled as she looked down at her aunt, JoAnn, as she lay there, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her pretty face.

“Aunt Jo!” the young girl exclaimed. “Look at you! You’re just covered with cum!”

JoAnn opened her eyes and raised her head off the ground to look down along her lush, naked body. The golden curls of her love nest were matted with thick dollops of semen while other large, glistening splotches of cum dappled her breasts and belly. Translucent rivulets of jiz were dripping from her face and neck as well. JoAnn smiled and raised her hands, smearing the puddles of semen across her belly and down onto her thighs, then over and around her pert, round breasts, massaging the thick, gooey cock-juice into her flawless skin.

“Ahhh…” she sighed, chuckling softly as she stroked her hands across her smooth, tanned flesh, “my favorite sun-tan lotion!”

Sharon laughed and stood up, saying, “Com’on, Aunt Jo, you’re a sticky mess…let’s go take a shower.”

She reached down and grasped her aunt’s hand, pulling her to her feet. JoAnn stood there for a moment, surveying the three boys lying on the ground around her feet.

“I know these young men just took a shower a little while ago, but do you think we could talk one of them into coming with us to wash our backs for us?” JoAnn asked her niece, loudly enough for the boys to hear.

“I will!” all three boys cried at once as they eagerly jumped to their feet.

JoAnn nodded, smiling as she headed for the cabana, followed by her entourage of young men, all of them entranced by the hypnotic swaying of her shapely buttocks, deliberately exaggerated for their benefit as she walked.

Inside the cabana, JoAnn and Sharon turned on the multiple showerheads and stood beneath the spray while the boys soaped them down. After they were thoroughly lathered, the girls stepped back and the boys stood under the showerheads while the girls soaped down the boys’ bodies. When everyone was well lathered, JoAnn turned off the showers so they could all continue rubbing the lather around on each other without the suds being rinsed away.

Squatting down in front of Bobby, JoAnn grasped the boy’s flaccid penis and began gently scrubbing his cock and balls, working up the lather.

“Ahhhhhh, yes…” she purred as Bobby’s penis gradually grew more and more solid with her manipulations. “Oooooh, there it is…” she cooed with delight after the boy’s prick had risen to full erection. Bobby groaned softly and leaned back against the wall, thrusting his hips forward as JoAnn slowly stroked one hand back and forth along his soap-slickened shaft while she tenderly fondled his soapy balls with the other.

JoAnn looked up at Sharon and found that her niece was watching her, a smile on her face. She tilted her head toward Mike and winked as she reached over and grasped Jack’s already partially tumescent penis. Still stroking Bobby’s soapy prick with one hand, she began working up the lather on Jack’s cock and balls with the other.

Sharon looked down at Mike’s penis then up to his face. He smiled at her and wriggled his eyebrows as he thrust his hips forward. She returned his smile with a crooked smile of her own and squatted down in front of him like JoAnn was doing.

A bit hesitantly, Sharon reached out and grasped Mike’s dangling cock. Gently pulling and stretching his flaccid organ, she soon felt its soft, spongy flesh growing more and more firm as her little hand slid back and forth along that slippery, soapy shaft. As Mike’s penis became fully erect, just inches in front of her face, Sharon felt a fluttering of excitement in her stomach as she continued to slide her soapy fist back and forth along his gracefully upcurved shaft, thrilled to be touching another erect penis for the first time.

Sharon glanced to the side and saw that Jack and Bobby were leaning back against the wall on their shoulders, their hips arched forward, as they gazed down at JoAnn, watching her stroke both their soap-slickened erections with either hand.

JoAnn looked over at Sharon to check on her niece’s progress. She saw that the young girl was watching her, as she squatted in front Mike, grinning with delight as she slid her little hand up and down the long, curved shaft of the boy’s slippery hard-on while fondling his soapy balls with the other. JoAnn smiled back at her and nodded encouragingly.

JoAnn released Jack’s cock and pushed him closer to Mike. She grasped Sharon’s wrist and pulled her hand away from Mike’s soapy balls and wrapped the girl’s fingers around Jack’s thick, hard shaft.

Sharon gasped, a shiver of excitement shooting through her body as she began rubbing escort şişli her soapy fist along Jack’s stout hard-on, thrilled not only to be touching yet another penis for the first time, but to be touching two of them at the same time, now.

“Oooooh…ooooooh…” she cooed as she looked back and forth between the two boys as she stroked their soap-slickened shafts.

JoAnn smiled with satisfaction as she saw her young niece eagerly stroking the two boy’s cocks. Turning back to Bobby, she pulled him closer, touching the head of his penis to one of her tautly erect nipples and circling it around and around that rubbery nub. She moved it over and did the same to her other nipple. After a few moments, JoAnn began to gradually widen the circle, rubbing the head of the boy’s cock though the lather covering her breast in expanding circles, farther and farther around the firm round globe of her breast, until his entire shaft was pressed against her soapy breast, all sides of it sliding through the sudsy lather as it circled around that lovely globe.

JoAnn paused with the boy’s cock-head touching the floor of the valley between her breasts. She grasped his buttocks with both hands and pulled him closer, bending his stiff shaft upward and pressing the underside of his prick between her titties while mashing his soapy balls against her breastbone. Now she grasped both her tits with either hand and squeezed them around the boy’s prick, flexing her back so that the boy’s slippery cock slid smoothly up and down between her soapy breasts.

All aflutter with excitement, Sharon stroked her soapy fists up and down the other two boys’ erect penises. The boys just stood there, gazing down at her in amazed delight.

Glancing up at them, she smiled. “Would you guys like to wash my titties while I wash your cocks?” she suggested.

Both boys eagerly nodded. They both reached forward and placed a hand on one of the girl’s little breasts. “Oooooh, yes…” Sharon moaned as they lathered both her firm little mounds and rolled her taut little nipples between their fingers.

After a few moments, without releasing their pricks, Sharon stood up saying, “You both have two hands…you can wash the rest of me, too, without even letting go of my titties…”

At the girl’s urging, the boys began using their other hands as well, running them through the lather on her slim, soapy flanks and flat belly, and around her back and buttocks, while continuing to caress her soapy breasts.

“Ooooooh…” Sharon moaned softly, her slender body sinuously writhing as the boys’ soapy hands caressed her, while she continued stroking their slippery cocks. “Ooooooh, yes…” she sighed, spreading her feet apart and thrusting her hips forward, “wash me down there, too…”

Both boys slid a soapy hand down her belly to her sudsy love nest, then took turns sliding their fingers back and forth along the crevice of her vagina.

“Oooooh…oooooh…oooooh…” Sharon moaned, her butt slowly gyrating as the boys’ slippery fingers caressed her pussy while her own hands stroked their soapy erections.

Growing bolder as her passions rose, Sharon pushed herself between the two boys, facing Mike. She began rubbing the head of his cock around on her soapy stomach while, still holding Jack’s prick with her other hand, she pulled him up behind her and rubbed the head of his penis around on her well-lathered buttocks.

Pushing downward on Mike’s shaft, Sharon dragged his engorged glans through her sudsy little love nest, then lower. Pushing and pulling on Mike’s stiff, springy hard-on, she slid its slippery head up and down along the crevice of her vulva. After a few moments, she let go of his organ and thrust her hips forward.

Mike’s long, slender penis slid smoothly between the girl’s soapy thighs, the upward curve of his shaft beautifully matching the curve of her vaginal area. As their sudsy pubes met, Sharon wrapped her arm around Mike’s lower back and pressed her soapy body against his, thrilled by the feeling his hot, solid shaft pressed along the full length of her vagina all the way from her clit to beyond her joy-hole, where the bulbous head of his penis tickled her puckered little anus.

Sharon, the side of her face laid against Mike’s chest, slowly writhed her soapy body against his, gently working his cock between her thighs while, with one hand behind her back, she pumped Jack’s stiff, hard cock, sliding his soap-slickened glans up and down through the valley between her firm little ass-cheeks. After several pumps, she slid Jack’s cock-head all the way down to the bottom of her ass-crack, then reached behind him and grabbed his butt, pulling him up tight against her and driving his fat cock between her thighs, its upper surface sliding along the underside of his brother’s curved shaft.

“Ooooooooh…oooooooh…” Sharon moaned softly as she rocked her hips, feeling the boys’ two hot, hard cocks gently throbbing escort taksim between her thighs, stoking the fire burning deep in her tingling pussy.

JoAnn, still tittie-fucking Bobby, watched the soap-smeared head of the boy’s penis poke out from between her close-pressed breasts with each stroke. Looking to the side, she saw Sharon sandwiched between the other two boys. She rose, grasping Bobby’s soapy cock.

JoAnn, holding Bobby’s penis in one hand, pushed him against the others, inserting his soapy prick between Mike and Sharon. She went around to the other side and threw her arms around them all in a five-way group hug, with Sharon in the center.

For several minutes, the five of them stood there in a group embrace, wriggling and writhing their soapy bodies against one another, their hands stroking and fondling one another, until the sudsy lather covering their skin began to dry out and become sticky.

JoAnn reached over and turned on the showers, igniting another round of slippery, full-body contact amongst the group as they rinsed away the soapy residue.

“There…” JoAnn said, turning off the water, “we’re all squeaky-clean now! Well, did everyone have as much fun doing that as I did?”

There was a general chorus of agreement as everyone picked up towels and began drying off.

“Fuck,” Mike commented as he toweled his hair, his still fully erect penis proudly on display, bobbing and swaying with his movements. “I wish every shower I took was that much fun!”

“Yeah!” the other boys agreed in unison.

“Around here,” Sharon said, giggling, “they are!”

Jack wrapped his fingers around his stiff prick and gently stroked it. “I’ve always had fun by myself in the shower,” he said, “but now I know how much better it is when you have someone else wash your dick for you!”

His brothers voiced their agreement.

They all trooped out the cabana, the three boys still proudly sporting erections. It was well past noon now and the sun was shining down with increased intensity. JoAnn looked at the others, then at the sparkling clear pool.

“Have you guys ever been skinny-dipping?” she asked.

“Yeah, we did it once when we went camping near a lake in the woods with a group of guys,” Mike replied.

JoAnn smiled. “With a group of guys? So I assume you weren’t doing it like that…” she said, pointing one by one at their erections, “or with girls!”

The boys shook their heads.

JoAnn smiled and said, “Well, I’m willing to bet that skinny-dipping is a lot more fun when you have a hard-on and there are naked girls with you, too!”

She grasped Sharon’s hand and the two lovely young women merrily pranced across the yard to the pool, their shapely butts bouncing and swaying, and jumped into the water, hand-in-hand.

The boys looked back and forth at each other, then ran and dove in after the girls.

JoAnn swam up to Jack and Mike as they surfaced and stood up in the chest deep water. She reached out and grasped both their erections in either hand. “There, doesn’t that feel good?” she asked rhetorically as she stroked their cocks under the water.

“Oh, yeah!” they cried.

For a time, they all swam about and played in the cool, clear water. Excited and aroused by their first experience at skinny-dipping in the company of two lovely, naked females, all three boys remained solidly erect as they swam and frolicked in the pool. The two girls took advantage of their condition by touching and teasing their hard-ons at every opportunity.

After a time, Mike noticed that JoAnn had disappeared from their little group. Glancing around, he spotted her at the other end of the pool, sitting on the submerged steps in the shallow area. She was lying back, her eyes closed as she lounged in the sun.

Mike quietly swam over to her, and stood up in the waist-deep water at the foot of the concrete steps. He feasted his eyes on the beautiful young woman’s luscious, naked body as she lay on the broad, top step, propped up on her elbows, the back of her head resting against the coping. Her firm, round breasts, slightly flattened by gravity, were now two lovely mounds, topped by her tautly erect, upward pointing nipples. Her butt rested on the edge of the step, half-submerged in the cool, clear water, while her feet were on the next step down, her knees bent and splayed outward, opening up her crotch to the warm rays of the sun.

At the foot of the stairs, Mike stood there gazing between JoAnn’s parted thighs, admiring her lovely, fully exposed vagina. JoAnn’s golden love nest was sequined with water droplets, glittering in the sunlight like diamonds in her soft, damp curls. The outer lips of her vulva were spread far apart, leaving her pink inner folds open to his view. The sun glinted on the shiny little bud of her clitoris as it peeked from those moist folds of tender flesh.

Mike heard a chuckle and he raised his eyes from her crotch to find escort nişantaşı JoAnn gazing up at him, a smile on her pretty face. “See anything you like, honey?” she murmured softly.

The boy blushed, then smiled nervously, realizing he had been caught openly staring at this beautiful young woman’s vagina.

“Oh…uhh, yeah!” the boy replied. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”

JoAnn laughed. “It’s not just that I’m naked?”

“Oh, no…” Mike shook his head. “I’ve seen plenty of naked women in pictures and movies, but none of them looked as good as you!”

JoAnn smiled warmly, her eyes on the head of his erect penis sticking up out of the surface of the water like the snorkel of a submerged submarine. “Well, I certainly appreciate the compliment, but I’ve seen plenty of beautiful women, myself, and I think I’ll attribute your judgement to the fact that you’re seeing me live and in person, rather than as an image in a magazine or on a screen.”

They were quiet for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Finally, JoAnn said, “I got the impression, though, that there was one thing in particular that you were especially interested in a moment ago.”

Mike started and averted his eyes. “Oh! Uhhhhh, yeah…” he stammered. “I was…uhhh…looking at your…uhh…vagina. That’s really beautiful, too.”

JoAnn chuckled. “Now we’re talking!” she said. “It makes me feel all tingly down there to have a handsome young man admire my pussy. I’m really quite proud of it, myself. I think it’s rather pretty, isn’t it?”

“It sure is!” Mike agreed.

“Why don’t you c’mon in closer and take a better look?”

Mike moved forward through the water and crawled up on the step between JoAnn’s feet.

“Come closer, honey…” JoAnn urged.

The boy moved up a step to sit between her knees.

“That’s not close enough, Mike, honey…” JoAnn murmured, her voice low and sexy. “Don’t you want to get a really good look at it?”

Mike leaned forward, reaching across her thigh to place his hand on the step next to her hip, propping himself up. His face was now poised just above her upturned crotch.

“There…that’s much better, isn’t it…” JoAnn purred.

For a long time, the boy silently gazed down at her luscious cunt, spread open there before him, while he studied it intently. Under the boy’s intense gaze, JoAnn’s butt squirmed and her pussy began juice up.

As her butt wriggled, the water that was lapping at the lower end of her vulva slopped over the edge of her slightly open vaginal entrance and splashed against the hot walls of her love tunnel, “Oooooh,” she gasped, a shiver racing through her body.

“Oh, baby…” she purred, “remember how good it felt when I licked and sucked your nice hard cock a little while ago, honey?

Mike glanced up at her face and nodded.

“Well, sweetie,” JoAnn smiled, “girls like that, too!”

Mike started and looked confused.

JoAnn giggled as she realized what she had just said and how it could be confused. “I didn’t mean that you liked having me suck your dick and that most women like doing that. Although that may be true, what I really meant to say was that women like having their pussies licked and sucked, too! And I think most men like doing that as well!”

Mike looked back down at her open crotch. JoAnn spread her knees farther apart and thrust her pelvis upward, offering up her vulva invitingly. Watching the boy’s face as he gazed into her open cunt, JoAnn pumped her knees a bit and clenched her ass rhythmically.

Mike raised his eyes again to meet JoAnn’s. “It’s so beautiful…” he murmured.

JoAnne smiled and said, “Thank you, honey, but, much as I enjoy having you look at it…I’d really like you to try licking it. I promise that you’ll like it.”

Mike looked back down at JoAnn’s lovely pussy, hesitated for a moment, then extended his tongue and tentatively touched its tip to her moist, pink labia. JoAnn let out a soft moan and wriggled her butt to encourage the boy. Mike raised his eyes and smiled at her, then he extended his tongue and touched it to JoAnn’s vulva again, more confidently this time.

“That’s it, honey…” JoAnn murmured softly. “Now go ahead and lick it…oooooooooh, yes…” she moaned as the boy began running his tongue up and down along her moist labia.

“Oh!” JoAnn gasped as Mike’s tongue touched her protruding clitoris. Her body jerked and her ass bounced on the concrete step, splashing water across her thighs and pussy. Mike pulled his head back and looked up at JoAnn, questioningly.

She smiled at him and slid her hands up and down along her inner thighs. Touching her fingertips to either side of her vulva, she gently wiggled her clitoris, then pushed inward, retracting its hood and fully exposing the bright pink head of her erect love button.

“This is my clit, honey,” JoAnn said. “That’s a woman’s ‘special spot’. If you handle it right, she’ll beg you to fuck her. It’s kind of like a tiny penis. When a woman gets excited, it stands up just like your cock does and sticks its head out so it can be touched. Go ahead, sweetie…touch it with your tongue…”

Mike lowered his head and gently touched the tip of his extended tongue to the exposed head of her erect clitoris.

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As Andy Blackston hit his second shot from the fairway, he heard his phone vibrate from the cart. After watching his ball land, he made his way over to the cart and found a text from his wife Jessica, it read, “Pick up some chicken for dinner, Maggie came over after work and we want to grill out and drink wine.” Andy was a teacher at the local high school, and that day, the teachers had an in-service day without student and being that the weather was gorgeous, especially for late fall, Andy had blown off the afternoon sessions to play golf with his buddy and dad.

He laughed, then read the text to his buddy and his dad. His dad is a quiet guy, but he scoffed and said, “Lucky bastard, two beautiful ladies telling you to hurry home.”

Andy was 33 years old, about 6’1 with a trim, athletic body. His wife, Jessica was 30, 5’8 with the perfect hourglass figure of someone blessed with good genes and who took care of herself. Like him, Jessica was also a teacher, her teaching special ed science and him teaching math. Jessica had three classes where it’s just her and students and then four where she is with another teacher. The other teacher in this case was a younger teacher named Maggie.

Maggie was year or two out of college and had moved to their small rural town for her first job. Maggie was someone that caused you to stop when you first saw her. She was almost 5’11 with VERY pronounced curves, especially her bust. Being new to the area, and especially with there not being many young people, Maggie had become incredibly close with Andy and Jessica. She spent a lot of time at their house rather than her tiny apartment and watched their dog/house sat when we were gone. Maggie had a long-term boyfriend in college, but they had broken up about 6 months after she moved to the area, and he refused to “move to the sticks” as he put it. Jess was an only child, causing her to take an immediate liking to Maggie, developing a bit of a sisterly bond.

After finishing their round, Andy did as he was asked, making his way to the grocery store to get some chicken before making his way home. When he got home, he walked around the back of the house and found Jess and Maggie sitting on loungers with glasses of wine. As he came around the corner, he whistled and said, “A guy could get used to coming home to this!”

Both giggled and held up their glasses and Jess said, “About damn time, we are hungry and need a refill.” He took both their glasses and went inside where he discovered one bottle was empty, but another was chilling. he refilled their glasses, prepped the chicken, and poured himself a bourbon before heading back out. “Your drinks ladies.”

“Now this is service I could get used to.” replied Maggie.

He laughed, fired up the grill, and while waiting for it to preheat, asked what he had missed during the afternoon meetings.

Jess and Maggie both scoffed and began to fill him in on what had been discussed, the latest small-town drama, and other pertinent information. As he cooked dinner, the ladies continued talking, both occasionally “cat calling” him as he cooked before descending into their normal laughter. With the chicken and the sides done, they all sat down to eat, and after they all pitched in for clean-up, before settling in to enjoy the freakishly warm evening for middle of November.

As it began to get dark, Maggie stood up to go inside to the bathroom and stumbled. As she giggled, Jess started laughing and said, “Girl, you aren’t driving anywhere, you need to sober up, you’re staying here tonight!”

After some short protests from Maggie, she gave in and goes, “Well if I’m staying, I’m getting another bottle of wine!”

Andy just laughed, and suggested, “Why don’t we head inside then?”

The women nodded and they all moved inside to our TV room. Andy ended up on the couch with Jess on his right and Maggie on his left. As they continued to talk and drink, Maggie kept bumping her hand into his thigh and knee. He of course noticed but didn’t think anything about it because she always talked with her hands when sober and tended to get more animated once she had been drinking. Eventually her hand came to rest on his leg and didn’t move; between fits of laughter Jess looked over and said, “Maggie what’s that hand doing?”

Maggie looked down and goes, “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I wasn’t even thinking.” She moved it quickly which caused them all to laugh.

As they all settled down and silence fell upon them, Jess looked over at Maggie with a serious face and said, “Maggie when was the last time you got laid?”

They had discussed relationships before and Andy had heard the two of them talk about sex quietly, but this forwardness was unexpected. escort beşiktaş He glanced between the two of them and as Maggie began to grow redder; he tried to cut the awkwardness, saying “Don’t put her on the spot like that.”

Jess replied, “Andy shush, when was it, Maggie?”

Maggie said very quietly, “8 months, I hooked up with Adam when I went back to my college for a sorority reunion.”

Andy wasn’t sure how to respond, sitting their silently, but Jess filled the void, “Holy shit girl, that is TOO LONG!”

Maggie immediately said, “What am I supposed to do? All the guys around here have a baby momma, or only have half their teeth! None of that is worth dealing with!”

Maggie kind of sighed and sank into the couch; Andy gave Jess a look that said, “What the hell are you doing?”

The issue was, he could see her thinking and after a minute of absolute silence, Jess leaned forward so she was looking at Maggie and said, “How about you sleep with Andy and I?”

Andy was left speechless, and Maggie just stared off into space. After 30 seconds, but what seemed like an eternity, Andy tried to say, “Maggie, Jess has had a lot to…”

Maggie cut him off and with a shrug of her shoulders said, “Sure, I had two guys in college, but never a man and a woman.”

To say Andy was in shock was an understatement, he kept looking at one, before shifting his look to the other. Jess looked at both and smiled, then said, “Well that settles it. Maggie, we have a king size bed, why don’t we head there?”

The two women got up and headed towards the bedroom; Andy just sat on the couch in disbelief that seemingly, he was about to sleep with his wife and another woman. Sure, they had talked about bringing another woman into the bedroom, especially since Jess had disclosed that she had a bit of a bisexual streak during college.

Once they reached the hallway, Jess turned around and said, “Are you coming or is it just going to be us two?”

He got up and followed them down the hallway, shutting the door to their bedroom so the dog wouldn’t intrude. No sooner than he shut the door, Maggie and Jess sat on the bed and Jess said, “One rule, Maggie, I know you are on birth control, but Andy will not cum inside of anyone but me, got it?”

Maggie shook her head and said, “Of course, I prefer swallowing, facials, or on my tits anyway.”

Andy groaned and continued to stand there dumbfounded until Jess looked at him and said, “Get over here, the woman hasn’t had a dick in 8 months, help her out.” He walked over to the bed and Maggie’s hand immediately undid his belt and pulled down his shorts and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. He was at “half-mast” when they got to the bedroom, but hearing Jess and Maggie talk about his cum, made him spring to his full 7″.

Maggie began to stroke his cock and said, “Oh, Jess you weren’t kidding, it is a great cock.”

Jess meanwhile had stood up and was stripping her clothes and said, “Wait until it’s in your mouth and cunt.” As she finished saying that Maggie nodded and took the head of his cock in her mouth, wetting it, then began to work down the shaft.

As Maggie sucked his cock, Jess came over and helped him with his shirt and they began to kiss. As they kissed, they could hear Maggie slurping as she gave him a very wet and sloppy blowjob, covering his cock in her saliva. He grabbed Jess’s ass and then moved his hand around to her pussy finding her shaved like always and already wet. Jess pulled away to moan a bit and then said, Maggie, that is fucking hot, but I want some of it. Why don’t you get undressed?”

Maggie agreed, murmuring with his cock in her mouth and let go with a pop. As she stood up Jess kissed her passionately and said, “Mmmm you taste like him, get undressed.”

Jess got down on her knees and took his wet cock in her hand, slowly jerking him before taking it into her mouth. Something they had discovered very early on in their relationship was that Jess had no gag reflex, and she loved to deep throat him whenever she could; it wasn’t long before she started working his cock deep into her mouth and throat.

All the while, Andy was a bit distracted as Maggie began to undress. Maggie wasn’t a stick by any means, but she wasn’t fat either. She was very healthy, making sure to exercise and to eat right, but there was no denying the woman was stacked in all the right areas. She slid out of her leggings revealing no panties and a clean-shaven pussy; she then took the hem of her shirt in her hands, lifting and removing it to reveal a black Under Armor zippered sports bra that was struggling to hold her tits in, the tops of them escort levent spilling out.

She unzipped the bra, undid the clasp in the middle, then shrugged it off her shoulders, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. As her tits dropped free, Andy simply muttered, “Wow.” Maggie’s tits had to be at least a DD, if not an E cup. They were topped with large areolas, with the firm nipples jutting out. It was beginning to sink in that he was going to fuck both of them; like every guy, Andy had dreamed of a threesome with two women, but even with their conversations, he didn’t think it would ever happen.

He finally spoke and told Maggie, “Come here, I want to feel that pussy.”

She grinned and walked towards him before saying, “Jess am I allowed to kiss him?”

Jess hummed “Mmhmm” with his cock in her mouth, causing Andy to let out a moan as he wrapped his arm around Maggie’s waist. He and Maggie began to kiss before he slipped his hand to her pussy to find her wet, just like Jess. He slipped a finger between her lips and lightly stroked, causing her to moan into their kiss.

Right as he slipped his finger inside of her, Jess bottomed out, gurgling on his cock and causing him to moan just as Maggie had done from his finger. He began to slide his finger in and out of Maggie, aiming for her g-spot. She pulled back from their kiss and began to moan., causing Jess stopped sucking and mouth, “Make her cum.”

He nodded and slid another finger into Maggie and began to work her towards an orgasm. Jess stood up and moved to take one of Maggie’s nipples into her mouth. Once she did, Maggie’s eyes shot open and between moans said, “Oh god, just like that!” Andy and Jess kept their motions up for another few minutes until Maggie moaned, “I cummmminngg.” Andy felt her pussy clamp on his fingers and with Jess’s help, they held her upright as her body convulsed through her orgasm.

As she came down from her orgasm, Andy and Jess grinned; finally, Maggie said, “Thank you so much, for the first orgasm other than my vibrator, that was wonderful.”

Jess smiled at her and said, “Good, but you’re not done. Why don’t we get on the bed, and you ride him?”

Not wanting anyone to change their mind, Andy quickly moved to the bed and lay down; Jess climbed up and rested against the headboard while Maggie crawled up and straddled his pelvis; she looked at them both and said, “Are you sure?”

Andy looked to Jess, making sure that she was sure, as she said, “Oh, I’m sure.”

Maggie nodded and lined up her pussy and his cock, she said, “Jess, thank you so much for this ahead of time; I forgot how much I needed a cock.”

Jess smiled and said, “No problem, babe, just make sure you ride that cock good.”

Maggie slid down onto his cock slowly and when she reached to bottom, they both sighed. Her pussy was wet, warm and incredibly tight, wrapping itself around his cock. As she sat on his cock, she looked to Jess who had begun fingering herself slowly and said, “You weren’t kidding about the size, it is stretching me just right.”

Jess nodded, “I told you girl, it’s perfect.”

Maggie nodded and began to slowly ride up and down on his cock. Andy couldn’t help comparing the two women; when Jess rode him, there was very little up and down, and more him thrusting and her grinding against him. With Maggie, he had to do nothing; he rested his hands on Maggie’s hips and ass and she moaned more and more as she bounced up and down on his cock. She began to slow down a bit and said to him, “Grab my tits.”

He did as she asked and began to pinch her nipples and squeeze her tits feeling the soft flesh give with each squeeze. This went on for another minute or so until Jess who had been quiet other than moans said, “Let me do that, Andy, eat my pussy.” Jess rose up, straddled his face, then lowered her pussy to his mouth so he could eat her out while Maggie rode him.

He couldn’t see what was going on, but he knew that Maggie was moaning more and more, and Jess’s moans were interspersed with them. Jess let him know she was getting close and told him where to focus his tongue. Maggie sped up until she was slamming her pussy onto his cock as he felt Jess’s pussy begin to leak her juices. Soon Jess began to moan and cum, and shortly after Jess’s orgasm began, Maggie let out another moan of, “I’m cumming” as he felt her pussy contract around his cock.

As both women came down from their orgasms, Maggie slipped off his cock onto her side while Jess got off his face and sat back against the headboard. As they all caught our breath, he said, “I’m glad you two came because I dunno how much longer I could last.”

He escort maslak sat up and looked at Maggie and told her, “Lay down, I need a minute and I haven’t got to taste your pussy yet.” She nodded her head and laid back allowing him to get between her legs and begin to lick her freshly fucked pussy.

As he worked on her slit and clit, he heard Jess say, “Do you want to eat me out?”

Maggie moaned from Andy’s stimulation, then said, “Yes, but I’ve never done it.”

He glanced up to see Jess’s ass as she held onto the headboard, straddling Maggie’s face as she had done to his earlier. He could see Maggie reaching her tongue out and gently licking Jess’s wet slit. It didn’t take long for Jess began to grind her pussy into Maggie’s face as he licked and sucked Maggie’s pussy for all he had.

Quickly, Maggie began to cum, her pussy once again contracting around his two fingers that he added that were hitting her g-spot; her moans stifled by Jess’s pussy clamped over her mouth. As Maggie came down from her orgasm, Jess slid off her and said, “Okay Andy, that’s enough calming down, get behind me and fuck me!”

As they shuffled into position, Jess said to Maggie, “Your tongue is good, but let me show you, lay back.”

Maggie once against nodded as she reclined in the bed and Andy slid into Jess. Once he was completely in her, she let out a moan, then dropped her shoulders to the bed and began to lick Maggie from the bottom of her slit to her clit. Watching Jess eat Maggie out was one of the hottest things Andy had ever seen and had to fight too not cum too soon. As he kept thrusting into Jess, she paused for a second, looked over her shoulder and said, “You had better pull out, and cover her tits.”

He nodded and went back to thrusting while Jess went back to Maggie’s pussy. As both women began to moan louder, Andy saw Maggie reach up and began to cup and squeeze her own tits. It wasn’t long before Maggie began to cum from Jess’s tongue; Andy sped up slightly, making sure to hit Jess deep like she liked.

As Maggie came down from her orgasm, Jess lifter her head and began to moan as her own orgasm started. Andy felt her pussy contract and kept thrusting until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out of her wet pussy, Jess shifted and collapsed next to Maggie, and he moved up towards the head of the bed, Maggie looked at him, continuing to cupping her tits. As he got into position, Maggie said in a sultry voice, “Cum all over my tits.”

Jess reached over as he stroked his cock, cupping and massaging his balls until he groaned and shot five solid ropes of cum onto her tits, the first three landing on her left one the other two on her right one.

As his orgasm subsided, he lay down, joining the tangled mess of body parts. They lay there and caught their breath for a few minutes. Andy felt the bed shit and when he looked up, Maggie was scooping some of his cum off her tits and putting her fingers into her mouth. As she did, Jess said, “Hey girl, you don’t get all of it.”

Jess sat up and began to lick the rest of his cum off Maggie’s tits, causing Maggie to let out another sigh. They continued to lay there for a few minutes while Maggie then Jess went to pee.

As Maggie and Andy waited for her to finish, Maggie cuddled up against him and slowly cupped his balls; he groaned and he looked at her and said, “Sorry I’m no porn star, it’s another 3-4 hours before I can go again.”

She laughed and said, “That’s fine, I wouldn’t do that without Jess being here, but thank you for the great sex, I really needed it.” Before he could respond, Jess yelled from the bathroom, “Come on you two, we need to shower before bed.”

Their shower consisted of more kissing and groping, both women having another orgasm courtesy of the other as Andy enjoyed the show. They went to bed and when he woke up the next morning, both Jess and Maggie were gone. He headed downstairs to find that Maggie was finishing breakfast, wearing one of his hoodies and nothing else while Jess stood at the coffee pot in her robe; both women smiled, taking turns to kiss him good morning. With plates dished out they ate breakfast, reminiscing about the night before and how fun it was.

Andy couldn’t help but think there might be round two before Maggie left, but once breakfast was finished and cleaned up, Maggie headed upstairs to change, then made her way to the front door. As she left, she thanked both of them for a wonderful night, kissing each of them again before making her way to her car and heading out. As they shut the door, Jess looked at him and said, “That was fun! Now, I need you to bend me over the couch and fill my pussy up.”

He grinned and smacked her ass, following her into the living room. As she shed her robe, he dropped his shorts and moved behind her as she bent over the back of the couch he said, “I should have filled you up last night and had Maggie clean you up.”

He sank into her, causing her to groan and as he began to thrust, she said, “Maybe next time.”

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Tommy looked between the two splayed strangers in front of him.

Beads of sweat were dotted down the man’s back. The hairs of his ass were wet with it. He was laid on the bench, facing away from the crowd, with his head bound in a black leather sack. His lips were puckered out, gasping for air through the holes of a ball gag. The bench ended at the man’s belly, leaving his half-swollen cock dangling from the end. His knees were bent forward, tied against his elbows, and strapped down to the floor.

Tommy shifted his gaze over at the woman. She was bound just as tight, but she was on her back. Her hairy cunt glistened, dripping with animal need. It seeped down the cheeks of her wide ass and left droplets against the floor.

Toys were lying on a shelf beside the wall, with vibrators of every size. He could guess that someone had been teasing these poor souls for a while. God knows how long they’d been at it for.

The woman’s face was also bagged, but she had a nose out to breathe from, and she had no gag in her mouth. Her lips hung open, bright red and ready to be used.

Her arms were bound beneath the bench. Her legs were each tied in a way to keep them open and pried back. Her doughy tits heaved with every breath. The nipples were tight, pink knobs.

“He’s never had a man in his ass before,” someone called out into his ear.

Tommy nodded, glancing between them again.

“She’s had plenty,” someone laughed.

“Maybe she’ll like hearing someone turn her husband into a little bitch,” Tommy said.

He didn’t speak loudly, but no one missed a word of it all the same.

The man on the bench squirmed wildly. The woman beside him twisted just as hard, like she was trying to peek despite the bag on her face.

Tommy grabbed the meat of the man’s hairy ass with both hands and squeezed it tight. The stranger’s legs bobbed in the air, nervously trying to tap against the ground. A low, pitiful moan wailed out through the ball gag.

Pre-cum seeped out of Tommy’s cock from the sound of it.

There was lube on the shelf. Tommy didn’t even need to reach for it. Someone pressed it into his hands the moment he turned toward it.

The crowd went silent as he poured it onto the man’s ass, letting the thick fluid trickle its way down through the crack.

Even the crowd watching from the stairs could hear the man’s squeals through the gag now.

Tommy stroked the head of his cock between the man’s cheeks, wetting it in the sweat and lube. The man gave a great shake of his entire body as Tommy found the hole. He swirled around the rim of it, savoring the soft resistance of it, watching the folds of skin stretch.

The boy pulled back his hand and cracked it against the meat of the man’s ass. He pressed himself inside.

The man on the bench gave an ear-splitting squeal. The legs kicked frantically, uselessly. A dozen hands found their way onto Tommy’s back, and pressed him further in.

Camera flashes erupted around him. The screams of the crowd were deafening. Tommy hardly noticed it.

The man’s squeal turned to a howl as his legs tapped harder against their straps. The stretch of the rope was audible as he pulled at it.

He was every bit as tight as promised.

Tommy’s hands slipped against the stranger’s sweat-slicked back. The bag on the man’s head had a handle on it. Tommy gripped that instead, and rode him harder, letting the sound of slapping meat drown out the wails and the cheers.

The man’s hairy ass gripped the length of him, trying to push him out, but only managing to stroke Tommy’s cock tighter. He was lost in everything but that grip as he slid in and out. The feeling of the man’s damp fur against his body, the weight of the man’s fat-padded muscle, the warmth of his insides… Tommy tipped toward the edge.

The man gripped Tommy hard, his howls turning into a sharp scream.

Tommy blinked his eyes open as the man convulsed around him. He heard the wet jets of spray hitting against the floorboards. The stranger had blown his load.

Tommy nearly doubled over, laughing along with the crowd.

“I think he likes it!” someone called out.

“Your husband’s a little faggot, girly!” escort osmanbey another cried. “He likes that asshole bred!”

Tommy cracked his hand against the man’s ass. “I come first,” he shouted playfully. “Hear me?”

The man in the mask sagged lifelessly. Tommy sighed as the man’s grip on him loosened. He gave the crowd a dramatic shrug. That certainly hadn’t gone as expected.

The man’s legs did another dance against the ropes as Tommy slipped out of him. He strode over to the shelf of goodies, looking around for something he had spotted earlier.

A hooked black vibrator came back with him. He oiled it down and slipped it all the way up the man’s ass, right to the hilt, in one push.

“That goes on Low until I turn it off,” Tommy told everyone.

“Now I’m going to use your wife like a whore.”

The crowd’s cheer hit him like a wave. The flash of cameras flooded the room again.

He waved them all off and grabbed another toy. It was short and stubby. It gave a low rumble as he flicked the switch in his hand.

Now it was the girl’s turn to thrash against her restraints.

Tommy eased himself between her legs, teasing her with a stroke of his cock down her thighs. He could see the tan lines of her that ended high on her legs. She wasn’t fat, but she was out of shape. The smell of her made it clear she was in desperate need. All of it made his cock harder.

“I’m going to taste her asshole,” Tommy told the crowd.

He knelt slowly, brushing his mouth against the inside of her thighs, huffing and biting as he eased himself into place. Her ass hopped against the bench as she tried to avoid it.

Tommy gripped her legs hard and held her still. He leaned his face in, pressed his lips against her small hole, and forced his tongue inside.

It took a moment to hear her voice over the crowd. He wondered how long she had been calling out. She screamed “No!”

He turned the toy up higher and pressed it between the lips of her drooling cunt. After a moment, she rubbed herself against it like an animal.

It didn’t take long. He buried his tongue in as far he could go, slipping it in and out of the tight muscle, stroking around the rim of her. Her body convulsed, squeezing his tongue out of her as she shook against the ropes.

Tommy forced his tongue back inside, digging in as slowly and steadily as before.

He couldn’t tell if she came again, or if she’d never stopped. Her skin was beet-red and shaking weakly by the time the battery in the toy finally died.

He forgot all about the crowd. He forgot about the group. He forgot about needing to leave.

They had given him bodies to play with. He needed them. He needed to use and dominate and degrade them. He needed to fuck them until they were broken.

How could he have ever thought that he didn’t belong?

He slipped his balls into the woman’s mouth, and let her tongue at them greedily. He pawed at her pale, sagging tits. He licked and bit at them like an animal, dripping a trail of pre-cum across her shoulders as he worked.

When he was ready, he walked back between her legs, leaned forward, and climbed on top of her. He clawed at her tits and buried his face buried between them.

Without trying, his cock slid inside the warm, furry lips of her. He glided in effortlessly. She was warm, and soft, and comforting.

She moaned, and her husband called out just the same. Tommy pressed his lips against her mouth to shut her up. Their tongues twisted together as Tommy’s hips beat faster. He melted against the soft curves of her body, and the warmth of her wet, hairy cunt.

Tommy pressed his mouth harder against hers until their teeth clacked together. His scream poured out into her as she licked his tongue. She rode against him with the little leeway she had, milking every last drop of seed out of him, letting him bury himself into her body, to melt inside of it.

The boy pulled away anyway, unable to hold back, and let out a deafening scream across the room.

His hips kept pumping. He worked faster, until his cum spilled out in wet, foaming loads. He grabbed at her ankles, crushing them escort kağıthane between his fingers as he drove in harder than ever, burying himself in deeper, making her grunt with every harsh slap.

He squeezed at her legs, tighter and tighter and tighter, screaming as he drove in harder. His whole body went mad with the need to break her open.

After a long while, he staggered backward, panting for air, hardly able to stand upright. His glazed eyes roamed back and forth between the couple, and he basked in his glorious work.

White spunk bubbled out from between the girl’s legs as she panted and heaved. The man’s limp cock dribbled onto the floor in a constant stream. He shook as the rod in his ass rumbled away. Both of them had patches of red against their skin that were so dark they were nearly purple. They were dotted in sweat and goosebumps from head to toe. Each of them sounded like they were moaning from the bottom of their souls.

The party guests flooded past him, eager to take his place. The bodies strapped to the benches quickly vanished beneath the crowd. There was a wave of discarded clothes and a deafening roar of excitement.

Tommy watched the backs of them all, angling his head to see if he could catch a glimpse of the action. When he couldn’t, he forced himself to take a step away. He forced himself to take another. Each one was as hard as the last.

As he hit the bottom of the stairs, Tommy grabbed clothes from the ground. He didn’t stop to worry if they were his or not as he started to pull them on.

“You did well,” Mrs. Hastings whispered into his ear.

He nearly jumped. He hadn’t seen her there behind him. She slipped something into his hands before he could think of anything to say to her. It took a moment to remember what it was, or what he had come there for.

Mrs. Hastings went back to watching the action from her phone.

Tommy turned away quickly, pulling a shirt over his head as he headed back up the stairs, through the crowd of people that still lined the way. Everyone was red-faced and leering at him with drunken delight. He ignored them all, pushing his way toward the front door, heading toward home.

He shouldered his way into his bedroom and hit the bed at full force, sprawling across the sheets sideways, eager to black out.

After some time had passed, he realized he had left his socks somewhere in the basement. He blinked in the dark for what felt like hours.

It was a long while before he remembered to check the envelope Mrs. Hastings had slipped him. He flicked through it with one eyelid open. There was no eight thousand, though. It was easily ten or eleven. He’d count it against when he was sober.

Tommy wriggled out of his shorts and climbed fully onto the bed. He could still smell those two on him. His cock swelled to full length again in a heartbeat.

They were still there, he realized, bound and gagged. He could walk back over there in half a minute.

It was his party, after all. They would let him take another turn.

He could leave that man’s asshole dripping his cum, too. It was only fair.

Tommy could picture his thick white spunk running a trail down through the man’s hairy ass crack, dripping down to the man’s heavy sack, and spilling to the ground.

Tommy could have his turn, and he could ram a toy up the wife’s ass, too. He could picture her body now. The crowd was still using her, and emptying their loads again and again across her pale skin. She’d be soaked by now, from head to toe. He could walk right over and lick her clean. They would cheer for every stroke of his tongue.

He slipped off the edge of the bed, landing on his feet. The world swayed dangerously again. He took a careful step toward the door, twisted, and collapsed back onto the sheets.

He opted for his hand instead, pumping against his lap as he laid half-against the mattress. He blew his load in a few strokes, and let it spray against the carpet. He slumped down to the floor, and was asleep a moment later.

He shot bolt-upright again, into a room flooded with light, feeling just as nauseous as before.

Tommy blinked escort mecidiyeköy around the room, finally landing his attention on the envelope of cash. After counting it again, and feeling no less certain about his math, he hobbled into the shower and scraped himself clean.

All of his good clothes were already packed, so he re-dressed in what he had instead. It definitely wasn’t his clothes. He slipped the money in his pocket, and headed out into the hall.

His dad was there at the table, crouching over to read the morning paper. The clock on the wall showed it was already past noon.

“Heading out?” his father whispered, not bothering to look up.

Tommy nodded, knowing it wouldn’t be seen. “I stayed another night.”

“Okay,” his dad said, sinking back beneath the paper. “Call us.”

“Uh-huh.”

Tommy pushed onward. He was halfway down the driveway when his mother appeared at the door, pulling her robe tighter.

“I’m up!” she called over, shielding her eyes from the light as she gave a wave. “Are you going?”

Reluctantly, and with a great sigh, he headed back over and nodded. “I’ll call you when I get there, Mom.”

“Alright,” she said, nodding at him. She pulled him into a long hug, and he did his best to avoid her eyes.

He couldn’t help them. He couldn’t warn them about their new friends. There was nothing he could do but hope that they would fare better than he had.

Everyone else that the Hastings and their group had set their eye on had fallen into the trap. Marriages were ruined, and people were broken. They were a natural disaster, tearing their way through the suburbs.

His parents would have to be stronger than that. And they would have to go through it on their own.

As he stepped away, he spotted the marks.

First, he noticed the one foot, and then the other. It was like a discoloration, or a bruise. He started to ask her about it.

Tommy opened his mouth. The words were nearly out. But then they were gone.

All of it was gone. In every direction his mind seemed to turn, it was like heavy iron gates crashing down, blocking him off. Everywhere he turned, his mind went suddenly blank, repelling him away. Some thought he couldn’t quite touch was swallowed deeper and deeper down inside of him.

Tommy stumbled away from her, his eyes blank, his mouth slack. He couldn’t

make himself speak. He shook his head to clear it, and shook it again harder, but nothing seemed to come. And she hardly seemed to notice. She had a dreamy kind of smile as she gazed off toward the Hasting’s home with bloodshot eyes.

Tommy shook his head more violently and dashed back toward the car. After a few minutes, he turned the keys and rolled out of the driveway.

Iron gates crashed down. His heart beat in his throat. He couldn’t hold a thought. It felt like drowning.

He forced his foot onto the peddle and the car lurched forward faster. It became easier from there.

All he had to do was go forward.

Halfway down the street, he came to a dead stop. His fingers scrambled for his phone. Tommy found the address book and went down the list blocking every number. Then he deleted every message.

He drove on, puttering along at twenty under the speed limit, oblivious to the honks and middle fingers, driving until he found himself at the edge of town.

He kept going forward, past the edge of the state. He went on until he hit the coast, then he turned and followed it upward. All the while, mile after mile, heavy iron gates crashed down before him.

But they were slowing as whatever horrible thought was buried deeper and deeper. He drove on, staring ahead in blank silence, his knuckles white against the wheel.

—

When asked, years later, why he never went home, Tommy could say honestly that he didn’t know.

His parents and he had simply lost touch. Life can be like that sometimes, once a kid grows up. Everyone had their own life to live. It was best not to dwell on these things.

They had been fine parents, though He had been happy. They had grown up in a nice little town, with good people, and good neighbors.

It had all been rather quaint.

Just, sometimes, when he tried to think back to all those good people, and that nice little town, his hands would begin to shake. His foot would tap against the ground nervously.

Sometimes they would shake and tap when he wasn’t thinking of anything at all.

But it was a good life. He was happy. And it was best not to dwell on these things.

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If you’ve read my story “Foot Job Stewardess” or “Admiring Her Asshole” then you know my wife and I have a real open marriage. Not like the ones people talk about where one person is all into running around and the other is sad and jealous, but the one where we have fun with our lives and share every detail with each other and eat up every moment. We also lick out every moment from time to time after our adventures. Now as some of you might’ve gathered I’m a man with a box for a head, like corrugated cardboard. You might’ve even picked up on the fact that my wife is a werekitten, but that’s neither here nor there today. What today’s story is about is the time I was at my best college friend Tim’s wedding and stayed at his house for a night before going to the hotel that the wedding reception was going to be held. Now I wasn’t his best man, that was a job that his current best friend had, and I was more than fine with that. Now the house was pretty packed with family and some friends that came from around the country. I knew some of them, but most of them were strangers to me. Mrs. Dadbod wasn’t going to join me until the next night when I checked into the hotel. Before I left she said to me,

“Don’t forget to have fun and you don’t have to wait for me. Also, I want to know all about it!”

Well, I didn’t think anything would happen, not with that much family around, as I knew his family was pretty prudish. Either way, you never know when a chance to hook up and fuck might present itself. When I got there I was introduced to his new best friend, Dave, and Dave’s wife Christie. As is, at times, fairly normal, for the first hour both of them took on a fascination with my box head. Her more than him. Of course after the first hour, whatever it is, whatever aura that comes with the box, causes people to just accept it. Of course I took on a fascination with Christie’s killer body and extremely nice ass. She was wearing a short dress that had to be constantly adjusted, and it was a pleasure to see her ass cheeks check in from time to time and more often than not. We all went out for lunch before the business of the wedding planning final touches had to be handled by the bride, groom, best man, and maid of honor. In fact that’s kinda what dominated the lunch talk and both Christie and I were kinda board, even though we were asked questions and treated as consultants of sorts every few moments. Probably to make us feel included. After we were both asked about some detail that I couldn’t recall to save my life Christie asked me,

“What are you doing when they go do the wedding errand thing?”

I told her that the plan was to just go back to the house and chill, maybe watch a movie and have a drink, and then retire early so I could be refreshed for the rehearsal the next day. She remarked that she thought she would do the same. It was then that Dave, who was sitting right next to me jumped a bit and then did something to adjust himself under the table. That’s when Christie wrote something on the napkin and passed it across the table to me. It read,

“I’m playing with my husband’s cock with my foot under the table. I have two feet ;)”

I undid my fly and let my penis hang out and a moment later I could feel her toes playing with me. It took less than a minute for me to get hard and I started to wonder what might happen if we were both left alone at Tim’s house. Now this was all a tease for now, as it wasn’t likely that Christie could get either of us off with just one foot apiece, but it was a welcomed tease all the same. We continued our conversation and our random participation with the actual members of the wedding party until it was time to leave the restaurant. A challenging tuck of my erection into my pants and then away I went to my car. I overheard Christie ask,

“Do you mind if I ride back to the house with Boxhead, that way you wont have to go out of the way to drop me off?”

Dave didn’t mind and thanked me for driving her back. We all agreed that it made sense. So the two of us got into my rental car and Christie kicked off her heels right away. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she rubbed her foot while I drove. The foot that she was rubbing was the one that was touching my dick under the table. She then said,

“I should really finish at least half of what I started at the restaurant.”

Now I was focused on driving, that’s the only safe thing to do while driving, so I didn’t get the fullness of what she was suggesting, not until she reached over and unzipped my fly, reached into it and pulled my escort fulya semi erect dick out of my pants. Of course to finish what she started meant that her feet were going to go around me and she would be giving me a foot job, and that’s what she did. In no time at all my hard cock was between both of her feet. I said,

“Are you sure this is okay, Christie?”

She answered that it was only feet and that Dave loved it when she teased his friends with her feet, that she had given so many foot jobs as lost bets or for just the fun of it. She told me that she was going to tell him about this one while they fucked later that night, then asked me,

“It’s okay if I do this to you, will your wife mind?”

I told her that I would be telling her all about the surprise foot job I got on the way back to Tim’s house by the wife of the best man. Now I have to tell you, the reader, that this woman was really good at giving footies. I mean she was top notch. She varied her speed and knew just how to grip a cock at the right place and at the right time! I’m convinced that she wouldn’t need any lube at all to bring me to climax given that I was almost there, like a minute away, or less. She came to a full stop and brought a foot up to my face commanding,

“Lick it, slobber, and spit all over my feet! I can tell you’re about to cum, but I promise this will be worth it.”

I did as I was asked and boy was it worth it. Her feet and my spit were an amazing combination and by the time we got to the next stop light and it changed green I’d jizzed all over her feet, the steering wheel, my shirt, and on my box headed face!

HONK HONK!

“Oh my god, did you see how much that man unloaded on that chick’s feet!”

“Dude’s got a face full of cum.”

“Hey pretty lady, you can put those peds around my cock any time you want.”

“That freak is lucky as fuck.”

Then the light changed and the fellas in the car moved on and so did we. Christie asked me,

“Are you the kinda foot freak that likes to clean your messes?”

I told her I was and we spent the rest of the drive back to the house with her feeding me my own cum off of her feet. She sampled a little here and there too. When we got back she went to clean up in the upstairs shower and I cleaned up in the basement shower next to the room I was crashing in. I got dressed for the casual dinner everyone was going to meet up for that night with a certain satisfaction that only a foot job can give a guy like me. We all went out to eat at the Long Dog Hot Dog Bar and it was a fun place to hang, eat dogs, and have a few beers. Dave came up to me and said,

“Thanks for bringing my wife back to the house.”

I told him it was no problem at all, but said nothing about the footie, not knowing if they had time to talk about it together. He added,

“I didn’t want to go, she was teasing me mercilessly under the table when we were eating lunch. I was afraid that if I had to take her home I wouldn’t fulfill my best man duties.”

I agreed that those were important duties, indeed. He remarked,

“It would’ve sucked for me to miss it if the bride to be and the maid of honor did go around and make the groom and I satisfied. If you know what I mean?”

I’d had a few to drink but it took me a minute to process what he’d just said. Then I saw how much he was swaying as he walked away. The dude was probably not supposed to run his mouth about what I assumed were blow jobs. I looked over towards his wife, Christie, and the fiery redhead looked hot as fuck talking with the maid of honor and I wondered if she knew her husband’s cock had been in that cutie’s mouth not long after she gave me a foot job? I couldn’t help but ponder if both blow jobs and foot jobs was part of their deal or if her man stepped out of line? I shook it off and mingled with the rest of the group. Now I wasn’t the world’s greatest detective or anything, but at one point I noticed Christie and the maid of honor’s fiancée talking to each other, and they didn’t have smiles on their faces. Then they started sharing images on their phones. He was about to storm away and Christie grabbed his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He calmed a bit.

“Boxhead?”

It was Christie’s voice. She sat next to me. I turned to look at her and I could tell she had something mischievous going on behind her eyes. She asked me,

“Are you free tonight, maybe after two or so?”

I told her that the only thing I would be doing then is sleeping or watching escort cihangir TV and I could stop either of those things if she needing something. I kinda knew where this might be going. She confessed,

“I learned about something that happened with some of the wedding party after lunch today. Let’s say it was more than Dave and I ever agreed to when it comes to sex and other people.”

I acknowledged what she was saying, not knowing the entirety of what she was going to unload on me and then she said,

“They all fucked. My husband fucked the bride and the maid of honor and the groom fucked them both too. I have a video of a video to prove it. I want your help.”

I told her I was up for anything so long as it didn’t fuck up the wedding, because clearly the bride and the groom were fine with the little orgy. She agreed, saying,

“I just want my share, but right now I don’t want it with either of them.”

So what I gathered by putting all the pieces together was that she wanted to hook up with me and maybe the maid of honor’s fiancée. The informal hot dog feast slowly broke up after it went on too long with people that just arrived in town showing up to say “hi” and all that stuff. When I got back to the house I took a quick shower, again, and just chilled on the couch in the basement while sitting on a towel. I was told that I’d have the small space to myself, so I hooked up phone to the TV and watched some porn while I waited for my wife to call me. When the phone rang I hit the face to face feature and when Mrs. Dadbod saw me on her screen she saw my glorious box head, naked body, and boner.

“Were you busy?”

I told her I’d been playing with myself casually.

“Did you get any action today?”

I told her I had, I told her about the teasing in the restaurant and the foot job in the car by the best man’s wife. Then I told her about the drama when his wife found out that there was a foursome with the bride, groom, best man, and the maid of honor. I let her know that she was going to meet me down here later on, I guess as part of her revenge. She warned,

“I’m fine with that, but don’t screw up the wedding, since they were both involved.”

I told her that that was my sentiment, too. We laughed at being of one mind and then she told me about her adventures the previous night. She underwent the change and went on the prowl for sexual prey in werekitten mode. That’s when she transforms into what can only be described at a werewolf kitten like creature. I can’t wait to explain that to you! Either way, she was certain that she screwed old man Green that lived around the corner.

“Don’t worry, he’s okay, just a little scratch, and he has had a smile on his face all day long.”

I asked her if he suspected it was her and she answered,

“No one ever does.”

I love to hear about her adventures, both in full human form and as a werekitten, but sometimes she doesn’t have much of a memory when it comes to those nights. Some more than others.

“I wish I remembered more, but it was nice to hear about your foot job, babe, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

I said goodbye to her while stroking my cock and she said goodbye to me while playing with her pussy. Damn, after we said goodbye we kept watching each other play with ourselves for another five minutes or so. She came and quickly ended the call. I held off. Instead of resuming the porn I watched other videos, pop culture shit.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

I’d hoped it was Christie, being naked with a semi-erect cock and all. It was her. She was in a sheer black shirt, or skirt, seamed black thigh highs, and she was walking on her hands and knees towards me while licking her lips. She said,

“I’m going to suck your cock, like the bride and maid of honor sucked my man’s and the maid of honor’s fiancée is going to join us and fuck me, like my husband got to fuck both of them.”

My cock grew to its full hardness and I asked,

“After that everything is going to be cool, right?”

She nodded and added,

“Kevin agreed that this was enough, at least till they got back home, and for my part, well, I don’t know. I’ll probably take him to task at some point, maybe leverage this into more fun. I really don’t know yet.”

She licked my cock and kept talking, asking,

“I get the feeling your wife knows about this happening?”

I told her that it was so, and if it were just her and me that I would ask to record it for Mrs. Dadbod to see, or even escort florya do a video call. Every bit of that turned Christie on and she sucked on my hard cock even better. Then there was another light knock on the door. I whispered,

“Come in.”

I hoped it was Kevin and not Dave. It was Kevin and he was greeted with the sight of me getting my dick sucked with Christie’s ass inviting him to come in the room and into her.

I offered,

“Come on in and enjoy.”

He dropped his robe and his sizable erection was impressive indeed! He walked over behind Christie and ran his hand over her ass admiring its perfection. Christie taunted him saying,

“Fuck me like the groom fucked your fiancée, baby.”

Kevin grunted a bit of something angry and then got down on his back and Christie lowered her cunt onto his face. For a moment she stopped sucking me and just jerked me off. She was moaning,

“Probe my cunny with your tongue, baby, get it nice and ready to fuck.”

Being a part of this revenge scenario was hot. What was hotter still was when a little precum bubbled out of my dick she would lick it up like it was a tasty treat. Another erotic sight was watching his dick move and twitch as he ate her pussy. From her reaction he was going to town on her in a way she may not have felt before and he had his own pre cum leaking from his cock, too. Between his licking, her natural lube, and that? He was going to slide right in. She begged,

“Fuck me with that cock, make me your bitch Kevin!”

I fully expected more of the hand job treatment while Kevin was pounding that pussy from behind, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that she stepped up her cock sucking game to the next level when he took his position and slid that glorious erection into her, though she did whimper a bit with her mouth around me. Now I’m not shy, or ashamed, of my about average size cock, but there was no way I could’ve filled her like he did. I got the impression that her husband David couldn’t either. He didn’t seem to be holding anything back, and why should he be? His fiancee got fucked by her hubby and now it was their turn. I was just along for the ride, I guess.

“Oh my lord Kevin, you’re cock is so fucking amazing!”

I was starting to get worried, as Christie was proving to be a loud fuck. The last thing we needed was a scene after we were discovered. Then Kevin asked,

“Where do you want me to cum?”

Christie released my cock and answered,

“You’re both going to cum in my mouth and I’m going to give David a deep tongue kiss when I wake him up to fuck after we’re done.”

Hearing that was fucking hot and knowing that she was going to go fuck her husband after this gave me hope that they’d be just fine. I wasn’t sure what to think about Kevin though. Anyway, a few minutes later Christie was gushing all over Kevin’s large and fulfilling manhood and assumed a position on her knees between the both of us. She jerked our cocks with her hands and switched between his and mine for the dick sucking action. I was doing my best to hold off, as I wanted to be the last to cum. Kevin was ready to blow his load and announced it. Christie released me and used both hands to grab his ass while taking an impressive amount of him inside her mouth. He grunted and unloaded in her mouth. You could see that she was doing her best to swallow as he dispensed. I jerked off at the amazing sight and was ready to cum myself. She pulled her face off of his cock and took mine in her mouth and I unloaded into her. It was the second time she’d made me cum in 24 hours.

“I’ve never been so happy to take two loads from two different cocks then tonight, fellas. I’m not even mad at David anymore.”

That was nice to hear. Then Kevin spoke up saying,

“Yeah, I’m going to talk to her about it, but I’m less angry now. I just don’t know where to go from here? Maybe we’re even, but trust issues and all. Either way, this was fun and hot. Night you all.”

Kevin left my room and shortly after Christie did too. I cleaned up and went to sleep. The next day breakfast was pretty damn normal. Christie and David were all lovey-dovey and I couldn’t sense any tension between Kevin and his girl. When the bride and the groom came down from their rooms they had that just been fucked glow about them. Not long after them another couple came down looking about the same and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a morning four-way? Till this weekend I had no idea Tim was such a swinger. Maybe it was his bride to be that brought him into the fold? Either way it didn’t matter to me, I was just happy being his old college friend and not being in on the main event, but still partaking in the activities in my own way.

It was time to go pick up Mrs. Dadbod, and I couldn’t wait to tell her about what happened with Christie, Kevin, and I last night.

See you soon…

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