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chapter

ten

jay

I’ve always enjoyed the media. I’ve been good to them, giving them lots of quotable material and, in return, they’ve always been good to me. The downfall to having such a good rapport is that I’m sacrificed to the media after big losses. The organization knows that I represent well. Unlike some of my teammates who pout, grumble, or walk away from interviews all together, I make myself, general sportsmanship, and the team look good.

“What are your thoughts on the Almos’ taunting penalty?”

I intertwine my fingers and take a breath. This is the fifth question on the taunting call. “Was Marcus excited about his touchdown? Yes, absolutely. As he should be. It was a great play and one that would have clinched the game for us. Do I think he was taunting? No. I’ve never known him to do that. I think his excitement bubbled over. Taunting calls are hard. When they favor you, it’s victory, when they set you back, as this one did, it’s very frustrating and feels unfair.”

“What are you going to do now? Big plans for the off season?”

I smile to myself. Yes, big plans. Very, very big plans.

****

The plane ride is quiet.

It was a hard loss. Marcus hasn’t lifted his head since we left the locker room. We’ve mostly left him alone. There is nothing we can do but give him time. In a few days, we’ll swing by with a case of beer and some food.

I fidget with my phone. Instead of texting Loren, I unlock it and stare at his smile on my homescreen. He didn’t make the game.

‘I don’t know shit about football. I’d rather watch it at home with the guys than take a seat from someone who waited their whole life to be at that stadium.’

I sigh like the lovesick fool I am. He’s so wonderful and generous. Who else would give up their spot at the Superbowl?

It’s been a long week apart and I miss him like crazy. I’m anxious to see him. The protective side of me was ready to tell the team to fuck off because I wasn’t leaving him a few short days after learning of his terrible horrible, awful past. There was still so much residual emotion and it felt like I was abandoning him. He rolled his eyes when I told him I wasn’t leaving him, that I wasn’t getting on the plane.

He was smiling when he dropped me off. He probably got off knowing it was killing me to leave him, but he sure didn’t have a problem calling Marcus and Garrett over to drag me away kicking and screaming.

The plane can’t land soon enough. I can’t wait to get back to him. The overwhelming need to know he’s okay is clawing me from the inside.

There is also the small detail that we’ll be having sex now that the season is over. That’s playing a big part, too.

The suit they make us wear while traveling feels constricting in a way it never has before. I can’t wait to get it off, or maybe have Loren take it off for me.

It’s all very conflicting.

****

Water drips onto my shoulder, leaving dark spots on my shirt. I press my palms on the counter and stare at my reflection. Loren is on his way. He’ll be here in less than thirty minutes. I take a deep breath. Am I under dressed? I don’t think I need a suit and tie but sleepwear is too casual, even if it is from Loren’s line. Jeans seem like a pain and khakis have very little give should we end up with our clothes on for a while.

Will we get straight to business or hangout for a bit?

Is he expecting me to have dinner ready? Because I don’t. I have a few prepped meals or I can have something delivered.

When he gets here, should I attack him? Rip his clothes off and ravage him? Or take it slow?

I slap my face. This is embarrassing. I haven’t overthought sex like this since I was in highschool.

I comb my hair then mess it up because I don’t want to look too eager. The bulge in my pants kind of gives that away. It wouldn’t be a terrible idea to rub one out real quick. It would only take a minute.

Ugh. But that would take away from the experience.

That’s enough, Jay!

I step back from the mirror and take a breath. It’s just sex.

I jump when the doorbell rings and my heart rate spikes through the damn roof. I head to the landing and exhale slowly. “It’s open,” I shout casually, like it’s no big deal. Maybe it’s the UPS man, maybe its Loren coming to have sex.

When the bell rings again, I jog down the stairs in case his hands are full, but Loren’s not holding anything at all, he’s just standing there looking like a fresh piece of meat with a fuck-me haircut, fitted jeans, and a tight jersey with my number on it.

He looks up at me and grins. “Ohmygod, it’s Jay Petermeyer.” He swoons, the back of his hand on his forehead and–southern accent? He bats his big, innocent brown eyes. “I am such a big fan.”

I try not to laugh. “What are you doing?”

“I hope it’s okay that I followed you home. I know it’s not exactly proper but I thought maybe I could come in and…” he flutters escort bahçelievler his lashes. I open the door and his hand grazes my chest as he breezes by. He looks around the house in awe. “Your home is sooo beautiful.” When he’s done looking, he turns to me and pouts and runs his hands over my chest. “You must be stressed after a hard loss like that. I bet I could find a way to help you out. If you’d like. I’m sure you get propositioned all the time but, don’t worry, I’m real discreet. You just relax now, no one will ever know.” His eyelashes flutter again, ridiculously over exaggerated this time

As dorky as he’s being, it’s doing it for me. Loren drops to his knees and pulls my pants down until my dick is freed. His tongue licks from the base to the tip, swirling the thick head like an oversized lollipop.

Loren, on his knees, in my jersey, sucking my dick. Fuuuuuck. I lose my damn mind.

I reach out and touch his hair, his neck, and run them across his shoulders. He squeezes my ass, forcing me deeper in his mouth. The jersey hugs his shoulders and biceps like a wet dream.

He looks at me and, with his lips stretched around my cock, he smiles. Then he bobs his head, swirling his tongue around me. I hold his head, feeling him move up and down.

“Oh damn,” I moan. “That feels good.”

Loren pulls off with a pop and frowns. “Just good?”

I breathe hard.

He pulls my pants all the way down and I step out of them. Then he stands up, running his hands up my body as he goes, catching the hem of my shirt and pulling off.

“If I suck you until you cum, can you get hard again?”

“I can stay hard,” I promise him, practically panting. “Won’t go soft.”

He pushes me back on the sectional, drops to his knees, and takes me back in his mouth. He’s on a mission and it’s one I very much approve of.

I watch with hooded eyes. “I like you like this, on your knees for me.”

He explores my abs while he takes me as deep as he can.

“Now that you have my dick in your mouth, are you going to drink it?” I ask. “Is that why you came here today? Because you want to taste me?”

He nods, his eyes dark with heat.

“If you keep going like that, looking like a slut for me, then you’re gonna get it in a minute.”

He takes the challenge. I feel the slow boil swirl deep in my belly, tightening my balls almost painfully. I grip his hair and cry as I cum in his mouth for the first time. Only then does he slow down, making sure he gets all of it.

He slides up my body and kisses me. “You’re still hard,” he says, pinning said hardness under his tummy.

“Impossible to go soft around you,” I say, pulling him tighter so I can kiss him properly.

He doesn’t get to have all the fun.

I make him stand and slide my hands under my jersey, pushing the fabric up and over his abs. He’s got every mouth-watering muscle a man could dream up. The jeans hug his ass perfectly. The waistband is a little loose, showing off just how fit he is. I move my fingers along the ridge of the fabric until they reach the fly. I pop it open.

His stomach clenches. I glance up. His eyes are closed and his breaths are short and labored. I open his pants up all the way and yank them down.

Perfection. Not that I expected anything less. Not with Loren.

My lips trail down his stomach, pelvis, to the base of his dick before taking him in my mouth and oh-so-slowly giving back what I was given.

Loren moans as I work him over. “As hot as it would be to have Jay Petermeyer swallow me, I was hoping to cum with your dick in my ass. If you’d be so willing,” he says with a fading southern accent.

I can work with that.

I slide my fingers between his cheeks and pause. I blink, at first not comprehending, then wide eyed as I look up.

He shrugs. “I was hopeful.”

I press the flat plastic end of the plug, eliciting a yummy sound from Loren. He means business, so, I get down to business. I give him the best blow job I can muster before dragging him upstairs to my room.

“Ohmygod, Jay Petermeyer is taking me upstairs. I wonder what we’re doing up here?”

I look back and laugh. “Stop.”

He doesn’t. “Ohmygod. It’s Jay Petermeyer’s bedroom.” His pants are still undone and wrapped around his thighs. He steps out of them and starts to take off the jersey.

I grab his hand. “Stop.” I spin him around and bend him over the bed so the only thing I see is his ass just below my jersey. I run my fingers down his back and over his cheeks. I land on the plug. “I like this.” I pull until it resists, then I pull some more. Loren spreads his legs and lowers himself to his shoulders.

“Holy shit,” I say. The plug is big. A lot fatter than I expected. “You weren’t messing around.”

Loren licks his lips. “I didn’t want to waste time on formalities.”

I remove the plug completely and set it on the nightstand. “I like the formalities.”

“Even escort bahçeşehir still, you should go slow. It’s been a while since I’ve…and if you want to take me bare…”

We’ve both been tested a couple of times since our encounters with other people. Bareback has been implied but not explicitly detailed.

I slather the lube, line myself up, and press until the tip is in, then lean forward until my lips next to his ear. “How long?”

“Oh, you know,” he says casually but his voice cracks as I inch further. “A while. A couple of years.”

“How many years, exactly?” I start to feel some resistance so I ease up, back up, then press forward again.

Loren’s breath hitches and he drops his head forward. His arms are barely keeping him up. “Five, six? I don’t know. Maybe eight.”

I start to move inside him. It’s everything and more. He’s hot and tight and made for me. He lets me lead for a while, thrusting in and out of him like a man abandoned before he makes me pull out.

“On your back,” he demands. He turns around and swings one leg over me and sinks down.

“I had a poster of you on my wall when I was in high school,” he says with an accent. “My number was 99 also.”

I laugh again at his little role play. “You played football?”

“For sure. Yeah.” He puts his palms on my chest and starts riding me. “Loved playing football.”

“What position?”

Loren cracks a smile. “You know, the position where they, erm, you know, the corner-thrower?”

“The corner-thrower?”

“Yeah, the corner-thrower lineblocker?”

“Wow, the corner-thrower lineblocker is a very important position. I bet you were scouted by all the colleges.”

To shut me up, Loren starts riding me harder. Sweat builds along his hairline. He’s close. Hell, I’m close. I reach between us and touch him.

“Oh shit,” he yells. “Oh shit. I’m gonna cum.” He moves erratically and frantically as he searches for his own pleasure on my dick. His ass is like a vice grip and I feel him spasm. Once he cums, I roll us over and thrust until I cum deep inside him.

I keep his legs hiked up around my waist and pepper his face with kisses. “I love you,” I say. “I love you so much. And thank you. I spent most of the day overthinking this.”

He rubs the back of my neck and smiles. “I knew you were. I’ve never done that for anyone and I felt like a fucking moron. So, you’re welcome.”

I reach down and squeeze his ass and kiss more of his neck. I can’t get enough of him. “You were so hot.”

“I knew you had a thing for cleat chasers.”

“No, but I clearly have a thing for you pretending to be a cleat chaser. I feel bad though, I planned for this to be a lot more romantic and less down and dirty.”

“Eh, that never works out anyways. You can’t take these things too seriously. The sex was good, was it not?” he asks.

“Mind blowing.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem.”

I frown when Loren tosses the jersey across the room, I quite like him in it, but smile when he turns and smothers me with his body. He smiles at me for a long moment before kissing me. We make out for a while, which inevitably leads to more. An hour later our heads are facing opposite ends of the bed and we’re panting.

****

We’re nowhere near twenty-five orgasms but we need to refuel anyway.

“I have an idea on how to officially announce us,” he says with a small, seductive but gorgeous smile. He’s shirtless with boxers riding low. It could be all the sex clouding my judgement but Loren is the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s unreal.

I lick my lips. Screw a late dinner, I’m ready to do my part in reaching twenty-five orgasms. “I thought people were already guessing.”

“They don’t know for sure. Anyway, back to my idea. It’s hard to explain. Basically–” Loren stands so we’re chest to chest and smiles when he feels just how ready I am. Ignoring what’s pressed against his stomach, he moves one of my hands so it’s framing his ass. “I’ll be wearing your jersey. The other hand will grab the back so it rides up a little, showing a few inches of my lower back. I’ll–” he puts his arms around my neck and grins. “The shot will be facing you, so my back will be to the camera, showing off your jersey. Does that make sense?”

It makes total sense and I already know I want a giant one framed in the house.

“What if I wear that quilted quarter button you’re designing for your next drop? The one with your logo across the bicep?”

Loren’s eyes light up. “That’s perfect. I’ll be wearing your jersey and you’ll be wearing my sweater.”

He might’ve been slow to start off the line but this vision is far more than just a picture of us together. If he knows it or not, it’s a serious commitment. I find commitment very attractive…

“Jay.” Loren’s mouth drops and he presses his hand to his chest in shock. “Is that–“

I escort şirinevler grab his legs, lift him onto the island, and tear his boxers off. He leans back, resting his arms behind him as he watches me go down on him. When I finish, he drags me back to the bedroom and returns the favor.

****

It’s dark, only the softest light is peaking over the mountain when Loren’s alarm goes off. I roll on top of him. He groans, not quite ready to get up. I like this new view. Sleepy Loren might be my favorite. I kiss his messy brown hair, sleepy forehead, his wrinkled cheek, and his warm neck. Hmm, smells good.

He smiles soft and sweet, loving the attention.

“Good morning,” I tell him, kissing and nibbling him to pieces.

“Mornin’.”

I nudge his legs apart and settle into a familiar position. He smiles again, still not opening his eyes. “Ready so soon?”

“Isn’t that why your alarm went off?”

He chuckles softly and pulls me against him so we’re cuddling. “I need to work out.”

I press against him, my erection sliding between his cheeks. “What I have in mind is definitely a workout.”

“You’ll let me film that? And post it online?”

I growl. That would happen over my dead body.

Loren laughs and runs his fingers through my hair. “I do have to workout though. It’s part of my schedule. Meet me at my house later and we can work on that picture.”

He pushes me off him and rolls out of bed.

I pout. “Less than twelve hours of being naked together and you’re already telling me no.”

He looks over his shoulder and winks then struts to the bathroom. I scramble out of bed and follow. It is now my job to make sure he is thoroughly clean from head to toe. A job I take very seriously.

Once he leaves for the gym, only a little later than he planned, I go to the headquarters. Might as well get everything signed off. I meet with the doctor, the coach, and the manager, then clean out my locker and head straight to Puyallup. I have a couple bags packed. My only plan for this offseason, besides some endorsements and a few other things my manager has set up, is to be available to Loren in whatever way he needs me.

****

Five or six cars line his driveway. No surprise, his house is busy. I wonder if his neighbors know what he does or if they think he’s a drug dealer. That thought amuses me.

The inside of his house is buzzing. Music blasting, cameras and lighting everywhere, a dozen people making sure things are just perfect. I love watching Loren work. I wasn’t able to see much of it during the season, only a peek here and there. Now I get to watch all the action. And apparently, be a part of the action.

Corey hands me a pile of clothes. “Put these on then go stand over there. Ruby will take care of the rest.”

I do as I’m told. Loren also changes, right in the middle of the room. In front of everyone. He slides into the finest jeans I’ve ever seen him wear and the same jersey he wore yesterday. Next thing I know, we’re in front of a white screen and my hands are all over his muscled backside. I’m gripping his ass and tugging on his jersey like I can’t get him close enough. Which is exactly how I feel. We only just started exploring each other so I don’t need much prompting or pretending.

“Jay, bite your lip,” the director orders. “Breath him in. Hooded eyes. Look at the camera. Look away. Bite his ear, good. Tug it with your teeth. Loren, tilt your–perfect.”

I laugh, of course Loren needs very little instruction.

When we look at the proofs, it’s obvious to anyone with eyes that I’m turned on. I can’t look anyone in the eyes, but I can admit the photos are good.

Loren can’t take his eyes off of them.

After everyone leaves and the house is quiet, Loren is still holding the iPad and looking at the photos. There’s one in particular that he’s drawn to. Personally, I think I’m gripping his ass a little too hard but he says that’s a draw point. I also think I look a little too sexed up.

“My hair looks like we just fucked.” Truth be told, the way he’s gripping my hair with one hand and clawing my shoulder with the other, makes it look like we’re in the middle of fucking. It’s one of the hottest photos I’ve ever seen in my life. I just don’t want anyone else to see it.

Loren flips through the photos until he lands on one he’s favorited. It’s similar to the one he’d been staring at but less erotic. I think it was taken at the beginning of the shoot before we started mauling each other.

“I get it. You win.”

I get it. You win.

Yikes. Those could be construed as fighting words but he doesn’t seem angry or upset so really have no clue what’s going on. With Loren’s childhood revelation so fresh, I’m prepared for anything, including Loren picking fights over ‘nothing’ just to test me, to see if I will walk away. He can try all he wants, it won’t work.

I take a breath. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“What you said about being fully clothed out of respect for your future husband. I get it. I look at the other photo and I get…” His jaw ticks and I try not to smile. “You don’t have to be so smug about it.”

“Finish what you were saying. You get…?”

“Possessive, territorial, angry,” he lists. “I don’t want anyone to see you like that.”

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“You’re Gordy Hightower, right?”

Gordy looked up through the haze of drugs and booze and the wandering hands of the two stagehands who were introducing him to the delights of the Big O Ranch Nightclub outside of Colorado Springs.

“Yeah, that’s me. Something you want signed?” he asked, his voice a bit slurred, a hand brushing the long, straight, black hair away from his face. Gordy was a handsome, perfectly proportioned Lakota Native American of twenty-three and a current pop music star doing a national tour. He was giving a concert at the nearby Red Rocks open-air amphitheater the next night, and two of the stagehands, knowing he was gay and promiscuous, had volunteered to take him to a rocking gay nightclub with a huge swimming pool as the focal point at a ranch. They were locals and knew the club manager would pay them for bringing talent like Gordy to the club to be seen and maybe even to perform for free. On impulse–Gordy did everything on impulse–he’d let them take him on the club crawl. They’d supplied the drugs, the booze, and the wandering hands.

They were looking to score with a rock star–something they could brag about later: “I was in on doubling Gordy Hightower”–and there was every reason to believe that Gordy would give them the thrill they sought. He had that reputation in the entertainment industry, and the stage hands hadn’t found it hard at all to entice him into the adventure.

It was a pool club. Everyone was in Speedos or less. There also was a stage by the pool, with a band and pole dancers at the side.

Gordy was having a rocking good time. The band wasn’t bad. The pole dancers were inspiring. The two stagehands were two big, muscular bruisers. Gordy had a beautiful brown body, but he was willowy rather than bulked up and his signature long, straight, black hair descending to his waist gave him somewhat of an androgynous look. It was a given when the stage hands offered to show him a good time that they’d be fucking him. Gordy was an easy lay. He’d responded to their signaling from the get go. They already had him between them backstage after the concert rehearsal, fondling and kissing. It wouldn’t be much of a rearrangement of bodies to put them in a double penetration position. Gordy’s reputation was casual gay bottom.

The place was rocking and there were hundreds of beautiful gay men enjoying the pool, the band, and each other. With his exotic looks, Gordy was a recognizable celebrity and was being ogled by all of those around him. He wasn’t the only recognizable figure there, though. A couple of tables over, a monster of a muscular hunk, the gay porn star Austin Hawk, had set up court with his fans. At six-foot-seven and 240 pounds of muscle and a cock that was celebrated on film, he was as much in the eye of those at the club as Gordy was. The two had noticed each other too and had exchanged steamy looks. Much of what Gordy was freely letting the stage crew guys do with their hands on his body stemmed from Gordy imagining Austin Hawk doing to him.

The man hovering over the table, assuring himself that Gordy was the Gordy Hightower, rock star, was the manager of the club. He was ecstatic at having two celebrities at his club flirting with each other. This was a PR bonanza.

“How about giving the crowd a song or two?” he asked. “I’ll pay you a thousand bucks for two songs on stage.” That wasn’t anywhere close to what Hightower normally earned for a song, but this was here, now. It would be like free money that didn’t have to go through his staff and accounting process.

Gordy was beyond happy time. Much to the disappointment of the stagehands who were preparing him, he broke away from in between them and took the stage. He gave the crowd three songs, starting with his current hit “Honky-Tonk Boy,” which was so popular that the band had no trouble giving him a full backing. The guys on the poles gyrated to the boisterous song and got Gordy going too. He gyrated with them, slinging his slim hips this way and that and bumping and grinding as he sang. The crowd went wild. In the third song, “Indian Giver,” the guys on the poles went naked and swung their meat. Gordy joined them, swirling his long, black hair around his willowy, perfectly formed brown body, and wagging an erection at the crowd. The crowd went delirious.

The two stagehands were positioned in front the stage to catch Gordy as, naked, he stretched his arms out and did a dive of faith into their arms. They carried him off to one of the side alcoves with a curved banquette seat.

Stagehand One, stripping off his Speedo, sat on the bench and pulled Gordy down into his lap. Gordy gave him a lap dance until lust overtook them both. The stagehand positioned Gordy with Gordy’s channel sliding down on the stagehand’s cock. Gordy leaned back, letting his arms dangle at his side, and using the leverage of his knees on either side of the stagehand’s hips, languidly fucked himself on the man’s cock in a drug-induced state, while Stagehand One held the Lakota hunk’s slim waist between his hands and feasted on the Native American’s nipples. Gordy swayed his escort beyoğlu head, putting his long, black hair into motion, to the beat of the band on the now-distant stage. Fans gathered around, cell phones out, to capture the moment, the images later to make their way around the Internet. The publicity from this would not diminish Hightower’s popularity.

Stagehand Two came in behind Gordy, moving his thighs over those of Stagehand Two. Gordy gave a little cry of surprise and pain-passion as Stagehand Two nudged Gordy’s chest over into the beefy pecs of Stagehand One, rolled Gordy’s buttocks up, and forced his cock into the Lakota singer’s channel, sliding in on top of Stagehand One’s buried shaft. The surrounding crowd went crazy.

The two stagehands got their “I was in on a doubling of Gordy Hightower” bragging-rights memory that they had been seeking and the Internet was there to prove it.

As the two stagehands shared Gordy in a fuck, the porn star, Austin Hawk, muscled himself through the ring of those who were watching the rock star being double fucked. He was naked now too and was fisting a champion-sized cock. As he watched Gordy Hightower being doubled, he pulled a young, short guy who had followed in his wake around to in front of him, facing the spectacle of Gordy being fucked. Hawk, holding the smaller guy in front of him, put the young guy on his cock, bent over at the waist, arms and feet dangling in front of him, entirely under the control of the porn star.

While Hawk was losing himself in the moment, his bodyguards were doing what they could roaming the surrounding crowd and fighting a losing battle of preventing the capture of this turn of events on cell phones.

The stagehands fucked Gordy and Austin Hawk fucked his small guy, but it was Gordy who had his eyes glued to Hawk and Hawk who was equally focused on Gordy.

When the stagehands had finished with Gordy, he looked around, his mind still much in a haze, looking for the porn star. But Austin Hawk was gone. His attention went back to the men at hand. The stage hands had set up an enterprise. Assessing the men standing in line on the beauty of their bodies and the size of their cocks and offering Gordy’s tail to any of those who passed muster and would pony up $100, Gordy slouched on the bench, opening his legs to the men who passed muster and ponied up. Gordy never asked who got the money and the stagehands never offered the information.

There were “I fucked Gordy Hightower” memories to spare created that drug-infused evening. As the evening wore on, though, the honor of having done so got less and less rare.

Although it was good for business, the club manager later recalled that he thought Hightower’s impulsive promiscuity was a plaintive call for help.

* * * *

Gordy Hightower wasn’t the only act playing the Red Rocks Amphitheater west of Denver on Saturday afternoon, but he was the big-name main event. He’d shot up into the stratosphere of American rock stars in less than a year. It was a novelty for a Native American from a Lakota reservation in the Dakotas to zip onto stage and capture the popularity he had, but he was unique. He had a sound and an androgenous stage presence all his own with his long, black hair and sexy body that he always put on display, and he could be both outrageous and impulsive.

There were those willing pay top dollar for one of his concerts just to see how far down he was willing to strip that night. A lot of his concerts ended with an unplanned killing of the lights on the stage. There were rumors that in one private party concert he’d let a guy come up from the audience and fuck him on stage.

The morning papers didn’t explicitly cover his “everyone have at me” performance at the Big O Ranch gay nightclub outside of the Colorado Springs the previous night, but there were hints in the media and more open mentions across the media. The Internet was alight with videos–from all angles. He was unpredictable and impulsive, and the current generation music and porno worlds lapped it up.

The sold-out Red Rocks concert only fanned the flames of his notoriety as well as the speculation of how long his star could soar before it plunged to the earth.

“You have a visitor. I managed to sneak him in,” a stagehand–Stagehand Two of the previous evening, whose name was Jack–said as Gordy was sitting in front of a mirror, bare-chested, brushing his long, black hair out in his Red Rocks dressing rock a half hour before he was to go on. Bands were already on stage warming up the capacity crowd. Gordy was to be the headliner closing act for the concert.

He looked toward the door through the reflection in his dressing table mirror, to see the bruiser porn star Austin Hawk standing in the doorway to the dressing room.

“I know you,” Gordy said.

“I know you too, Hightower,” Hawk answered. “You put on quite a performance yesterday at the Big O Ranch.”

“I didn’t think you appreciated me; you didn’t stay around,” Gordy said as he watched the big guy come into escort fatih the room, shut the door, and walk over to behind Gordy, sitting at the dressing table. Hawk’s big mitts came down on Gordy’s bare shoulders, but they didn’t dwell there. They continued gliding down the young man’s chest until the palms covered Gordy’s pecs. He twitched as Hawk pinched and rolled his nipples between his fingertips.

“Is this being too forward for you?” the actor asked.

“What’s too forward?” Gordy responded.

Hawk laughed. “Am I going to fuck you? That isn’t too forward either?”

“If you want to, you’re going to fuck me. Should we give them a thrill and do it on stage today?”

“I’m not quite the exhibitionist and as impulsive as you are–at least when I’m sober. I knew where you’d be tonight. I know Jack and he helped me get in here. He’ll help us get out too,” Hawk said, lowering his face to the hollow of Gordy’s throat, sniffing him there, and planting a kiss. He could feel Gordy trembling to his touch. “I left the club last night to get set up for us this afternoon.”

“This afternoon?”

“Yes. I do movies, you know. We’re going to do a movie and I’m going to fuck your lights out in a film that will burn up the Internet.”

“My handlers tell me my night clubbing last night is already doing that. And I have a concert to do this afternoon. We can burn up the Red Rocks by doing it on stage.”

“I don’t think so,” Hawk said “I think you’re coming up into the mountains with me and we’re going to do a movie for a very private, high-paying audience.”

“That’s crazy,” Gordy said, but Hawk already was pulling around to hover between Gordy and his dressing table. He threw a leg over Gordy’s lap and leaned his shoulder blades back into the mirror. He’d unzipped himself, freed a humongous snake of a thick cock, and was holding it in his hand.

“Yes, it’s crazy. Suck my cock.”

“Here? Now? I go on in a half hour.”

Hawk laughed. “Yes. Here, now. This is what you do. This is what you love. Not just sucking cocks but doing life on the fly. Suck it.” He slapped Gordy across the face, grabbed his hair in a bunch as it was cascading down his back, and pulled Gordy’s face into his crotch.

Gordy took the shaft deep into this throat and gave the porn star head.

“OK, that’s enough. Let’s go.” Hawk pulled his shaft out of Gordy’s mouth and pulled the young man up out his chair.

“Now? I’ve a got a concert.”

“No. You’ve got a movie.” He started pulling Gordy toward the door. He was about twice the young man’s size. It was no contest.

“Wait. My shirt.” Gordy was just in low-rise faded jeans and moccasins on his feet.

“You’re fine as you are. You’re more than fine.”

Jack, Stagehand Two, helped them get through the backstage area, to the parking lot, and into a white F-450 XL Super Duty King Ranch double-cab truck. Hawk drove them west, up into the hills, on State Route 46, the Golden Gate Canyon Road, pulling off on a dirt road in a cut in the mountains near the summit. Down the road, they came to an A-frame house hanging off the side of an incline and with parking between it and the drop off. They were looking out over west Denver.

“Whose–?” Gordy started to ask.

“Borrowing it from a friend. Ain’t the view something else?”

As they drove onto the parking pad, a couple of guys came out of the A-frame. They were hauling camera equipment.

Austin Hawk fucked Gordy Hightower on the backseat of the F-450, with Hawk standing on the running board and Gordy on his back, half in and half out of the truck, the ball of one foot lodged in the top edge of the back of the doorframe, and his other leg hanging through the open truck door, with the window down. The cameras caught the missionary fuck from behind Hawk’s naked body and from the open back door on the other side of the truck. During the fuck, Hawk hauled Gordy out of the backseat, turned him over with his legs dangling down from the door opening, and fucked him doggy style. Burying a hand in the back of the Lakota Indian’s head, Hawk grabbed a hank of the long, straight, black hair and pulled Gordy’s head into his chest, arching the young man’s chest back. From the other side of the truck, the camera caught and lingered on a shot of the young man’s pain-ecstasy in the fuck. Gordy was singing his passion as he’d never done before, and it was all caught on a video to be sold at a very high price to a small subscription service.

They moved to the bed of the truck, which was covered with a gym mat and fucked in various positions, including with Hawk on his back and Gordy riding him in a wild cowboy position with his long hair streaming around his body. No one seeing Gordy’s performance would suggest that he wasn’t willing to be fucked on camera.

Whoever was letting them use the mountain cabin let them have it for the night. A second porn movie was filmed on the bed on the balcony of the A-frame, looking out a full wall of glass over the night lights of Denver.

Needless to say, Gordy Hightower did escort bağcılar not make his afternoon concert at the Red Rocks Amphitheater, although, as twilight approached, they could see the lights of that from their mountain perch.

* * * *

Eight months later Gordy Hightower was back in Denver, where he was giving a deposition on a $120,000 lawsuit taken against him by the manager of the Red Rocks concert he bopped out on. Despite other acts having performed as advertised and thus had to be paid, the headliner hadn’t appeared and the concert management had to agree to refund the ticket money for anyone who wanted it. A lot of concert goers jumped at the chance to get their money back, and there had been a whole hell of a lot in attendance at the concert.

Oddly enough, none of this detracted from Hightower’s popularity. He did a free, double-length concert, filmed in the studio, on the Internet in apology to his fans and they were assuaged by this–especially those who got both a refund on a live and a free concert on the Internet.

He was celebrated even more as a wild and crazy free-spirit guy–the Original American was what he was being touted in a humorous bow to his Native American origins–than he had been before. New hit recordings of “Just Me” and “Original Rebel” added to his fame. His concerts were still sellouts with no worries whether he would appear or not as long as money would be refunded if he didn’t show and there would be a free apology Internet concert. He had also released a discount-priced slick video concert after his failed concert. But he had shown at every concert since the Red Rocks.

And now he’d shown at the deposition. His managers and insurers understandably didn’t want to lose the $120,000 they were being sued for, the insurers more than the managers, who understood that the notoriety of their boy’s impulsive nature added to his worth. On the other side, the concert managers were possibly more interested in the media coverage of the suit than in winning it too. At some point, Hightower’s lawyers would bring up the fact that Gordy had given the proceeds from his post-Red Rocks video to the managers of the failed concert.

Across from Gordy at the table sat the main concert promoter, Arnold Black, who looked like a seasoned thug and who was just that. In addition to promoting concerts, he owned casinos in Las Vegas, Atlantic City, and the Poconos and was up to his ears in underworld connections in order to be able to operate. He was a big bruiser, muscular but heavy beyond that, bald, the face of a second-rate prize fighter, and a glare that would curdle cream. Only his very expensive shark-skin suit detracted from the sense that he had come right off the docks of Jersey City.

Right now, Black was staring down Gordy like the young man’s skipping of Black’s Red Rock’s concert was a hanging offense and the insult had festered with Black for the past eight months.

Gordy’s lawyer moved to cut into the bottom line from the get go. “Off the top, we want to stipulate that the concert management received $50,000 from the follow-up video proceeds of what Mr. Hightower would have performed at the live concert, that he hadn’t agreed to the refund policy, and that he was taken ill and couldn’t go on. There’s a stipulation in the concert contract that relieves him of responsibility for appearing if he’s too ill to perform.”

Black’s lawyer piped up. “$50,000 doesn’t come anywhere close to covering the concert management losses, and it’s a clear admission of responsibility and culpability on Mr. Hightower’s part. As for illness, no doctor ascertained that Mr. Hightower took sick, and–“

A gruffly voice Arnold Black broke in at this point after delivering an impressive snort. “The fucker wasn’t ill and he was performing–just not at the Red Rocks.”

Gordy, who had been looking everywhere in the room except at Arnold Black because it had been the thuggishness of Black that had aroused Gordy when he first sat down at the table, now turned his eyes to the concert impresario. “How do you know where I was and what I was doing that afternoon?”

“I subscribe to a special video service. I know exactly what you were doing–what you will do,” Black growled.

“And you watch that sort of video?” Gordy asked. Black didn’t answer but the exchange of looks the two engaged in was, in itself, an answer. It also was a connection of another sort between the two.

At that point, Gordy’s lawyer, having no idea what was being conveyed here other than their respective clients shouldn’t be permitted to talk directly to each other during a deposition, cleared his throat and launched into lawyerese that silenced both Black and Gordy into just staring at each other.

It wasn’t long before the meeting went on pause for a break. When Gordy walked out of the room, his eyes searching for a men’s room and seeing a sign for one close by in the corridor, he took a look in the other direction to see that Arnold Black was standing at the corner to another corridor, looking at him. After giving Gordy a meaningful look, the thuggish concert impresario turned the corner and disappeared. After a slight pause, Gordy impulsively followed him. When he got around the corner, he saw that Black was standing at the door of another men’s room, away from the activity in that part of the building. Black went into the men’s room. After a short time, Gordy followed him.

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Everyone in this story is over 18

It was my first summer since turning 18. I have left high school still a virgin. So this summer I planned to fully explore my sexuality.

At this point in the summer I have had many experiences from meeting online to unexpected meetings to cruising. It had been a pretty full summer, but it was far from over. I woke up in the morning and logged right on to some dating sites, this was going to be a busy day. I had the day of from work, my parents were out on some trip so I had the whole day to find some fun.

At this point a had a few regular men that I would have some fun with, so I started my search there. While finishing breakfast I get a response. It was Rob, he was probably in his 50’s he was very fit for his age, full head on salt and pepper hair, and small goatee to match. But what caught my eye was the body hair. He had a thick coat of hair allover his body, this kept me coming back to him.

“Sorry, can’t meet up today. Heading to the nude beach in the city.” his message read. At first I felt disappointed, but shortly after another message appeared. “Unless you want to come?”

I jumped on that over instantly, we arranged for him to come and pick me up and head out within the hour. I eagerly pack my bags with the essentials, some water, towel, sunscreen (so he might offer to rub it on my nude body), and bathing suit. As I was heading for the door I realized “What am I bringing a bathing suit to a nude beach for”. I took it out of my bag and threw it on the table.

Just as am leaving Rob pulls up in his car. “Ready for some fun kid?”

“Of course” I respond. Still feeling a little nervous, i jump in and we start making our way out.

After a few minuets of pleasantries and conversation Rob asks “Feeling nervous there?”

“No… well… erm” I deny it but I have never done anything like escort halkalı this so of course my nerves are getting to me.

Rob chuckles “I can read you like a book kid, it is written all over your face.” He reaches out and puts his hand on my leg. “Listen I’ve got quite the day planned, go around and “show you the ropes”. But at any time you feel uncomfortable or anything we can head back.”

I nod feeling a little embarrassed but comforted by his words.

Soon after we pull into a parking lot near a forest. No beach in sight. “Sure we are in the right spot?” I joke.

“Of course, don’t you trust me?” He lets out a charming smile. “Follow me!”

I grab my things and follow him on the trail. “I would have figured that the could have made the parking closer to the beach” I remarked.

“Well, this is not quite and official beach” he says as we suddenly break of the path towards the water. “Unlike the official nude beach, this is a gay nude beach. It is more secluded, full of only men, and open to sex”

“That eases my mind a bit” I say. “I was worried about… erm… getting too excited in public…”

He lets out another large chuckle. “No need to worry about that, kid. Everyone will love to see this one full display” as he reached down and gropes my already stiffening package.

We finally make it to the beach, it is pretty full. Men swimming, sun bathing, having a picnic, all of them naked. It is like a wet dream. As I am looking around taking in the sights, I spot a couple of guys gathered around this one man jerking off. Enamored by the show I am woken up by a pair of underwear thrown at my face. “Lets go kid” Rob said with a huge smile, now completely naked and walking away.

I quickly follow and strip down and chase after him. “This spot will do” as he lays down a towel escort esenyurt and lies down. I set up next to him now getting a good look at his body. His toned muscles, a even tan suggesting this was a regular event for him. He was even wearing a thick cock ring making his already 7″ cock even bigger.

He notices me entranced by his body and puts on a little show, stretching and flexing. Running on hand through his thick chest hair the other teases his cock. I couldn’t take it anymore, as I jump on his cock and start sucking it. tasting the sweat form the sun, and some precum. I do my best to take the whole thing, I know I am doing something right because I feel him squirming and and hear him moan.

I can feel his cock getting harder, and realize he must be getting close. He takes his cock out and pushes me back, and starts working on my cock. Now that I have a chance to look around I see that a small crowd has formed around us, a couple guys watching a jerking off, others starting their own fun. seeing this turned me on even more. My cock felt so hard in Robs mouth. I was getting close, but just as I was going to cum he stopped, got on his knees and shoved his ass in the air.

I spit on my cock, knowing what this was an invitation for and stuck it in his hole. It felt amazing, and Rob loved it too. He moaned each time I thrusted in. Soon another man went and put his cock in Robs face, I was surprised at the forwardness, but Rob instantly took in in his mouth and started to suck. This stranger and I were spit roasting him. The stranger was younger than rob, maybe 40’s with a large man with a nice clean beard. His cock was uncut, and probably around 5″, he had some body hair but nothing like Rob. Watching this stranger getting sucked off, while I fucked Rob turned me on. I was at a whole new state escort beşiktaş of horniness. I started to feel Robs ass flex and began to moan even louder. I watch as I see him explode on the towel, again I get so close to cumming but Rob stops.

He flips around and starts sucking my cock and motions to our new friend to come. He comes down and I have the both of the making out, with my cock between them. I see one of Robs hand goes down and strokes the stranger, who moans on my cock. Robs other hand reaches up and plays with my nipple. I’m in heaven, with all of this it doesn’t take me long to get to the edge. I feel it building, as I watch their tongues dance around my cock and I cum all over the both of them. They both race to clean up my seed as Rob continues to pump the my cock.

Once Rob was sure he got every last drop, he pulled the stranger in and they shared a long kiss. Sharing and exchanging my cum between them. Soon after he the stranger lets out a huge moan, almost bear roar and shoots his load all over Robs cock.

Rob and I fall back on our towels, avoiding the newly made wet spots, reveling in our endeavors. I curl up next to him one hand on his chest, playing with his fur, I close my eyes and take a breath in, felling the sun on my body and Rob next to me. Next thing I know Rob is nudging me awake.

“Nice nap?” He said, again with that charming smile.

“Oh… Im sor…” before I could get my apology out he interrupts me.

“Nonsense, I loved it. Haven’t just cuddled up in a while… It was great.” The pauses and gives me a wink. “… But maybe it would be nice to clean up…” He motions to the drying cum on his face, chest and cock”

I couldn’t help but laugh seeing this and strangeness of the situation, but jumped up and we ran into the water. After a little bit of playing and swimming we ended up heading back to our towels, relaxing watching the sun set. Soon we are the only two people on the beach. Lying next to each other.

“So how was that kid?”

“Great… absolutely wonderful…. “

“Would you do it again?”

“Definitely… tomorrow?…”

“Sure thing kid” Rob says as he puts his arms around me.

to be continued…

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By Keith Hernandez

Scott was a friend. One of my best friends really. But as I lay there over the side of the love seat trying to breathe, trying to process the last 30 minutes, I realized I might have been mistaken.

I was draped over the side of the little half-sofa, my head down, my ass up. My butthole was raw and gaped…cum had just been pumped deep into my bowels. Scott’s cum. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and dried off with a towel. My legs were numb and shaking a little. I couldn’t stand. I reached back and touched my bottom, lifting my head a little with a groan.

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Scott said. “You’ll get used to it. And I know you came. I could feel it. I came like a motherfucker dude. So did you. The whole street probably heard you.”

I looked back at Scott and he was smiling. He was a big man, 6’2″ and 200+ pounds. Chiseled abs and a muscular hairy chest from work and the gym. He was a specimen of masculinity, that was for sure. What did he mean? Get used to it? I did come. And I came harder than I had in months. Maybe years…that might have been the most humiliating thing.

He tossed the towel back into the bathroom, revealing his thick cock. It dangled low and lay against his muscular thigh. He turned and padded down the hallway, his white butt glowing against his tanned body. I could hear his big penis slap against his thighs as he disappeared…it brought back a flash memory from a few minutes earlier.

A memory of that big cock being pounded into my backside as he gripped my hips and pulled my ass up, slapping it rhythmically against those same thighs. I remembered him growling as he pressed deeper and deeper as his orgasm ramped up.

He must have hit the spot. He must have hit something because I began to feel like I could pee. And my asshole, stretched as it was, began to send this incredible feeling into my cock and balls and up into my…into my core.

I can’t explain it, but as Scott fucked my ass I had an incredibly long and incredibly intense orgasm. An ass-gasm. I cried out and cried out and cried out louder and louder until I was practically screaming. Scott roared and exploded inside me, shooting his big wet load deep inside my ass and holding me up tight against his pelvis. He was fully in me and boy was he big. I blinked away a couple of tears from the mind-blowing climax.

My legs were shaking as Scott let me down and huffed and puffed out of his climax. When he finally pulled out and went to clean up I began to realize how shaken I was. And it wasn’t because my friend had just taken me. It wasn’t because I had just had my first gay encounter. It was from the orgasm. My insides were churning.

*How It Began*

I think it started with the ass slap. I was at the bar drinking with Scott and some other buddies when I felt a hard slap sting my ass. I looked back and it was Scott laughing and putting his arm around me.

“How they hanging?” he howled. I suppose in retrospect I should have done something. Anything. Punch him in the arm.

I actually didn’t do anything, just took a swig of my beer and clasped his hand, with a “What’s up?” And that was the pattern.

Usually Scott greeted me with a big laugh and a slap on the ass. Sometimes I said “Hey!” if it really got me, and sometimes he would comment on my ass.

“How can I not slap that ass?” It was all just joking around. Years went by and that was all it was.

When he was drunk, however, the slap was more…more of a slap and grab. Once or twice he followed the slap with a pinch or a squeeze.

I should have put an end to it but it just seemed so innocent. Gay never entered my mind. It just didn’t. Hell we had both been married and divorced and we talked about chicks and fucking.

But I definitely knew that Scott had a bit of a thing for my ass. And it was great ass, I must say. Round and firm, it was probably what my girlfriends liked best.

I was a bit smallish for a man, about 5’8″ 160lbs. I had a small dick to match. I measured it and it didn’t quite reach 5 inches. But I did okay…I was nice-looking and I had a great hair that I could grow out. And I had my high bubble-butt. I did just fine with the ladies. No complaints. And so a part of me just thought the ass stuff was just Scott paying homage to my fine booty.

One night we slipped away from the bars and went to a friend’s house with a hot tub. We had a divorced gal with us and we all stripped down to our birthday suits and hopped in.

It was dark so it was hard to see a whole lot. Mostly my eyes were on on the girl’s nipples as they bobbed and poked up from the water on occasion. As I got up to go to the bathroom I noticed that Scott’s eyes followed me before turning back to

his beer. And I definitely noticed something about Scott…because he made no effort to hide his very large penis.

He got up and did something and when he slid back into the water he paused and took a swig of Bud. His cock was huge! It hung twice escort bakırköy as low as mine and was thick. He didn’t miss a chance to let us all look.

The gal was the first one to say something, as Scott stood by the hot tub and fiddled with the settings.

She took a drink and glanced over at me and then said, “Dude you are so hung…” Scott just laughed and gave his hips a shake. When he climbed back up he sat on the edge of tub directly across from us, his thick rope hanging there, not even hard.

Things eventually started happening. Me and Scott took turns making out with this chick and she called him “Big Scott” and grabbed his fat schlong.

It rose now and started to point skyward, a rose colored head glistening in the night. My smaller penis was soft, I had trouble getting up. It was awkward with Scott there and he had this huge cock and it just was not happening.

She started to go down on Scott and he groaned as she sucked on him. He looked at me and noticed I was soft and he turned her towards me and told her to get me hard. She did get me hard, by sucking on me.

Scott pulled her off me and laid her on the side of the hot tub and spread her legs. He didn’t eat her out, he fingered her for a second or two and told her to keep sucking me. Scott was totally in charge.

I stepped up and leaned over her so she could go back to work on me. Scott, meanwhile, was lining up his meat and began to shove it into her.

She squealed and her eyes flew wide open when he pushed in. She moaned and

curled her legs up, twisting her head off of my little pecker. “Oh my God it’s so big! Go slow you’re huge…”

Scott fucked her slowly and it was hard for her to keep sucking me. I moved down to her tits and sucked them as he picked up speed. I would suck on the tits and look down at his thick shaft as it pierced her vagina, slick and hard, pounding it and slapping away.

Sometimes his cock would pop out and flop out only inches from my face as I suckled her nipples. Scott announced that he was going to come and I thought, “If he pulls out I”m going to get a face full of jizz.”

He did pull out, and I stood up just in time to watch him squirt four or five thick ropes of cum all over her face and tits. He absolutely hosed her…it was impressive.

I definitely was not in his league. After he came I slid my cock around her face and actually into some of Scott’s cum. She sucked it off my little dick and began to give me head.

Scott hooted and slapped my bare ass with a loud “Thwack!” It stung and I had to concentrate as hard as I could but I did reach a quick climax in her mouth.

When it was all over we dried off and the girl said “Oh my god look at your ass!”

I turned and could look over my shoulder but didn’t see anything. Then Scott looked and laughed.

“You have a big red hand-print on your ass!” she said.

Scott came over and gave it a little rub and put his hand right on it, squeezing it gently. “Yup, perfect fit. Guilty!

Scott was just a lot more masculine than me. He had big strong legs and an ass that looked like it was carved from marble. His abs were thick and ripped. He was hairy and scruffy–a powerful and strong male.

I was none those things.

And he had a huge cock. Long and thick, with a bulbous head. Everything I wish I had. I would watch porn and watch the big cocks pounding away, being sucked on, shooting huge loads and I wanted to be like that. I would jerk off fantasizing that I had a big cock like Scott.

*The First Time*

When we got drunk is when things always got a little weird. That is when Scott got a little grabby with me and silly. And one night it went from silly to serious.

It came out of nowhere, I swear. Obviously I must have been giving off some kind of vibe…but all we were doing was talking about how we fucked that chick in the hot tub. Scott stood up and finished his beer, then stood by my chair as I lay back fiddling with the remote.

“It was hot, dude. No doubt.”

I looked to my side and his crotch was right there. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me kind of funny. I had no clue. And then, as if on a complete whim, Scott unsnapped his jeans and unzipped his fly, reaching in and pulling out his half hard cock. It flopped out and he pulled his balls out too, resting them over his zipper and stretching out his meat towards my face. My jaw dropped and I couldn’t move…

I snapped out of it and moved my head back quickly but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his penis. The head was dark and bulbous, the piss hole staring me right in the eye.

Scott grabbed the back of my head and got a handful of hair, but I resisted, twisting my face away and looking up at him. He was smiling and then he stuck out his jaw and really took charge, forcing my face against his hardening penis.

“Hey dude, no. Dude..!”

I couldn’t really talk as his shaft was against my mouth and escort mecidiyeköy I didn’t want to open up. He had firm control of my head now and I gripped his wrist. The arm of the chair helped me and I kept him away by pushing against it. But he stepped across and now stood right in front of me…I was now pulled right into his crotch as he stood over me, my socked feet slipping on the floor.

He brought his other hand around and took firm control of me, gripping both sides of my head. I looked up at him as we struggled, pleading, looking for some sign that this was just a really bad joke. His balls and shaft rubbed against my face, my cheeks, my lips. His cock was half-hard and I could feel the heat from it.

I had to say something but when I relaxed my mouth and licked my lips to talk his cock-head slid across and touched my lips.

He squeezed hard and said “Come on man, come on…”

I looked up at him and then…I remember how he looked down on me with lust and I felt my resistance start to melt. I had a hold of his forearms and they felt like steel.

I groaned and opened my lips just a little…He saw this and took his cock in his right hand and guided it into my mouth.

The heat from the cock was incredible…it tasted salty and I smelled his body wash. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth up all the way. His cock moved back once and then he pushed himself into me, his semi-hard penis going into my throat, all the way down and into my gullet.

My eyes sprang open as his dick invaded my throat, cutting off my air. I panicked and twisted but he had me firmly in his grasp, pressing his meat in as far as it could go.

He pulled back and I gacked and spluttered all over his big cock. He had let go of it and now he pressed forward again. And once more his penis went all the way in…I couldn’t believe it!

Scott pulled his cock back out and it wobbled to one side. He looked down at me and said triumphantly, “Can you believe I just slid my cock down your throat? Can you believe that shit?”

I gasped and tried to get a hold of myself. He had indeed just slid his very large and very thick pecker right down my throat. It was now becoming fully stiff as he took it in hand and fed it to me again, pushing my lips back and sliding over my tongue.

It was getting too big and too hard to get down my throat again, and he pressed and banged my mouth for several seconds, choking me and gagging me, causing me to tear up.

This was insane! One minute I was watching TV with my buddy and the next minute…I’m getting throated like a cheap slut!

For the next couple of minutes Scott face-fucked me as I struggled against him. He now straddled me and resistance was utterly futile unless I chomped down on him.

I wasn’t going to do that, so I just took it. I just took his cock…I let him pump it in and out of my mouth, pushing out my cheeks and sometimes gagging me. He took it out a couple of times and I looked up at him to see if the assault was over but before I could say anything he pushed his cock right back in.

Finally, I just surrendered. I stopped fighting it and just accepted my fate. I let my tongue slide out…allowing Scott full access to my mouth.

I relaxed and took a deep breath and Scott said, “Yeah…yeah there you go. Take it. Suck cock. Suck…no one has to know. This can be just us.”

I looked up at him as he spoke and groaned…my mouth took the shape of an “O” and Scott looked up at the ceiling and let out a long soft moan as he held my head in his hands and gently pumped my mouth, using it for his pleasure.

He relaxed his grip but I continued to rock back and forth, giving him head, my lips tightening and sliding back and forth on his thick pecker.

“Ahhhh….that’s it man. That’s it. Thataboy…mmmmm.”

I was giving my buddy head. His superior cock was in my mouth and I was nursing on the head, then bobbing back and forth a little.

My hands finally managed to get free between his legs and I brought one up to hold his hard shaft. I could feel how hard he was and how hot his penis was. It was a big, thick pecker. There was plenty of room for my hand to wrap around his base as I gave in to him with my mouth.

“Suck my cock…suck it,” Scott said.

I looked up at him and felt pure shame as my cheeks caved in and his cock-head almost came out, resting on my wet lips and then on my outstretched tongue. I slid him in and out a couple more times…

“Go deeper buddy, come on,” he said firmly, his hand tightening on the back of my head.

So I glanced up and then opened wide, taking half of his length in before clasping my lips on his meat and sucking. I did as he wanted, I took his orders. I sucked deeper and was going about as far as I could with each stroke.

He sucked in his breath with a hiss…”That’s it, suck it like a good cocksucker…that’s it…you’re my boy…give good head. Suck good cock boy…suck escort ataköy that big daddy dick.”

The more excited he got the more dirty he got. “You like that big cock don’t you? You like sucking dick don’t you? Are you my bitch? You gonna be a slut for me?”

All I could do was groan “mummph!” as he fucked my mouth. I was going to say “No I’m not!” but the reality was inescapable. I had put up a fight but surrendered.

Now I was sucking him off. I was sucking off big Scott.

I admit it. I was actively and willingly sucking Scott’s cock. I was resigned to the fact that he was going to cum in my mouth or spray in my face.

It had not occurred to me that this was just foreplay to being fucked up the ass. But with a groan, Scott pulled away and padded off into the dark hallway, returning a moment later holding something in his hand.

I just sat back trying to gather myself when he grabbed me up and sort of turned me around, bending me over the love seat and jerking my pants down. My stomach dropped and panic shot through me.

“No! No Scott…” I started.

“Relax, just relax,” Scott said, cutting me off.

“I’m straight horned up now dude,” he said, settling in behind me with his powerful legs pressing against mine, pinning me down.

I tried to twist away but he could apparently hold me down with one strong arm. I could hear something click and the next thing I felt was a warm, wet object pressed into my ass cheeks. It slid up my crack…it was Scott’s cock!

“Hey! Not that Scott no…!” I pleaded with him for the next few moments as he held me down and slid back and forth into my crack.

“You have an absolutely fine ass,” he said, ignoring everything I said.

I had to make a decision…I was struggling at about 50% and I felt pretty sure if I started screaming and fighting full force I could at least make things really difficult for him.

But dignity is a tricky thing…and I hesitated to completely freak out. I had just been sucking his cock…my mind flashed to his thick cock in my mouth, to his hands smacking my ass all those times, to him squeezing my butt.

It all flashed through and I just couldn’t get myself all the way to the point where I

fought back full force.

His cock pressed against my butthole, hurting it for a moment before he pulled back. It was not an unfamiliar feeling. I had experimented from time to time in the past with anal while I masturbated. I had a medium sized plug that I used on a girlfriend and I had lubed it up and used it on myself a few times when I was really horny.

It always seemed like a lot of work and it never felt that good, but I knew Scott could penetrate me. I knew what it felt like when the sphincter opened and took something in. Just not anything this big before!

Suddenly there was a sharp crack on my ass, then another, making me hiss with pain as I sucked in my breath. Another slap hard on my other cheek caused me to cry out and wince, groaning as the sting spread across my bottom.

Scott pressed down the small of my back and held me down just as his thumb forced pass my ring and into my rectum.

“Ahhh!” It caught me by surprise.

He then wiped a glob of lube on my crack and put his leg up on the chair and pressed his cock-head against me. It hurt and it didn’t get in.

“Come on boy open that ass up,” he said, smacking me hard twice on my up-turned rump.

The spanks caused my asshole to clench shut but then open up as I relaxed. He pushed his penis against my crack at just the right time and it started to wedge in. He pulled out and pushed in again, further this time.

“Okay spread your asscheeks open,” Scott ordered.

“Spread em! Let’s go,” he said firmly. I weakly put my head down in the cushion and reached back to my bubble-butt, grasping the cheeks and spreading for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said.

Oh my god he called me a girl. Humiliation spread across my face but I took it. I lay face down and ass up, spreading my cheeks for him as he lined up his thick cock and pressed into my rear. My ass relaxed and he slid into me.

I gasped and my mouth flew open to protest but no words came out as I craned my neck up towards the ceiling.

“Unnngggghhh! Ahhhhhunnnggggh!” A deep grunting groan came out of my chest as the thick pole split my ass open and cleaved into my bowels.

Scott was big…so big!

He gripped my hips and controlled my butt, pumping his meat in and out of me in short but firm thrusts. He slowed down but began to go deeper and deeper drawing cries and whines from me as I tried to deal with the cock being plunged in and out of my ass.

I was being butt-fucked! Scott picked up the pace and grabbed me by my shoulders and neck. His fingers dug into me and he would sometimes pull almost all the way out before giving me one or two hard slaps on the ass before he went back to work.

My anus was stretched open and there was a dull pain…I feared I was being hurt but there was pleasure too. I could feel his big head inside me, hitting my spot as he pulled back to make deep penetration.

I was moaning and my head turned to glance at him. He was fucking me. He owned my ass now and my shame was obvious as I met his gaze…

“Say my name bitch,” Scott said as his thighs clapped slowly against my ass.

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Nick was nearing the end of his workout around 10pm on a Monday night. He enjoyed visiting his local 24-hour gym late at night because he liked the solitude of exercising alone. When he was by himself, he didn’t have to worry about anyone occupying the equipment he wanted and could instead focus on his form. Nick loved staring at himself in the mirror while he lifted weights or did exercises, studying his technique and searching for signs of progress.

Not that Nick needed to improve his fitness. A regular at the gym since high school, he was now 31-years-old and in the best shape of his life. Standing 6′ tall, he had medium build that was extremely toned. He was proud of his visible six-pack and defined chest, a strong back, and a thick ass. Black hair lighted coated his chest and created a trail from his navel to his pubes. With short black hair, hazel eyes, and a clean-shaven face, he thought he looked handsome. As an out gay man, he never had problems finding dates.

On this particular night, Nick saw just one other person in the gym. He was wearing baggy pants and an oversized white hoodie, completely hiding his body from view. But Nick didn’t mind his fellow gym-goer’s presence, since he was clearly dedicated and knowledgeable about the gym — he was running through a physical list of exercises, executing each with perfect form.

After a final set of bench presses, Nick did some quick stretching before returning to the locker room. It was just him in the men’s room at the moment, which was excellent given how tiny it was. The room had just one locker bank, a small bathroom area, and a gang-style shower with two showerheads. Nick took off his sweaty gym clothes, threw them into an open locker, and walked fully nude to the showers.

After turning on the water, he stepped into the stream and began to lather up. He loved feeling the hot water on his skin after a tough workout, allowing it to soothe his muscles. Nick could tell he had made some good progress tonight, as his muscles felt pumped and a little sore as he ran his hands over them.

He was distracted enough (or perhaps just tired) that he completely missed the other guy entering the locker room. But sure enough, the man now approached the showerhead wearing just a towel around his waist. Now with his body visible, Nick was completely surprised by the man’s appearance. Standing a few inches taller than Nick, the man was extremely buff. His biceps bulged out of his arms, while his massive pecs left shadows beneath them. Even with a substantial amount of weight on his frame, his abs were perfectly visible. All of this was made even more clear by the fact that the man had almost no hair on his body, besides the short blond hair on his head. But most surprising of all was the man’s apparent age. Despite his impressive musculature, his face looked like that of someone no older than 21. He had soft skin, no facial hair, and big blue eyes. For someone who appeared so tough at first, his face made him look kinder than a puppy.

Without a word, the man hung up his towel and turned on the shower, now standing directly in front of Nick. He immediately noticed the man’s dick, which was clearly a show-er. Still flaccid, it looked to be about 5 inches long. It hung on a nice set of balls, which like the rest of the man were completely smooth. Nick tried to avoid making eye contact as he continued to rinse off, not wanting to grow an erection and embarrass himself.

But after about thirty seconds, he noticed the man become flushed as he grew a boner himself. It was impressive: About 8″ long with a thick head, it had a big vein that ran the length of the shaft. Nick smirked, feeling almost proud that he had been able to avoid an erection as a gay dude, but the probably-straight jock across from him couldn’t. Regardless of the guy’s sexuality, he was clearly at an age where random boners still happened — and Nick knew all too well that after a big workout, the testosterone flowed and could do wild things.

Still embarrassed, the man quickly finished up, turned off the shower, and rushed off in his towel to the locker banks. Nick was about done showering but decided fatih escort to give the other guy a minute before turning off the water and toweling down himself. As he walked back to the lockers, he saw the young jock slipping into a pair of white boxers before drying off his chiseled upper body. Nick removed his towel as he began to pat his own body dry.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, dude. It happens to the best of us,” Nick said to the other guy with smirk, surprising even himself by talking to a stranger at the gym. But since it was late and they were the only two people there, he felt he could loosen some of his self-imposed rules.

After a brief pause, the man took the comment in stride, turning around to face Nick while he laughed softly.

“Sorry about that. I’m not gay or anything,” he said with a deep voice, a little too quickly. “To be honest, man, I’m just horny after a long day at school and need to go take care of it.”

Nick was a little taken aback by the guy’s honesty, laughing a little to diffuse the situation.

“I get that,” he replied. “Are you a college student?”

“Yeah, I’m a sophomore. My name’s Adam.”

“Nick,” he replied, extending his hand for a shake. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you at this gym and not the campus one?”

“I’m on the wrestling team, and we usually work out together at school,” said Adam. “But sometimes I want a quiet place to exercise alone, so I got this membership too.”

“Damn, I should have done that back in college,” said Nick. “I was on the swim team back in the day and really could have used some time by myself in the gym.”

“Cool you were on the swim team,” said Adam. “I can tell you’ve been keeping in good shape. So many of guys I know that graduated last year have already fallen off the wagon.”

Avoiding the subtle acknowledgement that Nick was more than a few years out of college, Nick nodded and smiled.

“Well thanks for the compliment,” Nick started, “but I’m nothing compared to you. You’re absolutely massive, dude. Look at that chest! How old are you even?”

“20,” replied Adam with pride.

“You must be very popular with the girls on campus,” said Nick. He could tell immediately that he had touched a sore subject. At the flip of a switch, Adam looked less confident than before.

“You’d think so, but I’ve been striking out a lot recently,” said Adam.

“Well I’m sure you’ll get lucky again sometime soon,” said Nick casually, trying to lighten the mood. “Guy to guy, how long has it been?”

Adam again got shy. After a long pause, he finally said, “Since before I got to college. I’m a virgin.”

“Oh fuck,” said Nick, now feeling guilty for prying. How could this absolutely perfect specimen of a man not have found some girl to fuck by now? “Not even a blowjob?”

Adam shook his head no. “I try, but I always get nervous in front of girls and make a fool of myself. And at this point, I’ll be so much worse than all the other guys.”

“Everyone’s bad their first time,” Nick tried to say comfortingly. “Maybe you just need to find some random chick you don’t care about for your first time.”

“For sure, man,” Adam replied. “But the hard part is finding someone.”

In that moment, a devious thought entered Nick’s mind. He would have normally never said anything, but Adam’s candidness about sex made Nick feel confident to say it out loud. After a few seconds, his own horniness got the best of him and he spoke.

“I could suck your dick right now.”

Adam was stunned silent. As he stared directly into Nick’s hazel eyes, Nick could see him assessing the situation. On one hand, he could get off and have his first blow job here and now. But on the other, it would be with another guy and he would risk getting caught.

“So you’re gay?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, I don’t usually tell people that in the locker room, but you really look like you need to get off,” said Nick. “Plus, it’s fun to be someone’s first.”

Adam nodded, looking extremely hesitant but excitedly anxious about potentially getting his dick sucked right then and there. Nick felt encouraged ist eskort he could convince this straight jock to let him suck his dick.

“Promise you won’t say anything to anyone?” Adam asked cautiously.

“Promise,” Nick replied. “I won’t even mind if you keep your eyes closed. And you definitely don’t need to worry about anyone coming in here, it’s always empty at this hour.”

“Okay,” Adam finally agreed. He still looked nervous as he took off his boxers again. But his dick was completely erect, pulsing on its own in the air. Even if Adam was hesitant, his dick wasn’t. “So what do I do now?”

“Just stay right there,” said Nick. Taking off his towel, he got down on his knees in front of Adam without touching him at all. His face was now even with Adam’s beautiful, 8″ cock. Staring up, he could see every ripple of Adam’s abs, his bulky chest, and Adam’s soft eyes excitedly looking down at him.

“Ready to get off?” Nick asked teasingly.

“Fuck yeah,” Adam replied in his deep voice before looking away.

Nick grabbed Adam’s cock with right hand, feeling his rock-solid, girthy shaft on his palm. With his left hand, he grabbed Adam’s balls and began to tug on them gently as he stroked the shaft in long fluid motions.

Adam exhaled deeply, obviously enjoying himself. His placed his arms behind his head, showing Nick below his beautiful blond pits and defined triceps. Based on how loud Adam started to moan, Nick knew that Adam had been desperate for sex.

“You have a great dick,” said Nick admiringly.

“That feels so good,” Adam grunted. “Oh yeah…oh fuck…uh-oh, shit!!”

Before Nick could realize what was happening, he felt a thick glob of cum spray out of Adam’s cock directly onto his forehead. Adam’s body was now shaking as a massive orgasm came over him. Knowing there was no going back, Nick continued to stroke Adam’s dick.

“Fuck yeah, Adam. Cover me with you cum,” said Nick. Jizz continued to spray out, coating Nick’s cheeks, neck, and chest.

When the orgasm finally subsided, Adam looked relieved and a little embarrassed.

“Sorry man, didn’t mean to cum that quickly.”

“It’s all good,” said Nick standing up. “It’s hot seeing you cum all over me. You don’t get that when you give someone a blow job.”

Adam nodded, clearly not sure what to do next.

“Well, I won’t be offended if you want to get out of here,” said Nick, sensing Adam’s slight discomfort. “But I’m really horny now, so I’m gonna jack off.” He smiled devilishly as he wiped some of Adam’s cum from his face, then began stroking his own cock with it.

To Nick’s surprise, Adam didn’t leave. Instead, his feet stayed planted just a few feet in front of Nick as he watched Nick begin to masturbate.

“Are you using my cum as lube?” Adam asked curiously.

“Yeah man,” Nick replied. “I guess you wouldn’t have ever done this if you haven’t been with a guy before.”

Nick wasn’t sure what Adam was still doing there, but he enjoyed being able to stare at his body as he jacked himself off. Adam was now a little sweaty from the orgasm, making his soft skin shine under the locker room lights. His muscles were so big and well-defined, Nick had no doubt Adam could pick him up (or hold him down for that matter). He looked so innocent, like the young jock that he was. Knowing that his own dick was lubed with cum from this college wrestling jock made it even better.

Just seconds later, Nick saw Adam’s cock began to harden again. He remembered what it was like to be just 20-years-old, brimming with pent-up sexual energy and ready to go on a moment’s notice. Adam was now stroking his cock, staring directly at it to avoid making eye contact with Nick.

“Want me to try again?” Nick offered. “You look ready for round two.”

Still looking down at this fully erect cock, Adam shrugged before glancing back up at Nick and nodding. “Why the fuck not?” he asked rhetorically with a wide grin.

“Figured you would,” said Nick before getting on his knees again. “This time, I’m going to give you some pointers on receiving a good blowjob, okay?”

“What do you mean? Aren’t şişli eskort you doing all the work here?” asked Adam, seemingly baffled.

“That’s mostly true, but you can still do a few things to help me out. First off, you should let me know when you’re close to finishing so I can prepare to swallow your load.”

Adam nodded, starting to understand.

“Other than that, you should just let me know what feels good and what doesn’t. You can tell me to speed up, slow down, play with your balls, whatever.”

“Makes sense, dude,” said Adam. “I’m not really sure what I like, but I guess we’ll find out.”

Nick let go of his own dick to grab Adam’s once more, this time right at the base of the shaft. In one long, slow motion, he traced his tongue up the length of Adam’s dick before wrapping his lips around the bulbous head. Adam grunted loudly in pleasure.

“Oh fuck yeah,” said Adam in his deep voice. “That feels so good.”

He didn’t know what was coming. Nick began the slide his mouth deeper down the 8″ shaft until he felt Nick’s tip hitting the back of his throat. He now sucked Adam’s cock long and deep while gently stroking the base with his right hand.

Looking up, he could see Adam closing his eyes while enjoying the sensation. His breathing was heavy as sweat rolled down his chest. Nick himself was extremely turned on just watching the college jock enjoy his first blowjob.

As Nick continued to suck Adam’s cock, he reached up with his left hand to feel his muscular body. He heard Adam moan as he played with each nipple, before slowly running his hand down to Adam’s rock-solid abs. Last, he wrapped his hand behind Adam to grab his ass, which was firm, rounded, and big.

“Keep your hand on my ass,” said Adam almost immediately. Sensing that Adam liked that most of all, Nick reached around with his right hand as well to play with both cheeks at once as he started to suck Adam’s cock faster and deeper.

Adam’s moans became louder and longer. He then grabbed the back of Nick’s head and began thrusting his cock hard to the back of Nick’s throat, making him gag.

“Take that big fucking dick,” said Adam, all of a sudden more confident. Nick loved how Adam was finally taking control as his youthful hormones raged.

Nick knew Adam was close as his moans turned into deep, animalistic grunts. As Adam continued to face fuck Nick with abandon, Nick squeezed Adam’s ass harder than ever.

“I’m so close,” said Adam. “Oh fuck, bro!! I’M GONNA CUM!!”

Moments later, Adam rammed his groin one last time inside Nick as his cock exploded. Cum sprayed out in wave after wave, coating the back of Nick’s throat with his hot, salty seed.

Nick grabbed his own cock and began to stroke furiously as Adam continued to ejaculate. In second, Nick felt an orgasm approach as he began shooting his load onto the ground between Adam’s feet. At the same time, he swallowed as much of Adam’s massive load as he could, the taste making himself cum even more.

“Damn,” said Adam he finally looked down at Nick. “I’ve never cum that hard before.”

“I’m not surprised,” replied Nick. “That was insanely hot.”

Adam noticed the pool of Nick’s cum at his feet. “Didn’t realize you came too, man.”

“Couldn’t help myself,” said Nick with a smile as he stood up again. “I love a guy cumming in me more than almost anything.”

“Lucky for me,” said Adam. After a brief pause, he caught sight of the clock, which told him it was nearly 11pm. “Shit, I should really get back to my dorm. I have to be up at 7am for class.”

“No worries, dude,” replied Nick.

Adam hastily threw back on his clothes, grabbed his gym bag, and rushed for the door. But just as he was about to leave, he stopped dead in his tracks and spun around, facing a still-naked Nick once more.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone about this?” he asked earnestly.

“For sure,” said Nick reassuringly. “But feel free to hit me up if you want to do this again.”

He could tell that Adam wasn’t expecting that offer. After an exasperated look, Adam whipped out his phone and handed it to Nick.

“Here, put your number in there and maybe I’ll text you sometime.”

Nick typed in his number quickly, saving it under the contact “Nick (from the gym)”. After handing back the phone, Adam rushed out the door without another word.

Nick smiled, knowing Adam would be back soon.

To be continued

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We had been having cybersex for about six months and sending photos of our organs from every angle with each message. We both loved the same kinds of sex and got into vivid and very arousing descriptions of what we were doing to each other so it reached the point where I got a hardon whenever I saw that there was a message from him in my box. I knew Rob intimately from his belly button to his knees and was actually in love with his penis which was long and thick with a beautifully sculpted crown that was irresistible to me. He felt the same way about my organ and we would drop in on each other about two or three times a week to have sex.

Rob lived with a girlfriend who had no idea of his love for cock and I was married but my wife knew nothing about my love for cock either. Previously, Rob and I hadn’t even asked each other where we lived as our cybersex seemed to be enough to satisfy both of us but one day recently he asked me where I was located and when I told him, I got a fast reply telling me that he had always somehow assumed that I was out West and as soon as he found out that we were only 2 hours away from each other, he proposed meeting at a glory hole he knew in his area. He told me how much he would love to suck my cock real time and that the glory hole would be perfect for both of us.

When I heard that he was only a couple of hours away, my juices started flowing also and I figured the glory hole would be a great way for us to get to know one another and, if things worked out well there, we could arrange future meetings in a motel halfway between us, so I agreed and we decided to meet at noon in a diner a short distance away from the glory hole a couple of days later. We gave each other a general description of ourselves including what we would be wearing and what we would be driving so we could spot each other easily. Our meeting day couldn’t arrive quickly enough for me and I had been very horny just thinking about actually having Rob’s gorgeous cock in my mouth for the last couple of days but finally I was in my car driving down to meet him.

I walked into the diner and we spotted each other immediately. He waved his hand in greeting and I headed for the booth he was in. I was very pleasantly surprised at his good looks and it seemed he felt the same way. When we shook hands, it was like electricity passing between us and both of us felt the vibes. I was going to order a cup of coffee but he suggested that he pay his check and we head over to the glory hole as he couldn’t wait to do all the things we had been doing to each other in fantasy for the past months and I agreed telling him that I too wanted it as much as he.

He paid for his coffee and suggested that we take his car as he would drop me off at mine later. It was only about a mile down the road and he pulled into the bookstore parking lot a few minutes later. Before we got out of the car, I told him that I wanted to suck him first and that, when he felt he was ready to cum, to back off and start sucking me until I got close and we would switch again and continue edging until we couldn’t hold out any longer. I told him that I wanted our session to last as long as possible before we blew our loads.

I followed him inside and he headed for the back of the bookstore where there were a number of doors with numbers on them. He stopped at a desk and a few minutes later told me to go into room 3 as he headed for room 2. He had told me on the way over to take off my clothes once I got into the room and locked the door so as soon as I threw the bolt in the lock, I started to strip and could hear him doing the same in the next room. As I approached the glory hole, I saw his gorgeous erection and big, tight balls thrust through the hole into my room and I couldn’t help but drop to my knees and run my hands over his equipment.

His cock looked even better than the photos he had been sending me and when I grasped his thick shaft, it felt wonderfully warm and alive. I had done this to him many times in emails but actually holding his beautiful penis in my hand totally overwhelmed me and I found it completely irresistible. I took his smooth, swollen crown between my lips and nursed on it lovingly as I probed his slit with the tip of my tongue and cupped his balls in my hands. I loved the texture and taste of his penis and my cock started dripping precum on the floor as I sucked him. Every once in a while, I would move down and suck his balls into my mouth and run my tongue over them while stroking his shaft and then go back up and lick his crown before taking it in my mouth again. He was starting to feed me his precum which was absolutely delicious and I concentrated on getting more out of him before I began to take him deep.

I relaxed my throat muscles and swallowed as much of his penis as I could manage and when I had him deep down my throat, I swallowed around his thick shaft and could hear him moan each time. Then he suddenly withdrew his organ and I saw his face appear in the opening as he told me that he had to stop or he was going to cum so güngören escort I stood up and fed my throbbing erection into the hole so that he could play with it.

His hands felt wonderful as he ran his fingers all over my cock and balls and I pressed my body against the wall and pushed my equipment as far as possible into the opening. Then I felt his tongue licking my shaft from the base to the tip and it was a fabulous feeling. When his lips covered my crown and he started nursing on my cockhead, I was in heaven. It was a strange feeling to be pressed against a wall totally naked, not being able to see anything, but feeling the fantastic sensations of a talented mouth and hands doing wonderful things to my penis and balls.

I leak a lot of precum when excited and he soon found that out and pulled his mouth from my organ for a moment to tell me how much he was enjoying the flavor of my nectar and then went right back to sucking more out of me. As he worked on my thick organ, I started to feel my orgasm approaching so I pulled out of his mouth and asked him to feed me a while and we switched places. As soon as I saw his beautiful penis appear in the opening, I dropped to my knees and took it lovingly in my mouth and began to orally worship it. I nursed on the head a while and then deep throated him as I played with his balls and I was in another world from which I never wanted to return.

I had him deep down my throat and a feeling of peace and contentment washed over me as I swallowed around his thick pole. I don’t know how long I sucked him as I was off on a wonderful trip but suddenly I heard him groan and felt his organ swell in my mouth and start jerking as he began to feed me his cum. Spurt after spurt shot onto my tongue and I savored the flavor as I swallowed each load and sucked him firmly to draw out more of his delicious juices until gradually his organ stopped jerking and no more came out. I squeezed his shaft from the base up to get the last delicious drops and heard him sigh in contentment on the other side of the wall. I kept him in my mouth long after his orgasm had passed until he came back down to earth and pulled out as he asked me to please feed him now.

My cock was throbbing and jerking in heat and when his mouth covered my shaft I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I gave myself up to his talented mouth and let him take me up on a beautiful high as he took me deep down his throat and began milking my organ. My penis suddenly began shooting ropes of hot cum into his greedy mouth in one spurt after another and I heard him moaning as he gulped down each load. I was lost in ecstasy as he swallowed my offering and sucked deeply for more until my spasms ended and I slowly came back down to earth. I withdrew my receding penis from his mouth and dropped to my knees so I could see him through the glory hole. He was smiling at me and licking his lips in satisfaction. Then he said, “How about grabbing some lunch at the diner?” which sounded just fine with me so we got dressed and headed out to the car.

We sat down in a booth and ordered sandwiches and coffee as we discussed how much we enjoyed sucking each other. I told him that actually having his cock in my mouth was even better than I had fantasized all the times that we had cybersex and that I loved his taste and the texture of his organ. He told me that he felt the same and was getting hard just talking about it. “Do you have to rush back now or can you stay for another round?” he asked. I was getting hard myself as we talked and told him that I’d love going back to the glory hole for another round. We finished lunch, paid our bill, got into his car and headed back to the bookstore. I headed for the counter and paid for two rooms since he had paid for our first round. When we got to the back, we saw that the same two rooms were empty and we went inside and got undressed.

“I fed you last so it’s my turn to be fed now” I told him through the opening and got no argument from him as I saw his gorgeous erection appear in the hole. I took his entire crown between my lips and it felt wonderful having his penis in my mouth again. His smooth, sloped head tasted marvelous and I loved the texture of his organ. He started to moan as I sucked him and began fucking my mouth as I drew deeply on his thick shaft. I played with his balls as I sucked and soon had him gasping and moving his hips back and forth. After some time, he asked me if I would like to be fucked as he would love to fill me up with cock and I reluctantly let go of his delicious organ and bent over fitting my asshole to the opening.

I felt his organ rub across my anus as he wet it with precum before sliding it inside my puckered opening. Then I felt his crown enter my anus and all I wanted was more of him inside me. He fed his thickness deeper and I pushed back to capture as much of him as I could as his organ filled my ass. I contracted my anus around his shaft and milked him as he fucked me and listened to the music of his moans as he stroked ist esc deeply into me and told me how good it felt. I loved having his cock inside me and I was leaking gobs of precum as he fucked me so I brought each drop to my lips and fed myself all through his stroking. Then I heard him cry out and felt his organ swell and start jerking as it shot his load into me in one hot spurt after another. I pushed back hard to capture as much of his exploding cock as possible until his spasms ended and he slowly withdrew his beautiful penis from me.

I turned around and told him that he had gotten me wild and horny from his fucking so he told me to feed him my cock immediately. I pushed my throbbing organ into the opening and felt his mouth cover my crown as he started sucking the head and teasing my slit with the tip of his tongue. I was in heaven as he sucked me deeply and moved back and forth on my shaft and after some time, he pulled his mouth from my cock and asked if I would like to cum in his ass. I told him to turn around and show me his hole and as soon as he did, I wet his anal opening with my juices and pushed my entire crown inside to his gasp of pleasure.

I worked my penis around inside him and then started feeding it deep as I felt his anus squeezing my organ as I fucked him and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. His asshole felt warm and comfortable and I loved the way he was milking my pole as I stroked into him. Suddenly, my cock started shooting streams of cum into him as he pushed back hard and moaned as I filled him with my hot juices. My cock was jerking long after my last spasm ended and I was reluctant to pull it out of his comfortable hole until he moved away and it slid out with a whoosh.

Since it was starting to get late and I had a long drive back home, we decided to get dressed and meet outside the bookstore. As he was driving me to my car, I asked him if he would like to spend a few hours in bed with me as we could get a motel room about halfway between us and really enjoy each other sometime soon. “That’s exactly what I was going to propose to you but you beat me to the punch!” he said with a big smile.

Let’s research some motels about halfway and discuss it via email, I suggested. “Some of the motels have a special rate for 3-4 hours in the afternoon so it won’t cost us much if we split it and I think it will be a hell of a lot better than a glory hole next time we meet.” I told him and he fully agreed. He dropped me at my car and we made definite arrangements to get together in a motel room in a few days. All the way home all I could think about was that gorgeous penis of his and how beautiful it looked in that glory hole.

Next day, I scoped out a few motels, on the internet, in the area in which I was interested and called them. Both offered special rates for short term afternoon visits and I emailed Rob with the info. About an hour later, he replied with practically the same exact motels so I suggested we pick a date and make arrangements now. I asked him if Saturday morning about 11 am would be OK and he immediately replied that it would be perfect so I told him I’d make reservations at the motel and send him the info as soon as it’s confirmed. It turned out that the Blue Grass Motel seemed to be the best choice so I made a reservation and emailed him immediately.

The email I got back from him had me hard as I read it because he was telling me all the things he was going to do to me as soon as the door was closed behind us on Saturday. Since my wife was away at work, I decided to strip and stroke while I relived all our sex at the glory hole. It was only yesterday but I could still taste the exquisite flavor of his precum and feel the smoothness and texture of his thick throbbing penis in my mouth. I relived every moment of our meeting from the sucking to the fucking and had an absolutely fantastic orgasm while looking a some photos of Rob’s gorgeous cock.

It seemed to take forever but Saturday finally rolled around and, as soon as my wife left for her meditation group which would last 4-5 hours, I got in my car and headed for the motel as I wanted to get there first and call his cell phone from the room to give him the room number. If all went as scheduled, he would be about 10 minutes out when I call him. It was a relatively short drive and I was in the motel and had paid cash for Room 111 which was near the back. As soon as I got into the room, I called him and gave him the info and he told me that he was only a few minutes away.

I decided to strip completely so that when I let him in the room, he would see how excited I am to see him. By the time I slipped out of my clothes, there was a knock on the door and I heard Rob say hello. I stood behind the door and let him in and as I closed the door he saw that I was naked and had a beautiful erection. He stepped towards me and grasped my pole in his hand and led me to the bed where he told me to lay back and wait until he got undressed.

I watched him take off his clothes as I lightly eskort şişli stroked my thick, throbbing shaft and when he turned and came towards me I saw his magnificent penis standing out in all its glory and couldn’t wait to take it in my mouth. He slid down on the bed with his head at my crotch and his sweet penis brushing against my face. I rested my head on his thigh and gazed at the beautiful organ while running my fingers over the shaft and his big, full ball sac. I couldn’t wait any longer and dipped my head towards his smooth, sloped crown and took it between my lips as I ran my tongue over his slit and started nursing on it. Just then I felt his mouth cover my organ and I was lost in the pleasures I was getting from both ends. His penis tasted even better than I remembered and when his cock began oozing precum, I fed on it like it was the best dessert in the world.

He was feeding on the copious flow of precum that I was feeding him and he was moaning in rapture as he sucked me. I was cupping his balls in my hand and slipping a finger into his anus as I nursed on his sweet organ and he was doing the same to me. The two of us were off in another world as we took each other up on one high after another until finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer and groaned as my cock swelled and started jerking in his voracious mouth as it shot my cum onto his waiting tongue. He groaned in ecstasy as he swallowed each load and then I felt his organ jerk in my mouth and start spurting his delicious cum down my throat. I gulped down the first load and then pulled back slightly so that I could taste his cum as it shot onto my tongue. The two of us were like ravenous animals sucking the life juices from each other’s balls as our orgasms never seemed to end.

When our organs finally stopped jerking and the last of our cum juices dripped out, we let our organs slip from our mouths and lay back with sighs of satisfaction. We opened the little bar and got some cold drinks and leaned back on the pillows to sip and talk about how good our first session was. We told each other how much we really love each other’s organs and both of us remarked how delicious they were. As we talked, our cocks sprang into life again and as I reached for his thickness, he reached for mine and we started lightly stroking each other as we talked.

Rob told me that he never told his girlfriend about his desire for cock but that he had been working on her for the past few months and sort of breaking her into the idea of sex with another guy. “Whenever we would have sex I would bring up the idea of another guy joining us and gradually she picked up on it and just last week asked if I had ever been with another man. I told her no but that I have thought about it many times and she started to fantasize about watching me with another guy while we were fucking last week so I seem to be making slow progress.” he told me. I told him that I’ve been doing the same with my wife and that she’s at the point of describing what she would like to see me doing to another guy whenever she’s in a really horny mood so it might be possible for us to make a breakthrough sometime in the future and just the thought of that had our cocks throbbing as we played with each other.

I looked down at his gorgeous erection and asked if he would please fuck me now as I want to feel his thickness inside me and with that, I got on my knees and presented my ass to him. He didn’t waste any time and got up behind me and fit the crown of his penis to my anal opening and rubbed some precum over it before sliding the entire head inside. I felt the head enter me and pushed back to capture more of him since it felt so good and as he fed more and more of his beautiful penis inside me, I lost myself in the pleasure he was giving me and began stroking my throbbing erection. When he filled me up with his meat and had his body pressed tightly against my ass cheeks and his cock was deep inside me, he reached around and brushed my hand away from my cock and began stroking it for me as he moved his organ around inside my ass.

I was in another world and gave myself up to the pleasures his cock was giving me as well as his hand and after some time, I heard him gasp and tell me that he was going to cum. His cock swelled and started shooting ropes of hot cum inside me and as soon as I felt the first spurt, my cock exploded and jets of cum shot out onto the bed as he continued stroking me while keeping his organ buried deep inside me.

The both of us stayed locked together for a long time after our orgasms passed and then slowly he withdrew his softening penis and we collapsed on the bed to recuperate. A few minutes later, he got up and poured us some refreshment as our throats were parched from our excitement and then went into the bathroom to clean up. He asked about my wife as we sipped our drinks and I told him that Tyko was a very good looking Japanese gal with a beautiful body and loved sex. She loved fantasizing about having sex with another gal while I watched and was now starting to fantasize about me with another guy. He told me about Lisa and said that he was sure that I would love having sex with her as she was great at it and loved sucking cock. We both decided to work on our women so that hopefully one day we could break them in to having a threesome or foursome.

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I was 18 years old when I started working part-time during my college breaks with a friend’s company, back in 1997. Living in Mumbai, I had to travel quite a distance to the office, at least a couple of hours by bus. Plus there were no direct buses back then which means I had to switch buses midway. This would become somewhat of a daily routine for about 3 months that year. Now I used to be a very shy guy and I definitely didn’t think I was much to look at. I was 5’7, as I am now, wearing glasses and usually dressed in a casual tee and track pants/ shorts. If it helps complete the picture, I used to be quite fit back then with overall fair complexion which was probably a bit tanned due to playing sports outdoors regularly. The one main quality I had and still do, is my ass which is quite round and well shaped. It gets noticed by guys and girls too.

So it was just another day to the office, and I was waiting at the bus stop for the next bus to arrive while a man came up to me and asked for the time. He was not too tall, also wore glasses and had a moustache which made his face overall quite friendly. I politely replied and continued to wait for the bus.

Once it arrived, it was quite crowded as usual so I was squished between a couple of guys, one of them being this guy who had asked me the time. After a while the crowd started thinning and I managed to get a seat in the last row. Sometime later, the older guy came and sat next to me when another passenger got off. Now I was too engrossed reading a book to notice anything else around me, but after some time I felt something touching my upper thigh.

This day I was wearing shorts which came up to my thighs, and this guy was sitting cross armed. To an onlooker it would seem pretty casual for his hand to be there, but for me it was pretty obvious that bağcılar escort the touch wasn’t by mistake. Trying to stay focused on my book, I soon realised this guy next to me was taking a chance! He slowly continued to stroke my thigh, then gradually moving higher up my shorts, then going behind to feel my ass! I was being groped and while I was a bit appalled by his guts, I was also feeling nervous and excited by his touch! Soon I was hard, and the guy probably noticed as he started to get bolder.

Soon he had his hand down my shorts from behind and was feeling my ass! I couldn’t think as my heart was thumping like crazy which also meant my cock was really hard now. Eventually the guy slowed down as I realized he was nearing his stop. Before leaving he whispered in my ears ‘I had fun’ and while getting off the bus, turned to look at me with a lusty look. I sat with the hard on and reached my destination feeling very excited and anxious at the same time.

Now the story could have just ended here. But after a couple of weeks or so, I met this guy again at the same bus stop. This time he wasn’t fooling around. He immediately came up to me and asked for the time again. I hesitated a bit knowing what he was up to, but yet I nervously replied. He then tried to strike a conversation with me asking where I was going and where I lived. I was nervous and didn’t like the idea of giving my personal details to a stranger so I replied in 1-2 words only, not giving much information. Finally the bus arrived and before getting on, he quickly whispered, ‘Sit with me.’ Getting on the bus I was too nervous and immediately tried to distance myself from him.

Now this was a double decker bus so I thought I would have more place to run, and I quickly went to the top deck. It wasn’t too packed bayan esc there so I went and sat with another random person. After a while I noticed the mature guy also came up and sat in front of me. From there he kept turning back and looking at me. Few stops later, there were a lot of people who got off and a full empty seat was behind me. The mature guy got up and made a gesture to come and sit with me. Unsure of why I was listening to him, I went behind and he gave me the window seat. Now there was nobody behind us and very few people in the front.

I was too nervous and avoiding looking at the guy as he started asking more questions like, how old are you, which college you go to, etc. I kept looking out of the window and gave same 1-2 word answers. As he was talking to me his hands were busy groping my ass and squeezing my buttocks.

This day I was wearing track pants, and he had his hand in my underwear feeling my naked flesh. The whole experience of a stranger touching me in a public place was just too much to bear and my 5.5. inch cock was fully hard now. Noticing this he left my ass and put his hands down the front of my pants, stroking my cock generously. All this time I’m just staring out the window, my mind completely blank as the feelgood hormones completely took over. He continued to stroke my cock and pulled my pants sufficiently forward to lean over and look at it. Somehow that got me harder! The thought of this unknown older man playing with me in a double Decker bus was really something I couldn’t imagine ever happening!

Now he had asked where I was getting down so he knew there wasn’t much time left with us together. After taking a couple of looks at my cock and then around the bus to make sure no one was paying attention, the man just bent down and took my escort şişli cock in his mouth. At this point, my entire body burst into ecstasy! I had received quite a few blowjobs already in my childhood and early teens from my two cousins (which is another story altogether) but never from a complete stranger.

Till now, the image of his head bobbing on my cock gets me erect! After a few minutes of gently and lovingly sucking my cock, he sat upright while continuing to stroke my cock. He asked if I liked it, I nervously just nodded my head. Taking it as my final approval, he bent down again this time sucking more confidently and truly enjoying my cock in his mouth. Soon I couldn’t contain myself further and he must have sensed I was about to cum. So he stopped sucking and continued to jerk me off as I started cumming. All I could do was just stare blankly as my mouth tried not to scream out loud from what was one of the most memorable orgasms of my life.

The guy had my cum on my hands, and he wiped them on the inside of my underwear. He whispered in my ears if I ever wanted to come over to his place. At that point I was sitting in my own cum with a mixed sense of disgust, excitement and confusion, so I just said ‘No’, a decision I regret to this day. The guy told me his stop had come and he was going to leave, so he thanked me and wished me good luck before getting off the bus. I continued to sit there as my cum dried in my underwear still quite shocked by the whole experience. All day long I was horny thinking of the experience and reliving it in my head.

I continued to relive it during masturbating for the next few weeks as the thought of the way this stranger made me feel — so sexy and gullible at the same time. I would continue to take the same route for another month or so, but never came across this guy again, to my disappointment. Till today I wish I had agreed to go to his place and wonder what that experience would be like. I would eventually go on to have a few more gay experiences while traveling in buses and trains, but this one will always be my favorite.

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Author’s note: This series contains (occasional) descriptions of rough and forced sex, some of which crosses the boundaries of consent. If this is not up your alley, please click elsewhere! All sexual contact described occurs between adults aged eighteen years and older.

Part 8.

Carefully, son

set me down in the passenger seat of his dad’s truck and reclined the seat so that I wouldn’t have to sit up. He pulled up my pants and underwear, tucking my cock and balls into the pouch of my briefs. Then he felt along my legs and arms, pressing firmly, but gently.

“Is anything broken?” he whispered.

I tried to answer him but my voice came out as a dry rasp. He pressed his fingertips into my belly and then felt up along my ribs.

“Does that hurt?” he asked me. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

I shook my head. I was trying to raise my arms to look at my wrists, but my arms weren’t cooperating. I had been hanging for so long in the shed that my muscles had gone dead. I felt static prickle along my flesh as nerve conduction started to come back to my arms.

Son

took my hands and raised them up to look a them in the dim dome light of the truck. The ropes had dug my wrists red and raw, but they weren’t bleeding, just incredibly painful. He rubbed my hands, which were still tinged blue, encouraging blood to come back into them. With the increased circulation came pain, and I sucked my breath in, and felt hot tears stream out of my eyes.

He looked up at me. His eyes were dark pools, filled with sadness and anger.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and he set my hands down into my lap. He stood up and looked across the truck toward the back yard with a concerned expression on his face.

“We need to get out of here,” he said.

He shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side, got in, and started the engine. I wasn’t in any condition to protest. And in any case, where would I have gone? I was pretty sure that I couldn’t even walk.

He reversed quickly out of the driveway and then put the truck in gear and pealed off down the road. Illuminated by the dashboard lights, I watched him drive as I drifted half-in and half-out of consciousness. His jaw flexed and he shook his head. He muttered to himself a few times and made a fist against the steering wheel.

It was late–the dashboard clock read 11:45. I realized just how long I had been hanging in the shed. I wanted to speak up and ask him where he was taking me, what he was going to do with me, but I didn’t have the energy or the voice to do so. I drifted off, letting the vibration of the truck and the road lull me into a blank sleep.

I woke when the truck started to bump and jerk. In the headlights, I saw that we were in the woods, driving on a dirt road littered with rocks, heading up a steep incline. We drove on the road for maybe fifteen minutes, winding up and down, even crossing a few streams. The foliage appeared to get denser and denser around us the further we drove, and the road less and less cleared, until it was just two faint ruts.

Abruptly, Son

turned into a wide clearing of overgrown grass, at the center of which was a small, dark-looking cabin. Leaving the truck running, he got out and walked through the grass to the door of the cabin, then ran his hands along the top of the door until he found a key. He opened the door and went in, and about a minute later I saw a light come on inside. It was several more minutes before he came back out to the truck.

He was wearing what he usually wore, heavy work boots and thin, mesh shorts, with a tight tank top. He turned off the truck and came around to my door. I sat up. The muscles of my body were starting to respond to my commands. I started to get out–I thought that I could probably walk–but he swooped me up again in his arms and carried me across the yard to the cabin like I was a baby.

As he carried me, a bolt of lightening streaked across the sky. A loud rumble of thunder rolled across the woods, seconds later. Instinctively, I buried my head into son

‘s chest and I felt him grip me tighter. I inhaled his scent, and felt a rush of recognition. I knew this smell–knew the feel of these hands and these deep, even breaths. The soft, yet incredibly strong give of his chest and his arms, the immense power there that I sensed he was holding back in order not to hurt me.

We entered the cabin and I saw that it was a single room. On one side there was a ratty old couch and some chairs clustered around a fireplace, and on the other it looked like there was a rudimentary kitchen. Along the back wall were two sets of bunked beds, side by side, flat wooden pallets made from rough timber. There was an oil lamp burning on the table in the kitchen, and he must have lit the fire when he first came in, because it was crackling in the fireplace.

He carried me to the old couch and set me down, then went to the kitchen and started rooting around in the cupboards. I watched him çapa escort light a gas cooking stove. I looked around, still dazed and disoriented. The walls were covered in animals… and animal parts. Various taxidermied mammals, fish, dozens of pairs of antlers, and large-tusked jawbones that looked like they came from some kind of wild hog.

“It’s our hunting cabin,” son

said when he came back, holding out a mug of steaming liquid. “Don’t worry. They won’t come out here.”

I reached up and took the mug from him, relieved to feel my hands and arms working. After he handed me the mug, he sat in an old recliner, opposite me. I blew onto the surface of the hot liquid and took a sip. Bitter tannins washed into my mouth and made me flinch.

“Black tea,” he said, quietly. “Sorry, it’s the only thing here.”

I took another sip and the hot liquid lubricated my dry throat. “Thank you,” I croaked.

He didn’t respond, just ground his jaw again. More lightening flashed in the windows, and thunder rattled the cabin. I could tell that he was angry. He was flexing and relaxing his fists as he sat in the chair. I drank my tea and, slowly, and I felt my senses return as the liquid spread inside me and the caffeine hit my bloodstream. I watched him seethe, and I became uncomfortable. Despite the fact that he’d rescued me, the fact remained that he was a huge man–twice my mass at least. He was the son of his father and brother of his brother. And he had brought me to a remote cabin.

He stood up and threw another log onto the fire. Outside, the sky opened up and I heard a torrent of rain descend on the cabin. He strode back over to the kitchen and rustled around.

“You must be hungry,” he said.

I realized I was hungry. Ravenous. He brought over a pouch and held it out to me. I reached in and pulled out a piece of desiccated meat. I looked at him, and to my surprise, he cracked a smile.

“Try it,” he said, grabbing a piece himself and tearing off a chunk with his teeth.

I put the gnarled thing into my mouth and bit down. It was tough, but flavorful. I chewed and swallowed, then put the rest of the piece in my mouth and reached for another.

He laughed. “I thought you’d like it,” he said.

“What is it?” I asked, my mouth full.

“Deer,” he said.

I’d never eaten a deer before, and I was kind of grossed out, but I was so hungry that I didn’t care. I took another several pieces from the pouch and he grinned and sat down next to me on the couch. We sat, chewing, staring at the fire. The chill had gone out of the air in the cabin. The rain continued to pour down on the roof as the storm raged outside.

“Hey, is there, um, a bathroom here?” I asked once I had eaten my fill of jerky. The food and the tea had restarted my body and I desperately needed to pee.

“Yeah, out back. Just an outhouse, though,” he said.

“That’s fine,” I said, and I pushed myself up to stand and took a step toward the back door, but immediately fell down onto the rug.

“Shit,” I said. My legs were still shot.

Son

leaped up and put his hand under my arm to help me stand.

“Let me help you,” he said, and he supported me as I limped across the room. I was embarrassed, not being able to walk, but my body was still so broken, and he was so strong, and so gentle with me that I let him half-carry me to the back door. He pushed it open, and I saw the outhouse, about twenty yards from the cabin. I sighed, discouraged by the distance. But, grabbing a flashlight that was hanging by the door, son

just bent and picked me up and carried me across the yard through the rain.

He helped me get my pants down to pee. I tried to protest but he just knocked my feeble hands away and unzipped me, and pulled out my cock for me. He didn’t react to the size of me, just took it out of my underwear and aimed it into the hole when it was clear that I couldn’t even grip it myself. In the beam of the flashlight, we both saw how raw my cock was from having been scraped up so badly by the ginger’s teeth. I should have been mortified to be here like this, unable to support my own weight, with this guy holding my dick so that I could pee, but I just let my mind go blank and let the piss flow out of me, relishing the relief of emptying my bladder. He shook the last drips from my cock and put it back in my pants.

“I gotta go, too,” he said, and he pulled his dick out of his shorts and started to piss into the hole.

I couldn’t help but look, of course, and I swallowed hard when I saw it. In his big, blockish hand, his soft cock was fat and long, with the wide, cut dick head that I had seen bouncing in his shorts all summer long. His piss slit was enormous, and his piss stream was like torrential, almost like a horse’s. He saw me looking as he finished up, shaking his cock and slipping it back into his shorts.

Then he carried me back to the cabin, hustling since the rain was coming down so hard. When we were back inside, bayan escort he put me down on my feet and made sure that I was steady enough to lean against the wall as he secured the door. We were both soaked. He looked around the cabin for something to dry us off, but all he found was an old blanket. He looked at me, then at the fire, and then laid the blanket down on the rug in front of the fireplace. He threw another log onto the fire and then came and walked me carefully over.

“This will dry us off,” he said, and he helped me down onto the blanket. I winced in pain as I sat down. My body was still aching all over. I was shivering, too, from the cold rain.

Wordlessly, son

pulled my wet, dirty polo shirt over my head. He carried the shirt over to the sink on the other side of the room and wrung it out, then hung it to dry on a wire that was strung across the ceiling. He stripped off his own tank top and wrung it out as well. Sweet Jesus. I couldn’t help but watch him, the great muscles of his back and shoulders working as he squeezed the wet fabric. When he turned back toward me, the firelight licked up his belly and chest. He was smattered with wet hair. When he reached up to hang his tank top, his torso extended, showing me the extent of his powerful musculature, his dark, hairy armpits, and the peppering of stubble on his neck and chin. He ran his hands through his wet hair and flung the moisture onto the floor, then walked back over to me.

“Take your pants off,” he said.

I looked up at him questioningly, but his face was stern–serious. I took a deep breath and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly, then pushed my pants down as best I could. He saw me struggle and he knelt to help. He laid me back onto the blanket and pulled the cuffs of my pant legs over my ankles and then my pants were off. I put my hands over the bulge of my underwear as he went to hang up my pants. Watching him, my cock was thickening up.

“Those, too,” I heard him say, and looked to see him standing and pointing at my crotch.

“R-really?” I stammered, sitting up again to hide my erection.

He didn’t answer, just flexed his fingers, indicating that I hand him my briefs. Reluctantly, I hooked my thumbs into my underwear and pulled them down, turning away from him so that he wouldn’t see my obvious erection. With a shaky hand, I reached up to hand him my briefs. He took them and hung them up.

My embarrassment faded as I felt the warmth of the fire on my bare, damp skin. I turned to see him, over my shoulder, come and sit on the recliner to unlace his boots. He pulled his feet out of the boots and stripped off his socks. Then he got off the chair, still wearing his mesh shorts, and came to lie next to me on the blanket. He was a few feet away from me, and I was still turned away from him. He put a hand on my shoulder. His touch was warm and soft.

“It’s OK,” he said, quietly. “You don’t have to hide. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He pulled gently on my shoulder. I acquiesced and rolled onto my back. My mostly hard cock swung up, swaying over my belly. His eyes tracked down my body and then back up to my face. His eyes softened and he smiled at me. Then he reached down and pulled off his shorts, kicking them away, closer to the fire. His cock was also standing up, a thick pole capped with that wide, round head. Our bodies were still glinting with moisture from the rain–mine, slight, smooth, and pale next to his–large, dark, and hairy.

He crossed his arms behind his head and looked at the fire. I did the same. We stayed like that for a long time, letting the fire dry us, listening to the wood pop and crackle and the rain pour down.

When he rolled toward me and put his hand onto my chest, I took a fast, shuddering breath. His hand was large and warm and when his thumb tracked across my nipple, I felt my flesh tighten and pucker. I turned toward him and saw his dark eyes flickering at me. He pressed his lips against mine in a soft kiss.

If I still had any doubt that it was him, the guy from the quarry, it evaporated with the kiss. He cradled my cheek with his broad palm and kissed me with a tenderness that I hadn’t experienced since that night. I felt tears streak my face as I melted into him, felt his muscle-soft bulk press against my body as we kissed.

He pulled back and wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumb. Then he cradled my head in the crook of his neck and rocked me, running his hands along my back and arms. I let my mind dissolve into his skin and the scent of his body, the rasp of his cheek and the soft fur of his chest. He smelled like rain and earth and sweat, and I could feel his heart beating slow and steady, deep in his chest.

Suddenly, my body was wracked with a spasm, the muscles in my lower back contracting painfully. I cried out and jerked away from him, arching my back and pressing my shoulder blades into the blanket. He pushed himself up to kneel beside me as the spasms continued, escort bayan şişli and he put his hands on the sides of my chest to try to keep me from writhing so violently. When the spasms stopped, I collapsed down, breathing hard, my body coated with a layer of sweat.

He frowned at me and then got up and walked to a trunk near the bunks, opened it and started pulling things out. He came back to the blanket holding a metal jar.

“This will help,” he said. “Here, let me…”

He rolled me over onto my back, gently, so as to prevent another muscle spasm. I heard the scrape of the metal jar opening and then felt a cool smear of something on my lower back. He rubbed at it, pressing carefully against my tender muscles, and after a minute or so, I felt warm tingling start to spread across the small of my back.

“What is it?” I whispered, feeling my muscles relax in the warmth of the salve.

“I don’t know, really,” he said, after a moment. “My mom made this… before she died. I think it’s herbs and wax. And maybe some kind of oil. She used to rub it on us when we’d get hurt. It always worked. She even sold it, sometimes, at farmer’s markets. But she had to stop when she got sick.”

I listened to him talk–felt his deep baritone vibrate in my own chest as he spoke. He was so close to me, leaning over me, rubbing the salve into my skin. It was the most I’d ever heard him say. He stopped talking, but kept rubbing my back, slowly expanding the circles of his hands toward my shoulders and neck. Every once in a while, my muscles would start to cramp, but he would press his thumbs against them and quell their shaking. After a while, it felt like every muscle that had been tense in my back had turned to jelly.

That’s when I felt his hands move to my ass. He rubbed salve onto my buttocks and massaged them until they were warm and relaxed. Until now, after my back cramps, my cock had mostly deflated. But as his hands tracked down to my ass, I felt it start to harden again, tucked up under my belly against the blanket.

Slowly, ever so gently, I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart. He exhaled sharply. I winced, too, thinking about the shape my hole must be in. His dad and his brother–and the ax handle–had taken their toll on me. I tried to tighten the muscles down there, but all I felt was a sharp pain and I knew that my hole was struggling and failing to contract.

“Stop, stop,” he whispered to me as he realized what I was struggling to do.

He dipped his fingers into the jar of salve and ever so slowly started to work his way into my ass crack, gently and tenderly, massaging his way toward my hole millimeter by millimeter. I was breathing hard, now. He laid down and pulling me onto my side to lay against him, crooking the arm that wasn’t pressed into my ass under my head so that I could rest on him. He pressed his cheek against mine and reacted to my breath, using my body’s reaction to his touch as a guide to sense when it was OK to push further into me with his fingers.

My ass burned with pain, but as he massaged the salve into me, I felt the pain begin to dissolve into a delicious warmth. He kept a firm pressure on my asshole with his large fingers. Somehow, we both seemed to sense that if he let up on that pressure, even for a moment, that my ass would cramp and spasm. But as long as he was there, pushing, pressing against me, the healing warmth would keep working on me and the muscles deep within me.

I felt him flex and shift his weight and hold me tighter against him, and then I felt a hard firm pressure slide through his fingers and replace their presence against my hole. With a start, I realized that it was his dick–his broad, thick dick head with the enormous piss slit–pressing up against my tattered hole.

He whispered in my ear to calm me, reassure me that he wasn’t going to hurt me, and I relaxed against him, trusting him. His hand, freed from my ass was rubbing my hips and my pelvis, and then it was at the base of my cock, encircling it gently, still slick with salve.

I began to whimper as he drew his hand up along my shaft and flexed his hips so that his cock head pressed even more firmly against the battered ring of my asshole. The fire, lower now, was casting a crimson glow on us, on our bodies, and the storm raged outside.

I knew what I needed, and he knew what I needed, too. I pressed myself back against him and felt his wide cock head slide, with only the slightest resistance, into my hole.

He was breathing hard, too, and he released my cock to grab my chest and pull it tighter against him. Wrapped in his arms, I felt completely subsumed by him, as though every inch of my body were enfolded in his, and that he filled me from the inside, too, completely.

I could feel his restraint, his overwhelming desire to fuck me–I felt his legs shaking with the instinct to thrust into me. Instead, he ground against me gently, just using the girth of his shaft to keep the pressure on my asshole and my quaking muscles, to coax them into relaxation. The gentle rocking of his hips pushed the knob of his cock against the pulsing nub inside me and when his hand went to my cock again, it was slick with precum that was oozing out of me in time with the rhythm of his motion.

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My name is Andrew and I am currently accepting the fact that I am probably going to graduate from university a virgin. Do not start imagining me as a total loser, nerd or someone who would obviously still be a virgin. I am the captain of the football team and I am pretty tall, around 1.90cm. I am not a must-have-a-six-pack guy, but my body is well built, and I have literally seen girls drool over my biceps. My thighs are also quite big which comes as no surprise given the fact that I have been playing football all my life. I also have blonde hair and blue eyes, which everyone finds extremely charming. In conclusion, you could say that I am a big charming sexy guy who should not have any problems finding a girlfriend. And I do not have any problems finding a girlfriend. The problems come when I try to sleep with one.

I have had many girls through the years, but not a single one of them has made me hard. I am not impotent; I have the ability to get hard and I and my hand do a really good job every now and then when I need to release some pressure. However, when I am with a girl and she either touches me or goes down on me, I get soft and cannot get it up whatever she does, which is not much. I do not know why most girls think that just shoving their boobs in my face will be enough to seduce me. I need more, I need to get intoxicated, I need someone to make me lose control and want to have sex with them. Unfortunately, I do not think I will ever meet someone like that. At least that is what I thought before going to my last “Let’s get drunk and forget about the beginning of the semester” party.

Peter Doose was our goalkeeper and it was his last year at university as well, so he wanted the party to be extra special this year, hence, he decided to host it. His parents were quite rich and let him do all the partying he wanted as long as his grades at the end of the semester were good. Pretty good deal I would say. Peter hired a huge house on the outskirts of the city for three days, in case anyone got super drunk and needed a day or two to sober up. Being the good teammates we were, we helped him with the preparations. The house did not have a lot of furniture. There were two couches in the living room, which was enormous, a table and a few chairs in the kitchen and a bed in each room on the second floor. Apparently, the owners knew people hired the house mostly for partying and had taken all the unnecessary furniture away.

“Andrew, would you mind getting us some ice?”

“Sure, how many bags do you want?”

“The more the merrier.”

Peter chuckled and gave me some money. I got to my good old truck and drove to the nearest store. On my way there I kept thinking how tiring this night was going to be. I was expected to hit on some girl, get her in one of the rooms upstairs and have sex with her, while my teammates are either doing the same in some of the other rooms or listening through the door for some free porn sounds. No one knew I was a virgin, of course. I had told them that I had had many girls in high school and the last one was so good that I could not get it up for any other girl, and every holiday I got back home I had sex with her because she was just that good. I felt terrible lying to them like that, but they had some expectations from me as their captain and if one of them was me being a sex god, then who am I to ruin their fantasies.

I got to the store and looked around to find where the freezers could be. I could not see them from the entrance so I started walking, assuming they would be somewhere in the back. On my way there, lost in my own thoughts about the upcoming party, I bumped into a guy, who was stocking dog food. He lost his balance, pushed a pile of boxes, and the next thing I knew was that we were both on the ground — he underneath me and me protecting him from the dog food with my body. Our eyes met, and I felt something I had never felt before. His body was small, but he seemed strong. His skin was pale, and his eyes were the most beautiful golden-brown eyes I had ever seen. His hair was long, but he was wearing it in a loose bun. A few locks of his hair had fallen on his face and he tucked them behind his year. beşiktaş escort His fingers looked as if an ancient Greek sculptor spent his entire life trying to create them. He bit his lip and looked down and the trance I had fallen into ended.

“Oh my God, are you both okay?!”

I turned around and saw a woman running towards us. She was wearing the same uniform as him, so I assumed she was his colleague.

“Yes. I am sorry, it is my fault. I was not looking and bumped into him”, I got up and scratched my neck. “I can pay for the dog food, do not take it from his salary.”

“Do not worry, honey. It was an accident. I am glad you are both okay and I can see that the dog food is okay too”, she laughed. Then she handed her hand to the boy and helped him get up. “Mike, you can go home for today. I heard there was a party tonight for the beginning of the new semester. You have the afternoon shift tomorrow, go have some fun.”

“I think I will pass.”

He smiled at her and started walking towards a door, which had a sign saying “Staff only”. My body moved on its own and I followed him. I grabbed his hand just before he entered the room. He turned around and frowned his eyebrows at me.

“I am sorry for bumping into you” was all I could say.

“It is okay. No one got hurt. Thank you for shielding me with your body” he smirked.

“Um, yeah, no problem.”

He turned around and was about to enter the room, but I stopped him again.

“A friend of mine is hosting the party tonight. Are you a student at the university? You should come.”

“I am a student, but I do not think so.”

“What are you studying?”

“Second-year engineering.”

“Well, I am a fourth-year engineering and as your senior, I am telling you to have fun now, because what awaits you in the next three years is a nightmare.”

He laughed at my stupid joke and I could swear there was a dragon flapping its wings in my stomach.

“I may come.”

He smiled and went inside the room.

On my way back from the store I went through a roller coaster of emotions. At first, I was shocked that I could even think of liking another guy, let alone someone I just met and denied everything. There was no way that I had felt something towards this guy, Then, I got angry at myself for shielding him with my own body and apologizing so much. I was a customer and it was his fault for putting these boxes there. I cannot be the first person to bump into someone while they are stocking dog food. This store should prepare their workers better. After that, I felt bad for him. I did not even know what could happen to him. That woman had said that they would not cut his salary, but what if she had just been polite to a customer? For all I knew, he could lose his job because of me. Then I remembered his eyes and him biting his lip. I wanted to bite his lips. I wanted to tuck these locks of hair behind his year. I wanted to kiss his beautiful fingers. By the time I got back to the house, I had come to the conclusion that all the evidence (the dick in my pants hardening just from me thinking about his lips and fingers) leads to the fact that I am at least physically attracted to this guy. Mike. I did not care that Mike was a guy. Who was I to judge? I had never had sex. I could be gay. Or I could be gay just for Mike. There was only one way to find out and I hoped that he would come so I could figure it out.

* * * * *

Three hours after the party started Mike was nowhere to be found. I was leaning on the wall near the front door and was drinking my fifth cup of beer. Who the hell did this kid think he was? And why was I waiting for him like that? I was tipsy and irritated. Damn, I wanted to kiss this guy. I wanted to put my fingers through his hair and kiss him on his little red lips. I started imagining various scenarios including me and Mike naked and I felt my dick hardening. I could have any girl on this party sucking my dick right now, but I knew that as long she touched it, it would go soft.

“Are you thinking about something naughty?” I heard a voice in my ear. My eyes widened when I saw Mike. There was something escort bayan different about him. In the store earlier he seemed kind of shy and cute. Now the look in his eyes was hiding something more, something dangerous.

I leaned and spoke into his year.

“Maybe.”

He put his hand around my neck and pulled my head towards him.

“Are you thinking about me?”

He licked my ear and a moan escaped my lips. The music was too loud for anyone to hear me, but I knew he heard me. He smirked and started walking towards the exit. I followed him. He looked around the cars that were parked on the street and started walking towards mine.

“Give me your keys,” he said.

“Why?”

“So we can go to your place and fuck of course.”

I was stunned. I am pretty sure my jaw dropped, and I stayed like that for a few seconds.

“Excuse me?”

“You got hard in the store, you were checking me out, you invited me here. I can put two and two together. You want to have sex with me. We cannot do it here, because the captain of the football team cannot fuck a guy and be labeled a faggot, so I came now when everyone is drunk, and I am pretty sure no one saw you leaving with me. Now give me your keys. I am not letting you drive, just tell me where we are going.”

We did not say a word during our drive to my place. I had put my address in the GPS on his phone, so I did not even open my mouth once we got into the truck. I did not know whether it was the beer or him licking my ear, or his words, but I felt good. I felt excited. Almost intoxicated. I did not know what was going to happen. All I knew was that I was excited.

We got to my place. I lived alone in a small one-bedroom apartment near the campus. I had found it in my second year and had lived there since then. The rent was reasonable, and I liked not having to deal with roommates. As soon as I closed the front door, Mike started kissing me. He put one hand behind my neck and the other on my chest. I was surprised at first, but then I put my hands around him and pulled him closer to my body. I lifted him and took him to the bedroom. I put him on the bed and interrupted our kiss for the first time to take a breath and take my shirt off. I got his face in my hands and kissed him while slowly laying on top of him. I was touching him everywhere. I was feeling his body responding to my touch and that made me even more excited. He noticed and I felt his hand unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. I moaned out of pleasure. We turned and now he was on top of me. I undressed his T-shirt and threw it on the floor. He was slim but slender. I pulled him closed and started kissing his neck. He let out a moan. I wanted to devour him. I had never felt this good in my life. I could feel the weight of his body on top of me, I could feel his warmth, his hands touching me, his lips kissing me. I had never imagined that being with someone could feel this good.

He pulled down my pants and tried to pull down my boxers as well, but I stopped him.

“I… I have to tell you something.”

“If you want me to swallow, I will. It is not my favourite thing ever, but if it is your fetish, do not worry.”

“No, it is not that. I have never received a blowjob.”

He took his attention off my dick and looked at my face.

“The captain of the football team, the great Andrew that every girl at the university would fuck without even thinking twice is telling me that he has never had his dick sucked?”

“Whenever a girl tries to blow me, I get soft. I have never had sex before.”

He did not react in any way. He was just standing there looking at me. About a minute later a smile appeared on his face.

“I am sorry, I was just assimilating what you just told me. I was honestly expecting the roughest fuck in my life tonight, but we can stop if you want to. Or we can continue, it is up to you.”

“I am sorry I cannot give you the roughest fuck in your life…”

I was feeling humiliated. I was pathetic. What was I even thinking? How could I have sex with him when I had never had sex before? I guess mixing my fantasies with real bayan escort şişli life was not a good idea. Mike caught my chin with his beautiful fingers and kissed me.

“How about I give you the best blowjob in your life and then we see what we are going to do?”

Mike gave me another kiss and then his lips moved down to my neck. His hand was stroking my dick through my boxers and all I could do was lay down and relax. His lips moved further down and found one of my nipples while his hand was pinching the other one. The sensation made me moan and I could feel him smiling. His lips moved to my other nipple. His saliva left traces through my body. My chest was moving fast as his lips moved to my stomach. Mike put his fingers under the elastic of my boxers and took them off. I had never measured my dick, but I think it was about 20cm. Mike licked his lips and put it in his mouth. I groaned with pleasure. His tongue was doing miracles. He was licking and sucking while his hand was stroking the base which he could not fit in his mouth. I put my fingers through his hair and held it out of his face so I could see what he was doing. He was so beautiful down there. I had never thought anyone could look beautiful while sucking a cock but for the past few hours Mike has been doing nothing but surprise me.

“Ohh, please, do not stop! That is right, suck it, boy.”

I could feel my balls tightening and was ready to shoot it all in his mouth when he stopped and pulled away from me.

“Not so fast, big boy,” he said and laughed. “I have a right to feel good too, do not I?”

Mike took his pants off and his dick bounced and hit his stomach. He stroke it a few times and laid next to me.

“Do you have some lube?”

I nodded and opened my nightstand. He took the lube, squirted some on his fingers and lifted his leg in the air. He started massaging his asshole while I was stroking my dick looking at him.

“Stop stroking, big boy. Get up and lean against the wall. Look at me without touching yourself.”

I swallowed my saliva noisily and leaned against the wall in front of him. I could not stop looking. He stopped massaging his asshole and put one finger in. Mike tilted his head back and moaned. I bit my lip and put my hands behind my back to refrain from touching myself. I could cum just from looking at him. He held his leg in the air with one hand and fingered his asshole with the other. His dick was leaking precum and his head was tilted back while he was moaning and occasionally repeating “hmm yeah, hmmm”. He added another finger. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his moans. I could not stand looking at him. He was too hot.

“Look at me, big boy.”

I opened my eyes and saw him adding a third finger. He turned and laid on his stomach while his ass was in the air. He took the fingers out of his asshole.

“Put it in, big boy.”

I slowly walked towards him and stopped when the tip of my dick hit his ass.

“Go get a condom, put some lube on.” I did everything he told me and went back behind him. “Good boy. Now do not be afraid and put it in slowly.”

My hands were shaking while I was trying to push the head of my dick inside him as gently as possible. I did not want to hurt him. His moans told me he liked what I was doing so I continued. Soon we both got used to it and I started moving a bit faster. His moans mixed with mine while our bodies became one. He was everything I needed. His moans pleasured me even more than his ass did. I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted him to go cum. I wanted to see his slender body shake under mine. I wanted to make him say my name.

I could not hold any longer. I reached and grabbed his dick in my hand and started stroking him. My hand was moving in the same rhythm as my hips. I soon heard him screaming “oh yes” and I felt his warm semen on my hand. My orgasm followed his.

I laid next to him and tried to return my breathing to normal. He suddenly got up and went out of the room. I heard the bathroom door open. Mike returned to the bedroom and started putting his clothes on.

“You can stay for the night.”

“Thanks, but I got the morning shift tomorrow.”

He then left the room and then the apartment. I could not fall asleep that night. All I could think about was Mike. Did I do something? Or perhaps I did not do something right? Why did he leave? He did not have the morning shift tomorrow. He did not even ask about my name…

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Whether you’re older or younger you can still have the hots for the guy next door. But be careful what you wish for. You may get more than you bargained.

* * * *

“Hey, who are you?” I asked the cute, curly haired, blond boy who had called out to me as I took a breather in the back garden. It was May and I had just moved in and had taken a break from re-arranging furniture and the dreaded unpacking with a cup of coffee. I’d strolled out of the kitchen door to be greeted by a cheerful, “Hi mister” from a cherubic face that was now just two feet away from me and gazing up wide eyed and innocent. Couldn’t have been more than four or five. What the fuck was he doing in my garden?

“Hey Benji, get back over here. You can’t go treating our neighbour’s garden like the park.”

I saw the head of a forty something, attractive, blond woman peering at me over the somewhat dilapidated fence that separated our properties.

“So sorry about this,” she sighed. “The boys have gotten used to being a bit free with your garden as the house has been empty for so long. I’ll make sure you aren’t troubled again. Sorry.”

“Hey, no harm done. I’m Mike. Just moved in today. I wondered when I’d meet some neighbours.”

“Hello, I’m Kathy. Pleased we’ve got someone in the old place at last. Oh sorry,” she said as her cheeks reddened. “I didn’t mean to be rude about your property.”

“No no. That’s alright. I knew what I was taking on. I’m a bit of a handyman so I’m looking forward to fixing it up. It looks as though the fence could do with a few new panels too.”

I noticed Benji slipping across to his own garden through the gap in the fence. He clutched an orange football possessively in his firm grasp and looked a little put out, perhaps at the thought of losing his ability to wander at will.

“Hey, until the fence is fixed I don’t mind if your boys come over to fetch their ball. Any time. They can’t do a lot of damage so lets just carry on as normal for a while and see how things go.”

“Thanks for that. Benji is my youngest. Bit of an accident really, bigger age gap than I’d have planned. Then I’ve got Tyler who’s fifteen and Archie who’s eighteen. They went nearly ballistic when I told them I was pregnant. Anyway T M I for a complete stranger. Sorry again.”

“Archie is more a man than a boy and Tyler copies him in everything. He’s off to Uni after the summer so if you want some help with repairs and things, he’s ok as a spare pair of hands. I’ll volunteer him before he has a chance to say no or think up an excuse to refuse,” she chuckled.

“Better snap him up quick if you need any help to hold or lift. Hey there I go with my mouth again. Not used to adult conversation.”

“Thanks. I’ll remember the offer. Not sure how much time I’ll get to do the garden. There’s so much to do inside but when the weather brightens up and I take my holiday I’ll give him a call and see if he’s still free. Thanks again.”

Kathy ushered Benji inside. I wondered about a husband, hers not mine. I knew all about my ex. Cheating bastard! When I caught him in the pub toilets with his tongue down the throat of a complete stranger and his fingers exploring his bum I saw red. They both had damaged noses and my fist hurt for a week.

Fuck. Perhaps I should have been more understanding?

Still, one messy separation later this run down old place was all I could afford.

Now back to work with the unpacking and as I turned to head back indoors I caught a glimpse of a tall, slim youth in a pair of baggy sweat shorts dragging a sun lounger into a better position to soak up some rays. Mmm, nice body. Slim and firm with a hint of muscle to come if he stayed healthy.

I slipped my sunglasses on to my forehead to get a better look just as he gazed over at me and our eyes met.

A cute smile caused the corners of his mouth to lift and he nodded his head in a cool, student manner.

“Hi” I waved over at him. He waved a casual hand and rolled over onto his front. A man of few words eh?

“I’m Mike. Just moved in. You must be Archie. I just met Benjie and your mum. Nice to meet you all.”

There was no further chat from my new neighbour so I waved again and headed inside, but not before I gave his fit body another once over. Well I could think of a few things I’d like Archie to help me with, and I felt my cock stiffen in the heat.

As I unpacked another box I imagined my fingers rubbing sun screen into his firm back and shoulders and then further down as I fantasised about pulling those loose sweat shorts down and massaging his firm buns.

He wasn’t my usual type. I liked a more muscley body as a rule but with no action for several months now my body was telling me differently. Twinks weren’t my thing but I was happy to make an exception. My cock was now tenting my shorts and I tried to adjust it without too much wanking. I wanted to be comfortable but what the hell. I imagined Archie tugging his own cock as he lay on his back on the sun lounger and couldn’t escort mecidiyeköy resist a peek at him out of the lounge window. I couldn’t see enough so I ran upstairs quickly, taking them two at a time and headed to the back bedroom. I positioned myself behind the blinds and peered out. What a perv I was becoming, lusting after this cute, fit neighbour who was certainly young enough to be my son and only just legal!

Archie was now on his back with his hand down his shorts. I could see he was slowly massaging himself and, with eyes only slightly open, seemed to be in a world of his own. Then he pushed up his shades, glanced up at my house bedroom windows as if looking for something, or someone, and proceeded to stroke his chest and thumb his hard nips as he provocatively licked his plump, red lips.

Fuck, what a tease and what a cutie. I was ready to convert to twinks any time I could get one. I’d be certain to call him out on this blatant flaunting of himself when I got the chance. You looser! I thought. Why not now, when he’s so in the mood, and I ran in to my bedroom to change.

10 seconds later I was pulling an old, second hand lounger from the garage, dressed only in a skimpy and revealing pair of red speedo’s that were a size too small and I hadn’t worn since the summer trip to the Seychelles with my ex. I settled on my dilapidated lounger on my beat -up patio and pushed my arms up over my head. The sun shades covered my roaming eyes as I took non too furtive glances over the fence at my neighbour, who seemed to be dozing now as all activity in his shorts had stopped. Well I’d just have to see how awake he really was.

“Hey, Archie,” I called out. “Any chance I can borrow some sun screen neighbour? I know I’ve got some inside somewhere but I’m still unpacking. I’ll get you some more to replace it.”

I waited to see his reaction to my request and it didn’t take long before I saw his legs stretch open and a sexy grin appear on his cute lips. With his shades on I couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or not.

“Hey Archie. Help a neighbour out? Yes?”

I’d stood up now, all six feet of me pulled up straight as I leaned on the fence. I was flexing my arms and I thought I caught a movement behind the reflective glass over his eyes. Then I saw his hand reach down and cup the bulge in his shorts. Mm Mm. So he was certainly awake and wanted to tease eh!

I lowered my voice so it wouldn’t carry.

“Come on big boy. I think it would be real neighbourly if you were to help me out. Know what I mean? And I’d certainly repay the favour any time you wanted.”

I licked my lips and let one hand roam over my broad chest and muscled pecs. I thumbed a nipple and wet my finger and thumb between my pursed lips. Fuck, two could play at this teasing game and I was getting off trying to temp this young stud to join in.

To my surprise Archie stretched, cat like and provocative and pushed himself to his feet. His muscled thighs were stretched wide as he cleared the lounger and I almost gasped as he bent forward, giving me a long look at his back and the crack in his firm bum. Still in the bent position he looked over his shoulder at me and mouthed, rather than spoke, “Do you think you can handle all of this, old man?” and held up a bottle of sun screen with a wicked smile on his young lips.

“I might need some help to work it into my shoulders and back. You volunteering?” I replied. “It’s been a while. Might be a little rusty. I’m sure you could remind me how it goes.” I added with a leer and a wink.

Fuck, what was I doing, teasing and flirting with a barely legal young guy I had only just met. Would his dad punch my nose and his mum scratch my eyes out?

But they had to know what I was up to first and I sure as hell wouldn’t tell them. I didn’t think Archie would either.

“Hey man, my shoulders are getting burned standing here. Why not come over and we can get comfortable as you rub that cream into my back.” And anywhere else I can get you to rub it, I thought as my speedos continued to tent out.

Archie moved to the hole in the fence and without hesitating slipped through the gap. He clutched the bottle of sun screen in one hand and covered his crotch protectively with the other. Perhaps he was having second thoughts? Or his teenage lust was showing?

I turned and led the way through my patio doors, turning to encourage him with, “It’ll be quieter and more discrete in here. Come on.”

I noticed his hesitation and grabbed him by the arm as I led the way in. The darkness once out of the sun made me lift off my shades and he did the same.

“Wanna start on my back?” I questioned as I turned my bum towards him. He smiled and his eyes lit up as if pleased to be of help. He squeezed out a good dolop of goo from the bottle and using both hands applied it roughly to my shoulder blades. I grabbed the top of my speedos in both hands and wriggled them down to reveal the top of my cheeks and my arse crack.

“Don’t ist escort want to get them all messy and greasy. You can go down as low as you like with that now.” I turned back and spread my legs, allowing Archie to watch as I flexed my arms above my head and my bum cheeks too. I could feel his fingers digging into my broad shoulders and then tensed a bit as the feeling disappeared completely. Fuck, I hope he hasn’t changed his mind and chickened out, I thought.

The answer was a rather rude noise as he squirted out more of the cream and then the heavenly sensation as I felt his fingers grope and push into the muscles around my waist and lower back.

“Fuck, that feels good” I exclaimed. “Can you press a bit harder and go a bit lower too?”

I turned my head to make eye contact and was rewarded with a big grin as Archie really got into the rubbing.

“My dad liked me to give him a body rub when he got out the bath,” he said.

“Well you’re really good at it too. If I lie down on the carpet and you crouch astride my body it might be more comfortable for us both.”

Before he could react I dropped to the floor pulling the comfort blanket under me and stretched out, head resting on my folded arms.

“OK? Now get to work boy. I really wanna feel you rubbing in that cream and loosening up those muscles.”

I was pleased to feel him position his body astride mine but before he could get too comfortable I leaned up on my elbows and turned to look at him.

“Don’t wanna get those shorts of yours messy boy. Why not shuck em off and get back to work? I’m really missing the feel of your hands on my back.”

There, I’d said it and now I lay back down and left the decision to him. Lets see who was the tease now.

He stayed completely still for several minutes, obviously deciding what to do. Then I felt him move away from me and I thought he was gonna run. I was pleased to hear the snap of elastic and the muffled noises of clothes being removed and then I felt the warm skin from his thighs as he stretched across me again and repositioned himself astride my back. And there was no feel of underwear, just skin on skin. So he had been commando eh? Fucking lovely!

I decided to ignore it, treat it as normal for as long as I could, but the tent in my swim suit was now attempting to burrow into the carpet. I was SO hard!

This was going way better than I had expected.

I relaxed in the electric feel of his fingers as they kneaded and rubbed at my firm back and shoulder muscles and was sure to moan appreciatively whenever he let his hands drop to the small of my back and the top of my bum cheeks. It felt so good there was no need to pretend. I was in heaven when he woke me by leaning along my spine with his firm young teenage body and rubbing his hard dick into the small of my back. I immediately let out a long, sexy groan as I raised my back and attempted to rub my bum and his cock together. Fuck, he was good, ‘cos he pushed down and stretched his taught body along the length of mine, his toes digging into my calves and his hands stretching up to caress my hairy forearms. He tried to cover me completely and I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he panted with the exertion of rubbing. He wasn’t big but I could feel his hard cock on my back and his firm nipples too. Fuck I wanted him to roll me over.

“Hey, that feels so good. You’re a natural you know.” I tried to give him a positive vibe as his hands worked over me. “Mm, don’t you stop boy. That feels so great!”

“Glad you like it,” he chipped back. Pleased you feel good. You want more?” With this last comment he dug deeply into the small of my back and the top of my bum.

“Why don’t you slip out of these briefs and let me get deeper? Your bum is begging for a good rub.”

With that comment he slapped my cheeks hard and I reacted with a yelp and a push back of my bum. I rolled him over easily and pinned him down, my legs astride his hips and holding his hands down on the carpet.

“Now son,” I whispered as I leaned down closer to his ear. “Lets remember who’s in charge here.”

I leaned closer, about to steal a kiss and plunder his mouth as he looked up at me through long, dark lashes and lust filled eyes.

“Yes daddy, but do you want to be?” he murmured. “Or do you want me to take charge? Make you feel good? Let you enjoy yourself as I do the work? Well?”

He wriggled one hand out of my grip and reached forward to my balls, stretching his fingers as he touched me tenderly, stroking my vulnerable and sensitive sack as he avoided my stiff cock. Then he moved his hand up to my face and placed his fingers into my warm, wet mouth. I sucked greedily, enjoying the feel and taste as he explored me sensually. I could feel his cock, stiff and hard under me, and could imagine how he could feel my eight inches pressed against him. I moved my hips back and forward against him and was pleased as he moaned and his eye lids fluttered.

“Hey daddy,” taksim esc he moaned. “Can you strip off and let me feel your nakedness? Please? I want to explore Daddy’s hard fit muscles, all of them.”

I rolled off him and in one move I had my speedo off and my hard throbbing cock sprung free. His eyes widened as he took in the size of it. Its girth and width as well as the length seemed to excite him. I was glad I’d shaved there recently. It made my balls look bigger and fuller. He adjusted his position so he could take it in his mouth and then began to lick around my big bell end. He treated it tenderly and gently at first.

“Oh Archie, boy. That feels SO good”.

He was licking and kissing before sucking the big purple plum into his hot, wet mouth and slurping and sucking like an expert.

“Fuck, don’t you dare stop!” I panted between moans of lust and pleasure. And he didn’t for the next twenty minutes. Fuck he was so hot and I was so hard.

I wanted this to get hornier and sluttier. I pulled him down and kissed him passionately, exploring my mouth with my tongue and was pleased to feel his flick back and the sharp nip of his teeth on my bottom lip.

He murmured into my mouth. “Fuck Daddy, you are so hot!!”

Then he kissed me again and stretched and rubbed his firm body hard against mine. Fuck, I wanted him and I wanted him now.

We were only disturbed by an insistent call from the other side of the fence.

“Hey are you over there?” It sounded like Kathy, his mum. “I need you to watch Benji for a bit while I go to the shops. Come on Archie, I know your’e in there.”

“Fuck, Ar…” I started to say, but my mouth was covered by a firm hand and twinkly eyes winked at me as his firm lips smiled and grinned. He leaned up and whispered. “If you wanna finish where we left off leave your patio doors open tonight after dark. I’ll be back.”

Then he slipped from under me, hastily grabbed his shorts and t shirt as he dressed and ran out of the house. I heard him talking to his mom.

“I was helping Uncle Mike move some furniture. He’s nice mom. I like him. Says I can go over any time cos there’s still a lot to do. And he’ll pay me for the help.” And then the sound was blocked out by the door closing.

I lay back on the carpet. Fuck, I had so nearly had sex with that boy! That young man. What was he thinking, leading me on like that? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I firmly stroked my semi hard cock back to a full erection and exploded all over my chest thinking of Archie’s firm, youthful body and how much I wanted him. Yes, I really wanted him.

Would he turn up after dark so we could continue where we had left off? I certainly hoped so. I struggled into my speedo again and wasn’t surprised to see I had a semi that filled it really well. Might as well work on that tan again and fetched a beer from the fridge and strolled out to the sun lounger.

As I lay back with my shades over my eyes I was dozing off in the hot sun when I heard a deep voice from over the fence.

“Hey mister. Hey. You want me to help you out with something? I could certainly do with a bit of extra cash this summer.”

I raised my glasses and looked into the face of a cheeky but mature looking Tyler. He had the same red lips and dark, full lashed eyes. Mm, pretty cute.

“Well Tyler, if you want to pop over for a soda we can discuss it now and I’ll show you what I have in mind. You free now? Defo no alcohol. Of course, ‘cos your’e under age you’ve gotta be home at a reasonable time and don’t get any ideas. Just work, no play, unless you count the x box” I gave him my best sexy grin as I reached down and adjusted my crotch that was fast growing stiff again.

“Ok man,” he commented. I’ll just let Archie know where I am, ‘case he needs me.”

“Ok. You do that. This’ll only take a minute.”

We worked away for nearly an hour, unpacking crates, moving boxes into other rooms or the garage, and eventually he went home smiling, with my £5 note clutched in his boyish grip.

I needed a shower and was on the way to the kitchen to grab a beer when I heard Archie call from the garden next door.

“Hey Mike. Anything you want me to do now? I’m free now for a bit and can’t wait till later. Perhaps we can do a bit of preliminary work eh?”

I pushed my head out and caught Archie leaning on the fence in just a pair of baggy sweat shorts. He looked hot and sweat was dripping from his fit, young body.

“Hi” I greeted him. “Why don’t you come over now and we can talk about some things you can help me with later. I can think of quite a few.”

“I bet you can, you dirty old man,” He rubbed his crotch provocatively and i could clearly see the outline of a stiff cock.

“I’ve got another beer in the fridge you can have as we chat. That’s if your’e legal of course.”

“Hey, I’m eighteen. Ok for drinking at home, right?”

“Yep. That’s fine. Just wanted to check. Didn’t want to corrupt a minor.”

He smirked at that and gave me a wink as he replied, “From what I’ve seen and heard, guys like you are quite open to a few suggestions. I can’t wait to get to work for you. Whatever you need man, I’m your guy!”

He leered at me as he climbed through the well used hole in the fence. I’d have to think about putting in a gate.

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