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I double check the room number at a hotel in Waikiki – I imagine it’s a minor breach of etiquette if you transpose numbers, and ask the * wrong * straight guy if they’re still curious about touching your cock. Not that this specific scenario gets a lot of words in those antique etiquette books – they do tend to bury the lede and natter on about arcane stuff like which fork is used for salad at a black tie function. Like that’s even remotely useful in real life.

Oh. Right. Knock.

The guy who answers the door is surfer bleached blond with green eyes, and wearing faux Hawaiian beach shorts and a moderately loud aloha shirt that no local would be caught dead in. Like, straight out of the first ABC store he ran across in Waikiki. But, he’s almost as tall as me, with a slim muscular build, and the sun is glinting off the blond hairs on his tanned arms, so the clothes look good on him, almost like he’s dressing ironically.

“Are you… umm,” I say. “You know?”

“From the… ad?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, c’mon in.”

It’s a standard mid-range room, nice but not extravagant, view of the Ala Wai canal. Has a tropical bed spread that looks super clean, but you’d probably not want to view with a black light if you’re squeamish about random cum stains left by a plethora of strangers. No amount of washing is ever going to get every last molecule out, though that is curiously omitted from every tourist brochure, ever.

He has a laptop open with straight porn playing, a compilation of women giving hand jobs, fairly suggestive given the ad he placed. I wave at the computer. “So, that’s what you wanna try? You were a little vague in your ad.”

“Well, not exactly. I just want to feel what my wife experiences when she touches my cock, feels it stiffen. Not, you know, stroke it or anything like that.”

I shrug. “Sure. I get it. I’m married, too. So… how do you want to start?”

“You want to see pictures of my wife?”

I nod.

He taps a few keys, and a montage of nude pictures of his wife in suggestive poses starts playing. She’s good looking, athletic, auburn hair, curvy in the best way. D cup and a phat booty.

“Mmm,” I say. “Day-yam. You’re a lucky guy.”

“Be luckier if she’d let me fuck her more often.” As we’re talking, he edges closer and closer, watching my eyes to see if that… intimacy… is OK.

“What’s the problem?”

“Says she wants me to be more seductive and romantic. I try, but… fuck. I don’t know how to fucking please her.”

By now he’s maybe four inches shy of me, and glances down at the slight bulge in my shorts. “Is it OK if… you know…” he says, his voice soft.

I take a baby step toward him, so we’re maybe an inch apart, close enough to see the gold flecks in his green irises. I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear, feeling the reflected heat of my breath, and murmur, “I’ll show you how to seduce her. Pretend you’re her.”

A long pause. bayan escort mecidiyeköy “OK,” he whispers.

I slowly kiss his earlobe. “Run your finger along my zipper.”

He obeys. I feel myself getting harder.

“Now ask if you can unzip it.”

“Can I?”

I wait. Finally, “Say please.”

“Please, can I unzip it?”

“Yes. Slowly. Yeah, like that. Mmm. Do you want to touch it?”

“Yes? I mean, yes!”

I wait.

“Please, can I touch it?”

“Yes. Yes, you can. Reach inside. Brush your fingers there, like you did to my zipper… but on the outside of my underwear. Don’t rush. Aaaah. Yes. Do you like touching me, baby?’

His hand freezes, like he’s processing being called “baby”. Did I go too far?

He resumes touching. “Yes. I like it.”

“Now squeeze it. Gently.”

He complies, his hands still outside my underwear.

“Now my balls. Uunnh. God. Yes.” I put my hand on his butt, and when he doesn’t object, I cup one of his cheeks and whisper, “You got such a sexy ass, baby.” I squeeze his firm athletic butt, first one cheek then the other. He’s breathing faster, like he’s getting turned on a bit. “Now be a good wife and reach inside. Unh. Yeah, like that. Feel how hard you’re getting me. Do you like my hard cock in your hand?”

I wait. Finally, he says, “Yes. It’s so big. So warm.”

“Squeeze my balls too. Oh. Yeah. Mmmm. What a good wife. Touch my cockhead. Yes. Yes. Do you want to stroke my shaft, get it harder, baby?”

I can almost hear him thinking. This is as far as he said he’d go.

He slowly starts stroking my shaft.

“Yes. That’s right. Feel how good you make your husband feel. Now, unbuckle my shorts and pull them down.”

He takes his hand out, and pulls my shorts and underwear down a bit, freeing my butt cheeks.

“Pull them all the way down baby. Take them off.”

He leans down to comply, bending at the waist, and soon my shorts and underwear are around my feet.

Which puts his head at eye level with my fully erect cock.

I kick my shorts and underwear off. When he tries to straighten up, I gently put my hand on the back of his neck. “Stay there, sexy. Look at how hard you made your husband’s cock.”

He turns his head sideways, looking me in the eyes, like he was both shocked and puzzled at how he somehow volunteered to bend over and put his face near my cock. He made a tentative effort to raise his head, but I hold him firmly in place. So, he gives in and puts his hand back on my dick and resumes stroking it.

“That’s a good girl. Oh, that feels so good. Now, kiss just the tip of my cockhead.”

He gives me a pleading look, like this is going way too far.

“You’re such a good wife. Kiss it with those sexy lips, baby.”

He finally obeys, gives it a brief peck.

“No, kiss it good. Hold your mouth there. Aaah, fuck yes. Such a good escort bayan ist wife.” I grasp the back of his neck firmer, and try to push into his hot wet mouth. “Please, take just the head inside your mouth. That’s all. Just the head. God, you’ve got me rock hard.”

He initially resists as I try to press my dickhead inside, but then I feel his neck muscles relax as he surrenders to the moment, and I slide it in, keeping my promise, just the head.

“Mmmm. Yes. Oh, yes. Good girl. Use your tongue, too. Show me how much you love your husband, baby.” I slowly fuck his mouth with my cockhead, sliding in once, twice, a third time.

Then he takes over and starts bobbing his head, taking it like a good wife, sucking and licking, slowly at first then a bit faster, still bent over. He puts one hand on my cock’s shaft, stroking it, and then reaches down with his other hand and touches and kneads the boner he’s sprouted.

“Ooh, fuck. Yeah. Yes. Now get on your knees baby.”

He looks up at me with pleading eyes, still working my cockhead with his mouth and my shaft with his hand, turned on but perhaps thinking that kneeling to take dick was way too submissive, especially for a straight married dude.

I caress his cheeks with both hands while he thinks about it, then I gently run a hand through his hair and use my other hand to nudge his shoulder down. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing so good.”

He resists the nudge at first, then releases my cock and sinks to his knees and stares up at me with an anxious look, his pupils wide open, like he was shellshocked at his surrender and wondering how he’d agreed to all this.

“Good girl. You ready to take just a little bit of the shaft inside your sexy lips?”

“Yes.”

I wait, raising my eyebrows.

“Please, can I take some shaft?”

I grunt in approval. I put a hand on the back of his neck while caressing his hair, getting ready to push inside, but instead he grasps my buttocks and his mouth starts moving down my cock. It looks so sexy, my cock slowly sliding between his lips. His pursed lips look and feel almost like a hot wet pussy. He takes my cockhead and keeps going, an inch of shaft. When he pauses, I slide almost all the way out, then he engulfs me again, taking it a bit deeper, working up the courage to take it deeper, fucking his face on my dick.

He goes a bit deeper each time, until I feel my cockhead pushing against his throat. He looks pleadingly up at me.

“You can take it baby. Take it slow. Uhnmn, fuuuck, relax your throat, oh god, yes, almost there, be a good wife and take it all the way in. Oh, fuuck. FUCK! Unh!”

I can feel him trying to suppress the gag instinct, and after a few more thrusts he’s given his face to me fully. It’s all the way in. He’s deepthroated me, and I hold it there just a moment, balls deep inside his mouth and throat, then gently grasp both of his cheeks and pull all bayan escort taksim the way out. “Aren’t you glad you did that for me, like the best wife ever?”

He has a few tears running his cheeks from the deepthroating, but his eyes are shining, perhaps from the tears, perhaps from something else.

“Yes,” he says. “Am I a good wife?”

“Yes, baby. You’re the best. Ready?’ I place my dickhead against his lips.

“Yes. Please.” He parts his lips.

“Ready for me to facefuck you?”

He nods.

I gently grasp his hair and the back of his neck, holding his head still, and start fucking his face, only about half the length of my shaft this time, slowly at first but picking up the pace. He watches me with heavy lidded eyes, taking it like the slutty wife he is, a look on his face like he can’t believe he’s doing it, but also like he can’t stop, he wants to know what it is like to be his wife getting facefucked. I’m doing him a bit rough now. I feel the cum building up, the pressure building.

“Fuck baby, I’m ready to cum.”

His eyes open wide and his brow crinkles.

“You want to take my cum, baby?”

He nods, his mouth full of surging cock. He’s making noises like he wants it, or maybe wants to say something but can’t without breaking the moment.

“You ready for me to cum in your mouth like a good wife?”

Yes, his eyes say. Yes.

I start fucking deeper, and I can hear his sounds of distress, but he’s matching my rhythm, pushing forward as I push forward, letting me know I can use him like the slutty wife he must wish he was in that moment.

I bottom out in his throat. “I’m gonna cum. Here it cums!”

His tongue is sliding on my shaft as I pull almost all the way out and then push all the way in one last time, roughly grabbing his hair and neck. I groan.

“Take it!” I say, spurting into his throat. “Fuuuck!” I spurt rope after rope in his mouth. “Swallow my cum!”

He’s making noises, like he wasn’t expecting to have to swallow, but with my cock jammed balls deep inside his throat there isn’t anything else he can do but swallow.

I shoot perhaps the biggest load of my life down his throat, while he kneels and takes it like he must wish his wife would take it. And perhaps now he knows what to say and do to make that happens.

I collapse back on the bed behind me, spent, gasping for breath, and feeling waves of sleepiness roll over me.

He finishes swallowing the last of my cum, wiping up a bit that leaked out and then licking his fingers, then wiping the last of the tears from the face fucking off his cheeks. He crawls up onto the bed next to me, gently caressing my face as I close my eyes and relax, my breath catching up finally from the sprint of cumming.

“So,” he says.

I open my eyes sleepily, thinking that was a rather short sentence.

“Thank you,” he says.

I raise an eyebrow. It takes a lot of effort. “I should be thanking you. That was fucking amazing.”

“I mean, thanks for showing me how it feels to be my wife.”

I look at him, and despite all the cum I’m given him, I start getting aroused again. “Your wife ever let you fuck her ass?”

He looks at me like he’s wondering if he’s ready for that lesson in… etiquette.

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As with all of my stories, there will be an element of truth wrapped in a bit of literary embellishment to enhance the fantasy. Names and places, of course, have been changed.

After you’ve read my tales, please leave a comment of encouragement, or of critic, I welcome them both.

*****

I’ve held up well, physically, over the years. I’ll turn 50 on my next birthday but I’m still in pretty good shape; I’m tall, 6’1″, broad shoulders, a fit build…no extra weight around my midsection like most men my age acquire…I don’t have bulging biceps or rippling abs, but I still have pretty good muscle tone. I’m told I’m good looking enough times to believe that I’m perceived that way, even though I don’t much feel it.

Emotionally, that’s a different story. I’ve had my share of the typical gay relationships; cheaters, liars, manipulators. Most recently, I was unfortunate enough to fall in love with a true sociopathic narcissist. Over the five year relationship, he did a real number on my ego and self-esteem, leaving me with a smattering of social anxiety, self worth issues, and a general fear of any further committed relationships.

I’ve been single for a few years now, keeping to myself and just trying to work on me for a while. I’ve had the sporadic bouts of loneliness and I’ve thought, maybe it’s time to “get back out there,” as they say, and I signed up on one of those online dating apps to give it another go only to realize again why I’ve stayed single. There were times when I would hook up with an old acquaintance for a booty call, two different guys that I’ve known for several years, but those happenings are few and far between.

I live in a small rural town in western North Carolina, and even though the general mindset towards gays has much improved over the years, there are still little pockets where it’s not always best to be openly out and all that. I’ve never really been the rainbow flag waving, pride parade organizing type of gay man in the first place, but after I finally came out to my family and friends I’ve always been proud of who I am and never denied being gay if someone were to ask, but neither have I ever just thrown it out to people that I am. Being gay is my sexual preference, not what defines me as a person, and being that most people would never automatically guess that I am gay, most people in my neighborhood or at work have no idea that I am gay.

That changed recently.

If you’ve ever lived in one of those quaint little neighborhood developments where all the houses are somewhat close together and everyone knows everyone else you’ll understand that when one person learns something unexpected about a neighbor, soon the entire neighborhood knows it. This is what happened to me when the “Neighborhood Karen” was driving past my house one evening and saw my booty call friend leaving my house and I kissed him goodbye on the front porch. I just resigned myself to the fact that before long everyone would know my business and I would be effectively outed to the entire neighborhood, and waved at Neighborhood Karen as she drove by gawking.

Several weeks passed before I began to notice that anything was off. I didn’t expect anything of a hostile nature, being that I was the age that I was and that all the neighbors liked me and we all got along really well. I did notice many sidelong glances from the women in our comings and goings, a few of the men as well, but nothing more. I just continued on with my life as normal. I have already sorted out and dealt with who I am, now it was up to them to do the same for themselves.

One neighbor, in particular, became more friendly than he had previously been. That’s not to say we weren’t already on good terms, just that he seemed to go a little out of his way to offer a greeting, a wave, and a friendly smile whenever he saw me. I took it that he, too, had learned my “secret” and that he was overcompensating the way many straight men do in order to let you know that they were indifferent to the fact you are gay and they don’t want you to feel out of place. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

His name is Luke, though I referred to him to myself as Project Man. He lives directly across the street from me and his garage was basically a small woodworking shop and he was constantly working on some project or other. He made a lot of the farmhouse style furniture that was so popular at the time, and a few months back I had him build me two nightstands with doors and a drawer on them. I always imagined it was the typical situation of the husband avoiding the wife by hiding himself in his safe place, or whatever, and I’d sometimes sit on my porch with a coffee and a cigarette and watch him work.

He was an average looking guy, with that every-guy look to him, someone you’d see and imagine you knew him because he just looked familiar. He was average height, slim build, sandy blond hair, a nice little tush on him. I think he was around forty years old, but I’m not certain. His wife, escort bayan mecidiyeköy on the other hand, had gone beyond her prime. They had three children, and it was obvious she wasn’t pained to regain the pre-baby figure. She was a pretty woman, she’d just let herself go, as they say. She was also a part of the Karen Network so I knew she and he both had heard the news about the gay neighbor.

He began walking out to the curb on my side of the street when he would notice me coming in or out of the house and chit chatting for a few minutes about innocuous things; the weather, this neighbor putting in a new pool, his new project, or any number of things.

One afternoon I had come out to the porch with a coffee and was sitting watching him work and generally enjoying the warm day. He noticed me as he was walking out of his garage to grab a plank of lumber from his truck and smiled and threw his hand up in a wave. I returned the wave and the smile and he went on back into the garage.

I sat there, glancing at him when his moving about caught my eye, and drinking my coffee when I notice he was standing at the garage door looking at me looking at him. He had a faint smile on his face as he reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He wiped the sweat from his face and neck with it, all the while looking over at me, then propped his hands on his hips and just stood there.

Naturally, my eyes roved over his torso, noting his chest and shoulders. He had a very nice muscle tone, but wasn’t all bulky and ripped. He looked damned good.

My eyes scanned down his belly to the little trail of hair running from his navel down into the waistband of his pants. As if he knew where my eyes were looking, he looked down at himself, caught his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down in the front, just enough to reveal more of his waistline and the beginnings of his pubic mound.

I wasn’t really sure what to think about this. He was obviously displaying for me, but it was very confusing and I wasn’t sure how to process it…was he taunting me, flirting, or was it some other hetero male display I was unaware of?

My dick certainly had no trouble processing, as it stiffened a little in my pants.

I cocked my head to the side in a questioning gesture and he grinned back at me, then glanced to the side as if looking to see if anyone could see him, then he looked back at me and made a swiping motion down the front of his pants as if he were wiping away sawdust or something and then rested his hand over his bulge. With that, he turned and went back into the garage and started working again.

I have to say, I was intrigued wondering what that was all about. I finished my coffee, all the while watching him as he worked and occasionally looking over to me and smiling, and then I went back inside my house.

I didn’t give it much more thought and then that weekend I was piddling around the house doing a little cleaning when there was a knock on the door. I made my way to the front room and glanced out the window beside the door and there stood Luke.

I opened the door and said, “Luke, hey.”

He smiled at me and said, “Hey neighbor!”

He was wearing a tank top and a pair of loose basketball shorts, and very obviously, no underwear; his dick laying down the inseam of the shorts and making a very noticeable print.

“Come in,” I said, stepping back from the door. “What’s going on with you?”

“I’ve been working on some furniture, I’m making another set of nightstands like the ones I made you and I found some soft closing hinges that I’m using on them and, well, I thought I’d come over and offer to switch yours old ones out for a set of these.” He held up a small plastic bag with the metal hardware in them for me to see.

I looked from the little bag to him, and noticed he was flushed from his neck up into his cheeks. I pointedly looked at the bag again, then let my eyes drop to his crotch, taking in that nice little dick print in the front of his shorts, making sure he saw where I was looking.

“Um, well yea, sure!” I said. “That’s really thoughtful.”

He shrugged, blushing a little deeper. “That’s what neighbors are for, eh?”

We stood there for an awkward second, then I offered him something to drink.

“I’ve been doing a little cleaning and having a beer, would you like one?” I hadn’t been having a beer, but I would if he wanted one.

“Oh yea, that sounds great, actually.”

I nodded my head towards the kitchen and turned head in there and he followed me. I grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge, handed him one and popped the top on my own. He twisted off the top of his and turned it up and took a long drink from it. It seemed he was a little nervous and the beer helped to settle him or something.

He stood there with his beer in hand looking around the kitchen like he was cataloging things, bayan escort ist but he also kept glancing at me and when he would see that I was looking in his direction he would fumble at adjusting his crotch.

We chatted for a few seconds about the layout of my kitchen, him tweaking his crotch a few more times, which I pointedly watched as he would do it and then he said, “Hey, if you ever want to renovate your kitchen I can do the cabinets for you and help you to install them.”

I glanced around, the kitchen was a little dated, and I had been thinking that very thing for quite a while now, so I nodded and looked back at him. “Yea, for sure. I’ve been thinking of replacing all the cabinets anyway. I even had someone come give me a quote a few months ago, but their price was pretty steep.”

He scoffed then twisted his hand in a dismissive wave, “Naw man, don’t do that. I can make them for you for the cost of materials and we can install them. No worries.”

While he was talking he was steadily shifting his crotch around and I smiled at him and nodded, looking at his hand on his crotch and said, “That sounds like a plan! I may just take you up on that.” Hoping my comment came through as pointed as I intended it to.

I stood there smiling at him for a few seconds while he stood smiling back. It got a little awkward, and he was blushing again. He broke eye contact and downed the rest of his beer. I took the bottle from him and threw it away then grabbed him another from the fridge. I twisted off the top and handed it to him and said, “Here, let’s go take a look at those nightstands.” As I walked past him to head towards the bedroom, I couldn’t help but test the waters and let my hand slowly graze across the front of his shorts before I walked down the hall towards my bedroom. If all of his crotch grabbing and shuffling his junk around was his form of an invitation, I wanted him to know I was picking up on it and was down for whatever.

He followed behind me after a second and when he came into the room I was sitting on the bed looking at the nightstand.

As he approached, I glanced up at his crotch; was his dick print a little bigger than it had been? It definitely looked like he was pushing against the front of his shorts more than he was before.

He walked over and set his beer on the nightstand then knelt down and reached to open the door. I smiled to myself because I knew what he was going to find inside.

He pulled the door open then froze for a second, then turned to look at me; his face burning red with embarrassment.

I acted like nothing was wrong as I looked at him, then turned to look inside the nightstand.

“Oh shit.” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Let me get those.” I gripped his shoulder and pulled a little to get him to stand up. He stood and stepped to the side of the nightstand as I knelt down in front of it and pulled out a tube of lube, a vibrating prostate dildo, and my fleshlight.

“Sorry about that.” I said, placing everything on the bed beside me. “I forgot those were in there. That single life, ya know?” I said, chuckling.

As I turned back towards him, I purposefully leaned forward a little as I turned so that when I was facing him my face was directly in front of his crotch. I stayed there for a few seconds then tilted my head up to look him in his eye. His breathing was a little off as he stood there with his hands hanging at his side, and his dick print was absolutely bigger than it had been before.

My dick started growing in my pants knowing that Luke was getting hard while I knelt on the floor in front of him.

Luke just stood there staring down at me while I stared up his body at him, his chest heaving with each breath. I caught sight of a twitch from his growing dick and turned my face back towards his crotch. My face was mere inches away from his growing dick.

“Oh wow.” I said, reaching my hand up and tapping his dick with a fingertip. “I guess I should be sorry for that too.”

He instinctively flinched back slightly but said, “Don’t be.” His voice going husky with arousal.

I rubbed my finger up and down the length of his nearly hard dick then wrapped my hand around the cloth covered shaft and squeezes his dick through his shorts. “I said I should be,” I said as I pulled his dick up, dragging it across my lips. “But I’m not.”

I stroked his dick a few times through his shorts, then let it go and looked up at his face as I ran my hand up his thigh underneath the leg of his shorts. I found his smooth shaved balls hanging below his dick and cupped them in my hand. His eyes closed and he let out a sigh as I rolled his balls in my hand. I waited for him to open his eyes again before I let them go and wrapped my hand around his dick. It was warm and smooth, his foreskin covering the head and I took a grip and pumped it in my hand, rolling the sensitive foreskin back and forth over the head a few times. His eyes escort bayan taksim turned glassy and he panted as I played with his dick.

“How far do we go with this Luke?” I asked him, keeping a slow, steady rhythm as I played with his dick.

His glassy eyes locked into mine before he looked behind him at the door then over to the window, which was covered with blinds and curtains.

“I don’t know.” He answered, looking back down at me.

“How about you stop me if anything makes you uncomfortable?” I asked him.

He stared at me for a moment then nodded his head several quick times, still panting.

At his approval, I wanted to rip his shorts off and attack his dick, swallowing as much of it as I could, but I restrained myself from ravaging him.

Instead, I smiled up at him before I let go of his dick and pulled my hands out of his shorts leg. “Then how about we take a look at what we’re working with here.” I said as I reached up for the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down.

His dick sprang free of his shorts and bounced right in front of my mouth. I leaned back a little so that I could get a better look at him. His pubes were trimmed short, the area just above his shaft shaved smooth. His balls, hanging low under his dick, were also shaved smooth. His dick was about seven inches, veiny, and with a nice thickness that promised a mouthful. The hood of his foreskin gripped loosely to the head of his dick, leaving just the rosy tip exposed.

I gripped him at the base of his dick and pulled the foreskin back exposing the head as I reached forward and kissed the drop of precum at the slit, tasting a warm saltiness on the tip of my tongue. Luke whimpered and his back arched, pushing his hips forward and his dick right into my lips.

“Are you okay with this Luke?” I asked him, giving him a chance to back out. He nodded his head quickly so I parted my lips and slid the head into my hungry mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around the crown and pushing my tongue up against the underside of his glands. I let my saliva wet his dick as I pushed forward, sliding him into my mouth all the while keeping my tongue pressed against the underside. I drew my mouth up and down his dick several times then pulled him out of my mouth, drawing his foreskin up as I did so. I pushed my tongue into the fold of foreskin and dragged my tongue in a circle around the head of his dick, keeping his foreskin pulled up over the head as I licked between them. The sensation of stimulating the sensitive head and his foreskin at the same time caused Luke to gasp and moan. Pulling my tongue back, I drove his dick as far into my throat as I could, pushing my mouth forward until I had his entire dick buried in my throat and held him there as I licked my tongue out and lapped at the base of his balls.

Luke braced his hands on my shoulders and pushed his hips forward, trying to push his dick in further. I began backing off a few inches then driving him back into my throat as fast as I could and still take small breaths in between thrusts.

“Oh god.” Luke gasped and his legs started trembling.

I drew all the way back to the head, then swallowed him back down. I swallowed his dick three or four times and then I grabbed his balls in my hand while dragging the finger of the other hand into the crevice between his ass cheeks, teasing across his puckered little hole.

As my finger grazed across his puckered hole he grabbed my shoulders tightly, pushed his hips forward and yelled, “Oh god!”. I felt the hot ropes of his cum shooting into my mouth so I slowed myself down, sliding just the first few inches of his dick in and out of my mouth slowly, savoring the taste of his cum on my tongue.

“Oh god.” He said again as his orgasm washed over him and I held him in my mouth.

“Oh god,” He said in a whisper, a hint of shame, or fear, in his voice.

Before I knew what was happening, Luke pulled his dick out of my mouth, quickly pulled up his shorts. “I’m sorry.” he said as he turned and bolted for the door. “I’m sorry.” I heard him say again as he fled down the hallway. I was left there, crouched on my knees with the taste of his cum still in my mouth when I heard the front door open and close as he left my house.

Confusion settled over me for the first few hours after Luke had left so abruptly. Those old feelings of rejection, of self-worth, of not being good enough tried to surface but I squashed them straight away. There was no reason at all for me to feel rejected, my straight…if not bi-curious…neighbor had wanted to see what it was like with another man, he had freaked out and fled once he’d gotten his nut. It was nothing more than that. The only thing to consider now is how Luke would process it. Would he let his shame bring him to vilify me as some evil seducer who took advantage of him or something along those lines?

I had tossed the forgotten hardware in the drawer of the nightstand and went on about my day. A house doesn’t clean itself, after all.

The days of summer continued to pass as they had been. Luke still waved and offered a greeting whenever we crossed paths, even if he avoided eye contact and blushed more often than not, but at least he didn’t let his confusion lead him to going out of his way to avoid me.

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–Ari–

I fiddled nervously with the ends of my hair as I waited for Cameron Banks. I hadn’t seen him in about 8 years but I’d stalked him on Facebook recently, to see what I was getting myself into, and ahhh, dude, I really didn’t like the look of him. He was one of those guys who just… made me nervous. He could be Steven Adams’ brother- he has the height, and the muscle, and the rugged hair and beard… and he plays rugby on the weekends and works construction. He was gonna take one look at me and piss himself laughing, I could tell.

I’d tried to dress down, in a t-shirt and jeans, but I’ve been living in London being a slaggy model for the last six years- my wardrobe just doesn’t really do casual. For years all I wanted to say with my clothes is ‘Hi, I’m a flaming homosexual, now can you please rip my clothes off?’ Finding anything which conveyed ‘Hey man, I swear I’m not gonna hit on you’ turned out to be virtually impossible. I checked my phone. He was late. Really late. Maybe he’d decided it wasn’t worth picking me up after all.

Not that I’d blame him. The last time we spoke I was like 17, with all the arrogance and insecurity of a 17 year old kid, and he was like 20 and my brother Tui’s best friend. He barely tolerated me, although he did used to buy me booze. And now he had a job, and a life, and he’d been totally guilt tripped into looking after me.

I should have come home months ago, Mum and Dad even offered to pay. I thought everyone was overreacting. I thought I’d be just fine. I guess this is why I have a job where I don’t have to think much huh? I ended up paying for everything and coming home, my tail tucked between my legs. I’m broke, unemployed, nowhere to live, basically unskilled…

Thank god for Tui. I called him when I got set up in the isolation facility.

“Hey bro.” He said. “Got Covid yet?” I steeled myself.

“Funny story, Tu.” I said. “I really hope not because then I’ll have to deal with this shit food for another fucking two weeks.”

“Huh?”

“I’m ahhh. I’m in Wellington.”

“You’re what?!” He sounded delighted. “Did Mum and Da-“

“Don’t tell them.” I begged. “Look, just while I get a job… you don’t think I could…”

“Ari…” He sighed. “What went wrong this time?”

“Nothing! I mean… obviously work has kind of dried up… and it’s not like I can do anything over there trapped in my house…Look, I just didn’t want Mum and Dad to know they were right ok?”

“It’s their job to be right! They’re our parents!” He sighed. “Of course you can stay with me. We’ll get you set up. But we are telling Mum and Dad.”

I grumbled and we argued a bit, but we managed to work out an agreement eventually. Only he wasn’t in Wellington for a few weeks- he had a series of lectures he was meant to be presenting which started the day before I was due to be let out.

“But you remember Cam Banks? We live together. He can help you out for a bit.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!” He snorted.

“Well a, you do, and b, Cam’s easy. He can just pick you up and get you settled.” He sighed into the phone. “You’re an idiot. Lucky you have me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He was over half an hour late. I was already ordering an Uber when a dirty Rav4 came speeding around the corner. The car squealed to a halt as it approached and I tried not to flinch as I looked up from my phone and Cameron jumped out- in a wife beater and a plaid shirt. I was careful not to roll my eyes too hard. He peered at me.

“That you Ari?” I nodded, and tried to find my voice. Jesus, he was a giant. I’m tall. I mean I thought I was tall. Turns out I’m a midget. He grinned and grabbed my bags off me, with one massive hand as he opened the trunk with the other.

“Uh… Thanks…” I bit back the ‘be careful’ I was thinking. He grunted as he closed the boot. And then… very briefly… he checked me out.

There’s a way guys look at you when they’re interested and it’s just a little different to the way they look at you when they just think youre a lot to take in. I am a lot to take in, so people stare a bit. I’m just under 6 foot and I keep myself in great shape- no shit, I’m a model. I have really long hair, by anyone’s standards. The clean shaven long hair thing works for me. And, honestly, it gives guys something to pull on.

I guess I just got really lucky in the genes department. Dad’s Maori and Mum’s Chinese and Tui and I get asked a lot where we’re from. Exotic, my manager in London used to say. I suppose I should be offended by that.

Anyway. Point is, I’m used to people checking me out. But I really wasn’t expecting it from my older brother’s flatmate who just oozed machismo…

I’m not sure he knew he was doing it actually. Maybe my hair was just girly enough he didn’t really notice he was eye fucking me. He opened my door for me- like I was such a princess- and he thumped in beside me.

“So ah…” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and winced as his music switched on. He quickly slammed it off and glanced at me. “Sorry.” mecidiyeköy eskort He muttered. I shrugged. I opened my mouth to tell him I really didn’t mind but I felt a bit weird around him… my mouth was super dry and I swallowed. “Anyway.” He said. “First meal out of quarantine. On me. What do you want?”

“Oh…no…”

“Don’t be daft. What’ll it be? KFC? The lines went fucking crazy when we opened up. McDonalds? Something fancy? I’ll take you to Logan Brown.” He laughed. I shook my head.

“I don’t really do… that kind of stuff…” He rolled his eyes.

“I won’t tell.”

“The pimples on my face will.” Cameron sighed. I could practically read the thoughts in his head as he sat back. That I was a precious little fag who was no fun and he was stuck alone with me for almost four weeks. I swallowed my pride. “Is Rams still a thing?” I said casually. He grinned.

“Ah. The chilli oil dumplings.”

“Actually I was always into the duck fried noodles.” He swerved onto Cuba Street without indicating and rammed himself into a park. Shit he was a bad driver. No wonder the car was totally dinged up. He hopped out and whistled at me to follow him. Ew. I could really do without that.

I followed him up the street and to my delight Rams was still there, and virtually unchanged since I’d been there last- bar all the Covid tracer app codes. Cameron prompted me to sign in before we sat down.

“Bit precious?” I asked. He frowned at me.

“That attitude is exactly why you had to come back to New Zealand.” He said. “We take Covid seriously here.” I rolled my eyes a bit, but I signed in. He ordered for both of us. God he was so pushy. I wondered how Tui could stand to live with him.

“So what are you planning on doing?” He asked. “Got a job lined up?” The last thing I wanted to talk about. I shook my head and thought about my options.

Look. No ones gonna hire me for modelling work here. The industry is small and I know absolutely no one. Maybe in a year or so when I’ve made some friends but realistically I’m looking at…

“Someone, somewhere must want a dishie right?” I said quietly. I looked up and Cameron was frowning.

“Don’t you have your masters?”

“Bio specialising in ornithology?” He shrugged. “Not a lot of work out there.” I explained. “Especially when you’ve been fucking around in London for six years.” I muttered. Cameron shrugged.

“What was it you did there again?” Oh God. He was going to make me say it. Only I couldn’t say it.

“Bartending.” I squeaked out. He nodded.

“Yeah I guess that’s easy for travel.” I nodded, and I was relieved when the food arrived between us and we could stop talking for a bit.

“Loads of places looking for bartenders.” He said. “You can get your CV in order and you’ll find a job in no time.” He spoke with food in his mouth. It was fucking disgusting. I shrugged and played with my noodles, trying not to think about the pile of grease I was consuming. They were fucking good though. Exactly like I remembered. I shrugged non committedly and continued to eat in silence.

I felt better after the food. Cameron made me eat more than I wanted to, complaining that it was his shout and I was wasting food and money. I think it was the biggest heap of carbs I’ve eaten in years.

I felt great.

The music started blaring again as he started his car.

“Jesus, sorry.” He said. “Your poor eardrums.” I fiddled with a loose thread on my jeans.

“I don’t mind.” I said. “I like Morbid Angel.” He glanced at me with a grin. I glanced back. “Prefer Death though, if I’m honest.” He turned away and switched the stereo back on.

I ended up turning it all the way up and head banging with him as we drove round the bays.

“You play?” He yelled at me as he watched my air guitar.

“Bass!” I yelled back.

“Nice! Lead! We should jam sometime!”

“Yeah dude!” He pulled the horns at me and narrowly missed bowling into a Mini coming the other way. Jesus, the sooner I could get out of this car the better.

—-

He insisted on carrying my bags to the house which was nice but totally unnecessary. Lifting weights is basically my job. Was my job. And I was never one for that shitty chivalrous stuff in the first place.

I let him though. He was just being nice.

He led me to my brothers room and I winced a bit as he threw my bags on the bed unceremoniously.

“Tui said you can use his room until he gets back. Then it’s the couch I guess, till you find a place.”

“Thanks Cameron.”

“Cam.” He insisted. “Unless I’m in trouble or you’re my mother.”

“Sure.”

He paused in the doorway, considering something. He cleared his throat.

“The lads and I are going for a pint in an hour or so if you’re keen?” Something about his face said he really, really, didn’t want me to come for that pint. Yeah. Your mate’s faggy kid brother is probably a bit of a downer. I smiled.

“I’m exhausted. Might just have a shower istanbul eskort bayanlar and unwind if it’s all the same?” He nodded and relief flooded his face. Fine by me. I’d find my own crowd eventually. He nodded and rapped his knuckles on the wall as he left the room.

—

Cameron was gone by the time I got up in the morning, which made sense because he probably had to be on site at like 6.30am. I had slipped into some really bad habits over the last two weeks and slowly crawled out of bed around noon. I sighed as I looked around Tui’s room. Fuck. A few weeks, and then the couch, and that would get old real fast. God almighty I needed a job.

I typed up a CV.

Shit.

I was never gonna get a job.

I had nothing. I had a Masters which I had never used, and a modelling contract. I mean, I did volunteer work, I guess. Counting corncrakes and that kind of thing in the Orkneys. That’s not enough to guarantee an actual job in my field though, and I couldn’t afford to wait for someone to take pity on me. I just needed a fucking income.

I deleted the document and tried again. Fuck it, I’d just lie and say I did KP work in some restaurant in London. I could be KP somewhere. Yeah, it’s a shit job but honestly, what else could I offer?

I printed it off and went to trawl the streets. I applied for a few places. I flirted with one of the guys who took my CV hoping he could sweet talk the manager into giving me an interview, which totally worked because I got a call a few hours later inviting me to trial in a couple of days.

I signed up for a gym. Yeah, yeah. Real good use of money. Except it kind of is, because it makes me happy, and they have free wi-fi and a place to charge my phone-and if I do end up homeless I can always shower there. I could spend my money on worse things. I flirted with the guy there too- he was really insistent on getting me in for a free training session.

“Should give you my number.” He said. “Just in case.”

“Just in case.” I teased him. Whatever. Hooking up with a personal trainer wasn’t the worst I could do. He grinned and definitely lingered a little as he handed my phone back to me, his fingers grazing mine.

I went grocery shopping, I didn’t want to live out of Cameron’s pocket and I had a feeling he was going to be annoyingly accommodating. I think Tui had given him a ‘my baby bros just a fragile little lost lamb’ speech. Which he should know isn’t true.

I got the idea in my head to cook for him, to say thank you for everything. It’s so hot at the moment I just decided on something light and easy and bought ingredients for a slaw- which was good because that would do me all week. I put some chicken in a marinade when I got home and set the table with a bunch of flowers I’d idly picked and arranged as I walked home. I figured Cameron would be home about 8.30, assuming he finished work on site around 5, and then went to the pub for a bit, so I stripped down to some shorts and nothing else because it was way too hot to wear anything else.

I threw a singlet on before he got home, and looking in the mirror I decided to put in some long sweatpants as well. Anything less and I looked a little too much like… well. Like I was begging for it. It’s just the way I hold myself.

He burst into the home swearing and stumbling, and he paused as he looked at me. He wasn’t drunk, just a huge clumsy idiot. His eyes did that thing again, where he swept them over me hungrily. Huh. I wonder if he knew he did that. It could really send the wrong impression if he wasn’t careful. His glance fell on the table behind me.

“Place looks nice.” He said accusingly. Suddenly I felt tongue tied and stupid. What was I on, cooking dinner for him? He probably already had a chicken schnitty at the pub. And he probably really didn’t want to sit down with me for half an hour. He probably thought he’d already done his duty on that front.

“I… uh. I wanted to make dinner. To say thank you.” I mumbled. “For. Um. Letting me stay here.” I was playing with the ends of my hair nervously- it’s a bad habit- and not quite making eye contact. “But you probably already ate or whatever, sorry.” I tried to give him a get out of jail free card, but he didn’t take the bait.

“Ari, you doll.” He said. I raised an eyebrow at that, but his expression seemed genuinely grateful. Maybe he just talked like a nana. He pushed his hair off his face. “I’ll have a shower then.” He said, and marched off.

I felt myself turn red as he walked away and tried to relax.

He returned in a singlet and long shorts and I tried very hard not to look at his obscene pecs as I served up the salad. I almost took a seat when he glanced at me.

“Grab us a beer.” He said, gesturing to the fridge.

My head flew up but he clearly had no idea how rude that was. I retrieved it stiffly and opened it for him.

“Anything else, your highness?” I folded my arms. He looked up at me and started to turn red.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “Didn’t mean taksim escort bayan it like… sorry Ar.” I sat down opposite him, shrugging it off and silently wondering when he’d decided that Ari was too many syllables. I didn’t like Ar, I never had. I glanced up as he stood up and got me a beer as well. “I did mean for you too.” He said. “Although I’ll phrase it better next time.” He grinned and thumped down opposite me. He started shovelling food in his mouth and asking me about my day. His mother had really never told him not to speak with his mouth full huh?

“I have a trial on Thursday.” I said.

“Bar stuff?”

“KP.” He narrowed his eyes at me and I felt small under his gaze.

“KP.” He repeated incredulously. I nodded and kept eating. He paused in his demolition of the meal and watched me for a bit. I felt hot with his eyes on me. Eventually I sighed.

“Want a picture?” I glanced up and he blushed and started to laugh.

“You’re good with chopsticks.” He said. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone eat a salad with them before.” I shrugged. I would say it’s because we used chopsticks growing up, which is true, but it was also sort of something I picked up in London because it looked good. I almost always used them now. It made me seem… Exotic. I cleared my throat.

“Funny, you’re bad even with a knife and fork.” He laughed.

“Harsh but fair.” He said. “Guess we’re just built differently.” Well he could say that again.

——Cam—

“Don’t fuck him.”

It was Tui’s parting words before he left. I rolled my eyes.

“Dude, I’m not sleeping with your younger brother.” Tui narrowed his eyes.

“I know you, and unfortunately he’s just your fucking type.”

“I don’t have a type!”

“Exactly.” He said. “Ari is… look he’s in over his head, he always has been, ok? Just be gentle with him.” He grabbed his bags and headed out to his Uber. “And don’t fuck him!” He yelled, loud enough the neighbours could hear. Ms Johnstone peered over her fence.

“His little brother.” I kept her up to date. “He thinks I can’t control myself. As if I wanna sleep with that little annoying twerp.”

I knew he had to stay with us. I’m not a monster. I got it. But ugh. Ari was always so quiet and lame. And I’d been looking forward to some time alone. But this was Tui’s baby brother so I did my civic duty and picked him up. 4.30 at the Grand Mercure. Or was it 4? Whatever.

I almost drove right past him. He was standing, playing with his phone, looking bored out of his brain. His hair was long and slightly messy, thick and straight. His hair was something. But his face… his body… Holy hell.

No wonder Tui warned me. The Ari I’d last spoken too was about 5’3, skinny, gawky, geeky, obsessed with birds and fucking annoying if I’m honest- always trying to hang out with Tui and I when we didn’t want him.

This guy was…

Damn.

He glanced at me and seemed a little unnerved. Well, welcome to the club, buddy. I tried not to stare too hard at his sculpted abs that stood out under his grey t-shirt. Did he know his shirt did that? He bit his lips as I threw his bags in the back. He’d really grown into that face huh? Always thought his mouth was too large. Now he had the kind of lips you look at and just want wrapped around your dick. I’m sorry. I’m obscene. But you gotta understand. Ari was just a pretty boy, a big, tall, toned, dark eyed, fuck me up pretty boy.

And dammit if that wasn’t just my type.

Well, in my defence he’s probably everyone’s type. He’s hot. Just straight up hot.

Don’t fuck him. I reminded myself.

——

Ms Johnstone was doing her gardening when we arrived and she caught my eye. I looked at her and back to Ari.

“That’s him.” I mouthed.

“Oh no.” She shook her head and mouthed back.

“I am so fucked!” I mimed shooting myself and caught up with Ari as we waved goodbye.

I invited him out but I was so grateful when he didn’t say yes. I was really struggling. He seemed cool, which was a crying shame. If he’d been lame I probably could have gotten over him, but we sort of bonded in the car over metal and I knew he had a good sense of humour because he was Tui’s brother. So having him right there while I was getting drunk was a really bad idea.

“How’s babysitting?” Tama asked. I gulped down my beer.

“Tui’s worried I’ll fuck him.” I said.

“Fair.” Tama said. “You’ll fuck anything if it says yes.”

“Fair.”

“Is he gay?”

“Like a billion per cent.” I said. I thought about that. Actually, was he? I guess I assumed so because he was well groomed and I’d been warned, but I guess there was every chance he was just one of those guys who takes care of himself. I texted Tui as I thought about it. He called me two seconds later.

“What did I say about not fucking my brother?!” I laughed.

“Relax! It was genuine curiosity ok?”

“He’s straight.” Tui said. “But I know that doesn’t stop you.”

“Consent means a lot to me.”

“Ah-huh.” He sounded dubious. “How is he?”

“Seems fine to me.”

“He can be a bit… melancholy.”

“Quiet maybe, but he doesn’t seem sad.

“Good. Ok. Cam. Please don’t fuck him.”

“He’s straight and not my type. You have nothing to worry about.” I hung up and shrugged. “Tu says straight.” Tama sighed.

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“Goddamnit, not another one,” Steve grumbled, his phone vibrating on his desk. He’d been on the receiving end of a barrage of strange, harassing text messages for the past two days. They came at all hours, to the point where he’d had to silence his phone and put it face down in order to get some sleep the night before.

At first he thought it was just one of his friends messing with him. He’d written it off as a wrong number, but as the messages came in it was obvious the person clearly knew a lot about him. He didn’t think any of his friends were dedicated enough to keep the ruse up this long, and the tone of the messages was starting to make him doubt that it was one of the guys after all. The person sounded angry, and what began as simple taunts were turning into increasingly degrading commands. Steve had replied at first, but once the messages took a turn into demanding pics of him in compromising positions he’d been ignoring them.

He was starting to wonder if it was a jilted ex, or maybe a spurned hook up, but as far as he knew none of his breakups or one night stands had ended horribly enough to warrant something like this. He’d never ghosted or cheated on anyone, nor had he ever acted abusive in any way. Sure, there had been hurt feelings, but he didn’t do it on purpose. He couldn’t help it if more people fell for him than the other way around.

Steve had inherited his family’s looks, and ever since hitting puberty the handsome twenty four year old had people throwing themselves at him. His hearty, eastern European lineage had gifted the him with high, prominent cheekbones, full, pouty lips, a strong jaw, and a thick head of dark, wavy hair. Athletics had come naturally from an early age, and though he was no longer in school, constant rec league sports and a regimented workout routine ensured his 5’10” frame was covered in lean, ample muscle. Coupled with a long, thick cock and a solid, perky rear, it was no wonder the young stud had people hitting on him constantly.

“Last chance to do this the easy way,” the message read.

“Who the fuck is this?!” Steve replied.

“Is that a no?” The stranger asked.

“Go fuck yourself.” Steve dropped his phone in frustration as soon as he hit send. He didn’t have time for the person’s games. There was a presentation he needed to finish for that afternoon and he couldn’t afford to be distracted by whatever it was they were trying to do. If he nailed it, he was basically guaranteed a promotion.

He managed to forget about the stalker for the rest of the morning as he put the finishing touches on his project and his appearance. He made a pitstop on the way to the conference room to give himself a final once-over in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the tie that sat perfectly between the pecs straining against the tight button down and gave his firm bubble a quick flex. He’d mastered the art of wearing clothes just tight enough to show off his athletic body without coming across as desperate or unprofessional. Steve wasn’t above using his looks when he needed to, and he knew there would be more than a few people watching his ass just as much as his presentation. One older VP in particular, Paul, had been less than subtle while watching Steve change in the locker room at the company gym in the mornings. As soon as the young jock would step out of the shower, the middle-aged man’s eyes would be glued to him. Steve was well aware, but you’d never have known from the way he casually tossed his towel aside and lingered naked for the other man to see. He made it a point to go through his routine in nothing but his tiny red boxer briefs, standing at the counter fixing his hair and shaving with his stuffed bulge and tight bubble on display. He would never actually cross a line with another guy, but Steve was content to let them look if it meant a raise.

“Thank you all for coming,” he said as the last of the executives filed in and took their seats. He puffed his chest out and flexed his abs while he spoke, keeping his voice steady. He was nothing but confident running through the facts and figures. He’d worked on the presentation for weeks and knew it all by heart, and based on the impressed looks he saw around the room he figured his promotion was in the bag.

So when it hit, Steve was even more caught off guard. He’d just turned around to face the room again, pointing over his shoulder to a projected slide behind him, a smug grin on his face. “The projections for quarter three are particularly exceptional. They point to a forty percent growth over last yeeaaauuuuuuggggnnnn…”

His eyes went wide, time seeming to slow as he felt his body betraying him. Without warning his sculpted frame tensed, his cock rocketing to attention and spurting like a hose in rapid fire succession. He stared down at the obvious outline of his thick club snaking down his pant leg, a large damp spot spreading as his whimpering groan seemed to echo endlessly around the stunned, silent room.

The would-be executive paled as he looked at the table full of shocked faces that just watched mecidiyeköy escort him cum excessively in his pants. Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times before he could force out a hoarse whisper, the damp warmth spreading across his thigh. “I…uh…I’m sorry, excuse me,” he stammered, practically running from the room as the murmurs started.

He bolted for the nearest bathroom, darting into a stall and slamming the door behind him. “What the fuck…what the fuck…what the fuck…” Steve tore his pants open and stared, dumbfounded, at his sopping boxer briefs and softening snake. For the first time in his life he regretted the thick hose, the color rushing back to his face and then some as he thought about what he must have looked like orgasming in front of everyone. He wiped himself up as best as he could, but there was nothing he could do about the wet pants.

His stomach dropped when he felt the phone in his pocket start vibrating. The last thing he wanted to do at the moment was talk to anyone, especially if it could be his boss. He flushed a deeper shade of red when he thought how word of what happened was probably already spreading.

He took a deep breath and pulled the phone out. “That looked embarrassing,” the taunting message read. “But I gave you a chance.”

Steve cycled from humiliated, to surprised, to furious in the blink of an eye. He gripped his phone so tight the screen almost cracked. “So you work with me? Were you in the room?”

“That’s really your question? Not ‘how are you doing this’, or even ‘why are you doing this’?”

In his anger, it hadn’t even occurred to Steve that the stranger could have been responsible for his unexpected release. He didn’t know how it would have even been possible. “What? You’re saying YOU did that? Nice try.”

“Maybe this will convince you.”

As soon as he read the message, Steve felt a familiar pulse surge through him. “GGGuuuuuhhhh!” He still had his pants down from wiping himself up, which let his exposed cock rocket to attention and shotgun all over the side of the stall. The stunned young man just froze, his eyes darting between his thick, dripping cock and the phone in his hand.

“Convinced yet?”

“How are you doing this?” Steve whispered it into the microphone, his trembling hands making typing impossible.

“For the moment, all you need to know is that you’re my puppet. You do what I say, when I say, or cumming in front of people will be the least of your concerns. Are we clear?”

Steve’s mind raced, trying to think of some way out of his current predicament, but he still didn’t even know exactly what was happening, or how.

“I asked if we’re clear.”

“Yes,” Steve replied, hoping to buy time.

“Good! Clean up and get dressed. It’s up to you if you want to stay at work for the rest of the day.”

That was the last thing Steve wanted. Expecting another spontaneous eruption at any moment, the young jock slinked through the sea of cubicles, trying his best to avoid everyone as he made his way for the door. His face burned when he saw the coworkers who noticed him pointing and whispering already, his promising future with the firm spiraling down the drain. Even if he didn’t get fired, Steve had no idea how he’d ever show his face at the office again. He sent his boss a text about going to the doctor and ran for his car once he reached the parking deck.

“This can’t be happening,” he whispered to himself, slumping in his seat. “It’s just not possible. Even if someone drugged me it wouldn’t…”

He trailed off when his phone buzzed again. “Turning tail and running? Probably not a bad idea,” the message read. Steve could feel the smug satisfaction even through the phone. “There’s a package waiting for you at home.”

Steve’s only response was to let his phone drop to the passenger seat. He pulled out of the garage and began the trek back to his condo, wondering what he could have done to wind up in such a nightmarish scenario. His mind pored over every person he could have possibly wronged over the years, but none of the few enemies he had were capable of something like this. He still didn’t know how ANYONE was capable of this.

As the message promised, Steve saw a large box waiting for him by his front door when he pulled in the driveway. It was surprisingly light for its size, and the worried man knew nothing good would come of it. As soon as he was inside, the messages started up again.

“Good. You got the package. Now take your clothes off.”

Steve’s eyes darted around the room for some evidence of how he was being observed. “How are you watching me? Did you break in and hide cameras or something?”

“I’m not going to tell you again.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve quickly replied. He loosened his tie and undid his shirt, pulling it free to expose his ripped torso, but he hesitated at his pants. He’d just popped the button when the anger hit him again. “Actually, no. Fuck this. I don’t know how you pulled that shit at the istanbul escort bayanlar office, but I’m not going to play your games. How about I just go to the cops?”

“Do you think you’re my first? I’ve done this many, many times, Steve. Remember when I said the orgasm was the least of what I could do? Want to see how well resisting worked for the last young man?”

Steve actually laughed when the picture came through. It was of a fit, athletic young blonde who was looking over his shoulder to face the camera with terror in his eyes. He was naked, and Steve could only guess that the source of his fear was the man’s impossibly inflated lower half. From the waist up he was well built and leanly muscled, with broad shoulders and a tapering waist that weren’t all that different than Steve’s, but from the waist down he was a different story entirely. His ass was so large it looked like two watermelons had been strapped to his lower back, and each of his thighs was nearly as wide as his waist.

“Is a photoshopped picture supposed to scare me?” Moments after hitting send, Steve felt a strange tingling sensation wash over him. It spread from head to toe before centering in on his backside as a dull ache. His heart started racing as he stared at his reflection in the TV, desperately telling himself nothing had gotten any bigger.

“Keep watching.”

Steve only looked away long enough to read the message, and when he looked back it was just in time to actually see his perky bubble shift and expand. He could feel the tightness in his pants now as each cheek pressed outwards and his thighs widened ever so slightly. “No! Stop! I’m getting naked,” he frantically responded, stripping his pants off as if they were on fire. There was another focused tingling as he kicked them free, and Steve could feel a foreign shifting and bouncing that he hadn’t before.

The young jock felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach when he reached around behind and palmed his new globes, feeling his fingers bite into flesh that should have been rock solid. Looking at his reflection he saw they were nowhere near the monstrous cakes the man in the picture had, but they were significantly larger than his pert mounds had been just moments before. They weren’t excessive yet, though it wouldn’t take much.

“If you’re still not convinced, why don’t you take a look at Daniel?”

Steve didn’t laugh at the pictures that followed. The first showed a hulking wall of muscle with buzzed hair wearing nothing but a tank-top that left his meaty cock and powerful thighs entirely exposed. He wore a defiant glare on his wolfish features that seemed to dare the viewer. The next picture showed the same wall of muscle, but he was noticeably less hulking. The tank-top rode lower, stopping just at the base of a smaller looking package, and the man’s expression was less angry and more surprised. The third picture showed a man who was built, but nowhere near the muscled meathead in the first two. The tank-top now hung loose on his torso and rode low enough to cover everything but his dangling tip, his face looking terrified as his features seemed to soften. The fourth picture showed a lean man with some slight definition swimming in a baggy tank-top that fit him like a gown, his wide-eyed expression showing off his increasingly button nose and pouty lips. The fifth and final picture was of a small, lithe man, the tank-top barely hanging on as it slipped over one slender shoulder and showed off his soft, featureless chest. The man’s rugged face had become androgynous, with big, doe eyes that sparkled with fear.

“I’m convinced! I’m convinced!” Steve yelled into the microphone as the tingling settled over his body again. He braced himself for the worst, but it stopped without leaving any further changes that he could see.

“Good. Now open your package.”

Steve didn’t know what he was expecting when he sliced through the tape and peeled back the flaps of the cardboard box, but it certainly wasn’t the bright wads of fabric he found inside. He pulled out a neon purple thong, his naked body going red with embarrassment at the thought of putting it on. “What is this?”

“The start of your new wardrobe. Put it on.”

Steve couldn’t believe he was going through with it as he slid the small underwear up his solid thighs. He winced when the string slipped between his inflated cheeks and he looked down to see just how ill-fitting the unwanted garment actually was. It wasn’t just revealing, it was too small, leaving the base of his cock on display and his heavy balls spilling out the sides. “It doesn’t fit…”

“It fits perfectly. Why don’t you show everyone? Take a video of yourself twerking in it and post it on your page. Make it convincing.”

Steve froze. He looked down at his barely covered body and thought about all the old college friends, exes, coworkers and family members who would see the video of him shaking his barely covered junk and bare, enlarged bottom. “Look, there’s gotta be something else I can…” escort before Steve even finished typing, he felt the tingling at his rear again. It was stronger this time, and images of himself with a set of watermelon sized cheeks flashed before his eyes. “Fuck! Fine! Okay!” he yelled to the empty room.

He scampered over to the table and set his phone up, gradually backing away and flexing his washboard abs in frame. He did a slow turn, letting everyone get a good look at his curvy new profile with his trim, tapering waist, meatier bubble and barely contained bulge, before getting to work. He folded his sculpted arms behind his head and started popping his hips, grateful that the camera couldn’t see the horrified expression on his face. It wasn’t just his actions; the way he could feel his fleshy bottom shaking and jiggling told him the last round of growth hadn’t just been a warning. The vigorous shaking caused his girthy package to flop free and he hoped the phone wouldn’t pick up the sound of it slapping around.

He tucked himself away after a few torturous minutes and tried to steel himself for what he had to do. As humiliating as filming the video had been, the hard part was actually posting it. He wrestled with whether or not he should put a caption on it to make it seem like he’d lost a bet or it was all a dare, but decided not to risk it. He took a deep breath and hit post, surprised that after cumming in front of everyone at the office he could still experience something more embarrassing.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” When Steve didn’t respond, the stranger sent another picture of the shrunken Daniel, this time naked on his knees in front of someone with the kind of body he used to have. “I asked you a question.”

“It was awful!”

“Look at the bright side. You’re going to find out who your interesting friends are.”

Steve resisted the urge to throw his phone across the room. “What now?”

“Right to the point, then. First, throw away all your old underwear. All of it. From now on you only wear what I tell you to. If I don’t tell you, you ask permission. More will come, but we’ll start there.”

Steve grabbed the box and dumped it on the floor to see what else it held, horrified to find a pile of small thongs like the one he wore, a few garish jockstraps, and a smattering of revealing bikini briefs that were actually modest compared to the rest. There were a few pairs of what looked to be small gym shorts and a couple tank-tops present, but nothing else. It was all a far cry from his usual boxers or boxer briefs and he dreaded the thought of parading around in any of it.

But he knew he didn’t have much say at the moment. He grabbed a garbage bag and got to work, raiding his hamper and dresser until the only underwear left were the bright, skimpy wads of fabric on his floor. He tossed the bag by his back door, feeling surprisingly violated, and found a message waiting for him on his phone.

“Take it out to the trash. Don’t put anything else on.”

Steve’s heart started racing as he opened the door. He knew there likely wouldn’t be many neighbors out to see him at the moment, but the thought that there could even be one was bad enough. The irony that he’d just been thinking about how he had no problem parading around naked on purpose to manipulate someone wasn’t lost on him. But that was different, he told himself. He’d been in control then. Now, he was anything but.

He hurried out to the trash can, blushing as he felt his inflated cheeks bounce more than was normal from his quick steps, and the warm air on the exposed bits of his package. The older gentleman who lived in the condo next door was out in his yard and gave him a look like he’d been slapped in the face when he saw the naked young jock, but Steve just nodded and waved with a forced smile. He was mortified, but he knew it was a feeling he should get used to considering the video he’d just posted for his five hundred plus friends online.

“Now put the shorts and a tank-top on and go to the gym at this address. When you get there, ask for Mack and do whatever he says. I’ll know if you don’t.”

Much to his embarrassment, Steve discovered that things actually could keep getting worse. The shorts were a thin, white nylon that stretched like a second skin around his meaty rear and widened thighs, stopping only a third of the way down his hairy legs. Not only did they make his boxer briefs look big, they were nearly see through, doing nothing to conceal the bright purple thong or his tanned, olive skin underneath. The tank-top was no help as it stopped just above his navel, giving everyone a view of the dark, hairy trail leading to his prominent bulge a few inches south.

Steve tried to avoid his reflection as he walked out to his car, feeling like he was dressed more for a street corner than a gym. His brain was still trying to wrap itself around how any of this was possible. The fact that he had direct orders to follow, regardless of how humiliating, was the only thing keeping the shock at bay. He pushed the thoughts down whenever he started to think about how his body had been altered against his will. He knew if he went down that road he’d end up a panicked, useless mess and he couldn’t afford that right now. It was hard enough to ignore the flood of messages he was already getting in response to his video.

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After Caleb left David and I went to the hot tub to sit and talk. We decided to stay a few more days. As we talked David was receiving a text. He looked at his phone, showed me a picture and read the text to me. “I hope you’re having a good time and still in the area. I loved meeting you the other day on your way into town. I’d love to get together.”

David said his name was Jeremiah Thomas, but his friends called him JT and he lived right on the other side of town. David went on to say he thought we’d have a really good time, JT was a really sexy guy. I told David it was fine with me, send him the address. He did and told him I was there too, and he got a reply almost immediately. JT said, “I get off in an hour. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Do I need to bring anything?”

David replied, “We got food and drink, just get your ass here ASAP.”

In about 30 minutes David got a text from JT saying he got off early and went home to pick up a few things, he’d be at the cabin in 15 minutes. JT rolled up shortly in one of those UTV things. David answered the door, greeting JT with a big hug, who had a bottle of wine in hand. David led JT in and introduced he and I.

JT asked if we had a place he could change, and David pointed toward the bedroom. JT said he had a few clothes in his backpack and if he needed more he was close to home, but he liked the nudist lifestyle. He put on board shorts and JT went to the kitchen and started looking for glasses. He found 3 and poured us all a glass of wine.

David looked toward the hot tub and went out the door with us behind. David and I had a boxer brief style swim short. David climbed in, then helped JT and me in next. David sat down beside JT and me across. We started talking to JT finding out about him. JT said he was raised in the area and his parents had done well and he had done better.

We told JT we were both highway patrol and worked together. JT was sitting really close to David and had his hand on his knee. JT had emptied his glass and said he going to get another. David gave JT his glass. JT said he was 35, 6′, 180, single and available. He had his hair in the newer style, long trimmed beard, short sides and messy top.

We told JT we too were single and available to play. JT smiled wide, he had drunk all his wine, so I took a drink of mine and handed the rest to him. David looked at JT and I and said, “I want a beer. I’ll get us both one Clayton.”

After David left JT invited me over to sit beside him. He turned facing me telling me he thought we could really get along well, and he didn’t usually do things like this. David returned and slid into the tub on the other side of JT. He had a hand on each of our knees and was saying he’d never met any highway patrol.

He moved his hands and started feeling our arms asking how we maintained our bodies so well. I told him ours come from a lot of time in the gym. JT dropped his hands in mine and David’s lap saying when he saw David walk in the door he was stunned and couldn’t get him off his mind. He said I was hot as hell also.

David and I turned a bit placing our arms on the back of the tub behind JT and using our free hand we reached for his nips twisting them and pulling. JT laid his head back letting us do what we wanted. JT said I am open to all except blood and scat. I leaned down and kissed JT letting him suck my tongue and drug it to his ear as David took my place on his mouth, letting JT suck his tongue.

I handed JT his wine glass and watched him drain the glass. I dropped my arm on his shoulder and told him we needed to retire to the bed. I started getting out, JT followed and then David. JT grabbed a big towel and dried me off, kneeling in front of me to get my legs and feet. He turned to David and did the same, starting with his legs and feet then working on his top.

I took the towel from JT and started on his back, telling him to turn and getting his front and hair. I knelt and told him to slide his shorts off his hips and I grabbed them and pulled them down and off. I dried below his waist front and back.

David turned him facing him and told him to remove his boxer briefs. JT slid them down getting slapped by David’s long fat cock when it cleared his briefs and JT let out a gasp, then lifting David’s feet to remove them. David pulled JT up, turned him facing me and said, “Remove Clayton’s now JT.”

JT just as David told him, grabbing the waist and pulling them down, letting my cock slap under his chin also. I heard JT gasp again. JT got to his feet, David stepped up to his back, turned him around and threw him over his shoulder and headed inside. David went to the edge of the bed, turned around started pulling JT over his shoulder as he lay down on his back on the bed and let JT’s face land at his cock.

JT took David’s cockhead in his mouth running his tongue around it. JT removed David’s cockhead and said, “I am going to rock your worlds.”

JT went back to David’s cock escort beylikdüzü and started taking it in his mouth. He slowly went all the way down on it, never stopping or slowing until he had his lips around the base of David’s cock. JT pulled off and motioned me to stand in front of him. JT took my cock in his mouth as David took a handful of hair and pulled his head back. JT pulled me forward till he had taken my big fat black cock all the way down also.

JT pushed me off and said, “Never did have a gag reflex, it had served me well.”

David replied, “That’s nice to know, get down on my big black cock now.”

He went back to David’s cock repeating the previous performance and came for mine. I patted his head and said, “David always could find the best cocksuckers! He has successfully found another.”

He took my cock in his mouth and slid slowly down, tightening his lips when he got to the base of my big fat black cock. I rested my hand on his head, patting it and groaning as he worked my cock in his throat. JT pulled off mine and went back to David’s cock inhaling it as David moaned and rubbed the cheeks of his ass.

David told JT, “I am fixing to cum JT, take it!”

JT stayed down with David’s cock buried in his mouth as he started to cum. JT swallowed it all, cleaning off the rest as he pulled off David’s cock and came back to mine. JT sat on the foot of the bed between David’s knees and leaned over to take my cock in his mouth. JT took my fat length, up and down, tip to root over and over.

I placed my hand on his head and told him I was ready to cum too. JT moaned as I started cumming. He took it and started pulling off my cock sucking it clean he as came up. He finally licked his lips and completed taking all our cum in his belly. JT said, “Have you guys ever skinny dipped, I know a great place and its plenty private. It’s not very far from here and we can take the UTV.”

We all got dressed in shorts, t shirts and shoes. We found a cooler to take along. We headed out with David driving, JT riding middle and me in the front passenger seat. We stopped at the first store and JT hopped out and went inside, he came back with beer and ice which he placed in the cooler. He gave David directions as we rode, he was talking about himself and how he was raised.

We went from paved roads to gravel and then to dirt ruts as got further and further away from town and finally got to a cattle path. We rode along with JT giving directions. We finally got to a small spring fed pond. JT hopped out grabbing the cooler and he told me to get the bag which had some snacks in it.

JT started stripping off his clothes as soon as he set the cooler down. He dove in as we walked up. David and I were standing there waiting when he came up. JT said, “Strip down, nobody ever comes here, I promise. Strip Now!”

We both started stripped and walked into the water and went under. We came up in front of JT beside each other. He went to David first floating in the water, wrapping his legs around him and kissed him hard as David took a cheek in each hand and squeezed them. After a few minutes JT lowered his feet and dismounted from David and mounted me in the same fashion. I placed hands on JT’s ass and stroked his crack top to bottom and applied pressure every time I passed over his hole.

David stepped in behind JT and reached around to his nipples and worked them hard. JT was moaning and sucking my tongue. David took a finger and slipped it into JT’s ass. JT laid his head on my shoulder and sucked my neck as David worked another finger in his ass and finally a third. David was slowly working his hole, loosening it up.

I moved my mouth to his telling him to work his ass on David’s fingers. JT pried himself off me and started for the bank. He grabbed a blanket and spread it out. He sat with us on either side. JT got on his knees leaning over, ass in the air, with his face in David’s groin. I started working his ass with my fingers kissing on his ass cheeks.

JT was putting his deepthroat skills to use, taking all 10 inches of David’s fat black cock. I told JT I wanted that sweet ass. He reached for his bag and handed me the lube. I placed a good bit of lube at his hole and on my cockhead and slid all the way in. I was working his shoulders telling him to work that sweet ass.

He was working his ass like a hand, contracting and relaxing the muscles. I told David to slap JT’s ass, that really JT going. He was groaning and moaning loud as David fucked his throat and I fucked his ass. I held JT’s hips and told him I was fixing to cum and David said he same. I started really hitting his tight hole as David met my thrust from the other end.

JT was moaning on David’s cock when David and I started to cum. David shot most of his cum down JT’s throat then pulled out and painted his face with the rest. David pushed JT down and moved over his back toward me and really went to town slapping gürpınar escort JT’s ass. JT was screaming in pleasure now.

I was fucking his ass and started to cum as he yelled when I started. I filled his ass until my cum started running out of his ass down his legs. David moved off JT and lifted his hands from the ground and pulled him in the water. I followed them in as JT started submerging himself washing off mine and David’s cum. JT was facing David and I telling us how glad he was that he saw David that day at the store.

After rinsing off we headed for the bank and laid down to rest and relax. Me and David lay down and JT laid on top of us. We eventually dozed off. After waking David looked at JT and said, “It’s my turn for some of that sweet ass there.”

JT looked at him and said, “Yes sir. This sweet ass is ready for some more big black cock.”

JT moved over David, took it in his hand getting it hard and positioned his ass at David’s cock. He placed the head at his asshole and started pushing it in. JT was going slowly down, never stopping until he had whole 10 fat black inches in his ass completely. I stood with my feet on either side of David and stepped to JT letting him take my balls in his mouth.

JT was rolling them around, sucking, licking and groaning. JT pulled off my nuts and took just my cock head in his mouth licking and sucking it and started taking my cock into his mouth and down his throat. JT took it completely all the way down. He held there on my cock as David fucked his ass then started deep throating my cock when David fucked his hole.

JT took my nuts in his hand using them to keep me in his mouth. David said, “I am fixing to cum again JT.”

David reached out and held JT down as he fucked his ass. I started fucking JT’s mouth as David started to cum and fill JT’s ass. JT was groaning on my cock, using his throat muscles to massage my cock, milking the cum out of my balls. I fucked his throat hard and deep as he took it all, swallowing my cum. JT pulled off my cock and lay on David. David pulled him tight rolling over as I lay beside them. JT lay back, David and I lay on our sides facing him.

I worked one nipple as David worked the other while we dragged our fingertips up and down his abdomen, chest, throat and over his chin to his mouth. We both put a leg over him as we worked on him. JT said, “I have really loved getting fucked your big black cocks. When David walked in the store I hoped like hell we could get together. I am one lucky guy.”

David and I both leaned in to work on his neck, licking sucking and nuzzling as he moaned loving every minute. JT’s stomach started growling, it had been a while since we ate. I looked at JT and told him I was surprised his belly was empty with all the cum he had taken. David and JT laughed. I looked at both of them and said, “I haven’t really thought about it, but I am kinda hungry too.”

JT said, “I can take care of that, let me get my phone and I’ll make an order for us. Is anything off limits?”

We both said no, anything was good with us. JT texted an order in and then joined David and I in the water. We let JT clean us and then we cleaned him, holding him under the water, leaning his face and hair. After cleaning ourselves of sweat and cum, we dried off, loaded up, and headed for town. It was dark now, JT rode the middle, I drove, and David rode the front passenger seat.

We rode and talked. JT told us more about him. He placed a hand in each of our laps and was working our cocks. He eventually put his hands in our shorts and continued working our cocks and balls. He was raving about how heavy they were and the pleasure that he was getting from them. I am glad it was dark and kind of an isolated area.

As we got back into town he couldn’t be as blatant, but he was still working them through our shorts. We pulled up beside the store where JT instructed, it was a darker area where we could wait. He came out shortly with Fried Chicken, Corn on the Cob and Mashed Potatoes which he sat in the back floor board. We got to the cabin and pulled the UTV in the garage.

We grabbed the food from the back seat and went in where JT and David started warming it. We sat and ate, and it was so good. David and I were raving about how good it was, JT said it was his mom’s recipe. We ate till we were full. I started up to get napkins and JT said he’d take care of that. He sucked our fingers and licked and cleaned our faces till they were clean and grease free.

David said, “I think I need a soak in the hot tub. This has been a hell of a day, JT is insatiable.”

JT looked at up, “I think you are right, my muscles are really sore.”

He followed David out with me right behind them losing our clothes along the way. We climbed in and sat beside each other. JT looked at and as he dropped his hands said, “I’ve had supper and now I am ready for desert.”

David and I akbatı escort sat on each side of a corner and let JT get to work getting his desert. He started on David’s balls. He took 1 at a time in his mouth sucking and licking then took both rolling them around. He pulled off David and came to me, doing the same thing. Next, he took my cockhead in his mouth licking with tongue and sucking the precum.

He next went to David doing the same thing. JT pulled off saying he loved our precum, it was so good, different but good. JT then took David’s cock all the way into his throat. JT sucked his cock down over and over. Then he came to mine, going all the way down, tightening his lips around the root of my cock. David reached out and rubbed JT’s saying, “I am so glad we met at the store. You are really really good at sucking a big black cock and taking them in your ass. You are great.”

JT was moaning as David was talking. JT pulled off and said, “I want you both to come in my ass one at a time. I want my ass filled with your cum.”

David sat down took JT’s hips in his hands facing him away and let JT guide his cock to his ass. I stood at David’s feet and pulled JT’s mouth to my balls letting him take them both. David was fucking JT’s ass using JT’s hips for leverage. I reached down and grabbed JT’s nipples as he was loving my balls. David was really starting to fuck his ass now, in and out, fast and slow, rotating JT’s asshole on his cock.

David said, “I am fixing to cum slut, are you ready?”

JT shook his yes and tried to talk with his mouthful of my nuts. David started fucking his ass hard and fast and his cum started flowing as he told JT how sweet his tight ass was. When David was done he patted JT’s head and told him it was time to change places. JT let my nuts come from his mouth and I climbed out.

I looked at JT and said, “I want to fuck that sweet ass here on the lounge.”

JT lay back on the lounge with his ass hanging off the foot end, David placed a foot on either side facing me, he knelt as I knelt between JT’s legs. David lowered himself, so JT could take his balls in his mouth, I moved up to JT’s hole and placed my cockhead at his ass, pushing and watching it open for my cockhead. I pushed JT’s legs back letting David take them in his hands, rolling JT’s hips back giving me complete and free access.

I started pushing my cock into his ass as he moaned, going balls deep, filling his ass. JT groaned deep with David’s ass on his face and his mouth full of David’s balls. David said, “JT, your man pussy looks so hot being spread wide by Clayton’s fat cock. It is surprising you have been able to handle our big black cocks like you have. Groan on my balls JT, make me feel it.”

I was starting to feel the cum building, I told JT I was fixing to fill his sweet ass again and he groaned. I started fucking his hole hard and fast, fucking as I came and shot my load deep. When my cock started to soften I pulled out and asked them if they wanted a beer. I headed to the kitchen to get us one and when I got back David had JT on his knees with his cock in his throat.

When they saw me coming David pulled out and took his place at JT’s hole. I handed them their beers and slid down in front of JT against the lounge back rest. He all drank some beer, JT sat his down and I pulled his mouth down to my cock and balls. JT started sucking my balls, one at a time, rolling, sucking, licking and savoring them.

He took both is his mouth as I asked him if he was ready for David’s cock. He shook his head yes as David pushed in and started the slide, pushing his long fat black cock into that ass. As David was fucking his ass I pulled my balls from his mouth and told him to get a drink of beer and suck my dick. JT took a mouthful of beer and held his lips tight.

He started taking my cock, holding in the beer and letting me enter. When I got to the back of his mouth I told him to swallow, he did, and I pushed his head all the way to the root of my cock forcing it deep into his throat. David was pounding into his ass telling JT he was fixing to cum. JT stayed on my cock as David fucked his ass hard, in and out, round, then fast and slow.

David started to cum, mixing his cum with mine as I let JT work his throat on my cock. JT was swallowing and massaging my cockhead with his throat muscles. I sat back and let JT work my big black cock. I said, “JT you are getting better and better. You are definitely a boy with skills. I got another load coming for you. Keep it up!”

JT worked my cock. I took his head in my hands to encourage him. I told him to pay attention and when my cock started spitting he was to go deep and stay. He did as told, not losing a drop as I came hard, feeding him another load. He continued sucking as my cock softened cleaning root to head, swallowing all. David pulled out and stroked JT’s back saying, “JT, I am so glad we met. We’ve had a blast and I think you have too.”

David pulled JT up and was kissing his neck as I leaned up and worked his nipples. I got up and headed for the bathroom to get some soap, rags, and towels. When I got back I said let’s clean up. We all got in the outdoor shower and cleaned each other up. JT washed us then we washed him, then drying off. We headed to bed, bushed from the day’s activities.

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“Alicia?!”

I hear the unforgettable voice of my best high school friend calling my name from across the room. I quickly find her sitting at a table in the corner of the restaurant as she wildly waves her arms in the air. Her looks haven’t changed much at all over the years. She still has her athletic figure; her hair is still the same dirty blonde color I remembered it being but she now wears it shoulder length instead of long. Her bright blue eyes and joyous smile appear to be full of happiness.

“Allison!” I squeal as I hurry my way over to her.

Due to her attending an out-of-state university right after high school and meeting a controlling, emotionally abusive man during that time whom she eventually married, she and I lost touch but not because either of us wanted to. We were able to stay close until just before her junior year at the university and then it all went downhill after she married Dan. I used to visit her a few times throughout the school year and she would always come home during holiday breaks but that eventually came to an end. Dan was a charming, good-looking guy at first and I could see right away why Allison had fallen for him. It was almost like a switch had been flipped on their wedding day that turned him into a possessive, controlling asshole. She and I lost contact shortly after they both said, “I do.”

Two weeks ago she found me online through social media. I learned that she had finally divorced Dan and moved back to our hometown. After high school, I attended a local community college but never left. She and I couldn’t wait to get together to catch up on everything that has happened over the past seven years.

She quickly jumps to her feet and gives me a huge hug as soon as I approach her. When she pulls away, I see tears have welled in her eyes and she looks like she has just won a $1 million dollar jackpot.

“I am so happy to see you!” She wails as she wipes the fallen tears from her cheeks. “I can’t believe that I gave up my entire life for that asshole and after all of that I realized that he was just a pathetic, insecure coward who needed someone to bully in order to feel better about himself.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Just be thankful you were able to walk away and start over,” I say as we sit down in our chairs. The server approaches us and we order a couple of drinks.

“So, tell me all about what you have been doing all these years,” she wonders.

“Well, all throughout college I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do but I eventually got a science degree just to say I accomplished something. I met my husband, Brent, about a year after you and I lost contact. We dated for a couple of years before we decided to get married. No kids for us, though.”

“Sounds wonderful, I’m happy to hear you found someone who treats you well. I may have wasted seven years of my life that I will never get back but I hope to start back up where I left off with everyone. I just hope no one hates me and thinks I walked away from them on purpose,” she says as she looks nervously down at her hands.

“No one ever thought that of you,” I reassure her as I reach out and grab one of her hands. She raises her eyes to mine, squeezes my hand, and smiles.

“Thank you,” she whispers just as the server brings us our drinks.

We spend over an hour reliving old memories; laughing, crying, reminiscing. It feels like our friendship hasn’t skipped a single day even though my heart was broken for many years. I feel the hurt and shame emanating from her, though. She has expressed how stupid she has felt and she can’t fathom how she not only fell for his charm but he persuaded her to stay for so long. She has felt completely alone for far too long.

“Why don’t you come over some night for supper?” I ask. “I’d like to introduce you to Brent.”

“I’d really like that,” she says with a warm smile.

We part ways and I can’t wait to hurry home and set a date for her to come to the house. I have mentioned her here and there over the years to Brent and I know the two of them will get along just fine. I’m so glad that he will finally be able to meet her. She and I were like sisters; known as “the two Ally’s” since we had the same nickname growing up.

Within a week, I find myself busy in my kitchen putting together a simple meal as I’m anxiously awaiting Allison’s arrival. Brent is outside manning the grill and I’m mixing a salad. The doorbell rings and I excitedly welcome her in.

“Here, I brought this even though you said not to worry about it,” Allison says as she pushes a bottle of wine towards me acting as though I’ll reject it because I told her she didn’t have to bring anything.

“This’ll definitely be a nice touch to dinner, for sure,” I say as I lead her inside. She looks around the large open foyer and avcılar escort bayan takes in her surroundings.

“You have a beautiful home,” she says with awe as she studies the intricately detailed staircase.

“Thanks; it’s one of the perks of marrying a carpenter. We did most of the work ourselves,” I say with pride. I place the bottle on the kitchen island and gather a few glasses from our wine rack. I hand her a full glass and fill one for myself. She and I both take a drink the same time Bent walks through the patio door. I can see her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight of him and I smile to myself. Being a carpenter has its perks when it comes to creating a strikingly sexy body on my husband. He’s fit and muscular without having to spend hours in a gym. The shorts and tight t-shirt he’s wearing don’t hide much of his physique beneath. His calves are strong and his chest flexes beneath the straining fabric.

“So, you must be the famous Allison I have been hearing so much about,” he says as he approaches her. “I’m Brent.” He smiles and holds his hand out to her. She reaches out for it but, surprisingly to her, he pulls her hand to his lips and gives it a light kiss on her knuckles. She instantly blushes and looks like she wants to melt into a puddle. I giggle at her reaction.

“Wow!” she says as she pulls her hand back, places it high on her chest, and smiles. He returns her smile which shows his deep dimples.

“The steaks are almost done,” he says to me. “I’ll be bringing them in here in a few minutes.”

“Here, Ally brought us a little something to add to dinner,” I say as I hand him his glass of wine. He takes a drink, savors the taste, and thanks her for it before walking back out to the grill.

“Oh my God!” She sighs as soon as the door closes. “You’ve got not only a looker for a hubby but a complete gentleman thrown into the package.” Yes, I can’t help but agree with her. He’s tall with dark, shaggy hair and ice blue eyes.

“Yeah, he’s something special alright,” I say with a hint of sarcasm. “But, he’s correct; I have been filling him in on old memories ever since you and I started talking again.”

“You haven’t told him about…you know,” she wonders with intense curiosity.

“No,” I say just as he walks through the doors with a plate full of steaks.

“Those look delicious!” She lights up when she sees the masterpiece he has created with his grilling skills. “Please tell me you cook, clean, and find time to satisfy the wife all outside of your busy work schedule, too,” she jokes.

“You bet I do,” he says. I gasp with disbelief as he leans in and gives me a deep kiss in front of her. “Ok, ok…she does do the laundry once in a while. Right, babe?” He winks at me.

“You asshole,” I whisper loud enough for both of them to hear and they both break out into laughter.

Dinner is filled with lots of questions and catching up. The two of them seem to hit it off just as I had hoped. I really wanted them to get along so she and I could patch up our lost friendship without any conflict like she had to deal with. He never really has had a problem with any of my friends, though. I am very grateful for that. Jealousy is something that Brent and I have never had an issue with. While he’s very attractive and many women admire him, I trust him and have never had a reason to worry whether or not he would stray. He and I have the type of marriage where we jokingly insult one another, we tease each other, and we don’t take everything so serious all the time. We have a lot of fun and keep the fire alive with lots of flirting and being naughty with each other.

Two hours pass before any of us realize it. Sadly, she has to cut her visit shorter than any of us would like. She has an important appointment really early in the morning that she can’t be late for.

“We are certainly going to have to make a habit of this. I’ve had a great time having you here,” I say to her as I walk her to the door.

“I agree. I’ve missed you,” she says as we embrace in a hug. It’s been far too long since I’ve had her in my arms. It feels good to have her back in my life.

“I’d come over and say goodbye,” Brent hollers from the kitchen, “but, being the little house bitch that I am, I have chores to do.” He glances around the corner to see our reaction.

“You’ll be compensated later for all your hard work,” I yell back over my shoulder. The three of us laugh as she waves in his direction.

“Bye, Brent. It was very nice to meet you,” she says and he returns her wave.

As soon as the door closes, I make my way to the kitchen to help clean up. The one thing I like about cooking on the grill is that it cuts down on the mess. I make my way to the sink and start filling it with hot water. Brent is sitting down at the table taking a break.

“You’ve been a feisty little firecracker tonight,” I say with a grin over my shoulder at him.

“I couldn’t help it; she’s hot!” He glees. I roll my yeşilköy escort eyes at him and tend to the dishes I’m washing. “I’m sorry, babe. Did that make you jealous?” He asks as he makes his way over to me. He stands behind me and brings his hands around my midsection.

“You know me better than that,” I say as I lean my head back against him. He places a kiss on my neck. “I’m not jealous of her at all.”

“So you wouldn’t be upset if I told you that I had naughty thoughts of her once or twice during dinner?”

I giggle and shake my head. “No. I don’t want to make you jealous but…” I begin to say as I turn around in his arms and whisper in his ear, “her pussy tastes amazing.”

“What??” He says as he seems taken aback. His eyes widen and he raises an eyebrow at me.

“You heard me,” I say with my lips nearly pressed against his.

“Well, well, well; it appears my wife has been keeping a naughty little secret from me, now doesn’t it?” He runs the tip of his tongue along my lips. I part mine and let his wandering tongue inside.

“Where would the fun be in our marriage if I didn’t save a random kinky detail about myself here and there? I need to keep you interested over the years.” He leans slightly away from me with his eyes squinted.

“I don’t believe you. Prove it; let me watch the two of you go at it,” he says with excitement.

“Yeah right; she probably isn’t into that anymore. That was a long time ago and she’s the only woman I’ve ever been with.” She and I didn’t become sexually interested in one another until after she left for the university. I think that move made something click in us that caused us to realize how close we really were to each other. So, when Dan came into the picture, I not only lost my best friend but my lover as well.

“Well, that sucks. I was really hoping to finally watch you eat another woman’s pussy,” he grins.

“You mean you want me to relive the times I’ve buried my face between her legs and came up with my lips and chin sopping wet after I’d made her scream?”

He lets out a loud gasp and his mouth falls open. “You’re such a tease.”

“I need to finish these dishes so I can go take a shower and get ready for bed,” I say as I turn back around to face the sink. I don’t think he really believes me; he probably thinks I’m making everything up just to get a rise out of him.

When I get out of the shower, Brent is already in bed. He’s sitting on top of the covers with just a pair of flannel pajama pants on while reading a book. I walk into the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around me. My hair is wet and hanging around my face. I sit on my side of the bed and grab the bottle of lotion from my nightstand. I rub some on my arms but when I reach to rub my shoulder and look behind me, I notice him staring at me over the rim of his reading glasses.

“What?” I ask. He has a look on his face that tells me he’s studying me.

“Were you serious earlier?”

“Yes, I was,” I say as I finish rubbing my lotion into my skin. He places his book on his nightstand and takes his glasses off. I feel the mattress move as he crawls over to me. He kneels behind me, reaches over to fetch the bottle, and pulls the towel free from around me. It falls onto the bed and he squeezes some lotion into his hand. He begins to rub my shoulders and back.

“Will you tell me about the first time you two slept together?”

“What do you want to know?” I ask.

“Everything you can remember.”

“She and I were sitting in her dorm room sometime during freshman year. Her roommate had left for the night. I can’t remember where she went but we knew she wasn’t coming back until the next day. We started asking really personal questions about each other,” I say as my body starts to tingle with all the intense memories that are coming back to me.

“What kinds of questions?” He asks as he climbs off the bed and moves around to kneel on the floor between my legs. He raises one of my feet and places it on his thigh as he makes long strokes on my leg with more lotion.

“She was a virgin when she went away to the university. I wasn’t and, being my best friend, she obviously knew that already. She had a lot of questions about how she should handle certain things when she finally encountered them with a guy.” I feel my pussy getting wet just at the thought of what she and I did that first night. His hands wander farther and farther up my thigh and my breathing quickens.

“What kinds of things did she think she would encounter?” He asks as he sets my foot back down on the floor and starts working on the other leg.

“She wanted to know what it was like to ride a guy during sex. I told her to lie down so I could climb on top of her to show her; innocent enough, or so I thought. I straddled her hips, held her hands down above her head, and started grinding myself against her. Even though we had our clothes on, I was incredibly turned on by it all and I managed to get one off just by rubbing myself on her. I know it sounds made up but it’s true,” I say as I feel my nipples start to tingle. I look down at them and they are as hard as little pebbles.

“I believe it; you cum at the drop of a hat,” he giggles. “Then what?”

“It took us both by surprise. I was really embarrassed and quickly climbed off from her. She, on the other hand, was getting excited by it. After she was able to convince me that I didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about, I asked her if there was anything else she wanted to know. She said she was scared to let a guy eat her out. I told her I wasn’t sure how to help her with that one; that was something she was just going to have to figure out on her own when a guy finally did it to her.”

“How did she eventually get you to do it?” He asks as he starts kissing the inside of my thighs. I shiver as I feel his lips and tongue tasting my sensitive skin.

“She just slid her pants off before I could say anything more. She told me she wanted me to help her know what it feels like to have someone’s face down there. I remember her lying on her bed with no pants or underwear on. I got between her thighs and I can still remember what she looked like back then. She was shaved all but a small patch at the top. Even though she hadn’t been with anyone, grooming was just the cool thing for us girls to do back then. And her scent…” I trail off as I close my eyes and breathe in deep. I lean my head back and feel my heart pounding as I remember what her sweet pussy smelled like.

“Nothing smells better than a woman’s pussy,” Brent says as he leans in towards mine. He rubs his nose over my perky clit and I hear him take in a deep sniff. My body jolts when he makes contact with my sensitive skin.

“I remember sliding my finger inside her. She was so tight and wet. I pulled it out and licked it off so I’d get an idea of what to expect before putting my tongue in there,” I say as I feel Brent mimic what I’m telling him. His finger slides in deep, circles around to gather my wetness, and he brings it up to my lips. I look him in the eyes as I wrap my lips around his finger and suck it in my mouth. He slowly pulls it out all nice and clean. Holy fuck; I miss eating pussy.

“You taste so good, baby. Tell me more,” he begs.

“I spread her pussy lips wide so I could see everything. Her tiny pink lips were wet and slippery. I could see her clit and watched each time her pussy clenched. I looked up at her and she begged me to lick her. I remember sticking my tongue deep inside her. The taste…oh, God; I can still taste her if I think about it hard enough.”

His fingers spread me open and I feel his tongue circling my pussy before pushing it inside. I can still hear her moans in my head as I ran my tongue through every little fold and crevice that I could find. She ran her fingers through my hair as I tasted every bit of her.

“Did you make her cum?”

“Yes! I made her scream,” I squeal as my body starts to quiver. “I started licking her clit and knew I was doing something right just by the way she started getting louder. Her body started shaking and she got really tense. I sucked her clit into my mouth and it felt like her whole body shattered into a million pieces. She screamed and I thought she was going to jump off the bed.”

Brent pushes his finger into me once again as he starts rolling my clit around with his tongue. I can’t talk anymore; I find myself moaning uncontrollably as he starts on his mission of making me reach my peak. I lift my thighs and rest them on his shoulders as I lean back on my hands. I look down and watch as he tongue fucks my pussy with great skill. My back arches and I fight the urge to not squeeze his head between my legs as my body convulses and I scream. I can feel beads of sweat popping out all over my body.

As soon as I’m done quivering, he kisses his way up my stomach to my breasts where he takes a nipple into his mouth. He teases it for a moment before moving on. His lips taste their way up my neck and finally to my lips. I can taste my juices on his tongue and lips and it’s making me want more.

“Something tells me that orgasm was brought on more by thoughts of her rather than what I was doing. Thinking about going down on her make you that horny?” He asks with his lips against mine.

“I love eating pussy!” I admit. And he’s right; I thought about teasing her with my tongue the entire time he was tasting me.

“That was very naughty to keep a secret like that from me. What should we do about that?”

“Punish me,” I beg. “Fuck me hard and tell me how bad of a girl I’ve been for not telling you.”

“Oh, I’ll punish you all right. What happened next?” He asks as he stands up and motions for me to lie on the bed. He slides his pants off as I position myself in the middle of the mattress.

“We undressed each other and got back on the bed,” I say as I watch him reach above my head. He pulls out the restraints we have tucked in there. He leads one of my hands up and tightly fastens it. “We laid there caressing and tasting each other’s bodies for most of the night. She went down on me and I came. I came so hard that I think I scared her,” I continue as he fastens my other hand.

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I walked into a familiar ABS and headed for one the video booths in the back. Over twenty booths were available.

I found an unoccupied booth in the center and went in. All the booths had large gloryholes at crotch height, so I was not concerned about which booth I chose.

The booth was dark and if not for the light from the video screen, I wouldn’t have been able to see anything. I sat down in a chair, put half my tokens in, and let the first movie run. It was an oral sex fest. I pulled my shorts down and started to stroke my cock.

It was not long before I heard noises from the gloryhole on my right side. I leaned over and glanced into the hole. To my surprise, I saw a blonde female with a cock in her mouth. She immediately saw me and motioned for me to stick my cock thru the hole as she sucked on the one in her mouth. What a greedy girl I thought, before I immediately obliged.

The blonde reached out with her hand, I thought she was going to grab my cock, but her hand went under my smooth balls and up the crack of my ass! Her fingers found my anus in a split second and began pushing into it.

Even though her fingers were as dry as the desert sand, I was too stunned to move. Her attempted penetration did not feel very good.

Eventually, I attempted to step forward to elude her fingers, but when I did – my cock went right into her open mouth. As I paused to appreciate her warm mouth engulfing my semi-erect cock, the determined blonde wormed her index finger past my tight sphincter right into my ass.

The dry, forced penetration caused a burning sensation. Again, I attempted to disengage her finger. I shifted my weight to my left side and rose up. This movement only encouraged her to press her finger in deeper, until it was fully embedded in my ass!

I groaned in response to my discomfort and about the fact she had me hooked. I groaned some more when she pulled me forward, even further into her mouth with her finger – the one that was in my ass.

Even though my anus was contracting over and over on her finger, I began to relax when she started circling the head of my cock with her tongue. I relaxed even more when she ran her tongue and lips down the length of my cock while taking my heavy balls in her free hand and oh-so-gently massaging them.

When the blonde knew for sure that, I wasn’t leaving anytime soon, she began sliding her finger around in my ass. I had done this to numerous girls while sucking their clit, but having a woman’s finger deep in my ass and finger fucking it was a first for me.

Then the proverbial light bulb went on. I had been searching for their g-spot. She was searching for my prostate!

When the blonde found it, her cock sucking bordered on the electric. I showed my appreciation by groaning loudly.

Being stimulated like this, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. My flexing and rocking legs confirmed that I was going to shoot my wad – if I wanted to or not.

The blonde noticed that I was on the verge of cumming because she abruptly stopped sliding her mouth back and forth on my cock and withdrew her hands. I quickly looked through the gloryhole, hoping she was not leaving. I smiled when I saw her motion for me to come around.

As I approached her booth, I saw that her booth door was wide open. When I got avcılar escort to the door, I saw that she was bent over. Her fuck me skirt had been pulled up and was resting on her lower back. Her naked, white ass almost glowed in the semi-darkness. A man was standing behind her. I saw her reach around and slowly guide the man’s erect cock toward her pussy.

I watched his cockhead push open her outer pussy lips and enter her. She gasped as he pressed just about half his cock length into her. He drew back out to pull out the cunt juice he needed to lubricate his entry, and then he slowly sank into her to the hilt.

With a cock in her pussy, the blonde took on another cock. I saw another man place his cock in her mouth.

After a couple minutes, the two men switched positions. The second man started to fuck her slowly at first and then went faster. He came quickly. The other man switched positions, again.

He had her sit down and then squatted between her legs. He lifted her dress to access her pussy.

I turned away for a second and instantly noticed a young Mexican male standing by me. He was stroking his noticeably large cock inside his shorts as he, too, watched the live sex scene.

Without a word, I dropped to my knees and gently rubbed his big cock thru his shorts. I could feel it throbbing. Since he did not resist me, I decided to slide his shorts down his legs. When I did, his eager, young, brown cock sprang out into my face. It was thick and fully erect.

I opened my mouth and he fed me his large cock, sliding it slowly between my wet lips. When his cock was fully coated with my saliva, I started to suck him. The young Mexican alternated his gaze between watching his fat cock slid in and out of mouth and the blonde getting fucked.

At some point, I wiggled my finger into his ass and held it there, following the motion of his body with my hand. His reaction to having a finger shoved up his ass in the middle of a blowjob was no different from my own, when my wife did the same to me. His arousal peaked and he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth.

As he quickly approached a huge orgasm, his pace became more frantic and the strokes deeper. I could feel his cock swell and his sphincter clamp down hard on my finger. Then he suddenly stopped fucking my mouth, shoved his cock deep into my throat, and held it there.

I immediately switched gears from sucking to letting my throat fuck his cock. I collapsed my throat walls around his cock, trying to pull his sperm load out.

A split second later, my reward came. When I felt his cockhead expand and twitch, I folded back my tongue so that I could capture all his semen in my mouth.

I could feel the pulsations of his orgasm on my finger in his ass as his warm semen exploded into my mouth. He must not have cum in awhile, because I swallowed at least three mouth loads of his frothy cum.

Right after the young Mexican came, a male gently pulled me to my feet and led me to a chair by the blonde. She had her legs on top of a man’s shoulders and was in seventh heaven – moaning, moving her ass side to side, and raising her hips as he sucked her erect clit.

I kneeled on the chair, pushing my bare, smooth ass outward. The man caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed my anus with his hard ambarlı escort cock. (I had stepped out my shorts while blowing the young Mexican.)

After a couple of minutes, the man inserted lubed fingers into my ass and began to finger fuck me. The blonde and I watched each other, until her man stood up and began to fist his cock.

Strangely, the man who had been finger fucking me went over to the blonde and offered her his hard cock. When she grabbed it, he gently stood her up, bent her over, and pushed his cock into her slick pussy. Still kneeling with my ass cheeks naturally spread, I watched them fuck.

After only a few minutes inside the blonde’s pussy, the man pulled out, moved back behind me, and pushed the head of his cock into my rectum. Without thinking, I pushed my smooth ass back toward him. His cock being slippery with pussy juice easily pushed in further.

When I felt his pubic hair touching my smooth cheeks, I realized he had his whole, thick, black cock up my small, white ass. I had goose bumps running up and down my arms and legs as my anus spasmed around his wide shaft.

Neither of us moved for a few moments, until he squeezed my ass cheeks and calmly began pulling and pushing the full length of his rigid cock in and out of me. The blonde watched me brace myself because the flange of his cockhead was really stretching the inner walls of my rectum.

The young Mexican who had already cum in my mouth wanted more and placed his limp cock in front of my face. I opened my mouth and began to bring him back to life. With a cock up my ass and another in my mouth, I felt ecstatic.

At some point, I lost myself in the sensation of being fucked at both ends because I must have slacked off my cock sucking. The young Mexican man had gone from letting me occasionally suck his cock to fucking my mouth. I was thankful that he was being considerate of me and only fucking my mouth with short strokes, so I wouldn’t gag or choke with a cock up my ass.

Without warning, the man fucking my ass began cumming. As soon as I felt his cock swell in my ass, he began rapidly slamming his hips into my cheeks. Seconds later, his balls began emptying. I felt his warm sperm flow into my loosened rectum.

The young Mexican pulled his cock out of mouth, and came around behind me when the other man disengaged. My sperm lubed, gaping anus did not even have a chance to close up because the walls of my rectum were immediately engulfed by another big, meaty cock.

Even though the young Mexican had just cum less than thirty minutes ago, he did not last very long inside my greased ass. In no time, I also felt his warm sperm fill my ass up.

While I was being pounded, another black man fisting his large cock walked up to the blonde woman. The blonde reached out for his swollen cock and without much ado was on her knees eagerly slurping his big, black cock. Her mouth worked over time, spit shining it. She sure knew how to suck a man’s cock.

The black man eventually bent the blonde over, hoisted his leg onto a chair, and inch by inch, pushed his large cock into her pussy. The blonde assisted him. Her slender little fingers spread her pussy, to make the entry easier.

Soon, his healthy set of balls began swinging rhythmically beşyol escort as he repeatedly pumped her pussy. He fucked her like this for quite awhile. From the look on her face, she was certainly enjoying her pussy being reamed.

After the last man came in my ass, I remained kneeling on the chair, waiting for the next hard cock to fill it. My hungry ass wanted more cock.

By now I had been fucked so many times that it was easy for my loosened anus to open as I reached around to spread my cheeks apart. I looked behind me. Several men, who had been watching our little orgy, were eagerly waiting to get relief for their hard cocks and aching balls. My freshly fucked ass guaranteed immediate access and relief. A couple of men took advantage of the opportunity.

While the blonde and black man fucked, at least two more men came in my ass. The last man just stuck the head of his cock in my ass and jacked his shaft ’til he came. Right after he pulled his cock head out, my bowels involuntarily opened and a large amount of sperm farted out. Luckily, he was no longer standing directly behind me.

Just before black man was about to cum in the blonde, he pulled out of her well-fucked pussy. His big, black, erect cock glistened from their combined juices.

He turned the blonde around so that she could kneel in front of him. Then he beckoned for me join her as he stroked.

Our tongues flicked up and down his purple, mushroom shaped cockhead. We savored the taste his pre-cum and her pussy juice. When our lips occasionally met at the head, the blonde didn’t display any shock or surprise seeing me enjoying another man’s cock in my mouth.

We took turns. I sucked on his cockhead while the blonde would suck on one his large balls.

When the black man could no longer fight the desire to cum, he whimpered something and pumped his cock in my mouth and then hers before cumming in her mouth. She swallowed his entire sperm load.

When the black man pulled out of her mouth, I carefully licked his big, throbbing cockhead. I made sure to capture any remaining cum that oozed out.

When the black man left we stood up. I began stroking my hard cock. When the blonde reached for it, I told her to kneel on the chair. She mounted it and bent forward.

I immediately mounted her. As I slowly worked my hard cock in and out her hot pussy, I proudly watched her fondle her breasts and nipples. That is when I decided how I was going to cum.

I pulled out of her pussy and told her I wanted to fuck and cum on “those titties.” Without a word, she pulled her t-shirt up, reached round, and undid her bra clasp. As the two lacy cups fell limply down, she hand cupped each of her firm, full breasts, and began rolling her erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs as I fisted my cock.

When I began to sigh, I slide my cock between her breasts. The blonde instinctively knew what to do. She squeezed her breasts together around my slickened cock and slowly fucked it.

Right before I came, I stepped back, stroked my cock, and pointed it at her left breast. My sperm poured out in an arc onto her breast. I stopped it and then did the same to her right breast.

Whenever I saw her after that, over the next couple of years, and no matter who she was with, it was a given that she would bare her breasts for me at the end of her evening. In addition, when I came on them, she would lick my sperm off her titties, regardless of who was watching.

In time, I became known to the ladies as a big cummer. I had many experiences like this with different women, as well. I will always remember the blonde, though.

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Mistress Ila was feeling horny so she asked for my dirtiest fantasy. This is what I came up with on the fly. It’s short and mostly to the point.

I take you to my next class reunion. My former classmates are amazed and wondering how a nobody like me is with someone as beautiful as you. As more drinks are had, some of the men ask me how I got with you while I’m taking a leak.

I let them know you’re just a very open woman and if they’d like they could probably get with you too.

After the official reunion, there’s an afterparty at a farm and I ask if you’d be interested in some extra fun. You, of course, are ALWAYS interested in some extra fun.

We dance a little, but I’ve always been awkward about dancing in public so I pass you off to Steve. He’s tall, and while he’s not quite as lanky as he was in high school, he’s certainly not fat.

You dance normal for a bit, but then you start grinding on him. He shoots me a questioning look and I give him my nod of approval.

Steve starts feeling you up on the outside of your shirt. You took your bra and panties off in the car on the way to the afterparty. Your nipples have always been sensitive. He massages them and you purr like a cat in heat because I suppose you are.

The other people in the room aren’t quite sure what to make of it, but it’s mostly men and why would they complain?

Another couple takes this as a hint that it’s ok if they turn up the heat as well. Being as busy as they are with three kids it’s been a long time since Will and Andrea have had a chance to truly get frisky like they used to.

You bend over and it’s avcılar escort bayan clearly visible that you have nothing on under your skirt. You take Steve’s hand and make light spanking motions with it. He gets the hint. He lightly slaps your ass, but you shake your head at him. “Harder,” you mouth to him. So he gives you want you want. A solid smack on the ass! And then another, and another. You grin.

Sean walks up and gives Steve a look that says “my turn”. You dance up on him, face to face, and you lift one leg up to curl around his body. You’re leaving a wet spot on his pants as you grind your bare pussy against him.

Andrea shocks everyone by taking off her shirt. She doesn’t have the body she had 30 years earlier, but who does? She does have massive tits though that look wonderful in her push up bra.

Now you’re dancing with Dale and his wife, Susan. Unbeknownst to anyone there, they’ve been a part of the Lifestyle for years and can see where this party is going.

Dale is grinding against you from behind while you make out with his wife. She pulls your shirt off and tosses it to me. You’re exposed to everyone and no one is complaining so it continues.

Dale bends you over the pool table, and unzips his jeans. They slide down to his ankles while his wife starts to blow him and he fingers your wet cunny.

Mindy didn’t actually graduate with us; her family moved a couple years before graduation, but she decided to come to this reunion and she’s glad that she did. While going to college in Europe she had her mind opened at similar parties, but it’s been years avcılar escort since she’d been at one.

By now Dale is fucking you while Susan has climbed on top of the pool table and offered to your mouth, her cunt. She has her hand on your head, keeping you in place as you probe her with your tongue. Dale finishes inside you. You lift your head up enough to grunt out one desperate word, “More!”

So Steve enters you now, and then when he finishes, it’s Sean’s turn.

After Sean, Mindy decides to get a taste. She has excellent technique. Using her lips, tongue and fingers all to your satisfaction. She decides to test some other boundaries; she’s really glad that her career as an archaeologist helps keep her nails trimmed.

While fingering your pussy she starts eating your peachy ass. She already has three fingers in you; what about four? You really start fucking her hand now. Then she slides her slender feminine thumb in your ass using only spit for lube. You take your mouth off of Susan’s pussy as you shudder through a powerful orgasm.

I’m starting to feel like it’s my turn now. I stand you up and you share the taste of pussy with me. She doesn’t taste as good as you, but it’s still not bad.

I turn you around, and then I lay us both down on the floor with you on top. By now the crowd watching is about 20 people; almost all my former classmates, almost all men. You giggle with excitement. You love the attention.

I slide into your pussy, my favorite pussy and hold you close. Mindy starts fingering your ass again, trying to create beykent escort a sort of lube from your natural pussy juices and her spit. One of the women in the crowd, I’m not sure who, hands her some lube. Mindy puts it to good use with two fingers in your ass while you’re fucking me, but it’s not enough for you.

Will, who I assume has gotten permission from Andrea, crouches behind you and slowly enters your ass. You love it! You love being DPd. You love being a fuck toy. Then there’s a dick in your face so you suck it. You are in Heaven. After that dick spasms on your tongue, there’s another and another.

After Will cums in your ass, Mindy pushes you up so she can sit on my face. This is wonderful for me. I’ve had a crush on her since the 4th grade. I suppose it’s never too late.

As I’m exploring her folds with my tongue, she’s laying back against you while you’re still fucking me. You’re caressing her body and kissing her neck as we bring her to orgasm together.

By now I’m ready so I cum inside you like everyone else has. And then there’s another dick in your pussy. And in your ass. And your mouth.

At some point, even Andrea who had never even kissed a girl, let you eat her out at the encouragement of the crowd. And of course you tasted Mindy.

In the end, you had sexual contact with at least 10 individuals, maybe up to 15. Thoroughly used, and covered in and leaking fluid, I gently carry you to our car. I lay a towel down on the seat and drive to our hotel room.

I draw a bubble bath for you. I light some aromatic candles. I put on Enya. And I gently clean your body as you relax. It’s almost dawn; I don’t think we’re going to make checkout on time, but that’s OK.

After towel drying you off, I lay you down in bed and with scented lotions I massage your feet, your calves, up your legs, and your back. You’re almost asleep by now so I quickly lay down beside you and let you drift off in my arms.

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I vigilantly carry the shots back to our booth and the guys cheer my return. I lick my hand and sprinkle salt on my skin.

“Let’s do this the right way, folks,” I say. “Don’t be stingy with the shaker.”

Adam, Matias, Jovan, and Nick dutifully salt their fists. We toast. I gulp the harsh liquor down, grimace, and suck a lime wedge until the juice is gone. I light a cigarette and exhale toward the ceiling.

“Man!” Matias chugs his lager. “I fucking hate tequila.”

Jovan slugs him on the shoulder.

“That’s cause you’re a bitch.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re a big, macho man. We get it.” I blow a smoke ring and watch it float away. “So do you guys come to the same beach every year, or do you do different places on the shore?”

“Same beach, same motel,” Adam says. “It’s tradition.”

“That’s really nice.”

“You know what else is an opening day tradition?” Nick takes a blunt from his pocket and looks at me. “Do you partake?”

“Hell yes! Where are we doing this?”

“We’ve got a spot,” Jovan says. “But let’s get another round before we go.”

“Bacardi?” I flash a dazzling smile. “We’re at the beach!”

“Bacardi it is.”

Jovan departs for the bar. I turn back to the rest of the group.

“Thanks for the drinks, by the way.”

“Any time,” Matias says. He drapes his arm over the back of the booth. “How long are you in Wildwood for?”

“Just the weekend. I came with a girlfriend but she’s doing family stuff tonight.”

“Her loss, our gain,” he says.

“Is your friend hot, too?” Nick asks.

“She’s even hotter than me.”

“Not possible,” Adam says.

“You should invite her over,” Matias says.

“When I have four dashing men all to myself? No way!”

Matias slides so close that we’re touching. The air between us is electric.

“You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?”

“Hey, take your glasses, I’m about to drop escort avcılar this shit.” Jovan passes me a shot and scoots in. “To rum!”

We clink.

“To rum!”

We pay the tab and exit onto the boardwalk. The midway is packed with tourists. Adam falls back and walks in step with me. I snatch his baseball cap and put it on my head.

“It looks better on you,” he says.

“Flattery will get everywhere.”

“Oh yeah? Everywhere?”

“Well, some rides require a ticket. That’s where they get you.”

“Seems worth it to me.”

We descend the steep wooden staircase and duck under the boardwalk. I kick off my sandals and carry them in my hand. The sand is cool between my toes. It’s dark, but I can see the people above us through the thin wooden planks.

Nick lights the blunt and takes a couple hits. The tide laps gently against the shore.

“Ladies first, you animal,” Matias says. “Give it to Angie.”

“Sorry, sorry. In my defense, I’m really drunk.” Nick passes me the blunt. “M’lady.”

“Ew, gross.” I inhale deeply and close my eyes. “Mmm. I needed that. Thank you.”

I pass to Jovan. Our fingers gently touch.

“Okay, so now that we know each better, we need you to settle a bet,” Jovan says. “What kind of underwear do you have on? It’s for science.”

I laugh.

“What? Why do you need to know that?”

“It’s a game we play,” Adam says. “You can leave us wondering. That’s sexier anyway.”

“You dirty dogs.” I pause and look around the circle for dramatic effect. “I’m not wearing anything. I like a light breeze in the summer.”

“Bullshit,” Jovan says. “Prove it.”

“Ooh. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m just an honest citizen doing his duty. And if that means seeing your naked pussy, so be it.”

“Uh huh. Go ahead, pussy patrol. Check.”

Jovan lightly places his hand above my knee. beylikdüzü escort I shiver. He stares deep into my eyes as he slowly moves up. I’m already wet when his fingers crawl inside me. He moves in and out and in and out. My breathing gets shallow. I tip my head back and Adam’s hat falls into the sand.

Jovan kisses me sensitively and I moan softly into his lips. He takes his fingers out and sucks them. He gropes my breasts and slides his hands over my bare ass.

Nick comes over and tries to lift my sundress over my head. I slap his hands away.

“Oh my God, not here! There are kids up there!”

“Our place is on the boardwalk,” Matias says. “It’s like a ten-minute walk.”

“What are we waiting for?”

Matias and Jovan both sling their arms around my shoulders as we walk to the motel. Matias casually lets his fingertips brush my nipple until it’s hard. Jovan whispers secret, filthy things in my ear. I’m aroused by his hot breath on my skin.

We go up to the second floor and enter the small, stuffy room. There are two double beds, and you can see all the action from the doorway.

“You guys are sharing the sheets, huh? It’s like you’re in a cult.”

Matias slips off my dress and reveals all of me. He runs his finger down the center of my body. I tremble under his touch.

“That’s not all we share.”

Matias kisses me and slips his tongue around mine. Nick pins my arms behind my back, and I rub my cheek against his face. Matias and Jovan explore my body with their hands and mouths. I twist and whimper and moan.

Adam opens a beer, turns on some music, and sits of the edge of the bed. Jovan finger-fucks my pussy and asshole, and Matias sucks and bites my nipples. Nick sloppily kisses the side of my face. Adam takes out his thick cock and jerks himself. I don’t know who to pay attention to.

Jovan bizimkent escort pushes me to my knees and shoves his dick in my mouth. I bob up and down eagerly and cradle his balls in the palm of my hand. I hear the rest of the guys take their clothes off. Jovan rests his hand on the back of my head.

“Yeah girl, do it. Suck that cock. Take it.”

Nick and Matias stroke themselves and rub their cocks on me. I take each of them in my hands and jack them off while I go down on Jovan. My muscles burn. My knees ache.

“Oh my God, Angie,” Adam pants from the bed. “You’re a fucking goddess. Don’t stop.”

Jovan inches himself down my throat and cums in my mouth. I swallow it all. I wipe my face and move on to Nick. Matias licks my pussy from behind while I suck Nick off. Jovan gently pulls my hair back and pushes me down on Nick’s cock.

I pull back and massage my stiff jaw. Matias throws me on the bed. Adam gets on top and kisses me passionately. I pull him close and cross my ankles over his ass. He kisses my breasts and touches my ribs.

Adam squeezes my breasts together and runs his cock between them. He tweaks my nipples with his thumbs and fucks my cleavage. I moan and writhe and grip his thighs. Matias licks my pussy until I’m wet and slides in. Nick kneels next to me and I take him into my mouth. Jovan spits in my hand, and I work his shaft until he’s hard. We move like a finely tuned machine.

Matias strokes my clitoris and fucks me until I cum. They all pull out and masturbate onto my tits and waiting mouth. I smear their semen all over me and Jovan takes me down for a quick hard fuck. My hair is matted at the back of my head.

I clean myself up and open the curtains. The boardwalk is still bustling with activity. A man with long wavy hair stops his bicycle in front of our room. He stares up at me longingly. I touch my breasts and subtly part my lips. Even from this distance, I can see the shape of his erection through the spandex.

“Ready for more?”

Adam kisses my neck and grasps my hips. I put my palms against the glass. He fucks me hard, and I lock eyes with the bicyclist and cry out as I climax.

*

Originally published in “Stories To Bang By, Vol. 28: Wildwood”

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I love being a good little league Mom, but I also have a dark side that needs quenched from time to time. This day would quench that need in me, and then some, with an unexpected meeting after the game. “Play Ball!”

After sitting through a little league game, I was upset with the young umpire that made some horrendous calls. I loaded my gear and took the kids home. Afterwards I realized I had left my cell phone and went back, praying that no one had stolen it. When I arrived, the only person remaining was the young umpire, raking the field. He saw me looking and came to help. He unlocked the concession stand to see if someone found it and set it inside for safety. I found it lying on the counter and snatched it up then headed toward the door to leave. He blocked my exit and looked at me.

“Excuse me please.”

“You aren’t leaving just yet.”

“Oh?”

He was in his mid 20’s, almost 20 year younger than myself. For all intense purposes I could be his Mother. He reached a strong hand to my breast and stroked. I stood there in shock, but didn’t move. He reached for the door, locking it. Mixed emotions flooded me. I should leave, but I wondered what this young stud had to offer. He towered over my 5’4″ frame by at least 10 inches. His shoulders and back were cut into a distinct V, showing that he works out. A muscular tanned arm, covered with a light dusting of dark brown hair made me wonder how hairy his chest and cock were. In one stealth movement he pushed a box aside and grabbed me at the waist lifting my ass to the countertop. He shoved me back and tugged at my shorts and underwear, removing them.

Not a word was exchanged between us. I reached up and grabbed at his t-shirt, yanking it upward to remove it from his chest. Panting, we were both ready to fuck like teenagers. He lowered his body and dove face first into my mature, shaved pussy. Between laps he made comments and sounds that made me hot as hell.

“I love the look of an older pussy, one that has been used and stretched. I hate little girl pussies that can’t take a real cock. They whimper and whine too much, saying that it hurts. I want a woman that knows how to fuck and knows what she wants.”

After I flooded his mouth he stood and dropped his shorts. Holy shit, his cock was huge! It was disproportionately large, even for his sculptured body. He gripped it with his hands, end to end. It was so big he had a hard time keeping it up. His hands moved over the end and took turns stroking to get it as hard as possible, while I watched in awe. At that moment I realized that this cock was going to invade my pussy at any moment.

“Are you ready for this, slutty little league Mommy?”

“Fuck you. You suck as a umpire.”

“I saw you were pissed at my calls during the game. It turned me on.”

He grabbed my body and pulled me upright and planted his mouth on mine. We kissed hard and sloppy, moaning and panting with anticipation. I grabbed his head and pulled his ear to my mouth. “I am older and I do know what I want. Are you going to fuck me or kiss me all day?”

He shoved me back on the countertop and demanded me to spread my pussy with my fingers. I did as he asked while he guided the tip of his massive bat sized cock to my pussy. He held it firm at my opening and grabbed my shoulders. The massive head slid in. I thought I would pass out from the wonderful feeling of fullness, but he was just getting started.

“Fuck yes, damn your cock feels so awesome! Give me more!”

“Fast or slow?”

“Just shove that fucking cock in me, I don’t care. I want it all!”

He held my shoulders tight and moved his hips a little. He gave me a couple inches. Pulling it out he shoved his fingers in my pussy to get more of my juices, slathering them over his semi-hard massive cock that was too heavy to stand erect. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my ass to the edge of the counter. He grabbed a rag and shoved it in my mouth to stifle any cries.

He grabbed his massive cock and stroked it a few more times. “Sure you’re ready lady?”

Nodding my head frantically, he knew I was ready. I had never seen a cock this size, let alone experienced one. It had to be all of 12″ long. It was as big around as a pop can, because he couldn’t get his hand around it completely, while he stroked it. I didn’t know how I would handle it, but I damn sure wanted to try.

He beat the head of his meat against my clit a few times. It felt like a club. My fingers reached to stretch my pussy open wide for him. He moaned and mentioned how nice and pink it was inside, just waiting to be torn up. He held his hands on my hips after he planted the head of his cock at my waiting pussy.

With one swift jab he shoved the head and a few inches inside me. My back arched and accepted him. Wrapping his arms around my legs he raised them in the air and pulled me further off the edge of the counter. I had no control in this position, while he had complete control. He shoved my blouse up over my tits and ripped avcılar escort my bra apart in the middle, like it was nothing. My tits felt free, with sweat from the hot summer heat glistening on them, in the hot enclosed concession stand.

Grabbing my nipples between his fingers he pinched them and twisted them. I screamed into the rag in my mouth, but it muffled my cries. He let loose of my nipples and grabbed my round tits, squeezing them tight. Again I screamed, but nothing came forth. He let go of one of my tits and slapped my face. “If you think that hurt, wait till you feel my cock slip deep inside your tight ass.”

Shaking my head frantically from side to side, I begged him to not fuck my ass. He just laughed and sneered down at me knowing he was in control. Grabbing my hips again, I let my legs fall on his shoulders. He pulled down on me while thrusting the rest of his cock up into my tight pussy. He didn’t go slowly, he gave it to me hard and fast. I thought he was all the way in but he still had more. His cock stretched and tore at my pussy while he pounded away, driving it deeper with each thrust. Occasionally he pulled it out to the head, and drove it home again. The screams flowed from my body, which no one could hear. It felt liberating to scream and be used.

His enormous cock felt good and hurt, at the same time. I could feel my body building to a climax. He shoved it hard and deep again then sat there and stroked it in and out, in and out. My head rocked side to side. The pain and the pleasure intermingled, until my body burst and I pissed and squirted cum all over his cock. I reached my arms for his body. He grabbed me off the counter, holding me at the waist with in his massive arms. I wrapped my legs and arms around his body and held on for dear life while his massive meat bludgeoned my aching pussy. He lowered me hard and I felt it rip up into me and knew that I had taken his entire length inside my wet cunt.

“Oh fuck, yeahhhhhh! Now that I ripped you, your pussy is just perfect for my cock.”

I yanked the rag out of my mouth, “Please, I want to ride your cock, please?”

He raised me off his cock and lowered my feet to the floor. I rubbed my sore pussy with my hand. It was hot and swollen from the abuse, but I wanted more so desperately that my body was shaking. He threw some towels on the floor and laid down. Straddling his waist with my legs my pussy lowered to meet his cock. He held it firm in his hand to keep the weight of it up. The head filled me first and felt tighter than before because of the swelling. Inch by inch I lowered my body slowly. I watched his face while I enveloped him with my hot swollen pussy. He had a look of agony on his face, but it was a sweet torturous look. I felt his cock hit bottom and I had not taken his entire length again. I rode his cock up and down, feeling it slipping deeper and deeper with each downward thrust. My tits hung in his face, dripping with sweat from the exertion and heat.

What happened next made me want to crawl away and never be seen again. The handle on the door moved. I heard a key turn. My son’s coach opened the door to find me fucking the young umpire. After the look of surprise wore off his face he entered and closed the door behind himself, locking it again. He never said anything to me but I could see the lust in his eyes. He stripped his clothes off and started stroking his cock, then began walking towards us.

He grabbed some Vaseline that the guys use on their new baseball gloves and shoved 2 fingers into the jar. Walking closer he continued stroking with one hand, while carrying the generous helping of Vaseline with the other. Crouching down behind me, the young umpire laid still and didn’t say much. The coach got on his knees and began licking my ass. I couldn’t help myself. I started moaning and pushing back against his tongue. The young umpire started moving under me, sliding his huge cock in and out again. His tongue rimmed my ass so good I came again and shot my juices down his cock.

Coach laid his lubed fingers at my ass and worked the Vaseline into my tight hole, sliding his two thick fingers in and out. I have never experienced the feeling of having both of my holes filled at once. It’s amazing. He stood up and crouched down placing his nice sized hard cock at my ass.

“I have always wanted to fuck somebody in the ass. It seemed this is my opportunity since you really can’t do or say anything without giving yourself away in this compromising position.”

“No please! I have never had a cock in my ass. I heard it hurts really bad!”

“Well I have heard it feels tight as a virgin pussy on a cock and I am going to find out.”

“No please!”

He didn’t listen. When I used my hands to try to bat him away he grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands behind my back. The umpire reached and grabbed the rag off the floor and shoved it back in my mouth.

“Go ahead Dad, no one can hear her now.”

“Thanks son. florya escort I’m glad you gave me that idea about swiping her cell phone out of her purse earlier.”

What the hell?! I was being double teamed by a father/son duo! They had plotted this entire thing. The son pulled most of the length of his cock out of me, while the father pushed his cock against my ass until the head slipped in. I screamed against the rag, but no one could hear me. His cock was thick but not nearly as thick or long as his sons. He let out a low groan and moan, while his cock slid deeper and deeper. Struggling against him was useless, so I tried to relax so it wouldn’t hurt as much. When his body touched mine I knew his cock was buried.

“Son-of-a-bitch! That ass is so fucking tight I can feel it gripping my cock trying to squeeze the cum right out of it!”

He moved slowly at first, letting my ass relax more. The more he moved the better it felt until I found myself pushing back to ride his cock.

“I think this little slut enjoys this son.”

“Yeah, she is one hot Momma!”

“I think she needs to feel both of us son. Give her all of that fat cock of yours, that I envy so much.”

Grinning a wicked grin, the son grabbed my waist and began to lower me on his massive meaty cock again, filling every inch of my dripping pussy. The pressure of feeling both of them inside me was overwhelming. I felt the delicate tissue between my pussy and ass rip. Tears filled my eyes. The son pulled the rag out of my mouth.

“Are you ok?”

“Yesssss, yessssss, oh my Gosh yessssss…. FUCK ME!”

They went into high gear, fucking and pumping my ass and pussy at the same time. One slid out when the other slid in… back and forth, back and forth. My body tensed and I knew I was going to explode again.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again! Oh My Goshhhhh, this is so fucking awesome. I love your cocks. Fuck me harder please! Make me cum and don’t stop!”

They both slammed into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together was so hot. I felt the sweat off the father dripping on my back. The son grabbed my tits and squeezed them again, like he did earlier, then grabbed one and sucked it into his mouth. He sucked so hard he took ½ of my breast into his mouth. His other hand pinched and twisted my other nipple making me teeter between the feeling of pain and pleasure.

My body twitched and slammed down on the sons cock hard, grinding his entire length up into my stretched, swollen and sloppy pussy. He held still and let me grind while his father continued to slam fuck my virgin ass.

“I’m cumming son! SHIT!” He groaned and let out a sound that came from deep inside his body while his hot cum shot up into my waiting ass. Slowly he pulled his limp cock out and stood there catching his breath. The son and I rolled until he was on top of me.

He fucked me slow and deep, in a steady rhythm while he spoke down at me. “I can’t believe you can take all of my cock. You are the first woman that has been able, without extreme pain. I don’t like to hurt people. I like it when they enjoy it as much as I do.”

He endeared his self to me with his words. He made me feel special, like the good little slut that I have always known I am inside. “Would you like to try something new?”

“What?”

“Would you like to see if you can fit your huge cock in my ass?”

He laughed, “I highly doubt if your virgin ass is ready for that.”

“I play with toys, I had just never had a cock in my ass until your Dad’s.”

“Are any of your toys big?”

“Yes, some are, but nothing like your cock.”

I could feel his cock growing inside me. I knew the thought turned him on very much, but he was enjoying being with someone that enjoyed his cock in her pussy, so he was apprehensive to give that up. He just kept moving in a rhythmic manner, in and out of my pussy, relaxing me more and more. Pretty soon I felt my body climbing again to that pinnacle. My hands reached to grab his taunt ass muscles, pulling his body into my sore pussy. My legs wrapped around his body and arched up to meet his cock. He drove it deep and then began that slow fevered stroke again… in and out… in and out, in a steady consistent rhythm. I pulled his body down against mine to feel his weight. My teeth found his shoulder and bit down slightly. Everything exploded inside me right after I tensed. My body bucked and grinded wantonly against his huge cock while I rode the wave.

“Fuck me hard, pleaseeeeeeeee!”

He raised up and rolled my body again. My ass and pussy were poised in front of him. I was still riding the wave and needed to feel his cock inside me.

“Please, please, put it back in!”

My body jerked and twitched like a cat in heat, my ass and pussy wagging at him. He lifted his massive cock and put it at my pussy again then grabbed my hips. I was more than ready, I was hot and dripping and he knew it. He rammed his gümüşpala escort cock all the way up my waiting pussy, withdrew the entire length and dove all the way in again.

“Oh Fuck, I’m cumming again!”

He fucked me hard and deep while I squirted down my inner thighs then slowed.

“Shit, I can’t cum! I keep looking at your ass and wonder if I should take you up on your offer.”

“If you do, use plenty of Vaseline and go slow.”

His father, having regained his self, handed him the jar of Vaseline. “Go for it son, I highly doubt you will receive another offer like this in a very long time, with your huge cock.” “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“If you do, she will tell you. She hasn’t been shy so far.”

He kept his cock in my pussy and begin taking globs of Vaseline and shoving them into my ass with his fingers.

“There, that should be good.”

I started to take deep breaths to relax. I was already relaxed from cumming but knew I need to be completely relaxed to let him in. I knew it was going to hurt. What I didn’t know is if it would hurt so much that I would have to stop, or if it would have me teetering on that fine line between pain and pleasure.

“I have 3 fingers in your ass and I have it full of Vaseline. Let me lube my cock and we will begin.”

“Ok,” I murmured while continuing to breath slow and deep.

I was extremely excited and scared at the same time. He finished lubing his cock and I felt the head of it resting at my hole. He reached to grab my shoulder for leverage while his other hand guided his heavy cock. Holding it there, he allowed me to push backward. I pushed cautiously feeling my muscles trying to relent. Finally the head popped past my tight sphincter muscle. I grabbed the rag and put it back into my own mouth this time, and bit down on it. He held his cock there until the initial pain subsided.

With his father the pain subsided quicker, but with his massive cock it never really ebbed. I bit down on the rag and began to push backward again. The hard part was the first couple inches, after that it slid in better. Biting the rag, I stopped occasionally to adapt. He fought back sounds that were starting to come from inside him. I knew he wanted to grab me and fuck me senseless but he didn’t want to hurt me so he took his time.

Surprisingly I took the length of his cock in my ass much sooner than I did in my pussy. His hips came to rest on my ass while we both let out a sigh of relief. He began to withdraw and push it back again. I rode his cock and pushed against him. I grabbed the rag out of my mouth and threw it aside.

“Fuck it slow baby, fuck that ass slow and smooth like you did my pussy.”

He grabbed both hips while I raised my body with my arms to look around. His father was waiting and shoved his cock against my mouth. I opened to take him, sucking and hungry. His son started moving faster, getting his rhythm. He withdrew the entire length and the head popped out. When he put it back, I screamed loudly from the pain of entry while I continued to suck his father’s cock. He didn’t withdraw it completely again but continued to stretch and fill my ass to accommodate his enormous cock.

“Fuck, your ass is so tight!”

Pausing from sucking cock, “Fuck it hard now baby, work it up in there nice and deep. I love feeling like such a dirty little slut. Make me scream, give me that pain and pleasure that I love so much.”

His father grabbed my hair and pulled it into a knot on top of my head while he drove his cock deep into my mouth. His son fucked my ass at a fevered pitch, never withdrawing it but slam fucking me so hard that my body moved forward, shoved his father’s cock deeper into my throat. Gagging, sputtering and screaming they ravaged me and used me hard.

“Come on bitch, scream louder, beg me to stop. Fuck, that turns me on so much!”

I let go of the single ounce of inhibition I had left and vocalized. Screaming, crying and begging him, while urging him on.

“Please stop, oh damn, my ass is ripping apart!”

“Take it bitch, take it all”, he chanted as his cock withdrew and slammed back into my tight ass again and again.

His father pulled his cock out and shot cum over my tongue, while his son drove his cock as far up my ass as he could.

“OH FUCK… I’m gonna cummmmmmmm!”

I felt his cock pulsing and pumping in my ass. When he started cumming he fucked me harder than he had all day, savagely. He pulled the entire length out and shoved it deep, repeatedly. I screamed loudly each time he passed my tight opening but it didn’t stop him, it turned him on. I felt my body tense. An orgasm gripped me deep in my core. I’m not sure if it was from the pleasure, pain or knowing that I was pleasing them. My body shook, twisted and bucked against the huge cock in my ass taking everything he offered.

Finally we both collapsed on the floor in a heap. I felt his cock slither out of my ass and missed that feeling of fullness. After we cleaned up and dressed, his father unlocked the door. I left for home, torn bra and all, tucked under my shirt. My pussy and ass were extremely sore and burning but I would not pass up this opportunity if presented with it again. I love being a good little league Mother, but I also love feeling like a dirty slut.

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