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When I woke up Saturday morning an odd feeling swept over me. Had that been a dream? No. It was real. My best friend’s older father came into my room, and fucked me. I had had my first gay sexual experience.

‘But I’m not gay!’ I thought to myself.

‘But I did enjoy it’ I responded to myself.

I lay in bed, still nude and warm beneath the comforter. The dried cum still present in the small amount of hair at the bottom of my stomach and the top of my pubic area, proof that last night’s “sexcapade” did indeed really happen.

I could hear voices coming from living room on the other side of the door to my room. I would soon be expected to make an appearance out there. No doubt my friend Jeffery would be up by now, having passed out relatively early last night. The combination of weed and liquor surely aided him in a deep sleep. His mother Valerie would be serving her famous bacon and eggs. Sister Allison would be there, still pouting about how unfair her life was. And of course, he, Jack, would be there. The man whom I had shared a passionate sexual experience with only hours ago. This would be the first true eye contact we would make since before it happened, seeing as the encounter took place in near total darkness.

Reluctantly I threw on some basketball shorts and a comfortable shirt, and exited the room. I was greeted with the usual “There he is” and “sleepy-head” comments of welcomes from Valerie and Jeffery, as I was the last person to arrive. Jack simply smiled at me as our gazes met. He was filling his place with meat as I sat.

“Bacon and Eggs sound good to you, Greg?” Valerie asked as she handed me a skillet sizzling with eggs.

“Thank you,” I replied, filling my plate.

“I think I have some sausage if you’d prefer, Greg,” Jack said. His eye seemed to twitch, as if resisting a wink. His smile dared the room to discover his double entendre. I quickly responded to cover it.

“Bacon is fine. My favorite.” Once the plates were full everyone was soon enjoying our breakfast with silent voices and loud utensils.

“Did you boys have a good night?” Valerie asked, breaking the silence created by our eating. Jack shot me a glance, filled with the memory of our “boy’s night”. She of course was referring to my and Jeffery’s night.

“The usual. Gaming.” Jeffery replied with food still in his mouth.

“Allison and I are going shopping today, if anyone would care to join us.” She looked around hopefully. She was met with muted faces. Her gaze held on Jeffery. His gaze responded with confusion.

“What?” He said through the mass of food in his mouth.

“You need new shoes. And clothes. You’re coming with us.” She said frankly. Jeffery groaned.

“But Greg is here, I can’t go shopping.” He responded.

“He’ll be fine here without gümüşhane escort you for an hour or two. You’re going. Those shoes of yours are disgusting. Time for new ones.” I suddenly had a rush of concern run through me. If Jeffery, Valerie, and Allison were all going shopping, that meant I would remain behind with Jack. The two of us home, all alone. My heart started beating quickly.

“So, everyone’s going but me?” I asked just to clarify.

“I’ll be here, Greg.” Jack replied. “Have a few things I need to take care of here.” Again, a twitch of the eye. “Besides, it’ll just be clothes shopping. Very boring. You’ll have more fun playing here.” Valerie nodded in agreement. The breakfast was all but finished only a few minutes later.

“Well gang, everyone get ready. Shower up, get dressed and meet at the door when we’re ready.” Valerie said, standing and grabbing the finished plates from the table. I didn’t exactly know what to do next. Everyone started getting up and heading to their rooms and bathrooms. I remained behind, still fiddling the remains of my plate with my fork. Jack was slowly finishing the last of his bacon while reading something on his phone.

Upstairs the final door shut. Jack moved almost immediately. He stood, walked over to my chair, grabbed me by the arm and gently, but firmly, pulled me from my seat and brought me to stand before him. He glanced quickly up from the kitchen to the stairs to make sure no one was present.

“We have to be quick.” He began to undo his belt buckle quickly. I was paralyzed by the situation. I looked away, back at the stairs. Half of me was hoping for an interruption, the other half was immensely aroused by the situation. I had no real idea what was going to happen next.

But then, he pulled his zipper down, undid the button on his boxer shorts, and exposed his semi-hard cock to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and began to push me downwards. He didn’t have to push hard, as my knees buckled at his demand and I found my self staring directly at the cock that had taken my anal virginity the night before.

In that moment I wasn’t sure what drove me exactly. The memory of the immense pleasure this cock had given me only hours ago filled me with a passionate desire to show my gratitude. The cock was in my mouth before my knees touched the ground.

Having never given a blowjob in my life, I was worried at first that I wasn’t going to be able to do it right. But I quickly thought back to the blowjobs my girlfriend used to give me, and tried to mimic her technique as best I could. Apparently this was working, because after a few moments of stroking his cock with my hand while bobbing up and down his shaft with my mouth, slurping and sucking back hard, Jack tilted his head hatay escort back and began to vocalize his pleasure with soft moans and deep breaths.

Faster and faster I went, my mouth giving off noises, my chin dripping with spit. His cock had become rock hard by this point. As I sucked, and toyed the tip of his cock with my tongue I was met with a new flavor. I realized quickly it was his precum, meaning he was building to an explosion soon. It was somewhat sweet, but only just a little. It was moist, thicker than water, but less thick than syrup. As I continued to suck his cock, more of the precum entered my mouth. I would swallow each drop as it seeped slowly from his tip.

“Fuck. Keep going, I’m going to cum soon.” At this request, I began to move quicker. My hand tightened around his shaft as it went up and down stroking, my mouth following it down and back up. His cock was huge now, fully engorged, ready to exploded. But just then…

“Jack?!” Called Valerie from the stairs. Her footsteps sounded as she descended the final flight. Jack quickly pulled me along the floor toward the kitchen counter, hiding me from sight as Valerie entered the kitchen.

“Yes?” Jack tried to stand casually, as if his cock wasn’t standing fully erect from his boxers, as if I wasn’t on the ground wiping my chin of spit. Luckily the height of the kitchen counter hid him from the waist down.

“Have you seen my keys? They’re not upstairs.” She asked. He shrugged in response.

“Maybe in the drawer?” He replied. She must’ve turned to check, because I could hear a drawer open and shuffling noises come as Jack looked down at me and mouth ‘Keep going’ to me. I slowly inched forward and wrapped my lips around his cock again. I made sure to go slow and not make any noises. However, this situation made me very excited. All she would have to do is walk around the kitchen counter and she would find her son’s friend, barely an adult with her husband’s cock in his mouth.

“Shit, they’re not here.” She replied slamming the drawer shut. I froze, cock in mouth, not sure where she would move to next.

“Relax,” at first I thought he was talking to me, but he continued, “Just take mine. They’re up on my nightstand.” She sighed heavily.

“Ugh! Alright. Keep an eye out for mine though, okay?” She said as she exited the room and made her way back upstairs.

“Will do,” The sound of a door closing was our cue. He put his hand on the back of my head and forced me down. His cock was going deep into my mouth, making me gag slightly each time he forced my head toward his body. He began to breath heavily “Fucking suck it!” He commanded. My lips were tight around his shaft as it fucked my mouth. Each time I gaged, my lips would open and spit would flow ısparta escort down my frontside.

“My balls, play with my balls.” My hand shot up to his sack and I began rubbing and caressing them. Jack’s head went back and he moaned. “I’m gonna cum.” Gaging, slurping, playing, sucking, I kept going and going for what seemed like minutes until he grabbed me by the head with his one hand and pulled me away from his cock by only about an inch or two and began aggressively stroking his cock in my face. “Open your mouth.”

Having watched plenty of porn, I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He stroked hard for another few moments before moving his cock’s tip to just meat my tongue. He pushed my head so it tilted back, facing me directly upwards. And then, he erupted.

The first shot of cum was large, long like a rope, and went right over my mouth, landing on my face, running from my nose to the top of my forehead in one long strand, just over my right eye. Luckily I was smart enough to close my eyes just as the shots came. Next came another large rope right to the top of my mouth, and dripping down to the back of my tongue. More and more cum as he continued to moan and jerk his cock into my face and mouth. If felt like half of my face was covered in the warm, sticky substance, and at least half his load filled my mouth as he finished with intense moans.

I closed my mouth, tasting the subtly sweat, somewhat dull substance on my tongue. I opened my eyes slowly, making sure to not let any cum get into them, and looked up at him. We locked eyes, his face contorted in pleasure, and I made sure he watched me swallow his load. It felt somewhat similar to swallowing a large amount of snot at the back of your throat, but warmer, and better tasting.

He grinned widely as I opened my mouth again, now emptied of his load. I took his cock in my mouth again, cleaning the tip off and sucking the remaining cum out of his cock. He laughed slightly, and buckled under the overwhelming sensation of the continuing oral pleasure.

“Easy now. Sensitive.” He said with a smile. He reached over the counter and grabbed a cloth, handing it to me to wipe my face with.

He backed away, pulling his now shrinking cock back into his boxers, and closing his pants. I stood up and checked my shirt. It had a stretch of moisture down the front from all the spit, and spots of cum here and there.

“You better get changed before they come back out.” I nodded in agreement. I felt dizzy. I wasn’t sure if it was from all the head motions, or just overcome by the moment. “Get showered. You and I are gonna have some fun once the house is all ours.”

He moved forward, grabbing me by the waist and pulled me into an intense, deep kiss. I had never kissed a man on the mouth before. Not since my father had stopped kissing me when I was a very young boy. And I was never really kissed like this. I melted in his arms under the force of his mouth on mine.

He pulled back and smiled at me. He then walked away, out of the room and up the stairs. Leaving me there to process what happened, and more importantly to wonder what was to come.

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I was already driving home when I realized what day it was. I must have seen the date a dozen times, and it had never really registered.

“Fuck!” I shouted, almost swerving into an obnoxious taxicab.

I checked my watch and took a deep breath; I still had time. I searched my mind for a list of nearby florists; on the first pass I didn’t come up with any, but finally I remembered a sleazy little shop on Fifth that was run by a rude and obnoxious curmudgeon. But as the cliché goes, beggars can’t be choosers, and I made the left turn.

After circling twice to find a parking spot, fumbling to put quarters in the meter, tripping on the curb, and smacking into a light pole, I finally managed to get inside the shop.

Luckily the wait was short—I don’t think I was the only one who didn’t like the place—and I got up to the desk shortly. “I need a dozen red roses, please.”

“What’s the occasion?” laughed the owner.

I don’t know why I answered him honestly. “It’s our anniversary.”

He nodded, then moved with remarkable slowness into, inside, and out of the storage room to gather the roses. I was checking my watch and sweating the whole time. Finally he returned with two nice roses, eight red things that looked vaguely like roses and two deformed purplish masses that were clearly not roses. “Must be a fine little lady for you to give her all this.”

I bit my tongue, deciding it was easier to play along. “Yeah.”

And he laughed again, much harsher. “Of course, someone as skinny as yourself can hardly be expected to impress the ladies any other way, eh?”

At this point I decided it was best to shrug. The ‘fuck you’ stayed in my head.

On another day—or rather, had I planned ahead better—I wouldn’t have accepted the lousy bunch he gave me, but as it was I just wanted to get the damned flowers and get out of there, so I laid the cash on the table and ran back to the car.

When I got back to the apartment, tired and disheveled, and forced open the sticking door, I couldn’t help but smile. There he was, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, engrossed in one of his paintings, sitting on that weird little bench he has, his right leg bent up and his arms all crooked, all the cuter because he didn’t care how he looked.

I closed the door as quietly as I could, and just sat and watched as he fidgeted, drawing his brush across that canvas, wiggling that beautiful butt from side to side as he worked. Either he didn’t know I was there or he knew I liked to watch.

“Put some clothes on, baby,” I said finally.

He turned, looking startled, then grinned. “Danny! You brought me flowers!”

I erzurum escort shrugged, feeling my collar pinch slightly. “Figured I’d better do something.”

Somehow he leapt instantly to his feet and charged straight towards me. Before I could react he was in my arms. I let myself get lost in the embrace; nothing takes away the exhaustion of office life quite like a warm hug from a beautiful man. I almost dropped the flowers when he kissed me on the cheek.

“I love you too, Corey. But I haven’t even taken off my coat!”

“I can help you, babe,” he whispered, proceeding to fiddle with the buttons of my jacket.

“If I’m not careful, you’ll take off the whole thing, won’t you?”

His only answer was a firm and sudden kiss, taking my lips forcefully into his. Almost laughing with our faces still attached, we drew it out, fondling each other’s lips, then tickling each other’s tongues. Finally I did drop the flowers and wrapped my arms tightly around him. We must have been disgustingly cute as we massaged each other’s lips and each raised a foot into the air. The longer we kissed the more I began to feel an oncoming erection.

I might have wanted it to go on longer, but suddenly he pulled away, a wide and mischievous grin on his face. “I know what we should do.”

I gave him a puzzled look, but it was a playful one. “Does it involve fellatio?”

He winked, then said, “Keep your shoes on.” Then he ran for the closet.

After throwing out several piles of clothes onto the floor, Corey settled on a gray tee that looked to my eyes very much like one he had just thrown. In any case he threw the former on, tightened his gym shorts—just enough to see the growing bulge—and threw on a pair of sandals.

“We going somewhere?”

He nodded. “You’re driving.”

After about half an hour of driving, I was sure we were completely lost, but Corey insisted that he knew where we were going. I just kept on following his directions as best I could—the infamous “turn left… back there” is always a challenge—and watched our apartment, and soon, the whole city, get further and further behind. Still, the way he would stroke my thigh whenever I seemed to get dubious made it all worth it.

Pretty soon, he was making me incredibly horny. “Um, baby?” I asked.

“Yeah, sweetie?” he said, stroking a little harder, obviously enjoying the lump growing in my pants.

“About what I asked earlier…”

“Patience, Danny. Patience.” Then, as if nothing had happened, “Make a right.”

When he said, “Stop here,” I thought he was joking. We weren’t eskişehir escort even in the middle of nowhere, we were about five miles out.

There were no buildings, no people, no shopping malls, no computer companies, nothing but the jagged Massachusetts coastline, the sun behind the clouds, and the wash of the surf. “You sure this is it?”

He jumped out of the car with a grin on his face. “Positive.”

I followed him out wearing a face of disbelief, which was quickly assaulted by rough, salty sea wind. I had trouble keeping my eyes open, but Corey just stood like a statue, staring eagerly into the surf, letting it blow his soft brown hair back in intricate patterns. Silhouetted against the clouds, I did have to admit I’d never seen him so beautiful.

Though still not completely sure of this place, I sidled up to him, trying to see what he saw in the ocean before him.

And then suddenly it came to me; it was as if the world had slowed down just enough for me to watch it. The waves rolled and lapped, the birds sang, the clouds flowed; where I had seen nothing, I now saw everything.

“My God, it’s beautiful,” I said, barely conscious of it.

Corey let out a giggle, then started tickling me through my jacket. “Not as beautiful as you.”

We tumbled to the sand, and he started to undress me; first it was my jacket, then my shirt, then slowly and deliberately my shoes and socks. When I realized all I had left was a pair of slacks and a pair of boxers, I decided to do my part for his shirt and shorts.

Before long we were tumbling free, rolling around naked in the sand and getting grit in all sorts of uncomfortable intimate places.

We ended with me on top, panting and laughing. I took the opportunity to gently lean down and kiss his nipple. He ran his fingers through my thin blonde hair, unable to stop laughing for delight. By now, we were both at full hardness and we knew it.

When I leaned back up, making some comment about having him under my control, he smiled and said sweetly, “Baby, I’d do anything for those sweet green eyes of yours.”

Somehow this place had revitalized me. I felt an energy flow through me like I hadn’t since we were first married. I leapt off of him and ran toward the sea, not caring that my erection was bouncing silly as I moved. Giggling, Corey followed me, his penis bouncing the same, and we dove into the water as one.

The water was chilly, but not freezing, and we swam around each other in all sorts of complicated and labyrinthine ways, mostly making seal and dolphin noises. When gaziantep escort we soon tired of that, we looked at each other, winked, and ran back onto the beach.

Damn, the man could move! I hadn’t been standing for ten seconds and he already had me in his mouth. It’s amazing how quickly I forget that joy, his soft lips caressing the sides of my pulsating shaft, his tongue fondling my engorged tip, his fingers exploring the folds of my balls. Today he even made a point of taking me all the way in, kissing gently the base of my shaft. The only sounds he made were soft kissing and slurping noises, and the only sounds I could manage were soft, deep moans.

And how he knew his way around me! Somehow he got his mouth to conform to every curve of my cock, stroking every ridge and vein. I couldn’t help but explode into an incredible orgasm, spraying cum into his mouth as he caught it expertly on the tip of his tongue and gracefully swallowed every drop.

“Corey…” I sighed as my cock went limp.

“I told you,” he laughed, making a show of giving his own cock a few rubs and giving me those undefeatable puppy eyes.

Regaining my senses, I knelt down to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m being really selfish, huh?”

He smiled, leaning back to show off the length of his shaft. “No, Danny. I just know you like to watch.”

He laid back, spreading his legs; I sat on my elbows and wore the most joyful and bewildered smile. He stroked one hand slowly up and down his shaft, and slid the other down his balls before sliding a finger into that pert little ass I loved so much.

He moaned and so did I, feeling my erection begin to reassert itself into the sand. He put his head back, showing off his long, slender neck and his tight pink nipples. Slowly he began to pick up speed, making sweet love to himself from both directions.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, and I leapt onto him, grabbing his cock and stroking it hard. “Danny!” he half-chided and half-moaned. “It was supposed to be no touch!”

“I’m sorry, love,” I whispered in his ear, wrapping my hand around his balls. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

And with my help he kept playing; with my hands devoted to his cock and balls, his was free to stroke his thighs and nipples. He moaned; I nuzzled his neck, and he moaned louder. His finger began pumping his ass with reckless abandon, and I knew he was about to cum. Drawing back, I leaned and slid his tip into my mouth just as his climax came. I felt every spurt of warm, juicy cum spray into the roof of my mouth, and drip down onto my tongue. I relished the flavor and the sensation, and even gave his tip a few grateful sucks before I swallowed.

By now, the sun was setting, bathing us in romantic orange. Both exhausted and satisfied, we collapsed into each other’s arms, kissing and cuddling. I felt his heartbeat slow and mine as well, and I lay beside him, sighing with joy.

“Corey,” I whispered, “your gift was a lot better than mine.”

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I was on the prowl once again. The holidays were over, my newest girl friend was out of town visiting her relatives, and I had the place all to myself. I logged on to the M4M local chat room, not expecting much to happen. After all, I was used to logging on and be on line for hours in the room with only one or two hits that turned out to be nothing.

Tonight, I told myself that if someone read my profile and told me to come on over, I would do it. No cold feet, no excuses. I had been skimming the porn sites and I was horny.

I’ve been with three guys so far, all married, all needing me to go down on them and expect nothing in return. That was fine with me. I love women but occasionally I get the urge to service a man. It’s a Catch 22 issue with me. The thought of going down on a guy normally turns me off, but the fact that I was crossing a line, doing something out of the ordinary, against the rules, was a turn on.

My profile states that I am here to service, on my knees. I would do ANYTHING asked of me orally. All I needed was to be TOLD to and I would do it.

It was after 10:00 at night, an unusual time for me to be in the rooms midweek. I was getting tons of IMs with guys asking if I was for real, and I was getting some serious questions. But no one was telling me to, they were asking.

Then a screen name I had not seen before sent me a message.

BM4WM: Hey bud, where you at?

ME: Near the college, you?

BM4WM: Near downtown, about 3 miles from there.

BM4WM: I need you to come over here now and suck me dry.

I was intrigued. I checked his profile, and sure enough, it stated he was black, but he wasn’t making a big deal of it. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this, but I had promised myself that I was going to do whatever I was told tonight.

We chatted a few minutes and I told him I had never been with a black guy before but had always wondered about it. He told me he was nothing special, just 8.5 inches and very thick. He promised to take it easy on me. I told him I would do anything I was asked, anything, as long as he was freshly showered. He agreed and gave me directions.

I jumped into the shower myself and then headed down the road. I was numb, and drank a double rum and coke to make sure I would go through with this. I walked up to his apartment door and knocked. Neighbors down below peered through their windows at me. I was wondering if this was a good idea.

The door opened and a voice invited me inside. The room was pitch black.

“On your knees boy,” I was told in a firm but reassuring voice.

“Now, take off my shorts boy”

I did as I was told, a bit scared. My ice cold hands sensed a body that was much bigger than my 220 lbs, and his was firm. He moved in front of me and stuck his surprisingly soft cock in my face and said, “Meet Python. He needs to be kissed.”

I kissed his cock and it began to harden.

“Suck it boy.”

I licked it into my mouth. It was getting bigger, bigger than I had anticipated. And as I moved my face closer to his body I realized he had not showered. His musky smell disturbed me, but it turned me on as well. Here I was, in a black man’s apartment tekirdağ escort sucking his cock, not knowing where this was going.

“You’re a good cock sucker boy. I may have to share you with some of my friends when I’m done here, but tonight you’re my cock sucker boy.”

He moved over to a chair to sit down. I noticed his stereo was playing a local jazz FM station, and my eyes had started to adjust to the darkened room. I could see his wonderful black cock against my white hands, and it turned me on like never before.

“OK boy, get back to it, Python here needs some lovin.”

He was slowly face fucking me, finally getting my lips to touch his rough pubic hairs on his body. His cock was buried all the way down my throat. Another first. I loved this feeling. He continued his slow, methodical movements until finally he started to tense up a bit. He didn’t say anything and I failed to notice his change in tempo until it was too late.

“OK boy, swallow it all. I don’t want a drop on my carpet,” he said to me.

I couldn’t pull away. His hands were holding my head in place pulling me closer, forcing more of his cock down my throat. His cock enlarged and I wasn’t sure how to handle this until he backed out until only his large black cock head was in my mouth. His cock unloaded a huge load into my mouth. After the second blast I had to swallow, for fear of letting anything drip onto his carpet. Another swallow after the fourth blast. After that he continued to blast but with less cum each time. I swallowed four times and noticed his tangy taste. It disgusted me as much as it turned me on, and I couldn’t wait to get to my car to drink a fresh rum and coke that was poured and ready for me.

I got up and started to leave.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going boy?”

“I, um, well you wanted a blow job and I gave you one. I thought that’s why you ordered me here.”

“Boy, I don’t know who you’ve been suckin until now, but I don’t cum just once a night. I’m just getting ready, and you should be too boy, now git back down on your knees and do as you’re told.”

I was shocked. If I had ever cum as much as he had in one night I’d be through for the evening. I did as I was told, and received a slap across my face.

“Now boy, apparently you were telling the truth about me being your first black man. Cause if you had been with a black man in the past, you would know that we can cum all night long. Now, when I talk to you boy, call me sir.”

“Yes sir,” I said, trembling again. I had lost total control of myself and the situation. I was totally unprepared for what may lie ahead.

“Now boy, git out of those shorts and clothes and git back on your knees and lick my balls.”

I did as I was told. I could never understand why a guy who wanted a blow job asked me to undress. The other three guys were the same, but that’s as far as it had gone.

I lifted up his cock to be able to get my mouth down to his balls and realized this wasn’t going to be easy. His balls were huge, and very hairy, with thick wire-like hair. I know how exciting getting your balls licked and sucked can tokat escort be, but in my situation I was not prepared for this. I moved my face forward and took one of his balls into my mouth, noticing his musky body odor again.

“Careful with those teeth boy. If you want to leave here with all of the teeth you came in with you’d better NOT harm Python’s jewels.”

Carefully, I licked and sucked each of his balls. I was surprised at how turned on I was, and noticed his cock had once again started to harden.

“Kiss it boy, get it ready, because one thing Python loves is to cum for me.”

As I started kissing and licking his cock, he pushed me back onto the floor so I was lying down. He sat over my face, feeding me inch after inch of his rock hard black cock. He was speeding up his efforts and now he was fucking my face as quickly as he could. I could hear him panting and groaning and once again his cock started to get even larger.

This time he didn’t need to hold my head in place, I couldn’t move. My body was pinned down and his cock kept pumping into my mouth until finally it exploded. The same taste, and the first two blasts were hot, tangy and slimey and they filled my mouth. I swallowed all I could, over and over again.

“Damn boy, I’ve been with lots of women and men and so far you’re the best. That mouth of yours needs to be used by all of my friends.”

I was hoping he was finished and reached for my clothes.

“Where you goin’ boy? We’re not done. Didn’t I tell you that a black man is superior to your lilly white assed boys? What’s the matter with you boy?”

He got up and told me to follow him. I stumbled in the dark apartment until we ended up in the bathroom. He turned on the shower and got in. He had me get in as well and handed me the soap and told me to clean his body. I was surprised that again we were doing this in the dark, with one red candle lit for light. For some reason, he didn’t want me to see his face, or at least, didn’t want me to be able to recognize him on the street. I did as I was told and then cleaned myself off. He told me to get in front of him to wash his cock and balls one more time.

On my knees I did just that, and felt something hit my face from the wrong angle.

“I hope you don’t mind boy, but I needed to relieve myself and figured your face wouldn’t mind it at all.”

His dark golden stream blasted my face and as I tried to pull away his massive black open hand slapped me once again. Then as I looked up towards him with my mouth closed, he pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth to breathe, and to swallow his piss.

“Drink it down boy. Remember, I am your superior and you need to learn from me boy.”

“Yes sir, as you wish sir.”

The taste was hot, salty, almost vulgar and for some reason I enjoy it it just a bit. But I was totally defeated. I had never expected any of this and I had had my fill of him. I needed to get out of here before anything else unexpected happened, but how?

“OK boy, clean yer mouth with that mouth wash over there and crawl out on your hands and knees. I’ll fix us a drink.”

I did trabzon escort as I was told and quickly scrambled out to where I had left my clothes. They were not there! He had taken them. Now I was trapped, and no one knew where I was.

“Don’t worry boy, I’m almost done with your mouth for the night. I will return your clothes but I had to make a photo copy of your drivers license. Now I know who you are and where you live. I have your phone number from my caller ID, so now your ass is mine boy.”

That statement scared the hell out of me. How dumb could I be? Damn!

He sat down and handed me a drink. It was straight vodka, and it was nearly 3 shots.

“Drink it all boy, enjoy yourself.”

It burned all the way down, but somehow it made things bearable again, and then I started to relax as the drink had an immediate effect.

He pulled out a cigar, clipped one end and lit it, blowing the smoke in my face.

OK boy, now that I’m all relaxed I’m ready for the real blow job. Now I’m going to sit here and finish my drink, while you suck my ass for a while, then my balls, and then my cock. When I cum, you will drink it all down, then get dressed and leave. I’ll want you back here in three days to entertain some of my friends.

“What makes you think I’ll ever come back to see you,?” I asked.

“Well boy, first I have your name and phone number. Second, I have recorded every second of what you have done and am ready to add it to my website if you don’t return. Oh, the darkness… don’t worry, I have a special camcorder and used infrared lights to make sure I got you. Third, you love my big black cock. I can tell by the way you suck cock and the way you swallowed my cum and my piss. I’ve had other white boys here but no one has ever done as good as you. You’re my cocksucker Bruce. Now, git to work.”

I was stunned. He could ruin me if the photos ever made it to the net. Not just the cum, but his piss and now he knew where to find me. But what made it all fit was he was right, I did love his black cock. It’s not that it tasted different from the white cocks I have tasted, but it was crossing yet another taboo and I knew that whenever he wanted me, I’d be there for him.

I got back down on my knees and spread his ass cheeks. At least he was clean as my tongue found it’s target. I licked and sucked his asshole for what seemed like forever. Finally he rolled over with a huge smile on his face, and told me to lick his balls. Once again, I complied, proving to him that I loved sucking his balls. Then it was time to suck his cock. It was hard, but not as hard as the first two dimes.

“That’s it Bruce, you’re a good cock sucker, and the first white man I have on tape licking my superior black ass. Now milk that cock. You know Bruce, maybe I need to get some of the boys over here and let them all use your mouth. We play poker every Friday night and the white slut girls we been usin, they just don’t know how to use their mouth like you do.”

It bothered me that he kept using my name, but I was trapped now. And it fully turned me on to think that I may have four or six huge black cocks to service in the near future. Well, if I’m going to be a black cock sucker, I had better get this right.

I kept sucking, milking his cock, and for the third time this evening, he came, two blasts, but tangy, and tasty. I was developing a taste for black cock. That scared me.

“Bruce, here are your clothes. Now, go home and relax cause we’re going to use you later this week.”

“Yes sir.”

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As Jeff and I sat there like statues, Jeff more so than me, I couldn’t help but glance down and see that Steve was hard in his dress slacks! It wasn’t fully erect but was clear to see he was pretty aroused. I could almost hear Jeff’s heartbeat and he was breathing pretty fast in anticipation of what Steve was going to say! Steve could tell that Jeff was freaked and said, “Calm down Jeff, nothing bad is going to happen.”

Jeff let out a small sigh but still sat erect and tense. Steve looked over at me and said, “Tell him it’s all going to be ok.”

I looked at Jeff and could see the fear in his eyes. I put my hand on his leg and said, “No worries bud, trust me.”

Jeff locked eyes with me and said, “What do you mean?”

I smiled and looked at Steve and said, “Should I tell him or do you want to?”

Steve said, “Probably better to show him!”

With that, Steve stood up and unzipped his dress pants and pulled his now fully erect cock out of the zipper. It took some fishing and wiggling but after a few seconds, he managed to get all 10″ out. With his zipper constricting it a bit, it stuck straight out from his pants which somehow made it look bigger than it was! He stroked it a couple times and then sat back down in his recliner. I looked over at Jeff to see his mouth open in shock as he stared at his step dads huge cock for the first time! Steve put both his hands on the arms of his chair and said, “Come over here Bill, show him “our” little secret!”

I got up from the couch and started to make my way over to Steve’s chair. Once there, I looked over my shoulder at Jeff and said, “I’ve been doing this for a few months, he found out about us and asked me to help drain him on a regular basis.”

I got on my knees and turned my attention back to Steve’s cock. Before I reached for düzce escort it, I noticed it was bouncing with his heart beat and could tell he was a little nervous too with how fast it was bouncing! I reached out and grabbed it with my right hand while I got more comfortable on my knees in front of him. Once I found the sweet spot for my knees, I leaned forward and started to lick the tip of his cock. Once it was wet, I opened my mouth and slide his cock past my lips to my waiting tongue. We both let out a soft moan as I worked his cock deeper into my eager mouth. Having about 8″ in, I started the slow suck back up to his swollen head and let it plop from my mouth. I again looked back at Jeff and noticed he looked calmer. I moved a little so he could see Steve’s cock as I slowly stroked the entire length of it! I said, “Pretty nice cock eh?”

Jeff said, “It’s huge! How long have you been blowing him”

Before I could answer, Steve said, “Since the second time he blew you in your room watching the porn I gave you!”

Jeff laughed and said, “Jesus man, you could have told me you were blowing my step dad!”

I said, “Like you and me, it was our secret.” As I turned and put Steve’s cock back in my mouth. Sucking it a few more times to lube it back up, I turned back to Jeff and said, “You can only cum so many times in a day and I wanted as much as I could get so Steve let’s me drain him a few times a week.”

Steve interrupted and said, “More like 4 to 5 times a week.” As he nudged my head back to his still throbbing cock. Taking the hint, I put him back in my mouth and sucked a little faster, wanting his load and wanting Jeff to see me take his load. After a few minutes, I heard Steve say, “You can jerk off and watch if you want, or come help edirne escort Bill, it’s all our secret now!”

With Steve’s hand still on my head while I sucked his cock, I heard shuffling behind me on the couch. Wanting to see what was happening, I tried to come off Steve’s cock and look but Steve held my head and said, “Don’t stop, Jeff has his cock out and I want him to watch you suck me!”

I moaned at the thought of Jeff jerking his cock while I sucked his step dad. Steve said, “If you can cum again Jeff, I’m sure we could both cum in Bills open mouth.”

I let out a positive moan letting them know I loved that idea. I reached down and felt Steve’s balls and felt that they were tight against his body meaning he was going to unload his cum any minute. I took my hand off his balls and stroked him while sucking to help draw out his load.

I heard Steve say, “You getting close Jeff?”

Jeff said, “Oh yeah, I’ve been close!”

Steve said, “Good, me too.” As he took his hand off my head and started to stand up. He looked over at Jeff and said, “Come on up, let’s cum in his mouth together!”

I heard Jeff scuffle behind me as I moved myself to give him room to stand close. I looked up to see Steve and Jeff both standing in front of me furiously stroking their cocks. Steve looked down and said, “Open your mouth, I’m going to cum!”

I let out a moan and opened my mouth, waiting to taste his seed hit my tongue. As soon as I turned my mouth towards Steve, I heard Jeff say he was also going to cum so I turned my head so that they both had access to my open mouth. Steve pulled his cock tight to the head and a ribbon of cum launched from the tip and hit my tongue and cascaded onto my upper lip. A half a second later, I felt another elazığ escort rope of cum hit me in the cheek and across my lips from Jeff’s cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cum coming at me from both sides. As I would feel and taste one on the left side, the right side was also being sprayed with hot cum. As the jets started to subside and their cum was oozing out of them, I felt Steve push his cock onto my tongue and say, “Suck the rest out!”

I closed my mouth around his cum covered tip and felt it pool on my tongue. I moaned and started sucking to make sure I got every drop of his hot, salty load. He pulled it from my mouth and told me to suck Jeff clean now. With his cum still in my mouth, I turned and felt Jeff’s cock press against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt a big gob of cum squirt out and mix with Jeff’s cum on my tongue. I let out a very satisfied moan as I sucked Jeff clean. With his cock being extra sensitive from having just cum 20 minutes ago, his legs started to buckle and I eased up my suction on his cock. After a minute or so, he pulled his now softening cock from my mouth and I tipped my head back and felt the mix of cum slide down my throat. Although I swallowed and it was all headed to my stomach, I could still taste the cum in my mouth which was making my cock almost burst through my zipper.

With cum still on my face, Steve said, “I think we should do this more often, be our little 3 way secret.”

Jeff said, “Hell yeah, that was hot!”

I looked up and said, “I’m down whenever you guys are, but next time Jeff, you should help me suck Steve’s cock, it’s amazing.”

Jeff smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll help out!”

They put their cocks away and we all went our separate ways. On my way home, I was playing the whole scene in my head and reached down to feel I was still rock hard. I rubbed my cock in my pants for maybe 5 seconds and started cumming. The next few weeks would be full of me blowing them one on one and both at the same time, just depended on their schedules. But on a cool June night, I would finally get Jeff to help me blow Steve which was another experience for a later story!

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I was in my late 30’s, very happily bi-sexual and really only interested in receiving good blow jobs. Coming home one Saturday afternoon from a meeting somewhere I stopped off at a public toilet where one was as almost guaranteed to get a quick blowjob. The Toilet was underground which meant you could hear someone coming down the steps before they arrived if you were enjoying some pleasurable activity.

There was one man there when I arrived standing at the wall urinal and obviously stroking his cock so, not one to be shy I stepped up beside him, unzipped and did the same. Within seconds his hand was on me and he started stroking me very softly and very nicely. He stooped and gave me a soft, sweet suck and then said, “I just live down the road, would you care to come back home with me? He was good looking, he had a sensitive mouth, he lived close by. What else could I ask for?

I followed him down the hill to his apartment block parked and he led me up to his flat. It turned out he was Russian and was visiting New Zealand working here for a two year contract.

Now I was hoping for a good oral session and, believe bursa escort me, he was VERY good but he had an ulterior motive. His cock was the largest I have ever seen outside of a porn film It was thick and it was long (actually MASSIVE is the best description) and it fascinated me.

He asked me to let him try to excite me enough to let him put the head into my almost virgin bum.

There was something about this guy, he was just turning me on. He promised to stop at any time and that he would be very slow and very gently and I believed him.

He positioned me kneeling on his bed but down on my haunches while he stood beside the bed and first he softly licked all around my arse, tickling and gently probing with his tongue, That felt sweet, Then he got some lube and just played around the outside of my hole gently stroking and pressing with a finger and then gradually the pressing became a bit firmer but never fast and never hard. Meanwhile he kept asking if I were OK.

Oh Yes, this was all rather neat. His little finger (at least I think it was) gradually çanakkale escort inserted itself a little way in my bottom and then came out, more lube and in again until I became totally used to the lovely slidy and filling sensation and then he tried another thicker finger and repeated the exercise, gradually getting me used to the sensations, then two fingers. I couldn’t believe this was happening, The sensation of filling was lovely, the slidy sensation was erotic AND THEN HE FOUND MY PROSTATE. Oh heck!!

He probably fooled around for 15 minutes and then said he wanted to try his cock, I could say stop at any time. I thought of this MASSIVE thing and wondered how it could possibly fit but I was so aroused and trusted him at this stage that I said yes.

Again lots of lube and he pressed this warm soft/hard thing against my hole, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing and I really believe my bottom just opened to receive him. He was incredibly patient once the head was in. He just stood there with it resting inside me and I gradually became used rize escort to the sensation of this enormous plug in my bottom. Then he moved it, ever so slightly, forward and then stopped. My arsehole was being stretched beyond anything I thought was possible but it didn’t really hurt, He pressed in some more and I yielded to home. Then he withdrew a small bit and pushed again. I could feel him slathering lots of lube around the outside of my bum and presumably on his cock.

He pushed very gently again and more of this monster came in, Then he moved back a bit and pushed in, moved back, pushed and I pushed back toward him and he slid the lot into me. VERY slowly but very purposefully.

You know I am trembling as I write this and yet it happened probably 30 years ago or more

I was experiencing a whole new world of sensation. By all rights I should be screaming in pain with a monster like this in my but in fact it was novel and nice and I wanted to give him pleasure to so I just let him slide slowly in and out and enjoyed feeling his pleasure increase. Finally he said I am coming and I felt his cock swell in my hole and then he was shuddering and releasing. When he had softened he very slowly eased himself out and pressed me to my side on the bed to rest and to relive my cramped legs. He got a warm face cloth (only three of my male partners ever think of that nicety) and wiped me down..

We had a coffee together and I left and never saw him again.

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Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas

***

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clearing his throat, he blurted out…

“Damon, about what happene…”

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

“Dude, I’m…”

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” He had denied vehemently.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know.”

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

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

After a little hesitation, Damon opened his door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

This wasn’t right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was already hardening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One, he wanted to fight.

Two, he wanted to fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ahhh!” Andrew moaned softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it,” Andrew said.

“Say what?” Jeremy asked, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” Jeremy said.

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

“Oh…” Andrew said. “How about—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” Jeremy asked.

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

“Mh-hmm,” Andrew said.

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

“Well?” Andrew asked.

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

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

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

“I’ll do it!” a man said.

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

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

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

“Take off that fucking shirt!” he ordered.

“Yes, father.”

The man was John Mendoza.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See. There you go. Kenny’s o.k.”

“He said you owed him big time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello.”

“We’re in here, Gary.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I could work on it while living here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bye, Dan. Bye, Gary.”

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

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

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

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

“Conversation piece, Dan?”

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

“I see.”

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

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

“Uh, I guess so.’

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

“Uh, fuck you?”

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

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

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

“Watches you?”

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

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

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

“Uh, do you have any lube, Dan?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I think. . .”

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

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

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

“Uh, I don’t know Dan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d better be getting along.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I don’t know. . .”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Lana. What’s the word?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great! I’ll see you then!”

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

“Hey, big brother. May I come in?”

“Sure. What’s on your mind?”

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

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

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

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

“Why not?”

‘Cause he has a steady girl friend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, that’s a bummer.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh? Who were they?”

“Kenny asked for you to call him.”

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

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

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

“Hello, Bubbie, this is Gary.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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