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For two weeks Nile had been a madman. The normally stubborn yet peaceful lawyer was now a short-tempered pain in the ass. His secretary and even the Agents generally tried to avoid him. They did not know nor care what had brought on the change. They just wanted to stay the hell out of his way.

Nile sat alone in his office taking deep breaths as he found himself doing often lately. Struggling to clear his mind. There were moments when the deepest and most profound loneliness he could ever imagine threatened to swallow him whole and tears came to his eyes. That just pissed him off. Why should it be this important to him? The whole thing was ludicrous.

The more he thought about it the more it seemed like a dream. Like it was something made up that had never happened. But at the same time it was the only real thing that had ever happened to him. And that cold lonely realization threatened to tear his heart out by the roots.

“Will I see you again?” Nile asked, his heart stopping.

Arden gazed into Nile’s eyes. “As soon as possible.”

And he had been fool enough to believe it. Why? He had spent years building a wall around his heart. Entombing it away from the cruelties of love. He had perfected the art of the one night stand. No names. No questions. Just an orgasm, a thank you, and a goodbye. Things were simpler that way.

He had been unprepared for the vampire. The vampire had escaped from prison, appeared in his bedroom, and seduced him. In the madness of the moment he had made himself believe this was just another one night stand. And maybe that was what it was supposed to be. He barely knew this vampire at all. He only knew they had an intense physical desire for one another. But this was far different from the usual one night stand. Because this had been the most mind-blowing experience of Nile’s life. He had never known an orgasm so powerful and he had never felt so completely satisfied. Yet, the vampire left him wanting more. It was like he had tasted a powerful drug and was left struggling with an addiction. Craving his next fix. More.

But the vampire had disappeared. Nile had kept an eye on the Agency’s progress. There was no official record of Arden having been seen anywhere much less recaptured. This was a relief. But at the same time it reminded Nile of how well Arden would have to continue hiding. Perhaps Arden did want to see him but just couldn’t risk it yet. Or perhaps the vampire had never intended to come back. Maybe it had just been a one night stand.

But why go through the trouble? Why had the vampire come at all? Wasn’t the whole thing risky to begin with? Arden claimed to have wanted him after getting a taste of his blood. The vampire had drank a little from him after sex. But why go through so much trouble just for a snack and a lay? Why wouldn’t he have just escaped and gotten as far away from the Agency as possible?

This was ridiculous. It was interfering with his work, his life. He had to stop obsessing over Arden. He had to accept that it was a one time deal. Just an impulse. Just another one night stand.

Every day he had tried to convince himself of that. And sometimes, in the daylight, he could almost believe it. But it was when he was awakened at night by a slight noise that made his body tense, his heart pound, and his cock start swell with anticipation that he knew he couldn’t just forget it all. He had thought about finding someone to hook up with, but it was no use. He wanted no one else. Arden was the only man who had ever truly satisfied him and it seemed the only man he would ever desire again.

The sad reality was that the vampire had probably forgotten all about him. Maybe he was with another lover right now somewhere far away from here. Away from the searching eyes of the Agency. Maybe hidden deep in the bowels of the Community. Maybe he had been with several lovers. The thought stung his heart.

Why did he care so much about this vampire? And how long would it take for him to get back to normal?

The thoughts were constantly with him. If he was seeing a client or doing some other work the thoughts were still there churning away in the back of his mind.

He was glad when the end of the second week came. His dream job with its grand visions of social justice was a great disappointment. He remembered something Arden had said during his consultation.

“You don’t get it do you? You can’t help me. Do you think the Agents or any judge will take you seriously? You’re just a fucking token liberal. Someone to hire in order to make them look tolerant. But to keep on a tight leash,” Arden said.

It was becoming more and more obvious that this was true. And it sickened him. He had spent much money and several years of his life getting the education he needed for this job. His expectations had been way off. The world was a much crueler place than he realized. And his goal to change it just seemed silly. He felt like a child trying to build something from sand only to have the steady tide wash it back out to sea.

It was Friday night and he was damn bucak escort sick of being angry and alone. He made his way to a bar. He had come here a few times to meet one night stands, but not tonight. Tonight he was coming for the liquor. And the forced social interaction. Maybe he could find sanity at the bottom of a glass.

Hallie’s Comet was a classy gay bar that towered over the city on a penthouse floor. It was made of glass and bright colors. Sleek and stylish with a breath taking view. The music was nice, the drinks were nice, and it would soon be filled with plenty of eye candy. Nile got there early and sat at a small table by the window. He ordered the night’s drink special which was called a Super Nova. It came in a tall glass. It released a foggy smoke, had bubbles, and turned various colors. He had no idea what it was made of but it was strong and it was delicious and that was all that mattered. He was on his second one when the crowd began to trickle in.

He was feeling refreshed. It was doing him good to be in a relaxing public environment. The liquor was a big help too. He felt a smile come to his lips. Maybe this was all just temporary insanity. Maybe he could get past this. Maybe life wasn’t as fucked up as it seemed.

Then there was recognition. He wished there had been a moment of ignorance. Maybe it could have lasted long enough so that he simply would not have noticed. He then wished that the tall blond man across the room had not seen him. And while he was busy making wishes, he might as well wish that the man beside him didn’t look so fucking beautiful. It was too late. The gray eyes had met his, for the first time in a long time, and it was too late to avoid confrontation. The only polite thing to do was to pretend this wasn’t a heart-shattering insult added to injury. That this wasn’t a death blow to whatever brief moment of sanity he had found. Nile forced a smile and thought of all his wishes. Well, shit in one hand and wish in the other, he thought. See which one fills up.

The blond man was tall, broad shouldered, and had not changed at all. Except of course, for having the beautiful new prize at his side. Those familiar lips curled into a polite smile and the gray eyes failed at concealing their awkward surprise. The man beside him looked like an underwear model. They were both dressed in beautiful sleek suits. Then Nile noticed the rings and he struggled to keep his smile as his heart shattered inside.

“Nile,” Everett said, holding out his hand. “I don’t believe it!”

Nile shook his hand, thinking about how odd it was that two people who had once been so intimate were now greeting each other in an awkward handshake. “Good to see you too,” Nile lied. He wished he could disappear. He had a wild fleeting fantasy of diving through the glass wall beside him and just falling away into the city lights.

“How are you?” Everett asked, his gray eyes showing a genuine sweet concern.

“I’m great,” Nile said, lying with all his might and hoping it was believable.

The beautiful man shifted his weight and looked from Everett to Nile in an awkward glance.

“Nile, this is my husband Renaldo,” Everett said. Renaldo. A face to put to the name at last. This was the same man Everett had left Nile for. And why not? Renaldo was fucking breath taking. Even in his spite Nile could find nothing wrong with the man.

“Nice to meet you,” Renaldo said with a smile, trying to make it friendly. Nile commended his effort and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you as well,” Nile lied. “So…what brings you two here?”

“Just on a night out,” Everett said with a shrug. He absentmindedly brushed his hair back from his face in a gesture that was painfully familiar to Nile. Amazing the little things you could forget. Things that when confronted with brought back a flood of memories. Flowers on the balcony. Rose petals on white sheets. An open bottle of champagne. Secret smiles and stolen kisses.

“Care to join us? We’re supposed to meet some friends,” Everett said.

“I’d love to, but I’ve got to get going. I just came by here to kill some time. I have to go meet my fiance at St. Francis. About time for his shift to be ending. We’re going to dinner and a movie,” Nile said, making the story up in an instant. He must have told it well because Everett looked impressed.

“Oh…wow…so you’re getting married?” Everett said. “Congratulations, Nile.”

“Yeah,” Nile said, resurrecting all he had learned back in his days in the college drama club.

“What’s his name?” Everett asked.

“Arden,” Nile said without a second thought.

Everett nodded. “He works at the hospital?”

“Hematologist,” Nile said.

“Wow,” Everett said with an approving nod. “That’s…great. I…really hope he makes you happy, Nile. You deserve that.”

Nile kept up his smile. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Well, I wish you the best. It was really good seeing you,” Everett said.

Nile nodded. “You too. And nice meeting you…Renaldo.”

Renaldo bulancak escort gave a nod and tried not to look impatient. Nile privately commended him again for the effort.

“Well, I really need to go,” Nile said. “You two have a good night.”

“You too,” Everett said.

Nile walked out of the bar, went down the hall to the tiny white egg shaped elevator pod and thanked whatever God or gods there might be that no one else was in there with him. He looked out the round glass window and watched the city come up as he descended. Hot tears were streaming down his face.

As he stepped out of the building into the warm summer air he wiped his eyes and held his head down. One moment. One chance meeting and the dam he had spent years carefully constructing was bursting apart with a thousand memories.

The buzz of his liquor had worn off and that was a shame because he did not want to be sober. He was caught up in his thoughts, walking the way home. He had taken a cab to the bar, but he felt like walking now. He did not want the social interaction that was required of getting a cab. If he tried to give directions or small talk he might just vomit. He wanted to be alone.

The walk was just a few blocks, not too far. The streets were somewhat busy with the city’s nightlife, but not too cluttered. Enough for him to fall away unnoticed into the shadows. He rounded a corner to go through the alley that would lead him home. The shadows moved and they grabbed him from behind. His heart raced and adrenaline pumped through his body. He was getting mugged. He instinctively tried to fight off his attacker only to notice that his attacker was incredibly strong. He also noticed that whoever had him was not doing anything but holding him there. He was flailing and trying to fight, but there was no use. He was just wearing himself out. He stopped, breathing heavy, heart still pounding, and he tried to make sense of what the hell was going on.

“Done?” Arden whispered, shoving Nile against the wall.

Nile stared into the vampire’s blue eyes not believing that it was him. His heart felt like it was going to either stop or leap from his chest. He was still recovering from shock and could not speak. He was struggling to catch his breath.

Arden grinned and kissed him hard. He felt the vampire reach down and grope his crotch, caressing what he found. Nile relaxed, pinned between the vampire and the wall.

“Who the fuck was that?” Arden whispered. “Ex boyfriend?”

“You were in the bar?” Nile said.

“I’ve been following you all night,” Arden said, grinning, his fangs glinting even in the soft light. “So who was he?”

“Ex boyfriend,” Nile confirmed. “Used to be one of my professors in college.”

Arden raised a brow. “Ah. Interesting.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nile said.

“You told him you were marrying a hematologist named Arden?” the vampire said with a laugh. “I’m flattered.”

Nile blushed deep. “I…it was…”

“Shhh,” Arden said, putting a finger on Nile’s lips. “I’m flattered by your lie.” He removed his finger and gave Nile a nice long kiss.

“Where have you been?” Nile asked when their lips parted.

“In hiding,” Arden said.

“Isn’t this dangerous? Being out in the city?” Nile asked.

“I hide well,” Arden said. “And the Agency is looking for me in the wrong places. They have false leads. This isn’t my first time running from them.”

“I…thought you wouldn’t come back,” Nile said.

Arden smiled and kissed Nile softly. “I wanted to come sooner. But I needed to lay low. Make sure the Agency was off my back.” He kissed Nile’s neck. “Mmm…the sweet smell of your blood.”

“You…can have a taste…” Nile said.

“Oh?” Arden said, grinning to reveal his fangs. “Would you like me to have a taste of you, Nile?”

“Yes,” Nile said.

Arden leaned in and gave Nile a tiny bite, barely breaking the skin. Just enough for a brief sample. He licked his lips. “Turn around.”

Nile turned around and the vampire held him against the wall, his arms over Nile’s, forcing his palms against the wall as if he were being arrested. “What if someone comes?” Nile whispered.

“It’s a dark deserted alley,” Arden said. “Nobody will come. Nobody can see us from the street. The traffic drowns out our voices. And these buildings are daytime businesses. Nobody at either of them this late.”

Arden reached down and spread Nile’s leg’s apart. He reached around and unbuttoned Nile’s pants, then carefully unzipped them. He slid them down gently along with his underwear. He took both hands, caressing Nile’s exposed cheeks. “Mmmm…you have such a hot ass.”

Nile couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Thanks.”

The vampire leaned against him, kissing his neck from behind, taking another small sip of blood. “You taste so fucking good.” He unzipped his pants and rubbed his hard cock against Nile from behind. Nile slid his hand down the wall. The vampire grabbed it and shoved it back to where it had been. “What bulanık escort do you think you’re doing, Nile?”

“I…just wanted to stroke myself,” Nile said.

“No. You stay like you are,” Arden said. He slid his right hand off of Nile’s and reached around him, grabbing his hard cock for him. “You’re at my mercy. You keep your fucking hands up and your legs spread.”

Nile shuddered at the vampire’s words and his touch. He stayed in place, surrendering himself. “Yes, Sir,” he said.

The vampire stroked Nile’s erect cock with his right hand and held Arden’s hand against the wall with his left. He stroked him in a steady gentle rhythm. “You’ve got such a nice long cock. I don’t think I complimented you on it last time.”

“Mmmm,” Nile said, closing his eyes. “Yours is nice too.”

Arden stroked him a little harder. “Yeah? I’m glad you like it. Because I’m about to shove it in you.”

Nile’s eyes widened and he gasped as the vampire penetrated him. “Fuck!”

“I warned you,” Arden said. “And relax. I rubbed a little lube on before I caught you. If you just relax it’ll go easy.”

Nile took a deep breath and relaxed, leaning into Arden. The vampire was still stroking Arden as he pushed into him and settled into a sweet steady rhythm. Nile moaned, squirming beneath him, sliding his right hand down again only to have Arden let go of his cock and shove his hand back against the wall.

“What’d I fucking tell you?” Arden said. “Stay as you are.”

“It feels so good,” Nile whispered. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Keep your hand up there or I’ll have to stop stroking you,” Arden said, moving his own hand back down to grip Nile’s erection. “Don’t you like what I’m doing? Am I not doing it fast enough? Is that the problem? If you want me to go faster or slower you fucking tell me. You don’t fucking move.” Nile moaned as the vampire thrust hard into him.

“So fucking tell me what you want,” the vampire said.

“Stroke harder,” Nile said.

Arden complied. “Like that?”

“Oh God, exactly like that,” Nile whispered.

“See? Isn’t it nice to relax and let me take care of you?” Arden said.

“Oh yes,” Nile said.

“Any other requests?” Arden asked.

“Bite me again,” Nile said.

Arden kissed Nile’s neck again, pricking the skin and taking very small sips. He played at Nile’s skin with his tongue. As he was doing this he stroked Nile a little harder and thrust into him really deep. Nile gasped and cried out. Arden let go, licking up a few more drops of blood. “How am I doing?”

Nile’s moan and the way his body quivered was answer enough. Arden slowed down to a more gentle rhythm in his strokes and thrusts and then slowly increased intensity again.

“It was torture being away from you,” Arden whispered. “After last time…I’ve wanted this ever since.”

“Oh God, me too,” Nile whispered back.

Arden moved his lips to the back of Nile’s neck, kissing the sensitive place just below the hairline and teasing the skin with his tongue. Nile shuddered and tiny goosebumps appeared, raising the hair on back of his neck. He moved up and kissed the back of his head, enjoying the soft dark hair against his face. He moved back to the side of his neck and teased Nile’s ear with a soft nibble.

“That feels so good,” Nile said through a moan.

Arden smiled, slowing back into a gentle rhythm. “Anything I can do to make it better?”

“Mmm no, this is perfect,” Nile said. “Just don’t stop. Ever.”

Arden thrust into him hard, slow, and deep, stroking Nile’s cock harder as he did. Nile cried out. Arden smiled. “You like it when I do that?”

“Yes,” Nile said, breathless.

Arden gave him a few more slow deep strokes, kissing his neck and nibbling at his ear. Nile quivered. “You’re so fucking delicious,” Arden said. “Your perfect body and your sweet blood. You fucking drive me mad.”

“Oh God, Arden…” Nile whispered, leaning into his lover, losing himself as Arden settled back into a sweet gentle rhythm.

“That’s it,” Arden whispered. “Give in. I’ll give you everything you need.”

“You’re amazing,” Nile said in breathless whisper.

Arden chuckled and kissed Nile’s neck. “You like it when I take control?”

“Yes! Oh, oh, God, yes,” Nile said, closing his eyes as Arden kept thrust into him a little faster.

“You like giving yourself over to a strong, powerful vampire?” Arden said, thrusting harder.

“Fuuuck, yes!” Nile said.

“Naughty boy,” Arden said with a grin.

“Oh please,” Nile begged. “Please..”

“Please what?” Arden asked, kissing the back of Nile’s neck. “What do you want?”

“I need to come,” Nile whispered, his body shaking with desire.

“Relax,” Arden said. “I’m going to make you come very hard, are you ready?”

“Please, God, please,” Nile begged.

Arden increased the intensity of his strokes and thrust deep into him over and over again, simultaneously biting Nile’s neck and taking a slow drink of his blood. Nile was lost in ecstasy. The entire world consisted of him and Arden. Nothing else had ever existed. There was no before this and no after. He surrendered himself to pleasure, letting it build up and throw him over the edge. Nile’s entire body tensed and all at once went limp as he quivered. Hot white pleasure spilled into Arden’s hand. Nile was screaming.

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“Cross!” yelled Michael.

Kieran booted the soccer ball from the right line of the field to Michael who was on far post of the goal. Michael headed the ball and it swished into the net before the goalie had a chance to react. They all heard the three long blasts of the whistle that signaled the end of the game. Michael’s goal, with Kieran’s assist, had pulled their team ahead. With a whoop of joy Kieran charged Michael, grabbed him around the legs and spun him around until they collapsed in a dizzy, slightly woozy heap. Their other teammates jumped in on the celebratory, game-ending dog pile.

In the months that Michael had been home he and Kieran had renewed their friendship and found themselves spending most of their time together. Michael had joined Kieran’s weekend soccer league and Kieran found himself heading across the bridge to Michael’s house instead of through the tunnel once or twice a week, with Michael spending most weekends hanging out at Kieran’s with Petunia. They barbequed most weekends and gathered a crowd of friends around them.

* * * *

“So where are we hitting up tonight?” Kieran was kicked back on Michael’s couch. His therapy groups had only run until three today so he had headed over to Michael’s before the traffic hit too bad on the Bay Bridge. Michael had come in the door not too long ago and gone for a quick shower and to change clothes.

“I thought maybe we’d try Suppenkuche. It’s in the Hayes Valley. Have you been?”

“No, but I think I saw it on ‘Check, Please!’ once,” said Kieran, referring to the local t.v. show that would have three diners each go to each others’ favorite restaurants and then come back and review them. “You know that show actually won a James Beard award? Cool, right? But, yeah, restaurant, German food, right? Lots of beers?”

“Yup. Can even get it in a glass boot.”

Kieran raised an eyebrow. “And get so plastered in the process that we can’t even stand up enough to call a cab?”

“Pssht… You’re no fun.”

“Right, I’m no fun because I think standing up is a good thing. Aren’t you supposed to be the stodgy accountant?”

“You didn’t tell me the seating was communal!” Kieran had to practically yell in Michael’s ear to be heard.

“Forgot!” Michael yelled back.

“If you’ll follow me a couple of seats have opened up over here,” the hostess said. At least that’s what Kieran thought she said. It was more of a reading of lips and gesturing kind of thing.

They were led to a long table; most of it was taken up by a group of tourists. At the opposite end sat one man. It was to that end of the table that the hostess led them to. The man seemed to be engrossed in his menu, but when the Kieran and Michael approached, he glanced up at them and gave them a friendly smile.

“Here, I’ll move over so you can sit next to your partner,” he said to Kieran who happened to be closest to him.

“Thanks for letting us sit together, but we’re not partners; just friends,” Kieran said laughing. Now that they were away from the door it was a bit quieter & they didn’t quite bergama escort have to yell to be able to hear each other.

“Great,” the man said. “Now I get to hit on both of you. Ethan,” he said, extending his hand.

“Kieran,” Kieran returned. “Well, at least you get to hit on him.” Michael slid into his seat, then extended his hand to Ethan, “Michael.”

“Now,” Michael turned to Kieran, “about Das Boot.”

“Michael, we are not drinking two liters of beer between the just the two of us. That’s like a bottle of soda, complete with uncomfortable carbonation.”

Ethan had been listening in. It was hard not to in the close, cramped quarters. “What about between three people?”

“Yeah, what about three people?” Michael said, eagerly willing to side with any ally.

“I’m on the end of a loosing battle aren’t I?” Kieran said.

“Do your BALLS hang low, do they wobble to and fro! Can you tie ‘EM in a knot, can you tie ‘EM in a bow! Can you throw ‘EM o’r your shoulder like a Continental soldier! Do your BALLS hang low!

Kieran had been wrong about the effects of drinking beer out of a boot in relation to being able to stand and call for a cab.

Instead Michael, standing up—listing—but standing, was singing a variation of “Do Your Ears Hang Low” at the top of his lungs as they waited for the taxi. Inexplicably Michael actually knew several verses of the song. Trust it to an Irishman. Or son, or grandson, or whatever of an Irishman. Michael’s family were San Francisco Irish and most of them lived out in the Avenues. And like all good Irishmen they had the gift for stories, poetry, songs, and if they were dirty, well, so much the better. This wasn’t Irish but… Kieran didn’t even know that there were more verses than the original one. The extra verses did not improve as Michael sang them.

Do your BALLS flip-flop?

Can you ?use them as a mop??
Are they ?stringy at the bottom??
Are they ?curly at the top??
Can you ?use them for a swatter??
Can you ?use them for a blotter??
Do your ?BALLS flip-flop??

The had had a great time at Suppenkuche, eating brats, sauerkraut, spatzle, and God knows what else as they got further and further down the boot. With Ethan joining in, their inebriated brains had reasoned them into a second boot. Possibly a third. It had seem like a good idea at the time.

Do your ?BALLS stick out??
Can you ?waggle them about??
Can you ?flap them up and down?
As you ?fly around the town??
Can you ?shut them up for sure?
When you ?hear an awful bore??
Do your ?BALLS stick out??”

Michael was into his third verse; Kieran decided that it had probably been three boots.

And they had had a great time with Ethan, their twosome becoming an easy threesome. Ethan had flirted so shamelessly with both Michael and Kieran and both had flirted back so furiously, until it got more and more ridiculous, more camp, more queen, and made all three of them burst into riotous laughter.

The taxi finally pulled up. Michael had switched songs. biga escort “Seventh verse, same as the first,” he told the cab driver seriously as he stumbled across the seats across the back of the cab. Luckily, he’d lowered the volume: “I’m Henry the VII I am….” Kieran quietly gave the cabbie Michael’s address. Thankful that it at least wasn’t “Ninety-nine bottles of beer,” Kieran decided he needed to learn something obnoxious that he could use to embarrass Michael at some point in the future.

* * * *

Ethan climbed up the stairs that partitioned the old Victorian into apartments. His was the upstairs apartment, where he had a small bedroom, even smaller sitting room, and a kitchenette. It was quite a feat to get to the top after all Das Boots.

He grinned. He had gone out just to enjoy some good beer and some fun people watching and had unexpectedly ended up finding two friends instead. Two very hot friends. Kieran and Michael were great: funny, smart, intelligent. He couldn’t help the sniggers that were actually suppressed laughter, every time he thought of Michael’s song.

Tired, and not a little bit still drunk, he let himself just fall into bed as he was. Soon he was fast asleep and dreaming….

~ ~ ~ ~

He felt a hand sliding up his leg, slowly over the outside of the pants that he hadn’t bothered to take off before falling into bed. He looked down and saw Michael’s blue eyes capturing his. His cock hardened down the leg of his pants. Michael’s hand continued up his leg and when he reached his length he lightly drew his nails over it, the teasing making him harder and causing him to arch his back and moan.

As Ethan arched his back he realized there was someone behind him. Someone whose hard, naked chest was burning through his shirt. Someone who was biting a trail of kisses from his back, up his neck to that sensitive spot under his ear. Ethan looked back to find Kieran’s dark eyes almost black with passion. He watched him as he dragged his teeth down his neck to that sweet spot between Ethan’s shoulder and his neck, then Kieran bit down hard, leaving a perfect oval of the imprint of his teeth.

Fuck! Ethan swore. His back arched and hips and ass bucked against Kieran’s naked thighs, as his body rode the sweet edge of pleasure and pain.

From below, Michael growled, leather in his teeth. He had decided to undo Ethan’s belt and pants without using his hands, and Ethan’s movements were interrupting his progress.

Ethan focussed all his attentions on watching Michael and his mouth. Well, as much attention as he could with Kieran’s hot, hard body curled around him. Kieran ran his fingers over the flat ridges of Ethan’s stomach up to his lightly defined pecs until he found Ethan’s nipples. His nimble fingers ran circles over and around them, pinching them into hardness. He jerked Ethan’s shirt over his head roughly, and Kieran wrapped himself back against Ethan, flesh to flesh. Kieran ran his fingers up through the light covering of chest hair back up to continue playing with Ethan’s nipple, pinching, teasing, bornova escort making Ethan groan. Kieran’s mouth had continued to be busy. He licked and sucked and bit along Ethan’s neck and shoulder’s, making his way up to his ear. There he traced his tongue along the shell of his ear, following the contours around this sensual spot. Kieran slowly bit down on Ethan’s earlobe until he cried out. Satisfied at the noises and involuntary movements he had wrested from the smaller man, he kept his body against him as he looked down over his shoulder and the show Michael was putting on.

Michael had made quick work of Ethan’s belt, but waited until he had Ethan’s attention to continue further.

Ethan moaned, and was surprised when Kieran grabbed Ethan’s jaw, his hand controlling Ethan’s face, and wrested it back to Kieran’s mouth, eating down the helpless noises Ethan was making. Taking control of his mouth, Kieran worked his lips and tongue and teeth over Ethan’s mouth, claiming him, dominating him. Ethan could only let him, making noises he didn’t know he had in him. Suddenly, Kieran jerked Ethan’s mouth from his, his hand still gripping Ethan’s jaw. Ethan made small noises of desire, trying to reach back to Kieran’s mouth.

Kieran forced Ethan’s head to look down his body, where Michael was watching them from between Ethan’s legs. Michael’s blue eyes had turned midnight with passion and Ethan could feel his hot breath through his pants. teasing his hard cock. Kieran pressed his face against Ethan’s, still holding his head in place, and whispered, “Watch.”

Looking up at both of them, Michael slowly drew his tongue up over Ethan’s cock still trapped beneath his pants. Hearing Ethan moan, he did the same thing again, this time using his teeth to scrape across him with gentle pressure. With the extra stimulation, Ethan moaned, and might have tried to throw his head back, but Kieran’s firm hand forced him to continue watching. Moving up, Michael’s talented tongue had made short work of the button on Ethan’s pants and was slowly drawing the zipper down with his teeth. He worked the elastic of his boxers down over Ethan’s solid erection. Michael locked eyes with Ethan and ran his tongue around the swollen head of his cock, tasting and smearing the dripping pre-come around it.

Smirking, Michael took his time licking & nibbling Ethan’s cock as Ethan squirmed and made desperate noises. With an evil smile Michael took him into his mouth and began to slide Ethan’s not inconsiderable length into his mouth. Ethan felt the head of his cock hit the back of Michael’s throat. Ethan groaned as Michael used this stopping point to run over the head of Ethan’s cock again & again. When Michael finally, slowly, pulled his mouth off of him, he let spit trails connect him to Ethan’s cock. Again it was only Kieran’s fingers that kept Ethan from throwing his head back in ecstasy.

Using the thick spit he had gained as lube, Michael encircled his thumb and fingers around Ethan’s cock. Michael worked Ethan’s cock in and out of his mouth. He wasn’t taking him as deep anymore but the suction was incredible. As Michael moved up and down, his fingers followed, using a twisting motion that reached the entire length of Ethan’s cock. He had never felt anything like it. Mesmerized Ethan watched Michael, hands clenched in his hair, trying to hold back. He cried out – And sat straight up in bed.

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The main street of Brush Creek was deserted now and the snow was not so much falling as blowing straight down, with occasional shifts to a horizontal direction when a strong gust of wind came along. Alex and Rob located the Melody Inn behind the McDonalds and got the Blazer into the unplowed parking lot with some difficulty. It was one of those old-fashioned motels where you park outside your door, and although it was still afternoon it looked like most of the rooms were occupied. At one end of the building was a small office, and inside the office was a skinny, balding clerk sitting by a portable electric heater with a hand-rolled cigarette in his mouth.

“Well this is yer lucky day, fellers! I got one room left for ya!”

“We need two, actually,” said Alex, gesturing at Rob.

The clerk spit a mote of tobacco on the floor and shook his head. “I just have the one,” he said. “Rest are taken. It’s a decent room, nice and cozy for a couple cowboys like you.” He snickered as if he’d said something funny.

“Why don’t you take it, Alex,” said Rob. “You’ve played good Samaritan enough for one day. I’ll find someplace else to stay.”

“You’re crazy. There isn’t any place else to stay in this God-forsaken town.” The assessment was confirmed by the clerk, who gave an expressionless shrug. “We can split the cost if it makes you feel better.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind sharing a room with me?” Rob asked hesitantly.

“I think it’ll work out,” said Alex.

Alex paid for one night with his credit card and retrieved his suitcase from the Blazer. When they entered their room, they discovered that the clerk had failed to mention one little detail, although under the circumstances it probably wouldn’t have made any difference in their decision: the room had only one bed. And it was a standard size double bed, which would be cramped enough for a married couple let alone two men. Rob and Alex looked at the bed and laughed.

“What do we do now?” asked Alex.

“I guess I could sleep on the floor,” said Rob reluctantly.

“Watch out for rattlesnakes,” said Alex.

Rob looked up in alarm. “Are you serious? Are there snakes here?”

Alex punched Rob on the arm and laughed. “I’ve got some soap and mouthwash if you need it,” he said, rummaging through his suitcase. “Toothpaste. Shampoo. Snake repellant.”

“You must have been a boy scout,” said Rob.

“Yeah. I’ve got an extra pair of underwear, too, balçova escort if you need it. May be too big for you.”

Rob laughed.

Once again Alex noticed that Rob was watching him as if he were waiting for something. It made Alex a little uncomfortable. “Listen, Rob, let me get something out of the way. I don’t have any problem with your being gay or whatever.. . . in case you were wondering.”

“I didn’t think so,” said Rob. “You seemed pretty cool about it.”

“I know some guys would have a hard time handling it, but it doesn’t bother me.” As Alex said this he walked to the window and looked at the snow mounding up on the cars in the parking lot. “Actually, when I was younger I was a little curious about gay stuff,” he added.

“What do you mean?” asked Rob.

Alex kept looking outside. “Jeez, it’s kind of embarrassing,” he said. “I don’t know why I brought it up. I never told anybody this before. Anyway, I was just curious — you know? When I was in high school I had a friend who was gay. We talked about it sometimes. I used to wonder what it would be like, to be like him.” His voice trail off and he cleared his throat. “Listen, I’m just rambling. I didn’t mean to start talking about that crap. Just forget I said anything about it.”

Rob sat on the edge of the bed and watched Alex thoughtfully. “I don’t want to piss you off or anything. I mean, we hardly know each other. But can I ask you a personal question?”

“I suppose.”

“Did you ever do anything with your friend?”

“Do what?” Alex was flustered.

“Hook up. Fool around.”

“No!”

“Did you ever want to?”

“Huh?” Alex’s breath caught in his chest. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation! He didn’t like talking about such personal things, but there was something about Rob that made him want to open up. It was weird. And anyway, they’d probably never see each other again after this blizzard, so why should he lie? “Look,” he said abruptly, “I’d be a liar if I said I never thought about it. Yeah, I thought about it. But I liked girls, and I ended up getting married.”

Rob nodded. “I had a feeling about you when you picked me up this afternoon.”

Alex now turned from the window. “You had a feeling about me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I dunno. I guess it was the way you looked at me or something. I thought you might be interested.”

Alex shook his head. bandırma escort “Sorry, dude, I can’t go there.”

Rob rubbed his chin. “Look. I believe in laying all the cards out on the table, okay? I know we don’t know each other very well, but I was never good at hiding things so I’m just going to put it out there. No offense, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I think you’re hotter than hell. I’d hook up with you anytime.”

Alex’s felt a knot in his stomach as if somebody had punched him. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or angry, but either way he figured the conversation was going in the wrong direction. “I’m married,” he repeated. “I don’t cheat on my wife.”

“To tell the truth, I think married guys are the hottest. And I have a boyfriend back home, too. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do,” said Rob.

“Oh Jeezus!” Alex was too embarrassed to meet Rob’s eyes now and he was running out of things to say.

Rob got up from the bed and Alex knew he was standing nearby, but he kept staring out the window. Snow was covering all the familiar objects outside and the whole landscape looked different. Everything was grey and blurry Even the light was different. It was strange how a snow storm changed everything.

“They say no two snowflakes are exactly alike,” said Rob.

Abruptly Alex turned to his younger companion. “I thought it would go away, you know. But it didn’t. Even after seven years of marriage. I probably never should have gotten married in the first place. I never had the guts to do anything about it.”

Rob put his hand out and gently touched Alex’s forearm. “You have great arms, you know that? You must work out a lot.” Then he added: “There’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just who you are.”

Rob kicked off one of his running shoes, and then the other, and stood beside Alex in his stocking feet.

“What are you going to do?” asked Alex.

Rob shrugged and pulled his navy blue sweater over his head, shivering as he pulled his arms from the sleeves. “Jeez, it’s cold in here! I guess we were lucky to find this place but it sorta reminds me of that Alfred Hitchcock movie.”

“Psycho?” asked Alex.

“Yeah. The motel where the crazy guy stabs the chick in the shower and blood goes everywhere.”

Alex shivered and drew the drapes closed.

“I doubt anyone’s watching,” said Rob. “Who cares anyway? Nobody knows us here.” He unfastened bayraklı escort his leather belt and let the ends hang down from the loops of his jeans. Alex was staring now and Rob knew it. He reached slowly for his zipper. It made a little ratchety noise as the fly opened. Then he pushed his jeans down over his hips and kicked them down to the floor so that he was standing in his white cotton briefs. “Brrr. We gotta turn the heat up in here!”

Alex knew it was impolite to stare but he couldn’t help it. Rob had an amazingly beautiful body, like one of those Olympic athletes that the Greeks made statues of. His arms and legs were solid muscle, his stomach was flat and his waist as slim as a runner’s. In the dim light of the motel room his skin seemed to glow like marble.

“So, what do you think?” asked Rob.

Alex had to clear his throat. He voice was shaky. “Pretty nice,” he whispered.

Rob looked up into Alex’s eyes. “Your wife is never going to know, dude. Nobody in the world will know. It’s just between you and me, okay?”

Alex shut his eyes and sighed. How many times had he secretly fantasized about an encounter like this? How many times had he tossed and turned in his bed, battling thoughts of naked men that made him feel so ashamed? And now this gorgeous young hunk was standing here taking off his clothes, daring Alex to look!

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” said Rob, “You can look. You can touch, too, if you want.”

With a slight, teasing smile the young man stepped closer and brushed the front of his body against Alex. Alex felt something hard touch his thigh. Oh God, he thought: Was this really happening?

“You’re getting me hard, man,” murmured Rob. Indeed, Alex could see that Rob was aroused. His erection was pushing out the front of his briefs. “You want to touch it?”

With his heart pounding wildly, Alex reached down and touched the elastic waistband of Rob’s briefs with his fingertips. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Men weren’t supposed to do this kind of thing with other men. But he didn’t seem to have any self control.

“I’m here for you, man,” murmured Rob. “Go ahead, it feels good!”

Alex put the palm of his hand against Rob’s crotch and felt the hard knob there. At the same time, Rob reached out and cupped his hand over Alex’s zipper. Instantly Alex felt his penis pulse inside his shorts. Rob had barely touched him but it felt like an electric charge.

“Oh Jeezus,” Alex groaned. He grabbed Rob’s wrist and held it tight. He was going to push him away, but his muscles seemed frozen.

“You can’t ever tell anyone about this!” he whispered.

And still grasping the younger man’s wrist, he pulled him closer.

* * *

(To be continued)

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Es war schon spät als Andreas wach in seinem Bett lag. Ein Blick auf die leuchtende Anzeige der digitalen Uhr seiner Stereoanlage verriet ihm, dass es 23:42h war. In seinem Zimmer war es dunkel und er war nicht etwa deswegen wach weil er noch gelesen hätte oder ähnliches. Was ihn wach hielt waren die Geräusche, die aus dem Zimmer neben seinem kamen.

Andreas konnte hören wie seine Mutter es sich selbst besorgte.

‘Sie macht es sich wahrscheinlich wieder mit ihrem Dildo…’ dachte er bei sich.

Mit dieser Vermutung hatte er Recht. Er konnte sich nur nicht ganz erklären warum das in letzter Zeit immer häufiger vor kam. Es war ihm klar, dass seine Mutter seit der Scheidung, die nun schon 2 Jahre zurück lag, alleine gewesen war. Nun ja, alleine bis auf ihn natürlich. Andreas war bei seiner Mutter geblieben nachdem sein Vater weggezogen war mit seiner neuen Lebensgefährtin, was allerdings nicht zu bedeuten hatte, dass er ein schlechtes Verhältnis zu seinem Vater gehabt hätte, sondern, dass er ganz einfach nicht aus seinem Heimatort weg wollte wo doch seine Schule und seine Freunde da waren.

Nicht lange nach der Scheidung schien sich allerdings das Verhalten seiner Mutter ihm gegenüber zu ändern. Er konnte nicht genau sagen was es war aber im Großen und Ganzen schien sie sich mehr und mehr um ihn zu kümmern und ihn zu umsorgen. Er dachte sich, dass das wohl klar wäre, dass sie ihm jetzt soviel Aufmerksamkeit widmete nachdem sie nur noch zu zweit waren. Es störte ihn auch nicht, schließlich profitierte er davon.

Seit Andreas’ 18. Geburtstag, der nun 3 Monate her war, gab es noch eine weitere Änderung in Sybilles Verhalten. Mit zunehmender Häufigkeit war sie nachts am masturbieren. Andreas tat es aber ab als normales Verhalten einer gesunden Frau, die es hin und wieder mal braucht. Was ihn jedoch wunderte war warum es seit seiner Volljährigkeit mehr wurde. Er fragte sich ob es etwas mit ihm zu tun haben könnte.

Andreas ließ sich diesen Gedanken durch den Kopf gehen während er hören konnte wie seine Mutter im Zimmer nebenan offenbar ihrem Höhepunkt nahe war. Ihr stöhnen wurde etwas lauter, war aber doch ein wenig unterdrückt, da sie wohl nicht wollte, dass ihr Sohn es mitbekam. Dafür war es allerdings zu spät.

Ein paar Augenblicke später wurde es ruhig. Sybille war offenbar fertig gewesen, was Andreas allerdings nicht von sich behaupten konnte. Das Gestöhne seiner Mutter bescherte ihm einen ordentlichen Ständer.

„Wie soll man da schlafen, verdammt…” murmelte er etwas frustriert vor sich hin.

Zum Wichsen war es ihm bereits zu spät. Er wollte nur endlich einschlafen. Schließlich musste er am nächsten Tag zur Schule. Er drehte sich auf die Seite, schloss seine Augen und schlummerte bald darauf ein.

Als Andreas am nächsten Tag zuhause ankam, nach der Schule, ging er erstmal hinauf in sein Zimmer. Er legte seinen Rucksack in die Ecke und setzte sich auf sein Bett. Die Gedanken der letzten Nacht gingen ihm noch einmal durch den Kopf und er beschloss dem auf den Grund zu gehen. Der einfachste Weg, dachte er, wäre es sie einfach damit zu konfrontieren. Mal sehen was sie sagen würde.

Bis Sybille nach Hause kommen würde waren es noch ein paar Stunden. Sie war Sekretärin in einer größeren Firma und da konnte es manchmal schon ein wenig länger dauern.

Andreas hatte sich inzwischen ataşehir escort Gedanken darüber gemacht wie er vorgehen würde. Nachdem er sich geschwind etwas zu essen aufgewärmt hatte und dieses auch verschlang, ging er wieder in sein Zimmer. Auf seinem Bett liegend wartete er und überlegte. Eine Art Vorfreude stieg in ihm auf.

So gegen 18 Uhr kam dann Sybille heim.

„Hallo Schatz, ich bin da…” rief sie fröhlich ins Haus.

„Ja, ich auch…” bemerkte Andreas etwas scherzhaft.

Er ging die Treppe hinab und sah seine Mutter im Vorzimmer wie sie gerade dabei war ihre Jacke aufzuhängen und aus ihren Schuhen zu steigen. Als Sybille ihn sah streckte sie ihre Arme aus und ging auf ihn zu mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht.

„Einen dicken Schmatz bekommst du jetzt von deiner Mami, mein Großer.” meinte sie.

Sie umarmte ihn und drückte ihm einen festen Kuss auf die linke Wange. Dann sah sie ihn an und bekam einen verwunderten Gesichtsausdruck.

„Ist irgendwas, Liebling?” fragte sie ihn.

Andreas fiel ein, dass er wohl eine nachdenkliche Mine haben musste von den Gedanken, die ihm die ganze Zeit durch den Kopf gingen. Er lächelte ein wenig.

„Bist du vielleicht hungrig?” fragte ihn seine Mutter. „Du hast dir doch die Nudeln aufgewärmt, die ich gestern gemacht habe, oder Schatz?”

„Jaja, die waren gut…”

„Ok, ich hab’ schon gegessen. Ich mache mir nur etwas Kleines. Möchtest du auch noch was?” fragte ihn Sybille als sie in die Küche ging.

„Nein, lass mal…”

Er ging seiner Mutter hinterher in die Küche und setzte sich auf einen Stuhl. Während sie so am hantieren war sah sich Andreas seine Mutter mal von oben bis unten an. Sie war gut gekleidet, fiel ihm auf, was aber zu ihrem Beruf einfach dazugehörte. Es war ein schlichtes aber elegantes Outfit. Ein schwarzer Rock, der, bis zu den Knien gehend, weder zu kurz noch zu lang war und dazu eine weiße Bluse, die leicht verführerisch nicht ganz bis oben zugeknöpft war. Außerdem hatte sie schwarze Strümpfe an. Andreas fragte sich ob sie wohl eine Strumpfhose oder halterlose Strümpfe trug. Sybille musste wohl seine Blicke gespürt haben, denn sie drehte sich zu ihm um und sah ihn an. Sie strich sich mit einer Hand durch ihr offenes, dunkelblondes Haar und sah Andreas an mit ihren hübschen blauen Augen.

„Was denn…?” kam es von ihr.

„Ach nichts, ich seh’ dich nur so an…” meinte er.

„Und? Was siehst du da so…?”

„Na dich, was denn sonst.” sagte er mit einem Lächeln.

Sybille sah ihn etwas länger an. Dann drehte sie sich wieder um und bereitete weiter ihren kleinen Snack zu.

Andreas ergriff die Gelegenheit. Er wollte erstmal sehen wie seine Mutter auf seine Fragen reagieren würde.

„Da ist doch etwas…” sagte er.

„Hm? Was denn, Schatz?”

„Weil ich dich gerade so angesehen hab’ … trägst du … trägst du eigentlich eine Strumpfhose oder halterlose Strümpfe?”

Sybille war sichtlich überrascht von dieser Frage aber so ungewöhnlich war sie ja nun auch wieder nicht, dachte sie.

„Äh … ich trage halterlose … wieso fragst du?”

„Ach nur so aus Neugier.” meinte er.

Sybille wollte sich wieder umdrehen und mit dem Essen weitermachen als Andreas nachhakte.

„Kann ich sie mal sehen?”

Sybille hörte nun auf sich escort ataşehir mit dem Essen zu beschäftigen. Sie drehte sich zu Andreas um und schaute ihn an.

„Ja aber du siehst sie doch, da unten an meinen Beinen…”

„Nein, ich meine da wo sie oben aufhören.” sagte er.

„Und wie stellst du dir das vor?”

„Heb’ einfach deinen Rock ein wenig an und zeig sie mir.” kam es jetzt ein wenig bestimmter von ihm.

Sybille sah ihn nur an, zögerte kurz aber gab dann schließlich nach.

„Na wenn du meinst…” kam es scheinbar etwas widerspenstig von ihr.

Andreas’ Mutter zog ihren Rock langsam nach oben bis die Enden ihrer halterlosen Strümpfe zum Vorschein kamen. Dabei konnte Andreas einen guten Blick auf ihre schlanken Beine werfen. Für ihr Alter von 39 war seine Mutter gut in Form.

„Na, genug gesehen, der Herr?” fragte Sybille etwas scherzhaft.

„Ja, sehen klasse aus, kannst den Rock wieder runter geben.”

Sybille wurde ein wenig rot.

„War’s das? Oder möchtest du auch noch sehen wie mein BH aussieht…” sagte sie mit einer aufgesetzt genervten Mine.

„Dazu komme ich noch.” meinte er mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht. „Vorher würde ich noch gerne über etwas Anderes mit dir reden.”

„Und was?”

„Mir ist aufgefallen, dass du es dir in letzter Zeit immer öfter selbst machst. Letzte Nacht zum Beispiel war ich noch wach und da hab’ ich es … mitbekommen.” sagte er jetzt einfach frei heraus.

Sybilles Augen waren weit und ihr Mund stand offen.

„Oh nein, du hast mich gehört?” sie wurde rot und vergrub ihr Gesicht in ihren Händen.

„Naja, es war kaum zu überhören. Du hast schon ganz schön gestöhnt…”

Andreas’ Mutter wusste nicht wohin sie schauen sollte.

„Es tut mir Leid…” sagte sie leise.

„Ist schon gut … aber wie kommt es, dass es mehr geworden ist … in letzter Zeit? Es hat doch nicht etwa was mit mir zu tun, oder?”

„Was? … Wie kommst du denn darauf? … also ich … ach, ich weiß es nicht …”

Andreas wollte es nun wissen.

„Hm, ich glaube schon, dass du es weisst, Mutter. Seit dem mein Vater, dein Mann, weg ist, hattest du es nicht mehr, nicht wahr? Und jetzt leben nur wir beide in diesem Haus, nur du und ich. Was geht dir durch den Kopf, Mutter?”

Sybille sah Andreas an. Sie fühlte sich ertappt.

„Nein, das kann ich dir nicht sagen, mein Sohn.”

„Wenn du es nicht sagen kannst, kann ich es. Der Gedanke, dass nur wir zwei in diesem Haus leben, ein Mann und eine Frau, hat in dir … Bedürfnisse geweckt, stimmt’s?”

„Ja, du hast ja Recht … und ich schäme mich deswegen so …” gab Sybille zu.

„Du schämst dich weil sich deine Bedürfnisse auf mich beziehen, nicht wahr? Wenn du es dir selbst machst in der Nacht, dann denkst du dabei an mich, oder?”

Sybilles Herzschlag wurde schneller und sie fühlte eine Hitze in sich aufsteigen.

„Können wir dieses Gespräch bitte beenden?” bat sie.

Andreas trat näher an seine Mutter heran und sah ihr in die Augen.

„Nein, nein, ich will das jetzt wissen. Schließlich geht es dabei ja auch um mich. Ich hab’ ja wohl das Recht das zu erfahren. Also, wenn du dir in der Nacht deinen Dildo reinschiebst, dann denkst du dabei an meinen Schwanz, ist es nicht so?”

Der Ausdruck in Sybilles Gesicht war ein gequälter. ataşehir escort bayan Man konnte sehen, dass sie nicht wusste, was sie sagen sollte. Andreas hatte hingegen eine Art müdes Grinsen im Gesicht.

„Dein Schweigen ist auch eine Antwort. Das ist dir doch klar, oder?” bemerkte Andreas.

„Bitte, versteh’ doch, es ist für mich nicht leicht. Wie du schon gesagt hast, ich … hab’ es einfach schon lange nicht mehr gemacht.”

„Na siehst du, geht doch. Ich will dir nur helfen, so, dass du es dir endlich eingestehst. Komm, setz’ dich. Ich finde, wir sollten uns gründlich darüber unterhalten.” meinte Andreas.

Sybille setzte sich langsam auf einen der Küchenstühle, gegenüber von Andreas.

„Wie lange hast du denn schon deine mütterlichen Gelüste?” fragte er sie.

„Ich … ich weiß es nicht genau …”

„Mir scheint, es ist so seit dem ich 18 geworden bin. Ich bin jetzt erwachsen, kein Kind mehr, und seit dem dir das klar ist bist du geil auf mich.” sagte er.

Sybille schaute nur auf den Küchentisch. Sie wollte im Boden versinken.

„Wie du meinst, mein Sohn, wie du meinst…” kam es leise von ihr.

„Ich sehe, es bereitet dir Schwierigkeiten darüber zu reden. Also werde ich dir eine andere Möglichkeit bieten dich mir mitzuteilen. Ich werde reden, du musst nur nicken oder den Kopf schütteln, alles klar?”

Sybille sah Andreas an und nickte.

„Wenn du masturbierst, denkst du dabei an mich?” fragte er.

Sie schloss die Augen und musste nicken.

„Du liegst also da, mit gespreizten Beinen in deinem Bett, steckst dir deinen Dildo rein und stellst dir vor wie ich dich ficke?”

Sybille fing leicht an zu zittern, aber sie nickte.

„Was noch? Stellst du dir auch vor wie es wäre meinen Schwanz zu blasen?”

Sybilles Atmung war nun etwas schneller. Sie leckte sich über die Lippen. Es dauerte ein wenig aber schließlich nickte sie.

„Und hattest du diese Gedanken auch schon früher in Bezug auf mich?”

Plötzlich riss sie die Augen auf. Sie musste einige male blinzeln und dann schüttelte sie heftig den Kopf.

„Schon gut, schon gut…” meinte Andreas zur Beruhigung.

Nach einer kurzen Bedenkzeit äußerte er sich.

„Also, ich denke es liegt auf der Hand was wir tun sollten.” meinte er.

Sybille traute sich langsam wieder etwas zu sagen.

„Was? Was sollten wir tun?” fragte sie.

„Wir sollten es miteinander tun. Ich rede von Sex. Da haben wir beide was davon.”

„Also ich … weiß nicht …” meinte Sybille.

„Ach was komm, jetzt erzähl mir nichts. Ich werde heute Abend zu dir in dein Zimmer kommen. Ich will, dass du dann bereit bist für mich.” kam es von Andreas.

Er stand auf und wollte schon gehen als ihm noch etwas einfiel. Da blieb er stehen und drehte sich nochmal um zu seiner Mutter.

„Jetzt hätte ich es fast vergessen. Weisst du noch was du mich vorhin gefragt hast, ob ich deinen BH sehen will? Also, jetzt will ich ihn sehen.” sagte Andreas mit einem Grinsen.

„Das auch noch…” kam es etwas resigniert von Sybille.

„Komm, knöpf deine Bluse auf und zeig ihn mir.”

Sybille sah nun einfach keinen Sinn mehr darin sich vor ihrem Sohn zu verschließen. Sie sah Andreas an während sie langsam ihre Bluse aufknöpfte. Als alle Knöpfe geöffnet waren machte sie die Bluse auf und Andreas hatte einen freien Blick auf den BH seiner Mutter. Es war ein weißer BH mit ein wenig Spitze dran, der von Sybilles Titten prall ausgefüllt war.

„Nicht schlecht, nicht schlecht…” meinte Andreas. „Also, bis nachher dann.”

Er drehte sich um und ging in sein Zimmer.

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Der restliche Nachmittag verlief ohne Besonderheiten.

Stefan und Marion gingen am frühen Abend noch in den Jugendclub wo sie auch Jürgen trafen. Katja und Monika kamen später auch noch, nachdem sie ihren Stadtbummel beendet hatten. An diesem Abend wurden die Vorbereitungen für das gemeinsame Zeltlager fortgeführt, das in der zweiten Hälfte der Sommerferien stattfinden sollte. Nach einigem Blödsinn und ein paar Flaschen Bier machten sich alle 5 gegen 22:00 gemeinsam auf den Heimweg. Unterwegs kam Monika sich doch irgendwie wie das 5. Rad am Wagen vor, weil sie ständig darauf warten musste, das sich die beiden Pärchen zwischen ihrer Knutscherei auch mal wieder vorwärts bewegten. Nach einigen rührenden Abschiedsszenen die unter Monikas genervten Blicken stattfanden, waren dann doch alle zuhause angekommen.

Nachdem Katja und Stefan noch eine halbe Stunde bei ihren Eltern im Wohnzimmer gesessen hatten gingen alle schlafen.

Stefan lag noch länger wach und als er sicher war, dass seine Eltern eingeschlafen waren, stand er auf und schlich sich ins Zimmer seiner Schwester. Katja schlief fest. Er hörte ihren gleichmäßigen Atem und setzte sich vorsichtig auf ihre Bettkante ohne sie aufzuwecken. Stefan überlegte, eigentlich wollte er mit seiner Schwester über die Sache mit dem Slip reden und sich bei ihr entschuldigen. Aber vielleicht sollte er einfach wieder gehen. Er nahm seinen Mut zusammen und rüttelte Katja leicht an der Schulter.

„Mmmmmmmh”, brummte Katja unwillig und schaltete ihre Leselampe ein.

Beide blinzelten und mussten sich erst kurz an das Licht gewöhnen.

„Muss das sein, warum weckst Du mich?”

„Ich wollte mich entschuldigen, weil ich mit deinem Slip …, na du weist schon”, stammelte Stefan.

„Okay, schon verziehen und jetzt lass mich schlafen”, bekam er zur Antwort.

Katja rollte sich auf die Seite und drehte ihrem Bruder den Rücken zu, in der Hoffnung, dass sie nun weiterschlafen könne.

„Und du wirst es keinem verraten?”

Jetzt war Katja an der Reihe zu stottern.

„Nein, …, ich werde es Papa und Mama nicht sagen.”

Katja setzte sich im Bett auf, schaute ihren Bruder an und wurde knallrot im Gesicht.

„Du hast es schon erzählt”, stellte Stefan erschrocken fest.

„Ja, aber nur Monika”, gab seine Schwester kleinlaut zu.

Stefan ataşehir escort war geschockt. Er wusste, wenn Monika etwas wusste würde sie es auch ihrer Schwester erzählen und dann war er seine Freundin wahrscheinlich los.

Katja schämte sich, dass sie heute Mittag alles doch leichtfertig ausgeplaudert hatte.

Sie nahm ihren Bruder beim Arm und sagte: „Wird schon nicht so schlimm werden, deine Marion lässt auch nichts umkommen.”

Stefan schaute sie fragend an.

„Oje schon wieder verplappert”, dachte sich Katja und überlegte kurz.

Sie würde Stefan von Marion und Monika erzählen, dass Marion sich auch von Jürgen zumindest die Möse fingern lässt, würde sie noch für sich behalten. Da wollte sie mit ihrem Freund erstmal alleine ein Hühnchen rupfen.

„Naja, also Marion treibt es ja auch mit ihrer Schwester, da wird sie dir doch auch mal ein bisschen Spass gönnen?”

Stefan war verblüfft. „Das hat Monika dir erzählt? Sag mal über was unterhaltet ihr euch den noch so?”

Jetzt ritt Katja der Teufel und sie erzählte Stefan über was sie und Monika sich am Nachmittag im Bad alles unterhalten hatten und nebenbei erwähnte sie auch noch die lesbischen Spiele mit ihrer Freundin.

Stefan hatte gespannt zugehört und stellte jetzt fest.

„Also ich habe eine lesbische Freundin die es mit ihrer Schwester treibt, ich selbst habe eine lesbische Schwester, die ganz nebenbei auch noch mit mir gerne mal vögeln möchte. Hab ich alles verstanden oder gibt es sonst noch was?”

Katja hatte beim erzählen wieder die volle Kontrolle über sich selbst bekommen, sie war sich jetzt im Klaren darüber, dass sie ihren Bruder wollte.

Sie lächelte Stefan an und sagte: „Ich würde lesbisch jetzt einfach durch bi ersetzen, ansonsten musst du damit zukünftig alleine fertig werden.”

Sie hatte es schon vorher gesehen, die Erzählung war an ihrem Bruder nicht spurlos vorübergegangen. Seine Boxershorts standen schon länger verdächtig von seinem Körper ab. Während Stefan sie verblüfft anstarrte, griff Katja sich seinen Schwanz und begann ihn durch den Stoff der Shorts zu massieren.

Stefan war ziemlich verblüfft von dem was ihm da jetzt passierte, als er in Katjas Zimmer gegangen war hatte er mit einer Gardinenpredigt wegen heute Nachmittag gerechnet. Jedoch nicht damit, escort ataşehir dass sich die Sache am Ende so entwickeln würde und sich nun seine eigene Schwester eifrig an seinem Schwanz zu schaffen machte.

Stefan legte sich genüsslich auf dem Bett zurück und schob eine Hand unter das T-Shirt von Katja und versuchte sich dort zu ihren Brüsten vorzustreicheln. Die protestierte jedoch. „Komm, lass mal. Wir können jetzt hier nicht übereinander herfallen. Wenn unsere Eltern das mitkriegen geht wahrscheinlich die Welt unter.

Ich hol Dir jetzt noch einen runter, damit Du besser schlafen kannst und dann verziehst Du Dich wieder. Der Rest muss leider warten bis wir sturmfreie Bude haben.” Stefan murrte zwar etwas, ergab sich dann aber in sein Schicksal und konzentrierte sich darauf nicht zu schnell abzuspritzen, während seine Schwester seinen Ständer immer schneller durch den Stoff seiner Boxershorts wichste.

Katja war beeindruckt, das Stefan sich so gut unter Kontrolle hatte, wollte das Ganze jetzt aber doch zum Ende bringen. Sie wichste den Bolzen schneller, bis sie merkte wie er zu zucken begann und ihre Hand feucht wurde, als sein Sperma die Hose durchtränkte.

Stefan hatte sich ganz schön anstrengen müssen und die Zähne zusammengebissen, um ja keinen verdächtigen Ton von sich zu geben, als Katja es ihm besorgte. Nachdem er sich von seinem Orgasmus erholt hatte, stand er auf, gab seinem Schwesterherz ein Gutenachtküsschen und verzog sich. „Beim nächsten Mal will ich aber auch was davon haben”, flüsterte Katja ihm noch hinterher.

In seinem Zimmer angekommen wechselte er die Hose, die vollgespritzte Shorts versteckte er erstmal unter seinem Bett. Dann legte er sich schlafen.

Katja lag jetzt allein in ihrem Bett und wusste, dass sie nun erstmal ihre eigene Geilheit loswerden musste ehe sie einschlafen konnte. Während sie an ihrer rechten Hand schnupperte, die intensiv nach Stefans Sperma roch, welches sie gerade aus ihm herausgemolken hatte, glitt ihre linke Hand in ihr Höschen und kraulte die kurz gestutzten Schamhaare. „Wie sich das wohl anfühlt, wenn das alles glatt rasiert ist”, dachte sie. Sie leckte an ihren Fingern. Das Aroma von Stefans Sperma machte sie noch geiler. Sie liess die Finger zwischen ihre Beine wandern und fühlte den heissen Schleim der aus ihrer Möse sickerte. ataşehir escort bayan Katja steckte den Mittelfinger tief in ihr Loch, das sich sofort gierig um den Besucher klammerte und in festhalten wollte. Langsam zog sie den Finger wieder heraus und widmete sich kurz ihrer Lustperle. Dann hob sie ihr Becken an und schob ihre Hand tiefer zwischen die Beine, bis ihr Mittelfinger an ihren Anus stiess, der von ihren auslaufenden Säften schön glitschig und geschmeidig war. Sie kreiste mit der Fingerspitze ein wenig um ihre Rosette und schob dann den halben Finger in ihren engen Hintereingang. Ihr Arschloch zog sich immer wieder um den Finger zusammen als sie sich mit diesem langsam fickte. Ihr war klar, dass sie jetzt dringend einen Orgasmus brauchte bevor sie vollständig durchdrehte und das ganze Haus zusammenschrie.

Sie zog den Finger aus ihrem Arsch und schob sich dann gleich Zeige- und Mittelfinger tief in ihr nasses Fötzchen. Kraftvoll wühlte sie mit beiden Fingern in ihrer glitschigen Dose und massierte mit dem Daumen ihren Kitzler. Mit der anderen Hand drückte sie sich ihr Kopfkissen ins Gesicht und biss hinein als ihr Orgasmus sie überkam.

Nachdem ihre Zuckungen abgeklungen waren zog sie ihre klitschnasse Hand zwischen den Beinen heraus und begann ihren eigenen Saft abzulecken.

Katja stutzte. Sicher hat sie sich schon oft selbst befriedigt, aber sie hatte dabei noch nie ihren eigenen Saft abgeleckt. Das hatte sie am Nachmittag bei Moni gesehen, dass die sich genüsslich die Finger ableckte, nachdem sie Katjas Möse durchgefingert hatte. Ihr wurde klar, dass sie heute insgesamt mit drei Leuten Sex hatte. Heute morgen, nach der Schule, hatte ihr Freund Jürgen sie gevögelt, dabei wurden sie von ihrem Bruder gestört, den sie später beim onanieren mit ihrem Slip ertappte. Anschliessend hatte sie mit ihrer besten Freundin ihr erstes lesbisches Erlebnis und vorhin hatte sie noch ihren Bruder gewichst. Sich selbst an der eigenen Dose rumspielen war Standard und wurde nicht mitgezählt.

Als sie völlig fertig, aber wunderbar entspannt auf ihrem Bett lag, musste sie an Moni denken, die sie als Sexmonster bezeichnet hatte, als sie ihr beim anziehen noch mal die frisch rasierte Pussy streicheln wollte. Sie musste grinsen und dachte darüber nach was man am nächsten Tag wohl anstellen könne. Sie hatte morgen den ganzen Vormittag Zeit sich etwas auszudenken, da die Schulabgänger frei hatten.

Alle anderen mussten entweder zur Schule oder gingen arbeiten.

Zufrieden drehte sie sich um und schlief ein.

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Mein 40. Geburtstag

Die bisher beteiligten Personen, vielleicht kommen noch einige hinzu:

Silvia, Mutter und Geburtstagskind, Erzählerin, 39 Jahre

Georg, Ehemann und Vater, 40 Jahre

Daniel Sohn von Silvia und Georg, 20 Jahre

Sabine Tochter von Silvia und Georg, 19 Jahre

Sandra, Schwester von Silvia, Mutter, 39 Jahre

Karl, Ehemann und Vater, 42 Jahre

Andrea Tochter von Sandra und Karl, 19 Jahre

Jens, Sohn von Karl und Sandra, 18 Jahre

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Morgen ist ein großer Tag für mich, mein 40 Geburtstag. Die Tage war ich schon richtig aufgedreht und immer wieder geil, wenn ich nur an diesen Tag dachte. Mehrmals am Tag machte ich es mir selbst um wieder runter zu kommen.

Von meiner Familie hatte ich mir als Geburtstags-Geschenk 40 Orgasmen gewünscht.

An meinem 39 Geburtstag hatte ich von so etwas noch nicht einmal geträumt. Aber es war in der Zwischenzeit viel geschehen und ich bereue es nicht, obwohl einige meiner Taten direkt ins Gefängnis führen, sollten sie je publik werden.

Natürlich war ich mehr als nur neugierig, ob und wie mir meine geile Bitte erfüllt werden würde. Einige Tage nachdem ich meinen Männern, ich nannte sie so, obwohl einer mein Sohn Daniel, und der andere Georg, mein angetrauter Ehemann war, meinen Wunsch kundtat, teilten sie mir mit, dass sie alles daransetzen würden um meine Sehnsucht zu erfüllen, und vielleicht noch einige Überraschungen für mich parat hätten.

Um alle Vorbereitungen treffen zu können, baten sie mich, die hinteren Kellerräume unseres Hauses in den noch verbleibenden Tagen nicht mehr zu betreten, da es sich ja um eine Überraschung handeln sollte.

Diesen Gefallen konnte ich meinen Männer leicht erweisen, aber als sie mir dann auch noch todernst erklärten, dass sich mich bis dahin nicht mehr ficken würden, begann ich daran zu zweifeln ob meine Idee wirklich so gut war. Immerhin waren es zu diesem Zeitpunkt noch 10 Tage bis zum Geburtstag.

Meine Frage nach dem warum quittierten beide mit einem Lächeln, dem mein Mann noch ein:” Damit du auch richtig geil bist und keine Widerrede” hinzufügte.

Als ob ich das nötig hätte.

Geil war ich ohne Ende und es wurde anscheinend immer schlimmer.

Aber das war nicht immer so gewesen.

Langeweile

Georg war und ist mein Traummann. Es war Liebe auf den ersten Blick, ihm erging es genauso. Als ich meine Jungfernschaft an ihn verlor, war es klar das wir heiraten und zusammen Kinder haben wollten. Das „bis der Tod euch scheidet” ist uns bis heute heilig.

Unsere Bekannten und Freunde bezeichnen uns auch heute noch als das Traumpaar.

Georg ist 1,82 m groß, schlank, hellblond, ich selbst bin 1,69m, blond, 55 kg, 95/60/90, ich glaube, mein Busen verliert langsam gegen die Schwerkraft, Gott sei Dank sehen meine Männer das ganz anders.

Nach der Heirat waren wir ein ganz normales, sehr verliebtes Ehepaar und fickten sooft und wo wir nur konnten. Nach der Geburt von Daniel, ein Jahr darauf kam Sabine, wurde unser Sexleben immer eintöniger. Aus 7 Mal die Woche, wurde 1x im Monat und es machte nicht mal mehr richtig Spaß.

Natürlich versuchten wir unser Sexleben wieder aufzupeppen.

Anfangs kauften wir uns einige Pornofilme im Erotikshop, die wir uns dann zuhause anschauten. Alle möglichen und unmöglichen Spielarten des Pornos versuchten wir,

wobei ich vor allem bei lesbischen Szenen und Pinkelspielen richtig geil wurde, mein Mann, mochte es, wenn es mehrere Kerle einer Frau in alle Löcher richtig besorgten. Meine Vorlieben behielt ich aber für mich, sodass wir zwar noch manchmal Pornofilme schauten, die uns auch zum Sex animierten, aber auf Dauer auch nicht den richtigen Schwung in unser Liebesleben brachten.

Mehrere Besuche im Swingerclub überzeugten uns davon, das wir viel zu eifersüchtig sind um mit wildfremden Menschen rumzuvögeln. Weder Georg noch ich hatten bei diesen Besuchen ein Erfolgserlebnis.

Auch ein Ausflug in die Welt des BDSM brachte keine Erfolge, da uns die entsprechenden Veranlagungen fehlten, endeten ataşehir escort bayan alle Versuche im Lächerlichen.

Wir lebten also einige Jahre in der sexuellen Langeweile, aber trotzdem als glückliche Familie und hatten uns schon damit abgefunden, dass das bis ans Ende unserer Tage so sein sollte.

Da wir aufgrund unserer finanziellen Situation keiner geregelten Arbeit nachgehen mussten, konnten wir uns ganz auf die Erziehung unserer Kinder und dem Erhalt und der Vergrößerung unseres ererbten Vermögens konzentrieren.

Georg beschäftigte sich mit der Verwaltung unserer Immobilien, während ich mich um die

heranwachsenden Kinder und den Haushalt kümmerte. Haushaltshilfen lehnte ich strikt ab,

lieber zog ich die Kinder zu Haus- und Gartenarbeit heran.

Die einzigen Aufregungen in unserem Leben waren die Erlebnisse und die schulischen Großtaten unserer Kinder, ab und an die Anschaffung einer neuen Immobilie oder eines neuen Wagens. Manchmal kam auch noch Ärger mit den Mietern dazu.

Es war wohl bei einer Geburtstagfeier meines Schwagers, Karl als mein Mann in feuchtfröhlicher Stimmung einige Anspielungen auf unser Sexleben machte, die aber, glaubte ich, in der lauten Runde überhört wurden, jedenfalls gab es keine dummen Kommentare von den anderen Gästen. Es wäre mir doch schon sehr peinlich gewesen, wenn alle erfahren hätten, dass bei uns so gut wie nichts mehr läuft.

Manchmal dachte ich ja es liegt an mir.

Aber leider überhörte meine Schwester Sandra die Sprüche meines Mannes nicht und erkundigte sich am Tag nach der Fete telefonisch voller Sorge bei mir.

Erst wollte ich nicht über unser Liebesleben mit meiner Schwester sprechen, als sie mir aber sagte, dass sie und Karl auch Schwierigkeiten hatten, diese aber erfolgreich gemeistert hatten wurde ich zugänglicher und neugierig.

Ich beantwortete ihre Fragen über den Zustand unserer Ehe und Familie, sowie unsere sexuellen Erfahrungen ehrlich und ausführlich, damit sich Sandra ein genaues Bild machen konnte.

Die Erlebnisse mit den Pornofilmen, unsere Erfahrungen im Swingerclub und auch die lächerlichen BDSM Erfahrungen. Als ich ihr, wahrscheinlich mit hochrotem Kopf erzählte, dass ich bei den Pornofilmen mit lesbischen Inhalten, die Pinkelsachen verschwieg ich ihr, ziemlich scharf wurde, glaubte ich meine Schwester heftig atmen zu hören. Auf meine Nachfrage was denn mit ihr los sei, sagte sie nur: „Glaubst du, deine Erzählungen lassen mich kalt, ich bin auch eine Frau” um dann gleich fortzufahren das es in ihrer Ehe ganz ähnlich gelaufen ist.

Auch mich hatte das Telefonat scharf gemacht, so scharf, dass meine Möse unter Wasser stand und dringend der Slip gewechselt werden musste.

Jetzt wollte ich natürlich wissen, wie sie und Karl ihre Probleme überwunden hätten. Sie drücke herum und wollte nicht mit der Sprache herausrücken. Erst als ich sie richtiggehend bedrängte und ihr drohte die Freundschaft zu kündigen zeigte sie sich bereit, aber nur gegen das Versprechen der hundertprozentigen Verschwiegenheit, mir weiterzuhelfen.

Sie könne zwar nicht einfach so darüber sprechen, wollte mir aber eine DVD zur Verfügung stellen, auf der ich alles sehen könne. Sie habe das auch mit ihrer Familie besprochen und die sei mit ihrem Vorgehen einverstanden. Nochmals bestand sie auf absolute Verschwiegenheit,

auch Georg gegenüber. Ich sollte, nachdem ich mir die DVD angesehen hatte, unbedingt erst mit ihr sprechen, bevor ich etwas anderes tat. Da sie ja in einer ca. 80 km entfernten Stadt wohnte, bat ich sie mir die DVD doch zu schicken, was sie aber rigoros ablehnte. Sie würde mir die DVD bei unserem nächsten Treffen am Samstag bei uns zuhause nur persönlich und sehr diskret übergeben.

Das kam mir ja alles recht komisch und doch geheimnisvoll vor. Überhaupt nicht erfreut war ich, dass sie auch mit Karl, den meinte sie wohl mit Familie, über mein nicht stattfindendes Liebensleben sprach.

Leider musste ich das Telefongespräch abbrechen, da die Kinder aus der Schule nach Hause kamen und ich escort ataşehir nicht vor Daniel und Sabine über das Thema weiterreden wollte.

Die beiden waren ja schon 18, bzw. 19 Jahre alt, aber wer spricht schon gerne über Sexprobleme mit den Kindern. Die beiden waren natürlich aufgeklärt, und ihre Jungfernschaft längst verloren, aber soweit ich wusste hatten beide momentan keine Beziehungen, die Vorbereitung aufs Abitur hatte für beide Priorität.

Vor lauter Neugierde wäre ich am liebsten sofort zu Sandra gefahren und hätte mir DVD geholt, aber mir fiel keine vernünftige Begründung dafür ein. So musste ich also noch 5 lange Tage warten, und stellte mir in dieser Zeit alle für mich zu diesem Zeitpunkt möglichen sexuellen Ausschweifungen vor.

Aber wie das unser Sexleben wieder in Schwung bringen sollte, konnte ich mir nicht vorstellen, da wir ja schon alles versucht hatten.

Der Samstag war für mich mit Essensvorbereitungen und Tischdekoration, wobei mir Sabine zur Hand ging, ausgefüllt. Keine Zeit an die DVD zu denken.

Gegen 15 Uhr kam meine Schwester mit Ihrer Familie bei uns an. Karl 42, Fabrikant, gutaussehend und witzig, Andrea 18 Jahre alt und das Ebenbild ihrer Mutter, noch verstärkt durch die gleiche Art sich zu kleiden. Beide trugen ein kurzes, leichtes Sommerkleid, spitze Pumps und Blazerjacke, man könnte die beiden fast für Schwestern halten.

Jens gerade 18 Jahre alt geworden, ebenso groß wie sein Vater , sportlich, aber eher zurückhaltend, vielleicht sogar etwas schüchtern, aber sehr süß, sicher der Schwarm aller Mädchen an seiner Schule.

Nach der Begrüßung mit Umarmung und Küsschen nahmen wir im Wohnzimmer Platz und ich servierte den Kaffee. Sandra bot mir beim Abräumen ihre Hilfe an, die ich natürlich gerne annahm, da ich hoffte, dass sie die ungestörten Minuten in der Küche zur Übergabe der DVD nutzen wollte. Sandra hatte den gleichen Gedanken und überreichte mir die DVD, die sie aus Ihrer Blazertasche zog mit dem Hinweis, sehr vorsichtig damit umzugehen und unter allen Umständen nur alleine anzuschauen und danach nur mit ihr darüber zu sprechen.

Um meine Nachfragen im Keim zu ersticken drehte sich mit Schwung um die eigene Achse, das Kleid flog hoch und ich konnte ihren nackten Arsch sehen. Meine Schwester trug also keinen Slip, oder sollte ich mich getäuscht haben? Was hat das nur zu bedeuten, warum wurde mir nur so heiß?

Als ich zurück ins Wohnzimmer kam hatten unsere Besucherrinnen die Blazer abgelegt. Ich bemerkte erst durch die andauernden Blicke der Männer, dass sowohl Sandra als auch Andrea keinen BH trugen. Man konnte deutlich die Brustwarzen durch den dünnen Stoff erkennen.

Meine Schwester trug also überhaupt keine Unterwäsche, ob meine Nichte auch auf den Slip verzichtet hatte?

Wir sprachen über alles mögliche, den nächsten gemeinsamen Urlaub, die schulischen Leistungen der Kinder, usw. Daniel und Jens gingen zum Computerspielen in das Zimmer von Daniel, Sabine war es zu heiß, sie wollte sich umziehen und Andrea ihre neuesten Kleidungsstücke zeigen.

Karl und Georg begutachteten den neuen Wagen von Karl, sodass ich mit meiner Schwester alleine im Raum war. Sofort fragte ich natürlich nach ihrer fehlenden Unterwäsche, sie stand auf und zog das Kleid hoch über ihre Hüften, sodass ich deutlich ihre glattrasierte Fotze sehen konnte. Die inneren Schamlippen lugten, wie bei mir auch, etwas nach außen und schimmerten feucht. Das war wohl eine Eigenart unserer Familie. Bei mir wurde aber alles durch einen dichten Pelz verdeckt.

Sie sagte nur: „ Nachdem du die DVD gesehen hast, wirst du es schon verstehen”

Eine weitere Unterhaltung war nicht möglich, da die Mädchen zurückkamen. Sabine trug jetzt einen engen kurzen Rock und eine fast durchsichtige Bluse, deutlicher als bei unseren Besucherrinnen konnte man die Brustwarzen und sogar die Warzenhöfe erkennen. Abgerundet wurde das ganze durch hohe Pumps, die ihre makellosen langen Beine bestens zur Geltung brachten. Wenigstens zeichnete sich unter dem engen Rock ein Slip ab, dachte ich erleichtert. ataşehir escort

Jetzt war ich die einzige Frau mit BH am Tisch.

Kurz dachte ich daran mich auch umzuziehen, aber dann war ich doch zu feige dazu. Was hätte Georg dazu gesagt?

Ich nahm mir vor, ihn später danach zu fragen.

Nach und nach kamen auch die Männer wieder zurück und warfen während des ganzen Abendessen verstohlenen und später auch ganz offene Blicke auf die kaum verhüllten und zur Schau gestellten Brüste der drei Frauen, Sabine hatte sogar noch 2 Knöpfe ihrer Bluse

geöffnet und zeigte sich sehr interessiert an Jens. Darüber würde noch zu reden sein..

Für meine verstecken Titten interessierte sich niemand, das gefiel mir gar nicht, trotzdem war meine Möse nass, ob es den anderen Frauen genauso ging? Und überhaupt was war mit den Männern?

Nachdem wir uns nach dem gelungenen und kurzweiligen Tag herzlichst verabschiedet hatten freute ich mich bereits jetzt auf das verabredete Treffen in 14 Tagen bei meiner Schwester.

Da es schon sehr spät war, verschob ich die Aussprache mit Sabine auf den nächsten Tag und wollte nur noch ins Bett mit Georg. Das Wissen um die Nacktheit meiner Schwester, die

versteckte DVD, die ich erst am Montag anschauen konnte, all das brachte mich in eine Stimmung die ich schon seit Jahren nicht mehr kannte.

Als Georg nackt aus dem Bad ins Schlafzimmer kam, lag ich auf dem Bett und streichelte langsam mit einer Hand durch meinen feuchten Pelz zwischen den Beinen. Auf meine Frage, ob er es gut fände wenn ich mich zwischen den Beinen rasieren würde antwortet er rücksichtsvoll wie immer: „Wenn du es willst, fände ich es gut, aber wie kommst du jetzt darauf”.

Ich erzählte ihm, dass ich das heute bei Sandra gesehen hätte, weil sie keinen Slip trug. Er schaute mich entgeistert an, aber sein Schwanz hatte alles verstanden, denn der stand wie schon lange nicht mehr. Um ihn noch mehr zu verwirren sagte ich noch, dass er während des Essen die ganze Zeit abwechselnd auf die nackten Brüste von Sandra, Andrea und sogar Sabine, seiner Tochter, gestarrt hat und mich keines Blickes gewürdigt habe.

Er antwortet nur, dass es bei den anderen mehr zu sehen gab, worauf ich wütend ausrief: „Dann gehe ich zum nächsten Treffen eben auch halbnackt”.

Sein schon wieder etwas kleiner gewordener Schwanz erhob sich wieder zur vollen Größe.

Das wollte er also.

So angestachelt schob ich mich über ihn und nahm seinen voll erigierten Riemen in den Mund und blies wie wild. Mit der Hand schob ich die Vorhaut bis zum Anschlag zurück und verwöhnte seine pralle, rote Eichel mit meiner Zunge. Nach kurzer Zeit stöhnte er:

„ich spritze” und wollte seinen Schwanz aus meinem Mund ziehen. Aber ich hielt ihn fest und so spritzte er mir das erste Mal die volle Ladung Sperma in den Mund. Ich hatte zwar schon öfter sein Sperma mit der Zungenspitze gekostet, aber bis jetzt abgelehnt zu Schlucken.

Jetzt konnte ich gar nicht genug von dem Zeug kriegen, alles leckte ich sauber, seinen Schwanz, seinen Bauch, meine Finger und es schmeckte köstlich.

Davon wollte ich zukünftig viel mehr haben.

Georg war erschrocken und wollte sich entschuldigen, aber ich fiel ihm ins Wort und keuchte:

„So mein geiler Hengst, du hast deinen Spaß gehabt, jetzt bin ich dran”.

Sein Schwanz stand immer noch, oder schon wieder, steif in die Höhe. Ich kletterte auf ihn und versenkte den Spieß in meiner nassen und gierigen Fotze. Wild stöhnend ritt ich nun zum gemeinsamen Höhepunkt, er spritzte nochmals ab und ich schrie den besten Orgasmus meines bisherigen Lebens hinaus. Nach einigen Minuten der Erholung stieg ich vom Pferd und kümmert mich liebevoll mit dem Mund um seinen Schwanz.

Manchmal wünschte ich mir, er wäre etwas größer.

Nachdem ich alles saubergeleckt hatte, küsste ich Georg auf dem Mund und ließ dabei etwas von unseren Säften in seinen Mund laufen. Er ließ die Flüssigkeit in seinem Mund kreisen wie bei einer Weinprobe, schluckte und erklärte das es super schmeckt, Mösenheimer Spermatrunk.

Er wollte noch mehr dazu sagen, aber ich verschloss ihm den Mund mit einem liebevollem Kuss.

Eng aneinandergekuschelt schliefen wir ein, mein letzter Gedanke war, was mir die DVD noch zeigen könnte. Erste Erfolge hatten sich ja schon eingestellt, Dank meiner Schwester.

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Prologue

The action of this story takes place in a fictional time period in 18th century Russian history, after the reign of Peter the Great but before the reign of Catherine ends in 1796.

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Tsarevich Nikolai Danilavich sat at his desk in the drafty schoolroom, pretending to listen to the insectile drone of his history tutor while he daydreamed about what he would do when his lessons were finally over for the day. He was bored, had been bored ever since this academic vulture had started speaking. His father hardly even knew how to read, and he was Tsar of all Russia. Why should a Tsar’s son have to spend hours and hours in a freezing little room trying to memorize names and dates that seemed as inconsequential to him as the countless white snowflakes skirling down outside the window?

“And in which year was Moscow burned by the Tatars, Tsarevich?” The tutor had suddenly focused his beady black eyes on Nikolai.

“What?”

“I asked, Tsarevich, if you could tell me the year in which our great city was sacked by the Tatars.”

Nikolai sat silent for a few moments, struggling to recall the sequence of numbers which was the correct date among all the others floating in his head. Finally, he said, “Fourteen seventy-six?”

“Obviously, his Highness chose to neglect his studies last night.” The Tutor’s voice was brittle with suppressed annoyance, and Nikolai felt his face heating with embarrassment. So he hadn’t spent the entire night poring over dusty old papers, what of it? He had better things to do then remember the dates for events that had happened hundreds of years ago. Then the hateful man spoke again, gesturing to a spot over Nikolai’s shoulder. “Maxim, could you perhaps supply me with the correct answer?”

The Prince scowled and balled his hands into fists beneath his desk. He had been trying to forget about Maxim. Scrawny little Maxim with his girlish, soft voice and his blunt, peasant’s hands. He had been the son of the British ambassador and one of the Tsarina’s ladies in waiting, but his parents had both taken sick and died a few months previously of a fever. That was when the Tsar, Nikolai’s father, had left to see to his holdings on the Southern border. He would be absent from court for the better part of three years and it was decided that in deference to the Tsar’s only begotten son’s disobedient temperament, a quaint English custom learned from the former ambassador would be instituted in during the his absence. Maxim Ivanovich was appointed to the position of whipping boy at the moment of the Tsar’s departure, the designated target of any punishment the Tsarevich brought upon himself. The idea behind this was that while profane hands would be prevented from touching the heir to the throne, he would at the same time be chastised by witnessing the pain he had brought upon another.

This plan would have been more successful if Prince Nikolai were the kind of boy who could be persuaded to care for other human beings as much as he cared for himself. He was the treasured son and only heir of an aging monarch, destined in a few short years to be Tsar of all the Russias. He could not be persuaded to feel sorry for a runt of a boy like Maxim, someone who spent most of his time studying and reading books. It had become something of a game for him to misbehave just so that he could have the pleasure of watching his tutor or the gardener or the head chef beat the stupid little bookworm for doing nothing whatsoever. Everyone in the palace knew that having a whipping boy was completely useless and Nikolai knew that they all felt sorry for the boy. He was an orphan after all, he had nowhere else to go, no other way of feeding and clothing himself. In exchange for accepting punishments which he had not earned, Maxim was given a good life, a warm bed and plenty of food. There was also a promise by the Tsar that in the distant future, when the Prince had come of age, Maxim would be granted the title of Boyar. But none of this mattered to Nikolai now. What mattered to him was that his tutor thought more of Maxim than he did of him, he the heir to the throne of Russia.

“Moscow was burned in the year fifteen seventy-one, tutor,” Maxim said, his high-pitched voice grating against Nikolai’s nerves like breaking glass. One of the things that most infuriated Nikolai when it came to the whipping boy was his refusal to fight back or even cry out when he was beaten or teased. He took his punishments silently and seemingly without bitterness, and he was always unfailingly polite to the Prince. Just once, Nikolai would like to get Maxim to lose his composure, just once he wanted to see him cry, as he knew he himself would cry were he to be beaten so often and so thoroughly as Maxim.

“Correct, Maxim,” the tutor said, shooting Nikolai a dark look. The Prince had yet to answer a single question correctly today. “Perhaps His Majesty should go to Maxim in the future for assistance with his studies.”

Nikolai flinched as if he had been struck. He glared at the tutor, who glared right back and crossed his arms uydukent escort over his chest, daring the Prince to throw one of the tantrums for which he was known so well. Nikolai was happy to oblige him. He shot up from his desk and turned it over, relishing the loud thud and the crack of splintering wood. Then he picked up a bottle of ink from the desk across from him and uncorking it, began to run about the room, spattering all of the drapes and tapestries with black ink. He made sure to give an ample libation to his tutor, who had taken shelter behind his own desk. As the crowning gesture to his tantrum Nikolai ran to Maxim, who was still sitting calmly behind his desk, and upended the bottle over his head. Ink splashed down onto the top of the whipping boy’s head in torrents, dying his hair jet and turning his face into a black mask. He sat perfectly still, letting the ink drip down onto his shirt collar, and Nikolai began to laugh. Maxim turned to him then and the look in his eyes was one that the Prince had never experienced before. It was plain, naked hatred. His giggles abruptly ceased, and as the tutor crawled out from behind his desk, Maxim rose and walked to the schoolroom door, his eyes now downcast.

“Punish him,” Nikolai suddenly said, angry that he had allowed Maxim’s hatred to shake him, “I deserve to be punished so you have to punish him. You can’t let me get away with spraying ink all over the place, Tutor.” The tutor narrowed his eyes and looked at Nikolai for a long moment, making no effort to conceal his dislike for the Prince. Nikolai stuck out his tongue at him and the tutor sighed, dropping his gaze. Maxim had stopped in the doorway with his back to them, waiting.

“Come here, Maxim,” the man said, reaching to pick up a heavy wooden staff which had been leaning against the wall. “His majesty needs to be punished,” And Maxim went, saying nothing, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. He bent over, presenting himself for the cane and grasping the edge of a desk to keep himself steady. “Watch well, Tsarevich,” the tutor said as he brought the cane down for the first time on Maxim’s waiting backside, “This is how a true Prince should behave.” He delivered a volley of blows, hard and fast, each smack echoing through the silent room. But Maxim never cried out, never shed a tear. When the beating was over, he stood up, winced ever so slightly and then limped out of the room without saying a word, his face still covered with black ink.

Chapter One

Maxim Ivanovich entered the throne room for the first time in six years. It hadn’t changed much since he had left, but his status within it certainly had. Gone were the days when he had been forced to submit to the whims of a spoiled princeling, and gone too were the pitying, condescending stares of the Boyars who populated the court. He was now among their number, elevated into the nobility by the grace of the Tsar upon the occasion of Tsarevich Nikolai’s coming of age. He had spent eight years, eight miserable years, from the time of his parents’ death until Nikolai’s eighteenth birthday, serving as the plaything for a cruel and spoiled little brat whose greatest pleasure seemed to be watching Maxim suffer punishments for crimes which he had not committed. The very day after the Tsar had granted him the privileges of the Boyar, Maxim had left Moscow, traveling to England and installing himself in a townhouse in the most fashionable district in London. The Tsar’s monetary recompense for Maxim’s years of slavery had been quite substantial; the man had known what type of boy his son was and had not been unsympathetic when all was said and done. Maxim could have spent the rest of his life living quite comfortably without ever making any money of his own, but he soon discovered that the idle life did not suit him. He bought shares in an English shipping company, and accompanied his vessels to many of their destinations. He had sailed the Mediterranean and journeyed to the Far East. He had even been on expedition to Africa and his ship had come back loaded with enough merchandise to make every man in the crew rich. For six years he had lived the life of a sailor, had tasted so much of what the world had to offer, but it had all come to an end less than a month ago.

He had been in London when he had received a letter from the Tsar. His Majesty wrote to Maxim that he had been diagnosed with a wasting sickness and had not long to live. His son would soon become Tsar of Russia and his father was now, in his final extremity, wracked with doubts about Tsarevich Nikolai’s ability to rule the country. The Prince had predictably grown from a thoughtless, selfish boy into a thoughtless, selfish man, caring more for sport and drink than for other people and the affairs of Mother Russia. The Tsar was certain that if Nikolai were to inherit the throne as he was now, Russia would crumble and fall into a state of irreparable neglect. Maxim, the Tsar explained, was the only man capable of bringing his son to heel. The prince was a man now and the Tsar had zeytinburnu escort grown old; it was now far too late for the Tsar to curb his son’s behavior with the rod. Nikolai’s hold over court was unshakeable. He was feared for his temper and cruel sense of humor, and his sway had grown large since the old Tsar’s confinement to his final sick bed. No, only Maxim, the Tsar was certain, only Maxim who had grown up alongside the prince, who had dealt so unflinchingly with Nikolai’s cruelty, would be able to mold him into a man who was capable of running an empire. Maxim must return to court and re-establish ties to the Prince. He must, through hints, threats, reasoned argument and entreaty, mold the Tsarevich into a Tsar, and he had been granted full immunity to do so. As long as the old Tsar remained alive, Prince Nikolai would have no power over him.

Maxim had thought about refusing, about sailing away on another journey and pretending that he had never gotten the Tsar’s letter, but something stopped him. It was more than just patriotism; he did not have much cause to love Russia after all. Russia had not been kind to him, but the Tsar had kept him fed and provided him with an education. It was perhaps this last thing which had made him answer the Tsar’s letter. It was his love of books of adventure which had first driven him to the sea, and if it had not been for the tutors which he had shared with Nikolai, Maxim may never have had the wit or desire to discover them. Another thing which crossed his mind when he answered the letter was that he would quite like to see Nikolai again. He was no longer the whipping boy, the hated slave. He was Boyar, and he had been granted immunity by the Tsar. He had captained half a dozen voyages to the most savage corners of the world. Prince Nikolai could no longer command him. In fact, Maxim intended things to be quite the other way around. He had learned much in his travels about how to curb the behavior of men like Nikolai, and he intended to practice them upon the Prince as soon as the opportunity arose. The Tsarevich would not be swayed by reasoned argument or academic entreaties to his better judgment. The only thing which would cure Nikolai of his dangerous arrogance was for him to learn what it is like to be truly humble, and that was something at which Maxim was very, very accomplished.

He tried to spot Nikolai now among the crush of courtiers, but didn’t see him. It had been six years since they had last laid eyes on each other. The Tsarevich had been eighteen, and Maxim twenty when he had been granted his title by the Tsar and had left Russia for England. Nikolai had perhaps changed a great deal since then. Maxim may not even recognize him. A flurry of mutters suddenly when through the crowd of Boyars and heads began to swivel towards the door. Maxim turned himself and saw, for the first time in six years, Tsarevich Nikolai Danilavich sweeping into the room clad in clothes of immaculate cut and costly style. He looked just as Maxim remembered him at their last meeting, tall and lean with high, prominent cheekbones, gray-blue eyes and long hair so blond that it was almost white. The perpetual expression of haughty superiority which he wore upon his face had also not changed since their schooldays and Maxim smiled slightly to himself, anticipating what it would be like to wipe that self-satisfied smirk from the Prince’s lips.

Nikolai was almost level with him now, and Maxim stepped deliberately forward, placing himself in plain view of the Tsarevich and his retinue. He saw the Prince’s face first freeze and then grow dark with anger when he caught sight of Maxim. His Majesty stumbled ever so slightly, and Maxim allowed his smile to widen. He cocked an eyebrow at Nikolai and then turned away, going to find a servant who could lead him to the Tsar’s sick room.

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Nikolai had at first been unable to believe his eyes when he had seen Maxim standing among the throng of courtiers in the palace’s antechamber. At first he had been unsure that it was him, the whipping boy, because Maxim was certainly a boy no longer. When they had parted six years ago, Maxim had been rail thin and pale with lank brown hair, a slumped posture and dark circles perpetually smudged beneath his eyes. Now he stood tall and haughty, no longer thin, but leanly muscular, with a thick mane of brown hair the color of mahogany. What in God’s name was he doing here? He had expected never to see the little runt again, and now here he was, turning up right in the midst of Nikolai’s transition from Prince to King. He would have Maxim thrown out of court immediately, he decided. There was no place here for a former whipping boy, even if he was now a Boyar through the misplaced generosity of the current Tsar. Nikolai glanced around the antechamber to see if he could catch sight of Maxim again, but the man had vanished. Good, he would have a word with one of the guards and they would escort Maxim out of the palace, preferably out of Moscow altogether. He wanted no reminders şişli escort of his boyhood, and he especially did not want the company of a self-righteous teacher’s pet who had always been so much cleverer than he had been with books.

He caught the eye of the captain of the palace guards and began to walk towards him, ignoring the flutters of the courtiers who stood around him, bowing and trying to capture his attention. One of the numerous ladies who had been trying for months to slink her way into his bed placed herself in Nikolai’s path and he shoved her aside, ignoring her squawk of indignation as she stumbled and almost fell. He had almost reached the edge of the hall when a hand fell lightly upon his arm. Startled, he looked up, wondering who could have dared to touch him in such a familiar manner, and there was Maxim, standing by his side, one hand still resting lightly on Nikolai’s arm. He wrenched his arm away. “How dare you touch me?” he spat, one hand creeping down to rest on the hilt of his sword. Maxim made no move to retreat; he only smiled at the Prince and bowed, withdrawing his arm.

“It’s been quite a long time Your Majesty,” He said, his smile now faintly mocking. “I did not think you would so resent the familiarity of a boyhood companion.”

“You are no companion of mine, whipping boy,” Nikolai said.

“Whipping boy no longer, Your Majesty. Now I am Boyar, and I am here by your Father’s most particular wish.”

“Get out of my way.” Nikolai said, very aware of the fact that everyone in the room had stopped their conversations to listen.

“May I request the pleasure of a private audience with you at some point during the night, your majesty?” Maxim made no move to stand aside, and Nikolai saw that his hand too had crept to the hilt of his sword. The Prince hesitated. He would like nothing better than to teach the impudent man better manners at the tip of the sword, but he remembered that Maxim had once been the fencing master’s pet. They had only fenced together twice, but on both of those occasions Nikolai had found himself kneeling at Maxim’s feet, a sword to his throat. Of course there was no reason to believe that Maxim had anywhere near the skill with the sword to match his own now, not after six years of brawling and lessons from the finest soldiers in all of Russia. Still, the memory was enough to give him pause; a public loss in a sword fight could undo much of what he had been trying to accomplish at court. He loosened his grip on the hilt and a moment later, Maxim did the same.

Nikolai gave a curt nod. “Tonight then, at eight o’ clock. I’ll expect you at my apartment.”

“Thank you, your Majesty,” Maxim said, bowing, that smug, irritating smile still on his face. Then the man turned and without another word, walked away, disappearing among the sea of courtiers. Nikolai stood rigid for a moment, indignation raging within him. He knew that it had been wise to avoid a scene, but he was furious at himself for allowing his memories of Maxim’s prowess with the sword in their schooldays to sway his mind. He should have taught the whipping boy better manners, demonstrating to everyone in court that he was not to be approached lightly, and that he would refuse to stand for such impudent treatment. Instead, he had bowed to Maxim’s wishes. Why? He was Tsarevich for God’s sake; people were supposed to toady to his wishes, not the other way around. And what in God’s name could Maxim have to say to him? What was he doing here in the first place? Nikolai had made it quite clear that he never wished to see Maxim again after his eighteenth birthday. Why on Earth would his father have requested Maxim to come back to court?

Apprehension began to gnaw at Nikolai’s insides, and he glared around him at the silent courtiers. Then he swept out of the antechamber, seeking the solitude of his private rooms. It was only noon, but he knew that he would now spend the rest of the day wondering about and worrying at the prospect of his private meeting with Maxim. His presence at court suddenly struck Nikolai as ominous. Maxim was, after all, the only denizen of court who Nikolai did not have completely under his thumb, excluding his father of course. The old man had a mind like iron. Could his father have summoned Maxim here to work some kind of mischief before Nikolai’s coronation? He couldn’t conceive of the idea that Maxim would be able to do him any real harm, but he did have the potential to tarnish Nikolai’s image. If the man began to reminisce about the days of their youth, when Maxim had been nothing but a whipping boy, Nikolai could be made to look quite foolish, considering his academic performance and the number of times Maxim had been beaten in his stead. Maxim could perhaps turn the tide of court opinion against him. Yes, that sounded like something his father would do. Nikolai could see it now, the whole plan, and he almost laughed out. The old man had brought Maxim here to blackmail him; that had to be it. The Tsar was using Maxim as a way to enforce his control back over his son. Well, Nikolai was not going to allow that to happen. He was twenty-four now, a man, a man destined to be Tsar, and no longer subject to the whims of his doddering old father. He would not allow Maxim to jeopardize the success of his coronation which was looming ever nearer, awaiting only the death of the Tsar to usher it in.

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The first rays of the morning sun streaked across the dark sky and illuminated the naked bodies of the two lovers. Richard opened his eyes and felt Joseph’s warm body spooned against him on the chaise lounge.

“Good morning sleepy head. I think we better get inside, clean up and get dressed. The sun is almost up.” Richard said prodding Joseph. “What would you like to do after breakfast?”

“Sleep, sleep. Oh, how I need more sleep.” Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and moving his face to Richard’s he said, “But first I want a big kiss. Ouch! We both need to shave.”

“Even with your beard, there is something so nice about waking up next to you. Feeling your body pressing against mine, knowing that the hard rod pressing against me is all mine and that it wants me.” Richard said as he kissed and hugged him. “Hey! I hate to spoil our fun but check out time is noon. After that we will have a few hours to kill because I don’t need to be back in town till eight tonight.”

“What’s doing at eight? Do you have another hot date?”

“Nothing really, just a casting call for a bit part. I need time to get my car back to Long Island. Then I have to catch the train back to Manhattan. It’s such a pain in the neck. Damn, I wish I could afford to keep the car with me in Manhattan, but it just costs too much to rent a garage and forget about leaving it on the street overnight. A car like that would not last more than a week before it wound up in some chop shop.” Richard said as the two of them shaved and showered in the bathroom. “But it would be nice not to have to run all the way out there, pick up the car and then come down here. The only good part about that is, I get to see mom and dad more often.”

“You’re not planning to come down here every weekend are you?”

“I would love to, sweetheart, but I can’t take that much time off from work. Besides I hope you will come up to the big city so we can spend time together and perhaps even go to visit my parents. Like I said they are dying to meet you. They even said we could room together in my old bedroom, providing, we don’t make too much noise.” Richard laughed. “That’s their way of making a joke, babe, those walls are pretty solid and you can scream all you want and no one will help you.”

“Your parents sound ‘A-OK’ and I can’t wait to meet them, but we are going to have to put it on hold for a while. I’ve been told that from now on the easy part of school is about to end. In a few weeks, when my Arabic is better, I will be going on trips into Paterson for a few days. They want us to spend time with Arab/Americans to get used to being among them and to soak up all the knowledge we can.

“Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” I don’t want to see you abducted and placed in some cheep male bordello.” Holding up one hand and counting off the reasons on the five fingers, he jokingly pointed out, “After all, one, you are blond. Two, you are an infidel. Three, you do have blue eyes. Four, you have a great body. And five, as of last night you are one hell of a cocksucker. So you be careful now!”

“I’ll be going with Ibrahim and we should be ok. Anyway, these are Americans and I’m sure the army has screened them…I hope!” Joseph said and blushing added, “Besides, look on the bright side, you never know one of them might be a young, good looking guy with dark eyes, silky black hair and nice full thick lips made for sucking my ‘Zip’. (That’s Arabic for cock.) Just my type, wouldn’t you say? There is also the chance that we might even go to a Mid-Eastern Cafe to study the art of belly dancing. I would love to see that. Ibrahim says that they even have male belly dancers. I might take a few lessons. Just imagine me, with that hot sexy Arabic music playing, gyrating my hips, chest, ass and my cock before you some evening enticing you into bed.”

“I created a monster!!!” Richard said swatting Joseph’s ass. “Just remember, you belong to me and I don’t want to have to start a war to get you back, so you had better remember to keep that ‘Zip’ of yours behind your zipped up zipper.”

They finished dressing and went down to have breakfast in the hotel dinning room. They also ordered a take out lunch of cold fried chicken and Potato salad with sodas, which they packed into the car. After checking out they took a drive out into uydukent escort the countryside and found a secluded picnic area off the main road. Alongside a slow moving stream was a picnic table where they were able to set out their food. The birds were chirping in the trees and the sound of the running water added to the peacefulness of the day. They ate and talked about making arrangements for future visits.

“Look,” Joseph said. “You can’t keep coming down here every week. First of all, like you said, you need the money, and weekends are when you make your biggest tips. And secondly, lets face it, there is not too much to see and do here in south Jersey.”

“Oh! I wouldn’t say that, there’s a lot to do here. Besides just being with you is enough. However, you are right about my having to earn money. There are few jobs where I can earn enough money to live like I do, without pedaling my ass.”

“How is the acting coming?” Joseph asked. “Any jobs around?”

“Like I mentioned this morning just bit parts and maybe a modeling job or two. Don’t be shocked if you see me in one of those underwear ads. My agent said he has something lined up for this week. I would love to land that. That’s how some of Hollywood’s biggest stars started out. The royalties from that type of work could pay for full time schooling.”

“I really don’t know if I want to see your body plastered up all over the place.” Joseph admitted. “But if it brings home the bacon, I guess I will have to get used to it.”

“HEY! That’s what I do for a living!” Richard said. “You kill people and I pose near nude for a living. If I can live with your work—- you are going to have to adjust to mine.”

“Well I can learn to live with anything you come up with, but it would be nicer if you could be that P.O.W. that you were last week. It would give me a chance to practice my special interrogation techniques on you.”

“Ohhh yeahhhh,” Richard said, as he placed both his hands on the top of his head. “I surrender and will be a good little captive. What do you want to know, Master?”

Joseph looked around and checked to see if there was anyone around and seeing no one he said in the most authoritative voice he could muster, “Stand at attention when you talk to me, pig! I want to know what you have hidden in your pants. Do you have a pipe bomb or some other explosive device hidden there?”

He got up and slowly circled around his quivering prey several times, finally stopping and standing behind Rich. Then he nudged Rich’s feet apart and started his ‘pat down’ routine. Running his hands up and down his victims torso, under his arm pits, over his hips and down his legs. Finally returning to the crotch area where his fingers felt something hard and round almost like a pipe. “Yes! I thought so – this requires further investigation!” He ran his strong arms around the front of his captive’s body pulling it up against his own chest while he ground his own crotch into Richard’s ass. With one arm holding him tight, Joseph’s other hand moved under the shirt and over his chest, nipples, and ribs then down to his belt buckle, which he opened. Unzipping and reaching into the pants and boxers, his fingertips fondled the semi-hard penis. “Just as I thought, you do have a concealed weapon hidden in there. One that could explode at any moment.” His fingers probed around feeling the cock getting harder and harder. Joseph quickly spun him around and pushed him back up against the edge of the table causing his upper body to lay on the picnic table with his legs dangling over the edge. Kneeling between the out-stretched legs he lowered the pants and boxers down to expose the concealed weapon now dripping with pre-cum. As his tongue licked his lips, he opened his mouth and devoured the raging cock. Richard moaned and pumped the head of his cock deep into the throat. Joseph swallowed the cock, down to the root like an old pro. Richard reached and grabbed his ears, and holding them he ‘face fucked’ him. Richard’s body soon stiffened and he shot ropes of cum down Joseph’s throat.

Drained dry Richard said, “Out here and in public no less.” And until now I thought you were the shy one. Someone might see us.”

“You’re right,” he said, cleaning off the overflow and licking Richard’s cock clean. “I’m glad that one of us has some brains. Some kid might come along or even a Cop. Fuck it all! If you were some slutty girl or a whore and you were giving me head there would be nothing wrong with it. ‘G.I. Lucks Out. Caught with raven haired beauty his cock deep in her throat, in the woods’ would be the headline and story if the newspapers even bothered to print it.”

“Yes, True but with two men it would be headline news. I can just see the headline in one of two ways! Either it would read ‘Man Drugged and Deep throated by Sex Crazed soldier’ or ‘Soldier Deep Throats, In Deep Woods’.”

Both of then started to laugh till their eyes filled zeytinburnu escort with tears. They moved away from each other and Richard got up, pulled his pants up and closed his fly.

“I would love to satisfy you too, my lov, but it’s getting late and I better be heading back to the city. I only wish I could stay longer but if I stay any longer…I’ll never want to leave. What about next weekend do you think you will be able to come to the city and spend time with me? Maybe we can visit my family.”

“Rich, I’ll have to let you know. Now that I have that cell phone I’ll be able to call you and we will set up something.”

They cleaned up the picnic mess and Richard drove them back to town.

“Hey let me off here. I can walk from here. It’s only a few blocks to the main gate. We can say our good byes here, private like, away from the prying eyes.”

Richard pulled over to the curb, stopped the car and leaned over and kissed him.

“I’ll miss you like crazy.” Joseph said when their lips parted, “Make sure you give me a call when you get home tonight…just so I know you made it with no problems. Good luck with the casting call and your underwear ad! I hope you get both jobs.” Then he reached into the rear for his canvas bag and got out of the car. He watched as Richard pulled away and headed the Mustang for the interstate and home.

Even though they spoke to each other two or three times a day, it wasn’t next week or even two weeks later that he was finally able to find the time to see Richard again. Richard had gotten both the commercial ad and an understudy roll. That plus the fact that things at the school had started moving faster kept each of them busy. There were whole days now that Joseph had not used English. It became a game where no one paid any attention to you if you used English. Even after school Arabic was used as much as possible. Everyone started calling him Yusef, the Arabic version of Joseph. A time came when he did not answer to the name Joseph. He woke up one night startled to realize that he had even started to have dreams in that language. It was hard on every one and the class had dwindled by forty percent.

Then the day trips started. Joseph loved the excursions into the Arabic speaking areas. Little by little the conversations and different accents became understandable. He particularly loved shopping in the many gift shops there. He purchased several items for Richard and himself there. He soon learned the art of how to bargain with the owners over every little item. He quickly realized that the asking price for something was just the starting price. He became a hard haggler and the owners loved the way he insisted on only doing it in Arabic. One Friday, Joseph and Ibrahim attended Mosque together and were invited to spend Friday with some of the congregation. A few of the people even tried to get Joseph to study about the Muslim religion. They would get into semi-heated discussions about Islam.

One family even offered to adopt Joseph (as it turn out they had marriageable daughters)…. It was then that Joseph learned about the custom of ‘The Bride Price’. The discussion took place after Friday prayer services in the spacious and richly decorated home of the father. He was not only a revered religious leader but a community leader as well. All the men sat around a large coffee table set with cups of steaming coffee, sweets and fresh fruit. The wife and eldest daughter served them, and then retired to a small alcove where they sat behind ornate latticework shyly looking out and following the discussion and bargaining. The girl, who was nineteen and a half, was still unspoken for. By that age most Arab girls have long since been ‘contracted for’. The father, being rich thought that he must find the very best match for her possible and so had turned away scores of eligible young men. So many had been turned away that the men had soon stopped asking and went elsewhere. Because of his inability to choose her husband, his beautiful daughter was fast approaching the point where it would be hard to make a desirable union. Joseph entered into the bargaining with gusto. Even for someone not versed in the finer points of the language he found himself able to participate in the delicate negotiations and was enjoying the whole spectacle.

“No, as much as I would love to marry your beautiful daughter, right now it is impossible. I can’t take on a wife at this time, not till I get out of the Army.” Joseph told the father. “What would happen to her if I got killed or if I was sent to some god forsaken place? We might not see each other for years. Besides on my army pay I could not afford the Bride Price that such a beauty deserves.”

“I have not even told you the price yet. That is something we can talk about and try to come to some mutual accommodation.” Placing his hand on the rear of Joseph’s neck and pulling his ear to his lips he whispered. şişli escort “Besides she is getting on in years and I would like to see her married to a nice young, good looking, strong man like you. Once she reaches 25, her ability to produce many sons will diminish and we will have to give her away to some old man. God knows what he would use her for. Even though she is only a woman, she is still my daughter and I would not like to see that happen. I think you and I could make some sort of deal.” Then lowering his hand to Joseph’s leg he playfully squeezed Joseph’s inner thigh and continued, “With you as her husband I would not have to worry, you look like you would take good care of her… I might not even demand much “Bride Money”, because you bring something that not one of our people can offer in this union.”

“What is that?” Joseph inquired placing his hand over the father’s and gently preventing him from moving it up his leg to his crotch.

“American citizenship and my having a handsome blond son-in-law with the bluest eyes I have ever seen and someone that will give me many grandsons is a big down payment on the ‘Bride Money’,” The father said with lust in his eyes while his fingers continued to rub and squeeze Joseph’s leg.

“Ahhhha, but with the American citizenship would come freedom for her. She might not want to stay with me,” Joseph added and then in an effort to gracefully get away from the man’s probing fingers he asked, “May I hear what she has to say in all this?”

“You may, but what she may or may not say will have nothing to do with what she will do… She is my daughter and will obey me until you become her husband, then like a good Moslem wife, she will obey her husband!” Then he saw the man make that gesture that Moslems make when they start to pray. Lifting his hands in front of himself with the palms up and smiling broadly as if he was trying to hide nothing from Joseph or Allah, he said. “Go…. I give you permission to talk to her. Besides her great beauty, you will find that she knows English much better than I do.”

Joseph looked over at the pretty girl with her long black hair, long lashes and her dark eyes turned downward looking at the floor and asked, “What do you think of all this? Is it your wish to marry at this time? Do you want me to ‘buy’ you and take you to my bed?” He got up and started to walk over to her.

“It is as my father says and I will do what my father wants,” she answered in Arabic with her eyes still downcast. Then lifting her eyes to look at Joseph she continued in English. “I would not mind getting to know you better; you know like going out on a few dates, but my fathers wishes are commands and I will do what he thinks is best for me. You look like a very kind, understanding and patient young man with a good heart and I most likely could not do any better on my own or among my own people.” Then lowering her eyes she whispered, “I would hope that you would treat me well and not beat me too hard as most of our men beat their wives.”

Joseph standing in front of her reached out and ran the tips of his fingers over her face and lifted her chin so that her big black eyes were visible to him and her ruby red lips slowly parted into a shy smile showing her bright white teeth. “If I ever raised anything but my voice to you, you would have my permission to leave me. Habibi. Has anyone ever told you that you looked like a little lamb?” He asked as she broke into a big smile. “Before I went into the Army, I was a farmer. My parents still have this small farm in upstate New York. Do you think you would like living on a farm someday?”

“I was raised in cities, I don’t know anything of farms or farm work, but I could learn—- If you would teach me.” She said her eyes looking deep into Joseph’s and then diverting back down to the floor.

Joseph’s bright blue eyes roved from the tips of her gold painted toes, slowly up her slim figure taking in what appeared to be a hint of two full breasts under the dark modest dress she was wearing, to the olive color of her face and skin, took her hand in his and said, “I would love for us to get to know each other better. You find favor before my eyes, my lamb. Would you care to explore the possibility of a union with me? Perhaps to ‘Date’ and see what happens? But I must tell you right out that I am not prepared to take on a wife at this time.” She looked into his eyes and her answer became apparent as her face broke out into a big smile.

Joseph turned to the father and said, “Along with the ‘Bride Price’ of American citizenship I demand something from you… That this girl and I be allowed to get to know each other before the BOTH of us decide what we wish to do. In America both men and women make their own choices. I am honored that you want to give her to me, but we do not give or take human beings here. We make our own minds up. Sometimes we make the wrong decisions… but they are ours to make.”

Ibrahim, who was nervously watching and listening to the conversation, smiled and tried to smooth out the feelings of the people involved. “Your honor, he really means no disrespect,” he said to the father. “He is not a Muslim. He is an outsider and therefore does not know our customs, please do not be offended.”

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This is a continuation of the first three chapters of a true story that I had experienced. The relationship I had changed my life and was responsible for the wonderful life I have today. I hope you enjoy it as I have in allowing others to read it…

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I was lying there in total ecstasy against the foyer wall. I had just reached an orgasm with my friend’s dad, Patrick. Sitting next to me, he had his arm around me, staring into my eyes. I was totally exhausted from what had just occurred but couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by more? My cock laid flaccid nestled between my testicles sprawled out on the oak wood floor. I hadn’t had an orgasm with anyone before. This was the first time I experienced it with another man.

I felt guilty I hadn’t reciprocated, but he didn’t let me. We had arrived at his house and without notice he had taken me when we entered. Up to then I had feared he was going to end our affair, but I was wrong. It all seemed like a dream, my friend’s dad and I having a sexual encounter. We had been together 3 times now. I laid there thinking about the day I met him, only 4 days ago, and now this. I was in love with this man and didn’t know how to tell him. I was afraid that he would find out who I was and what that would mean to our relationship. I was sure he would be angry with me and cut it off immediately. I knew these secrets would have to be told soon, but for now I only wanted to please him.

I pushed my shoes off and removed my socks. I slid my trousers and underwear off from my ankles and tossed them to the side. I realized I still had my blazer and polo shirt on. I removed them both while I looked into Patrick’s eyes. They were a beautiful green, like emeralds. I moved closer to him and kissed him, he didn’t resist. He sat there on the floor and watched as I undressed before him. I removed every article of clothing I had on till I was naked, standing in front of him.

“I want to please you.” I said.

“That’s fine John, I’m okay.” He replied.

“No, you’ve given me so much pleasure, I want to reciprocate.” I said.

“Let me just look at you.” He said as his eyes gazed up and down my body.

I didn’t feel any embarrassment standing there naked. I only felt pleasure. The green of his eyes followed me as I reached down and grabbed hold of his hands. I only had one thing on my mind and that was to give myself to him and please him any way he wanted. I slowly pulled him up until he was standing. My cock was still wet and dripping with cum from ejaculating into Patrick’s mouth moments earlier. It was soft now but still pulsing as it hung down between my legs. I leaned in and gently kissed him on his lips. I felt his stubble on my cheeks again, it was nice. As I kissed him I removed his sport coat and placed it on the floor. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt kissing each and every opening it made on his chest down to his naval.

“You have a beautiful body, I want to see more.” I said.

“You’re kind, I’m an old man. I can be your father.” He replied.

I paused and thought about Mark but only said, “Yes, I know.”

He didn’t say a word. Next I removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, all the while kissing him softly as I gazed in to his eyes. I felt mesmerized by him. I lowered the zipper on his jeans and peeled them from his body exposing his boxer shorts. I took his socks off next and tossed them with the rest of the clothes. He stood there in an opened shirt and underwear. I just stared at him and thought about Mark for a moment, but seeing his dad undressed before me made me forget. I leaned in and caressed his body exploring his chest first and then his arms and shoulders. My hands wandered all over him. I noticed there wasn’t a glimpse of hair on his legs as I rubbed his inner thighs.

He was a thin man but muscular too, extremely fit. That turned me on about him. His chest had a few strands of hair near his breast bone and around his nipples. They were white. I noticed a small scar on his lower right rib cage and a dark blue tattoo of a cross on his left bicep, somewhat fading. I kissed them both then his mouth, tonguing his oral cavity. My arms extended down and again slid over his legs and found his shorts. I felt he was getting excited and liked it. His cock excited me. I had always been attracted to an older man’s genitals, but Patrick’s was perfect. It was what I would dream about. A big long cut cock with large loose floppy balls flanking it.

I whispered, “You feel so good. I want you.”

He stood silent as I continued to get aroused by him. I could feel the girth of his penis beginning to swell. I slowly reached in to the opening of his shorts and touched it. I removed his shirt, slowly kissing the nipples on his chest. Patrick moaned. I leaned in and locked my lips on his again, kissing him passionately as I massaged his balls. He was breathing heavy now. I wanted to please him. As I groped him I could only think how sexy this old man was. buca escort He drove me wild, I wanted to love him and rape him all at the same time. His cock was beginning to harden now. His testicles were draped over my hand stuffed through his shorts. I couldn’t hold back my desires any longer.

I knelt down in front of him and reached up and took hold of his boxer shorts. I kissed him just below his naval and started pulling his shorts down, lusting every inch of flesh I exposed. As his penis fell out with the last pull, I kissed his inner thighs and ran my tongue up under on to his balls. I lifted them up with my hand and licked underneath them. He lifted his leg up slightly allowing me better access. I tongued the area following the fold up to his ass hole. My hands parted his cheeks while my tongue licked up and down his crack finally ending with his opening. I felt the urge to suck it and did. I had never done this before but felt as if I knew exactly what to do.

I asked him, “Do you like that?”

He said, “Yes.”

I whispered, “Do you want more?”

He replied quickly, “Yes.”

My mind went blank with passion. I licked his hole and then penetrated it with my tongue. I stuck it in his ass hole and began to twirl it around. Patrick began to moan as I continued to tongue him thrusting my rigid tongue in and out of his sphincter. Patrick’s knees seemed to weaken as he moaned again. With my hands I guided him to bend over so he could rest his hands on his knees. I grabbed hold of his hips and began to fuck his ass with my tongue. In and out in and out I went building up to a fury. Patrick’s balls were dangling in plain view and excited me more. I reached up and began to massage them as I continued to tongue fuck his ass. I’d alternate at times and suck each testicle. Patrick’s ass was perfect, not a blemish on it. I buried my face in it again finding his entrance and protruded my tongue deeper. My hands ran freely about his body as I continued to rim him.

After a minute or two I stood up and said, “You’re so fucking sexy Patrick. I want you.”

He said, “I want you too.”

My heart began to race. We stood face to face naked and kissed. I could feel his cock touching mine and his testicles pushed up against my thigh. They were warm. My hand found them as my tongue slid down his throat. The head of his cock was poking me, he had a full erection. I felt his hands caressing my body now. He reached down and grabbed my penis and began to stroke it. I was overwhelmed by his tenderness and his desire to be with me. Our bodies rubbed together as he wrapped one leg around me. My other hand held on to his ass as he began to rock his cock against mine. Patrick wanted me too. My feeling of passion turned in to lust.

I pulled him down to the floor and had him lie on the area rug beneath us face up. I straddled him on my hands and knees with my backside towards his head. Reaching around with my hand I found his mouth and slowly put my finger in it. He responded and sucked it. I looked in to his eyes. No words were spoken. I knew what I wanted now and I hoped Patrick would want the same. Patrick was fully naked under me, my friend’s dad who I’ve known and secretly lusted for. His cock had risen to its full length. His testicles hung beneath them touching the floor. I bent over on all fours and lowered my head towards it hesitating a moment to take in its beauty. You could see his pelvic bone above his thigh, his veins pierced through the skin in linear directions. He was so smooth except for a small patch of pubic hair. It was rather straight and thinning, a shade of black mixed with grey.

His cock was standing straight up right below my mouth. I could see the head was twitching and pre-cum was leaking from the slit. I looked back underneath my torso and could see Patrick was watching. My tongue slid out and licked the semen dripping from his cock. His cock was longer than I imagined. It had to be at least nine inches maybe even ten. I was in awe of it. It was perfect. I opened my mouth and began to lower my head, gingerly engulfing it. I lowered my head further till I felt the tip of its head reach the rear of my mouth. Its girth filled my orifice. With Patrick watching I relaxed my throat muscles and continued down the shaft till there was no more. I had taken all his nine inches. Patrick moaned with desire.

I held myself there squeezing my mouth around it. My cock had re-gained an erection and was pulsing in plain view above his torso. Patrick reached up and took hold of it with one hand and pulled on my balls with the other. I moved my head up and down sliding along his shaft 6 or 7 times never releasing it. His testicles were bouncing in unison and excited me more watching them. I continued sucking as he was stroking my cock now. I kept thinking how fucking sexy he was, how I fantasied of being with a man his age, and how good it felt sexually to be with him. But I wanted more from him; I wanted çağlayan escort more today, I wanted to please him in more ways than he desired, I wanted him in me.

I had never had anal sex with a man, only with a dildo I had bought. I never thought I’d feel this way with a man, but I was ready and wanted it with Patrick. I didn’t know how to tell him and didn’t know if it was something he wanted but I had to try. I released his cock from my mouth and reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I placed one finger near my hole and rubbed it till I was able to insert it. I looked back as Patrick responded with his hands finding their way to join mine. I removed my other hand and started to stroke his cock gently as he held my cheeks open now. I removed my finger and replaced it with his. He followed my lead. I watched as he probed my hole. One, two, and then three fingers entered my canal. Patrick slid them in and out slowly. I found myself pushing backwards with each stroke of his fingers, begging for more. I began to moan now.

I turned around and said, “I want more, I want you in me.”

He looked at me and said, “Are you sure?”

I said, “Yes, I’m sure, I want you to fuck me. Put your cock in me.”

I quickly turned around and faced Patrick on all fours. I reached back with my hand and found his cock while I leaned forward and kissed him again. My tongue swirled inside his mouth filling me with pleasure. While stroking his cock we kissed passionately. My thighs squeezed him beneath me while my ass rested just above his cock. I bent over and placed the tip of his cock near my hole. I slid it up and down lubricating it with his pre-cum. My hole was still dilated from his fingers. Patrick’s erection was at its full length. My hand guided his cock into my hole. I pushed back slowly and could feel it enter. It was much bigger than I thought it was. I proceeded to push back more and felt it move in further. I never had anal sex before and really didn’t know what to expect, but my desire for Patrick overwhelmed me. He started to rotate his hips and forced his cock in more. My canal stretched with every thrust. Pain began to occur. I could see he was less than half way in. I fought back the pain, but began to panic that perhaps I couldn’t satisfy him. He had noticed and eased up penetrating me. I was new to this and didn’t know what to say, but hoped that he would understand.

I turned and said, “I’m sorry but your penis is so big, I’m not sure what to do, but I don’t want you to stop.”

He replied, “Don’t worry, it’s okay, we can stop I can see it hurts.”

I said, “No, try from the rear. I want you in me, please try.”

He said, “Are you sure, John?”

I quickly replied, “Yes, I want to make love with you.”

With that I got up and positioned myself on the floor on all fours. Patrick moved around me as he glided his hand along my backside. He used both hands and pulled my cheeks apart. I could feel my hole pulsing with desire. I reached around and found his cock again. It was still firm. As I began to stroke he told me if at any time it hurt or I wanted to stop to just tell him. I didn’t care; I just wanted him inside me now. I nodded and said okay. Patrick leaned forward and began to lick my ass. He moved his tongue up and down my crack, as it flickered side to side. He sucked my hole and pushed the tip of his tongue in slightly. My body quivered as my cock twitched. He placed his finger inside me again and slid it in and out a few times. He followed with 2 then 3 fingers as I moaned with desire. My hole seemed to open wider. I thought I was going to cum from the sensation but held back. He pulled his fingers out and moved closer, positioning himself directly behind me with one hand on my ass spreading my cheeks apart and the other holding his cock. I could see it was fully erect as he moved in closer. It was beautiful I thought, and I wanted all of it in me.

The tip of his cock touched my opening again; it was wet from his pre-cum. With his hand he rubbed the pre-cum up and down his shaft to lubricate it. Next he gently pushed and the head began to move in easier. He told me to relax. His cock moved further in and reached a point where it felt tender like before. I knew Patrick’s cock was huge, but I didn’t want him to stop, so I tried to relax as I felt it move in further. I must have flinched because Patrick began to back out.

I stopped him and said, “Don’t pull out, keep going.”

With that he spread my cheeks apart more and pushed harder. I could feel the point where he was a second ago. I relaxed my muscles and with a last thrust, it slid in. I felt a wave of warmth inside me. His entire manhood was in me, all 9 inches. His beautiful cock was in my love canal, and it belonged to my friend Mark’s dad. The feeling of it in me was indescribable. His penis was so big and so thick I felt like it was coming out my stomach, but I loved it. The pleasure çankaya escort I was feeling I had never felt before. I was in a dream like state, kneeling there, as I was being humped by him. My mind raced with thoughts of Patrick and how lucky I was to have met him. My feelings for him were more than just erotic and lustful. This wasn’t just sex. I loved him.

Patrick slowly slid his cock in and out of my ass, while I pushed against him to balance his force. My cock had gotten soft and now was beginning to swell as he rode me. I reached under my torso and grabbed his testicles as they were bouncing off of mine. As he fucked me I could hear him moaning with desire. Our bodies were locked together. Patrick’s cock felt so good inside me, I never experienced this before. The thought of him fucking me aroused me in my thoughts at night and now it was happening. I wanted to give him pleasure, more pleasure than he ever felt, the pleasure he had given me.

After a few minutes I turned on my side, Patrick lifted one leg on to his shoulder and slid his cock back in me. This time it seemed to slide right in, my hole was dilated and stayed that way from when he had removed his cock before. His cock was in plain view now and he was fucking me. I could see it entering in and out. He had his eyes closed at times as he arched his head back from desire. Our eyes locked as he pushed harder and faster. My penis became erect and was bouncing all around as he fucked me. My balls were draped over his shaft. He saw the delight in my eyes. He pulled his cock out periodically, just long enough for me to see and then stuck it back in. It was so long and thick yet it didn’t hurt now. It felt good as he slid it in and out; my hole was completely wet from his juices.

Relaxed I said, “You feel so good in me.”

He replied, “Good, you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

I said, “No, it’s incredible, your cock is so beautiful, I love it.”

He replied, “Thank you, but you’re the one that’s beautiful, I love you.”

I thought, he said it, he said he loved me. I couldn’t believe it. Those words were never spoken to me before by anyone other than my family. Warmth came over me. It wasn’t only from the pleasure of his manhood engulfed in my body; it seemed to resonate from his heart to mine. I felt one with him. His cock was just the instrument. I can’t tell you what I felt; it was almost an out of body experience. My body and mind felt one with his. His movements seemed to mirror mine as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of me. I was in ecstasy.

After a few minutes, I flipped my leg down and was lying flat on my back now. He grabbed my cock and started to stroke it as he fucked me harder. I continued to look at him with lust and desire. I got more excited seeing him jerk me off while his cock was in my ass. I felt myself melting with him. I opened my legs more and rested them on his shoulders, allowing him to enter me further. My testicles hung down to one side of his shaft as he buried his cock inside me to its full length. My hole was still filled with his pre-cum. In and out he went as he stroked my cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he fucked me. The thought of Patrick, this older man, loving me was all I could think about. Within minutes my cock felt like it was going to explode.

I moaned, “Oh Patrick, it feels so good, I can’t take much more, I’m going to cum.”

He moved one of his hands to my waist area, putting a firm grip on it. He started increasing his speed as he continued to jerk my cock off. I couldn’t believe the pleasure I was feeling. I could sense he was going to cum soon by the tightening of his grip on my waist.

I yelled out, “I want you to cum in me.”

He replied, “Are you sure?”

I cried out, “Yes, I want you, cum inside me.”

With that Patrick pushed his massive cock in me. He increased his speed and was breathing heavily. I could feel his thighs pounding against my buttocks. I watched as he fucked me ferociously. I was sliding back on the floor with each thrust of his cock. His cock was splitting me in half, but I loved it. After a few minutes, it felt like it swelled some more. The head was pulsing as he grew closer to climaxing. I could only hold on as he took control.

Minutes later he yelled out, “I’m coming!”

I squeezed down on my muscles surrounding his cock as it exploded! He shot the first wave of semen in my ass. It felt volcanic. He continued to pump and ejaculated in my ass. I felt my own cock reaching a climax too. Patrick stroked it till it erupted too. Cum was shooting out from my cock on to my stomach as he continued to unload his own in me wave after wave. My balls were sliding along his shaft as it slid in and out lubricated by his cum. He arched his back and stuck his cock in further. He screamed with desire as he shot his last load. I could feel his semen spill into my ass hole with each wave. I reached down and grabbed his hands and pulled him closer while his cock was still inside me. I could feel his thighs pressed against my ass with all nine inches buried inside in. It was still hard. He had motioned to move out but I didn’t let him. I wanted more.

I quickly turned over, back on my hands and knees and said, “Fuck me, fuck me more, Patrick.”

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WARNING: I tend to use the “n-word” in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn’t for you! Remember that this story is entirely fictional and should not be taken seriously by anyone.

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“I can’t believe I fucking wrecked it.” I muttered, slamming my hands down on my steering wheel. I continued cursing to myself as I drove into the local auto shop. I stepped out of my car and walked into the mechanic’s shop.

“Excuse me, sir.” The large black man in front of me spun around. “I recently got into a little fender bender, and I’m gonna need these dents pushed out.” He eyed me up and then dismissed me with an ignorant tone.

“Yeah…whatever.” He went to work on my car as I grabbed a seat against the wall. I couldn’t help but be impressed by the man’s giant muscles. Not only was he about a foot taller than me, but every time he lifted a heavy tool, his muscles flexed so hard that they nearly ripped at the seams of his shirt. Looking around, it was obvious that he wasn’t the only man like this that worked here. I could see about a dozen muscular black males, all glistening with sweat.

It didn’t take them long before every dent on my car was pushed back out. The same muscular man from before stomped his way over to me with a stern look on his face.

“Okay, boy, it’s done. Here’s your bill.” When I finally took my eyes off his rippling muscles, I looked down at the paper he handed me. I couldn’t believe the price that was listed on it!

“Are you serious?! There’s no way I’m paying that much!” I tossed the bill back into his hand. He just stared at me. Suddenly, with a smirk on his face, he spoke up.

“Don’t worry about paying this.” He said, sounding suspiciously too nice. “Why don’t you come by tonight, and me and the boys will help you work out some other form of payment?”

“Really?! That would be great. Thank you.” Without giving it much thought, I made my way into my car and eagerly went home. Under the cover of night, I went back to the mechanic. Still unsure of what my payment would entail, I entered into their shop a little anxious. When I finally got into the garage, I noticed the same group of black men from before. Most were just standing around idly, though some of them seemed to be waiting for something.

“It’s about damn time, white boy.” Ignoring the racial comment, I walked over to the boss I met before.

“I’m here to pay up, sir. What did you have in mind?” I said, while being unable to take my eyes off his giant chest muscles.

“‘Sir’? I like that tone, little boy. It’s gonna serve you well tonight.” With a slight motion of his hand, the rest of the men started to walk over to me. It wasn’t long before I noticed that a circle of disgruntled black men was starting to form around me.

“W…What’s going on here?” I could feel my heart racing as I saw the looks of hate and disgust on their faces.

“You said you wanted to pay us back, honky. Well here’s your chance. I hope you’re ready…because tonight’s gonna be a night you’ll never forget.” The hatred in their eyes was quickly overcome with hunger and lust. With my heart now beating uncontrollably, I quickly bolted for the door. I didn’t even make it two feet before one of those huge hulking men grabbed me by the throat. With one muscular hand, he lifted me up completely off the ground.

“Please! Please stop!” I could feel a couple tears drip from my eyes. I wasn’t sure what these guys were going to do to me, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good.

“Someone shut that faggot up!” One of the other shirtless guys yelled. The man who had his hand around my neck leaned over to the workbench and grabbed a leather strap. He shoved part of it into my mouth and tied it around the back of my head. He threw me down onto the cold concrete as I murmured inaudibly. He slid a couple chains through the chain loops that were built into the floor. He grabbed my arms and forced them against the ground. I squealed slightly as he tightened the chains around my arms and tied them into place.

I watched as the group of sweaty black hunks circled in closer to me. I squirmed and thrust my body back and forth, trying desperately to break free. The men just smiled with confidence when they heard my muffled screams.

“I’ll go get some ‘tools’ to help open this fag up.” One man said, in a suspicious manner. A couple minutes after he left the room, I finally started to settle down. It was clear that all my fighting and screaming wasn’t doing anything useful. Finally able to think straight, I looked around the room. I could see about a dozen muscular black men all staring at me strangely. Each one of these alpha males seemed to be at least twice my size. As fearful as I was, I couldn’t deny how incredibly masculine and powerful they looked. Suddenly, I heard thunderous footsteps from behind me.

“These should get you nice and loose!” He said, slamming a heavy box down in front of me. My eyes got huge when I saw numerous giant floppy dildos hanging out of the sides sarıyer escort of the box. Some were bigger than others, but most of them seemed to be something that people would classify as “XXL”. A few of them looked to be about as thick as my wrist, while some others were about the size of a normal penis. I began squirming and breathing heavily, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Get a load of this loser, boys.” The man behind me said, looking out into the group of black alphas. “He’s so excited…he can’t wait to start getting his ass torn apart.” They started laughing amongst themselves as my muffled groans became even louder. Eventually, I was screaming through the leather strap in my mouth so loudly that the man behind me came and knelt down in front of me. He grabbed a clump of hair on my head and lifted it up to face him.

“Don’t worry. We’re gonna take good care of your ass, faggot.” He reached over and ran his hands over each rubbery dildo in the box. “Now which one do you think we should start with?” He started with his hands over the smaller ones, and gradually moved to the bigger ones. The more he ventured into ass destroying territory, the more I shook my head back and forth, begging him not to use those.

“Oh…really? These are the ones you want? You must really have a hungry asshole, little white boy.” Purposefully misinterpreting my actions, he smiled as he pulled out one of the biggest ones in the box. I threw my head from side to side and stared right into his eyes. I knew he understood what I was saying. He clearly enjoyed seeing me fearful and scared.

“Don’t worry, wimp. Soon we’ll have this monster balls deep inside of you. Just be patient.” He said, arrogantly smirking. He grabbed a can of automotive grease from the workbench and slathered some on the huge dildo. As he ran his hand up and down the shaft, I finally got an idea of just how unrealistically big this giant lump of silicone was. Even this muscle god’s giant hands weren’t big enough to reach all the way around the diameter of the shaft. It must have been as wide as a man’s closed fist. It was hard to judge the gigantic length of this monstrous creation…but it was well over a foot long. After the entire shaft was shiny and dripping with grease, he started walking back behind me.

Suddenly, I felt his giant muscular hands grab at the waistline of my pants. With one strong pull, he yanked them clean off me.

“Please…don’t.” I uttered, sounding already defeated. He didn’t even acknowledge me. He grasped the wide base of the toy and forced it towards my bare ass. I felt the slippery head press tightly against my butthole. Without much resistance, the greasy head slipped right into me.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” I tried my hardest to get free, but the chains on the floor were far too strong. Even though I only had taken the head of this unnaturally large cock, it was still the largest thing that had ever been in my ass.

“Relax, faggot.” One of the black guys said from the shadows. “We’re just opening you up for the grand finale!” I knew all my begging and screaming was clearly doing nothing. I laid my head down on the concrete floor, trying desperately to ignore the pain. As he finally inserted every last inch into my ass, I felt the large silicone balls press tightly against me. I was already panting and out of breath even before he started to fuck me with it.

“Damn, honky! I gotta say…I’m proud of you. Your boy pussy just ate up this dildo like it was nothing.” The width of this giant dildo was more evident than ever before. It felt like someone had shoved their entire arm into my ass. The pain returned as he forcefully yanked the long dick out of my ass. Before the head slipped completely out, he rammed it back in, in its entirety. Knowing full well that my requests for mercy would go ignored, I had no choice but to groan quietly to myself.

“Listen up, my niggas! This worthless white piece of trash is finally starting to enjoy himself.” The man behind me said, smirking to himself. After what seemed like an eternity of having that giant rubber dick tear apart my insides, he finally pulled it out one last time. By now, I was a panting and moaning mess. I couldn’t even think straight anymore. Thanks to that vicious pounding, I had lost all feeling in my ass.

The giant black man finally dropped the dildo to the floor. I heard a huge wet bang as the heavy extra-large dildo flopped against the concrete. Suddenly, I felt the man behind me press one of his hands tightly against the gaping chasm that used to be my tight asshole. I couldn’t help but acknowledge the jolt of pleasure and feeling that shot through me as he rubbed his fingers on the worn out edges of my loose asshole. I hated to admit it, but just hearing the wet slopping sounds of him fingering my greasy ass started to get me aroused.

“You ready, boys?” The man said, looking out into the dark room filled with huge black men. “I think this fag is more than ready for the real thing!” Without being able to turn around, I shuddered sefaköy escort to think what was going on when I heard him undo his zipper. I listened intently, hearing the sound of something thick and heavy slamming down against the outside of his jeans.

“Let’s go, guys! I wanna wreck this this fag’s hole once and for all!” He said, sounding annoyed. I watched as the guys in front of me started grabbing at the bulges in their jeans. As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t help but wonder just how big their dicks must be to make bulges that size! One of the men reached his huge muscular arm into the fly of his jeans and started to yank out something heavy.

I gasped with a mix of amazement and fear. He pulled out a huge veiny dick that must have been as thick as my wrist. He let his soft dick drop down. I watched in pure awe as his soft anaconda flopped around a bit before finally settling down. The head of his gargantuan cock nearly reached down to his kneecaps! I gasped again, with my mouth completely hanging open.

“This must be the first time you’ve seen a REAL man’s cock, huh faggot?” The man in front of me said, holding his arms at his waist in a heroic pose. I couldn’t deny how incredibly masculine and powerful he looked. His soft floppy horse-sized cock, his glistening muscular chest, his arrogant and dominant attitude…everything about him just screamed “alpha male.” I couldn’t help but feel incredibly inferior as I looked out at the group of black alphas that were all whipping out their monstrous sized cocks.

I knew exactly what was about to happen to me. I knew that no amount of begging or crying could help me now. They had already ripped my ass to shreds…what more damage could they do? I tried my best to brace myself as the group of hung black alphas gathered around me. Their giant dicks flopped from side to side with every step closer to me. I could feel my body start to shake in fear as they all gathered around my ass.

“Damn! That pussy sure is damaged. But I bet we can wreck this fag even more.” The room erupted with laughs and words of agreement. Suddenly, I felt one of their monster dicks slam down against my ass. The weight of his massive meat stick nearly slammed me against the concrete floor. He turned around and looked at the crowd of black men.

“Which one of you wants to help me break open this nice white boy pussy?” One of the black alphas walked up, dick in hand, and stood to the side of the other man. They each grabbed their own dick and squished them tight against each other. Without any warning, they launched their collective dicks right into my already sore asshole.

“Fucking hell!!” My sloppy and dripping wet asshole easily ate up every inch of their superior cocks. Strangely, the feeling of pain and fear that was there before seemed to be replaced with pleasure. I couldn’t deny how incredible it felt to have these two black alphas jamming their gargantuan cocks into my ass. With alternating motions, the two superior men began pounding me without mercy. When one pulled back, the other pushed forward, making sure that at any given second I had a black dick pushing apart my insides. The pleasure of having the shit pounded out of me, mixed with the sound of their big meaty nuts banging against each other was starting to drive me crazy.

I could hear my grunts of fear starting to shift into moans of pleasure. Not only was fighting back no longer an option…but just lying there wasn’t any option either anymore. I reached out towards one of the black men standing in front of me. I grabbed his massive dick tightly in one hand and watched as his soft meat ballooned out around my tight grasp.

“Well, well.” He said in an arrogant and cocky tone. “Looks like this faggot is starting to really enjoy himself. Let’s show this loser just how much white boys love nigga dick!” A couple of the black men stood in front of me. As the two black men continued to tear away at my asshole behind me, I reached out and grabbed the two big dicks in front of me. I yanked the one on the left up to my mouth. Hungrily, I ran my tongue up and down the seemingly endless shaft. Every taste of his superior dick made me feel more and more inferior as I knelt before this god. In a haze of lust, I let his dick drop out of my hands and flop back down to his legs. I grabbed the one on the right and did the same thing. Running my tongue over every inch and slapping the heavy meat stick against my face. I couldn’t help but enjoy the arrogant smiles on their faces. For some reason, knowing that I was making them happy started to make me happy.

The second I inserted one of those dicks fully into my mouth, the man took charge. He grabbed my head and forced as many inches of his giant dick down my throat as he could. I could feel my face turning red as I gagged and gasped for air. Finally, he stopped face fucking me and let his dick slide out of my mouth. After catching my breath for a second, I looked up at the other guy and opened my dripping wet mouth.

“M-More…please…” seyrantepe escort I uttered, exhausted and barely able to think properly. His eyes opened widely as he smiled arrogantly.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Finally this worthless white pig is starting to learn his place!” He grabbed me by my hair and forced his hips forward, rocketing his dick right into my mouth. As if he was fucking some girl, he thrust in and out of my mouth without any mercy. I could feel the thick streams of saliva running down my chin and chest. After his yanked out his dick and threw my head back down, I looked behind me. The two men were still mercilessly ripping apart my ass.

“Please…I need more…more dicks…” I tried my hardest to speak as thick streams of spit were still pouring out of my mouth.

“You want more nigga dicks, don’t you faggot?” I nodded my head while smiling, still in a drunken stupor of pleasure. “Then fucking say it, white boy! Beg for these nigga dicks!” His loud voice echoed through the auto shop.

“Please give me more nigger dicks! I need MORE!” I begged as loudly as I could.

“That’s a good little slave.” He slapped my ass and made me yelp with excitement. The two black men behind me walked away and another two took their place. I looked back and marveled at the huge muscled chests of the two new black alphas. Both of them had dicks just as big as the ones before. I grinned with excitement when I realized that just one of them would be able to satisfy a horse! I pressed my sore and loose ass up into the air, waiting desperately for these alpha males to bless me with a rough and violent pounding. Without any resistance, they slipped their dicks into my wet and greasy chasm. They put their arms around each other’s shoulders and started thrusting in and out. Within a couple seconds, they picked up the pace and were tearing into my ass at lightning fast speeds. They looked to each other and smirked; two brothas united over their love of destroying young white holes.

As I moaned and grunted with pleasure, two new guys stood in front of me. One of them grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up to face him.

“You’re a good little slave, aren’t you boy?” He said, in a very low and manly voice. I nodded intently. “Then beg like a slave does.” Without skipping a beat I said,

“Please, sir, fill my mouth with every inch of your superior nigger meat!” Just saying those words made me squirm with lust and pleasure. He grinned slightly then collected a big wad of spit in his mouth. Yanking my lips open with his hands, he spit directly into my mouth.

“That’s a good boy. You show respect when a nigga uses you.” As he thrust his dick into my mouth over and over again, he fucked his wad of spit right down my throat. The other guy beside him nudged him to the side.

“Come on, nigga, move over. I wanna try out this fag’s throat too.” With one hand, he pulled at the side of my mouth. With the other hand, he squeezed the head of his cock tight against my mouth. I tried my best to gurgle some words out, but with a mouthful of dick and spit, I couldn’t say anything. Suddenly, it popped in past my lips. Their two dicks were now stretching apart the sides of my mouth. One of them slapped me hard across the face.

“Why the fuck are you just sitting there, you dumb white bitch?! Starting wrecking your throat on our nigga dicks!” I rocked my head front and back, gagging myself with every motion. I could feel those two girthy dicks being squeezed tightly in my sore mouth. I tried my best to take every inch I could, but eventually their dicks reached so far into my throat that I was gasping for breath. I tried pulling back, but one of the guys grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back.

“You’re not getting away that easily, bitch. Look how much you still have to take.” I looked down to see the wet marks that my mouth made on their shafts. I was able to deepthroat about 6 inches of both their shafts at once. To my amazement, I had even more than 6 inches to go if I wanted to get all the way down to the balls.

“I know you can take more than that, slave!” He forced my head forward and crammed a couple more inches down my esophagus.

“Damn, nigga.” The one guy said as he looked to the other one. “This fag’s throat sure feels good.” They thrust in and out of my mouth, as if my throat was just some hole for them to use for their pleasure. As I gagged and spit up huge piles of thick saliva, the two hunks behind me never stopped jackhammering their dicks into my ass. With four foot-long dicks inside of me at the same time, I felt every shred of manhood I had start to melt away. Every time one of them thrust into me, I started to crave them more and more.

After a couple hours of being used and abused by hugely hung black alphas, the onslaught finally stopped. Every one of them had their turn inside of me. Whether they gagged and choked my sore throat or pounded away at my completely destroyed boy pussy, I pleasured every one of those men as if it was my job. As I lay there, dripping juices out of both of my holes, I couldn’t even think back to a time when I didn’t crave black dicks. My mind was so dazed and overcome with lust that I could barely remember my own name. The boss came back around to my front. He leaned down and stared right at me as I panted and tried to catch my breath.

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