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I remember the first day I met him. I had answered an ad for a drummer for this new singer that was supposed to be the next hot thing. I had heard his first hit on the radio, and had pictured him as some heartsick emo boy playing sensitive to get the girls swooning. But I was broke and a job’s a job.

I was shown into a practise room and given a number. I recognised some of the other guys there including a past lover or two. I had known from the time I was around 12 that I was gay. I think it was just as obvious to my friends and family as years later when I did the dramatic coming out thing, the overall reaction was, yeah we know.

When it was my turn to show my stuff I sat down at a spare kit, there was a bass player, a keyboard player and I guessed the manager all waiting for our boy to arrive.

Then he came into the room. My first impression was how small he was, he looked like a little boy and so skinny like a stiff wind could blow him to Bermuda. Then he looked at me. I was not prepared for those eyes.

My heart skipped a beat as he smiled at me and his eyes seemed to look into my very soul like deep blue lasers cutting through me. I faked a coughing fit to get time to recover, which turned into a real coughing fit. Someone handed me a glass of water.

With a soft, heavily accented British voice he asked me if I was OK. I nodded and he strapped on his guitar and we played a few songs.

Then I was thanked for coming by the manager and asked to give contact information. Which I did expecting to not hear a damn thing back.

Right after I left the audition, I bought his CD. Normally I’m more of a heavy metal or hard rock type, but there was something in his songs that grabbed me where I was most vulnerable and before it was done I was in tears from the raw and honest emotions. No doubt about it, the boy is talented.

A week went by and I had been trying unsuccessfully to get him out of my mind. In my obsession I read up on him, disappointed to find he was by all accounts straight. Not that I imagined I had a shot at him.

Then I got the call, it was him. He told me I had the job if I wanted it. He went on to explain that there would be only two weeks of rehearsal, starting the very next day, before we would be out on tour, first of Europe, then the UK and then the US. I hadn’t said anything past “hello” and I think he must have wondered if I had hung up on him.

He paused, ‘Paul? Are you still with me?”

You don’t know how much I want to be with you, is what I wanted to say. After all just hearing him say my name made me hard, but instead I said I would be at the rehearsal the following day.

I made extra effort the next morning to make sure nothing would “come up” during rehearsals. I jacked off twice, and took a cold shower as extra insurance. I arrived at the rehearsal hall just as the rest of the band came in. Introductions were made mecidiyeköy escort all around and they seemed like good blokes. My gaydar didn’t pick up on any of them, so I decided to not go into that aspect of my life just yet.

Then he joined us. He stopped to talk to a leggy brunette who was sitting near the back of the room. She smiled at him and rose to give him a kiss. I tried not to imagine those full lips of his on mine; instead I fumbled with the drum kit a bit pretending to be tightening the already tight screws on the hi-hat.

You would think the intimacy of being out on the road with someone would give you the opportunity to get to know them, but our boy was pretty reserved. He had this funny way of coming off as really friendly and warm while keeping you at arm’s length. Don’t get me wrong, he’d talk to me, but he would shy away from talking about himself. He had a disarming habit of almost interviewing the people around him but he did it in such a natural way you didn’t realise it until you had a quiet moment to yourself.

His girlfriend was with him the entire European leg of the tour; she was much taller than him and very beautiful. It was pretty obvious she adored him. One awkward trip, he was in the window seat she was next to him and I was on the aisle seat. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him, and I had to pretend to not see her rubbing his crotch and nibbling his neck. I had to put my jacket in my lap to prevent anyone from seeing how this was raising my interest, at one point I glanced up and he looked at me, flashed an embarrassed grin and shrugged his shoulders.

We had a couple of weeks off between the tours; once we got back together I could see something had changed. First off his girlfriend was not around as much. I also caught him looking at me a lot more with those penetrating eyes, like he was trying to figure out something important and I was the key to solving it.

He also took to drinking a great deal. Not to say he was a tee-totaler before, but one or two beers was usually it, but after the first show in London, he managed to down four beers before I had my first one opened.

The band and I talked about it one night after he had taken off for the hotel. Some guessed lady troubles, others the burden of sudden fame, I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew there was more to it.

One night he came on to me, at first I thought he was joking, but I could see by the little-boy-lost look he had that he meant it. He further confounded me by freaking out when I tried to take him up on it later that evening, and then the next morning he wouldn’t look me in the eye.

I told myself I didn’t need a sexually confused nutcase in my personal life, and I considered calling it a day and letting this gig go, but a quick mental tallying of my finances made me resolve to just give him a wide berth and keep pendik escort in on the purely professional.

The turning point was when the guys in the band decided the travelling movie one day would be a soft-core porno. I had a raging hard-on and it gave me the courage to force my hand with him. I went to the room at the back of the bus and let myself in. He was sound asleep on his back, his lips slightly parted which made me get even more turned on. I knelt next to him and pulled his shirt open and started kissing him on the neck the same way his girlfriend did that one day.

After a few minutes his eyes opened and he sat up, pushing me away. I could see that he was both turned on and a bit scared, but I didn’t relent even when he protested that this was not the time or place for this. Instead I pulled him to me and stuck my cock in his mouth. I half expected him to protest but he didn’t.

I knew he hadn’t done it before, his tentative attempts made me nuts. I unfortunately lost it, and wound up essentially mouth raping him. He flipped out once I let him go, his eyes were positively murderous, I really thought he was going to kill me right then and there. I slunk back to my seat and waiting for him to come after me.

I laid low for the rest of that day. I knew I had really fucked up and I figured at any time I was going to be told I was fired or worse he would find me and beat the living shit out of me. And I would have it coming. Strangely though he didn’t. I was made bold by this and laid in wait for him after the show and made a move. I somehow charmed him into letting me into his room that night. I couldn’t believe my luck although part of me wondered if I was going to get that beating I deserved instead.

I showered and headed to his room, the door was unlocked so I just jumped into the room and tore off my robe. The scene that greeted me wasn’t quite what I expected. There he was all right, his small but chiselled bod wrapped only in a towel. But there was also the matter of his very naked girlfriend. He shot me a look of pure horror and then lost all colour in his face.

She may have been a pretty chick but she was no airhead, it took her less than a minute to size up the situation and she yanked him into the bathroom, slamming the door. I couldn’t hear them talking but I was pretty sure I was the main topic. I took the cowardly way and started to sneak out but she yelled at me to stay where I was.

They came out a few minutes later, she now had on a towel as well and she said to me out of his ear shot that she was turned on by the idea of watching a man have sex with another man, that if I played my cards right both of us could get what we wanted. I was pretty shocked but willing to play along.

We took the tried and true method of letting him get very drunk. She had brought champagne and poured us all a glass, but we sipped sancaktepe escort ours while he finished off the first bottle and most of a second.

She caught my eye and we descended on him. First she gave him head while sat behind him, holding him tight to me and trying to get him further turned on. Then at her signal we switched places. She pulled him towards her so he was leaning way back on her and trapped him as I lubed up and lifted him up to enter his ass.

I think he was surprised because he bucked and twisted, trying to lift himself off the bed. He made a half screaming noise as I pushed into his tight ass that was muted by his girlfriend covering his mouth with hers. It was pretty obvious that he was not expecting it, and had his girlfriend not held him in place he would have unseated me.

Meanwhile I had an attack of conscience, on the one hand his ass felt so good to me as I slowly pushed in but the look in his eyes and the way every muscle in his body tensed I knew I was hurting him. I shifted slightly and pulled out slowly meaning to withdraw without going any further but his girlfriend gestured for me to continue.

Well, damned if I do, damned if I don’t, I figured so I kept on. I lifted him up a bit more and bent him forward, after a few minutes he relaxed and I could tell I was getting to him. He tightened around me and he grew hard. His girlfriend smiled at me and then let go of him and just watched us for a few minutes before deciding to give him a blowjob.

I watched his face as I moved in him. His eyes were almost sightlessly staring up at the ceiling, his jaw was tightly clenched and he winced slightly each time I thrust home but he made no noise, I was getting pretty spooked by this, for all the reaction I was getting I could have been making love to a mannequin. I looked over at his girlfriend who was now also fingering herself.

I didn’t want to see his eyes anymore so I pulled out of him and lifted him off the bed turning him around. I lifted his hips up and re-entered him from behind. She took this opportunity to get underneath him and we both fucked him at the same time.

I finally found my release and pulled out of him, his girlfriend rode him until she came sinking her teeth into his shoulder and her nails ripping his back, but I really don’t think he did, he was just going through the motions. When she released him he rolled over onto his back, still totally silent, his eyes unfocused and far away.

Finally the silence got to me, I got up on one arm and looked at him, “Well boss?” I queried.

His turned to look at me, visibly making an effort to focus on my face and gave an eerie half smile, his pupils were so huge I could barely see the blue of his irises and said in a totally flat emotionless voice, that he would let me live, for now.

Then he started to laugh, it sent chills down my spine, I could tell by looking into his eyes that he had snapped, and I feared for his sanity, and to be honest my safety.

His girlfriend and I exchanged looks as the laughter went on then just as suddenly it stopped and he closed his eyes, and seemingly went to sleep. She and I were left wondering what the hell we had gotten ourselves into.

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Diego met with Sara at the library to work on her grant application. He enjoyed using his passion for advanced mathematical theories to help with his student’s proposals. But Sara’s attention seemed to be elsewhere.

“You never told me, how did your appointment with Johnny’s cousin go?” the energetic blonde asked as Diego looked through the PowerPoint slides on her laptop.

“We’re here to talk about your project.”

“Screw my project! I want to hear all about you and Remy.”

Diego couldn’t help but smile at the mention of Remy’s name. “Might I ask, what did you tell him about me?”

“I told him that you have an advanced degree in mathematics but you’re stuck in this redneck town selling real-estate and mentoring little science nerds.”

“Did you talk about Jenessa?”

“You mean the fact that your daughter’s pregnant with my brother’s kid? And how you were forced to put her on a plane and send her halfway across the country to protect her from your cunt of a wife? Yeah, it came up.”

“Sara, do not use such language,” Diego said in a rather calm tone.

“It’s the truth! Your wife is a horrible human being. You put Jen on a plane to Seattle because your wife would have likely pushed her down a flight of stairs.”

“I’m not going to argue.”

“Because you know I’m right. So when’s the next time you’re meeting Remy? He’s so smart and so gorgeous!”

Diego shrugged. It had been nearly a week since his appointment. What he hadn’t told Sara was that he had been masturbating religiously ever since. Whenever he would get in the shower or bed, all he could think about was Remy’s touch. Although he still suffered from back pain, his panic attacks and anxiety had been noticeably reduced.

Sara was still talking. “Do you have another appointment? Does he have your number? Screw it, I’m calling him.”

“Sara!”

“I already have early acceptance to UCLA. So I want to take the evening off and spend it with my boyfriend and his cousin. You can either come with me or drive yourself home. I can walk.”

Diego looked at the clock. It was already six. They had been working since four. And the last thing he wanted was for her to be walking alone after sunset. Diego tossed Sara his car keys.

“Let your mother know where we’re going, and I’ll let you drive.”

Sara caught the keys with one hand as she pulled out her phone. “I’ll send her a text- and of course I’m driving, you’ve never been to Remy’s house.”

“We’re going to Remy’s house?” he asked nervously. The rubber tip of his cane clanked against the tile floor as he stood up, causing a few glares.

“Yeah, Remy’s house, where my boyfriend parks his van,” Sara said loudly. She flipped her middle finger to the glaring patrons as she left.

Diego took a deep breath as he followed Sara to the car. “Was that necessary?”

“Yes, it was. Just because you’re 6’2″ and physically fit doesn’t mean people can disregard your handicap. You’re a disabled veteran they need to show some respect.”

Sara and Diego drove a few minutes from town to a suburban cul-de-sac, where Remy met them at the door. The young doctor looked sexy and exotic, in sweatpants and a t-shirt with his long dark hair loose over his shoulders. “Sara! What brings you here?”

“I come bearing gifts. I’ll trade you my mentor for half an ounce of weed.”

Remy chuckled. “Hello, Diego. I wondered when you were going to take me up on that drink offer.”

Diego followed Sara and Remy inside the house. “I was away on business, in Wyoming for a few days, negotiating a land deal for a client.” The sun shone through the ceiling of the single story home. “Wow, it’s really spacious in here.”

“Four bedrooms, two baths; more space then I could ever afford on my own.” He went to his bedroom and came back with a single joint that he handed to Sara, along with a lighter.

“Thank you,” Sara said. “Is Johnny home?”

“If my cousin was home, you would have seen him by now. That boy follows you around like a puppy.”

“I’ll just wait for him in the backyard. You two have fun.” Sara exited, leaving Remy and Diego alone.

“Diego, can I offer you a drink? I have wine, coffee, soda.”

“Whatever is easiest,” Diego replied, silivri escort following him to the kitchen.

Remy took out a bottle of wine from the fridge. He playfully shook it a little as if to see how empty it was. Although it was clear from the shadows on the bottle that container was over half full.

Diego chuckled apprehensively. “I probably shouldn’t drink. Sara will need someone to drive her home.”

“Don’t worry, Johnny is straightedge.”

“Straightedge?”

“He doesn’t drink or smoke pot, one of the many reasons he lives out in his van,” Remy laughed at his own joke. “Sara will get wasted, they’ll probably have sex, and then afterward he’ll be fine to take her home.” Remy poured the bottle of wine into a half-empty bottle of Coke then served himself a glass. “My dad used to make this all the time. Try some.”

Diego took a sip. The thought crossed his mind: if he became inebriated, how was he going to get himself home? “That certainly is interesting.”

“Are you hungry? I was about to start dinner. Maybe after, I can show you my room: my fortress of solitude.”

That was his answer; Remy was expecting him to stay the night. “I could eat.” Diego watched as he prepared eggplant curry with mixed vegetables and naan bread.

Remy explained that he and all of his roommates were vegan but offered to order Diego something if that made him uncomfortable.

“I’m looking forward to tasting your food. It’s been a while since I had a home-cooked meal.”

To pass the time, Diego asked Remy about his roommates. Gia was a traveling yoga instructor. Her boyfriend Jordon was a contractor. And the third roommate, Tyler, worked as a welder at a factory that produced custom farming equipment. “So you’re in real-estate, why?” Remy asked as he set the table.

“It’s a living.”

“So are a lot of things. You have an advanced degree. Don’t you also work as a tutor?”

“I like the ability to travel. Make my own hours, meet new people. As for my work as a tutor, I do that as a hobby.”

“What you’re saying is after your son died you got stuck in North Dakota.”

“Why do you stay? You could practice your holistic medicine anywhere. I imagine someplace like Oregon or California would be much more welcoming than the Midwest.”

“True, I stay for my cousin. Johnny’s the only family I’ve got.”

Diego looked around the kitchen. Pinned to a cork board was a picture of Remy with an older man. They appeared to be sitting in a snowy area. “Where was this taken?”

“Alaska. I cared for my father for the last few months of his life. He wanted to die someplace beautiful.” Remy turned his attention to Diego. “Do you smoke the devil’s lettuce?”

“I’ve toked an ounce or two in my time.”

With dinner came introductions to all of Remy’s roommates, and lots of marijuana. Johnny and Sara took their meal in the backyard. That would be the last Diego saw of Sara that evening.

After the meal, he found himself in Remy’s bedroom staring up at the ceiling. `Take the Money and Run,’ by Steve Miller Band, played on an endless loop, from an iPod speaker. The ceiling had been painted with a massive pattern of pastel colors against a dark background. “Did you paint that?” Diego asked as Remy lay beside him.

“Yeah, it’s the northern lights. I went to Iceland the year after my father died. When I looked up at the sky it was like I could feel his spirit,” Remy words slurred, “will you hold me?”

“Of course.” Diego kissed Remy’s forehead as he held him close.

Remy cupped Diego’s face, kissing his lips to the beat of the music. “You’re too young to walk with a cane.”

“Just how old do you think I am?” Diego asked with a smile.

“Forty-something, how old do you think I am?”

Diego shrugged. “Twenty-five?”

Remy laughed out loud. “You really do want to fuck me.”

Diego could feel Remy’s erect cock pressing against his leg. He slipped his hand inside Remy’s sweatpants. “You are quite stunning.”

He could feel the younger man’s breath, hot against his neck. “Do you think it’s a coincidence that I lost my father and you lost your son, but fate saw fit to bring us together?”

Diego licked his lips. tuzla escort “As a teen, I would make love to my best friend Enrique while our girlfriends watched.”

“All they did was watch?” Remy asked with a chuckle.

“The girls thought it was so hot. But, by God, no one could make me cream myself like he did.”

“We’ll see about that.” Remy began to remove Diego’s belt, then his pants. He locked Diego’s mouth down with a kiss as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing Diego’s tattooed chest. “Your body is so fucking sexy.”

Remy removed his own t-shirt. His physique was everything Diego thought it would be; slender and muscular with a beautiful six-pack stomach and a chiseled chest. With his long hair and soulful eyes, he looked like something out of a dream.

Remy kissed Diego’s sternum, moving tenderly down his abdomen. When he reached Diego’s cock he gave it a lick down the length of his uncut shaft, making sure to softly tease the foreskin with his teeth, before taking Deigo’s erection in his mouth.

Diego laid back, His body seemed to melt into the softness of Remy’s bed. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Remy opened Diego’s hips, massaging his inner thighs gently with deep pressure. Softly stroking his skin, Remy moved his fingers to Diego’s testicles, giving them a tender squeeze. “Do you like that?” Remy then took Diego’s shaft in his mouth. He alternated between using his lips and hands, keeping Diego’s stiff cock sufficiently lubed.

Diego’s body shivered with excitement. This was what he had been thinking about every moment since their last encounter. But it also felt like a replay of their last encounter. He gently grabbed Remy by the hair. “Stop.”

Remy raised his head. “Am I hurting you?”

“I can take it.” Diego stroked Remy’s back, beckoning him to come closer. “And I can give it, as well.” Diego pulled him in for a kiss. Rolling Remy on to his back Diego’s well-lubed cock found Remy’s hole. It had been so long since he had a true fuck. He suddenly felt self-conscious. Someone as beautiful as Remy would expect to have extraordinary lovers.

Remy sat up. He pressed his lips to Deigo’s ear. “I want you,” Remy whispered, his tongue tracing the inside of Deigo’s ear. “I want to be your fantasy.”

His words sent a shiver down Diego’s spine.

Remy bit his lip as he whispered in a hot breath, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

The rush of adrenaline was enough to cause Diego’s body to run on instinct. With one arm he held Remy’s leg over his shoulder, locking their bodies into place as he penetrated Remy deep and hard. Remy was surprisingly flexible, his body molding to Diego’s touch. With his free hand, Diego gripped Remy’s cock. The movements of his hand were like second nature, jerking his shaft from the base to the tip, over and over.

Remy craned his neck, his muscles visibly tensed as he gasped for air.

Diego had never made love to a man in the missionary position. The last person he’d fucked with such passion was his wife, long before she iced him out of her life; before she relegated him to the sofa to wallow in guilt and self-hatred. “Say my name.” Diego could feel Remy’s muscles tightening, he was close. There was pre-cum lubing Remy’s cock as Diego worked his thumb over the tip.

“You are so strong, so powerful. Make me yours, mark my body with your seed.” Remy looked into his eyes with a sleepy seductive gaze. “My Vato.”

Diego increased the pace of his thrusts and strokes. He masturbated Remy to orgasm, never once breaking eye contact. Until he felt Remy’s cum coating his hand.

The way Remy’s face looked when he climaxed, was a moment of pure beauty. Remy’s eyes closed, and his lips parted just enough to let out a soft breath, “Mi Amor.”

The luscious sound of his voice put Diego over the edge. He could feel himself filling his lover’s insides with his cum, but with every thrust, Remy was tensing and moaning. Diego kept fucking, fighting against strain and fatigue until his body was too tired to continue.

Remy put his legs around Diego’s waist. “Don’t pull out. I want to fall asleep with you inside me.”

The men kissed, but with his exhausted cock, not pulling out was not an option. Diego stood üsküdar escort up and left to go wash his hands. “When I was a young man, I could make love for hours.”

“Hours?” Remy chuckled.

“I do apologize for my shortcomings,” Diego said as he returned to the bed.

“I don’t need hours of sex. I’d settle for falling asleep in your arms, listening to your heartbeat.” Remy cuddled close, resting his head on Diego’s chest.

Diego closed his eyes, stroking Remy’s hair as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Diego awoke to the bright lights streaming through Remy’s bedroom window. He rolled over to find his lover gone.

Just as he sat up, Remy appeared with a tray of coffee and cut up fruit. “Good morning, D.”

Remy looked like an angel; his beauty, his kindness. It was more then Diego deserved. “I-I need to get home to my wife.”

Remy nodded as he put the tray on the nightstand. “Okay…”

Diego stood up and attempted to get dressed. As he steadied himself on the bedpost, a horrible pain suddenly shot through his arm causing him to collapse back on to the bed. Diego’s muscles were in spasm, his body contorting into the fetal position.

“Lay flat,” Remy ordered.

“I need my pain medicine.”

“Do as I say. I’m a licensed physical therapist, remember?”

With how intense the pain was Diego knew he had little choice. “My pills are in my car.”

“I’ll get them, but first I need to keep you warm.” Remy left and returned with a heating pad as well as an extra blanket. “I need you to acknowledge the pain.”

“I assure you, I am.” There was a sense of fear in his voice. The previous night’s drug binge had numbed the damaged nerves in his back, now the pain had returned tenfold. He would likely have to go to the hospital.

Remy placed the heating pad under Diego’s pain-stricken shoulder. “I need you to take deep breaths, embrace the energy of your body.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. Because I am going to breathe with you. First, place your hand on your stomach, just below your ribs. Take a deep breath through your nose. As you inhale, let your stomach push your hand out.”

Remy took Diego’s other hand, placing it on his own chest. “Do you feel the movement of air in my lungs?”

Diego voice quivered, “Yes.” He felt the rise and fall of Remy’s chest, the force of his body and spirit.

“When I inhale, I want you to exhale. Focusing on the muscles of your abdomen, you’re going to draw from my strength.”

Diego closed his eyes. With every breath, he tightened his stomach. After a few moments Diego could swear he felt Remy’s heart. Little by little his body began to relax enough to take deep soothing breaths. He opened his eyes staring up at the northern lights.

“That’s better, D. I’m going to go get your pills, now.”

Diego squeezed Remy’s hand. “No, please stay with me.”

“Ok.” Remy got back into bed and the lovers held each other the same as they did after the previous night’s encounter. “Look, D, I don’t want to feel like an idiot. I mean, I really like you. I want to get to know you. So I just want to know, is this real?”

Diego nodded, with tears in his eyes. The pain was still present but with Remy in his arms, he felt strong enough to fight through it. “I assure you, this is very real.”

“Sure, whatever- that’s why you’re in such a hurry to get home to your wife, right?” There was a clear disappointment in Remy’s voice, but he made no attempt to leave Diego’s side.

“You have every right to be upset, but there’s something I am sure Sara did not tell you about me. After sending my daughter away, I contemplated ending my life. I even purchased a gun.”

Remy gasped. “You did what?”

Diego looked at the ceiling. In the early morning sun, the colors of the northern lights looked pale and subdued. But there was something about the image that filled him with a sense of calm. “I was a failure as a husband, as a father- as a man. I would be lying to say I don’t still feel that way. But when I’m with you, something changes. It’s like I can feel human again.” Diego could feel his hands trembling. “I-I know I have no right to ask this of you, Remy. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be saddled with someone as broken as myself.”

Remy kissed Diego’s forehead. “Anything broken can be repaired. It just takes the right glue.”

Diego couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll try my hardest to come back to you. But if I can’t, please don’t give up on me.”

“I understand. I’ll be here.”

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I guess James was one of the most well educated guys I have been with.

We met through the gay chat rooms – our conversation was slow at first but gradually it started to become more interesting. I realised that at last here was a guy that didn’t just want to share things online or on-cam and say that he would like to meet you and then, when it came to the crunch didn’t turn up and you are left frustrated and lost. All those promises and things talked about online and how it would be making me really revved up came to sweet fanny Adams and all I was left with was a big frustrating heard on which I had to satisfy with a good stiff wank.

But James kept to his word and there he was, in the pre-arranged place in a local Morrison’s car park. He’d told me the number plate to look out for and there he was, looking very approachable and just like the image on screen, not one of those guys who pretends to be someone else and when you realise he’s not you are in for a great big shock which is an immediate turn off.

But somehow James seemed genuine from the start, he was open and honest about his disability from the onset, and I guessed he would not have mentioned that otherwise than he was a genuine looking for fun guy.

As soon as he saw me heading towards his four wheel drive with shaded rear windows he gave me that wonderful warming smile, a smile which said he wanted a relationship like we had spoken about online and how it would make all the difference to him, to just come out with someone so to speak and declare his true sexuality.

Having gone through that stage myself I quite understood and soon I was there in the passenger seat beside this guy who was just about ten years my elder but I felt we were immediately compatible and realised with great relief that I could go for this guy big time and I would have absolutely no hesitation about sharing sex with him.

“Have you been with a guy before, Pete? He asked looking a little pensive, “I never asked you before – mot that it makes any difference, but I would just like to know.”

I said I had a five year relationship with a guy called Danny which ended about a year ago when he emigrated avşa escort to Australia and since then I have been ‘guy-less.’

James smiled and looked happy with that, Although I could see he wanted to ask more questions so I spurred him on; ” just ask me, James – if our relationship it going to work, which I hope it does because I already have a feel for you, you need to want to feel happy about me before we start anything huh?” He sat there for a bit, then he gulped, looked at me straight in the eyes which I liked and asked if Danny used to penetrate me or the other way around.

From there I thought the best way was to be entirely honest and pout James in the picture, so that if he felt we were not compatible after all fair enough, we could end it there and then! “It was Danny who always fucked me from the start and it grew that I could not do without his fortnightly visit.”

James looked relieved and I soon realised that he wanted to take the male place; his face went pink when I used the word fuck instead of penetration, and I teased him that he was a posh sod.

“I agree” he said, it sounds so much sensual when you use the fuck word.

He was a shy guy I could see that, he told me the problem was he lived with his aging mother and would not like for her to find out he was gay and anyway it would be difficult for us to do it in his house. I told him no problem because I had the perfect solution, we’d use a place I rented out for holidaymakers which I could fit in quite well.

“That sounds perfect, Pete I am so happy to have met you.”

“Do you do a lot of jogging, James?” I enquired seeing that he was wearing jogging gear.

He blushed again, I liked that about him, it gave me a great thrill that he was as a virgin and hadn’t been with a guy before.

“I just thought it would be easier, Pete” he said looking me straight in the eyes.

“Easier for what?” I teased knowing full well what he meant.

He stuttered and looked awkward, then was my opportunity to go further and without a further word I simply squeezed him through his joggers. He laid back his head, closed his eyes as I rummaged ayvalık escort around his lower quarters.

He suggested we move to the back, no one could see us there and he’d put a screen over the windscreen to keep the hot sun out. He’d thought of everything, anticipated what would happen, even down to his joggers, and I loved the elegant way about him and the way he spoke with that posh Oxford accent, the fuck word will never be the same after hearing him say it.

When we moved snugly into the back seat he whispered he was so glad we’d met and stroking a very ample hard-on through his joggers he urged me to undo the tie on his joggers which I did and gradually lowered them down to his knees.

“I made sure I washed well” he said as I started to lower his boxer shorts. “I wasn’t going to wear anything underneath because I thought it would be easier that way.”

I consoled him, Saying that for me that was all part of the thrill, to massage him through his boxers then gradually pulling them down to his knees to reveal that splendid appendage.

“Hark at me” I said laughing, “I am speaking posh like you now!”

He replied that he didn’t mind calling it cock just as long as I didn’t and I said he smelt sweet and I observed the scent of Dove soap, and then he told me he always uses that.

“Perhaps then soon we can shower together and we can use it on each other, James? “But I knew no matter how much he’d washed himself there that after I’d worked on him, after I’d stretched back that uncircumcised cock the exclusive scent of cock would be rampant.

And he was well formed alright and I felt no qualms about the thought of having him deep up inside my ass. For one thing I was crying out for it and the other I felt I just could not continue without a real regular fucking from a guy like James.

“I have dreamed about fucking bums” he gasped gradually becoming easier as I started to suck him. Roiling his balls gently in my hand as I took time to sample the taste of cock I had missed so much since Danny

“That is so divine” he said stroking my head with his hand as I started to deep suck that cock and bafra escort get the ambiance of his feel, gently licking it then and his balls too, it was coming quite naturally like how it was with Danny and I enjoyed it so very much, I love cock sucking particularly and it always makes me feel randy and ready for a good deep fucking.

It was almost like he was reading my mind as he puffed and panted, him asking if I would like fore him to do the same.”

Of course and much more I suggested hoping he would take the bait.

He did, I was soon minus jeans and naked and it was really lovely to be touched and explored again by someone who had never done that with another guy before.

It was fun watching him too, seeing his expression as he first took me in his mouth with a resounding gulp and started sucking away squeezing my balls just as I had done to him.

I took his free hand, grasped it and guided it to the cheeks of my ass, indicating what I would like him to do, teasing my hole around and around. “That way will prepare him right for your fuck” I said and he became so fiery it was a pleasure.

“I so want that, Pete – if only you knew the nights I have fantasised about being with you, ever since we first chatted online.

“Well now it is for real, and you are for real so let’s do it huh?”

I was as eager as was he just to feel that first time fuck from James. His cock was high and I could see it throbbing, that little bend in the middle that looked so appealing, I took it in my mouth just once more before we fucked to get a last taste of his nectar, then he was massaging it, working it inside me as I put myself into an assessable position, leaning across the back seat, one knee on it and the other stretched out waiting to feel the fuck.

It was on at last. All the talk online, all the frustration about those who did not keep a promise and the feel of a guy who really wanted it, his fuck wonderful and soothing as he easily slipped its seven inch length and I don’t know what girth into me like there was no tomorrow.

He fucked me hard and rough, I liked it that way and told him so, he fucked me some more and I felt the stretch each time he pushed it into me deeper and deeper, I had the old feeling I’d had with Danny just to be all ass for this gut to fuck, to suck, to do whatever he wanted and there was no problem with that as I was soon to discover when we next met in my flat/

Watch this space huh?

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I let out my breath in a dissatisfied hiss as Pete pulled out of me, went down on his back beside me in the bed, jerked the condom off his cock, and masturbated himself to a quick ejaculation. I turned onto my side, facing Pete, and finished myself with my hand after I’d watched the cream burble out of his cockhead. I’d still been grinding against him, taking him deep, still building up to my zone of Nirvana, when he’d left me.

I think he’d done it on purpose. He knew I needed a long buildup and wanted to luxuriate in the zone with my partner for a while before I came. The zone came faster the second and third times. I wanted it repeatedly. Pete could do that if he wanted to. He’d done that well enough for long enough that we’d melded enough that, though not married, we’d become one in everything else. We owned the house in Philadelphia together. We worked together—I in front of the camera and he behind it in TV commercials—we shared a closet. We even shared an underwear drawer—and the briefs in it. It made me feel extra sexy to wear Pete’s briefs, feeling his intimacy close to my skin.

I lay there, on my side, toying with my cock, wishing I could lure Pete back into the bed, back inside me, so that he could complete me—would take me into the Nirvana zone and let me ride on the clouds as I rode his cock. But he was having nothing of that, pulling clothes out of closet and drawers and consulting on what I wanted to keep and what he could take. All the time he was talking—very reasonably, much too reasonably—about how to divide everything else, saying he’d enlist a Realtor to get the house sold and would send me half—when I could give him an address. Clearly he didn’t want me to stay in the house or even discuss the possibility of the two of us keeping it, together. He clearly was finished with together.

I didn’t give a shit about the clothes or the house or the dishes. I wanted him on top of me again, possessing me with his hard cock, pumping me interminably until I could reach the Nirvana zone, dancing me on the clouds, coming, and then, after a cuddle, being inside me again, riding me hard and long, coming together with me that time.

But that was the problem. He said I was exhausting him—that I couldn’t get enough, often enough. Couples settled down, he said. They mellowed and other aspects of life together became as important, as meaningful, as the sex. He wanted a relationship that went beyond him keeping his cock hard for me as I luxuriated in the Nirvana zone.

We had merged in all ways except for cars. We didn’t share cars. He had his Dodge Ram truck and me my Mustang convertible. If we’d come to share even that, maybe I wouldn’t be standing at the upstairs bedroom window, still naked, still hopeful, and pulling on my cock, as I watched him drive away in his Dodge Ram.

* * * *

The season was over on the beach north of Ocean City and, save for a two-hour slice of time in the early afternoon, the wind was too raw to lay on the beach. Forget about going into the water. The ocean’s resentment at the end of the beach season had been translated into angry surf. I had finally given into Pete’s relentless e-mails to get out of the house, brought to the head by a signed sales contract, and had booked the cabin on the beach on impulse. It was clear that it was over with Pete. I hadn’t had sex since he left me, hoping against hope that he’d be back, and I was crawling the walls.

I had decided to go cold turkey on sex, though. I had decided that it was me—that I was oversexed and had indulged to the point of not thinking of, caring about, the needs of my partner. Pete had been a good thing, compatible in every way, a good help-mate and capable of taking me to and holding me in the Nirvana zone long enough for me to melt. I clearly had taken advantage of that and not cultivated the needs he had. I decided that I needed to train myself to want and need less. Surely as I aged, my overweening need for prolonged sex—my satyriasis, the male version of nymphomania—would lessen and maybe even go away. Maybe I had just found Pete at the wrong time of my life. Maybe I needed to push myself to that time of life.

The cabin had no WiFi. I had purposely booked it for that reason—not just because it was tiny, unheated, and cheap for out-of-season beachfront. I was denying myself access to the Internet—to sex videos, dating services, and dirty stories. I also denied self-gratification to the extent I could. The nervous energy this gave me, though, was having me bouncing off the walls of the beach cottage.

I took to walking the beach in the morning and the afternoon and at twilight. In season, there would be eye candy to ogle and to flirt with and signal to. I knew all about identifying prospective tops and flirting and signaling. And, as a male model, I had no trouble being successful with that. But it was early October. The beach eye candy was long gone. At the most there were joggers, serious muscle builders, anamur escort pounding up and down the surf line, taking advantage of the hard-packed sand that the surf was still saturating.

I walked farther up the sand, giving the joggers their space, but staying within ogling distance of them.

It was late in the afternoon, within an hour of twilight. The beach seemed deserted, as did the houses—mostly ’50s-style cottages, like mine, with the occasional more recent McMansion pushing in—lining the beach. I had never felt as alone—as jittery sexually—and was about to go inside, frustrated by the aloneness and contemplating going out to try to find a gay bar that hadn’t closed for the season, while recognizing I wouldn’t find one.

I saw him jogging up the beach from a great distance, moving quickly, legs pumping in his baggy athletic shorts, his torso covered with a loose hoodie. He was my age or a bit younger, obviously a bodybuilder, a serious muscle man. As he came closer I could see that he probably was a boxer too, his face showing the scars of combat. His arms were pumping and he was concentrating on his run. At first I thought he hadn’t seen me at all—that he was completely absorbed in himself and his workout. But as he came closer, coming at me, we made eye contact and he smiled. I smiled back, and nodded. He continued on up the beach.

He was behind me now. I turned several times to watch him run, my cock hard from the need of someone being inside me and with him being more than satisfactory in my fantasies of being pumped. One of the times I looked around, I found that he had too. He knew I was here. He was interested in me. But he was behind me, still running, probably running out of my life.

But then I heard him coming up behind me, on his return up the beach. He was puffing but not straining, just setting a rhythm of breathing as he ran. Passing me, he turned and ran backward a couple of paces, smiling at me, his hand going to his basket, giving me both a signal and a question. I smiled back, my own hand instinctively going to my basket, signaling my own interest.

There, up ahead, as he continued to run, I saw him pull off his hoodie, showing a muscular, hairy chest, and stuffed the hoodie in the back waistband of his shorts. I pulled my own sweatshirt over my head, so that, as he ran back to me, he could see my model’s body, my own trim but well-defined blond musculature. I pulled my shorts down so that he could see the curves at the top of my legs and below my hard belly, teasing him with what lay just a few inches below my low-rise waistband.

He took control, just as I wanted him to, as he reached me, taking a last look up and down the beach and then pulling my body into his, taking my mouth with his, stuffing his hand down my belly, under my waistband, and assuring himself that I was hard for him.

He fucked me, raw, belly down on a plastic garbage bin next to a deserted cottage just above the sand line from where our bodies had collided. There was little preliminary. He was close behind me, bent over me, one arm around my neck and the other around my waist, holding me in place, while he pumped me hard and fast with a cock that hadn’t been all that long when I had it in my mouth, but was jaw-unhinging thick. I tried to fuck him back, attempting to move my pelvis to meet his thrusts, but he had no interest in that. He held me close, fucking me like a dog, all his own need and want.

He wasn’t long enough to work me deep, as I preferred to build to the Nirvana zone, but he had me groaning from the thickness of him and the lack of preparation to open fully to him. And he was long enough to reach and work my prostate, which his bulb was rubbing vigorously. I was beginning to build, beginning to reach for Nirvana.

But then it was over. He had taken me quickly, deflating me when I felt him tense, release, filling me with his cum, coming within minutes, and then pulling out of me and holding me there only briefly, both of us panting, me panting—unsatisfied—harder than he was.

“Again, again,” I mumbled, but he either didn’t hear me or didn’t care. He already was pulling off me, readjusting his clothes.

“My cottage is just up the beach. Come back there with me. Do me again,” I murmured as I felt the tension leaving him, his grip on me lessening.

“It was good, but I don’t think so,” he answered. Then he pulled out of me, put his jock back in place, pulled his shorts up and his hoodie on, and was jogging back down to the surf to resume his run, uncaring that I was still draped over the garbage bin, unsatisfied.

So this was how Pete felt after I had used him and not given enough back, I thought. I trudged back to the beach cabin. Suddenly the walls were too close on all sides, the cottage was too cold, the future was too dreary—and there was no WiFi to give me any chance of pushing the encounter of reality to something more satisfying antakya escort in fantasy.

I knew that an off-season cottage on the beach wasn’t the answer.

* * * *

Trying to go cold turkey on satyriasis wasn’t working. I hadn’t suppressed any form of want or need; I’d just frustrated myself in the attempt at self-denial. I didn’t know what to do, where to go, other than the cold cottage on the beach and the sense of loss and rejection. I went out on the beach the following day, at the same time, and the bodybuilder jogged by me again. I hadn’t asked for or gotten a name from him. I’d introduced myself—Chris—to him and only gotten a grunt in return. Even then all he’d been interested in was the hookup, the fast fuck, and the quick “so long.”

I stood, smiling, expectantly, willing to have no more than he’d given me before, willing to give up most of my own need just to have a dick inside me again. But, although he smiled, he jogged right on past me and didn’t look back.

I returned to the cottage at a complete loss of what to do, where to go. Luckily, I had a letter waiting for me from the Realtor for Pete and my house. The house had sold quickly. I would be sent my share of the profit right after settlement. It was enough for me to hole up somewhere and reassess my life for several months.

I called Max at the modeling agency, saying I needed a sabbatical and then we discussed me being put on jobs where Pete wouldn’t be behind the camera.

“Pete’s already made that request,” Max answered. “What’s up with you guys? You seemed so good together.”

My unreasonable demands were what was up with that, I thought, deflated that Pete had already requested the separation. How much blame did I need to have flung in my face. And why couldn’t I do anything about who I was, what I wanted and needed? What was wrong with me and how could I fix it?

I guess I knew what was wrong with me—I was oversexed. I just didn’t know how to fix it. Abstinence hadn’t worked. Maybe controlled self-regulation would have to work. I decided to move on, to try something else.

The jogger was back the next day, waiting for me when I came out of the cottage. He pushed me back into the cottage and to the bed, giving me no more preliminary time or preparation than he had before. I opened my legs to him and took him inside me gladly, prepared to be satisfied for whatever I could get, feeling vindicated at least that he’d come back for more. He fucked me fast and hard, came, and then left. I lay on the bed, on my back, legs parted, and jacked myself off. This hadn’t been anywhere close to the Nirvana zone. But it didn’t really matter; I’d already decided to leave.

* * * *

I found a small stone house to rent on a remote hillside of an estate near Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania. I needed to have a retreat where I could hide when I needed to and have all to myself but that was within a reasonable drive of the big city. Philadelphia was a forty-five-minute drive northeast and Wilmington, Delaware, a half hour to the east. Less than an hour and a half would get me to the Baltimore inner harbor and two and a half hours to Washington, D.C. New York City wasn’t an unreasonable distance away either.

The house was in a picturesque setting in a wealthy, rolling hills county of estates within a doable commute of cities. The particular estate I was on was owned by a New York ad agency CEO who commuted back to Chadds Ford on weekends and thus afforded me privacy. I knew her slightly, as I had done commercials for her agency. She was happy to rent me the cottage at a reasonable price and not ask me questions or intrude on my life. She knew I was gay.

The side of the estate my cottage was located on was abutted by the Brandywine Battlefield Park, which included walking trails I could use for exercise. The house itself was small and was built into the side of the hill. The entry was on the upper level, with a living room on one side and a dining room-kitchen combination on the other. On the walkout level below it, a larger room I used as an office and exercise area was under the living room, and a small bedroom, accommodating a double mattress and not much else and a bathroom and snug laundry room were under the dining room kitchen combination. I had rented it mainly because, unlike the beach cottage, it had reliable WiFi and because I could play music as loudly as I wanted to as I exercised hard and abused my body physically and sexually to work off my frustrations.

For the first three months, I was on the Internet constantly, running through the gay porn sites and getting myself off as frequently as possible, trying to take care of being oversexed on my own. I also played the gay dating sites hard too, being willing to drive to Philadelphia, Wilmington, Baltimore, or even New York or Washington, D.C., in search of a man who would stay inside me, hard, long enough to take me into the Nirvana zone atakum escort and hold me until I melt—and then do it again.

All the time I held the men at arms’ length, not telling even the ones who wanted to continue in a relationship where I lived or how they could contact me. I even avoided telling them my true name if I could. I needed the retreat. I needed my isolated cottage in the woods. I was trying to come to grips with myself and lessen my need for constant, consuming sex.

I didn’t find the man of my dreams from the Internet. No one who came even close to what I had had and had lost in Pete. I only found repeats of the bodybuilder who had used me and tossed me away on the beach north of Ocean City.

That is until the first warm day of the spring, when, just in shorts and running shoes, I took to the walking trails at the Brandywine Battlefield Park.

He was tall and muscular without being overbuilt. At first I thought he was black, but his skin was milk chocolate in hue and his facial features had only a hint of the Negroid. I marked him as Hispanic, possibly Cuban. He was probably over forty, but very well preserved. His hair was cropped close but was black and curly and he had one of those fastidiously kept five o’clock beard and mustache combinations. His eyes were blue, which was an inconsistent shock. An elaborate, colorful tattoo of a swirling pattern covered his left pec, ran over his shoulder, and went down below his bicep, emphasizing the hard bulge of both the breast and the bicep. His aureoles were prominent, thick, and black. The right one had a gold ring in it, as did both his ears and his navel. He jogged past me on the path in the park, his eyes taking me in as soon as he came up over the rise. His smile was instantaneous and easy, his teeth white and perfect. He, like me, was in low-rise silky shorts, cut high up the side, and running shoes.

He was there and gone in an instant, the pathway being hilly and the foliage close on both sides. I drew in my breath and didn’t let it out until he was well past me. He had been gorgeous, and the presence had been so fleeting that I would have believed he had been a mirage—subject to the wishful thinking I was engaging in as I walked the path—if he hadn’t left his musky scent in his wake.

I shook my head and continued on. The trails here were convoluted and folded back on each other. It was that fact that I latched onto when, not more ten minutes later, he approached me on the path again, once more coming toward me. The same smile on his face, but this time also a query in his eyes, signaling interest that I clearly recognized. One of his hands, with long, sensuous fingers, was spread out on his flat belly, the tips of the fingers running below his waistband in front. His eyes were boring into mine, but he didn’t miss, I’m sure, when I palmed my belly in the same way. He slowed as he came upon me and smiled and inclined his head in the direction in which he was jogging, his rhythm that of a dancer’s, covering the path lightly rather than in a trudge. His eyebrows went up in a query and an invitation. And then he was past me.

I felt myself panting, going hard. I stopped and turned. He already was over the rise in the path behind me, but almost involuntarily I started moving in the direction, the direction in which I had come from. In addition to the signaling, he obviously needed this statement of submission to him—reversing my direction and coming to him.

He had stopped not far down the path behind me and was half sitting, half leaning on a low-lying branch of a tree. His arms were spread, his hands grasping the tree limb on either side of him, but the waistband of his athletic shorts and his jock had been pulled down and were hooked under his balls. His cock, what looked to be nearly a thick foot long—a veritable black snake, blacker than the tone of his skin—was exposed and projecting directly out between his spread thighs. He was half hard, and he was smiling at me. His black, curly pubes were closely and neatly trimmed. His balls were huge and hairless, nearly as black as his cock.

I stopped in the middle of the path when he came into view, gasped, and heard a low, rattling sound come up from deep in my throat. I’m sure he heard it too. When he was sure I was there, motionless, and staring at him, he gave a low laugh. His eyes went to my crotch and he could see that I was hard as well. One of my hands had involuntarily snaked to below my waistband in front. There could be no question what either one of us wanted, was willing—anxious—to do.

“Come,” he said in a low, rich baritone voice and stood and walked off into the woods beside the path. I followed him. He found a fir tree with thick, low-hanging branches and positioned himself much the same as he had just off the pathway.

Neither of us said anything. He just projected his pelvis toward me from where he was perched and put his hands on my head as I came to him, knelt between his thighs, and took his cock in my mouth. He used his hands to guide my head, forcing me to take him deep and releasing me when I started to gag, only to pull my throat back onto the cock as it got harder and harder.

This was going to be a rough fuck. That was fine with me.

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-The voice in my head kept telling me to walk away; you have a family, it said, -if word of this gets out…. Geez, that fucking voice.

There was a pair of pantiehose, still in their wrapper, on the coffee table between us.

“-Having second thoughts?” Leonard said, “Here, let me get you another drink.”

I put my hand over my glass when he reached for it. Stupid, it was good brandy too, but I didn’t like what he was implying, as if I’d only go through with it if I was drunk. He was rich, a suave, sophisticated looking fucker in a white shirt and dark trousers.

I shook my head, “No. I’m okay.” I said.

He was smiling as he reached for my glass and his smile faded a little as he took his hand back. Now he looked a little uncertain, until I reached for the hose. My heart was beating like a bastard and I noticed him looking at me in a different way. He looked pleased, but there was also something else in his eyes, something that gave me butterflies because I’d never had that look from another guy before. I thought I knew what it was; it was lust.

I held open the top of the pantiehose and Leonard trickled the oil inside. It was cold and thick. Some of it went over my pubic hair and hung there, creamy and glistening, like a rich man’s exotic semen. The rest of it found its way to my cock. I felt it trickling slowly down to my balls. It turned the front of the hose dark where it touched it.

We were in a warm room lit by a couple of green shaded table lamps. It was nice, expensively decorated with a deep, brown carpet and dark leather furniture. Quiet and elegant and intimate. An ornate mantel clock quietly marked time.

Leonard capped the bottle. His hands looked soft, rich man’s hands, and his gold rings flashed. His thin lips shone wetly and his eyes burned with excitement.

He couldn’t take his eyes off me. We sat side by side on a deep-buttoned leather couch and the voice, the fucking annoying voice in my head told me not to do this, call the whole thing off, it said, walk away.. but I knew I couldn’t, not then. I leaned to the side against the end of the couch, nervous but excited alsancak escort and opened my legs, offering myself to him.

He slipped his hand between my legs and cupped me gently and his fingers stroked my balls through the nylon hose. Leonard was breathing quickly, up close he smelled clean, fresh from the shower clean. I began to get hard and I slipped down a little more on the couch, barely able to believe I was actually going through with it. He continued to work on my cock, stroking and squeezing, getting me harder. I opened my eyes and saw my cock straining under the pantiehose and the happy, totally absorbed look on Leonard’s face.

I didn’t know how long I could hold before I came and I took a deep shuddering breath as Leonard slipped his hand eagerly inside the hose. I gripped the couch. The oil had run everywhere and now his hand glided smoothly over my cock and down over my balls. I was fully erect now, pushing against the hose while Leonard’s oil wet hand squeezed and stroked and explored without pause. His fingers circled my cock and he stroked me smoothly, masturbating me, quickly and slickly. I groaned, I couldn’t help it and he slipped his hand down over my balls and then back, up and down my cock, down and back, down and back.

I felt myself coming then, it built quickly, urgent and intense….. and Leonard stopped. He just stopped! He snatched his hand away. I gasped, suddenly cheated of an explosive climax. My hips bucked but I didn’t come. My heart was pounding and I looked at him, at once angry and confused. Frustrated.

He smiled at me, the fucker smiled at me. I reached for my cock and he tried to stop me by grabbing my wrists. He eyes flashed, he was turning it into a game. I snatched one hand free but he grabbed it again. This time he pressed my hands down at my sides. My cock strained making a tent inside the hose.

“-You son of a bitch.” I said, but I felt the smile on my face. I was still good and hard, maybe harder than I’d ever been but the urge to climax that instant had receded. I found I could wait maybe a little longer.

Leonard caught altıeylül escort his lower lip between his teeth and smiled like that. He was enjoying himself, maybe he’d planned this all along. We were both breathing quickly. I jerked one hand free and this time I made a quick, playful grab for the front of his trousers. I had a quick feel of his hard cock, bent and still confined in his underwear and then he twisted away out of reach, released my other hand and attempted to get up from the couch. I grabbed his belt and hauled him back and we both started laughing. I got him around the chest and reached down and found his cock again. I squeezed it through his trousers, checking it out and he relaxed for a moment. When I reached for his zip he pushed me away and managed to gain his feet.

I got up off the couch while Leonard grinned at me from the other side of the coffee table. The tail of his shirt had pulled out and now his hair was untidy. He put both hands on his cock and fondled himself, “Do you want to see this?”

I smiled back and stroked my own cock, hard and upright inside the pantiehose. The rough skin on my hand snagged the nylon. I took a step towards him and he stood his ground, his chest heaving and his eyes bright with excitement, “-Come on.” he said and beckoned me, daring me.

He made a couple of feints to get away but I was quicker and cornered him. He put up his hands, “I surrender.”

Leonard smiled but I didn’t return it. My mouth was dry. I knew then I was going to take this as far it would go. My cock throbbed with the need for relief, “Turn around and face the wall.” I told him, ” Assume the position.”

He put his hands on the wall and spread his legs and I stood behind him.

The urge, the desire for gratification welled inside me then and I held his hips and pressed myself against his ass, writhing my cock against him, feeling it slip upright between the cheeks of his ass. I thrust against him, once, twice, with increasing urgency and Leonard moaned softly. I bent my knees a little and worked my cock up and down.

I straddled Leonard’s thighs altınordu escort as he lay on his back on the floor. His trousers were open and I watched his face as I eased his cock out from his underwear. His mouth was open and his tongue flicked his lips. His cock lumbered upright, thick and proud, and I pulled back his underwear to expose his balls. I held them gently as Leonard thrusts his hips beneath me. I masturbated him with exquisite, deliberate slowness. He rolled his head from side to side and when he closed his eyes and thrust his cock up to meet my downward moving hand I took both hands away.

He opened his eyes and gritted his teeth and I heard him let out his pent up breath. He swore at me then, called me a cunt, but he didn’t reach for his cock as I had.

I ripped a hole in the pantiehose as he watched and I eased my cock through the hole. It was still slick, glistening with oil. We were about the same size and now I took his cock and mine and wrapping my fingers around the two of them I held them together as well as I could that way and slowly pushed my hips forward and back, holding our cocks, stretching the skin and easing it back, masturbating us both at the same time.

It had been my intention to stop before either of us climaxed but it just felt too fucking good. I wanted to taste his cock, to feel the soft skin and his hardness in my mouth, to suck on it and make a pig of myself but I realised that would have to wait until later. Leonard put his hands over mine and I knew he didn’t want me to stop either. I continued to move my hips and now our hands worked together as well.

Leonard increased the tempo and I went with it, the sense of urgency increasing, building until it became overwhelming, the only thing in the world at that moment to focus on…. faster and faster, now we were breathing quickly. I heard Leonard gasp and our rhythm faltered briefly as I felt his cock stiffen even more, felt it swell in my hand as he thrust his hips upwards, shuddering beneath me. He cried out in pleasure and looking down I saw semen spurt from him, explode from him, rich man’s exotic semen. I was coming myself and my body tensed in anticipation….. coming, I was coming…. the voice inside my head cried, it’s wrong, you know this is wrong…. I ignored it then as I had ignored it all along. Anything that felt so good couldn’t be wrong. I closed my eyes…. coming, yes….. oh fuck yes….I was coming……

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As a young child, we always used to dream about what we wanted to be when we was older.

Some of us wanted to be police officers, doctors, nurses, and veterinarian.

Me? I always wanted to be a businessman, working in the big city, tight fitting fancy suit, and more money than I could even dream.

Instead, I ended up being an estate agent. It was a great job. I had a great salary, great rooftop apartment in the big city with breath taking views, my own courtesy car.

I found out I was good at this type of job, back when I was 18 and fresh out of college. I got a job to help me to move out and get my own place and thank-fully, local estate agents company took me on as an apprentice.

Since then I have worked myself up through the ranks to now a senior mortgage consultant for customers who were looking to buy their first property or get a foot onto the property ladder.

Life was practically perfect, I had a beautiful girlfriend who I have been with for 3 years now and who I was about to move in with, a new puppy which we had just rescued from the local rescue home.

Something always felt like it was missing from my life thou but I have never been able to put my finger on what it is.

I have been working with a few of the new apprentices and teaching them skills and showing them the tools I have found useful to help me to become as successful as I was.

There was always one of the apprentices who seemed to stand out more to me, I could never figure out why. He was older than the rest of the other of he’s peers but seemed to be knowledgeable to a high standard.

I took the team into the training room into the back of the store to go through some training with them, sign off on their portfolios and have a bit of 121 time for personal reflection and to see how they are coping with all the learning.

It was now my time to sit down with Jeremy, he was the oldest of the newbies and must have only been around 24.

Jeremy was always smartly dressed usually in a tight fitted, small chequered shirt this seemed to be the only style he ever seemed to wear.

He was about 6ft 1in, dark brown hair, and short on the sides but longer on top like a mini quiff the way he had it, he was always sweeping it from one side to the other. His face was as if it were created by gods everything perfectly in proportion and covered very lightly with a full face of stubble.

He sat down beside me and pulled out his portfolio from his bag and layed it out in front of us both upon the table in front. I opened it and started observing his work and could not believe the standard at where this young lad was at for someone of his age and lack of experience.

He reminded of me when I was at his age 6 years ago; apart from my hair was jet black and more cut on top. He was same height as me also but I was more of a muscular frame from where I hit the gym 5 nights a week where he had more of a little stomach.

While we sat there him talking me through the various parts of his work and explaining through the presentation that he had already started to prepare for. Even thou it has not been asked of him to complete yet. I could feel him trying to look directly into my hazel eyes with his deep grey.

I would occasionally catch them as I looked at him talking, then look straight back down at the folder and charts he was describing the results on the page, nodding when he was onto something and tilting when I was thinking something should be changed.

I went to go change the page and as I did, my hand caught his and we both quickly pulled away quickly, my fingers had felt like they had just been put into a plug socket.

There was a tingling in my akşehir escort tips only on the fingers that had encountered Jeremys. I rubbed them in my lap, trying to regain the sensation back in them and they finally returned.

We finished up with the signing of his paperwork and joined the rest of the team. We finished out the rest of the day and all proceeded home as soon as 5pm had hit.

The next morning I walked in a little early, set up my desk and made sure it was tidy, coat on the rack and briefcase set down at my side I walked into the kitchen to get myself my morning coffee.

When I turned the corner I began to reach for my cup and noticed that I was not alone in here, I see someone was bent over in the fridge getting out the milk from the bottom shelf, their trousers tight around their ass.

I found myself looking and almost staring for a few seconds, before I feel a pair of eyes break my concentration and a pair of lips smiling at me.

He stood up and I quickly noticed that it was Jeremey. I cleared my throat and wished him a good morning smiling an uncomfortable smile in his direction unable to directly look at him.

I started making my coffee and turned to get the milk out but Jeremy was already there facing me, his fingers through the handle and he asked me if I wanted some in my cup to which I again cleared my throat and squeaked out a “Yes please”.

I smiled, stirred my coffee and said goodbye to him before returning to my desk to check my emails.

My first appointment of clients had come in 5 minutes later than expected and I greeted them, showed them to my desk, and offered them a seat and refreshments.

Jeremy walked past as they said yes and I turned to him and politely and in my normal voice asked him to make the couple the drinks they wanted.

He brought them their tea and coffee and had an extra cup, which he had made for me. He brought it around the back of my chair, his hand holding onto the back of my chair and gently placed my coffee down as many times as he had before.

Only this time was different, his hand slipped from the chair and found its self onto my shoulder. I felt the same electric shock sensation go through the back on my shoulder and over across my chest.

He walked away apologising for what had just happened and returned to his desk looking embarrassed that flush in the face, out his head down and started to fill out some paperwork.

Lunchtime did not prove to be any easier or any less uncomfortable; I went out of the office as I always did, as I would meet my girlfriend for lunch if we could get out schedules to synchronize up.

I returned from lunch, put down my coat and case, headed towards the back, down the narrow corridor, turned the corner, and entered the toilet.

I finished up, opened the door, heard footsteps coming towards where I was, and cautiously turned the corner as not to startle the person coming down.

I see who it was and my whole body began to quiver and my legs began to become like jelly, I looked down and started to walk down the corridor.

When we got to the in-pass we had to pass each other, we both turned with our back each to one of the walls and passed facing each other, the material at our groins gently grazing each other.

After a few seconds, I hear the toilet door close and the lock go across; I froze where I stood and looked back towards the toilet door. Looked down at my crotch and felt it to start begin to get semi hard.

I quickly undid my trousers while no one was around, readjusted my tight boxers, and did up my trousers at the waist seconds before Jeremey came out of the toilet.

I looked akyazı escort back and watched him come out the door and stop shocked to see me still stood there and to have not returned to my desk.

I watched as his eyes looked down at my crotch and then looked down myself noticing that my flies were open and my underwear were exposed through them.

I blushed and quickly did them up unable to look up at him from embarrassment and he began to walk towards me.

I apologised and he smiled, looking at me and still smiling said “what’s that?” reaching forward and just groping my semi cock in his hand.

As he grabbed me, I could feel it beginning to grow even harder right where we both stood. He grabbed me with around the back of the head with one his other hand whilst the other continued to rub my now throbbing boner.

He pulled me in closer and began to kiss me, my body not wanting to pull away began to tingle and I felt myself then starting to reciprocate and mimic his actions, grabbing him and pulling him closer with one hand and reaching down groping his throbbing cock in the palm of my hand.

Just to the right of where we was, was the door leading to the training room, he pushed my back into the door and we pulled away to open it and proceeded into the room.

I found myself thinking that this is wrong, that I have a girlfriend and I do not normally do this but for some reason unknown to me, I liked it and wanted more.

Jeremy pulled away and removed his hand from the back of my neck and began to start undoing my trousers, he was so quick in what he was doing, before I even knew it my trousers were undone and my boxers were exposed.

My bulging penis pressing against my boxers so hard that it was clear that I was leaking precum.

He reached for the waistband of my boxers, pulled them down exposing my 7in uncut thick man meat and began to take me into his mouth.

It did not feel much different to what I was used to except for the occasional feel of his stubble hitting my balls as he took my full length into this throat.

I began to feel my temperature rise and started to unbutton my shirt as he continued to take me in, licking all the precum from the tip that I was producing.

I removed my shirt and threw it to the floor, my trousers dropping to the floor at the same time; I grab the back of his head pulling him right onto me, forcing my cock deeper into his throat making him gag on it.

I sat on the edge of the table while he removed my shoes and trousers exposing my legs fully allowing me to spread them wider apart.

Jeremy stood up towering over me and pulled me to my feet, turned me round and pushed me over so that my hands were flat on it at and my body was at a ninety-degree angle.

He proceeded pull my cock back behind me off the edge of the table and spread my legs apart, pulled my ass apart and began to work his tongue against my hole.

Working his way around the outside before really working at trying to get his tongue inside my virginal ass and loosen it up, letting out slight moans as he worked hard at it.

I began to let out little moans and groans which seemed to make him go faster and harder at my hole, licking from my balls all the way up to my hole and back down again.

He took my cock back into his mouth and lapped up more of the precum that had been produced, telling me how sweet I tasted.

He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt letting it flap open exposing his slightly hairy chest, which he clearly shaved. He opened his trousers, dropped them and his boxers down to his ankles, pulled me up towards him, and stepped back.

He got me onto my alaşehir escort knees in front of him so that I was eye level with his cock, the head was uncut too but his length was longer and thicker than I was.

I looked up at him worried, as I had never done anything like this before and he grabbed one hand behind my head and other around his cock and pressed his head at the opening of my mouth.

Jeremy’s precum was now starting to coat my lips making them sticky and I began to let my jaw relax opening up enough for him to gently put his cock into my mouth.

Slowly he began to thrust his dick inside my mouth and I closed my mouth around it around it remembering how he had done it to me.

I started to gag choking on this foreign object that was now deeper in my mouth, he continued to guide my head further onto him and started pulling out and pushing it back in just enough that I could take it.

After a few minutes I had slowly got into the rhythm and could feel him starting to pulsate, I could feel his precum coating my mouth, which is a taste I never tasted before, but I liked it.

I got to my feet and started to kiss Jeremy again making him taste his own sweet precum that was on my lips.

We started to play again with each other wanking each other’s cocks rubbing the precum into the shaft.

Jeremey forced me round, pushed me over the table again, and began to bang his cock against my hole sending my body into ecstasy.

He spat on my hole it making it wet and began again to use his tongue against it this time my body relaxing enough to let his tongue get in further than ever before.

He sat down on one of the chairs and held his cock in position and told me to jump on him, I straddled him and placed his cock at my entrance and took a deep breath in as I slowly allowed him to enter me.

There was pain shooting from my hole so I stopped and waited for it to pass, to help me relax a bit more Jeremy started to slowly lick my nipples and taking them in-between his teeth nibbling gently on them.

This helped me to relax and before I know it, he was ¾ inside me and slowly began to start thrusting into me, my cock pressed against his chest and stomach, precum leaking over him.

I started to wank my cock, matching his rhythm bouncing on his lap, getting harder and faster, groans coming from both of our mouths.

He pulled me onto him, the full length now inside me, grabbing my hips pulling me onto him more and more, he fell out and I quickly grabbed his cock and forced it back inside me.

Jeremys cock began to throb even harder as I run my fingers through his hair pushing his head back and began kissing him.

My cock began to throb harder too and I could feel myself wanting to blow my load but unsure of what to do, so began wanking myself off leaning back which made me feel him inside me more.

I leaned back further and continued to wank harder, the pressure becoming so intense I warned Jeremy I was going to come and he held his mouth open hovering above my cock hoping to catch as much of my load as he could.

With every thrust it brought me closer to shooting until finally I shot my hot thick load all up his chest and hitting some into his mouth as he wanted.

Jeremy let out a groan as I cum feeling my hole clench tighter around him; this excited him to such an extent that after a few more thrust he released his load deep into me.

He’s cock thrusting a load in me, I could feel his cum filling me up coating my insides while he groaned a loud moan, so loud I leaned forward and began to kiss him as his body shook in ecstasy.

We lay there together for few minutes, in each others embrace and looked deep into each others eyes enjoying the moment we was in.

After I started to go flaccid, I sat there thinking to myself about how this young lad made me feel with this experience, I quite liked it but what did this mean? Was I gay? Was I Bi?

Who knew! Only time would tell I guess…

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Oral Friends Four – The Surprise

The week after the big fishing trip was moving slowly for me. I found myself missing the companionship that the three of us had shared at the cabin. To be honest I was also missing the sexual excitement I had enjoyed too. I suppose it was the ability to do anything I wanted, within reason, and have it accepted enthusiastically that I really missed. The cabin was almost a fantasyland in itself and real life didn’t quite compare.

Thursday night I was just sitting down to watch the news, dinner having just been eaten, when my cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Phil!”

“Rich, it’s good to hear from you! You haven’t been by lately, what’s up?”

“I’ve been really busy at work, some late nights that finally ended today. I’m glad things have settled down. Hey, can you talk or is Marilyn around?”

“No, she’s in the kitchen, I can talk.”

“Rod called tonight, I just got off with him. He wanted me to tell you again how much he enjoyed the weekend.”

“I did too, tell him I said so.” I paused before I asked the question that I’d been wondering about all week. “Hey, how did his wife react to his ‘new look’?”

“That’s mainly what he called about. He said that he got home before Diane, as he expected. He stripped off his clothes and threw everything in to wash before he hit the shower. He shaved himself again so he’d be smooth and to support his story.”

“His story?” I interrupted.

“Yeah, I’m getting to that. Anyway, Diane and the kids got home about an hour later. He said that after a weekend with the boys she looked really good to him. He suggested that they put the kids down and hit their bed early. She agreed and after giving the kids their baths she put them to bed and joined him in their room.

“She told him she wanted to wash up then she picked up her sexiest nightie and closed the bathroom door. Rod stripped naked, pulled the sheets down and waited. Diane came out a few minutes later and she looked good, according to Rod. As she approached the bed she finally noticed that his pubic hair was gone.

“She asked him why he had done it after all these years of her asking and he told her that he had seen us when we were on the boat and he’d asked why we shaved our balls. Diane interrupted him saying that she didn’t know her brother shaved his balls. He told her that we had extolled the virtues of shaven balls and he’d decided to surprise her. As he was shaving himself he said he got the idea to remove it all, hoping she’d like it but it was no big deal as it would grow back if she didn’t.”

“What did she say, did she like it?” I asked.

“According to Rod she loved it. She’d been after him to trim himself for years so this was a dream come true for her. She made him promise that he’d keep himself shaved like that from now on. The sonofabitch actually had the gall to fake thinking about it before he agreed! He said she attacked his cock like she hadn’t in years. He said it had to be one of the best blowjobs she’d ever given him. Then she got him hard again and rode him through two orgasms for herself. He said she yelled so loud she woke the kids!” Rich laughed heartily at that.

I laughed with him, thinking about what he’d said. “He didn’t say if it was a better blowjob than mine, did he?” I asked curiously.

“I didn’t want to ask if my friend gave better blowjobs than my sister, if you know what I mean. What he did tell me was really too much information, but it was hot hearing about it anyway. I don’t know how I’m going to look my sister in the eye and not be embarrassed!”

“I guess that could make you uncomfortable. Don’t worry about it,” I said, “Rod was just excited and he had to tell someone. I’m glad the shaving thing worked out though. I was a little worried what she might think. It looks like everything worked out for the best.”

“Yeah, well, that’s all I had to talk about. I’ll let you go, now. Bye, Phil.”

“Bye, Rich.” I ended that call and sat back in my chair, once again thinking about our activities of the weekend.

*****

Marilyn and I had just finished the dinner dishes and were discussing what we were going to watch on TV. We were interrupted by the doorbell. I opened it and there was Rich and the look on his face told me this was a ‘social’ visit. He stepped in as I closed the door.

“I stopped by for a quickie,” he said quietly. “I told Joan I needed to borrow your drill but I can’t be gone long.”

“Come on then, let’s go to the garage and get it.” We made our way through the house to the back door. Rich said hi to Marilyn on our way through the kitchen. Once we were out the door we sped up, almost running to the garage. God, we looked like a couple of fools. I opened the side door, headed to the work bench and turned on the light while Rich closed and locked the door.

He turned around and saw me standing there. “Why the hell are you still dressed? I told you I was in a hurry! Drop you pants so I can suck you off!”

As I was undoing my belt and stripping off my pants and akçay escort underwear Rich continued to talk. “I don’t know what’s come over me this week. I’ve done nothing but think about what happened this weekend and I’ve had a craving for your cock and cum that won’t go away.” He shook his head before he dropped to his knees. He grasped my cock and slid it into his mouth, moaning in ecstasy as it sank between his lips.

“I know what you mean. It’s been the same for me. I’ve thought about nothing else all week. I wanted cum so bad I had to jerk off at work and eat it since you weren’t around.”

He pulled back and said “Sorry,” before he went back to sucking, his head moving as fast as he could. This time he also stroked my shaft with his right hand while he massaged my nuts with his left. He really wanted me to get off quick so I tried to help by thinking about this past weekend and getting fucked in the throat.

Between my thoughts and Rich’s actions my balls were boiling much sooner than usual. “Here it comes Rich! Uh! Uh! Uh!” I yelled as shot after shot filled my best friend’s mouth.

He kept moving his head and sucking for a bit more to make sure he got it all before he pulled away. He stood up before he swallowed and I saw his throat working. He opened his mouth, licked his lips and sighed. “Ah, that was good! God I needed that.” He saw the drill sitting on my workbench, picked it up and headed for the door.

I stood there in shock. He was leaving? “Hey, what about my turn?”

He stopped at the door. “Tomorrow, I’ll call you. I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave right now. Bye!”

Well, here I was, half naked in my garage with a freshly sucked cock and no one to blow. I guess I’d have to wait until tomorrow. Boy when I suggested we could have quickies I didn’t think they would be this rushed! On second thought though it was a hot situation. I mean think about it; my friend wanted my cock so bad he rushed over, sucked me off and rushed home just so he could get some of my come with no thought of reciprocation. I knew I’d have to do the same with Rich some time soon to see how it was from the other side.

I pulled up my pants and made my way back to the house. I walked in the kitchen and Marilyn looked at me funny.

“What?” I asked.

“Where’s Rich, wasn’t he with you?”

“He was in a hurry. He got the drill and left by the side yard. I think Joan had a hot project for him. He told me he’d call me tomorrow and we’d get together.”

“Oh, good, I was hoping you’d have something to do tomorrow as Joan and I are going shopping.”

We finished our evening early and went to bed where I honed my oral talents on my wife.

*****

I’d got all my chores for the weekend done early and was relaxing on the patio when my wife came out, kissed me goodbye and left for shopping. Since she was going with Joan I expected to hear from Rich soon. It wasn’t until an hour and a half later that I got the call I’d been expecting.

“Hello?” I said.

“Phil, it’s me. Could you come over now, I have a surprise for you.” Rich said.

His voice sounded funny, like he was having trouble breathing. “Are you okay, Rich?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m great, believe me. Come in the back door and take off all your clothes. I’m in the living room. Hurry up!”

“Be right there!” I said as I ended the call. Now this was interesting. Rich sounded odd, he said he had a surprise for me and he wanted me to come in the back door and strip naked when I got there. Well, whatever was up I’d find out soon. I closed and locked the door behind me and walked over to Rich’s.

I found the back door unlocked, as I expected, so I entered and stripped as I’d been instructed. I made my way to the living room and as I got closer I heard what could only be a porn video playing on the TV.

I walked in and saw Rich sitting on the couch, naked, with his left hand holding his foreskin and his right slowly stroking himself.

“Well, this is a surprise,” I said, catching his attention.

“This isn’t the surprise, at least not all of it. Get over here between my legs and I’ll tell you what your surprise is.”

I picked up a couple of couch pillows, put them on the floor, and knelt down on them. I looked at Rich and waited.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I know how much you love precum. I’ve been thinking of a way to say thanks for introducing me to this new part of our lives and to take advantage of your taste for precum. I’ve been sitting here stroking my cock for the last hour holding my foreskin closed. Right now it’s full of precum for you. See, it’s even bulging slightly.”

I looked closely at his cock. He was right, the foreskin was bulging away from the head and only his fingers pinching off the end was holding it in.

“Anyway, once you finish this you have another hour to make and suck as much precum as you can. I want you to really tease my cock. I want the worst case of blue balls you can give me. Then at the end of the hour I want you to get me off because akdeniz escort by then I’ll need it!” He laughed and looked at me expectantly.

“Wow, Rich, what can I say? This is the best surprise you could have given me!”

“You’re welcome. After I come I have one more surprise for you but I’ll tell you about that later. Give me your hand. I want you to take over pinching off my foreskin so you can release my stuff when you’re ready.”

He grabbed my hand and we carefully replaced his fingers with mine. Now I could tell the pressure that had built up since I was holding him. I swear I felt another spurt fill the skin when he pulled his hands away. Rich had to be in some discomfort after producing all this precum and he still wanted me to tease him for another hour! Boy what a great friend!

I had to figure out how to do this without losing any of what he’d already made. I settled on bending his cock almost horizontal and put the head into my open mouth. I released my fingers and the sweetest burst of precum I’d ever had hit my tongue! I closed my mouth tight and swirled it around, savoring the taste. I’d never had that much at one time before and I wanted to get the full experience.

I swallowed and then stuck my tongue into the foreskin, cleaning it of the remnants that hadn’t spilled out. It felt good with my tongue stuck in the foreskin washing it and his cock head of all the built up fluids.

I pulled back and sighed. I smiled at Rich and I could see he was pleased. “That was the best, Rich! I’ve never had so much at once before! It tasted so good, really sweet, you know? How can I thank you for doing this?”

“You can thank me by getting another load and showing me how much you enjoy it. I almost came just watching your face! You looked like you were in ecstasy!”

“I was, I am. Okay, here we go!”

I pinched off his foreskin again and started the slow, methodical torture of my best friend’s cock.

We watched the porn movie, making comments where appropriate. I had to back off a few times as Rich was getting too close to coming and I didn’t want that. I could feel the little pulses his cock made as he produced another load of precum for me. I had to massage his nuts a couple of times too as they were starting to get painful by the end of the second hour.

It came time to get my second load of the day and I wasn’t sure but I thought it might be even bigger than the first. I again got in position with Rich’s cock pulled down and my mouth open wide under it. I released my fingers and closed my mouth so as not to lose any.

The feeling of a big blob of precum splattering your tongue like that is indescribable. I swirled it around and then swallowed. Again I cleaned the inside of his foreskin, making sure to get it all. Once I was sure I hadn’t missed any I pulled off.

“Phil, buddy, you gotta get me off! I’m dyin’ here!”

I took pity on my best friend, again thinking about how he must feel about me to put himself through this much pain. I immediately started bobbing my head, taking as much as I could while I massaged his nuts gently, hoping to ease his pain a bit. I knew he wouldn’t last long and he didn’t. It couldn’t have been longer than a minute before he started moaning and groaning.

“Oh God, Phil, my nuts feel like they are going to explode! Geez, that hurts! Ah, fuck, I’m CUMMING!”

Spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat and quickly filled my mouth. Denying himself orgasm for so long caused this load to be bigger and more forceful than any I’d got from him before. I actually had to pull back so only the head remained in my mouth. He finally stopped shooting and I held him in my mouth for a bit longer before I slipped it out.

As I had done with him before I leaned my head back and opened my mouth. I wanted him to see this massive load he had given me before it joined his precum in my belly.

I had to swallow three times before I got it all then I smacked my lips. “Boy that was good. You gypped me last night you know, but I forgive you,” I said smiling.

“You should! I about busted a nut today. The least you could do is forgive me for not letting you blow me last night!” he chuckled.

I stood up and sat on the couch next to him. He looked at my cock and noticed it was fully erect and leaking precum. “Well, are you going to let that go to waste?” he asked.

“I didn’t know if you wanted it.”

“No, it’s all yours, it’s your day.”

I scooped up the precum that had slid down my shaft and onto my balls. There was even some on the pillow which I licked off, but I thought it would still leave a stain.

I sat there quietly while Rich caught his breath. He’d really put himself out for me today and I appreciated it. I got to thinking about something he’d said before we’d got started.

“Hey you mentioned another surprise, what is it? I don’t think you can top what you’ve already done.”

“A little anxious aren’t we?” he chuckled. “I don’t know if my next surprise will top what we did earlier akhisar escort but I want to do this too.”

“Okay, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’ve been working on this for a while now and I think I’ve got it knocked. I want you to fuck my face and come down my throat.”

“Oh yeah! I’ll do that for sure. I’ve been hoping you’d learn how to do that. When can we get started?’

He stood up and looked at me. “How about right now?”

I stood up and followed him toward the bedrooms. He passed his daughter’s room and entered the master bedroom.

“Your room?” I said curiously.

“The bed is higher. You won’t have to squat down like I did. It should make it easier for you to really pound me!” he said excitedly.

Rich lay down on the bed on his back with his head hanging just off the edge. He wiggled around a little to get comfortable. “Okay, Phil, step over here. I want you to fuck my throat good, like I did to you. I want you to come down my throat too. Don’t pull out until you are completely done, okay?”

“Are you sure you can handle that? You might need some air.”

“I think I can handle it, but just in case be ready for me to push you back in case it gets too intense. Oh, by the way, make sure to let me know whey you’re gonna cum so I can be ready.”

“No problem, Rich,” I said and moved closer sliding my cock in his mouth. I got it all the way in, but not down his throat, and stopped. “Okay, here we go!”

No matter what he said I didn’t want to start out pounding him right away. I started off with some slow strokes, going deeper each time, so he could get used to the feeling. The first time my cock slipped completely into his throat he moaned and gave me a thumbs-up gesture with his hand. I took that as a sign that I could speed things up. I started to move faster, making sure I went as deep as possible before pulling almost all the way out.

Rich was holding my hips but just to guide me, not to control my movements. He tightened his hands on my hips and pulled me in faster. I guess I wasn’t going fast enough yet so I really let it fly. Soon I was slapping his eyes and nose with my balls as my pubic bone bounced off his chin. I looked down and I could see his throat bulge each time my cock entered. He was right; it *was* hot to see your cock outlined in someone’s throat.

I ran my fingers over my cock as Rich had done to me. It felt really good, almost like I was massaging my cock through my pants but a pair of pants never sucked like this. I kept up the pace of my fucking for several minutes until the sweat started to roll down my back. I slowed down slightly, pausing with my cock fully embedded before withdrawing. I wanted him to get used to having my cock in there for longer periods before I shot my load. Speaking of which, Rich had started fondling my balls with a bit more urgency and I knew it wouldn’t be too long now.

I changed my pace again, giving him three hard strokes and then three slower ones that lingered in his throat. He seemed to like the change as he was moaning almost constantly now. I started to feel the familiar tingle in my balls and the urge to come became urgent.

“Get ready, Rich, a little more… a little more… OH GOD… I’m cumming!” I yelled and stuffed my cock as deep in his mouth as I could get it.

It felt as though the head of my cock was being squeezed by a tight tube as I shot squirt after squirt into my friend. “Almost done… oh your throat feels so fucking good! Aw… fuck!” I said as I withdrew my cock and collapsed on the rug.

Rich sat up slowly and turned over so he could look at me. He was smiling and shaking his head. “God I can’t believe I did it. I wasn’t sure I could go through with it but when your cock slipped into my throat that first time it felt weird but good, you know. Then once I got comfortable with it I just wanted it more. I really liked it this way but we’ll have to work out other ways too for when a bed isn’t available.”

“Whew,” I said, “that was hot, Rich. You’ve got a great mouth, buddy and I’m glad you let me fuck you like that. It was really wild slamming my cock in your mouth like that. I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, not at all. It felt really good, especially when you did that move where you stayed in my throat for a beat before pulling back. I don’t know why, but I really liked that.”

I made a mental note to do that more in the future. I stood up and sat on the bed. “You up for another round?” I asked.

“I don’t know, my nuts are still a little sore. Would you mind if I passed on it this time?”

“No, not at all, Rich. I still can’t believe you did that for me. I’ll always remember today,” I said seriously.

“Hey, you’ve given me so many great first experiences and you were so good with Rod last weekend it was the least I could do. Just don’t expect it too often, maybe once or twice a year.”

“Oh man, once or twice a year would be great! You’re sure about that, twice a year?”

“Yeah, you looked so happy today that I can put up with a little discomfort for a true friend.”

It got quiet then, neither of us knowing what to say. Rich climbed off the bed and I stood up too. He started to straighten out the covers and lent him a hand. We headed out to the kitchen for a beer and then back to the living room where he put on the ball game.

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It had been a couple of weeks since Mary, Curly and I had our little moment in the pub toilet. Mary and I had gone out a couple of times since then, spent a lot of time on the phone, the usual. We’d been on two dates since that night- both ended in some mind-blowing sex. But, being the young bloke I was, I was whacking off every day too.

My old man had a pretty set routine- Dad worked in the city and his girlfriend was a baker, so she’d be out of the house before dawn and he’d usually be gone just after brekky. Mum shot through years ago. So that left me with the mornings to myself to have a really good wank and watch a bit of porn.

I was mostly sticking to the normal straight stuff, but since that night in the stall I’d started to look at more MMF sites, which lead me to some bi stuff, which sort of developed to the point I’d have some gay porn running at the same time as the straight sites. I was getting a bit interested in blokes getting it up their arses.

Didn’t take me long to decide to give it a go for myself.

It started with a finger, then a couple, and I was loving it. But I wanted something a bit bigger. So one morning, once the house was empty, I was in the kitchen finishing brekky and I eyed off the carrots. There were a few big contenders there, one I estimated was the size of Curly, but I decided to start with a smaller one. I lay on my bed, naked, with some lube, and eased it in. After a bit of practice I got used to the rhythm and to opening up my backside and started trying a whole bunch of different angles. I was the star of my own little gay porno! Glad nobody could see me!

I discretely chucked out the carrot and chalked the morning up to an interesting new experience. But then the next morning, right after Dad drove away down the street, something adapazarı escort came over me. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed the Curly-sized carrot. I was halfway to my room when I decided to grab the second-biggest too. I nicknamed him Charlie- not after anyone in particular, just seemed like a good name.

I wanted to make the session last for a bit so I started out gently, but lust overcame me pretty quickly. I squatted down on Charlie and throated Curly. Then I got myself on all fours and drove Charlie in deep. It was when I was on my back, legs in the air, ramming the carrot in me while I was still sucking like a whore on the other one, that I realised a couple of things.

Firstly, I wasn’t paying any attention to the outside world when I was doing this little spit-roast display.

Secondly, I’d left my bedroom door wide open.

And thirdly, my old man had come back for something, and was now standing in the doorway watching his nineteen year old pride and joy doing something he probably didn’t even know you could do with two carrots.

It was the worst moment of my life. I pulled Charlie out, dropped Curly, started mumbling all sorts of crap, tried to cover up with my blankets. My old man’s expression was completely unreadable- I think it was shock more than anything.

“I, uh, I forgot my phone.” he said.

“Oh.” I said, now deeply under the blankets.

There was an awkward pause. Then Dad said, unexpectedly, “I’m gonna put the kettle on. Come have a coffee with me when you’re ready.”

I was never gonna be ready. But eventually I put some shorts on, hid Charlie and Curly under some tissues in my bin and walked out to the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the bench, his tie undone, with two cups of akçaabat escort coffee ready. I sat down, avoiding eye-contact.

“So…” Dad began.

“I’m not gay!” I blurted out.

“It’s ok, Josh. It’d be ok if you were gay, and it’s ok if you’re not and you just like doing that stuff.” He said. He sounded weirdly calm.

“Are you… maybe bi?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee a little too casually.

“Um, maybe? I’m curious but I’ve never done anything with a bloke. And I really like Mary.”

“Ha! Yeah, I can tell that much, you’re always on the damn phone to her.” He chuckled.

“Ok Josh, I’m going to tell you something and I’d like it to stay between us. Inga knows but other than her and a few friends I keep this to myself.” Dad said.

“Ok.” I said, completely unsure where this was going. Did dad get Inga to put on a strap-on and do him up the arse?

“I’m bi.” He said.

“You what now?” I said. “Like with blokes and stuff?” I know I sounded stupid but I just couldn’t picture it. My dad’s a very blokey bloke. He’s not homophobic at all but I just never imagined he’d even consider that sort of stuff with another man.

“Yeah mate. Me and Nubs… well, we have an arrangement.” Nubs was Dad’s best mate, and, I’d thought, straight as an arrow. He was also a pretty good-looking bloke for his age, kept in shape a lot. The thought of Nubs giving it to another guy, or copping it in the arse, was baffling. But also a bit arousing.

“It started when we were a bit older than you. We were flatmates back then, used to watch porn together, one thing led to another. So whenever one of us has a dry spell in the bedroom we just help each other out.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. Mostly I think I got out “Oh.” akçakale escort And “Wow” and “Thanks for telling me.”

After a bit though, I had to ask…

“Uh, dunno if I should ask, but you guys do, like, bum stuff?”

Dad went a bit red for the first time and studied his coffee.

“Uh, yeah mate.”

“Do you like, give it or take it?”

“We both do both.”

“Wow.”

“Yep.”

I felt weird about it, but I had a massive stiffy at this point. I glanced at Dad to see if he’d noticed I was tenting through my shorts. He noticed all right, he wasn’t taking his eyes off it. I started to leak some pre-cum.

“So um, if you want to explore that, I’m just saying that uh, that’s alright and don’t feel bad about it.” He said.

“Thanks Dad.”

“Yep, no worries. I better get to work.” He said, standing up. He had the biggest, most obvious erection through his trousers.

“You gonna take care of that first old man?” I said, eyeing off his crotch with a cheeky grin. Dunno how I suddenly got so bold.

Dad looked down, laughed, and gave his manhood a squeeze through his trousers. “Nah champ, I’m gonna save that for Inga tonight. You get yours sorted though.” He said, nodding at my obvious boner. I laughed and took a sip of coffee.

Dad put his hand on my shoulder.

“Uh, just a couple more things.” He said. My head was eye-level with his crotch. I was a bit worried what the last two things would be because, while this was a good chat, I know how a lot of these chats end in porn and I was NOT up for that with my own father.

“What’s that?”

“Firstly, keep your bedroom door closed, even if you think nobody’s home.”

I laughed “Yeah sure dad. And the other thing?”

“Um…. Can I tell Nubs? I think he’d get a bit of a kick out of it.”

“Uh, sure, I guess. Why not?”

“Cool. Ok Joshy, have a good morning.”

Dad started heading towards the door, grabbing his phone on the way out.

“Oh and try a zucchini.” He said and winked.

He was not wrong about the zucchini. I named that one Nubs.

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My arrival at Jeff’s home for the first time after the death of his grandfather was a moving moment for us both. Once inside the house we fell into each other’s arms and our long kiss led to a flooding of our minds and bodies with emotion. I ran my free hand through his hair while he pressed his groin into mine until the pressure mounted between us and our dicks stiffened with the excitement. He put his hand down to feel mine through my trousers and I smiled, even as I kissed him, then giggled and said “It’s all there, ready and waiting.”

“Lets go upstairs at once,” he whispered, though there was no need for silence in the house.

I had quite a surprise when we reached his bedroom. He had moved into the one at the front of the house which had formerly been his grandfather’s before the old man had become too sick to go upstairs. Jeff had redecorated it so that it felt new, with pictures I had not seen before on the walls. But now was not the time to comment. He drew me again into his arms and there followed a rapturous embrace which ended with my hand untucking his tee shirt from the waist band of his trousers while his fingers searched for – and undid – the top fastening of mine. When my trousers were ready to drop I shuffled them down past my knees while he undid his broad belt and dropped his jeans to his ankles. As soon as he had done this my hand went inside his underpants to feel his wonderful dick and he did the same to me. It was a moment of great joy and for a minute we stood there, our hands round each other’s dick and our lips joined in another long kiss.

“Time to lie on the bed,” he whispered and he turned away, withdrawing his dick from my grasp and taking his hand off mine. “Here’s a chair for you to put your clothes on.”

Very quickly we were both naked, standing in the middle of the room and loving what we saw of each other : two long dicks ready for action with ball sacs swinging low beneath them. We embraced again, long and fiercely, and my hand went down to wrap both our dicks in my grasp. I wished then that whenever I held my own I could be holding his too. Our foreskins had clipped into place beneath the purple rims of our swollen glans which were wet with pre-cum. After I had given them both a few gentle strokes he put his hand down to join mine and urged it to quicker action. This had the effect of bringing me to the edge and as I didn’t want to cum so quickly I said “Lets lie on the bed.”

I got there first and he lay down beside me, then took me in his arms again and rolled on top of me while I held on tightly to his dick. I had never had anyone lie on top of me like that and it was undeniably exciting if somewhat uncomfortable. Soon afterwards, therefore, I rolled him off me and he lay on his back, hands to his sides, as if inviting me to do what I liked with him. And he was such a lovely sight, lying there, with his long dick sticking into the air, his slim build and his complete acceptance of the feelings we were experiencing for each other. So I kissed him again on the lips; then moved my face down to his nipples and kissed them; then caressed with my forefinger the area on his belly where I knew his spunk would soon be landing; and then at last I took his dick between my fingers and caressed that too. Soon my lips had enclosed his glans and he was gasping with pleasure as I ran my tongue round that most sensitive part of him, gradually moving from a circular motion to up and down with my lips. At the same time I gently started to ease my fingers up and down on the loose skin of his shaft and soon I could feel from his shallow breathing and the extra tension in his body that his orgasm was close. I withdrew my lips and glanced briefly up into his face. His eyes were closed but there was an expression of profound concentration there.

“Keep going,” he urged, “I’m close.”

I reapplied my lips, fondling his shaft just below the head again with my fingers, and soon he was gasping and saying “Urlen …. Urlen …” and I knew this was his signal to take my mouth off his knob and stroke more vigorously with my hand. He gave no other indication of approaching orgasm otrher than the soft “Uh … uh… ” I had come to love and the sperm just shot out of him in several long spurts. I was left admiring the pools which formed on his belly. When he had finished spunking I touched the slippery knob with my fingers, sending him into another paroxysm of sensation. “Ah … ah” ..he gasped, so I did it again – and he gasped again. Then I put my lips once more over that pulsating glans and wondered that I had never done this before, so soon after orgasm. His spunk had a unique, rather pleasant taste, and I held my lips in place savouring it while gradually his dick lost its tumescence. Then I withdrew and lay quietly beside him, my hand now gently touching my own dick to keep it excited while he recovered.

“You’re wonderful,” I said, rolling over and giving him a kiss. And with my finger I joined up the little pools of sperm and traced uydukent escort on his belly the words “I love you.” To begin with he couldn’t read the letters so he asked me to do it again. This time, when I got to the end I felt that to say “I love you” might be a bit “heavy”, given the circumstances, so I lengthened the writing into “I love your dick.”

He laughed and said “And I love yours too.”

And now he was ready to wank me, using his lips and fingers in the same way as I had done him, only he used a kind of “sipping” motion with his lips which brought me to the edge almost immediately. I had no reason or desire to hold back and was in control of myself only long enough to utter “I’m close …. I’m close ….Here it cums,” before spewing my juice liberally onto my belly.

“You’re wonderful too,” he said, as he stroked me through the final, dying spasms, then returned the compliment by touching my super-sensitive glans.

I know of no words that adequately convey the sensation that a lover caressing your glans in the seconds after orgasm gives rise to. It would be painful were it not so pleasurable; and yet the pleasure, extraordinarily intense as it is, is close to pain. It doesn’t last long for the glans quickly closes down on you and it’s not the same if you do it to yourself immediately after masturbation.

After it was over we lay quietly beside each other on the bed, our dicks deflated. Then we began to talk. He wanted to say that this might be the last time we would have sex together because he needed to start a new life by finding someone with whom he could fully share it. He laid emphasis on the word “fully” because he said our relationship and the sex were great, but I was not free to join him on a permanent basis and I was difficult to phone during the week if he wanted to talk with me. He was very anxious for me to understand this and that he had enjoyed every moment we had been together.

I reassured him as best I could. Inwardly I was bleeding to think that I might not see him again to share the strong sexual attraction we felt for each other. The loss of his warm, gentle personality, such a contrast to Chris’s less engaging taciturnity, cut me to the quick because we were both deeply lonely people at heart. But I knew that his grandfather, who had been fond and proud of him, had been his main emotional tie and that he had enjoyed the daily cares and chores of looking after him when he fell ill. His was a naturally helpful and generous character : he liked to be of service to other people. As he once said to me : “I like to give.” Now he was left alone in the house and was still coping with the pain of bereavement. His mother, not naturally sympathetic, was unable to help. He would be happier with a new man in his life who could, perhaps, live with him and give him more of himself than I could. Part of me was still badly wanting my wife to come back and my children had never given up hoping that she would.

I asked him “Why not advertise then?” and he said he had been thinking of it but felt nervous about making the first move. It was, he thought, easier to respond to the adverts of others (as he had done to mine) than to advertise himself.

“You get more choice if you do the advertising,” I pointed out. “Why don’t we sit down together and work out an ad for you to place in the local papers. It’s free – and will give you a voice mail-box. All you have to do is work out the written ad, then think of what you want to say on your voice mail recording when people phone in response to the ad. Then you can listen to what the guys say and choose whether or not to reply to the phone number they’ll give you.”

“OK” he said simply, “We’ll do that when we go downstairs. But first ….” And he took me into his arms again and kissed me; our dicks re-stiffened and soon we were both wanking each other and going hell for leather for the second orgasm. It took considerably longer this second time and to my surprise, because I was the one who usually needed less stimulation to reach a climax, he came first; but the sight of yet more spunk erupting from his magnificent dick immediately had me on edge, and I came too, bucking my hips to get the maximum satisfaction from it.

We cleaned up in the bathroom, which he had also redecorated, and went downstairs where, with pencil and paper, we roughed out a simple draft advertisement stating his age and locality, the fact that he could accommodate but not travel far; and that he was looking for a long-term relationship. The recorded message was more difficult because it was more personal and he could say more that was meaningful. We decided that he should ask the men who responded to say a little about themselves, their age, circumstances, experience and interests and when they were free to meet. He stated again that he was looking, if possible, for a long-term and loving relationship. Jeff got nervous about phoning the newspaper, so I did this for him, zeytinburnu escort reading out the agreed text of the ad. I was given the voice-mail box numbers for recording the spoken message and listening to the replies and told the ad would appear on Monday and in the next two editions. Jeff practised speaking the bit and then did the recording. All he had to do now was wait for next week. I left him, giving him a hug full of fondness, and promised to come again next Thursday to find out if anyone had replied.

When I got there a week later and asked how many replies he’d had, he looked at me in a kind bewilderment and said “I’ve had so many I don’t know where to start. I had no idea there were so many people out there wanting to reply. It’s costing a small fortune phoning the voice box on premium rates but it’s exciting! And the amazing thing is that most of them are married.”

Being married myself, though separated from my wife, I gave a rueful grin and noticing this he said “Oh, sorry” but in truth I didn’t mind at all. By that time it had become, for me, a normal way of life.

He had made a note of each of the recorded phone calls he had received and we re-dialled to listen to the ones he thought the most interesting. They were all different, some spilling their emotions onto the tape, others nervous and hesitant and finding it difficult to say anything connected; and it was one of these that Jeff had fixed on as being of greatest interest for following up. The message, with plenty of pauses, went as follows :

“This is Lionel… er, I’m thirty-eight and er… married but my wife has thrown me out. I don’t have …er.. a lot of experience but I ..er ….. I can travel …. I’m a signalman on the railway and I ..er ..could visit you any time when I’m not on shift. I’ve got my own allotment and… er… like gardening. …. Er…. I’m five foot six and I’ve got dark hair .. er.. what’s left of it. You can .. er… phone me on my mobile” (and he gave the number) “anytime. I.. er .. hope very much you’ll want to phone me.” There was a pause and then a click as the phone went down, as if he had run out of anything to say yet knew he ought to have said more. I could see why he appealed to Jeff.

“Have you phone him then?” I asked.

“Yes. He sounds nice. Quite quiet and shy, I’d say.”

“Did you ask him why he wanted to meet a man?” “Yes. He said he’d always known that he was bi-sexual and that his wife had found out. He’s got two children apparently.”

“So have I,” I reminded him.

“Do you think I should meet him?”

“Of course. If you don’t like him you don’t have to do anything or see him again. But don’t invite him here until you’ve met him, say in a pub, like when you met me. Why not ring him now? If he’s at work in his signal-box , he’ll probably be able to take a call on his mobile.”

In fact Lionel had finished his shift and was at work on his allotment when Jeff’s call came through. Jeff, with his shop assistant’s training, was fluent and business-like on the phone and in no time they’d made a date to meet on the Saturday afternoon at the same pub he’d met me. He smiled up at me as he made the arrangement and when the call was over he said “It would be funny if we found we’d already met somewhere.” Then, “And now, lets go and celebrate” – and he set off upstairs.

The sex was again wonderful, but poignant too in that we knew that it was probably for the last time. Jeff had said that if he formed a new relationship he would be faithful to his new partner and I knew that this was what he wanted. I was deeply sorry about losing him but above all I wanted him to be happy. He was such a generous, warm and open-hearted guy that he deserved what he was looking for, namely a long- term relationship with someone he could love and who would love, admire and appreciate him. After it was over we lay for a long time side by side on the bed, talking quietly and just being friends. I offered to be of help to him should he ever need it and said I would continue to use the Builders Merchants so I would be seeing him from time to time. We held our embrace for a long, long time before I left his home and returned to mine. Both my children were out when I got there and I felt lonely and sad. Though I could visit Chris for sexual excitement, I was not fond of him in the same way; and I knew that whatever the world called it, it was a genuine sense of love that I felt for Jeff and that Jeff felt for me. The feeling was precious; and now it was being replaced by the kind of emptiness I had experienced when first my wife had left me. I scarcely knew what to do with myself.

However I decided not to contact Chris, anyway for a month or two, and I held off going to the Builders Merchants for four weeks. When eventually I went there one glance at Jeff, at the counter, showed me he was happy. He suppressed his start of recognition when he saw me but when I wandered into the back regions of the shop he found an şişli escort excuse to come there and in a hurried conversation told me all was well and asked after me. “Lionel OK then?” I asked quietly, and he nodded and went back to the counter.

That set the pattern for the next few visits to the shop, then, a few months after Lionel had moved in, Jeff asked me if he could telephone me at a time convenient for us both. There was something he wanted to ask me. We arranged a time to talk and I walked out of the shop wondering what it could be. He seemed happy – surely there could be nothing wrong between him and Lionel? I had met Lionel briefly on one of my shop visits. He was there, talking to Jeff, who introduced me. It was only the briefest of introductions, but from the look Lionel gave me I reckoned Jeff had told him who I was. It was an appraising, rather than an antagonistic look. Lionel himself struck me as a rather unprepossessing-looking little man, balding, dark-haired, slight of build, pale-faced and with a tendency to be nervous. I wondered whether he could easily be made jealous. We shook hands and I moved off after nodding and saying “Hello.” So I was very surprised when Jeff phoned me to say that it was Lionel who wished to talk with me and, if I was willing, could he arrange a meeting between us?

I said “Yes, of course,” and agreed to meet Lionel at his allotment on the next Saturday morning.

It was a damp, cold and overcast day when I reached the allotment. Summer had given way to autumn, and autumn was giving way to winter. Lionel was digging manure into the soil and there were a few straggly leeks and brussel sprouts and not much else. At the end of his narrow allotment garden there was a shed with its door open. He was wearing a grubby boiler-suit and sweating slightly with the exercise.

He put his fork down as I approached and held out his wrist for me to shake as his hand was dirty. “Good of you to come,” he said in a pleasant voice. “No problem finding your way here then?”

“Jeff have me excellent instructions,” I said.

He smiled. “You must be wondering what I want to talk with you about. Come inside the shed and I’ll make us a cup of tea. Then we can talk.” His conversation didn’t sound nervous or disjointed as it had when I listened to his tape-recorded message to Jeff; and it was I who seemed the more disconcerted as we made our way into the shed. It had started to rain lightly as we went inside and Lionel said “Just as well it’s dry in here.”

Inside there was a table next to a small window with a chair drawn in under it. On it were seed catalogues, potting containers, a kettle with a gas-driven hob under it, two mugs (much stained) and the wherewithal for making tea. Hooks for gardening tools lined the long wall opposite the window and there were shelves all round for plants and trays. At the far end, opposite the door, which he had closed as we came in, was a mattress with half its length up against the wall and the other half on the floor. He washed his hands in a watering can that was standing near the door, took a handkerchief out of his pocket to dry them, pulled the chair out for me to sit on, struck a match to light the gas and set the kettle to boil.

“The vegetables I grow here come in real handy now I’m with Jeff,” he said.

“Who does the cooking?” I asked.

“We share it – sometimes me, sometimes him. We don’t have much money to go out and anyhow I wouldn’t want my missus to see him by accident-like with me.” He gave a wintry smile. “She doesn’t know where I am and I don’t want her to know.”

“Do you have children?” I asked as if divining by inspiration that that was what he wanted to talk with me about.

“That’s it,” he said quickly. “I do – and it’s about them I wanted to ask your advice.”

Advice! I felt I was far from being able to advise anyone on the subject, having struggled as a single parent with my own two.

“I’ve got two children – a boy and a girl like you, only they’re younger – seven and five.”

I could tell that Jeff had been talking to him about me, but I didn’t mind, having total confidence in Jeff’s discretion. I waited for him to carry on.

“They’re with my wife but I’ve been granted access to them. She knows I’m …” (for the first time he hesitated, then taking a deep breath) “She knows I’m queer, but they don’t.”

He looked up at me, anxiety written all over his face and I noticed what nice, light brown eyes he had. In a rush he said, “What do I tell them, when do I tell them, and how will it affect them, if they know their dad’s queer?”

While I was thinking how to reply, the kettle started to whistle and he turned his attention to making the tea, which was just as well as I needed time for thought.

When he was ready for a reply I said slowly, “Being queer – does that make you any less of a dad?”

“I don’t feel so,” he replied.

“Do you love your kids?”

“Yes” – fervently.

“How have they reacted to your leaving home?”

“They want us to get together again.”

“And that’s completely impossible?”

“Yes – completely.”

“Why?”

“My wife thinks I’m dirty.” He looked at his hands, all dirty with manure and laughed. “Not dirty like this but morally dirty, corrupt, bad …..”

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This is part three of the story of my time in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

*****

I knew Blaise’s birthday was coming up in a couple weeks. I wanted do something special for him, especially after the expensive lens he got me for Christmas. But, I couldn’t afford much. It had to be special, specifically tailored to him, and yet, uniquely me all at once.

When the idea came to me it hit me like a thump on the head. Nude pictures. Glamour shots. Whatever you want to call it. As a professional photographer, it seemed only natural that I take some provocative shots of myself for him to enjoy. And, they have the added bonus of having been shot – at least, some of them – with the lens he bought me.

It would be the perfect gift. Photos of me from fully dressed to completely naked shot just for him on a lens he provided. The only problem was that I wasn’t sure how many photos to shoot or how long it might take to shoot, process and print them. And, I only had two weeks.

The idea had just popped into my head Saturday just after I left Blaise’s house. I didn’t want to waste any time. So, I started shooting that Sunday right after Blaise left my apartment. It was fate that the apartment was already clean.

I loaded a roll of black-and-white film into one of my cameras because I could develop and print black-and-white at work. That would be the quickest way of getting some prints to Blaise. And, of course, they would seem more artsy in black-and-white.

Color film would be a different consideration. We didn’t do color processing at work, or have color chemicals or paper and it would look suspicious if I suddenly brought some in. Of course, you couldn’t just drop off nudes at your neighborhood Fotomat or Kmart, either. Oh, you might get away with one or two shots on a roll. But multiple rolls of nothing but bare dick and balls would throw up a red flag. I did plan to shoot some color. But I would have to send it off to a professional lab that understood the concept and legitimacy of nude photography.

I hadn’t seen many nude photos of men or gay magazines, so at first all I could do was imagine which poses I’d seen of women that might look good with a man instead. I had been thinking about it all night and had ideas for different spots in my apartment where the natural light was good and places where I might need to use artificial light or reflectors. A shooting plan was formulating in the back of my mind the entire time he and I were cleaning that Sunday morning.

One thing I was pretty sure of was that a lot of male models had clean-shaven balls. I already had been shaving my shaft for several years because my fiery red hair grew halfway up, which was uncomfortable both for me and for the few – OK, two – girls I’d been with. I’d never tried shaving my balls; I was afraid the wrinkles would be a real problem. As it turns out, shaving them, even with a plain dry razor was easy after a hot shower. The worst part was trying to see what I was doing to get everything back to my asshole completely hairless. Fortunately, I was limber enough to manage. I left all the hair in front though. I didn’t like the completely hairless look I’d seen before. I didn’t want to look like a 10-year-old or a porn star.

As soon as Blaise left, I hopped in the shower to make sure everything that ended up on film was clean, and then quickly shaved.

For the next seven hours I shot myself with my camera on a tripod and a long, air-controlled remote shutter release in several different outfits – or I should say in and out of several outfits all over my apartment. I did shots in just jeans, in jeans with the button undone, in jeans with the zipper undone, in jeans pushed halfway down my ass. I did poses in just a button-down shirt. I did poses in just underwear, tight and loose boxers. I did poses in just shorts and a tank top and, of course, the swim trunks Blaise liked so much. Cheesy or not, I even took a few wearing only my brown leather bomber jacket. With each outfit and each location I slowly reduced the amount of coverage to zero so that I had a wide variety of poses completely nude.

I made sure there were plenty of poses that left nothing to Blaise’s imagination. In some I was sitting on the couch in a position that would be familiar to him, legs spread, one foot on the couch, knee up, half-hard cock well displayed. Some showed me standing with my dick straight out like a flagpole on the side of a flesh building. Many showed me holding my meat out offering it to him, both half-hard and fully erect. I knew these would be pretty popular because Blaise hadn’t really seen me jack myself off yet except for the few minutes he watched me play in the shower. I felt he might enjoy seeing me really handling my own cock for a change. I even did a few macro shots – extreme close-ups – of my swollen maltepe escort glans and puckered hole.

Ideas would come to me just walking through the apartment or while shooting something else. I sat on kitchen chairs, the couch, the bed, the floor, you name it. I did a few shots leaning against and sitting on my kitchen counter that I thought looked really good. At one point I got the idea of doing a series of shots showing me roll a condom on to my erect cock shooting from a couple different angles, that burned up almost an entire roll of film. At the time, of course, AIDS was a major thing, and this shoot seemed topical. There’s some of my photojournalism at work.

I wanted to shoot some of myself in the shower but I had to have the water too hot. The steam made photography impossible in my little bathroom.

I stayed at work late Monday night to develop and print the 12 rolls I shot the day – and night – before. I was impressed I had more keepers than junk. It took a couple hours to print just half the shots I wanted to share with Blaise. Tuesday would have to be a late night, as well, to finish all the prints. I made sure I made two prints of each so I would have a copy for myself.

On the way home that night I stopped at a Mom-and-Pop gas station and convenience store that I knew had a wide selection of porn magazines. I bought the two gay magazines they had as research.

At home I started looking through my shots with a critical eye an found that my favorite shots all seemed to be a little more conservative. I liked the ones where I had only a bit of red pubic hair peaking out of low-slung blue jeans, or maybe just a tease of the tip of my dick slipping out from under a sheet on the bed. Of the nude shots my favorite pose – and what I saw as the sexiest – was shot from directly in front of me. My knees were up and my dick and balls were either hanging straight down between my thighs, or my dick was hard and pointing at the ceiling or even laying back on my stomach. Something about those shots really turned me on. They also highlighted my smooth balls.

Comparing my shots to the magazine, I found that I liked my work a lot better. A few shots lined up. But, most of the magazine photos were much more in-your-face with spread ass cheeks and close-ups of waiting assholes or two or more guys together and what looked like rough use of a models dick. I liked my attempt at art and glamour instead of the strong XXX of the magazines. I hoped Blaise would like it, as well.

At this point I hadn’t even considered the possibility of butt play or anal sex. Blaise hadn’t mentioned it either. Maybe it had to do with AIDS. But I assumed gay men liked at least seeing mens’ asses as much as straight men liked womens’ butts. So, I included some shots of my ass coming out of jeans, hanging out below a button-down or tank top, and completely uncovered. I even did a few bent over to give a clear view of my asshole – in a nod to the magazines. In a couple I teased by covering it with my hand. Another shot I really liked was one of these showing my asshole, yes, but also my dick and balls hanging clearly down between my legs. With properly controlled lightly, my smooth balls and taint were on full display.

While these were shot in black-and-white, I had loaded color print film in one of my other cameras so I could shoot both color and black-and-white throughout the process. I tried to shoot only the best poses in color because that was really going to cost me. There were only four rolls to ship off. But, I was confident they would be full of great, sexy shots.

My grand idea here was to have them shipped back to Blaise’s address. So, when they arrived it would be a whole new surprise. Between now and then I would have to get him alone to show him my black-and-white prints.

I waited none too patiently for him to arrive at work Wednesday morning. As soon as he did I headed to his desk and asked what he was doing after work.

“Nothing, as usual,” he said.

“I want to come over and show you something”

Of course, he always was up for me showing him something. I told him I’d meet him at his house by 5:30.

He had just gotten in when I pulled in behind him later that night. Blaise gave me a quizzical look when he watched me walk in carrying a folder of photographic prints.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Are we being watched or something?”

“Of course not,” I replied, indignant. “Just sit down and look at these.”

I placed one hand on his shoulder as I pushed the folder into his hands.

When he opened the folder and saw the first black-and white shot of me bare-chested in jeans leaning on the arm of my couch, his eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Oooh!”

I explained that I had shot these as a birthday present for him. But I just couldn’t wait for him to see them.

He didn’t speak for a minute, staring lustily at my photos. I thought he might not have heard me.

“You manavgat escort don’t have to get me anything,” he finally said without looking up.

“So, should I take these back?” I asked reaching for the folder.

“Oh, hell no,” he cried. “You better get your hands away.”

He headed for the couch as he flipped through the 8″x10″ prints one by one slowly, savoring each one like a connoisseur. I sat right next to him on the couch and found my hand resting on his thigh while he looked through the prints. Eventually, I actually saw a drop of saliva fall from his mouth as he stared at one photo.

The dress pants he was wearing were a little tight in front and I could see a bulge developing and slowly straightening in his crotch. By the time he’d flipped through the entire stack there was a visible stain of pre-cum on his pants where his raging hard-on ached.

While he flipped through the photos he pulled out specific prints.

“I want to see this pose in person,” he said. “And this one.”

When he got to ones that showed my shaved balls and taint he said, “Ooh! You shaved your balls! I definitely want to see that up close!”

“Did you shave your asshole?” he asked, pulling one print up close to his face.

I explained that I wasn’t sure about the butt and asshole shots. But I’d seen a few photos of men like that and they all had shaved balls, taints and assholes. Blaise said he loved them.

“I’m not really into anal right now,” he admitted. “But I’ll try anything you want.”

“These are just photos I thought you’d like,” I answered. “What we do is entirely up to you. If you don’t want to do something, we don’t do it. I don’t know what I’m doing, what a man likes, or what I’m expected to do. You know I’ve never been with a man before. Or had a friend with benefits, or boyfriend. Whatever this is.”

He paused and cocked his head slightly.

“Hmm. I hadn’t thought about putting a label on this,” he said. “I’m not sure we’re ‘boyfriends’ really. But friends with benefits might be good.

“And, I know a benefit I’d like to cash in right now,” he said, reaching over to stroke my cock through my jeans.

“Why don’t you undress me?” I said. As I pulled my hand off his thigh, I made sure to brush against his erect cock in his pants. “Then I’ll assume a pose or two for you.”

He hungrily pulled my sweater over my head and nearly popped the buttons off the shirt underneath trying to undo them. The first thing he wanted to see was me sitting with my legs pulled up displaying my shaved balls and taint more than anything. He inspected the area thoroughly, lifting my balls and spreading my ass cheeks. My cock grew and thickened as he did so. By the time he’d seen enough I was rock hard and ready to be manhandled.

He spit directly on to my glans a couple times and started smoothing it over my entire length. Looking at the photos again and especially watching him look at them had gotten me aroused and I was ready for his attention.

He alternated stroking with a loose hand and then a tight squeeze. He pushed into my glans, squeezing it flat against the erectile tissue and pushed his index fingertip into the hole. He made sure to give my smooth balls extra attention and rubbed a saliva-slick finger over my taint down to my asshole for a new thrill. I found myself wanting to touch him, to stroke his shoulders or hair, but I couldn’t reach any part of him without getting in the way of his “work.”

He leaned in to drop some more saliva on me.

“Would it be better to just lick it a little for lubrication?” I asked, honestly not realizing what I’d said.

He gasped and his eyes became quarters.

“Are you sure?”

I silently thrust my groin closer to his face.

He sees immediately snaked his wet tongue from the base to the swollen tip of my cock. Now, it was my turn to gasp. He swirled his tongue around the head several times before gliding back to the base.

Finally, he went back to his hand work, stroking my shaft like master. His other hand had never left my asshole and was now applying gentle pressure, pushing inward over and over.

The new sensation – combined with the feeling of Blaise’s tongue – was more than enough to drive me over the edge and I sprayed cum into the air between us. Cupping his hands over my glans he again caught most of it before doing his disappearing act.

After he cleaned me up I just half lay on the couch and he gently rubbed over my smooth balls and taint with his fingertips. I lifted and spread my legs to allow him access to my smooth crack. It felt wonderful, but it was relaxing me almost to the point of falling asleep.

I had to leave before I couldn’t and, after I dressed, told my friend I’d see him in the morning. For some reason I was driven to lean in and give him a hug at the door. He squeezed me close with one arm.

His smile and elevated mood the next day were obvious. We went to lunch marmaris escort together but spent it eating something from a drive-thru in a parking lot while Blaise thumbed through the prints. He stopped at different ones to point out little details he liked, or to show me ones he especially liked. This gave me another idea.

I had to work late that Friday. So, I decided to stay a bit longer to scan my copy of the prints. I then spent a little more time laying out and printing a small photo-book of my shots. It wasn’t much. It was just on plain paper and didn’t have a real cover. But, I thought Blaise would like having the photos in a more compact package.

I gave it to him the following day at his house.

“I love it,” he said. “I wish this paper was waterproof. ‘Cause this thing’s getting abused.”

“I still have the file,” I assured him. “I can print you another one when the time comes.”

The next Friday night I stopped by Blaise’s place after dropping off film from some city meeting that ran late. Thankfully, the film could wait until Monday morning since it was already after 10 p.m. I was ready for a drink, but didn’t want to go home to an empty apartment.

I rang the bell on the carport door and Blaise was there in a second. Headlights in his driveway lit up the living room like a search light.

He was watching some movie he’d rented. I dropped to the couch just beside his favorite spot as he went to the kitchen. He returned with a beer for me. He’d taken to keeping my favorite in the house at all times. In a few seconds he was next to me with a hand on my thigh.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Some bad horror flick I rented from that place you like downtown,” he replied. He sat up and reached for the strings of my Nike’s. I knew where this was going and let him have his fun. He liked undressing me almost as much as he liked watching me strip for him.

“I haven’t seen this one,” I said as I moved and repositioned as necessary for him to get my shoes and socks off. Blaise knew I had a soft spot for B- movies, especially horror and sci-fi. I think he was trying to find a way of appreciating them, as well. At least, for my sake.

After my shoes and socks were out of the way, he started unbuttoning my shirt. He took the beer bottle from my hand and set it on the coffee table long enough to get me shirtless. At this point we both stood up simultaneously. After the first few times, this had become a tightly choreographed dance.

Thirty seconds later my jeans were on the floor beside my feet. Blaise left my tight bikini underwear in place. This was his preferred outfit for television viewing – at least, for the first little while. But, he always made sure to give my cock a stroke and squeeze through them whenever my jeans came off. I sat back down and he handed me my beer. His hand was back on my bare thigh a second later, sliding along its length. He would find my cock in a minute.

As we watched the movie a thought hit me. Blaise’s birthday was the next day. I had given him my photos last week. But, I felt like I needed to recognize his actual birthday somehow.

I supposed I could take him to dinner or something – like anybody else might do. But, I really wanted to do something special, something that was unique to me like the photos. I knew exactly what it would be. And, tonight was the perfect opportunity. I was here unexpectedly. There was no set-up. It would be a perfect surprise. He was in the mood, or would be. I was in the mood and ready for something new. All the pieces fit.

I finished my beer and got up.

“I’m going to go wash off real quick,” I said, not an unusual thing for me to do. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I was back in less than ten minutes, having showered off quickly. I was only wearing a towel since I hadn’t brought any clean clothes.

When Blaise saw me he stopped the movie and turned off one of the lamps, setting a more personal mood.

I settled in on the end of the couch in my usual spot. I spread my legs, which pulled the towel open displaying my cock and balls. I wasn’t even half-hard yet.

Blaise’s hand glided up my leg beginning at the ankle that was nearest him. On the way up he leaned down and kissed my knee.

I made a small approving sound. That was only the second or third time his mouth had touched me anywhere. We’d been “together” for two months and he hadn’t offered to kiss me until last week and just now. If he wanted to kiss me, he just needed to do it. As with other things, I might have to take charge on that one.

When his hand finally reached my crotch I already was heating up. It didn’t take long for me to respond to his technique.

As he stroked my cock with one hand, his other kneaded my balls like a magician rolling trick balls between his fingers. His face pressed on up to my stomach and he started kissing a trail up to my chest and neck. I let another small moan show my approval.

I began running my fingers through his hair.

His work on my meat was getting results as a little pre-cum was released and he pushed me closer to cumming.

I pulled his head up to mine and kissed him. His eyes showed a little shock.

“Do you want to taste me?” I asked, breathless.

“You mean lick it again?”

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