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Jonah had planned with Jesse to take Elijah by surprise, coming home a day earlier than he had told the younger man. Elijah, not expecting anything, was folding laundry when Jonah came behind him and pulled his hands behind his back

Elijah jumped and tried to turn, “Be still,” Jonah said in a low voice.

Elijah nodded, too shocked at hearing Jonah’s voice to speak, and unable to sign. “Good boy,” Jonah praised, “Now I want you to walk into the bed room and strip. There are a few things laid out on the bed, you will put them on and kneel in the center of the room to wait for me.” Elijah nodded again, Jonah let go of his arms and pushed him towards the bedroom.

Jesse was already in the bedroom when Elijah entered. He was naked and kneeling to the side of the bed. He did not speak as Elijah walked by him. Elijah was still too shocked to say anything himself. He did as he was told, he undressed and put of the cuffs that were lying on the bed. Along with them were a cock ring and a blindfold, he put the cock ring on and walked to the middle of the room and knelt. Once he was kneeling he covered his eyes and waited.

It seemed an eternity before Jonah entered the room, “Stand up.” Jonah’s voice was dark and heady, Elijah did not hesitate, he stood up quickly. “Right here, right now there is only me.” As he spoke Jonah bent down to attach a spreader bar to Elijah’s ankle cuffs. He then drew Elijah’s arms up and attached them to the bar that hung from the ceiling. It was the position Jonah preferred to keep someone in, it could be easily held and he had access to every part of Elijah’s body.

Once he was satisfied that Elijah was well bound he walked away and returned with a ball gag, he forced it into Elijah’s mouth. “You will have no words, no say, in what I will do with you. Your pleasure and your pain are at my whim. Your will is mine.” Elijah’s eyes grew wide behind the blindfold as Jonah pushed the gag into his mouth, he whimpered softly at the older man’s words.

Jonah trailed his hand down Elijah’s chest and to his cock, “Your cock is mine, you will not be permitted to come unless I grant you the privilege.” His hand moved from Elijah’s cock to his balls, he squeezed hard, making Elijah try and jerk away. This only caused Jonah keçiören escort to pull at his balls. Elijah cried out behind the gag.

As Jonah continued to speak Elijah felt himself slipping away. He wanted to give himself completely to Jonah, his body, his soul, his will. Elijah wanted to please him in anyway he could. He desperately wanted to belong to Jonah.

“I will cause you pain, but with pain comes pleasure. You will ache for me, you will long for the momentary bouts of pleasure I will grant you even as you enjoy the pain I inflict.” Jonah removed the blindfold and took hold of Elijah’s chin, forcing the man to look at him, “You belong to me.”

Elijah tried to speak behind the gag, tried to tell Jonah that yes, he did belong to him, would always belong to him, but it only game out as muffled sounds. At last he nodded, Jonah took his hand away and replaced the blindfold.

Jonah did not warn him before he hit him. Elijah yelped as Jonah’s hand landed heavily on his ass. Jonah and he hardly waited before landing another in the same place. After five slaps Jonah switched sides, Elijah sighed softly when Jonah stopped and called to Jesse.

Jesse crawled over to Jonah and knelt at his feet, “Master,” He said softly, waiting for his instructions.

As it was Jonah did not say anything, he took hold of Jesse’s long hair and pushed his head towards Elijah’s cock, Jesse let out a soft moan, the pain sending sparks of pleasure through his body. “Use your mouth to make him scream with the need to cum.” Jonah said as he let go of Jesse’s hair.

Jesse nodded, “Yes, Master,” He said in the same soft voice he had first spoke in. He moved closer to Elijah and leaned forward, flicking his tongue over Elijah’s cock. He started out with teasing flickers before moving to searing open mouth kisses along the length of his cock. Elijah was trembling and constantly whimpering from behind the gag, it was all he could to control himself. Jesse’s talented tongue swirled over his cock head before the older submissive took his cock into his mouth and began to suckle. Elijah’s whimpers turned into groans before Jesse finally took his cock down his throat. The young submissive screamed then, trying to beg for mercy, küçükçekmece escort he would have come had Jonah not pulled Jesse away from him.

“Good boy,” Jonah praised Jesse, “Now go fetch me the bag that is sitting on the chair over there, you will crawl to it and back.” Jesse did as he was told, unable to crawl and carry the bag at the same time he gripped it in his teeth to take it back to his Master. Jonah took it from his mouth and removed a slender leather paddle

Elijah stood still trembling, only half aware of what was going on between Jonah and Jesse. The paddle jolted him out of his reverie as it landed across his already sore ass. Instead of ten strokes, as he had done with his hand, Jonah increased the spanking to fifteen strokes. Elijah’s eyes were watering by the time Jonah had finished. He expected then to be driven to the point of release, as had happened previously, but it wasn’t what happened.

A flogger was now applied to his flesh. Jonah flicked it up his legs to his back before moving to flick it over his chest. Elijah’s whole body ached by now. His cock was hard, his nipples erect and throbbing under the attention of the leather flogger. He desperately wanted it to stop, yet at the same time keep going. Jonah stopped then and walked away from Elijah and to Jesse.

While Elijah stood trembling Jonah pushed Jesse face down onto the bed and held him there with one hand as he fucked him with a lifelike dildo. Jesse writhed and whimpered under Jonah’s touch. Jonah made him beg for his release, and when he came he did so calling his Master’s name.

Elijah was unusually aware of his body, of every little ache and pain, of every jolt of pleasure and longing. The sounds from the bed only served to make things worse. When Jonah finally did come back to him he was carrying the small cock crop that Jesse had used on Elijah previously.

Elijah scream was clear even behind the gag as the small leather whip hit his flesh. The small leather whip grazed Elijah five times. Spittle was running from Elijah’s mouth and tears from his eyes as Jonah stopped. He was babbling incoherently behind the gag, but his cock was still hard.

Gently Jonah wrapped his hand around Elijah and kurtköy escort stroked him lightly. Elijah arched against the touch as it brought a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized what a sight he must be, his body bright red from the spankings and flogging, tears, snot, and spit running down his face, but none of that mattered, in fact his was hardly aware of it.

At the moment he was no longer Elijah, he was Jonah’s boy, Jonah’s slut. He was Jonah’s and that was it. That was enough.

Through the haze of pleasure/pain he heard Jonah speak, “Do you want to come boy,” Jonah’s voice was a growl. Elijah nodded frantically. Jonah beckoned Jesse back to them and once more positioned him in front of Elijah before he moved off to roll on a condom and get some lubrication.

Elijah grunted as he felt Jonah’s fingers pressing into him. First one, then another, slowly sliding in and out, scissoring to stretch the tight ring of muscle, a third joined them and the pace became more intense. Jonah withdrew them before Elijah could make a sound. Just before penetrating him Jonah nodded to Jesse and the older submissive took Elijah’s cock into his mouth as Jonah entered him.

The sensory overload was almost too much for Elijah to handle. He screamed and bucked his hips wildly as Jonah began to fuck him in earnest and Jesse’s tongue danced along his cock.

“Come for me boy,” Jonah hissed through clenched teeth. Elijah screamed as he climaxed into Jesse’s mouth. Jesse deftly swallowed all of it and pulled away, licking his lips contently. Jonah however had not finished, gripping Elijah’s hips hard enough to bruise he kept fucking Elijah for another minute before he came with a shudder and a gasp. He pulled out of Elijah, making the younger man moan as he did so, and wrapped his arms around him, nodding at Jesse.

Jesse stood and removed the cuffs from Elijah’s wrists, Elijah sank back against Jonah as Jesse rubbed life back into his arms before taking the cuffs off his ankles. Elijah tried to turn against Jonah’s chest, but the man held him tightly until Jesse had wiped off the younger man’s face. Once finished Jonah allowed Elijah to curl up against his chest for a moment before leading him to the bed, Jesse slipped into bed on the other side of Elijah and also wrapped his arms around the younger man.

Elijah clung to Jonah, tears still falling silently from his eyes, “I am yours Master.” He said in a hoarse voice as he looked up at Jonah, “I belong to you.”

“Yes.” Jonah said simply, “You are mine.”

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After I finished high School I had no idea what to do. Thankfully my mate ‘Jonno’ had an elder brother named Phil, who managed a local theatre restaurant. It was called Mr-E’s (as in mystery – get it?)And it ran whodunit style plays on Fridays and Saturdays, at 8pm.

Phil was defiantly a hottie.

I was unable to look at him without wondering if he wore boxers or briefs. If he was circumcised or not; but I had to try, not to let these questions show on my face, as we chatted.

One evening after we had finished cleaning the stage, he asked me if I’d fancy a drink. I accepted happily, and soon was drinking beer and chatting with him on the loading bay.

“So, are you interested in Theatre?” he asked me.

“Sure” I replied, “I’m thinking about moving to Sydney and getting some acting work.” I knew from chatting with Jonno, that Phil had once been on a TV show. Apparently he played a life guard & I would often wank, while thinking of him in his little red Speedo.

“Well, it’s a tough job” said Phil, moving closer. “A lot of people will try to rip you off, and a lot of people will try to screw you” he said, rubbing my shoulder, and flashing his perfect white teeth.

This made me laugh and the alcohol increased my confidence. I decided to be brave and throw my arm across his shoulders. If he brushed it off I’d pretend, it was a mate gesture. But if he let my arm linger, I’d know I was in for a chance.

“Well there are only a few people I’d let screw me Phil.”

He laughed. “oh yeah? You’re a tough guy, are you?”

“Yeah” I halkalı escort said. “I can handle myself.”

He replied in a deep sexy tone. “But can you handle this?”He asked, grabbing my hand, placing it on the big rock hard lump, behind his zipper.

“Not too sure about that, but I’d give it a red hot try,” I said. He rolled on top of me and kissed me long and hard. A rush of electricity shot through me, as our groins touched.

Suddenly Phil jumped up. Confused I stood and looked at him. He smiled, wrapped his arms around my waist and said, “We’ll be seen here, it’s not safe. Let’s go this way.”

We walked towards the small office in kind of a waddle. When we got there, Phil told me to lie down on the bed. He walked over and closed the curtains, making the room dimmer. He walked over to the over stuffed couch in the corner. I knew he sometimes used this to take a nap during rehearsals.

With a smile he said, “So….show me what you got player?”

I sat up, and immediately went for his zipper. After unbuttoning his striped blue shirt I started kissing his stomach, while slowly unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. Turned out, this man didn’t wear undies – at all!. As soon as I started tugging his jeans down, his beautifully pink, cut dick flung up and hit my throat. It actually kind of hurt, but I played it off like it didn’t. As he discarded his shirt and stepped out of his jeans, I looked down and reached out with my hand. Even though I’d only ever been with one other guy, I knew that this was no ordinary dick. içerenköy escort It was as long as any average cock. But it was nice and thick. I bent down and started licking the head like a lollipop.

I was trying to anticipate how much of this big thick dick would fit down my throat. I decided to go for it, and dove down as far as I could on it. “Oh yes!!” he said aloud. “Now that’s how I want my knob polished.” I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking the length of his snake. After a bit of this, I let his dick slide from my mouth making a “POP” noise. I lifted his dick up, onto his stomach, sucking on his hairy balls. “Mmmmm, yeah…..” he said grabbing the back of my head. I decided to go for the gold, and started working my tongue lower; towards his bum hole.

“Oh fuck man, are you one of those nasty little fuckers?” he said smiling. He spread his legs a little, and slid down on the couch. I got off the couch on my knees, and shoved my head between his legs. My tongue slithered its way between his hairy ass cheeks, and started licking, for all it was worth.

“Mmmm…Shit…..that feels nice.” He said. I reached up, grabbed his spit covered cock and started stroking it. I licked my way back across his nuts and up his shaft and once again swallowed as much as I could. His dick was covered with my spit. I began

To slide my hand up and down his shaft; on the part that wouldn’t fit into my mouth. I did that for about 5 minutes, and I could see his muscles tense up. “Let me blow in your mouth; I want to watch kartal escort you swallow my cum,” he said. I couldn’t help, but to rub my dick through my jeans.

Phil put both hands on my head and started fucking my face. I gagged a little on his dick. I squeezed my hand harder around his dick. “Mmmm…Yeah….yeah….fuck…..mmmm,” he mumbled.

“I’m gunna cum,” he said increasing his pace. After a few more pumps he said, “Stroke my dick and point it at your mouth….I wanna see my hot sticky cum on your beautiful face.” I did as told and continued stroking his Dick. “I’m gunna bust,” he said, elevating onto the tips of his toes. A large burst of cum flew out of his dick right on to my tongue. Then another larger squirt flew into my mouth.

I rubbed myself over the edge and started Cumming in my boxers. He stopped Cumming and stood there, with the tip of his dick resting on my lips. He put his finger on my chin to tell me, to swallow. I swallowed the entire load, and he pushed his dick back into my mouth. I sucked the last few drops of cum from his Dick and swallowed. Taking his dick out of my mouth, he pushed my shoulders back, and laid me down on the couch. He leaned over me and laid his body right on top of mine looking into my eyes.

“That was hot.” he said. With a sexy little giggle, he licked my lips. I instantly opened my mouth and started kissing him. I could’ve cum knowing that he was kissing the same lips that just swallowed his load. We kissed for about 30 seconds when he got up and went to put his clothes back on. “Please don’t say anything to my brother about this,” he said.

“Alright….I won’t, if you promise to fuck the shit out of my ass, next time,” I said.

“Sure. But I like hot shit mashing and lubricating a tight and dry ass, and I do not like other lubricants,” he said.

That was exactly what I wanted too!!!

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This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or events is unintended and purely accidental.

This is part two of a series. If you haven’t already done so, it is best to read Chapter 1 first. As there is no story category for bisexual male/MMF, I thought the best place for it was in the Gay section.

Cleanphil

~~~

It was a gorgeous and unseasonably warm Saturday, late April in the outskirts of Mississauga, Ontario. Kat and I were where we loved to be at that time of day – sitting out in the back yard, enjoying the birdsongs of spring.

Kat’s brother Ken never needed to knock when he came to our place, and it was no different this time. But the real reason he was coming over for had me shaking in anticipation.

At precisely two PM, he burst through the back door jovial as all get-out, just like he had done so many times before. Only this time, I was looking at him an entirely different way.

He came over to where we were sitting and gave his sister a hug and kiss, then came up behind me, and ran his hands down my chest toward my bulging shorts, burying his face in my neck.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” he suggested.

“We should take this inside,” Kat responded.

~~~

Kat took both of us by the hands, and led us in to the pool house. Even though it would be a month before we opened the pool, we kept the building heated and used it for a spare bedroom when guests arrived. It was the sort of place where young lovers, living with their parents, might sneak some nookie in when the adults were away, or otherwise occupied.

Inside one half there was a bench and a three-piece bath including a large walk-in shower; the other side was equipped with a queen bed and an ornate antique love seat, upholstered in brilliant colours as it would have been one hundred years before, when it was originally constructed by local craftsmen. Katy sat down and leaned back; she was wearing a sun dress that buttoned down all the way to her crotch, one that she hadn’t worn in some time. I loved her to leave the top three buttons undone, exposing her cleavage, in happier times. And that is exactly how she was wearing it now.

At Katy’s urging, Ken and I stood beside her and disrobed, tossing our clothes in the corner.

“Get on your knees for him baby,” Kat urged me. “Worship the cock that took my virginity. Submit to him as I did all those years ago.”

Kat told us she wanted to direct our playtime activities, and that was totally OK by us. I knew there was nothing she could possibly think of that either of us would not comply with.

I got down on my knees in front of Ken, and began fondling his cock, taking my sweet time to tease him. I nuzzled against him, rubbing my face up and down and around his whole musky package, engaging all of my senses to take him in. His scent was more pronounced than it had been the first time we did this, when we had just emerged from his shower. His large low hangers dangled down at my chin, and I used my left hand to gather them up and massage them, pulling them into my mouth.

Kat leaned in for a closer look, and I could see she had her hand inside her dress.

“Now suck his cock, baby. I want to see how much of him you can swallow.”

Hoping to do a little better this time, I used my free hand to pull back his foreskin and took the shiny pink head into my mouth.

“How do you like that baby? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Mmm, I should have started doing this years ago,” I said. “I didn’t realize what I was missing.”

“Kiss me,” she ordered.

I broke off Ken and her face was right there. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and kissed me more passionately than she had done for months – hell, maybe even years. When our lips parted, I asked if she wanted to share.

There was no hesitation, and Kat, looking up at her brother, took him and slowly gobbled his entire length down. Watching this spectacle from up close – my lovely wife sucking her own brother’s cock – was to me the epitome of erotic imagery.

I had genuinely forgotten how good she was at this art of pleasuring a man. I looked up at Ken, and his eyes were almost bulged right out of his head in shock.

“Show-off!” I said in jest, looking back at Kat.

After a few moments like that, she pulled off him, spit trails flying off in all directions, looked at me and said, “That’s how it’s done. Now get busy. I want to watch you do it.”

I had never heard her be more assertive than she was here and now. And I loved every goddam second of it!

He sat beside Katy in the loveseat, took my head in his hands and guided my progression, gradually going deep enough to gag me. He would pull back just a bit, then prod further. I just held my mouth open for him and minded my teeth, allowing him access to my throat. That takes trust, I will tell you. But I trusted him unconditionally.

“Feed it to him, Kenny. Make him swallow it,” Kat urged him, a wicked smile on her face, as I surrendered to their will.

Suddenly, çekmeköy escort he pushed past that point at which my throat protested, and that reflex subsided. It was as though he opened a door, and once past it, he was home free. At that point, I felt so elated that tears began to flow, but I had stopped breathing, so could not sustain it for long. One more inch to go, I thought, and pulled him the rest of the way, before retreating.

On the way back out, my gag reflex was triggered again, and I coughed out a huge volume of cock-suck-spit, thoroughly soaking the object of my affection in the process. He didn’t seem to mind though. I looked up and saw that he was slightly distracted; he and Katy’s lips were locked, and his hand was down the front of her dress.

I got back to work and practiced my new-found skills, working to tame all vestiges of my gag reflex for good. Despite having a mildly sore jaw, I got into a groove, and varied the angle of my approach to relieve my discomfort. Once I found that, I also discovered that I could breathe through my nose even when he was all the way down my throat. That made it easier for me to just keep him there, and just go back and forth an inch or two, milking him with my throat muscles.

I had to pull off him every 30 seconds or so, as the activity was generating so much spit. So I would swallow all that I could, then get right back to deep-throating him again. A steady stream ran from my mouth, down my chest and pooling on the loveseat below, but I was loving every slurpy second of it!

Suddenly Ken shook me from my meditation, mumbling that he was going to blow.

I looked up to see that they had broken their lip lock. Kat’s dress was completely unbuttoned and her hand was furiously playing with her pussy.

Ken placed his hands on my head, bringing it up from where it was impaled on his shaft, and began fucking my mouth in shallower thrusts, providing the stimulation where he most wanted, back and forth over his head and frenulum.

“That’s right, suck it harder, right there. Use your hand on my shaft. Oh yeah, that’s the way. Suck the cum out of me,” he demanded in a gravely voice, hopefully not loud enough to alert our neighbours that an orgy was in progress in our pool house.

I heard Kat go over the edge just as Ken started filling my mouth with his sweet cream. I devoured all of it, licking my lips when he was finished feeding me, then licking up all of the spit I had drenched him with in the process. He had not cum as much as he did the first time, two days back, the first time I drained his full balls.

“Oh my god, that is the first time I’ve cum in, like, months!” Kat purred, smiling down at me, her body still quivering in aftershocks.

“Anything’s possible, with a little help from my suck buddy here,” I jested, finally getting up off my aching knees.

I kissed Kat, and she responded with a hunger for my mouth I had all but forgotten. Her passion had returned… at least for the moment anyway.

Ken and I stepped in to the showers and washed away all the stickies from our bodies – I’d worked up quite a sweat while tending to his needs. As we scrubbed ourselves and each other, he paid particular attention to my semi-hard member, and indicated a strong desire to reciprocate.

“Give me a few minutes,” I said, wanting both of us to relax for a bit first, to prolong my arousal even further.

Kat had gone into the house to grab us some drinks, and as we were drying off, she returned with a jug of water and a large bottle of white wine. Kat and I sat in the loveseat and Ken laid back on the bed, propped up in a sitting position.

We raised our glasses in a toast to our new troika, and chatted about how erotic the experience had been, especially with Kat there to watch and direct.

“I loved how you took control,” I said to Kat, “and I loved watching you two play while I was preoccupied.”

“You’ve always been such an alpha male,” she said to me, “and watching you submit really sent me into a zone. Like I told you before, I’ve secretly wanted to see you do that for forever, and now it has finally come true.”

“Do you fantasize about me, doing the same?” Ken asked his sister.

“Are you kidding? I can’t wait for round two,” she snapped back. “And I have other ideas too. I’m interested to see just how far you guys will go.”

“I don’t think there is anything you could ask, that we’d refuse,” I interjected.

“We’ll see,” she said, smiling a wicked grin and taking another large sip from her glass. “Get over here little bro. I’ve got a special job for you.”

I had an idea what that might be, and I rose to the occasion before Ken was even off the bed. Of course it helped that I had been stroking myself all along, in anticipation of the next act.

“This thing all started when you wanted to suck some cock. So get down on your knees, and show me what you can do for my hubby here,” she ordered.

“With pleasure, dear sister.”

Ken çeşme escort took over stroking my dick with one hand, using his spit for lube, while grasping my ball sac with the other, teasing me for a few moments before bringing his lips to my now dripping head.

“I am so glad you boys have each other to take care of yourselves,” Kat said in her sexiest voice, softly running her middle finger up and down over her cunt, as she watched Ken begin to take me into his mouth. “It sure relieves me of some of the load around here, no pun intended.”

“Do you think you could cum again?” I asked her.

“I doubt it very much, but I am really enjoying being here with you, like this, and watching,” she answered, leaning down to stroke her brother’s hair. “I had no idea you would be so good at this, sucking cock. Both of you. You’re naturals.”

“I had no idea I would love it so much either,” I said quite frankly. “Nor you,” I added, looking down at Ken, who also seemed to be enjoying himself quite nicely, and was now trying his hand at deep throating me.

“Good luck getting your mouth around that monster,” Kat opined, charitably inflating my ego in the process.

“I’m not that big,” I said, adding “And he’s doing just fine.”

And he was, too. He took me deeper than he had the last time we were similarly connected, perhaps spurred on by my performance on him earlier. He took me almost all the way, but just couldn’t get the last inch down.

“That’s OK mate, your heart’s in the right place, and so is your cock-sucking mouth.”

Ken pulled off me long enough to tell me he wanted my cum, then right back down the hatch I went.

“Soon – you will have – your tasty reward …” I uttered, panting now as I danced on the edge of ecstatic abyss.

“Let me jack you off into his mouth,” Kate suggested. I was glad she wanted to participate, at least in a limited way, and welcomed her efforts. “Keep your mouth over his head and suck while I stroke,” she told him, as she took control over the rhythm.

Ken was moaning almost as loud as I was, and producing the most erotic sucking sounds working the end of my cock. Combined with Kat’s skillful handiwork, they had me shooting into his mouth in no time flat.

The sucking sounds soon turned to cum-swallowing sounds; and between the two of them they milked me good, until I couldn’t stand it any more and had to grab Kat’s hand to stop her.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” she smirked.

~~~

At our age, Ken and I were pretty much drained for the day. The three of us took what was left of the wine outside to the patio, and chatted for a while about how much we had enjoyed each other’s company.

“Have either of you thought about fucking each other?” Kat wanted to know.

Ken and I both looked at each other and smiled.

“What do you think Ken? Would you like to take a hard cock up the ass?”

“I’d like to take your hard cock up my ass any time. How about you?”

“Same goes for me. I think it would be fun to try both – giving and receiving.”

“I need to recharge my batteries, though. How about next Saturday?” Ken asked.

“Works for me. Who loses their anal virginity first?”

“I want you to take little bro’s ass first, baby,” suggested Kat. “Does that work for you Kenny?”

“I’m all in. I will prepare accordingly.”

All of this crazy talk had both Ken and I foaming at the mouth with anticipation. But Ken was right – at our age, we both needed some time to build up our resources. Besides, Kat had probably seen enough for one day anyway.

“Well if you get desperate before next weekend, just dial 1-888-BLOWJOB and I’ll be there!”

“I got you on speed-dial, buddy,” I replied, “but I want to save myself for Saturday.”

~~~

By midweek, I was really thinking about making that call to Ken, but Kat was surprisingly frisky. I knew she was experimenting with marijuana, and that Ken was making the brownies for her; he was an old pot-head from way back.

Wednesday was the 31st anniversary of our first official ‘date’, and I left the shop early for home. Things were slow and my guys had things well under control. I stopped on my way home for a good bottle of wine, and some flowers for the occasion to cheer my girl.

Well, didn’t I get a surprise when I arrived to find her wearing some very revealing lingerie. She greeted me at the door, and literally pulled me inside, before falling to her knees right there. She had my pants off and my cock buried in her throat quicker than you can say “Bob’s your uncle”.

Needless to say, it was the best afternoon Kat and I had shared in a long time. She let me go down on her too – I couldn’t remember the last time she wanted my mouth anywhere near her pussy. I tried to make love to her – to penetrate her – but she was just too tight. Things had obviously atrophied from the extended drought, but I did manage to bring her to one good orgasm with my hands and mouth, before she finished me the same cihangir escort way.

“If I had known how good this stuff could make me feel, I would have started doing it a long time ago,” she said, referring to the brownies Ken had made up for her.

“He’s been after you to try it for a long time now,” I commented, then added, “I am so happy they help you.”

“You really ought to try it too you know!”

“Nah, I did too much of that when I was a teenager. Give me a cold beer and a Cuban cigar any time.”

~~~

Before we knew it, Saturday had arrived and so had Ken, but earlier this time. He wanted to meet us and do the dirty deeds we’d planned mid-morning so that he could eat something later for lunch. He informed us that he had fasted and meticulously cleaned himself out, something I greatly appreciated for our first time.

I had showered, and felt reasonably confident in my cleanliness, just in case things progressed beyond what we had originally planned. Kat had medicated herself with one of Ken’s brownies and was beginning to show the giddiness associated with this particular intoxicant when Ken barged through the front door. He was carrying a cloth bag with him, and I wondered what he might have brought along.

This time, we took him back to our bedroom, and the king size bed, so that Kat could lay beside us and watch from up close. Ken pulled a tube of something out of his bag, explaining that it was flavoured, and meant to be enjoyed orally as well as the primary function of making everything around the back door nice and slick. He handed it to his sister, and asked that she be our ‘lube girl’. She giggled in agreement, which left Ken’s and my hands free to concentrate on each other.

“What else you got in that bag, sonny boy?” Katy wanted to know.

“Have a look for yourself, sis.”

She did, and pulled out a larger-than-life (at least larger than mine) realistic dildo. The damn thing looked and felt pretty real – it must have been one of the more expensive ones, I thought.

“My goodness, who did they model this one after,” Kat wondered aloud, as we both examined it closer.

“Some porn star I guess,” Ken answered, adding that this was the one he had been practicing on.

“You can take this up your ass?!” Kat exclaimed in disbelief.

“Oh yeah, no problem. Mouth and ass. Do you ever take Jimmy with a strap on?”

“Well I have a couple of times, but not recently,” she admitted, as she attempted to get her hand all the way around its girth.

“It’s good for training your man, maybe you should think about it,” Ken joked.

The base appeared as though it would probably fit in our strap-on belt. But it was of course far bigger, by comparison, than the considerably more modest dick that came with Kat’s.

“Why don’t you show me how you practice your cock-sucking skills on it, while Jimmy takes care of your ass,” Kat implored, handing the plastic monster back to her brother.

As we three were discussing potential positions, Kat sort of just took over, true to form, and started to direct our actions.

“Think about this, fellas, what do you do to a woman before you fuck her?”

We looked at one another as though completely clueless as to where she was going with this.

“You have to get him wet first!” Kat informed us. “Now Kenny, you lay down on your tummy, that’s right, just like that. Now spread out those legs a bit. Perfect.”

She looked at me, “Now, get down there and lick his pussy. Get it nice and wet.”

Like me, Ken was fairly hairy down there, legs and ass, but that was not unappealing to me whatsoever. It was who he was, and I thought he had a very attractive ass for a dude. I got down behind him on my knees, and began massaging his ass cheeks, pulling them this way and that and exposing his rosebud. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted him in my mouth. But I took my time, teasing both of us, before my tongue actually made contact at ground zero.

There was nothing about him that turned me off; on the contrary, he smelled and tasted wonderful. Over the next few minutes I probed him first with my tongue, then adding fingers, spreading him out and dilating his hole, as Katy looked on and gently stroked his ass cheeks with her hands.

He moaned loudly and my mouth watered as I opened him up, allowing my tongue to probe even deeper into his hole and absorb all that I was drooling into him. I had only ever rimmed women before, obviously, and I found Ken’s asshole to be much bigger, meatier, much more open to intrusion, than the one I was normally acquainted with.

Ken obviously loved getting rimmed. I used to enjoy doing this to Kat, and had no qualms about tongue-fucking her there, but she had never reciprocated, in spite of my confessed craving for her to do so. She never much cared for anal intercourse either – we’d done it a few times but very rarely, as I am quite thick.

As I worshipped Kenny’s butt hole, I began to imagine him doing the same to me, and that only made me intensify my efforts on him. His hole expanded readily, and before long I was vigorously fucking four fingers in and out of him, and had no problem whatsoever pushing my whole tongue into his ass. It expanded to accommodate me almost like a real cunt might, I thought, comparing them in my head.

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So it was New Years eve, the time to party, to celebrate, and with any bit of luck, get laid. And in the past I’ve had absolutely no problems getting laid on New Years Eve. Sometimes it was because I was lucky, others it was because I lowered my standards, or alcohol lowered them and I got laid. In either case my main goal of having sex has been accomplished on NYE since I turned 18, and I’m now 29. So I guess I am at least guaranteed to get laid once a year.

This year was no different, only this time I felt as though I was in for a sure thing. Reason? A good friend of mine, whom I’ve never slept with, who I never knew had sexual feelings towards men had starting experiencing the pleasures of man on man action. And most recently he’d been flirting with me pretty hardcore. So why wait until NYE? Because he lives quite far away. I am in Philly, he’s in Boston, not exactly convenient for a booty call. And now, since he was back in the Philly area at his parents for NYE and we’d been flirting as I mentioned pretty hardcore, I knew I was in for a good lay. And I got laid, oh yes, and it turned out to be way more hot than I had ever imagined it would be.

All the flirting, dirty talking, phone and cyber sex had built up this fantasy, but the reality far exceeded my expectations. Which is why I felt the need to put it on paper, so I could remember this experience forever.

Showing up fashionably late the party was already starting it’s full swing. By time I got to my friend Jim’s parent’s house it was nearing 9:30pm. His parents are filthy rich, so their home was huge, and immaculately decorated, not to mention they hired valets for the evening. So while some sweet looking honey parked my car, I headed into the house. I mingled, I drank, I met some new and old friends, but after a half hour I had yet to find Jim.

No lie it took me over an hour to find him, and when I did he took me up stairs. My heart was racing, my crotch was aching, and my hands were sweating as I followed Jim into the far end of the house to a guest suite complete with private bath. It was no joke and neither was Jim, physically I mean. He’s a tall well built jock type with longer dirty blonde hair than hung slightly over his face and that slight stubble around his chin ala Tom Brady that the ladies and the men, as far as I am concerned go for. And then he has these bright penetrating blue eyes set back under a dark shadow created by his brow.

“Here’s where you’ll be staying.” He said.

“Will I have some company?” I asked, flirting. Jim just smiled at me, then turned away.

“Unsure.” He said then turned and laughed and winked. But his tone was off, like he seemed timid. Which made my mind wonder a little, I mean the only reason I came to this party was for him. So I was concerned that I wasn’t going to get anything from this. And after months of teasing I was expecting an end result, namely with his cum somewhere either in or on my body.

I looked over the room, wondering what the next move was. I had no idea if his parents knew of his recent sexual desires, I had no idea if he were willing to compromise any aninimity during the party, so I stood there, looking over Jim who was looking stunning by the way. He turned back towards the door and stopped, inches from me. “You smell fantastic.” He said, sniffed me and left.

My boner was raging…good thing I wore jeans, tighter than normal boxer briefs and an un-tucked shirt.

I slowly made my way downstairs. Slowly only because of said boner and wanting to give it time to subside, which due to the situation took a long fucking time. But upon my return to the party, everything was fine, despite my wondering on Jim’s intentions. But I had fun, and then I had too much burbon, and then some champagne, so needless to say after the toast, I was toasted. But not blitzed, just in no condition to drive. And saying stupid things, such as this…

I ran into Jim as he was saying good bye to his guests around 2 in the morning. By this point I was in blue ball stage. “Jim, Jim” I said, stuttering and probably slurring. “I want you to fuck me.”

He instantly grabbed me, laughing surprisingly, me not so much I was completely embarrassed by my drunkenness. “You drunk dick, what’s the matter with you? All that stuff we talked about, it was just flirting dude. I can’t do this in my parent’s home with some of their friends here.” He said. “Come on dude, get it together. It’s time for bed anyway.” And he walked away. I felt horrible, so incredibly embarrassed and ashamed of my drunk inconsiderate behavior and not even coming close to understanding that he had no intentions. I felt so shitty, or maybe it was disapointment.

So I shamefully stumbled up to my room, someway finding it through the maze that was his parent’s home. I laid down on my bed for a moment with two thoughts. Number one I may have caused a rift between Jim and myself because of my improper pass at him while he was with people. Number two was the fact that my NYE sex streak may be at an end. The second was much fatih escort more devastating.

After lying there in self pity for a moment, I pulled myself up, feeling a bit sober now and headed into my private bathroom and cleaned up. The shower was really nice, the sink well lit, but that’s not the point, I just really liked the bathroom. Seriously for a guest room it was huge.

As I walked from the bathroom I felt pretty low, I wanted to leave but considering my buzz, I did the right thing despite my heavy reluctance. But as I stepped from the bathroom, I looked across the room to the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked, frozen, emotionless. Jim was sitting on the bed, bare ass naked with just a pillow over his lap.

“What do you think I’m doing?” He said, coyly as if nothing happened between us.

“But you said…”

“But I said nothing. It’s not important now. I’ve been waiting a looooong time for this.” He said.

We stared at each other for a moment. Then he lifted his eyebrows and smiled, irresistibly and removed the pillow from his lap, exposing his full mast boner. I stared down his dick like it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He’d talked about it over the phone and online, telling me it was big and thick, I just assumed it was talk…but oh, no. He wasn’t lying, it was 9 inches plus, and thick from top to bottom getting wider as it went down. All I saw from my vantage was the underside of his shaft, a large vein traveling up, big and purple disappearing into the flesh as it reached the ridge of his head. The tip was pointed, aiming up at his flat stomach, his hard hairy pecks and even harder nipples.

“Come on man.” He said, I could tell he was busting with anticipation. I broke from my daze and walked towards him, only in my boxers, which were now tented to the left.

As I got closer, he stood up and we embraced, pulling our naked chests together our cocks colliding on impact. He felt so warm, almost hot as our skin slid together. Then our mouths met, then our tongues and we kissed, passionately, our hands running down the muscles of our backs, moving up to the back of each other heads, playing with one another hair and pulling in hard, trying to taste each one’s insides.

And then something clicked. Maybe it was the passion, maybe it was lust, or maybe it was the alcohol, but when we parted and looked at each others things turned from a wanting to a desire and then to a heated exchange of sexual lust. In short, things got pornographic.

It was like half a second in reality but it felt like minutes as we stared at each other, kissing again this time our mouths mashing together, our tongues fighting inside our mouths, moaning and clawing at each other. I broke away and grabbed Jim’s ass hard, he smacked me, lightly but not…

“Is that what you want? You want my ass, you want to bite that shit.” He said, with a slight aggression in his voice that caused me to feel the same way.

“Yeah, that’s right.” I said, kissing him again, forcefully. He pushed me off and then grabbed me again, forcing me down to my knees. He turned around and pulled my face towards his ass. I started kissing and licking around his ass, not really having an aim or a goal, just hard kissing, sucking, biting, licking on the hard flesh of his solid ass. I pushed his hand away and took over. Grabbing at his sides and turning him so my face could go anywhere. I would lick the bulging flesh then kiss it. Next my tongue would slide down then back up the crack of his ass pushing in deep, letting my tongue burn with the salty sweat of his increasingly heated body. He moaned and hissed, bracing himself on the bed with both hands.

I grabbed his legs at the front and turned him and pushed him down on the bed. As he fell his legs fell open and in instantly pounced, holding them open. He looked at me for a moment and then relaxed as I moved in. I started by sucking on his balls that hung low near his asshole. His nuts were large, and sensitive, he groaned loudly as I brought them into my mouth and rolled them around before releasing them. “Fuck!” He’d yell out as I dropped each sweaty nut form mouth and brutally inhaled the next.

He held his legs at the knees, his balls and ass presented to me with ease and I took advantage. After I had thoroughly tasted and soaked each one of his cum filled balls I worked my way into his hole. Poking it at first with my tongue and then lapping from hole to sack with a firm flat tongue, tasting every single part of his under carriage. By time I got finished, each nut was shining with spit, his asshole was cleaned off and my chin was dripping with drool. The only reason I stopped was because he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop…stop.” He said, completely out of breath. “Come here.” He called. I got to my feet and climbed onto the bed, his chest was rising and falling fast and heavy. He grabbed me and kissed me real fucking hard, jamming his tongue down my throat and I gagged. Now I was breathing heavily and we güngören escort laughed a little when we parted our lips. “You like this?” He asked.

“Yes.” Was all I could tell him.

“Good, bitch.” Was his reply. Then he grabbed my head again and raised his arm, sticking my face into his smooth pit. I began kissing, and sucking at the sensitive skin. Having never done this type thing before I just guessed at what I was doing but judging from his reaction I was correct but it wasn’t my thing. I fought my way out of his grip, wanting more of him than a sweaty arm pit and I went for his nipple and bit it…hard, and plucked up. “Fuck!” He yelled again, laughing and gasping.

“Just suck my cock mother fucker.” He said hard and aggressive, pushing me down. But I fought him off.

“Make me, faggot.” I said. This only fueled him further. He then grabbed me, pushing me, holding and forcing me towards his dick. He pushed on my neck as I pretended to fight back only to give in one his dick head hit my cheek. He forcefully turned my head and I opened wide and sunk my entire mouth, down to the base on his cock.

“Fuck yes, that’s it!” he yelled out with more aggression and getting louder with each taunt, seems we were really on the far end of the building. I held my head down, keeping his cock in deep. While he was forcing me down, I did this on my own accord, I love, love, love to deep throat. I could feel the thick heavy spit coming up my throat, filling into my mouth, lubing up his cock. When he released me I came up for air, gasping and pulling away with a string of drool going from lip to cock. My eyes began to water and I wiped away the tears. “Yeah!” I screamed. “Make me suck your cock. Make me your cock sucker.”

I have a certain method I like to use while sucking cock, and while I was being “forced” to suck, I really wasn’t. Jim was just making it a little more intense with the dirty talk and the forcing down of my head. And for the most part, I kept with my method here. First, as I did with Jim I take the entire cock down into my mouth and often into my throat. Depending on cock length it may go deeper down my throat. Anyway, I’ll deep throat for a good ten to twenty seconds, letting my partner do one of two things. Either face fuck me, causing me to gag therefore getting more spit faster, or I make a swallowing motion causing my own self to gag creating spit. The later takes a little longer and in all honesty I prefer the former. Which is exactly what Jim did. As I was deep throating him he would thrust his hips up, forcing the cock down my throat further. As he did this he’d moan, spit, his and yell, “suck on it” while pressing down onto my neck hard. That is my ideal start to a blow job. And Jim seemed to really enjoy giving me a hard face fuck.

Next, I’ll wait until the spit has worked itself into my mouth then pull back. By this point my entire mouth is completely lubricated with the thickest heaviest drool. I’ll put on a little show to tease by using the line of spit that always goes from mouth to cock. Usually I wiggle my tongue, or slurp it back up, something to be kind of naughty. The more intense the sex the more nasty I’ll be.

Once the spit is there, I like to focus on the head a little, nurse the tip like a bottle, and pitch it between my upper palet and slide my tongue hard up and down. For some guys this makes them cum real fast and real hard with more jizz than an elephant. For some guys it makes them squirm and moan and curse as is with the case with Jim.

Once I finish that move, I go to fucking down and just start bobbing my head up and down like a fishing bobber in water. Sure I’ll take breaks and play with the spit, I’ll deep throat and hold, all depends on the current mood and flow of the situation, or if the guy’s cum by now or not. I mean come on wouldn’t that make you cum? That is one hell of a blow job. In this case while I was bobbing the fuck out of Jim’s cock, he grabbed my legs, and pulled me towards him, using his hand to force my cheeks apart and starting rubbing my asshole.

I positioned myself onto my knees so that my ass was propped up with easy access to my puckered up hole. I could hear Jim spit into his hand then slap my asshole and start rubbing, sinking his fingers inside. “Tight ass mother fucker, you like those fingers?” He would ask.

I never answered, truth is the more he fingered, the harder I sucked. That should have been indication enough.

He pulled me over towards him, moving into a 69 position, my balls hanging in his face. His tongue came up and he started licking them, flicking them like a punching bag. It hurt due to incredible swelling. It didn’t stop him, moaning only increased his flicks. He used two hands, one to jerk me off the other finger fuck me while his tongue lashed at my blue balls. But I kept sucking, deeper, faster, hard with every pleasing move he made until my jaw ached so bad, a sign of a long blow job, that I had to stop.

I came up for and sat back so my asshole was kadıköy escort now in Jim’s face. He grabbed onto my hips willingly and his tongue penetrated my loosening asshole. His tongue buried in deep, he would spit and lap at my hole. His cock was already heavily wet from my sucking, now all I needed was a moist hole and I’d slide that dick right up in there.

“Lick it! Lick it!” I screamed out. I wiggled my ass all over his face, talking to him telling him to make me wet. “Get me nice and wet, yeah. Get that asshole ready. Get it ready to be pounded!” I shouted at him, looking over my shoulder, reaching back and grabbing his hair and pulling his face deeper in between my cheeks only releasing him when he fought me away.

Then I turned around, staying straddled over him like he was my bronco. I kissed him as I reached back, jerking his cock, feeling how well I slicked it up. We broke up out messy kissing and I sat back, still jerking him off. Actually it was more like sliding my hands over a greased up pole. I made sure my ass was still wet as well and the guided his head to my hole. “You want to fuck me now?” I asked, staring down at him.

“Put my cock inside you. Get that tool up there. Put my cock inside you!” He ordered. I wiped his head around my ass, teasing, getting it real slick before I locked into the opening and started sitting back, allowing his head to pop up into my rectum. This move always makes me freeze up, the sudden shock of being penetrated burns, it aches, but it’s a good thing. I let my body ease into it for a second and then slid all the way down, balls deep on his cock.

“Oh, God damn!” I shouted out. 9 inches is a lot of cock to take, and when it’s a big ass thick piece of meat it makes the body jump and feel as though it was torn open. I let the burn subside once again, Jim watched my face, which I imagine clearly showed my temporary discomfort. Once I settled in, I was ready and I leaned forward again kissing Jim. His knees bent and I felt his thighs pressing again the naked flesh of my ass. I knew what was about to happen, it was the best part of being on top. Jim started taking over, pushing into my ass, shifting my bowels then pulling out near the brink of leaving my hole then shoving back in. All he needed to do was develop a ryhthem and he could start pumping into me harder and harder.

You could probably hear the flesh on flesh slapping down the hall. You could probably also hear the grunting and moaning and screaming too. I dropped my head into Jim’s neck and let him pounded me. His legs were pumping so hard, I’d never been fucked like this before, so deep and hard at the same time. Only porn stars can get fucked this hard, and at the moment I was feeling like one.

Next I took control, grabbing his arms and pinning them back over his head. I sat back and his legs fell flat as I started riding him, using slow, long agonizing strokes, complete opposite of what we just had. Truth me told me ass needed a small break. While a good pounding up the ass is great, I can only take it for so long. By now we had both realized that this was going to turn into a marathon. The alcohol in both of us had numbed our sexual sensations. And while the action was hot and it was so far feeling beyond incredible, there were no signs of either of us having that orgasm soon. So taking control as I did I looked at Jim’s face as I gently pulled my hips up and slid back down.

“How’s that ass? You like it?” I asked.

“I want more.” He said. “I want more of that shit box, I want to nail you harder and deeper than before.”

I kept the pace, riding him slow and steady, watching his face twist as I came up then down. “Beg, mother fucker.” I said.

“Fuck you.” He snapped back, trying to fight off my grip.

“Beg to fuck me hard.” I said again, smiling, playing. But he broke free from my grip, he had over powered me, not that I was surprised. He grabbed me and threw me from his lap and I landed on the side of the bed, bouncing and actually falling to the floor. For a moment, Jim jumped over to check it out. I came up laughing. He smiled too and we stared at each other for a moment.

“Get up here, cum bucket.” He ordered.

“Cum bucket?” I said, looking at him, at the time I liked that nickname. “Yeah, I am a cum bucket. You have a bucket of cum to give me?” I asked, starting to get to my knees. Then Jim jumped up and off the bed. He nearly sprinted over to me, grabbing me and pulling me off the floor and slamming me against the wall.

Both of us were gasping, his forearm pinning me to the wall, his other hand reaching around and grabbing my hard shaft and jerking it off. “You like the reach around?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said, I mean who doesn’t.

“Yeah? You like the reach around as I screw your faggot ass?” He said, that aggressive tone returning in his voice. Then his forearm released me, and I felt his hand slide between my ass and his abs. He violently shoved his cock back into my slopped up asshole and began humping me. He jammed his cock up inside, thrusting forward then holding a moment. “Take it deep. Take it, take it. Fuck you take that cock!” He screamed out, loud enough that someone had to hear it. By now anyone left in the house knew something was happening here. And by the sounds of it, it probably seemed like prison rape.

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This is fiction based on fantasy involving a married couple and the husband’s desire for gay sex. If this upsets you, please don’t bother reading it. Thanks for any comments.

*****

My wife and I were on vacation, spending some time in Portland, Oregon. When we are away from home like that, we like to do things we would shy away from in our home town.

In Portland, we were out hitting nightclubs. Years earlier we had gone to a strip club called Mary’s. We decided to check it out. It was still hot. Not real classy, but some sexy strippers. A couple of them very sexy — and showing absolutely everything.

The club has half a dozen or so chairs right in front of the elevated stage where the strippers perform. And several of these sexy women would put their pussies right in front of the faces of the guys sitting in those chairs. It was pretty erotic.

After an hour or so, we decided move on. As my wife knows, I am bi-curious and was thinking I would like to see some male strippers. I told her I wanted to find a place where men are stripping like the women at Mary’s, and she said sure she’d like that too.

I did a quick Google search on my phone and found a place called Silverado not far away.

It was a week night and there were not a lot of people there. But a man was on stage dancing and stripping. He didn’t dance that well, but he had a hot body with dark hair and some body hair — a very hot, masculine-looking guy.

My wife and I got drinks from the bar, sat at a table near the stage and ogled this sexy stripper. He was down to his boxer briefs when we sat down, and soon was pulling those down to show off his thick cock. He was definitely a turn on.

Soon he was done and another hot-looking guy took his place. This guy had a lighter complexion and was a much better dancer. He was very sexy. I felt like he was looking right at me as he pulled his underwear down to reveal his very enticing cock.

I was definitely lusting for this guy.

I turned to Shelly and said this guy is so fucking hot, and she agreed.

Then another buca escort guy was on stage. This one was definitely a body builder. He had a big chest and big broad shoulders. My wife said he looks like Hercules. I think she was hot for this guy.

This guy did not dance as well as the second guy, and he only briefly flashed his cock. I never really got a good look at it.

Next, the first guy was back on stage. Once again, I was not impressed with the dancing. But I was more interested in seeing these guys strip than seeing how well then danced. And this guy was very sexy. He had a very hot body.

I got fresh drinks and came back to the table to see the second buy on stage again. He definitely knew how to show off his hot ass and dick. Very tight, sexy body.

I was in a trance watching him when the first dancer came over to me wearing just his boxer briefs and asked if I was enjoying the show. I said “Yes, it’s very sexy!”

He asked if I would like a lap dance for $20. I looked at Shelly and she said “Whatever. No harm in a little fun”

I looked around the club nervously, not sure if I could take this step.

He said “We’ll go upstairs, it will be private.”

So I said “Okay.”

I pulled out a $20 bill, stuck in the front of his underwear briefly touching his semi-hard cock and followed him upstairs.

He had me sit down in a chair in a dimly lighted area and started gyrating in front of me. I opened by legs and he moved in closer.

Again, unimpressive dancing. But I was hard as a rock, incredibly turned on, with this nearly naked guy dancing just inches in front of me.

He bent down and kissed me. Oh my God, my hard dick jumped in my pants. I kissed him back, opening my mouth. but he didn’t open his mouth. Still, I loved kissing him. Without even thinking I reached for his underwear, wanting to pull them down. He backed off and said “No touching under the briefs.”

Yet, when I ran my hands over his body — his abdomen, chest and back — he did not object. He bent down and kissed me again. çağlayan escort I ran my hands down his back and under his briefs to fondle his sexy ass. He did not object to that, so I kept fondling his cheeks as we kissed.

I reached for his dick covered by his underwear. I felt him, he had a semi. He backed away briefly.

This went on for several minutes. A lot of kissing. I was kissing his abdomen, his chest, his nipples and his lips, wanting to see and taste his cock.

I did not get to do that. But touching him, fondling him, kissing him had me incredibly turned on.

Here I was making out with a male stripper as my wife sat downstairs sipping her vodka tonic knowing I was up here getting a lap dance or maybe even more from a hot guy she knew I wanted to have sex with.

It was over way too soon. And I was sexually frustrated because I want to see and taste his cock so fucking bad.

Once back downstairs, I was a little embarrassed as I approached my wife. But she just seemed to think it was a fun lark.

Her favorite, “Hercules” was just getting back on stage. We were both glued to his act. He had an amazing build and danced pretty well, but once again only briefly revealed the package we all wanted to see.

Then the second guy was up, and he really knew how to play it. He had on red briefs and his dancing was incredibly erotic. He teasingly pulled down his underwear to reveal his sexy dick. Again, I felt like this guy was looking right at me.

When he was done, I went to the bar for more drinks.

Moments after I came back and sat down, the second dancer came over to me and asked if I would like a lap dance.

Oh my God! I wanted way more than that. But I told him I couldn’t as I looked over at my very patient and understanding wife.

He held out his hand, said his name is Sam, and asked “Is it okay if I sit with you to finish my water?”

“Of course,” I said.

He was still just wearing his red briefs and he was drinking a bottle of water.

My wife and I were çankaya escort sitting across from each other at a small cocktail table. He pulled a chair next to me and asked us to tell him about ourselves. We told him how we’re on vacation just having a fun, adventurous night out.

As we talked, he edged his left leg next to my right leg until they were touching. Fireworks exploded in my crotch. I held my knee against his under the table. I did not pull away.

My wife was mostly watching the stage where “Hercules” was up doing his number again. With the loud music, it was hard for her to hear our conversation anyway.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh. I looked at him and he just smiled and said “You are a good looking guy,” as he lightly caressed my leg.

Jesus, I wanted him so badly!

Shelly got up to go to the bathroom and gave me a look as if to say ‘be careful,’ and walked away.

Sam said “I think she’s jealous to see someone flirting with her husband.”

“I think she’s nervous to see me flirting with you,” I said as I reached down and caressed his sexy bare thigh.

He lifted his hand from my thigh, brought his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a kiss. Jesus, this guy was making me sick with lust.

I responded enthusiastically, opening my mouth to his probing tongue as our passion mounted. My hand on his thigh, moving to his briefs to feel his big, hot, hard dick.

“You are so fucking hot,” I said as we broke apart. “I want to pleasure you in every way possible.”

And as my hand caressed his hard cock under his briefs, I said “I want to make love to your hot, hard, sexy cock!”

“If you play your cards right, maybe we can make that happen,” he said. “I have one more dance, then I’m off. Why don’t you send your wife back to your hotel in an Uber and come home with me.”

Wow! Could I fucking do that? No question, it is what I wanted more than anything at that moment. My head was spinning with lust, with the possibilities and the possible consequences.

My wife came back to the table to find us sitting as close as we could, his arm around me and my right hand caressing his naked thigh.

She looked at us, then directly at me and shook her head.

He leaned over and said “I have to get ready for my dance. Do it. Tell her. I want you!”

***** To be continued…*****

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Cast: Mike, my old friend—June, my wife—Don, an oral trainer

My old friend

My old friend Mike called to say he wanted to visit. Boy I hadn’t seen him in forever. I didn’t even think he knew I was married before I talked to him on the phone. Of course I told him we would love to have him but honestly I was of two minds. I was always the little twerp in school and Mike had kind of protected me. As long as he was my friend no one would harass me. Mike was a big, tall, popular jock while I excelled in the French club.

Though we seemed an unlikely pair we were good friends until he went into the army as I went on to college. Now 15 years later Mike was coming to visit and I wondered about how we would get around the fact that for the last few years of high school I was Mike’s blow buddy. I didn’t know how we could move on from that. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t thought about it; in fact I thought about it during sex with my wife, June.

I picked him up at the airport and looked forward to a re-acquainting conversation on the hour-long drive to my mountain home. I knew he would be impressed with my wealth and position as a novelist. As we headed to the car Mike had somehow maneuvered me into carrying all the heavy bags. We talked of old times as we headed due west; Mike was the same old Mike.

“Remember when old Don was pounding on you and I came along; I pulled him off you and slapped him around a little and he ran away. We went to the pond and as I remember it; that was the first time you sucked my cock. Oh, you didn’t want to at first but then I just kept talking to you and when I rubbed my cock over your lips and then you were eager. I have to tell you Bobby; I’ve had lots of blowjobs but you’re still the best. Maybe it’s because you were just so dammed eager for my cum, who knows why we do things eh.”

By now I was a little numb; I didn’t want to talk about this. I glanced over at Mike and was shocked; he had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. God it was huge, that thick purple head on the end of that long, thick prick with that gapping piss slit that looked like the mouth of a cannon. Oh yes I remembered.

“Ok Bobby, this roads really deserted, pull over up there.” In a trance I did as he asked, just like old times, I always did as he asked. Off the road I put it in park and felt that big hand on my neck just rubbing my neck. It was old times as he pressured my head down towards his cock. “That’s right little Bobby, go for it, for old times sake.” He opened the door and stretched his legs out with that big club between his legs just hanging out. It seemed natural for me to get out and scamper over to his side of the car.

“It’s big isn’t it Bobby? Do you remember how I taught you to suck and worship it, I bet you do. Kneel now and enjoy.”

“I understand, Mike, I said.” My gaze was already fixed on the enormous cockhead that was dripping on the car seat. He wasn’t fully hard and the weight of his dick had it laid out on the car seat cushion instead of pointing up towards his face. I shivered a little has I remembered how it had been. At the thought of tasting the wetness that I saw and realized that I wanted to do it. I still couldn’t admit it…but I definitely wanted it. Bobby chuckled to himself as he saw me staring at it, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, knowing the private war that I was fighting between my brain and my dick, and knowing, in the end, which one would win.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Get started already” he ordered. I slowly inched forward on my knees. I lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent. “Just lick it a while first. You may need some instructions to help you to remember”

I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head until it made contact with his cockhead. I immediately tasted the salty thickness of his precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper into his piss slit. I could sense that his cock was on the rise alsancak escort and heard a soft moan. Hearing him make that sound again set me on fire. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again.

“Are you deaf, Bobby? Look, I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL follow my instructions just like always. I only told you to lick it. I want you to lick it until it is completely hard, then I’ll let you try and discover what other talents that mouth of yours might still have.” Releasing my head, he once again relaxed while I continued to lick at his growing cock using only my tongue. “Its time now Bobby.”

Mike Held my head firmly pumping it up and down on his drippy meat, farther and farther down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but Mike didn’t care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes, an automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking, how I remembered that feeling. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. I knew he wouldn’t be happy until it completely disappeared, just like old times.

Moments later he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry flared head. He didn’t let me look at him, but I heard him say, “Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth” As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head viciously onto his cock, his thick cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening. Of course, as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was gagging constantly as he held my head down, my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader.

“Oh YESSSSSS!!! damm, that’s it, it’s like your throat is trying to get my cock off all by itself. Damm, Bobby, your throat was made for a man’s cock, my cock, made to let a man sling his thick cum down that throat chute of yours.”

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Mike raised my head up long enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, sticky strands of saliva, my saliva, mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down that thick shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over his balls and ran down the car seat. Mike then proceeded to thrust my head back down onto his shaft and even though he had a little more difficulty ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn’t have the element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip it all the way inside until my nose was once again buried in his crotch.

I gagged again, producing another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust. He didn’t hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air and thrusting it back again. Soon he settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing just like old times. I was timing my breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock. He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second.

Time had slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swelling larger and the first violent wave of cum traveling up his shaft to empty far down my throat. Mike gripped my hair and forced my head off his cock. With great quickness for a man in the middle of cumming, he pulled my head back and moved to sit right on the edge of the seat with the head of his cock less than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive load all over my face, from my hairline down to my chin. I wanted to cum with him, but I still had pants on had lost focus on everything but his cock; my nuts just wouldn’t release it.

A third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off to the ground. Mike then used his other hand to pull his cockhead up and over the still spouting head of his dick, tightly pinching it off between his thumb and piss slit. “Keep your mouth open now, here it comes, ENJOY!” He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to the edge, just letting it sit there for a moment, temptingly as he still kept the skin of the slit pinched off, staring smugly at me, watching my reaction.

After what seemed like an eternity, he took his hand back and I got my first taste of his load. It was amazing. As his cock shot out the pent up cum ran out altıeylül escort like a fountain directly into my waiting, hungry mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew that I was hooked again, everything he had said about me was true. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock, all at the same time. I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy cum of my old school buddy around with my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his cum. My mouth was full and cum was dripping down my chin. I gagged on his warm, salty seed, but he once again pulled me onto his cock and commanded me to drink every drop. I totally submitted again, like old times, in agony but also in a delirium of joy at my total subservience. Sperm and spit now coated my face to my surprise I found that every time this man’s huge prick brushed my lips, I mouthed it compulsively. I couldn’t help it. I hated and loved this feeling.

As we continued our drive I was surprised how easily we had slipped into our old, frank ways. He talked about how he liked to be serviced and how good it was to be back with his cocksucker. I couldn’t help thinking about June.

“Well Bobby I’m really pleased with you. After all this time you’re still hungry for my cock. Remember when I told you that some guys were a little like girls and wanted to suck off real men. We were so young then but that’s really how it worked out; you’re the sucker and I’m the suckee. Nothing has really changed. I still need to cum 3 or 4 times a day and you still like cock. Of course you’re a bit rusty, you’ll need to train those throat muscles.”

“I’ve done some reading on slave training in the past and it boils down to getting your throat used to being filled. If you stick your finger down your throat and move it around and seek out those trigger spots at the entrance of your throat that make you gag you’re training them to accept without gagging. The more you stimulate them and learn about what makes you gag, the easier it is to control your gag reflex. Also practice holding your breath. You can do this; just hold your breath for as long as you can. If you do this several times a day and continue to push yourself, you’ll find you can hold your breath for longer and longer periods of time. Swimmers and divers do these exercises all the time.” Mike said.

“You need to practice holding cock deep down your throat and try to see if you can breathe around the cock; a skilled cocksucker can hold a cock deep down his throat and lick his man’s balls while breathing only through the nose. Learn to like the feelings of choking and not being able to breathe. You’ll do it because it’s what I want of you.”

I didn’t know what to think, Mike knew me better than I could myself. I hadn’t seen him in years but in less than an hour I was his again, yes his cocksucker. I was driving slowly because I wanted to listen to his desires, I wanted to please.

“A lot of guys make fun of cocksuckers but that’s just wrong. A cocksucker only wants to serve his alpha male and that’s what I want. Now, I am going to tell you what I want from you, my sex slave. From now on whenever I want, you’re going to blow me. As I’ve said I often need to cum 2-3 times a day and more so it’s good that I’ll live with you. I will need you to suck me when I wake up and again at bedtime. I don’t care who is around your house you will be there to satisfy me when I need it. Your body is mine to use for my pleasure. You will strive to do everything as good as you can. Follow all my instructions. If I want you to lick my balls, you will do it. I might make you beg to serve me. I will fuck your mouth, or have you massage my balls, or perhaps make you lick my ass clean. You may have to shave your pubic hair, or walk around in the backyard with no clothes on. Anything I want, you will do for me because you just, plain want to please me. Occasionally, I will have friends who need servicing. You will do them too. I will cum on your face or will make you take it down your throat. Whatever I want, you do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Good, I’m glad you know your place, good, Mike said again.

After a while he started talking again. You need to understand the psychological aspects of cocksucking. How to truly give service and submit to a man when he shares his cock with you so the experience is at its best for both of you. I have learned that although cocksucking is about one man giving sexual pleasure to another, like all sex it’s really about both guys getting mutual satisfaction. Your altınordu escort satisfaction is routed in the submission inherent in kneeling with a stiff cock in your mouth. Mine will be in being superior to you; using you as a slut. Of course taking a man’s load is just part of the job so to speak. But it’s an important part. There’s a reason that it’s called “service.” A guy using a cocksucker has every right to expect his load to be taken, and with gratitude. You must then look up at him and thank him with your eyes.”

Mike was talking to me as explicitly as he had in college; his soft demanding voice had excited me then and still did.

“I know you’re wondering how this works with your wife, but you don’t need to worry, she knows it all.” I was stupefied, how could she know, what did she think? I couldn’t speak but Mike just went on in a matter of fact way.

“I’ve been talking on a chat line to her for a month. It started as just a jerk-off chat but somehow I found out that she was your wife. Eventually I told her you had been my cocksucker in school. She came back to me that this was a turn on for her. We talked more and decided that letting you serve both of us would be fun and here I am.”

My head was swimming as I pulled into my driveway, what was happening. I gathered Mike’s luggage and followed him into my house.

“Nice place you’ve got here Bobby, very plush and secluded. Hi June, after all this it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve told him how it’s going to be so don’t worry, our little Bobby is cool with it.”

I noticed that June was in a bikini, strange. Mike told me to get them a drink. When I came back they were on the couch talking. I set the drinks in front of them and went to sit down.

“No, no little Bobby, you don’t sit in our presence, get on the floor”, Mike said. For whatever reason I felt I couldn’t refuse and quickly sat in front of them.

“I think it’s time to continue his training, don’t you June”, Mike said?

“Listen to me carefully now, you have some hard lessons to learn. As our slut and slave you are now totally subservient to and will obey my orders as your Master; in addition from now on those of your wife as well. You need to develop and nurture the trait of absolute obedience if you hope to be happy. Your function as our sex slave is not to question orders, not even to think, but to obey right away without question at all times. I think that it is time that you learned that lesson. The reality is that you’ll be much happier if you don’t think and just obey. It’ll free you to be the slave you’ve always wanted to be, were born to be” Mike said with a smirk.

I was in a trance as Mike continued, “Now my little cocksucker, it’s time for your next lesson. Whenever I snap my fingers and point at the floor, you’re to fall to the floor and kneel there with your legs spread and your mouth open. Let’s have a little practice.”

Mike snapped his finger and pointed at the floor in front of him. I didn’t move. He slapped my face hard with an open hand. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. He snapped his fingers again and pointed. This time I reluctantly shuffled to the spot on my knees with my legs spread. I glance at June whose face registers surprise at my easy compliance.

“You see June, he wants to serve us, let’s give him some practice eh.” They told me to get up and strip naked as they sipped their wine.

I thought I had no choice but it was obvious that I was excited by this treatment; my little prick was hard and they were laughing. Mike again snapped his finger and this time I fell fast in front of him.

“Take my cock out now and show your wife what a good cocksucker you are.”

I began opening his fly. His cock sprung free and I lowered my mouth to it. Just as my lips touch the cockhead Mike lifts my head, smiles at me and slaps my face twice. He then pushes me onto his cock. “You see June, he’s really subservient and likes this kind of treatment. Understand another rule, whenever I want to fuck your wife, I will snap my fingers and point. You will move into position and unzip my trousers. When you have removed them you will prepare me to fuck your wife by licking around my prick and balls and then by sucking me off until I am nice and hard for your wife. When I tell you to, you will open her cunt lips and guide my stiff prick into your wife.” I must have looked like I protested with my eyes. Mike didn’t hesitate. Again he slapped my face hard, once and then again. The slaps are loud and shake my entire body. I begin to whimper and sob. Mike made sure that I got the point by slapping my tearstained face hard a third time. I felt the defeat that they must have seen in my eyes and I knew that that I would obey.

“Are you ready to obey us at all times now Bobby?” He asked. I answered by sucking lustily on his cock, that beautiful cock, my new Master’s cock. I didn’t notice my wife smiling in the doorway.

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It had been 4 weeks since my first encounter with O. I could not go for more than a couple of hours without thinking about that magical night that fate had brought us together. O had txt me the very next morning and asked if I had enjoyed our time together.

I obviously played it cool and replied the very second his txt landed in my inbox, and told him that he had given me the best sex I had ever experienced, and to add to that, it had been my first time with a man, a very hot, sexy Adonis of a black man, the man of my dreams, O.

I felt like a doting schoolgirl with her first crush. Every time my phone would ping and it was from O, I could feel my heart flutter and a deep yearning come over me and a hunger and craving that I had not experienced before took a hold.

To take things back a touch, O was a male escort I had encountered and who’s services I had acquired after months of scouring the internet looking for the hottest interracial porn I could find.

Interracial porn was now my staple in any self-pleasure activities I participated in. In other works, I would squeeze and rub and stroke my cock to all the beautiful, big, black cocks I could find online. There was something about them huge black cocks, all wet and shiny, being worshipped and pleasured by sexy, cock hungry white girls.

I often found that I would imagine I was the girl in the scene, and it was me taking them massive, beautiful black dicks and making it my personal mission to pleasure as many black men as I could get my hands on. You could say it had become a bit of an obsession.

One night, instead of browsing the biggest and best black cocks on the internet, I searched for male escorts, in particular, black male escorts. O was my perfect man. Tall, strong, ruggedly handsome, very charming with dark skin and the most beautiful black cock between his legs.

I had since learnt that when O is not using that delicious, black, meaty cock for pleasuring black cock loving white men like me, that he was a personal trainer in his day job. Finding out about his day job as a PT opened a whole new series of fantasies for me but I will save them for a later story. Chapter 1 of My Story describes our first encounter after exchanging messages and numbers online.

Since that first encounter, we had exchanged the occasional flirty or suggestive txt, which I would find myself blushing at when reading them. He was insatiable and the pictures and short videos of him displaying his impressive manhood convinced me (not that I needed it) that I had to see him again. He knew just how to tease me so that he knows I will be craving more of that beautiful, delicious black cock.

We arranged a suitable date for us both and O made a few suggestions to make our evening more romantic, a term which I found appealed to me and made me grow more excited to hear his thoughts.

O recommended a nice hotel in the area, not far from his apartment, where we would be able to set the mood and enable us to just be that extra bit more relaxed with each other. It sounded perfect.

O sent me the link for the hotel, and I proceeded to book a room for the night in question. I booked a standard double, I kind of liked the idea of being in a smaller space with this perfect specimen of a man rather than one of the larger suite-style rooms that were available. I had an experience from bayrampaşa escort our first night together that the size of this man in an enclosed space with me made me feel more vulnerable and willing to submit to him and I liked the feeling and was excited to experience more of it. Room booked. This was starting to get real.

Throughout the 4 weeks since our first liaison, O had been complimenting me on my peachy, behind. He said I had a nice phat (spelt with a ph), white, bubble butt and he enjoyed getting to grips with it during our first meet.

He txt me asking if I’d ever worn ladies’ panties. I thought it was a little odd but was more than willing to hear more. I found myself wanting to please him. O suggested that my peachy ass cheeks would look just perfect held in gently by a nice little lacy number, or some frilly satin panties.

He again sent me some links for women’s underwear shops in the area and number of styles that are his favourites. I browsed the list he had given me and found a nice tasteful pair that I am sure he would approve of. They were rose coloured satin on the front with a revealing behind on the rear of the panties. A few strands of lace across the back which I figured would definitely allow O some easier access should he desire.

I learned that they are called, bottomless panties and were for perfect for those who delved into and explored the pleasures of ass play. And that is something I most definitely want to experience more of with my perfect man. O declared that my ass would look good enough to eat in them panties, a statement that piqued my interest.

Once all the arrangements had been made, O told me that he’d meet me at the hotel room and that he had another surprise for me if I trusted him and he’d show me when he arrived. Yet more excitement as if I didn’t have enough already, meeting the man of my dreams in a romantic hotel room, wearing some deliciously, naughty panties.

I checked in and acquainted myself with the room. I raided the mini bar for some Dutch courage and I thought I’d get myself in the mood with some of my favourite porn, the material that led me onto this path of black cock addiction to begin with I showered, watched some porn, while chubbing up my own cock and I tried on my newly purchased panties.

Checking myself out in the mirror, my ass did indeed look incredible. I found myself posing in the mirror, trying to find out what is the best angle for me to show off my assets, and what lighting would look best. Once I found the perfect ambiance, I dimmed the lights and waited nervously. I found that excitement and nervousness washed over me, but my horniness always shone through.

O txt me to let me know he was on his way up in the lift. I was so excited. I waited at the door, peering through the peep hole so I could see him approaching. I watched this hunk of a black man stroll confidently down the corridor, filling the narrow pathway with his large, strong frame.

I opened the door and hid behind it as he strolled in. The door swung shut and he greeted me and kissed me on the forehead before entering the main bedroom. He smelt terrific, as usual and his scent made me feel a little lightheaded. His scent that had me lusting over him last time we met, it’s always his scent that gets me first and I’m like putty in his fingers.

O beykoz escort looked me up and down and let out an approving grunt as he grabbed at his big cock lying dormant in his trousers.

“You wanna see how excited that hot bubble butt gets me in them panties?” he said, in his deep voice.

“Yes!” I whispered.

O sat in the chair and unbuckled his pants, pulling out his big thick cock and balls. He indicated, with a twirl of his index, for me to spin around. I do not know what come over me, maybe it was the mini bar taking its toll, but I was overcome with lust, I wanted to please this big strong man and I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. I turned my ass towards him and arched my back a little, aiming it at him.

He let out a long whistle, “Nice!” he said, “You look really hot.”

I crawled onto the bed on all fours and bent over for him so he could appreciate what he was going to own tonight and to show off these brand-new panties I bought just for him, my man. O was stroking his cock to full hardness and it looked delicious. The dim light in the room made it look big and shiny, with the tip leaking precum.

I lowered myself off the bed and crawled towards him. He beat that massive meat for all it was worth, looking right into my eyes as I got closer. He did not let up, he just stoked that cock for me, offering it to me.

I tugged at his trousers, pulling them off and moved closer, brushing my face against his thickly muscled thighs, and pressing my face right into his big balls. I inhaled deeply, breathing in his musky scent, I exhaled loudly, groaning with pleasure before going in again and breathing him in. I ran my nose all the way up his thick shaft, taking him in, flicking my tongue over his spunky tip to taste him. It felt like an addiction, I was hungry for his scent and his taste of that delicious big black cock.

O fished around in his backpack that was next to him on the chair. I was watching him intently as I ran my tongue up his inner thigh and tried to curl my tongue under his heavy balls to suck them in. He pulled out a small blue glass bottle with a white lid. He looked me in the eyes and asked if I trust him.

“mmm hmm.”, was all I could reply with my mouth full of his balls.

O unscrewed the lid and held the small blue bottle next to the shaft of his cock.

“Come and have a smell of this.” he said.

I moved closer so my face was pressed against his thick cock and I could feel the warmth from it. He pressed a finger over one nostril and instructed me to inhale. I did, deeply.

I lifted my head up and felt the warmth slowly filling my throat and my lungs. I exhaled and let out a little moan as I felt the head rush taking over me. O pulled me towards him whilst I was on this high and started kissing me deep, I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. He was groping my ass roughly now through my panties, giving me playful spanks, which I told him I liked.

He pulled away from our kiss and held that little magic blue bottle to my nose again. I breathed it in and immediately wanted his big dick in my mouth when that high hit me again.

I lowered my face into his groin. Rubbing my face into his cock and balls, breathing him in. I took his shiny tip into my mouth and sucked on it passionately as the high washed over beyşehir escort me.

All my inhibitions disappearing, and I worked his balls in my hand whilst stroking his shaft into my hungry mouth. I heard O hit the poppers above. He was reaching down and groping my ass, spanking me, and rubbing my cheeks, spreading them, and squeezing them back together. I loved the way the man handled my ass cheeks like that, and I told him. I could almost feel his dick grow fatter as the high from the poppers hit. I loved it and the grinding of my ass onto his strong hands was showing him, I hope.

He was thrusting that huge shaft into my throat now and I had to gasp and pull away to come up for air. I pulled his top up over his head, i wanted to see and feel that hot, tight torso under me. I climbed into his lap, straddling him on the chair and could feel the heat and power from that enormous cock underneath me.

I wanted it and I made sure to grind down on that dick hard. O was groping me roughly and letting his fingers tease into my panties and find my tight puckered hole, he tickled me and made me moan as I went in for more kisses.

O worked a wet finger into me and then I could feel the tip of his wet cock sliding into my panties, like it had a mind of its own. This is a part that I like a lot and did not want to rush it. Feeling that big cock sliding all over me, nudging and poking at my hole before slipping up my crack and nestling between my cheeks. I could do this for hours; it really gets me going.

O had other ideas, I am trying to avoid it sliding into my tight hole, and he was trying his best to get it up inside me. It was so much naughty fun teasing each other like this.

Then everything slowed down, the naughty, flirty giggling stopped, and we looked into each other’s eyes, O bringing that small blue bottle up to our noses, we inhaled deeply, feeling the rush. I started pushing down ever so slowly onto his huge cock.

The poppers and wet fingering and teasing loosening my tight hole. O’s massive cock was entering me slowly, inch by inch I would take that full length. I’d lift up a couple of times if the pain got too much but I’d always be willing to slide back down on it. I felt such a sense of achievement when my cheeks rested against his thighs, I loved being filled by him, It just felt right.

O easily picked me up and carried me the short distance to the bed, his cock still inside me as he carried me. I wrapped my legs around his ripped, hard torso and held him there tight. As he lowered me down onto my back, his hard, cock slipped from my gaping hole which made us both gasp.

O rolled me onto my side and nuzzled in behind me. Kissing my neck and threatening my hole with that big black cock again. I wanted him back inside me, I felt empty without him. I reached down to squeeze his shaft with my hand and massage those big balls.

I was aware he didn’t put a condom on this time, but I didn’t want it to stop. I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles and stroked his shaft and balls as he fucked me. I wanted his cum inside me and I told him. Begging him to fuck me harder, telling him I am all his and to fill my ass with his hot cum.

I knew he was close, and he was about to fulfil something I’d been dreaming of for months, filling up my slutty hole with all his hot cum. I heard him hit the poppers one last time and he held his breath and released his orgasm inside me with animalistic groans. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he pumped me full of his hot liquid. We lay there gasping for breath, he held me tight in his strong arms, our legs entwined as we drifted off to sleep, fully satisfied.

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I was in my early twenties and was having problems forming long-term relationships with women. Sure, I got on well with the ladies and had ended up with yet another one pregnant. I was a bit out of control fucking as many as I could and the result was unhappiness all round and my parents weren’t very happy. In due course, we had a chat about things.

Mum and Dad basically said that it couldn’t go on like this and may need some time out to think things through. They suggested I go and stay with one of mum’s cousins. John as in his middle fifties and I’d known him for years. It was decided. As I was to find out, there were some things I wasn’t aware of about John.

My first night at John’s was a bit tense but after dinner things relaxed after a few glasses of wine. It wasn’t the most relaxed sleep I had that night, but not the worst. We got to know each other over the next week or two and I felt myself opening up and bonding with him. Not only that but I found that he had a certain sort of charm and, embarrassingly for me, sexiness.

John was a man’s man. Over six feet tall with a hairy body that I was to find out soon was grey everywhere, a deep resonant voice but almost quiet in manner. As far as I knew, he had never married nor could I recall there ever being any ladies in his life.

Over that first two weeks we shot the breeze on many topics including my difficulty in forming relationships. He was concerned that I seemed to use women, fucking them leaving them, sometimes pregnant. As he pointed out, this wasn’t the way to treat anyone.

It was at this time that I felt a sort of attraction to him in a way that I hadn’t felt towards other men and he appeared to pick up on this. Things came to a head when he got me a little drunk and relaxed one evening. We were on the sofa and I was reclining back with my legs spread out in front. He was sitting close by and rested his hand momentarily on my thigh. When I didn’t flinch or react he did it again, but this time lingering longer.

I must’ve forgotten it wasn’t a women’s hand when I let bahçelievler escort out an appreciative gasp, which encouraged him to explore further up towards my crutch. When I gasped again I could feel him fondling my cock and balls through my pyjama pants. By now, I had a very stiff erection and was breathing rapidly. Reaching inside my pyjamas, he commented on what a lovely cock I had, He particularly liked its large uncircumcised, mushroom head.

Without thinking, I lifted up my body to assist him in pulling down my pyjama pants whereupon he bent down and proceeded to lick my penis up and down the shaft and gently nibble and tongue my balls. Embarrassingly, this felt fantastic.

I was becoming desperate for relief and, after what seemed like an eternity, he placed my dick inside his mouth and alternated between rolling it around in his mouth and sucking it. Although I was ashamed and embarrassed I couldn’t hold back any longer and came in big spurts, which he enthusiastically swallowed. As I am a heavy cummer, my ejaculation took a lot longer than he expected and he seemed very satisfied with this turn of events, sitting back with a tummy very full of my cum.

That night was the beginning of my journey into my new life as a faggot. John was very patient over the next months and understanding about my three steps forwards and two steps back. I was constantly resisting, not wanting to admit that I liked gay sex.

After that first night, John didn’t try to initiate sex with me but kept up our chats and domestic life. It only took a few days until I woke up one morning with a stiffy that wouldn’t go down. I was as horny as I’d ever been and lay back in bed with a few tears running down my face with the slow realization that I might be gay, or at least bi.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to find John having a cup of coffee. My erect penis was very obvious and I just stood there, not being confident enough to know what to do next and also too embarrassed. bakırköy escort John turned around in his chair and beckoned me to come over to him. Doing as I was told he soon had my pyjama pants down around my ankles and was sucking lovingly on my cock. His left hand wandered around to my bottom where he commenced stroking my buttocks before homing in on my anus where he gently inserted a finger. As soon as he did that I let out a big gasp and flooded his mouth and throat with cum. It was glorious. I could feel all the stress and anxiety drain out of my body, which left me feeling totally relaxed, and at peace.

This was a minor milestone as from then on found myself a little more willing to accept that I just might be bi. Up to that time, I hadn’t seen John naked, nor had I touched his body let alone his cock. This changed several days later.

Despite letting myself enjoy sex with John more, I was resisting and hanging onto the ridiculous idea that I was, somehow, still basically straight. One night, John suggested we get dressed up and go out for dinner. He chose a nice restaurant where we enjoyed (well mainly I did) a bottle of champagne with our meal. I was a bit tipsy when I walked out with him to the car and he had to help me a bit getting in. Once inside, I felt my cock getting stiff, straining against my cream coloured trousers. It obviously liked being romanced by a man.

Many thought ran through my head on the way home. Among them was that I was very horny and desperate for him to suck me off. Maybe I really was bi, or even gay. For the first time in my life, a feeling came over me of not being worried about being gay or bi or about being manly or not. I was just relaxed, very horny and needed sex. Looking back, the only sex running through my mind at that time was sex with a man.

John suggested we have a spa together to which I said I’d be all for. We both stripped of lit by the strong moonlight that was shining onto the outdoor deck. I hadn’t seen his body before and I almost came on the spot. He was başakşehir escort fairly solid but very hairy. All his body hair was grey including the thick hair around his cock and over his large balls. John was my mother’s cousin and big dicks must run in the family as his erection was even bigger than mine and the circumcised head of it was like a large plum.

Our first spa together was a great way finish to a very romantic evening. He sensed I was nervous so gently took my hand and placed it on his portly stomach. I experienced feelings that were just absent with women. I stroked and played with his hairy tummy and worked my way up to his big, erect nipples and chest. I was in heaven.

I nervously drew my hand down to his rigid, grey haired cock and started fondling and stroking it. This was the first time I’d ever touched another man and it was exhilarating. I was very worked up playing with his cock, feeling it, gently masturbating him and rolling his balls around in my hand. Suddenly, I had a need to be penetrated which I hadn’t experienced before but it felt right. OF course, I didn’t know if I would like it but it but my body seemed to crave it.

Whether it was the effect of the alcohol I don’t know, but I summoned up the courage to ask him to fuck me and he was as surprised as I was. John said the best way would be for me to sit on his cock facing him. After he returned with some lubricant, I did as I was told and began to impale myself. Although very horny, I was nervous, as I didn’t know if I could accommodate the large head of his cock but John took his time and was very careful not to hurt me. Eventually, I was fully penetrated and it felt better than expected. It was such a wonderful sensation and felt his cock was all the way up to my stomach. In fact, it was so good that I knew that I’d now want to be fucked regularly.

Slowly, I started bobbing up and down the shaft of his cock, lingering as his knob started to just come out of my bottom before sliding all the way down. Without much warning, John let out a guttural sigh and he filled my rectum with cum. I found out then that I wasn’t the only heavy cummer in the family. The excitement was too much and I started to squirt long ropes of cum all over his stomach.

We stayed locked together for some minutes, enjoying the wonderful feelings. For the first time in my life, I was fully sated.

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It had been three months since Rachel had dumped me. I was the only one to blame. For the past year, I had been neglecting her. I didn’t want to go on dates anymore. I didn’t give her much attention. And I spent way too much time online… late at night. What did I do? I watched gay porn, read gay stories and chatted with gay men! Yes, I was starting to figure out that I liked men more than women. I still found girls attractive. But I felt like I needed to be with men. But not any men: Strong, Dominant, Rough Men.

One day, even though I was always being careful clearing my browsing history, Rachel found out about my deep secrets. She called me a homo and left me on the spot. It only took about one hour for me to be on the street, with 2 suitcases, the clothes on my back, and, luckily, my iPhone charger!

So here I was, 90 days later, single, living alone in a small flat close to my workplace. Work was about the only thing that was stable in my life. As a marketing consultant, I worked with a large creative team. Even on those days when I arrived at work not feeling too well, my colleagues quickly put a smile on my face. I was also lucky to travel a lot for work. Little did I know that the next trip would change my life forever.

My conference was in a big and luxurious L.A hotel complex. About 2,000 professionals were in attendance. I was fortunate to have a room in that same hotel. I found that this always made things easier. I could go relax in my room between workshops, and had the luxury to leave the room a few minutes before the beginning of the conference.

I arrived at the hotel late in the evening, so I grabbed a quick bite, had a nightcap, and went straight to bed. I woke up at 5AM. That was my routine. I always got up early to train. I was now 40 years old, but in the best shape I had ever been. For the past five years, I had been training hard: marathons, a few Ironmen, muscle building sessions, healthy eating, etc. I was proud of my improvements.

I changed clothes and headed directly to the gym.

Surprisingly, the gym was busy! I hopped on the first available spinning bike, started my Garmin and my music, and started pedaling. I was in the zone. I was really pushing myself. After about 20 minutes of intense intervals, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped my music and slowed down.

“Hey man. So sorry buddy, but I think you dropped your room card.” The guy standing beside my bike was… well… he was a fucking hunk! About 6 feet tall, blond, blue eyes, fit. I was in very good shape, but my thing was mostly cardio. This guy was ataşehir escort cut!

“Oh wow, thanks man, I appreciate it”, I said, giggling.

He smiled at me, and hopped on the bike beside me.

“I’m Matt.” He shook my hand.

“I’m Bradley. Nice to meet you Matt. Are you here for the conference?”

“Yeah. This is my favorite marketing conference. Love visiting L.A. “, he said. “What about you, what’s your story?”

“Well… I’m from Boston. I’ve been at this conference five times already. I’m actually hosting a workshop about small businesses and social media today.”

“That’s awesome buddy. I’ll make sure to add that one to my list.”

We chatted like this for about 20 minutes. My pace was obviously more relaxed, but that was ok. I had made a friend, and he was cute! I went back to my room, took a nice long shower, jerked off thinking about my new friend, got ready and headed down to the conference. I was a little bit nervous. The workshop I was hosting was set for 3:30 PM. But I first had to attend the opening conference.

The conference was interesting, and lunch was even better. But I had butterflies. I was always a little bit nervous before hosting a workshop. At 3 PM, I went in the Churchill Room, where the small business workshop would take place. There were about 100 seats in the room. Of course, I was hoping to fill the room. Most people base their workshop choices on the speaker’s bio. There’s always some kind of friendly competition between speakers; we all want to attract the most people. So I was very proud to see a full room! About 30 people were standing at the back of the room, unable to find a seat.

So I started. I broke the ice with a few good jokes. People were into it. I was in full control. Everything was going well. About 60 minutes in, I asked the attendees if they had questions. I saw a few hands up, but one in particular caught my attention. It was Matt. I blushed a little, and pointed in his direction.

“First, I want to say that this was an amazing workshop, Mr. Garcia.” I smiled. He was so fucking hot. “How can small businesses reach their full marketing potential with limited marketing budgets?”

I smiled at him and answered his question. I was surprised that I was able to focus on my response. I was hypnotized by his beauty. I then answered a few more questions, and that was the end of the workshop. It was a huge success. I was proud. But I had one thing in mind: Matt.

As I exited the room, I saw him. Was he waiting for me?

“Hey Bradley. That was avcılar escort an awesome workshop, the best I’ve seen in years!”

“Oh wow, thanks so much Matt. You’re so nice. I’m always a little bit nervous. But I think it went pretty well.”

“It did! You rocked it! Would you like to get a drink at the bar? I don’t really feel like going to the 4PM conference.” I smiled, nodded, and we went to the bar. We chatted for about two hours. We talked mostly about work and sports. But then, after a few drinks and both of us feeling tipsy, Matt surprised me.

“I like you, Brad. I like you a lot. Do you have a boyfriend?”

I blushed. I was bright red.

“Well… huh… no… I’m single.”

“Oh, nice!” He was smiling. I knew at that time that he wanted me. But I didn’t know how to react. I had never been in this kind of situation. Matt then ordered shooters. It was about 6 PM. After the 3rd shooter, Matt moved and sat next to me. He whispered in my ear.

“I want you baby. I want you bad.” And he put his room card in my jean pocket. He got up and left.

I was nervous. But I was rock hard. I knew I had to go. It was now or never. So I decided to go to room 814. In front of the door, I hesitated, with the key in my hand. As I was about to turn around and go to my room, the door opened.

“Come in Brad.” So in I went. He had poured two glasses of Glenlivet. He was sitting on the bed. I took the chair beside the bed

“You’re so cute, Brad. For some reason, I feel like you might not have too much experience with guys. Am I right?”

“Hum well yes. I mean, no. I have no experience at all.”

Matt got up, and came close to the chair. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge.

“You will please a man for the first time tonight baby. I’m going to make you my own little faggot. And there’s no turning back, baby. Once you have a cock in you, you will never go back to pussy. Never.” I had a huge hard-on. I knew how important this moment was for me, for my future. This was the moment I had been waiting for so long.

Matt unzipped his pants, and took out a beautiful cock. About 8 inches long. He placed my hand on it.

“Get on your knees bitch.” I dropped to my knees. He slapped his cock on my cheeks, and then placed it close to my lips. I kissed it. It smelled good. I wanted to taste it. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. So I opened my mouth. And he pushed it in. Inch by inch. It didn’t take long for me to gag.

“Hmmm yes gag on my cock, bitch. You’re such a good slut. Taking my cock on the first alanya escort date! I’m going to fuck that mouth so hard baby!” And he did. He started fucking my mouth as if it was a pussy. I was gagging, but I still managed to suck him good. And then I felt his body tense up. I knew he would cum. I was about to take my first load. I was about to become a real bitch.

“Fucking whore. Take my load you little bitch. I’m making you my faggot!” And he came! He shot most of his load in my mouth, and I swallowed most of it. He shot the last few drops on my face. It felt so good. I felt so fucking slutty. I wanted more.

“Hmmm sweetie. You’re such a good bitch! You know what’s next sweetie. I’m gonna take your virgin pussy.” I was so horny. I wanted to please him so bad. He ordered me to take all my clothes off, and led me to the bed. He laid me down on my back, and brought me to the edge of the bed.

“I’m gonna breed you, little bitch.” He lifted my legs, giving him full access to my virgin ass. “This will make you mine, baby. You will remember this cock for the rest of your life. I want to mark you baby.” He suddenly bent down, and burried his face between my ass cheeks. I felt his tongue on my asshole. He pushed it in. It felt so fucking good.

“Are you ready for your first cock sweetie?” I nodded. He put his hands on my hips, and I felt him penetrate me. He was being careful and soft at first, but it didn’t take long for him to be rougher with me.

“You’re my fucking whore, bitch! Say it!”

“I’m your whore. I’m your bitch. Please fuck me”, I surprised myself saying. And that’s when he started pounding me hard. I mean HARD. He was fucking me like an animal. It hurt. But I was moaning. I can’t explain why I loved it so much. I could tell how good I was making him feel, and that aroused me so fucking bad. I felt slutty. I was where I was meant to be! Matt was actually helping me recognize what I truly was: a faggot slut.

“Hmmm you fucking whore. I’m gonna fill that pussy! You’re such a good fucking whore. Are you ready for my load baby? I’m gonna fill you and breed you baby.” I knew it was coming. He was going to fill my tight hole with his precious seed. I was moaning like a true bitch.

“Take my load, bitch!” He was out of breath, but so was I. He was filling my virgin pussy and I loved it. I continued moaning. When he was done, he layed down besides me and started stroking my cock. It took about 30 seconds for me to shoot a huge load on my belly, and on his fingers. He took most of it to my lips.

“A good slut doesn’t waste a drop of cum, baby.” So I ate my own cum. He kissed me deeply, his tongue deep in my mouth.

“You’re an amazing lover, baby. I’m serious. I think this will be the best conference ever!” He hugged me. We kissed and I fell asleep in his arms, smiling. I was finally becoming what I had been wanting for so long.

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This is a true story, let me know if it arouses you!

I was working late in the office, but I wasn’t the last one to switch off my PC and go home. Scott, the new boy, tall dark and skinny, was still sat at his computer. I was puzzled what he was still doing there: having only started last week, he couldn’t have had a backlog of work yet.

Scott had given me lingering looks before, as if he was checking me out. I stood next to him at the urinals on his second day, and I was sure I caught him looking down at my dick. That seemed a little unfair, so as he looked up again, I caught a glimpse of his. He certainly wasn’t modestly hiding it. He had undone all his trouser buttons, pulled down his underpants, and sat his ball-sack on top of the elastic. Below a cloud of dark brown pubic fur was slung his circumcised dick – long and slim and smooth like the rest of him.

Now, don’t get me wrong, normally I’m as straight as the next man: my cock has been up its fair share of pussies, and the idea of fucking a man’s arse was not something that seems at all attractive. But at the urinals that day, after that fleeting glance at this strangers semi-flaccid dick, I could feel mine swelling a little.

Tonight as I tapped away the last few figures into a spreadsheet, I could feel Scott’s eyes lingering at me over his monitor again.

It was raining outside, and I had to cycle home. As cycling to work was my only exercise, I was determined to do it in all weathers, even tonight. I shut down my computer at about 8pm, when darkness had fully fallen. I moved over to where the coathooks were holding my change of clothes on the wall.

“You off?” Scott raised his voice.
“Yep, just gonna change into my waterproof gear – hope you don’t mind – it’s pissing it down out there.”
“Want a lift?”
“No thanks, I’ve got my bike.”

I removed my shoes, my necktie, my suit jacket, and my trousers and folded them into a pile. I took waterproof trousers, jacket and sports shoes from my back pack, bursa eskortlar and replaced them with my suit. I don’t know why, perhaps to tease Scott, but I decided to remove my white shirt at well. Normally I’d wear it under my anorak, but for some reason I decided to bear my chest. I stood there in just my white jockey shorts for a while, the tight material clearly showing the contours of my genitals. After parading about for a minute, I pulled on my waterproof trousers and jacket, ties my shoes, and shouted “Bye” across the office.

At traffic lights I held up my arm to signal left, and waited for them to change from red. A wide puddle lined the corner kerb. As the lights went green, I turned, slowly peddling through the puddle. From the right came an estate car, apparently inconsiderate, fast through the puddle, spraying me with gallons of water, and making me loose my balance. I landed on my side, half off my bike, my two hands holding me up on the kerb.

“Fucking dick!” I shouted at the car.

Its brake lights came on, and it indicated it was parking at the kerb. The driver’s door opened, and out stepped Scott. He ran over, apologising and panicking. My front wheel was bent and buckled. I was shaking.

“Now I’ll have to offer you a lift,” he said.

Back at his flat, I left my bike in the boot of his car, and dripped my way up the two flights of stairs to his front door. He put on soft lighting and the kettle, and took me to his bathroom. He started to run a hot bath, indicating it was for me. He pulled out a large soft towel from the airing cupboard, handed it to me, and left the bathroom with a very guilty look on his face.

Looking down, I could see that my hands and fingers were grazed from their scrape on the kerb, and I realised I wasn’t even going to be able to turn the bath taps off, let alone pull down the zipper on my waterproof jacket. I called for Scott.

He put his head around the door, sheepishly. I just showed him my hands.

“Shit. bursa bayan escort They need cleaning up. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Let me help you.”

Scott unzipped my anorak to reveal my wet torso, muddy down the left side and goosepimpled with cold. As he slipped it over my shoulders, he let his hands run over my tense nipples, and flashed a look at my eyes to see my reaction. He gently took the jacket over my hands and then led me over to the basin.

I faced the mirror over the basin, and saw Scott press against my back and put his chin on my shoulder. He turned on the taps, filled the sink, and lowered my hand into the water, gently easing out the grit and cleaning off the mud and blood.

Gently, I said, “Thanks” – the first words uttered for a good couple of minutes.
He whispered, “That’s okay” softly into my ear.
I’m sure I could feel his dick swelling against my backside.

After pulling out the plug from the basin, it was obvious I was going to need more help. “Er… this is a bit embarrassing,” I said, nodding toward the bath and showing him my sore hands.

The bubbles were now reaching the brim, and Scott bent over and turned off the taps. He stepped back over to me, and pulled down my waterproof trousers. There I was standing in just my white jockey shorts again, Scott still fully suited. He pulled the trousers over my feet and looking directly at my crotch, said, “This seems a little unfair, let me even things out a bit.”

As I stood there looking direct into his eyes, he threw his jacket in the corner, pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, ripped off both socks, and stood there in just his trousers.

“Keeping your trousers on?” I asked, trying not to sound too disappointed.
“I’ve gone commando today,” he said.
“So?”

He undid the top two buttons and let his trousers drop to the floor. Up sprung a semi-hard circumcised dick – long and slim and smooth like the rest of him. He stepped over to me, dropped to his knees, and pulled down my jockey shorts with such thrust that when my semi –hard dick sprung up, it hit him on the chin.

He stood up fully, only an inch apart from me, and our two dicks crossed. He brushed the wet fringe from my eyes (now wet as much with sweat as with rain) and we looked at each other nervously for a second, before both launching confidently into a kiss. He had his hand on my arse, (because of my grazed palms, I had my wrist on his) and we pulled ourselves together closer. Our dicks were now as stiff as cycle pumps.

We sidestepped into the bath, still kissing, and lowered ourselves to our knees. After a minute Scott pulled away and my eyes were shut. From under the bubbles found a soapy sponge. He washed my upper body and then with one hand on my shoulder, he began to wash my dick with the sponge.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and now and then Scott would lean forward and gently bite my lip.
Short sharp bursts of breath indicated that I was gonna come quickly – I was really turned on – and so Scott increased the speed of his soap tugging. When I came, I spurted all over his dick, my mouth gaping wide and tears on my cheek with ecstasy.

As Scott leant back sitting on his heels, he pushed my head down to suck my come off his dick. With my hands behind my back, my head pumped up and down on his long shaft, occasionally guided his hand. Occasionally he gripped his own tight balls. I ran my tongue around his firm head and lick the pre-cum from the eye of his dick. Suddenly Scott would jerk like he was gonna come, and I got ready to suck down his dick juice. But I knew he was gonna come when he whimpered and moaned, resting his hands on my head and kneeling up fully. “Ohhhh!” he exclaimed, as jets of warm come hit the back of my mouth, and I gulped it down.

As I pulled away, a little drop of come rested on the corner of my mouth, and Scott kissed it off. We embraced and fell back in the bath in the same direction. In the hot water we rested a while, grinning inanely and waiting for out dicks to come back to life. To tell the truth, I was wondering how I was going to towel myself off with my sore hands.

Perhaps I’ll end the story one day…

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