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Game of Love Ch. 12

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Game of Love, feel the passion….

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Eric moaned softly, stirring in the bed. He was feeling a little excited that morning and he had no idea the smile that was on his face even before he opened those eyes. He’d been having a perfect dream, really wonderful.

When he however opened his eyes slowly, yawning, it was to find Sergio staring at him with a smile, a smile that totally melted Eric’s heart with love. The way his lips lifted upward when Eric stared at him. The way his one dimple crinkled and the warm glow his smile gave Eric was just from out of this world.

Eric dropped his eyes softly, blushing. God, his smile shined like the stars in the sky, with no bright city lights to dim them. It was like the sun opened its eager light to shine about him, only brightening his perfectly aligned teeth.

“What?” Eric asked as he tucked his hair at the back of his ear. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Sergio chuckled softly. “Because I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Whatever happened yesterday still feels like a dream.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“I don’t know but it’s been hours.” He sighed happily, resting his hand on Eric’s waist through the blankets. He got him closer until their bodies were now close enough. Their skins on each other felt like heaven. “I was afraid to sleep because I might have woken up to realize that it was a dream and I was with someone else.”

Eric was blushing brightly, biting his lip. “Well, you’re gonna have to get used to this because I am never going anywhere. I’ll always be here with you every morning and I will sleep in your arms every night.”

The corners of Sergio’s mouth lift up into a smile. “And I’ll always be grateful each morning for waking up beside an angel.”

He caressed Eric’s cheek as he closed the space in between them. Their lips connected in a fiery and passionate morning kiss that made Sergio feel like he’d just climbed the top of the tallest mountain. His lips were firm on Eric’s, but the kiss remained soft, gentle and slow. They held it like that for a few seconds before they pulled away, staring into each other’s eyes.

“And I must say you were amazing last night, my dear beautiful husband.” Sergio said in a low voice, rubbing Eric’s sweet lips. “I had always dreamt of that moment for the last five years but when it happened, it was much more than the dream. And you were moaning like an…”

“Sergio?” Eric groaned, covering his eyes.

“Hey!” He shook his head, removing Eric’s hands from his face. “You don’t have to feel shy, my gorgeous sexy husband. I am your husband now and you can act as crazy as you want.”

He leaned in slowly and when their lips met again, something like magic ignited and their kiss deepened. Their eyes were starting to shut as Sergio slowly started getting on top of Eric. But suddenly, there was a knock on the table. They both ignored it and just decided to continue kissing but there was another and another and another.

“Hey!” Eric said in between moans. “Someone’s at the door.”

“Let them wait!” Sergio groaned as he sucked on Eric’s lips like a lollipop. “I am having my time with my baby. We’re newly married and we need to enjoy ourselves.”

Eric wrapped his arms around Sergio’s neck, bringing him even closer as they kissed. But whoever was at the door wasn’t gonna let them. They continued knocking.

“Hey, go!” Eric moaned as he broke the kiss. “It could be important.”

“Uh…” Sergio groaned, gripping his hair. “It’s probably just the maids.”

“Go and check.” Eric chuckled. “The longer you take, the longer it will be for you to get back here.”

Sergio laughed, scratching his head. He got off the bed and he was totally naked. He grabbed a towel which was by the bedside and wrapped it firmly around his waist. He wasn’t gonna wear a trouser. After all, he was gonna be back in bed. He threw air kisses to Eric as he rushed to the door with a smile on his face.

However, when he opened the door, it was to find a really beautiful smile waiting for him. She was dressed beautifully in a black top with a white skinny jean and black slippers on her feet. Her hair was tied in a sexy ponytail.

“Adrianna? Really?” He groaned, hitting his head. “What the hell are you doing here this early morning?”

Adrianna first checked out her brother. The fact that he was only wearing a towel that morning meant the two had already consummated their marriage which she was happy about and şişli escort couldn’t even mask her happiness. Her smile sold her off.

“Hey! Are you just gonna be standing there without saying anything?” Sergio asked, giving a shrug. “I am busy.”

“Really?” She laughed, pushing the door wide open.

“What the hell are you doing?”

But Adrianna was already heading inside, shaking her head. To say Sergio was shocked would be an understatement. He closed the door behind him and followed her. She was heading towards the bed where Eric was busy playing with his hair. He didn’t even notice her.

“Good morning, my sweet brother in law!” Adrianna chirped.

Eric quickly raised his head and when he saw her there, he couldn’t help but smile. He waved his hand without saying anything because he was so damn surprised.

“Adrianna, get the hell out of here!” Sergio said harshly with a chuckle. “This is no longer my room that you came walk in any time. I am a married man.”

“Chill!” She raised her hands like she was surrendering. “I just came to see my beautiful brother in law. I thought I was dreaming last night but it’s actually true.” She sat on the bed and continued smiling. “I never got the chance to thank you so much for granting my wish. I was actually right, you know. He is happy now and I know he’ll remain happy as long as you’re with him.”

“Oh!” Eric chuckled nervously. “I had no idea but thanks for your words, Adrianna. They really did make an impact.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” Adrianna touched her chest, moaning like a kid. “And you’ve made my handsome brother here happy.”

“Yeah, Adrianna, we get you but can you please leave!” Sergio said, pointing towards the door. “You’re disturbing us. Right now, it’s my moment with my husband so can you please leave? I’ll see you later and Eric is now a part of this family. You’ll have your time with him.”

“You’re such a kill joy!” Adrianna said with a sigh, raising her hands like she was surrendering. “But I am just so excited right now. There’s just a lot of questions that I have for Eric, questions that I need answers to.”

“They’ll be answered.” He took her arm and started leading her towards the door. “Just go and watch a movie or something.”

“I know but…” She paused and stood at the door. “…you need to talk to mom. I haven’t seen her this morning and she’s probably very angry. You know how much she loves you and she’ll love to see you.”

Sergio nodded softly without saying a word. He’d totally forgotten the drama that had happened the previous night and now that he’d thought about it, he was a little nervous. He closed the door and started heading to the bed just to find Eric getting up with a towel around his waist.

“Hey, hey!” He rushed to him and blocked him. “Running away from your husband, are we?”

Eric chuckled and coiled his arms around Sergio’s neck, bringing him closer. “Well, I believe my dear husband has some important work that he has to do this morning.”

“Important work?” Sergio frowned, slightly looking up in a thought. He chuckled softly, wrapped his arms tightly around Eric and brought his body even closer. “Doesn’t ring a bell, baby. I don’t have any important work to do this morning and I can stay in bed the entire…”

Eric blocked Sergio’s lips with his hand. “You’re forgetting so soon, my love. You have to go and talk to mother. I can’t even begin to imagine what she must be thinking or going through right now. She loves you so much and she’s probably really hurt. You need to go and talk to her.”

“But…”

“We’ve got plenty of time to be together. I am yours and I ain’t going anywhere.”

Sergio felt like a really lucky man. “Thank you so much for understanding, baby. But we should probably shower because… I probably leak of sex.”

Eric laughed at his husband’s words. “Why don’t you go ahead? I don’t have a change of clothes so…”

“And miss the chance of being with you in the shower?” He quickly wrapped his arms around Eric’s legs, lifting him up bridal style. “Not a chance.”

“What are you doing?” Eric laughed at the top of his voice. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

Sergio took Eric into the bathroom while gracing him with wonderful kisses all over his face.

***

Kimberly was standing in front of a huge mirror, staring at her reflection like she expected it to say something. A lot was going on in her head, her heart and even her body. She hadn’t slept the entire night, just kept on twisting and turning. The urge to cry had come and gone a whole lot of times and god knows how many times she’d shed tears.

Anger had never left her ever since the night Sergio ruined her mood by bringing Eric to her house. Her resentment towards him had grown inside her like a tumor and she was gonna explode, maybe even kill him if she ever saw his face closer to her again. Her fists were clenched and her body was shaking in anger. It was like there was a tremor going on through her.

Suddenly, tuzla escort she heard a knock on her door and she made a quick glance there but didn’t utter a word. The person knocked again before she heard the door opening.

“Mom!”

Fury surged through her when she heard that voice, a voice that totally made her angry. She became breathless with anger as her jaws began shaking uncontrollably. She heard footsteps nearing and each step she heard felt like she was close to snapping.

“Mom, can I talk to you?” Sergio’s voice was really low. He could see that his mother was super angry.

“Mom, please!” He rushed to her and wrapped his arms around her.

But what Kim did really surprised him. She furiously turned and gave him a very dirty slap that sounded like a plate breaking on the floor. Sergio grasped his cheek, staring at his mother without even a smile. It had hurt but he probably deserved it.

“Don’t you dare call me that?” She warned, pointing angrily at him. “How dare you, Sergio? How dare you even show up in my room after all the insults you rained on me yesterday.”

“Mom, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.” He said softly. “I tried my best to follow your orders even though you knew that I didn’t want any of this. I never intended to hurt you. I am truly sorry, mommy.”

“You never intended to hurt me?” Kim chuckled bitterly. “How dare you even say that to me when you had hurt me intentionally? You married a boy that I warned you against, someone that doesn’t even care or love you.”

“That’s a lie, mommy!” Sergio shook his head. “You’re saying this because you don’t know anything. No one, absolutely no one has ever loved me like Eric. Ever since I met him, my life has changed. I am the man I am today because of Eric and his love for me. Your son is happy, mommy and…”

“You’re happy?” Kim chuckled as a tear rolled down her cheeks. “You’re happy after hurting the boy that truly loved you? You’re happy after humiliating and hurting your mother in front of the entire world? I never expected this from you, Sergio. You know very well that I don’t like that boy and yet you brought him to this house. He insulted me in front of my friends and only God knows what everyone is saying about me out there.”

“Eric isn’t to be blamed and I will apologize to whoever you want me to apologize to.” Sergio said, putting his hands together. “But please, try to understand me and my feelings, my happiness. Eric is the boy that makes me happy. Your son is happy right now, mommy. Can’t you be happy for me?”

He tried to touch her but she retaliated. “Never!” She seethed. “I’ll never be happy for you as long as that boy is in this house. If you want me to be happy then go and marry the boy that is good for you. The boy that I had chosen for you and the boy that makes me happy.”

Sergio chuckled, shaking his head. He found it funny that his mother had just said that to him.

“You know that is impossible. I have married Eric now and I am his husband. He’s the one that makes me happy.”

“Then there’s nothing for us to talk about.” She crossed her arms angrily. “Now get the hell out of my room.”

“Mommy…”

“Don’t call me that!” Kim snapped, raising her finger at him. “You don’t know the meaning of that word. And if I was your mother then you wouldn’t have betrayed me like this. You lost your right to call me mother the very moment you married that boy.”

“I know you’re angry, mom. But try to put yourself in my shoes. You’ve also been in love before, mommy and…”

“Silence!” Kim snapped, stomping her foot angrily on the floor. “Don’t you dare lecture me about love? You have embarrassed me in front of everyone. I gave you everything you wanted and I let you do anything you wanted to do. All I had asked of you was just one thing and you threw it on my face.”

Sergio was feeling terrible. His mother’s eyes were red from anger and there were tears in them.

“I was always by your side whenever you needed me. I never left your side even when you were totally broken. I was there when you needed me.” She chuckled bitterly, shaking her head. “But you never valued me. You never valued my love for you, my concerns and my emotions.” She yelled, making Sergio to shake his head.

“Mom, I wanted…”

“But it’s your life and you can live it the way you want. But listen to me…” She warned, sounding like an evil robot. “…as long as that boy stays here, this house will not be too big for the both of us. I’ll so deal with him that he’ll beg you for a divorce.”

“Mommy…”

“Get the hell out and never come back!”

“Mom!”

Kim gripped Sergio’s hand and started dragging him towards the door. She opened the door, threw him out and banged it like she was going insane. She was so mad that seeing Sergio made her feel like she was swimming in a pool of anger. Her fists were clenched and she swore Eric was gonna pay.

***

Giada was pacing about the room, moving from pendik escort side to side like she’d lost something so precious. The makeup was gone from her face. Her hair was really messy and her skin was a little pale.

‘Eric and I are married now.’

Those words seemed to take a toll on Giada and she simply stopped as the weight of everything seemed to press down on her shoulder and she struggled to even take a single step forward. It was too much, all of it. The anger and evil in her grew darker; the pain grew sharper; all of it seemed to only grow in strength and she began wondering if things were gonna get any better for her ever.

Her heart raced so much and each beat brought her nothing but immense pain. She was still dressed in what she had been wearing the previous day because she hadn’t slept at all. It was as if her soul was been trampled on by feet in heavy boots.

Five years, five years’ plans had simply gone to waste. She knew she was gonna be destroyed because Eric had crippled her heart by getting married to Sergio. Everything had been planned. All that had been remaining was for the marriage for her to get into power and have a chance at destroying her enemy, Eric, forever! But now, now every plan had been ruined. Her walls had collapsed and she was exposed now.

Trevor on the other hand sat by the window side, staring outside, hoping for a ray of hope to shine on him. The sun felt very cold that morning. His eyes were swollen, blood red and he had bags under his eyes. He was still wearing his wedding suit, still reliving all those painful memories. He was aware of his heart and the way it pounded in his chest should have scared him but he definitely didn’t care.

‘Eric and I are married. I gave in to my feelings, mom.’

Trevor felt dead inside. His tongue felt dry. His throat felt as if someone thrust a handful of itching powder inside. His eyes were scruffy. He’d been seated at that same spot for hours and his face had never dried.

The images of Eric and how he’d walked into the house were haunting him. His head pulsed terribly and he felt like he was in a pool of ice. That heartbreak felt cold. He felt like there was concrete drying in his chest. That wasn’t how he’d expected his day to be. He was supposed to be in Sergio’s arms, enjoying his wealth and smiling a lot. He wasn’t supposed to be crying.

The door to the room flung open and Brice came walking in slowly. He was wearing a blue pajama and he was holding a tray of bread, some pineapple juice and some fruits. When he saw the state his son was in, he slowly walked to him and sat closer to him, patting on his shoulder. He’d never seen him so broken before.

“Trevor, baby, you can’t continue being like this.” He said softly. “You’re gonna get sick. I know what happened yesterday was terrible and you didn’t deserve that. But please, you need to eat something before you get sick.”

Trevor didn’t even move his head to look at his father.

Brice sighed, taking his hands. He started rubbing on them, kissing on them too.

“My love, daddy is right here with you.” Brice assured. “I don’t like seeing you like this. Try and eat something for daddy. Everything is gonna be just fine. I promise that I’ll do all I can to just make you happy.”

He rubbed his tears and smiled softly. “Please, eat something.”

He took some bread, spread butter and was about to feed it to his son when out of the blue, his hand was hit, making him drop the bread to the floor. He quickly raised his head in surprise only to stare in angry eyes that seemed like they wanted to eat him alive. It was Giada and she was breathing harshly.

“Oh please, stop with your drama, Brice!” She snarled, pointing angrily at him. “Stop showing concern for my son when all of us very well know that you’re probably happy because of what had happened. You’re partly to be blamed for all this.”

“Are you for real, Giada?” Brice couldn’t mask the shock in his voice. “What the hell are you talking about? Do you think I would be happy with what happened to my son yesterday? What kind of father do you think I am?”

“Oh, so now you’re a father?” She chuckled bitterly. “Since when have you been concerned about me or my son? It’s always been that Eric. You’re the reason why my son is in this state today. You’re the reason why his wedding got called off yesterday and I bet you must be dying to just congratulate that bastard son for ruining Trevor’s wedding.”

“Enough!” Brice furiously rose, raising his finger at Giada. “I think I’ve had enough of your nonsense, Giada. Don’t push me to the wall because I will do something that both of us will regret, do you understand? All you’re concerned about is yourself and you don’t even care if your son is okay or not. You’re such a selfish woman and sometimes I wonder how I survived with you all these years.”

Words flew from his mouth that he never thought he’d think, let alone say out loud. He knew instantly from the look in Giada’s eyes that he’d said something that had hurt her, that had awakened something deep in Giada. She was staring at him like she wanted to cry or rather slap him.

“How dare you, Brice?” Giada roared, clenching her fists. “How dare you say those things to me? Whom do you think you are, huh? You call me selfish and I don’t care about my son? Okay!” She laughed in pain as more tears decorated her face.

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CW: physical violence, bullying, SPH, spit, coerced sex, forced drinking & weed use. This one gets a little rough in the middle. Let me know if there should be a part II. Enjoy.

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There was no love lost between me and Roger Duffman. In college we had loathed each other, running in the same circles but rubbing each other the wrong way. We belonged to rival frats, and while I was a co-captain of our soccer team, he had been a star of the rugby union and played club hockey. Unfortunately he remained a fixture on the periphery of my post-collegiate group of friends, several of whom played in a recreational rugby league with him. More recently, about a year ago, he had begun dating my ex-girlfriend Kara. This was immediately after we broke up, and it was pretty obvious he had been hitting it when I was still with her, too. They were through now, though, from what I heard.

Frankly I couldn’t grasp what Kara ever saw in him. Maybe after going out with a good looking guy like me, the slut needed a caveman to make her feel pretty. “Duff” was very much a neanderthal – big furrowed brow and perpetual scowl on his face, a barrel chest, a big beer belly but muscled arms and a thick coating of body hair that made little distinction between chest, shoulders, and back. Even in college his hairline had been aggressively receding and now he was bald, with just a closely buzzed pate of dark hair. Kara must have been reeling from me and needed to fuck some big ugly guy to nurse her ego.

At 26 I was still in a love-’em-and-leave-’em mindset that being a good-looking guy permitted me. I know it sounds arrogant but I’m hot, a handsome face and great body. I was hot enough that I can get pretty much any girl I want. But the idea that she might have been cheating on me with that baboon still made me feel sick.

So I was not excited when I saw him swagger into my gym, winking at me in the mirror as he pressed an amount of weight over his head an order of magnitude heavier than I could ever lift. I was even less pleased when he followed me into the gym’s gang showers. Sidled right up next to me even though there were plenty of available shower heads.

“Hey Dougie, long time no see. How’s it hanging?” He turned his big naked body toward me as he looked me in the eye. I looked down and saw that his wide, hairy feet were planted about two feet away from me. Duff was flagrantly violating multiple provisions of Guy Code.

“Sup.” I said dismissively, turning from him. He leaned over, looking down at my groin, and whistled.

“Not hanging much at all, by the looks of it. Just sort of… poking out.” He said, his eyes locked on my junk as he gestured with his pinky finger illustratively. His brazen innuendo was shocking, and I felt a warm rush of humiliation wash over me. Another Guy Code violation, talking about another guy’s junk. Yet it was true. After exercise, my dick always shrinks up, retracts. I just had a little peanut at the moment, a little pecker. Compared to the big thing he had hanging, which I had caught glances of out of the corner of my eye, I was outmanned. I felt my face and chest bloom red in embarrassment.

“Fuck off, faggot.” I spit out, not able to look at him. He chuckled at me.

“Bro get my back for me.” He asked, presenting his broad, hairy back and equally furry ass to me, laughing with his back to me. I ignored him but stole a glance at his body. He had a tattoo that wrapped around his right love handle and stretched along the side to his stomach, one of those big blocks of writing, then some tribal crap on his left shoulder and bicep, as well as third of a snake that coiled around his thigh.

“Oh, come on, just because I fucked your girl doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” He turned to me again, a fiendish smile on his face.

“Well I was done with the slut. I feel sorry for her, going from me to an ugly fuck like you. How’d my dick taste?” I shot off, summoning all the false bravado I could muster. He chortled, and took a step towards me.

“Dougie, look between my legs then look between yours. Kara made a BIG step up.” He shook his hog at me, a cocky shit-eating grin on his face.

I gasped a bit, both at the size of the endowment and his boldness in showing it off to me. Duff was well hung, no doubt about it- I don’t think I’d ever seen one that big. Completely flaccid it hung mid-thigh, and it slapped noisily against his wet skin as he played with it shamelessly.

I felt paralyzed. On the team, guys had talked about sex and dicks in the showers and locker room. There had even been some teasing of the littler ones like mine, but never so openly had a man bragged about his cock size while belittling mine. And Duff wasn’t my teammate, far from it. He was my enemy.

“You know what kastamonu escort else, little man? Kara told me how much you liked taking her strap on right up your ass.” He gestured lewdly with two big fingers, pointing them upwards while twisting his wrist.

My stomach dropped and my face went red with . I can’t believe she had told an asshole like Roger Duffman details about our experiments in the bedroom.

“Oh yeah. She said you’d moan like a bitch and your little dick would leak just like a pussy.” He laughed. I just grumbled to myself.

“I don’t judge man. Nothing wrong with being a homo.” He spoke with mock sincerity. Then he slapped my shoulder to get my attention, making me look at him.

“You try the real thing yet, Dougie?” He was wagging his hardening cock at me. I looked at the over-sized cudgel of red flesh slapping around his belly and thighs, for far too long I gaped at it before finally finding my words.

“Go fuck yourself.” I spat out.

“Fuck myself? No, see I think you’d rather I bend you over and fuck you right up that little ass of yours. Kara said you told her you always wanted to try it.” He winked and shook his hard-on at me again. It was huge! Again I felt the gnawing urge to stare at it openly, to admire it.

I forced myself to turn away, focusing on finishing my shower as quickly as possible.

“Come on Dougie, I know you’re curious. You’d have to be curious to take a big fucking dildo up your asshole. I know you want to try the real thing. And look at it, Dougie. Look how big I am. This is as real as it gets.” I stole one last peak at hig big hard hog that he openly pumped and wanked it in his thick hairy hand. Duffman’s cruel laughter filled the shower room, rich with triumph that I couldn’t help but steal another glimpse at his manhood.

“You’re one sick faggot.” I grumbled, then slammed my fist against the faucet to turn off the shower, turning my back from him and exiting in a hurry.

–

I tried to put the encounter out of my head, but later that afternoon I got a text from an unknown number. It was a photo message.

The photo was taken in a bathroom mirror speckled with flecks of toothpaste and grime. It showed a rhino wide torso, soft belly coated in dark hair, leading down to a big hairy unkempt bush, and a truly huge hard, red cock. I recognized the tattooed paragraph of text on his right flank, half of some famous quote. At the bottom of the photo two stocky thighs spread, and a pair of big balls, held tightly in a furry crimson sack that was pulled up against the bottom of the massive boner. A green and black tattoo of a snake coiled around the bottom of the sender’s right thigh. But the cock was of course the focal point of the photo, standing up rigidly at an angle, grazing well past the man’s belly button.

The cock. It looked beer can thick, the tightly stretched scarlet skin wreathed in swirling purple and blue veins. It was crowned by a big head. Bellend. That’s what Brits called the glans. It looked like a bell, big, wide, and heavy.

I blushed. My face was warm and my vision blurred. It felt so strange to receive a dick pic. I felt violated. Sickened almost. It felt like an insult to my own manhood, to have this appearing on my phone without any warning. Is this how chicks feel when guys send them unsolicited dick pics? I could see that the sender was typing a message.

“You seemed to like what you saw in the showers. Figured I’d give you something to drool over.”

I began to compose a response in my head, restarting several times, when I got a second message.

“Jerk off material while you ride your dildos lol” Followed by three eggplant emojis.

“I know you like it buttboy.” Another text teased.

Another photo inserted itself into the message thread. This one was taken at an angle, held up by his chubby finger. It showed off how thick and long his rod was. It looked even more impressive in this shot, like he was holding up a thick dagger from his groin, or a police baton.

“For comparison.” The third photo was from top down, so I could see Duff’s hairy feet. He needed to clip his toe nails. In his hand he held a bottle, pressed just below his fuzzy belly. But his rampant hard was much longer than the Heineken, and almost as thick as the bottle’s wide body . My heart was pounding in my chest. Duff was massive. Another message was being drafted.

“It’s big right?” His text insisted.

I decided not to respond to him, not engage. Why would he send these to me?

“Certainly bigger than this little thing.” Another text followed by a laughing emoji.

My stomach dropped. It was a photo of me from at least a year ago. I was sitting on Kara’s bed, my head thrown back drinking a beer, my eyes slightly red from a long night of partying but fully recognizable. I was completely naked. From between my legs my hard penis emerged, topped by a trimmed, light-colored bush. It was kayseri escort a bad angle and I was in a bad position for a dick pic, with my legs closer to the frame and my hips sunk back. My hand holding the bottle which clearly dwarfed my boner.

My cock looked small, no two ways about it. Small and thin too, but unmistakably hard. A little pink and red pencil.

It was the worst possible representation of my manhood. Kara must have shared it with Duff. That bitch. I thought to myself.

“Don’t worry I think it’s cute. No wonder you’re such a pussy with a little pecker like that.” Another emoji, laughing to the point of tears.

“And no wonder you’re so curious about my big man cock.” This time he had the “thinking” emoji.

“See you soon, Dougie.” He signed off with a kissy face.

–

That night I went out to my usual bar. I had just ordered another beer when I received a text that the friends I was meeting were gathering instead at a place a few blocks away. I decided to down this last one then head out.

As the bartender handed me my pint, a large, solid body sidled up next to me, pushing me back into the bar. It splashed on my wrist. My unseen aggressor slapped me on the back like we were friends, jostling me and causing me to spill more of my beer.

“Hey Dougie, on the prowl for some cock?” A deep voice asked in too loud a voice. The heavily tattooed bartender raised his eyes at me and I just meekly asked him to settle up my tab. He nodded with a smirk.

“Go annoy someone else.” I said, avoiding eye contact as I felt Duff beside me, his strong breath in my ear.

“Yeah, I bet you’d get on your knees and suck me off in the alley if I let you.” He mused, his voice rich with amusement.

“Hey speaking of cocks, how’s your little toy doing?” Duff turned his body towards me, eying my crotch and elbowing at my side.

I ignored him, waiting for the bartender to close out my card. He leaned his body over the bar, forcing me to see him, to give him my attention.

“What’s it like, having such a little dick?” He asked with genuine curiosity. The bartender looked up from the machine and openly laughed this time, shaking his head.

“Must fucking suck. It’s fucking small, bro. Kara showed me other pictures. Videos too. I’ve seen it all bro.” The ox patted my shoulder in mock consolation.

He leaned in close, lips brushing my ear, whispering wetly.

“It’s like a little boy’s, bro. Like a little boy’s penis. You don’t even look like a fully grown man, bro.” I shoved him away from me but he fell back into me instantly, bumping his crotch into me. I could feel it, the sizable contents of his jeans and underwear pressing against my hip, his bounty pushing into me. I couldn’t get the big man away from me without making a scene. His breath reeked of booze as he continued his half-hushed tirade into my face.

“Of course she couldn’t feel a thing, whenever you put your little pecker inside her. She told me. Always had to fake it. Sucks for you, bro.” His lips smacked against my ear lobe as he taunted me.

“Hey, seriously, was she your first? Your first lay? She said you fucked like a virgin. Like real inexperienced, unconfident. She said it felt like being with a teenager. Like you didn’t know what you were doing at all.” He asked, a tone of mock concern in his voice, then humping his hips forward jerkily to imitate me, belittling my sexual prowess.

Once I closed my tab I stomped off, but Duff quickly found me, corralling me into a dark corner of the room. His big body closed me up against the wall and he stuck a glass in my hand.

“Here. I owe you a shot at least.” I hesitated.

“Come on, just because you’ve got a baby idck doesn’t mean you gotta be a pussy, drink.” He insisted. I looked him straight in the eye and downed the shot.

“Thanks. Now leave me alone.” I tried to push past him but his body was immovable. He drank his own shot and then clasped his hands against my sides, locking me in.

“Come on, Dougie. I just want to be friends.” His voice had a teasing sweetness. His hands remained in place, holding me. This all felt so strange. I hadn’t ever been treated like this, by anyone. The big man was mocking me, clearly, but also it felt like he was flirting with me. Bullying while coming on to me. It made me feel kind of sick, and angry too.

“Wil you just fuck off, you psycho?” I struggled to escape his grasp.

“How about I tell everyone that you were Kara’s bend-over boyfriend? Or better yet, show ’em?” My tough expression dropped from my face as I looked at him dumb-founded.

He put his big heavy arm over my shoulder, pulling me against him, and played a video off his phone. It was of me. Like the photo I was on Kara’s bed. But now I was on my back, legs spread wide open. My naked body shook with each thrust, half hard penis jiggling as a bright purple phallus penetrated me. I was covered in sweat and kıbrıs escort my face was twisted up with stimulation, lips quivering, eyes wrenched shut. From behind the camera you could hear Kara asking me if it was good. And the sound of my gratified moans of delight made my face go even redder in embarrassment.

“Looks like you sure liked Kara’s plastic prick. But I know your little pussy’s hungry for the real thing.” He smirked at me and shook his crotch suggestively. His right hand, still clasping my shoulder, had been rubbing it, massaging it. This big crazy brute really was trying to seduce me.

“My place is right around the corner. We’ll have some drinks, smoke a little pot. Get you nice and loose and then I’ll have you on your back with your legs spread in no time. I’ll go slow, be gentle. I’ll make it real nice, baby.” He cooed into my ear. His big warm body was pressed up against mine, his left hand rubbing my stomach over my shirt. Roger Duffman was feeling me up.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, homo.” I spat out angrily, shaking him off of me. He just laughed, and I continued, raising my voice.

“Get it through your head. You’re a fat, ugly loser. Kara’s probably the hottest chick you’ve ever been with, and she just used you as a rebound after I dumped her. I don’t know why you’re obsessed with me but you need help. No one cares if you have a big dick. Any chick would be embarrassed to be seen with you. You’re a sad, fat, ugly loser.” At the end of my rant I realized my heart was beating so hard in my chest I could feel it. He stared at me coldly for a moment, and then that dangerous smile returned to his face.

“Fair enough. Then be a fucking man and fight me.” He challenged me in an unnervingly cheery tone. I looked at him in confusion, then past his shoulders, seeing if I could make my escape. I really didn’t want to be close to this guy anymore.

“See Dougie, I know people. And I know that you, my friend, either need a dicking down or a beatdown. It’s your choice, boy. But either way I’m the MAN who’s gonna do it to you.” He smiled at me as he jabbed his finger into my chest, pushing me back against the wall.

“You’re out of your mind.” I looked around the bar nervously. Earlier I had been relieved that my friends hadn’t made it to the bar, hadn’t overheard Duff ragging me about my dick size. But I could have used them now. They were bigger than me, as big as Duff. He stepped closer, scowling at me, and as I felt the brick wall against my back I suddenly felt much smaller than I was used to feeling.

“It’s simple. We fight. No holds barred. First one to cry uncle or get knocked out admits he’s bitch. If you beat me, I promise I’ll leave you alone. I’ll delete the video and pics.” He crossed his thick, hairy arms over his barrel chest, smirking at me, his legs planted wide in a power pose.

“Puss out and everyone sees Dougie the Back Door Boyfriend. And I mean everyone. Friends, alumnus. Your old coaches. Social media. I’ll send this shit to your Daddy, bro. I don’t give a fuck.” He threatened with a wicked half-smile on his face, and I felt a rush of adrenaline. Fight or flight.

I looked at him. He was bigger than me overall, but he was fat, out of shape. I took in the extra weight around his sides, his belly. He had let himself go since college, that was for sure. I had more muscle definition and could outlast him for sure, tire him out. One or two punches to his fat gut would bring him to his knees. I had taken down guys bigger than him before. I could teach him to try to fuck with me.

“Fine. But by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be even uglier, Duffman.” He chuckled at my bluster. I downed my beer, fourth of the night, and with liquid courage I stepped out of the bar. Duff led me into the alley beside it. Further down in the alley past were a couple of younger guys smoking. Duff widened his stance and crossed his arms, grinning at me smugly.

“Now I’m feeling generous. I’ll let you take the first shot, boy.” He punctuated the last word loudly. When I hesitated he chuckled, and I heard him snort loudly before he spat a wad of thick phlegm at my face. The bastard had hocked a loogie right into my eye. It was wet and warm, oozing down around my nose. I heard shocked laughter from the guys smoking a cigarette.

Partially blinded, I took a swing at him. My fist collided with the side of his rocky, pockmarked face. He was surprised, pushed back a bit, but I saw him smirk as he stomped towards me. I tried to dodge and land another punch but he caught my wrist in his big right hand, twisting it painfully. The bastard grabbed me by my hair, clutching the back of my head. His thick wad of snot still ran down my face, his slime reaching my neck and collar.

“That was a pretty respectable punch, for a limp-writsted faggot.” I heard the rush of air and felt his big, hard open palm smack down across my cheek. He slapped me so hard that I was seeing stars and stumbling a bit. He then shook his finger in my face like a father chiding his son.

“But here’s what’s going to happen, Dougie. I’m going to kick your fucking ass, and I’m not even going to punch you. No.” Another forceful smack across my face wrenched my neck and almost knocked me to the ground. More astonished laughter from the smokers. Duff seized the collar of my shirt to keep me upright.

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Okay due to some amazing fans i decided this isn’t the very last chapter. Just getting out what i wanted to for the first half of the last chapter was almost 20 pages so i figured i can break it up. So look forward to what will hopefully be the last chapter if i can get my mind to stop writing! Thanks for being so patient! BTW, there is sex 😀

I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Someone was knocking very softly on the door. I didn’t move to open it. This room was my form of a blessing and a curse, I thought absently. So much good happened here, blanketed by so much bad. It was really hard to balance it all out when I thought about it.

The knocking became slightly louder.

“What Luke?” I called out, not getting out of bed.

Luke opened the door very softly and poked his head inside. His eyes had to adjust to the dark room before he finally saw me.

“Can I come in Johnny?” I didn’t say yes… which to Luke meant I didn’t say no.

After a minute he walked in the room and shut the door behind him. He was smart enough to know not to turn on the light; I really didn’t need that. I didn’t need to see him. He stood by the door for two very long and awkward minutes before I finally shifted my eyes to him.

I sighed wearily, “You can move Luke, I’m not a deer. You don’t have to be afraid that you’ll scare me away. I’m way passed that stage.”

He didn’t respond to the barb which was surprising, he just stepped away from the door and walked over to the bed. I was in the center and when it was obvious that I wasn’t going to move he plopped down next to me. He laid back, his body a little over the edge and stared at the ceiling with me. After a few minutes I turned my head and looked at him. He was already looking at me.

“What do you want Luke?” I asked voice quiet.

He reached out a hand and ran his fingertips down my cheek.

“I want to say sorry Johnny. I was wrong. I was so very, very wrong. I should have never said what I said to you, never thought the things I did. I almost lost you and I knew it was my fault. I should have never let you go that night and I knew it at the time. Then when you got hurt, when you got caught… I wanted to ask you about it, I wanted to know what he did to you, but at the same time I didn’t. I wanted to comfort you but that would mean coming to terms with the fact that it was my fault you needed to be comforted. I couldn’t handle it. I freaked out and I took it would out on you.”

I tried to say something but he waved a hand to cut me off.

“I’m so sorry Johnny. I would choose you. I chose you then, after you walked out that door and made me realize exactly what I had said. I tried to find you the next day, thought you could sleep on it overnight and that way you could have time with your mom but you were already gone. I feel like I’ve been living in a black hole without you.”

That had to be the most Luke has ever said to me at one time, I swear. I didn’t really react, just stared at him for a long time. Eventually I heaved a big sigh.

“I can’t trust you Luke. I don’t believe a word you say. How do I know you’re not just being sweet and kind to get me back? That once you have me it won’t all go back to how it was? Do you really expect me to believe that you would choose me over the business? I don’t Luke. I don’t believe that.”

He sat up, drawing his legs up Indian style and looking down at me. For the first time I didn’t feel like he was trying to intimidate me.

“I don’t expect you to believe me John. I really don’t. Hell, half the time I don’t believe me. When I think of you leaving though, when I think of not seeing your face again, not feeling your skin or hearing your voice say you love me. Of not seeing that cocky little smile of yours when you know you got your way, I can’t even breathe. I can’t see a future without you in it Johnny. I just can’t. I would give up anything to keep you with me.”

My heart swelled with every word he said even though my mind kept trying to tell it not to be stupid, not to trust him. I think though that my heart had gone temporarily deaf. I wanted to touch him, to smile at him, to say I loved him. I just couldn’t. Not yet.

“Assuming all that is true, what comes next Luke? I fall into your arms, forgive you for everything and we live happily ever after in your big house with your big convicts and your very big business right under our feet every night? I didn’t want to be a mobster when I grew up Luke. That definitely wasn’t on my wish list when I was in kindergarten. I wanted to grow up, fall in love and be happy. I never wanted to find my damsel in distress – I wanted my knight in shining armor to find me. Even though there was a denial phase that was what I dreamed of when I was little. It is still what I want today. I can’t live this life anymore. I just can’t.”

Luke leaned down, pressing his forehead very softly against mine.

“Neither can I Johnny,” He whispered, so softly that I almost missed it. maltepe escort

My eyebrows rose in surprise and I pushed him back enough to look into his eyes.

“What does that mean Luke?”

His eyes were so intense I almost wanted to look away but I didn’t. I forced myself to hold that startlingly beautiful gaze.

“Leslie is taking over Johnny. It will be a few weeks, maybe a month or two for me to get him trained the way I want him, and I’ll always be over him, checking in on everything of course, but I won’t be involved. I want to get a normal job… well, as normal as I can stand. I can’t give up the entire business, it’s all I’ve ever known, but one day I plan on just handing it all over to Leslie. He loves this business, he loves being in charge, he loves every bit of it. Also now that he has an apparently steady boyfriend, between the two of them I think they can manage not to run it into the ground.”

I laughed like he intended, “I’m sure they can.”

He took a deep breath, “I already bought another place Johnny. I bought it as soon as I heard you were back in town. You know me… king of wishful thinking and all that.”

I smiled, “No, cocky beyond all imagination and used to getting his way is how I would describe it.”

Luke shrugged, “You say tomato and all. I want you to see it Johnny. I bought it with you in mind and I really think you will like it. I’m not saying we run off into the sunset together or anything like that. I’m saying to let me try. Let me take you out tomorrow night like I wanted. We can go from there. Please?”

I sat up, rising to my knees in front of him so we were eye level. I smiled a little smile and hugged him, just wrapped my arms around him tight, waiting for him to make the next move.

I think he was honestly stunned because he didn’t move for a whole minute before his big arms wrapped around me squeezing me hard enough to hurt. He reached one arm down and grabbed my legs, wrapping them around him so that I was sitting on his lap. We stayed like that, holding each other tight for lord knows how long.

Eventually reality came back and Leslie knocked on the door. I pulled away instantly, scooting back so Luke could get up. He sighed in annoyance and got up, opening the door wide.

“What?” Leslie asked innocently as he came face to face with Luke’s glare.

He walked past him and plopped down on the bed next to me. He smiled like a Cheshire cat and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes Leslie?” Luke all but growled and Leslie and I both laughed.

“I just wanted to let you know the guys and I really appreciate the movie night Johnny. It’s been pretty stressful since you left and I think we all needed some non-violent fun.”

I smiled, “Wrong choice of movies if we didn’t want violent. I mean sheesh and to believe I had Bridget Jones’s Diary in my hand.”

Luke and Leslie both winced at that and I laughed. Tough guys and chick movies, I swear.

“Well you’re welcome, it’s all good. Glad you guys enjoyed it.”

Leslie’s face got serious then, and I frowned. He sat up straighter, making sure his eyes were on mine.

“We’re sorry Johnny.” He said softly. I frowned harder.

“We’re sorry we let you get caught. Since you’ve come back we’ve all realized how much we truly took for granted what you did. Luke is hell when you’re not here and you make this job a lot more tolerable. I speak for all of us when I tell you that we are so sorry about what happened to you.”

I was genuinely surprised. None of the guys had talked to me about what happened. Not when it actually had happened or since I had gotten back. I had always assumed it was because Luke had told them not to. It meant a lot.

“It wasn’t your fault Leslie, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. He caught us by surprise and there wasn’t really anything any of us could do about it. I’m sorry I left but I had a lot going on in my head that just wasn’t going to get dealt with here. Thank you a lot for telling me though. Thank the guys too.”

Leslie smiled, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. He nodded to Luke before he left the room, shutting the door behind him. Luke looked back at me and smiled as my eyes got watery. I brushed the little tears away telling myself to be a man and smiled back.

“That was… nice,” I said and Luke laughed, coming over to wrap an arm around my shoulders and hug me tight.

“I’m really glad your back Johnny boy.”

He said softly and I didn’t respond, the emotions going through my brain were simply way too overwhelming. I just hugged him back and held on.

I didn’t know if I could forgive Luke, I really didn’t. He was different, that much was obvious, but I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or just being perfect for the time being. I was scared beyond belief but at that moment all I wanted to do was hug him so that’s what I did.

That night Luke slept downstairs, having to pull together 3 couches manavgat escort to fit his big ass.

I laughed watching him try to get comfortable but he flat-out refused when I offered to switch. I told him he was a prideful buffoon and left him to it.

The next day passed by pretty quick, probably because I didn’t want it to. I was scared to death about going out with Luke.

I didn’t know where he wanted to go or what he wanted to do and more importantly I really didn’t know how to act. Was this our first date all over again or just two friends going out after being apart for a long time? Or was it very long distance couple going out to rekindle their romance? I was so confused that I didn’t even know what to wear.

I was going through my clothes, old and new, that were in Luke’s closet trying to decide when he came in the door. He was dressed casual, black snug jeans and a long sleeve blue button up shirt that looked silk. Okay not really casual but at least he wasn’t wearing slacks because then I would’ve been worried.

I spared him but a glance as I went back to rummaging through the closet.

Luke laughed, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. I froze, not sure what to do. He let go before I could think about it and moved around me.

“I got this Johnny.” He said with an easy smile.

He reached in the closet and pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans and a black muscle shirt that was one size too big for me. Seems pointless I know.

He smiled and held them out, “There ya go.”

He sounded way too chipper and I narrowed my eyes.

“You gonna tell me what we’re doing now?”

He smiled wider, “Nope. Hurry up and change, don’t want to be late.”

Late for what, I wanted to ask but I knew he wouldn’t tell me. When Luke was in a romantic mood, as rarely as that happened, you didn’t get in his way and he never gave hints. Luke around Christmas time was a bitch.

I was dressed within ten minutes and Luke was waiting for me outside by the BMW. He held out the keys just like he did so many years ago and just like then I was shocked.

“Dude seriously!? Kick ass!” I jumped in the driver’s side before he could think to change his mind and started it up, looking at him in exasperation as he took his time getting in.

As soon as his door shut I was gone done the driveway, barely hearing him as he told me which way to go. I was a little surprised when we drove into crowded downtown. I honestly didn’t expect him to want to be in a heavily populated place.

Luke hated crowds. He had me park at the movie theater and I smiled. The Rocky Horror Picture show was playing tonight, with real actors and audience participation required. I smiled as he handed me a bottle of water and some toilet paper, holding on to a few pieces of toast and some rice for himself.

I leaned back in my seat and raised a brow, “You hate this movie.” I stated calmly.

Luke smiled, “No I don’t.” He said and I laughed.

“Oh really? So you like sweet transvestites from transsexual Transylvania?” He flinched like I knew he would and I laughed again.

“What are you doing Luke?”

He sighed, “You love this movie and I love you. It’s a sacrifice I willingly make. Now get out of the car and let’s go.”

He got out before I could respond, shutting the door as I opened my mouth. Well, I thought sarcastically, I guess that’s the end of that conversation.

The show was amazing, so much so that even Luke laughed some, surprising me when he participated in the Mr. Scott scene.

We left with our clothes wet and kicking soggy toilet paper with little bits of rice in it off our feet. I was laughing my ass off when Luke pushed me up against the theater.

He cupped my face in his hands and leaned his forehead against mine. He really liked to do that lately. Leaning down he pressed his lips very softly against mine and I sighed, loving the feel of him. I returned the kiss running my hands up his back and holding on to his shoulders. It was a perfect moment, until of course someone else had to ruin it.

“Yo fags, get a fucking room!” Some random person yelled and Luke was gone before I could stop him.

He grabbed the jock in the Letterman’s jacket by the hair throwing him to the ground by me. He walked over as the guy was picking himself up and kicked him in the stomach.

“Luke, stop it! I don’t care what he says; it’s not that big of a deal!” I tried yelling at him, but he was too angry.

Offending Luke, while still not a good idea, he can get over. Offending me is a totally different story. He went to kick the guy again and I jumped in front of him, making Luke almost fall backwards so that he didn’t kick me in the nuts by accident.

I looked down and offered the guy a hand up as Luke stormed back to the car. The guy looked genuinely surprised that I’d offer to help him and it took him a second şişli escort to, very cautiously, extend his hand. I pulled him to his feet, and he stumbled a bit before righting himself.

“You helped me. Why?” He asked, his voice thick with anger and what I thought was a hint of respect.

“I’m not like you, that’s why. I don’t discriminate and I don’t care who you are. You’re a person and you didn’t deserve what he was going to give you.”

The guy stared at me for a minute before offering me his hand again, this time in friendship, “Sorry for what I said man.”

I shook his hand, not trying to prove my dominance by squeezing hard and nodded, “Don’t worry about it. Just be careful who you offend, alright?”

The kid nodded and walked back to his girlfriend who was waiting by the road looking worried. He wrapped an arm around his girl, pulling her close and giving a wide berth to where Luke was.

I made my way over to the car where Luke was standing with his arms crossed, looking at the ground. I expected him to yell at me about protecting someone like that so I was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t.

“I’m sorry Johnny.” He said as soon as I got near him and I frowned.

“You’re sorry?” I asked, making sure I heard him right.

“I didn’t mean to get so angry. I just can’t stand it when people say shit like that to you but I didn’t need to get that mad, so I’m sorry. That was really… good of you to help him up. You’re an amazing person Johnny and I love that about you.”

I smiled, stepping forward and leaning my body against his.

“It’s okay Luke. You’re my big bad protector, it’s a good thing. Just not all the time.”

He looked up, a little fear on his face like he expected me to freak out like I used to. I didn’t though, I just pushed forward, making his arms open and laid my head on his shoulder.

“Hey!” Someone yelled and we both looked over at some guy, hanging out with his buddies at the bar across the parking lot.

I knew he was going to say something nasty, hell we were used to it and I put my hands on Luke’s arms to make sure he wouldn’t do anything. Just as the punk opened his mouth, Letterman’s fist came out of nowhere and closed it with a punch.

The guy dropped like a sack of potatoes, his friends not even trying to come to his aid. Letterman smiled at me and I smiled back, mouthing thank you and waving. Even Luke nodded in his direction before turning away. Our good night was officially great. Luke opened the passenger side door for me and I smiled; I figured he wouldn’t let me drive twice.

He took me to the Olive Garden down the street for dinner, another un- Luke thing for him to do as he hated fancy restaurants. We made it halfway through the meal before he started getting twitchy.

Luke hated crowds, he hated not being able to move around and he hated having to act nice and polite when he was really brooding and moody. I had to bite my lip not to smile as he started practically bouncing in his seat he was so eager to leave. As soon as I finished the last bite of my alfredo he stood up.

“You done?” He asked in a strained voice and I laughed.

I took my time getting up, finishing the very last of my drink as he rolled his eyes at me. He knew I loved to watch him squirm in public where he couldn’t do anything. It was a sick little flaw of mine.

As soon as we got outside Luke exhaled like he had been holding his breath for ten minutes. He really didn’t like places like that.

“Luke…” I said and he looked over at me, “Do you want to go to Mike’s?”

I swear it was like I just offered a starving man a steak the expression on his face was so relieved. It was almost comical.

“You have no freaking clue how much I would love to go to Mike’s Johnny boy.”

I nodded and headed to the car, not surprised when he beat me to it. Mike’s was a local bar down in the not so pleasant part of town where Luke loved to go. It was full of bikers and thugs and I think he felt right at home because he didn’t have to behave or be polite or even discreet, it was notorious for catering to the gay community.

Luke drove like a bat out of hell, turning into what looked like a dead end driveway and going to the underground parking lot of Mike’s. This neighborhood was not one you wanted to leave your car out in and you could always tell the tourists from the locals because we knew about the underground parking and they didn’t.

Our cars got valet parking and theirs got missing hubcaps. Luke tossed the keys at a young kid in biker boots and all but towed me inside.

As soon as we got into the bar Luke changed ,his body relaxed a small smile played on his lips and his hand in mine loosened. This was his element. He nodded at Mike, the owner and bar tender and sat down at one of the booths, putting me on the inside.

Luke changed when we came to Mike’s, he got…..well sexier. Here he got a little more aggressive….sexually. I like a little BDSM here and there and when we came to Mike’s….well it was more here than there. I knew this was a bad idea as soon as his body started crowding mine.

“Now Luke, just because-” I started and his hand locked onto the back of my neck, squeezing hard enough to make me groan.

“Shut up Johnny boy.” He whispered in my ear and I shivered.

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“You Tube? What the hell are you talking about?” Marshall asked.

“Boy, what have you been smoking?” Slim demanded to know, and everyone laughed. Everyone except Denver, who pulled out his phone, indignation shining in his eyes.

“I’ll show you what I’m talking about. Hold your horses for just a minute, willya?”

Marshall leaned in to Lee, lowering his voice for his ears alone. “I bet he’s going to pop up with some kind of birthday video or something, and then yell surprise.”

“You never know, that might just be it,” Lee agreed. Marshall caught a hint of something in Lee’s voice, though, something that wasn’t entirely amusement. Before he could ask what was wrong, he heard Denver’s cry of triumph.

“Found it!” He pushed his phone at Marshall. “There it is. Just press play. I turned up the sound already.”

Marshall took the phone, holding it between him and Lee, so they could both watch. He heard the scrape of chairs as the others rose and grouped behind them, everyone’s attention on the phone.

Marshall pressed play, prepared for anything. What he saw was the familiar crowded dance floor of Partners. People were moving back, out of the line of sight of the camera, to a respectful distance from a couple. The camera shifted, focusing on that couple.

Marshall realized with a start that it was indeed him and Lee. They were dancing together, and the crowd was watching appreciatively, shouting encouragements, kırklareli escort along with whistles and catcalls. Marshall remembered the dance, of course, and the way Lee had bent him over and kissed him long and hard. He even remembered people taking pictures of them. What he hadn’t expected was to end up in a video on You Tube.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Only after the clip ended did he notice the title given it by whoever had uploaded it: Two hot men and a great kiss at Partners. He felt his cheeks go warm, but he wasn’t exactly displeased about the video. Not like he was embarrassed about his love for Lee, or of having people see them together. Then he looked at the view count. Holy shit. “There’s almost a million views on this thing.” He looked up to find Denver grinning widely at him.

“Oh yeah, you’re quite the sensation. I think they call that going viral. You two are gonna be famous.”

Marshall snorted with laughter, until he caught a glimpse of Lee’s face. Lee wasn’t smiling, and he didn’t look very happy. Come to think of it, neither did Roy.

Marshall pushed the phone into Denver’s hand. “The answer is still no,” he responded to the unspoken question he could read in Denver’s eyes. “Still got plans. It’s our anniversary, you know.”

“I know,” Denver grumbled, pocketing the phone. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Everyone laughed, as they resumed their afyon escort seats. Marshall took advantage of the momentary confusion to whisper in Lee’s ear. “Is something wrong?”

Lee didn’t answer immediately, heightening Marshall’s unease. He pulled back enough to look at Lee’s face. “What is it?” he asked.

Lee’s brows drew together before he relaxed his expression and forced a smile. “Probably nothing,” he admitted.

“Afraid I’ll get famous on You Tube and take off for Hollywood?” Marshall joked.

Lee leaned forward and kissed him. “I think I know better than that.”

“I should hope so. You know I was just kidding, right?”

“I know that. Look, we can talk about it later, okay?”

“Okay. Good.” Marshall felt somewhat relieved. They’d talk about it, whatever it was, and Lee would make everything all right, like he always did.

“Hey you two, break it up!” Slim’s voice broke into their moment. Lee slid an arm about Marshall’s shoulders and grinned at their friend.

“What’s the matter, Slim? Tell us how you really feel!”

More laughter. Slim raised a glass of beer. “Kinda hard to make a toast if you’re not paying attention. To Lee and Marshall! Happy anniversary, and happy birthday to Marshall. May you always be happy and together.”

Glasses were lifted around the table, and everyone echoed the sentiment. A short time later, Lee rose, amasya escort reaching for Marshall’s hand. “Time for us to go,” he said in his no-nonsense way, “but we’ll get together again soon. Agreed?”

They made their good-nights and said their thank yous for a fine evening. Roy left with them, citing the need to work the next day. He accompanied them to their car, leaning against it as Lee unlocked it. A look passed between the two men that Marshall didn’t understand. His unease, which had subsided, began to return.

“Doesn’t have to mean anything,” Roy said.

“Yeah, I know that. But then again, it might.”

“I know.” Roy removed his hat and scratched the side of his head before replacing it. “I’ll get on it soon as I get home, Lee, ‘kay?”

“I appreciate that, Roy.” The two men shook hands before Lee opened the door and motioned Marshall inside. Marshall started to ask a question, but decided against it, and let Lee close the door without comment. Roy headed to his car and Lee slid behind the wheel.

They drove in silence for a few minutes, Lee staring out at the highway, once they left Tucker Falls. Marshall gazed out his side window, but there wasn’t a whole lot to see at this time of night. Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Want to tell me what’s going on? Something about that video’s got you spooked. What is it?”

Lee took a deep breath, then let it out. “Just don’t like having us out there on the Internet like that.”

Marshall was sure there was more to the story than that. “We advertise on the Internet, that’s how we get a lot of our business. What else is there?”

Lee hesitated. “I just don’t want our past catching up with us, that’s all.”

Suddenly Marshall understood, his stomach knotting. “Oh hell no,” he whispered.

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Brad was in a home improvements superstore looking to buy a new shower head when a voice at his side cut into his thoughts.

‘That’s a real good model you got there.’ the deep bass voice rumbled. ‘It works for me every time.’

Brad looked up into the deepest blue eyes he had seen a long, time. The guy had jet black hair and pale skin and a rugged lived-in look accentuated by his carefully cultivated unshaven look. If it wasn’t for the fact that Brad had seen him walking hand in hand with his wife, or girlfriend, a few minutes previously he would have though his dreamboat had arrived.

‘Yeah?’ was all Brad managed to say.

He wanted to kick himself. It sounded so lame and stupid.

‘Yeah. Gives me a boner every time.’ came the stranger’s reply.

Brad gulped. Surely he couldn’t have heard properly. It must have been his fantasy world taking over, distorting what the straight stud had said to him. But even as he stood there trying to decipher what had really been said and how to reply the stranger lowered his zipper and pulled out a fleshy uncut cock. Brad’s eyes were out on stalks; his breathing grew labored as he drank in the beauty of that thick pork sword. He couldn’t believe that someone would just take their cock out in public like that and anxiously glanced around to see if anyone could see them but the aisle was empty. As Brad stared the stranger peeled back his foreskin, revealing a rosy cockhead. None of this made any sense. Was he just being teased? Was it being offered to him? And what was he supposed do about it if it was? He could hardly give the guy a blowjob right there by the plumbing equipment, could he? And what about the man’s wife?

‘See anything you like?’ the dark haired stranger drawled.

‘What about your wife?’ Brad asked.

‘Oh she’s over looking at light fittings; she’ll be ages yet and I nut real quick when I’m getting blown by a guy.’

‘You want me to….what, right here?’ Brad’s voice grew ever raspier as his throat dried up and his heart pounded in his ribcage.

‘Yeah. It won’t take but a minute or two.’ came the reply. ‘There aint many folk about today and I’ll keep an eye out while you work.’

‘How did you know…?’ Brad asked.

‘Buddy, you stared a hole straight through my jeans.’ The stranger told him. ‘Anyone that can undress me like that has got to be wanting it as bad as I want it right now. So, are you done with the talking yet?’

Brad went into zombie mode. He dropped to his knees in front of the stranger and let that fat cock fall into his mouth. The cock was slightly raunchy and Brad savored the sexy tang that slithered over his taste buds as he cleaned the underside of the hot dude’s foreskin. His own cock was painfully crushed inside his jeans demanding attention that he could not provide. He could not believe that he was sucking off a dude right there in the aisle where anyone could walk by. But in that moment he knew that he was prepared to take his chances because that beautiful cock was now fully charged, stretching his lips and giving the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced. This would be the one memory that he took to the grave with him. He only wished that he could play with the stranger’s nuts and stroke his thighs.

‘Oooh yeah, that’s it.’ a voice floated down to him as if from afar.

A large pair of hands gently closed around his face and that thick hungry cock grew a little more insistent. Brad loved that sensitive cock crown every way he knew how and he could feel the precum leaking out of his own cock and soaking his underpants. Damn, this was tuzla escort so unfair! Why couldn’t he have this hot man properly, away from the danger of being caught and carted off by security? The stranger started grinding his hips, forcing his rigid cock deeper into Brad’s mouth. Brad could hear voices in the next aisle and started to feel really panicked and then suddenly there was an explosion of warm nut juice flooding his mouth. Brad swallowed every last drop as the stranger withdrew his cock and tucked it back in his jeans.

‘See, I told you I don’t take long when worked on by a pro.’ The stranger said.

And then, with a naughty wink he was gone. Brad felt absolutely dazed. He still wasn’t sure if the encounter had actually happened or if he had dreamt it up. But as he slid his tongue over his teeth they had that spunky after-feel. It was real enough. He decided that he would buy the showerhead after all as a way of rewarding the store for giving him such hot sex.

As he was leaving the store and walking to his vehicle one of the store’s security men came up to him. Shit! Shit! Shit! Brad tried to figure out is he could run to his vehicle and get away from this mess.

‘Excuse me, could I have a word?’ the security man asked. Brad was quaking with fear but even in that moment his eyes still roamed over the big guy’s body taking in the way that he filled out his pants.

‘That was some blowjob you gave back there’ the guy said. ‘I was wondering…do you think…well, maybe you could help me out?’

Brad couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He relaxed and took another good look at the handsome fucker, who he judged to be in his mid thirties. Brad loved the long, dark hair on the security man’s strong, swarthy arms and his full, sexy red lips. He had the beginnings of a tight beer gut and Brad almost asked him to turn around because he just knew that there would one hot big bear butt back there.

‘You saw?’ he asked.

‘Every little detail.’ the man said. ‘Fortunately I was alone in the control room at the time. Usually there are two of us in there and if my colleague hadn’t been taking a dump I would have had to bust your ass.’

‘It’s not the kind of thing I would ordinarily do,’ Brad told him ‘but this guy he came up to me and…well, I just couldn’t resist.’

‘I don’t pop as quickly as he does so maybe we could go back to my place, have some beer and pizza and you can work your magic on me.’ the stranger suggested.

‘You’re not married, are you?’ Brad asked.

‘Used to be until I discovered that I liked getting sex off men more.’ came the reply.

When Brad went round to the stranger’s house an hour later he wondered if the man had lied to him about not being married because there sure as hell looked like there was a feminine touch about the place. There was even a photograph of the man and a pretty woman on the wall.

‘Are you sure you’re not married?’ Brad asked.

‘Okay. So I lied. She’s at work. Our shifts clash and we don’t often get to have much fun that way anymore. So be a good bud and help me out, huh?’

‘The thing is, I so horned right now.’ Brad told him. ‘I want to be with you properly.’

‘Me too.’ came the reply.

And then the big guy took Brad in his arms and kissed him and Brad just melted into surrender. The older man’s aftershave competed with the muskier scent of a hairy hunk at the end of his shift and in the grip of lust. Brad’s hands dived down his back and onto that meaty butt trussed up tight in his close fitting pants. pendik escort He grabbed huge handfuls of butt flesh and ground his hard cock up against the stranger’s throbbing tool. On and on that hot tongue dueled with his as the older man’s large hands fondled his little bubble butt. If he had any doubt that he would be allowed full access to this sexy man they soon faded away.

It was Brad who broke of the kiss to start undressing his hot husky hunk. His hands trembled as he undid the sexy bear’s buttons to reveal a jungle of dark fur all over his chest and down over his belly. His nipples were extraordinarily large and a deep, deep red color. Brad went into a feeding frenzy as he chomped down on those juicy little love toys while one hand went back to have another feel of that firm butt that would soon be his. His lust was off the scale and his cock grew ever more insistent; this time it was determined to be in on the action. Reluctantly Brad came off of those sexy man tits and quickly stripped out of all his clothes.

‘Wow.’ his hairy bear said when he caught sight of Brad’s big, curved cock.

The burly hunk took Brad’s cock in his left hand while his right hand cupped a handful of Brad’s peachy ass.

‘I’m not sure which I want more.’ the stranger said in a voice that was distorted with lust.

‘Why choose when you can have both?’ Brad asked.

Why indeed. The big bear went down on his knees and Brad watched as his cock disappeared into that hungry mouth. He was surprised at how skilled the guy was and reassured by the way the man’s fingers kept dipping into his crack and ruffling his fuck truffle. The thought of being penetrated by this potent alpha male almost made Brad dizzy. As much as he loved being blown by this stud he couldn’t wait for the real thing. He pulled the older man to his feet, pushed his arms up above his head and started licking his armpits.

‘Oooh man! Nobody ever did that to me before!’ the guy groaned.

Brad now turned his attention once more to the big, red nipples that jutted out of a tangle of dense fur. The hungry stud moaned and groaned as Brad’s experienced tongue and lips worshipped those sensitive nubs before kissing down his belly and dipping into his belly button.

Suddenly Brad was overcome by the desire to have this man’s cock inside him. He just about yanked the burly bear’s pants down to his ankles. Now Brad pressed his face up against the man’s underpants and inhaled the scent of his big bull balls through the almost threadbare cotton. Off to the left lay the outline of one incredibly thick, deliciously hard cock. Now he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lowered those overstrained underpants. An absolute beauty of a cock sprang free and bobbed in front of his face. It was a reddish-brown color and grew out of a huge bush of jet black pubes that contrasted with the creamy pale skin of the parts of him that had never seen the sun. Those massive man eggs sat close to his body and were silky smooth as Brad caressed and then licked them.

To Brad’s surprise the big man turned around and pressed his pale, fat butt into his face. Brad soon found the treasure buried deep in that fleshy valley and the sounds that filled the room let Brad know that he was doing something right. The musk of the little man pit swirled through Brad’s nostrils and into his brain. Nothing in the world mattered except that he lick and tongue probe that hungry little slut-hole. The big guy reached back and held his fleshy cheeks apart, freeing up Brad’s hands to stroke maltepe escort his big, furry thighs and tease those big, overloaded spunk bags. The security man bellowed like a wounded beast as his senses went into over load.

‘Ooh fuck my big ass!’ he growled.

Brad quickly fished his bottle of lube out of his pocket that he had retrieved from the glove compartment when he parked outside the big bear’s house. Now he gently rubbed a gloop of stuff over that red pucker that already glistened with his spit. It was just the most inviting sight in the world. But sadly the big assed dude changed his mind as Brad’s finger invaded his virgin hole.

‘Shit! That’s hurts more than I thought it would.’ he complained.

Brad was too far gone to waste any time trying to get the tight ass to open up for him. He quickly lubed his own asshole and then got down on his knees and took his lover’s wilted cock in his hand. Even soft it had an incredibly impressive girth to it.

‘Sorry.’ The big guy apologized.

‘Ssssh.’ was Brad’s only reply before his mouth closed over that juicy member.

That beautiful cock was soon rampant once more and Brad lost no time in impaling himself on it. That first feel of hard, hungry cock sliding into his even hungrier butthole sent a shiver of delight through Brad’s whole body. He was filled to perfection and as he bent over the back of the sofa he surrendered his ass to the older man to use as he pleased.

‘Oh Roger! You have hit the jackpot!’ the big man called out.

‘I think Brad has too.’ Brad called out.

They both laughed as they realized that they bad both lied about their real names. And then they had more serious work to do. Roger took hold of Brad’s slender hips and started fucking him real slowly while enjoying the sight of his cock sliding into that peachy little ass. Brad’s soft sighs were really turning him on; he knew that he was doing a good job and he just wanted to pleasure the both of them as best he could. That slow rhythmic stroking was really getting to Brad’s cock and it soon was straining and leaking precum as it desperately tried to get its owner’s attention. When Brad got done pinching his tiny nipples his right hand dropped down to his big, curved dick. He just about shot his bolt as he smeared his precum over his overheated cock head.

The minutes ticked by. Roger pulled his cock all the way out of Brad’s ass and then slowly slipped back in. The groan that trembled on the air was so fucking horny that Roger almost lost it then. He pulled out again and felt the fresh joy of that sexy slide into a lubed up chute. The warmth of younger man’s innards enveloped his probing cock, welcoming it back in from the cold. And then he felt it; it was if a satin clad hand inside Brad’s ass had reached out and gripped his cock. He thought he must be imagining it but then it came again, and again, and again. He cried out in joy, surprise and delight as he realized that he was being manipulated by an expert.

Brad was really milking the older man’s cock now, clamping down on it something fierce as his own hand flew over his swollen dick. He was close, so very close and he didn’t want to wait for Roger. He could feel his balls grow restless and the pinprick behind his eyelids that told him he was at the point of no return. Suddenly Roger pulled all the way out of his ass and slammed back into him and let loose of volley of curses that were matched only by the geyser of spunk that he sent shooting up into Brad’s ass. Brad saw stars as his cock exploded in his bands spraying his jizz all over Roger’s sofa.

Roger stayed hard for ages afterwards and gently fucked Brad’s spunked up ass until at last his big cock softened and slipped out of Brad’s ass with a loud plop that made them both laugh. The moment was over; Brad quickly dressed while Roger asked if he knew how to clean up the evidence of their naughty encounter that soiled his sofa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I decided that if I was going to add Haiti to my list of countries visited, disembarking for a day’s frolic in the fenced and well-guarded Disneyesque pleasure enclave of Labadee was the way to go. I was trying to push my collection over the hundred-country list, and, thanks to Henry Goslan the Third’s money and patronage, I was well on my way.

Henry was pushing seventy, but he still wanted a companion to help him get around, to take care of all of the little chores he couldn’t be bothered with, and to keep him warm at night. He was an elegant old man—quite a looker when he was younger, I was sure—and was generous and not too demanding. But there were times when I craved younger flesh. In the city that wasn’t a problem. Henry was somewhat sympathetic to my needs and didn’t shorten my leash—too much. But we’d been on the seas for a week now, and I was getting a little antsy.

I suggested several times how nice it would be to get out in Labadee and enjoy the day in the full-amenities resort enclave there—but even the descriptions of how easy they made wheel-chair conveyance there didn’t move Henry.

“I think a light lunch, a massage and perhaps a little fuck, and then you can certainly explore Labadee if you wish—for an hour or two. I can take a little nap.”

An hour, two hours at the most, I thought. Just that long on my own. But I was grateful for that much time.

I picked up the phone and ordered Henry’s lunch, and then half fed it to him, as he had little appetite but needed to keep his strength up. Then, after room service had cleared the lunch trays away I undressed Henry and laid him down gently in the middle of the bed we shared. I opened the cabinet and paused, wondering what he’d like me to be today. The cowboy costume won the day, because it was about the easiest to put on and I wouldn’t have to make many adjustments along the way. Just low-rider jeans, a red bandana, and a cowboy hat. No boots. They would be too clunky in the bed.

Henry sighed as I gently rubbed his back and arms and legs with the special oil he liked. As I stood beside the bed, he reached over and slowly unbuttoned the fly of my jeans and pulled my cock out and leaned over and ran his tongue over it before closing his lips over the head and helping me be ready for him.

I climbed over him and straddled his hips, being careful not to put too much weight on him, and moved my dick up and down between his butt cheeks and across his rim while I gently ran my fingers through the oil on his back and shoulder blades and lubed up my dick and his ass well with the special oil.

When I gauged his sighing was at the pitch where he wanted it, I slowly worked my cock into his hole and fucked him in slow, shallow rhythm. When I felt him tense, I took a long stroke deep into him, pulled back slightly and then drove in all the way one, two, three times, and he gave a little snuffly cry and jerked, dribbling his cum on the sheet under him. And then he promptly went to sleep.

I stood and cleaned my dick, still hard and not satisfied, stuffed it back in my jeans, without bothering to take them off to put briefs on, grabbed a tight T-shirt and my sea pass, slipped on a pair of loafers without socks, stuffed my wallet in my jeans’ back pocket, and was out the cabin door and headed down the stairs for the gangway as quickly as I could. I wanted as much alone göztepe escort time as I could manage.

I was sitting in the Dragon bar looking out to the El Tortue island, where they’d filmed part of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, when the young Turk who was one of the ones who cleaned our suite on the ship stopped and asked me if he could join me.

I said OK, even though I suspected where this was heading, and I knew it couldn’t go anywhere.

“I’m on furlough today—well for a few hours,” Selchek said. He turned those dark, dreamy eyes he had on me and the big, all-teeth smile. “You been to Labadee before?”

“No, you?”

“Yes. And although it looks like every square inch is taken with recreational stuff and all landscaped and neat, I know of a trail or two that leads to small, private beaches—turned away from the tourist beaches. No one to see. No one to know what is happening.”

He had the fingers of one hand playing in the hair on one of my forearms and the other on my knee under the table. His eyes told me everything he was offering. He cleaned our suite on the ship. He changed our sheets. He knew Henry and I were sleeping together—and it was pretty obvious what happened when we did.

“It’s tempting, Selchek, but just not possible.”

What I had with Henry was too good a thing. He didn’t mind me going off in New York for an hour or two now and then. But he made quite clear he didn’t want to know specifically what I was doing—and most certainly who I was doing it with. It was just too volatile for me to get anything on with someone from the ship.

The Turk looked glum and was about to say something else.

“It’s not you, Selchek. It’s the man I’m with. I can’t. That’s just the way it is. Besides there are rules about anything going on between crew and passengers. We could both get kicked off the ship.”

“Ah, that is regrettable,” was all he said, and he stood and slowly walked away.

But he left me with a hard on.

I walked the beach until I had my body under control and then I walked over to the artisan’s village, which was a string—a long string—of open-air shanty stalls, opening out onto a walking deck—all made to look primitive and haphazard, but of course it wasn’t. There was little variety in the goods being offered. One shop was more or less like the next. Textiles or wood carving. Painted metal art and art on canvas that would look original and colorful when you got it back to the States, but here looking like there was maybe a dozen designs, painted over and over and over again.

And vendors all around, pulling at the tourists off the ship, wheedling them to look at their wares. “Just a look, sir, madam, no obligation. Special price just for you.”

I did want to buy something, to help get some money in the economy of a superpoor country that recently had been hit by a devastating earthquake. But it all looked just too touristy.

It all became a jumble, everything looking the same—until my eyes were arrested for some reason by carvings in a stall that looked different from the others. The vendor there caught my hesitation—as no doubt they all quickly learned to do—and was up from his hammock and out onto the deck in a flash. He was a tasty little morsel. Short but slim and great muscle tone in his arms. He çorlu escort was wearing the pink shirt and tan trousers that they all wore in this overly planned false paradise. But his shirt was open down to one button at his waist. His chest muscles bulged despite his size and gleamed nearly black as the sunlight filtering through the exotic trees struck him. I sort of wondered if he’d oiled himself up and was offering more than wooden souvenirs.

He tapered down into a tiny waist, but I could tell by the way that his thighs worried the legs of the tan trousers that he probably was a soccer player. He wore a gold necklace with some sort of religious pendant resting at his clavicle, nestled between the swells of his pectorals.

A handsome face. Dark brown, the almost European features of the Caribbean mulatto and dark, flashing eyes.

“Special carvings. Just for you sir. You not find anything like them anywhere else here.”

I almost believed him. What had arrested my attention was that the carvings were slightly erotic. It was subtle. I probably only caught on to the suggestive themes because I had an eye for erotic art. Henry collected it—he had masses of it in his New York penthouse.

This wasn’t quite what Henry collected—what I could see was hetero, although there were enlarged penis images discernible in the curves of the carvings—in ebony and mahogany mostly, although some stone carvings too.

I had been trailing my eyes along the shelves, and the vendor had followed the focus of my gaze, all the time pointing this and that out and yammering on in repeated phrases of “This very nice. None like it anywhere here. You like? You buy? I wrap it for you.”

He caught the dulling in my eyes as I didn’t see anything that would be appropriate for Henry’s collection. I wanted to please Henry, and I knew he’d like a nice piece of erotic art—if it was appropriate to his collection.

“I have more. More not right to show here. Come, come, sir, through curtain here. I have more behind.”

I followed him into another shanty room immediately behind the first. There indeed were more wood carvings here—and more erotic. But still male on female (or female kneeling before male). A cacophony of fucking and huge penises. Nice and erotic. But not quite right.

“Yes, very nice,” I said. “But not for me, thanks.” I turned and started to pull the curtain aside to leave, but the young man grinned wide at me and winked.

“I understand. More. The same but different. You look, you see. I have more you will like. Beyond curtain there. You take look. you like. Good prices. Best in Labadee. No one else has these.”

He shuffled me toward the back of the room and through a curtain into yet another room. And jackpot. He’d figured out exactly what I might be interested in. Carvings of men on men, in a huge variety of fucking poses. And carved penises. Huge dildos, their bulbous heads painted in bright red, or green, or yellow, or white.

I reached over and picked up one of the dildos with a red cock bulb on it. I ran my hand up and down it. Smooth ebony.

The vendor was watching me like a hawk. “Very nice. You take. Special price. Just today. Just for you.”

I walked slowly around the small shanty room, taking in all that was on offer. I saw what I thought Henry ümraniye escort would like almost immediately, but I was careful to pick up one or two others—never letting go of the ebony dildo with the red-painted head and a pair of plump balls at the base. We haggled and I slowly zeroed in on the piece I wanted.

“Oh, very, very, nice. Only $120 U.S.”

“Maybe $40, I said—if you throw in this too.” I raised the dildo. He, of course, knew I’d never let go of it.

He grimaced. “Oh no, no. Far too little. You can’t get this art anywhere here. Anywhere in the world.”

“Oh, maybe $60 for the two. Maybe more, but I don’t think this really works.” I held up the dildo again.

The vendor stood there, looking hard at me. “$100. Best price.” He was sporting a beleaguered expression that I didn’t believe for a moment.

I put the dildo back from where I had picked it up—which seemed to distress the vendor greatly—and turned to leave, giving him a smile and a shrug.

“$90 U.S. for both and I show you that red-headed penis work,” he said in a strangled voice.

I smiled, seeing that there was yet another curtain at the back of this shanty room.

I played his asshole with the greased dildo in the small room at the back. A narrow table was set against the back wall, and he was perched on this, facing me, his trousers off, his hips rolled up, and his hands wrapped around his widely spread and elevated legs.

I worked him expertly, and when he started to enjoy it, I stood back, unbuttoned my jeans and let my hardening cock free. I dug into my pocket and extracted a condom and held it up for him to see.

His eyes were wide and buggy and his lips were trembling, but he wasn’t making a break for it.

“$40,” he squeaked with a whimper.

“20,” I countered with, as I rolled the condom on my cock.

“$30,” he croaked in a hoarse voice.

But now I was already at his entrance. “$20,” I sternly said as I plunged my cock inside him, and he settled into concentrating on taking me all in without further haggling.

I took him long and hard—and with exuberance. I hadn’t had young, fresh ass in so long that I fucked with abandon. Henry would have no cause for complaint. He’d get his titillating Haitian carved art for his collection. But for now, I needed this release.

And the young vendor was enjoying himself too. After he’d gotten me off well enough that I threw in another $10, he gave me a second toy, a string of graduated mahogany balls he took out from underneath the counter as I was leaving, helping him hobble along now on slightly bowed legs.

Back on the board that evening, I costumed as the gladiator, I delighted Henry so much with my purchases that I was afraid he might stroke out on me. He enjoyed the erotic carving I’d bought him immensely. And he enjoyed the work I did with the red-bulbed dildo within his channel just as much. He quickly went off in sleepabye land after he’d dribbled his cum in the sheets a second time for the day—an exhausted but very happy man.

I was still feeling my oats and devil-may-care—not carrying now if I was caught playing with the cruise staff or not—so Selchek was immensely surprised and pleased when I found him wandering down the corridor and I swung my free gift of the graduated string of beads in front of his face and asked him if there were any really private areas up on a deck with a beach lounger this time of night—and which was the largest ball he thought he could accommodate.

We discovered he could take the biggest in the wake of playing hide the red-painted ebony cock head. And then my cock afterward for nearly an hour as the waves of the Atlantic rolled on by beneath us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is the conclusion of the story. I apologize for the delay because I thought I had submitted this before taking some time off from writing, but apparently I hadn’t. Thanks for your patience and thanks for the folks who wrote and asked about where the end was, which brought my screw up to my attention..

***

Jeremy was wrapped around his Grandma’s boyfriend’s finger, and while Ted had introduced Jeremy to many things, he had withheld the thing that Jeremy wanted most.

Jeremy didn’t want it at first but as the nights went on he started to change his mind, especially after when he got the chance to witness his grandmother and how she reacted when at the receiving end of Ted’s massive manhood.

Tonight, Jeremy was to learn, was the night.

****

Ted had asked me to join him in the cellar after the TV had gone off under some phony pretense of helping him find something he wanted, so I followed him down the steps.

“I told your Grandma my back was bothering me. Don’t worry, it isn’t,” he assured me. “That means she won’t be waiting for me to fuck her, so we can go right to your room after her bedroom light goes out, okay?”

“Okay. Uh… Ted? I want to show you something,” I said while undoing the knot in the robe I was wearing, and after it came loose I let the robe slide off my shoulders.

I looked at Ted’s expression when he looked down at my crotch. It was one of shock, not because my dick was hard and pointing at him but for the gardening I had done earlier in the evening.

“You said you liked…” I started to say but he waved his hand to stop me and then brought that hand down to run his fingers over the pink smooth skin above my cock.

“Beautiful,” Ted said as he took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“I shaved it twice to make sure it was smooth.”

“It is,” Ted said, and then his eyes sparkled even more when I put my hands behind my head to show him that there would be no more plucking the hairs from under my arms because what he hadn’t extricated manually already had fallen under the blade.

That was the tough part, because I had waited so long for the little hair I had to grow to begin with. After shaving my armpits smooth I looked at what I had done. Come college, if I had a roommate it might be tough to explain why I didn’t have a hair on my body below my head. I only hoped Ted would like it.

“Thank you,” Ted said as he bent down and let his tongue slide over the smooth skin, and without the hair the sensation was even more intense.

“I want to tell you something Jeremy,” Ted said before we headed back up the stairs. “I’ve done this before, many times. What I mean is that I’ve dated women who have children, although when I was younger they would be the woman’s sons instead of their grandsons.”

“When I would find the fellows interesting, I would do with them what I did with you. Seduced them,” Ted elaborated. “I wasn’t always successful, but you would be surprised at how few times I was rebuffed.”

“You’re kinda persuasive,” I threw in.

“I know. I do have a particular preference for the sweet and submissive types like you,” Ted confessed. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I’ve never ever wanted any of them as much as I want you.”

With that Ted hands cradled my face and leaned forward çeşme escort to give me a kiss, which shocked me.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Ted suggested.

“Ted?” I asked. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“I can give you two answers to that, Jeremy. The first would be to say that of course it won’t,” he stated. “The second answer would be to tell you the truth.”

“I thought so,” I nodded as I admitted I was scared.

“I know,” Ted said. “That’s part of what makes it good. It will hurt, although I will try to be gentle at least at first,” Ted admitted. “After I get going though, I confess that sometimes I lose control of myself when I feel my cock getting crushed by a tight young ass like yours.”

I nodded again and after putting my robe back on I followed Ted upstairs. After we got to the kitchen Ted looked down the hall. Grandma’s bedroom light was already out and so we headed the other way down the hall to my room.

***

“Come to me Jeremy,” Ted said after telling me not to turn off the light, and so I went over to the bed where Ted was holding that 6″ purple vibrator that I had watched him use on Grandma before he impaled me with it.

“Get on all fours for me Jeremy,” Ted instructed. Present your gift for me.”

My gift was apparently my anus, and as I got me knees on the edge of the bed I braced myself with my hands as I felt Ted’s greased finger slide inside of me. What had hurt so much at first was now a pleasurable probe and I groaned as Ted corkscrewed into my bowels while preparing me for the purple toy.

“Oh Jeremy,” Ted sighed as he pressed the rubbery toy against my puckered ring. “Remember how excited you got when you saw me use this on your Grandma? And how you were so scared when I first put it in you?”

“It hurt at first,” I grunted as Ted slipped a little bit more into me.

“But now you like it, don’t you son?”

“Uh – Yes,” I choked as I felt the vibrator slide all the way inside me, and as I braced myself for when Ted would hit the switch I asked him, “You are going to do it tonight, aren’t you?”

“Do what Jeremy?” Ted teased. “Tell me.”

“You’re going to put your dick in my ass, right?”

“Yes Jeremy, but we have to get you ready first,” Ted said as he hit the switch to get that toy undulating inside of me. “How’s that?”

“Good,” I grunted.

“Remember when I told you this was one of a set of three?” Ted asked me from behind. “This is the little one.”

Ted threw a smaller version of what was inside of me on the bedding in front of me, one that was even smaller than my dick.

“You wouldn’t have any need for that, would you?”

“No sir. This is good,” I managed to say between gasps.

“Now this one,” Ted said as something got tossed on the bedding in front of me, and as I looked in horror Ted continued. “I think you’re going to like this one even more. After all, you’re a big boy now.”

“Omigod Ted no!” I cried as I looked at the other part of the set, the big brother of the other two which might have been close to a foot long – a purple version of Ted’s massive manhood. “I can’t do that. It would split me in two.”

“Nonsense Jeremy,” Ted chuckled, reveling in my horror which was not in any way an act. başakşehir escort “Now let’s stand you up and take a walk. Keep that toy in your ass now.”

“Oh geez,” I groaned as I took a step with that rubbery blender churning away in me, a whole different sensation to be sure. “Where are we going?”

“Do you want to take a walk down to see your Grandma?” Ted asked as he held my arm and started toward the door.

“No – please don’t,” I mumbled, the thought of Grandma seeing me with a boner and her toy packed into my butt horrifying. “Anything but that.”

“Okay,” Ted said as he took me away from the door and walked behind me until we were in the middle of the room. “Feels even better when you’re walking and trying to keep that thing in your ass You like it?”

“Yes,” I said as I felt Ted’s now naked body against my back while he wrapped his hairy arm around my neck, almost choking me in a way.

“I’m surprised you wouldn’t want to let your Grandma see how much her little Jeremy has grown,” Ted chortled, looking over my shoulder and my dick which was stiff and eager to cum from the toy shaking my prostate. “Wouldn’t you like your Grandma to see how big your dick is now?”

Ted’s mocking my very modest endowment didn’t bother me as much as it seemed to excite him, and as he kept his one hand around my neck and used his thigh to keep the vibrator way up my ass I felt his other hand come around.

“You want to cum don’t you Jeremy?”

“Yes – please.”

“You going to pop a big load for me?” Ted said as his fingers rubbed just above my throbbing dick. “You usually do.”

“Think so,” I said while my body started to wiggle like the toy.

“I’m going to reach down here and grab your dick at the base – that spot between your balls and your dick,” Ted explained. “Are you going to be able to keep from cumming?”

“No – gonna cum any second,” I warned Ted as my legs got rubbery.

“Yes, let’s see how far that little cannon can shoot. See if you can reach the closet door,” Ted said just as his thumb and index finger grabbed and rubbed the spot, and I didn’t last a second.

Ted was holding me up as my dick erupted, and as I came I heard him laughing as he kept massaging that spot while I sprayed cum all over the place.

“Please – no more,” I whimpered after my dick went limp, and Ted clicked off the toy and extracted it from my anus before hugging me from behind.

“Let’s take a look,” Ted said as he walked us over to the closet door. “Son of a gun! Look at that. Must have shot that about 5 feet!”

“I’d better clean it off,” I said as I saw the wad of cum near the bottom of the closet door drooling down the slats.

“No time for that Jeremy,” Ted said as he led me back over to the bed. “We’ve got unfinished business to take care of.”

***

“If you relax it won’t hurt as much,” Ted declared after positioning me on all fours on the edge of the bed. my feet hanging over the lip.

Easier said that done, I concluded as I braced myself for what seemed like an impossibility, having watched Ted lubricate the giant purple snake profusely before coming behind.

“Omigod!” I cried out when I felt the tip of the toy enter me, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared, küçükçekmece escort in part because it was rather soft so instead of piercing me it sort of flowed into my bowels.

“There you go,” Ted said as he pulled it out of me. “My turn.”

No warm-up or anything. Just Ted’s cock, and this I felt as he coaxed his fully engorged shaft deep into me.

“Hurts!” I cried out.

“Ssh! Don’t want to wake up your Grandma do you?”

I bit my lower lip while ted’s cock kept going deeper and deeper into me until I could feel his balls against the backs of my thighs.

“Good boy!” Ted exclaimed, and after retracting his manhood as slowly as he had put it in, he picked up the tempo.

“Take that cock!” Ted snarled as he grabbed the back of my scalp in his fist. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Want it – want it back,” I grunted as my little bed slammed against the wall, creaking and groaning with each thrust.

“Your dick’s hard again,” Ted snapped as he reached around me with his free hand, but that situation changed the second he started to savagely pull on it and I shot a load onto the bedding.

Ted wasn’t done though, and after what seemed like an eternity of humping me he pulled his cock out of me. he hadn’t cum though, and only stopped to roll me onto my cock, slapping my cheek with his still swollen member before telling me to grab my ankles and spread my legs wide.

“You should see your gaping asshole, Jeremy,” Ted chuckled as I felt his fingers probing my anus. “You’re a man now. Know what I’m doing?”

“Your finger – it’s in my bottom.”

“You’re close. Try four fingers,” Ted cackled and spun those fingers inside of me as he spoke. “By the end of summer I’ll be fisting you with my whole hand and you’ll be begging for more.”

“Please.”

“Please what Jeremy?”

“Your cock. Put it back in me. Want to feel you cum in my bottom.”

“Be happy to oblige, but I have to warn you – I was being gentle before.”

“You were?” I asked, and for the next few minutes I learned he wasn’t kidding.

Ted was like a raging bull above me, his upper torso crimson and his sweat flying off of his body as he thrust in and out of me without mercy. When he came, filling my bowels with what felt like an ocean of cum, I was sobbing and shaking while still holding onto my ankles.

“How did you like that?” Ted asked as he climbed off of me, instructing me to stay on that position on my back with my legs akimbo.

“It was…” I started to say, but Ted hushed me.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Ted said as he moved away from the foot of the bed, and it was only then that I realized that we were not alone.

“Grandma?” my voice croaked as I took in the surreal scene from between my spread legs.

It was Grandma, standing outside of the now-open closet door, where she had been all along I guess. She was wearing a nightie and held the hem of it up under her breasts. One of Ted’s purple toys was inside her pussy as she walked toward the bed, and she looked all rumpled and sweaty, much like I had when it was we inside the closet.

“Jeremy – I’m so proud of you,” Grandma was saying while Ted kept me on the bed where I was, and then Grandma was kneeling at the foot of the bed while Ted smiled at what was happening. “Let me make it better.”

“That’s it Effie,” Ted sighed as his girlfriend – my Grandma – put her head between my legs and after giving my deflated dick and spent balls some tongue affection, moved her mouth down lower to soothe my savaged anus. “Make it all better for little Jeremy.”

***

End of “Grandma’s Got a Boyfriend”.

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

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

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

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

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

“See. There you go. Kenny’s o.k.”

“He said you owed him big time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello.”

“We’re in here, Gary.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I could work on it while living here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bye, Dan. Bye, Gary.”

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

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

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

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

“Conversation piece, Dan?”

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

“I see.”

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

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

“Uh, I guess so.’

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

“Uh, fuck you?”

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

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

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

“Watches you?”

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

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

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

“Uh, do you have any lube, Dan?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I think. . .”

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

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

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

“Uh, I don’t know Dan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d better be getting along.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I don’t know. . .”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Lana. What’s the word?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great! I’ll see you then!”

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

“Hey, big brother. May I come in?”

“Sure. What’s on your mind?”

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

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

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

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

“Why not?”

‘Cause he has a steady girl friend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, that’s a bummer.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh? Who were they?”

“Kenny asked for you to call him.”

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

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

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

“Hello, Bubbie, this is Gary.”

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

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