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Vicki watched as the work truck pulled up to her driveway. With any luck, this job wouldn’t take all day, and she would be able to supervise their work and head off to do her errands. The foreman came up to the door, papers in hand. He explained to her exactly what kind of job they’d be doing, and reassured her that they shouldn’t be much more than a few hours. In fact, the laborers were already starting their work in the driveway, digging and chipping away at the damaged concrete. The noise was growing louder and Vicki wanted nothing to do with it already. She hurriedly signed where she needed to and sealed herself in the house. A half day off ruined! At least, she thought, she could get some things done for herself around the house. Then the day wouldn’t be a total loss.

The hours ticked by and Vicki wasn’t happy. The work was nowhere near done on time, and she knew that she’d be missing a full day of work. The foreman knocked on the door to confirm this to her, but assuaged her that there would be no extra charge for however long it took them to finish. Although she was angry that the job was going to take longer than promised, at least she could enjoy the rest of the day away from the office.

With the door closed behind her, Vicki headed upstairs to her bedroom, stripping off her blouse on the way. Her skirt followed as she rummaged through the room to find something more comfortable to wear. Clad in only a lacy white bra and matching panties, Vicki happened to glance out her window. The workmen outside were certainly doing their damnedest to get the job done, but that didn’t concern her. In the growing heat of the day, all three of them had stripped off their shirts to work, and sweat glistened on their ebony skin. She gasped when she saw this, then checked to make sure that they couldn’t see her standing there in her underwear. The men were all well built, and she watched their muscles ripple as they toiled away outside.

She could feel her pussy moistening as she stood there, transfixed before tearing herself away. They had a job to do, and while it was appealing to fantasize, Vicki knew her place. Besides, the foreman was still down there, making sure that they weren’t goofing off. She pulled on a pair of bike shorts and a T-shirt before heading back downstairs. Once there, she busied herself around the house and yard, sneaking glances at the guys who continued to work at a brisk pace. Even though her shirt was long enough to conceal her bottom, enough of her curvy figure was visible at certain times that the work crew got to enjoy an occasional peek. This was wholly coincidental on Vicki’s part, and by the time she noticed one of the men stealing a longing glance at her ass, the day was growing late.

Still, she secretly enjoyed the fact that despite her modest dress, she had still managed to turn a few heads. The hot afternoon eventually gave way to a somewhat cooler evening, and Vicki wasn’t surprised to be talking to the foreman as the sun went down. No, they weren’t done with their work, but then again, she wouldn’t be charged anything extra for it. Although she was disappointed at the disruption in her life, she wasn’t altogether upset with the fact that these guys would be back tomorrow. As they cleaned up from the day’s work, she got to mingle in closer with them, knowing that their eyes were on her, and hers on them. All three of the workmen were very well defined, and their dark skin enticed her. When one of them ‘accidentally’ brushed against her, Vicki felt shivers racing down her spine. Yes, she truly would be happy to see them again in the morning, and she looked forward to spending as much of the next day as possible keeping a close eye on them.

The next morning, Vicki made sure she was up early. Rising before the work crew arrived, she hurriedly went through her closet, finding something enticing to wear. She wanted to look sexy, but not be completely done up like a whore. Besides, she only wanted to give them something to think about as she plotted ways to steal glances at their chiseled bodies as well. Rummaging around in her closet yielded an old pair of cut off jean shorts, which would be perfect! They were tight fitting and cut off very high, just above the lowest curve of her ass. Vicki was about to pull them on over her skimpy panties when she changed her mind.

The panties came off, and the jean shorts went on with nothing underneath. She was careful when zipping them up not to catch the bushy hairs of her cunt. For a top, the sexy young brunette found a white tank top. It tucked into her shorts nicely, fitting closely over her trim figure. The arm openings were a bit large, however, and the top fit a little loosely. If she was reaching or stretching, someone with the right angle could catch a glimpse of her breasts. And the dark patches around her nipples would be barely visible from the front as well. She admired herself in the mirror briefly, imagining the hard ons that she’d give those guys today when she heard someone knocking on the door. Hurriedly, Vicki headed downstairs, expecting to greet the foreman and his crew, orhangazi escort who were arriving to finish the job.

To her surprise when she opened the door, Vance, one of the workmen she had drooled over the previous day was there. His eyes bugged out as he saw the vision of beauty before him, but he quickly recovered. In brief, Vance explained to Vicki that he and the crew were here to finish the job, and they would be checked up on by the foreman. All the while, he did a poor job of attempting to avert his gaze from her body. Vicki scarcely heard what the man said, concentrating instead on his well developed arms and upper body. She had noticed his wandering eyes, and teased him with her movements. He could see her breasts through her shirt, and she knew it, keeping her arms raised so that he may catch a brief glimpse of what she was barely concealing.

In another moment, she had turned to get something, half bending over and showing off her ass for him. Vance pretended not to notice, but how could he not! His work mates were watching all of this from the truck, and snickering about it. As soon as Vicki closed the door to let him get to his work, he turned and strode off towards them, blowing out a deep breath and trying to get his mind off of her. It didn’t work, the vision of the sexy little brunette was burned into his memory. The fact that she was showing off her tits and ass didn’t help Vance any, but there was work to do, and lots of it. Together with Jay and Chuck, Vance began his day’s labor, but their conversation was definitely on the woman who was obviously keeping an eye on them from the porch.

Occasionally, one of them would steal a glance at her, fantasizing about what lay beneath her skimpy outfit. Vance had already done his part, describing the fullness of her breasts and the fine shape of her ass. His pals laughed as he described her, each of them forming a delightfully erotic vision in his own mind. Later in the day, when they were nearing completion, Vicki herself helped them along. She had been spritzing some hanging plants on her porch, and hadn’t been all that careful with the water. Her clingy white tank top was partially soaked, and her rosy nipples showed right through it. Despite the fact that she knew she was going to give the guys a free look through her wet shirt, she brought some cold drinks down to them. It was only fair, she thought.

After all, they had once again stripped down to their shorts to toil in the hot sun. Sweat gave their dark skin an appealing shine, and none of them bothered to even try and look away as Vicki approached. They were working hard, and figured that if she was willing to show off her body, then who were they to refuse. Besides, she had looked damn good to all of them the day before, and even better today. She paused for a few moments to chat with them, and was delighted to find out that they would soon be done. All that needed to happen after that was a final inspection from the foreman and they could go. With that, Vicki headed back towards the house, never doubting for a moment that the guys were focusing their attention on the exposed curves of her ass. And she was right.

Not too long after that, she answered another knock on her door. It was Vance, of course, with his buddies in tow. They were done with the job, and asked her if she wanted to look over their work. She accompanied them outside, and as she expected, they followed her. With a sly smile on her face, Vicki made sure she wiggled her ass while she walked, and even bent down to see the job that they had done. Vance, who was standing in front of her at the time got an excellent view of her cleavage, while Jay and Chuck were left staring at her ass. Her shorts had ridden up her butt a bit while she was doing that, and Vicki made no effort to cover herself up.

Once satisfied that they were done, she asked when the foreman could be expected. Vance told her that he had to call, and wondered if he could borrow her phone. Vicki agreed, of course, and they headed back into the house. Ever the gracious hostess, Vicki invited all of the guys in to cool off, and they readily agreed. Vance made his call while the guys took seats and Vicki went off to get them some more drinks. She returned just as Vance did, and took the frosty pitcher away from her body. The ice cold pitcher had hardened one of her nipples, and it showed through her thin shirt like a beacon. This was not lost on the workmen either. Together, they sat and talked, with the guys never taking their gaze off of her. She was sitting on a stool, bending over a lot and laughing, which jiggled her breasts nicely. Vicki’s shapely legs were slightly spread, and none of the men could resist a glance at her bare thighs. She knew this, of course, but acted as if she hadn’t noticed.

The four of them sat around talking for some time, but the foreman never showed. After awhile, Vance asked if he could call again, see if there was some kind of hold up or something. Vicki directed him to the phone in the kitchen again, and he headed out of the room. ortahisar escort In a minute, he was back, holding her telephone handset, and inquiring if there was another phone he could use, apparently the battery on this one had gone dead. Vicki invited Vance to follow her upstairs, and he could use the one in her bedroom. She led the way, of course, and three pairs of eyes stayed riveted on her ass. Vance kept his eyes on her all the way up the stairs, straining to see just how far up her butt her shorts had ridden.

Vance was following a few steps behind Vicki, keeping her ass just above his eye level. From there, he could clearly see the curves of her butt that peeked out from beneath her tight shorts. The sashaying motion of her body as she climbed the stairs enticed him, and beneath his shorts, Vance was sporting a raging hard on. Once inside her bedroom, Vicki handed him the phone unit and he dialed up his supervisor. From what she could hear of his conversation, the foreman was delayed, and wouldn’t be available to do the inspection for some time yet. He hung up the phone and turned to apologize to Vicki. By now, she had taken up a position on the bed, sitting on its edge. Vance was eyeing her up intently, and she was studying his form as well. Vicki’s inviting eyes told him exactly what he wanted to hear, and without a wasted word, he approached her on the bed.

She seemed to melt into his arms the moment they wrapped around her. She could smell his manly aroma, punctuated by the sweat of his earlier exertions. Strong black arms reached around her waist, tugging at the thin cotton of her shirt. Effortlessly, it was removed as his tongue probed its way into her mouth. Vicki could feel the bulge in his shorts pressing against her soft flesh and her hands struggled to free it. By now, Vance had pulled off her shirt, exposing her lovely breasts to him. He doffed his quickly as well, baring his well muscled chest to her. Vicki caught her breath in her throat, stifling a gasp as she saw the well muscled stud before her.

She succeeded in tugging his shorts down, revealing a sizable black hard on. He was working her shorts as well, unzipping them and allowing his fingers to dart inside, brushing against her bush and teasing her wet pussy. With a sharp pull, they were down around her ankles and Vicki finished kicking them off. Immediately, Vance’s fingers found their way down beneath her bush, pressing gently against her wet cunt. Vicki moaned and spread her legs as she led Vance down onto the bed with her. His fingers massaged her puss, sliding back and forth along her slit, just barely dipping inside of her. Maneuvering his fingers like an expert, Vance caressed Vicki slowly, and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. She was spreading her legs wider now, pulling her wet cunt lips apart. One of Vance’s rough fingers slipped all the way inside. Vicki gasped. Her warm wetness enveloped Vance’s intruding finger as he eased it deep inside her pussy. His thumb continued to manipulate her hardening clit.

With his other hand, and his mouth, Vance took on her ample breasts. They were soft to the touch but her nipples were hardening quickly. She wiggled her hips to grind her cunt against his hand harder and harder, driving his probing fingers deep inside her. His mouth tugged at her breasts, tweaking her firm nipples as Vicki moaned out loud. Her own arms wrapped themselves around Vance, pulling him tighter against her body and quickening his tempo. Vance’s stiff cock rubbed against her bare thigh as their bodies entwined together. Despite her moaning and writhing, Vicki felt his member brushing against her, and she pulled slightly away.

With Vance laying on his back, she darted down between his legs to find his member waving as it stiffened. She smiled as she saw the thick black cock and wrapped her fingers around it. Quickly, Vicki gave it a few short strokes, then without any hesitation, wrapped her lips around its swollen head. Vance gasped as he felt her going down on him, feeling her lips pursing around his cock and sliding down the shaft. She rebounded up, following her red lips with her hand. She brought her lips all the way back to the tip of his cock, teasing the opening with her tongue. A drop of pre-cum dissolved on her tongue as her reward. Vicki savored the sweet taste of this stud’s cum, then returned to sucking his cock, going down on him faster with each stroke. Her mouth engulfed him completely, which was no mean feat given his size. Nevertheless, she continued to stroke and suck his cock until it was rock hard and her pussy was dripping wet.

With his thick tool dripping wet with her saliva, Vicki deftly released it from her mouth and assumed a position on her back. Her shapely legs were spread, revealing her curly brown bush and soaking wet pussy ready for his cock. As she scooted up, Vance positioned himself between her legs. His throbbing member ached to get inside of her, and from the look of her, she was dying to feel his massive cock penetrating deep into her pussy. His body came down on top of osmangazi escort hers, his hands coming to rest on her breasts. Even as he manipulated them, Vance’s stiff cock pressed up against the entrance to Vicki’s sweet pussy. Effortlessly, he thrust his way inside her, sliding down that well worn path easily.

Vicki’s pussy had been loosened up by all that finger fucking that Vance had done with her before, and she was very wet. Despite her readiness, Vance’s cock was a tight fit for her hot little cunt, and she moaned as he reamed in and out of her. His thrusts were fast and hard, making her cry out louder and louder. His muscles rippled as he thrust his cock in and out of her cunt, and she grabbed onto his broad shoulders as tightly as she could. Vance’s thrusts were powerful, pounding his stiff cock deep inside her wet and waiting pussy. Vicki’s entire body shook as he rammed himself home inside her, time and time again. His hard cock was penetrating deep inside her, sliding in and out of her hot wet cunt faster and faster as she spread her legs even farther apart. The comely young brunette was screaming in absolute delight as the workman fucked her harder than she’d ever thought possible. Sweat dripped off their bodies as Vance thrust himself deep inside her once more, grunting as he came. Globs of his cum filled Vicki’s waiting cunt as he drove himself down inside her. She shrieked her enjoyment as he fired the last few drops of his cum into her pussy, and she raked her nails across his stripling back with one final sigh of contentment.

With his cock spent and his balls emptied, Vance gave her a gentle kiss on the lips by way of thanks, then eased his dick out of her pussy. She was such a good lay, Vance was sorry that it was over, but what an incredible fuck she had been. Loud too, for Jay and Chuck had heard their rather loud interlude, and had come up the stairs to investigate. Whether or not they had seen anything was uncertain, but as Vicki lay on the bed she saw them staring at her.

What a sight to behold she was! Her legs were spread, showcasing her well fucked pussy. Some of Vance’s cum was dripping its way out of her, and some more was stuck to her bush. Vicki’s ample breasts were exposed to their view as well, and her hard nipples seemed to beckon them to her. She smiled as she saw the delight in their dark faces and gestured them over to her with a wave of her hand. Vance cleared the way for his buddies as they came closer to the hot little wench he had just fucked. Both men tore off their shirts and stripped out of their shorts before they reached the bed. Vicki scooted up a little higher on it, keeping her legs spread as they reached her.

Once they did, they wasted no time, and soon Vicki had two pairs of hand caressing her breasts and manipulating her wet pussy. Briefly, she felt a hot mouth sucking on one of her gorgeous tits, and although she wanted more, the guys had other things in mind. It wasn’t long at all before Chuck had his rigid cock up by her lips, and dutifully, Vicki began to suck him. She had parted her lips gently, easing his cock into her waiting mouth when he savagely shoved his cock forward, jamming it down her throat. Vicki was stunned, and nearly gagged, but somehow she managed not to. As soon as he had his cock in her mouth, Chuck started a rhythmic thrusting that literally forced Vicki to suck on him. The only alternative would have been to bite him, and she certainly wasn’t going to do that. Instead, she met his eyes with her own lust filled gaze and wrapped a hand around the shaft of his tool, stroking him into her waiting mouth. His cock was already oozing sticky sweet drops of pre cum, and Vicki sucked them down her throat.

While she was doing this, Jay wasn’t wasting his opportunity either. Once his friend had laid claim to Vicki’s hot mouth, Jay pulled himself off her tits and spread her legs apart. Even with a monstrous cock shoved down her gullet, Vicki didn’t resist. For her, this was a situation that she could only dream of in her wildest fantasies, there was no way she’d pass on it. Jay’s hands were rough from the physical labor he did for work, but strong and her thighs obligingly parted for him. Her hot cunt was still wet from the fucking that Vance had given her and was still flowing a mixture of her juices and his cum. Jay didn’t care. He sampled her pussy first with his fingers, easing a couple of them deep inside her pussy, causing her to cry out.

Her hot wetness was apparent as Vicki’s cunt clamped down around Jay’s fingers. Her juices coated his fingers as he pulled them out, and he wiped the sticky stuff off on her bush, rubbing her clit in the process. She was evidently enjoying the chance to give Chuck a blow job, and her body language told Jay that she surely would love to feel his cock inside her right now. A quick glance on his part down at her pussy told him she was quite ready, and despite already being rock hard, Jay felt a spasming in his loins as he saw her waiting pussy. Between those gorgeous spread thighs, Vicki’s cunt beckoned to him. Her pussy lips were spread apart and waiting, Jay could see the deeper tone of red within. Glossy pink lips hinted of how wet she was, and pearly white streaks of what had to be Vance’s cum decorated her puffy outer lips. Above that, a thatchy brown patch of pubic hair wreathed the girl’s hard clit. She was wet, she was waiting. And Jay wanted her.

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Author’s note:

This is the third and final story in the “All for you” series. Reading “All for you” and “For her too” first to learn more about Melissa, her boyfriend and her best friend Susan.

December 2017: By popular request, this is an expanded and revised version of the original story. It adds more detail and insight into the characters, and changes things around just a little.

*****

“Hon, wake up. Susan’s gone.”

Melissa awoke and stretched, the bed sheet falling to expose one lovely breast.

“Uh? Gone? Where’d she go?”

“She was gone when I woke up.”

Melissa yawned, trying to clear her head. Then she covered her eyes and groaned.

“Oh no. What did we do?”

I touched her arm. “We got a little carried away.”

“I’ll say. Letting you sleep with my best friend, letting her watch us… what were we thinking?”

Melissa groaned again. “And she left? That’s bad. She’s probably so embarrassed.”

“Somehow I don’t think Susan gets embarrassed that easily.”

“Oh, you don’t know her. We’ve been friends forever. She’s outgoing, but she’s no slut.”

“I didn’t mean she was. We all just got… carried away, like you said. So should we talk to her?”

“It’s better if I talk to her first. Alone.”

“If you say so,” I said, “But Melissa, how are YOU feeling about it?”

Melissa stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I should be horrified, right? But I think I’m okay. I never thought we’d ever do anything like that, but it went so naturally. It seemed right.”

When I first met Melissa, she was shy and guilt-ridden. Her strict parents had poisoned her mind against men and all things sexual. But Melissa had read, learned and had found her own morals for life. She fought the shame and fear instilled by her upbringing and through sheer determination, Melissa had pushed her boundaries and grown.

I supported her where I could and challenged her when she needed it. Her strength astonished me as did her growing lust. As Melissa freed herself from guilt and shame, she developed into the most loving, lust-filled woman I’d ever known, and I was the lucky target of her passion and curiosity.

I said, “I thought you’d need a lot more time to think about what we did.”

“I thought about it last night… after you and Susan fucked the second time.”

“You were awake? Uh, I was going to tell you about that…”

“I know. You screwed her a second time.”

“Actually, it was more like she screwed me. When I woke up Susan was already on top of me.”

“And I bet you fought really hard to push her off too,” said Melissa, nudging me.

“I… at first I thought it was you! Honestly. I couldn’t see anything, and you wake me up like that often enough.”

“You thought it was me? Oh, that’s so sweet! But then you realized it was Susan and…”

“…and I couldn’t stop her. I… didn’t really want to, either. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. I mean, I practically pushed you on her the first time. I think that means you had permission last night.”

“So you just lay there and let us do it?”

“Uh huh. Pretty hard to sleep with you two shaking the bed and moaning. And well… it turned me on.”

“Oh, did it?”

Melissa blushed. “Yeah. Don’t know why, but the thought of you making Susan feel as good as you make me feel… it’s exciting. And last night was special. She hadn’t been with anyone for so long. And she has a little crush on you, you know. I’m glad we made her happy.”

“Happy’s not exactly the word I’d use. So what does this mean?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you’re okay with me sleeping with other women now? I can hit the bars and sleep with anyone I want?”

Melissa wrinkled her nose. “Gross! No, of course not.”

“Then what, Melissa?”

She considered. “Well, Susan’s my best friend. You’re my boyfriend. Last night was just between us.”

“So if I slept with anyone else…”

“I’d cut off your nuts and leave you to bleed out on the bed..”

“Melissa!”

“I’m not sharing you with just anyone. You’re the only good guy I’ve ever found. But Susan… well, we’ve always told each other everything, shared everything.” She paused. “Last night we just went too far. But it’s not like it will ever happen again. She just needed some attention.”

“I think I get it,” I said. “But look, I’ve got this good friend Ralph who’s always wanted to screw you…”

Melissa gasped. “I’m not sleeping with any of your friends!”

“Good. And I don’t want you to. So we’re clear: you were okay ‘sharing’ me with your best friend, but I’m not okay sharing you at all. You’re mine, okay?”

“Okay,” said Melissa, and kissed me. “I want to be yours. I don’t need anyone else. Besides, it was just one night. Oh! I’d better call her.”

Melissa found her phone. “She’s not answering. And she’s offline. Oh! We slept in. I’ll be late for yoga. I’ll talk to Susan there.”

“You never told me Susan was in your yoga class.”

“It took a lot of persuading, but I got her to sign up. Look, why don’t you go home? kadirli escort Clean up, get a change of clothes. Can you come back later for dinner?”

I hugged her. “Of course. It’s Saturday. Where else would I be but with you?”

~~~~

As I walked to my apartment building, my thoughts were on Susan. The first time I saw her, I wanted her, but she had that effect on everyone: a tall blonde with almost supermodel looks. Someone like her could never be interested in an ordinary guy like me. Plus she was so outspoken and loved to party… my quiet ways would bore her to death.

How wrong I was. Susan admitted she would have given me a chance, I could hardly believe it. She seemed to have developed a thing for me since Melissa had been telling her everything we did. Images from last night filled my head: Susan getting naked with us, showering with us, watching me with Melissa, letting me eat her and fuck her… it was all I could think about.

When I walked into the lobby of my apartment building, Susan was waiting.

“Uh, hi,” I said. “What’s up? How did you know where I live?”

“Melissa’s pointed out your building to me once or twice. And your name’s on the directory. Can we talk?”

We rode the elevator in silence. Susan avoided my eyes.

Letting her inside, I said, “I’d apologize for the mess, but it’s always like this.”

Susan looked at the mess. “Guys are all alike. You all need a maid. Or a mother.”

“Susan, have you talked to Melissa? You just disappeared this morning. She’s worried. She was going to meet you at yoga.”

“Oh, yoga. I forgot. Why do I let her talk me into those things?”

Susan looked at her phone. “Yeah, she’s left, like, a million messages.” She started sifting through the texts and voice mail.

“Look, call her. She’s probably not at her class yet. I need to grab a shower… I still haven’t cleaned up from last night. Make yourself at home, okay?”

Susan nodded as she thumbed Melissa’s number.

In the shower, I tried to think. What was Susan doing here? Why did she just leave Melissa’s place without a goodbye?

The shower curtain opened and a very naked Susan stepped inside.

“Susan? What the hell?”

She put her arms around me. “Melissa didn’t answer. I haven’t had time to clean up either. Wash my back?” She smiled mischievously.

Last night, the shower with Melissa and Susan was playful and erotic. This time it was just awkward. I soaped her up, unsure and hesitant. When she closed her eyes to rinse, I admired every inch of her body.

Susan cleaned me and spent a few moments fondling me with soapy hands while she watched my face. My body didn’t react. It felt wrong. It felt forced.

We dried off, but when I went to find clothes, Susan stopped me.

“Can we just stay naked for now? I really liked it last night Like you said, it makes being open a lot easier, somehow.”

“Uh, sure, Susan. You know I’m comfortable with it. If you are.”

Naked, she led me back to the living room. We sat on the couch.

Susan said, “So, anyway, about last night…”

I interrupted. “Melissa said says she’s fine with everything that happened.”

“Are you sure? I was certain she’d need emergency therapy.”

“Yeah, I was worried too. But she doesn’t freak out about sex anymore. She said last night was a special thing just between the three of us.”

Susan said, “She’s come a long way. You really saved her, you know.”

“Melissa saved herself. I just let her be who she needed to be, without judgment. And maybe encouraged her a little.”

Susan hugged me and looked into my eyes. Her expression was strange. Scared.

To break the awkwardness, I asked, “So how do YOU feel about last night’s antics? Don’t tell me you’ve done a threesome before.”

“No, that was a first for me.”

“Why did you leave?”

Susan was silent, and then she said, “When I woke up you two were all cuddled up together. I felt awkward, and I wasn’t sure whether Melissa would freak out. So I slipped out.”

“So, no regrets?”

“Uh, I dunno. Maybe.” She paused. “I’m not on the pill.”

I just stared. “What?”

“I haven’t had a steady guy for a while. So I stopped taking it. It gives me trouble.”

“But last night… I came in you. Twice!”

“I know! I tried to say something… tried to stop you, but then you were in me and it had been so long. You were so good, and it was so naughty… doing it with Melissa like that. With her boyfriend. I planned to just let you do it for a while then get you to pull out, but when we really got going, well, I wasn’t exactly thinking. Later, I woke up and you were all naked and warm beside me and… well, you know. I don’t think I was even fully awake that second time.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “You should have said something. I could have stopped. But, I wasn’t thinking clearly either. When you let me… well, it was a dream come true.”

“Seriously?”

“I’ve fantasized about you for a long time. But last night, I never asked you if it was kapaklı escort okay… you know… to come in you. I should have made sure. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m sorry.”

We hugged. Susan rested her head against my shoulder.

I smoothed her back. “Anyway, shouldn’t we find a drugstore?”

“That Plan B or whatever?” said Susan. “That’s the thing. I can’t. I took it once, and it made me sick as hell. The doctor said that might be why I always had such trouble with the pill. The same stuff is in both, only more.”

“Oh. Well, it’s probably okay. When Melissa and I did it when we were camping it turned out okay. It was just the right time in her cycle. We got lucky.”

We used my phone to find an ovulation calculator and entered Susan’s details.

“Oh, damn it,” she said. “If this is right, I’m ovulating today. The worst possible time. Guess that’s why I was so horny, huh?”

I put an arm around her. “It’ll be all right.”

“Bullshit! I can’t have a kid. I can barely take care of myself. And my job…”

I said, “It was both our fault. You’re not alone. If it happens, and whatever you decide, Susan, I’m with you, okay?”

She looked at me with derision. “You’re going to ‘do the honorable thing’? It’s not the 1950s, you know. A woman can take care of herself.”

“Of course. I just mean I’m not going to take off on you. I’ll do everything I can.” I smiled, “You know…. paint the baby’s room, fetch you pickles and ice cream, feed you ice chips during the delivery…”

Susan gasped and shoved me away. “You total asshole! That’s not funny!” But she smiled a little.

“I’m serious, though. I’m with you through this. We have to tell Melissa.”

Susan said, “No way. If she finds out I fucked you without protection, she’ll kill me then fret herself catatonic. You know how she is. She doesn’t need to worry along with us.”

“It’s not right to keep this from her. But yeah… it would completely stress her out. I guess we can wait until we’re sure.”

Susan hugged me for a long time. She pulled back to look at me with damp eyes. “It would be better if you were an asshole, you know. Then I could get mad. I meet the only good guy in the entire city, and I give him away to Melissa.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but let’s be real. I’m nothing much. I’m not rich, and only slightly handsome…”

Susan made a face.

“…so what’s the big deal? You’re gorgeous. You can have any guy you want.”

“Yeah, and you know how well that’s worked out for me. Mel told me everything you’ve done for her. I mean, she’s so happy now that she’s with you! It’s hard not to be jealous.” Susan leaned in and kissed me. “You transformed her, you know. Maybe you could transform me.”

I said, “If you’re pregnant, you’ll be transformed all right.”

Susan pulled me close, her warm breasts pressing into me. “So you fantasized about me, huh?”

“Uh, of course, Susan. You’re beautiful. Fun. A little wild. You’re completely sexy. You know that.”

“I really liked last night, you know. Being with you. And I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. Or so many times.”

Susan guided my hand to her breast and kissed me. Soon we were running our hands over each other, and she pulled me down until I was lying on her on the couch. She spread her legs and I could feel her folds wet against my dick.

“Fuck me again,” she said, an eager, hopeful look in her eyes. “Hard. Just don’t come in me, okay?”

She was so brash, so sexy. My heart was pounding at the thought of taking her again. Melissa would be disappointed she wasn’t there to watch us, I thought. It got her so hot the previous night. Maybe I should call her so she can come over.

Susan reached down to guide me into her.

I was soft.

She stroked me a few times and rubbed me along her wet slit, but there was no response.

I couldn’t believe it. Beautiful Susan, alone in my apartment, eager for me to fuck her and I wasn’t hard?

With a wry smile, she said, “did I wear you out last night?”

I rolled off her. “No. Just give me a minute.”

Without a word, Susan scooted down and began licking me, all around the head and occasionally sucking me into her mouth, all while keeping eye contact. She alternated between stroking my soft member, licking the head then caressing my balls.

That should have been more than enough. The sight of her working away, looking up with that mischievous expression, eager to get me hard should have caused a powerful reaction. Instead—nothing.

It occurred to me then that maybe Melissa wouldn’t be okay with what we were doing.

I stroked Susan’s head and pushed her off me. “Let’s stop this, Susan.”

Frustrated, she went back to working on me. She was skilled and knew all the tricks that would normally get any man hard in minutes, but it wasn’t working.

She stopped and rested her head on my thigh. She said, “Didn’t that feel good?”

“It felt wonderful, but I don’t know… this doesn’t seem right.”

Susan was quiet for a moment. karacabey escort “Were you thinking of Melissa just now?”

I said, “Well, sure. But I always think of Melissa.”

Susan considered that. “Always think of her, huh?”

We sat up.

“I wonder,” she said, idly reaching over to fondle me. “Did you ever consider you’re in love?”

“Huh? I like you, Susan, but I don’t know you well enough for that.”

“Oh for…” She whacked me. “Guys are so clueless. Not with me! With Melissa.”

Shocked, I said, “What? I mean, Melissa’s wonderful, but it’s way too soon for anything like that… isn’t it?”

“Is it? I’ve seen how you two are together. Picture this: what if Melissa was here right now, beside us like last night, naked, her hand guiding you into me, asking you to fuck me, and holding my hand while she watched us fuck each other like animals?”

More images from last night returned. It was so exciting having Melissa watch, not just accepting me fucking her best friend, but actively encouraging us. I started getting hard.

Susan noticed. “Ah… someone likes having threesomes with his girlfriend. Naughty boy! So if she was here, you’d be fine. I think even if you just had her permission to be with me, you’d be okay. But you can’t go behind Melissa’s back, can you? Because it might hurt her. And you can’t hurt someone you love.”

I thought about that. It was all new. I’d never been in love. I didn’t know the first thing about it.

Susan said, “We were so good together last night. We had a real connection, didn’t we? I came here thinking that maybe you might like to be with me instead of Melissa. Especially if… you know, you’ve knocked me up.”

“Uh…”

She sighed. “I guess I was only thinking about myself again. I should have seen it… it’s obvious now.” She forced a smile. “You’re right. We can’t be doing this. I’m sorry for tempting you.” She took a breath and stood. “I’d better get home. And you, big guy, need to get back to Melissa. And tell her you love her. Because I’m pretty sure you do.”

As I sat there and thought while Susan dressed. She kissed me gently and let herself out.

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It was getting dark when I returned to Melissa’s apartment.

“Why are you dressed?” I said when I walked in.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I invited Susan over to eat with us again. I think we all should talk together.”

“Oh, so you… talked to her? What did she say?”

“Not much. She wasn’t at yoga, but I got hold of her later. She says she’s fine with what we did… she was more worried about me. But something’s wrong. I could hear it.”

So Susan had not told Melissa about our afternoon together, or about her possibly being pregnant. I decided that even if Susan didn’t want to, we had to tell Melissa.

When Susan arrived, she said, “What’s this? You’re not running around naked?”

“We don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Susan grimaced. “Guys, it’s your place. You kids like prancing around in the buff, go ahead… it’s not like I didn’t see it all last night.”

“You sure?”

“Go ahead, guys. Besides, I’ve started to enjoy it.”

I looked at Melissa and she shrugged, so I moved behind her. Kissing her neck, I pulled off her top, then kissed and nibbled her exposed shoulders. I held her breasts when I released her bra. Freeing her from her jeans, I stroked her tummy and squeezed her bum, then just wrapped my arms around her from behind, enjoying the feel of her. When it was her turn, Melissa gave me a similar treatment undressing me.

When we were both naked, we glanced at Susan. She had a wistful expression.

“Does he always undress you like that?” she said.

Melissa stroked my cheek. “Most of the time. Sometimes I get dressed just so he can undress me again.”

Susan said, “You… uh, is it all right if I get naked too?”

“If you’re okay with it, go ahead,” said Melissa.

“Can… can he do it?”

I looked at Melissa. She smirked and nodded.

I stepped behind Susan and began stripping her, kissing her shoulders and neck, slowly removing one thing at a time. When I crouched to lower her pants, I kissed her flat tummy that, for all we knew, held the beginnings of our child. The thought was frightening but exciting too.

When I stood up, Susan hugged me, resting her head on me. Her warm body and breasts caused me to stir.

We dimmed the lights and lit candles to make Susan more comfortable, and sat, ate and chatted.

Susan seemed nervous, but I felt sick. I couldn’t stand it. Looking over at Susan I said “Melissa, there might be a problem about last night…”

I told her about Susan’s visit that afternoon and the chance she might be pregnant. Melissa listened in stony silence.

When I finished, Melissa fixed Susan with a cold stare. “You let him fuck you without protection. Then went to see him. Behind my back. And tried to fuck him again?”

Susan looked stricken. “It wasn’t exactly like that… I wasn’t…” She trailed off, searching for a response.

The room seemed chilly as Melissa glowered at her friend.

Susan said, “It was so good last night. There was a spark there… with him. I’m sure there was. I thought… look, I don’t know. When there’s magic with a guy, I go after him. You know me. I was excited. I didn’t even think about you. It was selfish, I know.”

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I came home as quickly as I could after my wife called to tell me that her friend Bruce would be joining us for dinner. She’d been talking about him for some time but I’d never met him. Her eyes would wander off as she told me about his latest project or how he’d helped her with her work or helped her solve a problem. There were times when I wondered if she was having an affair with him, but I was sure that was just wishful thinking. I often found myself fantasizing about sharing her with another man but the reality was that she was probably far too conservative for that sort of a scenario. Still…I was excited to meet him and watch them interact first hand.

I arrived at our house before Bruce and Paula so I took the opportunity to jump into the shower for a quick rinse before dinner.

My mind wandered as the water flowed over my body. I lathered up and rubbed the suds all around my legs, my arms and my torso. I was feeling optimistic about what tonight could bring so I spent extra time washing my cock, balls and my ass. I knew by the way she drifted off when she talked about Bruce that at the very least she’d be hot and ready for love by the time he left. The steam had filled the shower by the time my mind returned to reality so the mirror was fogged as I stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. As the fog cleared I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My cock was responding to my thoughts and was about halfway hard, still pointing downward but certainly engorged. I found it to be a beautiful site as I stood mesmerized for a moment. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out of the bathroom to get dressed for dinner.

As I entered the bedroom I heard the front door close and voices in the hallway. I started to yell “hello” but I stopped and just kept silent. I listened to the voices. It was Paula and I’d have to assume the male voice belonged to Bruce. They were animated and Paula was giggling quite a bit so my curiosity grew. I knew they weren’t expecting me to be home for another half hour or so, so I decided to just listen in to their conversation.

“You know I need this Paula” he said “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“I know honey” Paula replied “but if I take care of you now I don’t know if you’ll be ready again later if my plan works out…” They continued giggling and making inaudible sounds. I could hear shoes and coats coming off and I could tell that whatever was going on was playful. That made me smile.

Now my brain was working overtime! What could she mean? We’re they talking about sex? Was this a dream come true? Would she let me share her with another man? Or better…share another man with me? Or was it just innocent bantering about something else altogether…

I remained silent as Paula and Bruce made their way down the hallway towards our bedroom. I knew I had to hide!

I slipped behind the wardrobe where I could see the whole room in the mirror, but I could not be easily seen. I held my breath as the two of them stumbled into the bedroom, Bruce tripping over his pants which were now down below his knees, and Paula with her panties around her ankles. Both had lost their shirts along the way. They were giggling and kissing, completely oblivious to my presence.

My cock sprang up from under my towel!

In over 20 years of marriage we had, I assumed, been monogamous. (But I confess that for every one of those 20 years I had dreamed of wild, unabashed crazy sex — with both women and men and both!) And now I find myself witnessing my wife’s unfaithfulness. Damn…I could have been doing this all along, I thought to myself.

Bruce reached down and removed Paula’s dress as she stepped out of her panties. They continued to kiss and giggle. Naked now, my beautiful wife dropped to her knees and slid nizip escort her fingers into his waistband. Slowly she lowered his briefs until his beautiful cock sprang to freedom. It stood straight out pointing directly at her face while she finished removing his shorts. She paused and stared directly back at Bruce’s cock.

It was hard as a rock. Seven to eight inches long. As thick as a large banana. Smooth and circumcised. The helmet was large, shiny and purple. His balls hung low and heavy, like two eggs in a sack. His cock just bounced in front of her eyes as she stared.

“It’s as beautiful as I’d imagined” she said as she leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of the tip of his cock. Her hands grasped his thighs as she leaned in further and began to engulf Bruce’s gorgeous manhood an inch at a time until she was swallowing him entirely.

I couldn’t help myself. I grasped my own cock and began to stroke a little.

I watched as my wife impaled her face on this gorgeous penis. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I watched his beautiful manhood slide in and out of Paula’s face. I was jealous because she’d never shown such enthusiasm for sucking on my cock, but I was also jealous because at this moment I wanted with all my heart and soul to experience what she was experiencing…I wanted to know what that gorgeous cock felt like in her mouth…what it would feel like in MY mouth!

I stroked harder as Bruce began to moan.

I was now so focused on watching his cock slip in and out of my wife’s beautiful face that I didn’t even notice her eyes had caught a glimpse of me in the mirror. I watched her hands caress his balls and stroke his shaft. I watched as she pulled back and just stroked with long slow milking strokes, first towards her face and then, slowly, she turned him so he was pointing directly towards me! She continued to milk his beautiful cock as I felt my own precum dripping over my fist as I stroked myself.

A droplet of fluid formed on his pee hole. Paula slid back to where she could make direct eye contact with me. I froze.

“Come here Bryson. I know you want it.” She said softly as her eyes pierced my soul. “Just give it a lick, like this” she said as she washed Bruce’s cockhead with her tongue. His cock shined with the mixture of his cum and her saliva.

She stoked some more and motioned me closer with her eyes.

“I know you’ve wanted this for a long time and Bruce and I knew you were home when we got here. Your clothes are on the bed!… so quit being shy and come down here and give him a lick with me!”

I was dumbfounded. I had no choice but to admit she was right and submit to my desires.

I felt numb as my towel dropped and I stepped forward to join my wife at the feet if this beautiful man. For so long I’ve dreamed of having a real cock in my mouth. My loving wife was presenting me with the opportunity that I’d been dreaming of.

“Now let’s see if you can really suck a cock” she said satirically…

She pointed the shiny purple tip of his cock towards my lips as she continued to milk him. Another droplet formed and I couldn’t resist. I had to do this! I looked Paula in the eyes as she guided his cock towards the tip of my tongue.

I parted my lips and put the tip of my tongue on the droplet and I continued to engulf the head of his cock in my mouth!

As my mouth opened to accept the helmet of Bruce’s cock my tongue washed all around it. I could taste the mildness of his precum and I could feel it mix with my saliva making his bulbous cockhead feel so smooth and slippery on my tongue. I was amazed at how hot it felt in my mouth and how much just the head of his cock filled my mouth.

“Ohhhh… taste that cock Bryson. Be the cocksucker odunpazarı escort you’ve been wanting to be.” Paula whispered to me as she licked at his shaft and balls.

She moved my hands up to his shaft and told me to stroke him as I suck. Then she backed away to where she could have a better look at my efforts. She continued to massage his legs and butt as she watched me experience my first cocksucking.

“Now stroke him and take his cock deeper into your mouth” she said “I want to see you be a good little cock sucker…”

She smiled as I began to suck him deeper into my mouth. I could taste his nectar

as he leaked a steady flow of precum now. I was slowly taking him deeper into my throat with each stroke until I felt his pubic hair tickling my nose as his throbbing cock probed deep into my throat. I amazed myself with my ability to engulf his entire member.

“It looks like you’ve been practicing!” Paula said with a giggle.

I was slobbering all over him. Slurping and sucking noises filled the room. The taste, the manly scent and the fullness and heat in my mouth, the weight of his balls in my hand…my senses were in overload as I stared into Paula’s eyes.

She continued to encourage me as I moved my hands down from his shaft to his balls and I tugged gently as I continued to deep throat him. I ran my finger nails up the back of his ball sack and tickled him all the way back to his rosebud. He began to twitch and flinch.

Paula leaned in and with her lips pushed my mouth back off of Bruce. She gave him a quick suck and turned to me whispering “not so fast…we have more to do here before I let you finish him off…”

As I stared at Bruce’s cock bouncing in the air just in front of my face I felt my wife touch my ass. While we were taking turns licking his shaft, putting his cockhead in our mouths and kissing each other occasionally as we enjoyed Bruce together, I was startled by a cold moist finger as it entered my rosebud and penetrated my ass pushing quickly past my sphincter and probing deep into me. I’d always loved it when she did this to me but this time she really caught me off guard.

I again impaled my face on Bruce’s cock as I became accustomed to the invasion of my ass and mouth simultaneously.

My own cock was now in desperate need of attention.

I increased my tempo on Bruce’s cock, pulling and tugging at his balls as I inhaled his organ deep into my throat over and over again. Feeling his cockhead as it careened in and out of my mouth. The taste of his seed becoming stronger in my mouth. I loved every sensation that I was experiencing right now! A hot throbbing live cock in my mouth and totally under my control. My wife watching my every move intently — and squirming at the sight. The feeling of her fingers probing my ass as I arched my back to give her better access… Oh gawd!! My cock was rock hard and dripping!!

“Alright boys. It’s time to change things up before I lose you two…” Paula said.

She began to stand and pulled me up with her. We all three stood naked together at the foot of our bed. Paula pressed our bodies together. She kissed me, then Bruce. We all leaned in together and kissed and licked at each other’s faces. At some point I found myself locked in a passionate embrace with Bruce. This was something I’d never pictured– but I found it enjoyable and it caused my cock to jump at Bruce.

“Bryson, this is Bruce. Bruce, this is my husband Bryson who I’ve been telling you about.” Paula said as she began to rub our precum soaked cocks together.

She smiled and giggled. “I’m so happy this is working out. I’ve dreamed about seeing the two of you together for months!”

I grasped Paula’s firm ass cheek and pulled her tight against onikişubat escort me “Thank you Paula. You must have known about my curiosity…”

“It’s obvious Bryson. It just took time to find the right man to satisfy it!”

With that she proceeded to lay me on the bed with my ass at the foot.

“Bruce has shared some of his desires with me as well” she said. “One of which is that he’s never fucked anyone in the ass before…”

I heard the familiar click of the oil bottle lid as Paula swung around and positioned herself with her pussy straddling my face. Her beautiful pussy glistened above me, wet with anticipation. I leaned up and began to lick at her vulva — both as a show of appreciation for putting this together, but also as a distraction from the fear of what may soon be happening!

For years I’ve loved butt plugs and I even have an anal dildo… but letting a real live man into my ass is still terrifying!

I felt warm oil being applied to my cock, then to my balls and finally I felt generous amounts being spread around and into my ass. The feeling was so luxurious. My wife on my face and Bruce standing at the foot of our bed. They were both massaging and applying oil to my groin and ass. My cock was so hard now I knew I could blow at any moment! I increased my intensity on my wife’s delicious pussy, lapping at and sucking her folds and crevasses, my nose now probing her rosebud. She was squirming and beginning to moan.

I felt a white-hot probe applying pressure to my anus.

I froze for a moment in anticipation. I felt terrified. Would I be able to accommodate a real cock? Would the pain be too intense? What if…

The answers came quickly as Bruce pushed firmly but slowly against my sphincter. He paused and lifted my knees up over his shoulders. Paula let out a moan as she witnessed her boyfriend line up to impale her husband’s ass with his beautiful cock. She grabbed my cock and pulled my balls up out of the way of her view.

Bruce pushed again gently. He was so hard and his cock felt so hot on my anus.

In a flash he was in. I was accepting him! I felt the stretching of my sphincter and there was certainly some pain, but not as intense as I feared and it faded into pleasure almost in an instant.

I began to breathe again as he slowly worked his magical tool in and out of my butt. He pushed deeper with each motion until I had taken his entire cock deep inside my bowels.

I was in heaven.

I lapped furiously at Paula’s pussy as she squirmed and moaned and ground herself on my face. Her juices flowing freely now as she approached orgasm.

Bruce was now pounding my ass with his hips slapping on my buttocks. He reached down and began pulling at my cock and stroking in a rhythm with his pounding of my ass.

That was it! My cock began spewing. I could feel my orgasms springing from so deep inside of my rectum. I felt as if I could cum forever. I’d never before experienced such an intense series of orgasms. It seemed to last forever!

Paula had succumbed to her own orgasm as she rode my face and screamed out to Jesus in ecstasy.

Then I felt Bruce begin to unload in my ass. He let out a great moan as he emptied his seed deep into my bowels. He too seemed to cum forever! He continued to pound me as I filled with his heat and wetness.

Paula slowly lifted herself off of me and slid down beside me. We kissed passionately as Bruce’s orgasm subsided. He slipped out of me as Paula and I kissed. Paula looked up at Bruce and motioned him down to join us.

Bruce laid himself on top of me. Our bellies awash in my splattered cum. He looked me deep in the eyes and we fell into a passionate kiss. As we kissed I felt a special bond that I’d never anticipated… Until you’ve been taken by a man you just have no way of knowing the pleasure of giving yourself entirely. It’s an indescribable feeling of emotion. Now I understand the look Paula has on her face after we make love.

Paula smiled softly as the three of us melted into one.

“Well?” She asked “Do you like him? Can we keep him?”

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“Dude did you see Tina Harrison in those shorts now that’s an ass,” Tyler said.

Usually when the guys started talking about girls I try to tune them out. I already have a girlfriend and she was the only one I imagined myself with. Not some slutty girl who’s faker than her butt. The boys’ lockeroom was hot and steamy. I didn’t want to rush Tyler but I really needed a ride.

Josh laughed obnoxiously at something Tyler said. I just didn’t understand why everyone thought he was so damn funny. Like shit he’s no Bernie Mac. Tyler is an asshole, but we are best friends. But nowadays it’s getting harder to excuse his behavior.

“Can we go now,” I said irritated.

“Damn don’t twist your panties too much,” Tyler sneered playfully.” They make you cranky.”

Everyone laughed, glad that their not on the receiving end for a change. Tyler was a bully and everyone knew it, but no one dared called him one.

Dressed we both walked out and into the school hallway, mostly everyone was gone. Except for students with after school activities. We’re outside and the sun is out for a change. Tyler stops to talk to every freaking one who calls his name. I’m so tired and angry.

I didn’t want to be late for my tutor. I was failing English in a big way and my teacher Mr. Moore told me that he could find someone to help me. At first I didn’t want to do it, none of my friends had after school help and they would without a doubt tease me.

But cumra escort after the third D in a row I was desperate. And I really wanted to graduate this year. And that was when I met Shane. Tyler finally hauled ass and we both drove toward my house. Shane was probably waiting for me and I felt guilty. He gave up his time to help me, and I didn’t want him to think I was ungrateful.

We pulled up my driveway and I could see Shane sitting on my porch. I peaked at Tyler who had a look of disgust on his face. I walked up to Shane who was writing in his journal.

The loud roar of Tyler’s truck startled Shane. Tyler peeled off and I just stood there like a creeper. I never admitted this to anyone, but I think I am in love with Shane. I’m not gay but I couldn’t explain that even though I have a girlfriend Shane ran through my mind more than she did.

Heather and I were fifteen when we started dating. Being with her was so easy and natural. But I never felt this intense passion for her. Seeing her laugh at my stupid jokes didn’t make me shiver with delight. Fuck seeing her wink didn’t set my cock on fire with want or lust.

Shane did all those things. I’m eighteen now and everything I thought I knew about us was completely warped by Shane. He made me see more, and the most scary part about this was he had no idea. I felt like I known him forever and not for three months.

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“It’s fine I just got here,” he said.

I unlocked the door and we set up where we usually studied in my bedroom. Shane sat on the bed and I set at the desk. He was right behind me barely a foot away. His scent made my cock twitch.

“Okay let’s start,” he said.

I listened at first but slowly I began to just stare at him. His soft full lips, his dark blue eyes. His slender frame bended over my broad shoulder. His messy dark hair was shoulder Length and wavy.

I knew he was gay because he came out last year. He is so brave and adorable. I wish I had even a little bit of his courage. I scratched my head trying to force myself to pay attention. My tousled blond hair was moist, he smiled when he noticed me messing with my hair.

And just like that I knew that I had to tell him. I wanted to kiss him, badly. Nights I wondered what he would taste like, would he feel soft or smooth. Fuck just say something. No kiss him, do it now.

“Ash are you okay?” He asked me.

“Um no Um yes,” I stuttered.

“Is this about your friends giving you crap for hanging out with the homo?” He said sadly.

“No,” I said. Come on your losing him.

I grabbed his face and I kissed him. It was awkward at first because he was behind me but I turned and I kissed him. His skin was warm, I darted out my tongue and I tasted datça escort him. Peppermint.

His mouth was motionless at first and then two seconds later he was kissing me back.

He climbed on to my lap and I kissed his neck and his collarbone. He moaned and I rubbed circles into his back. He pulled away and he looked at me questioningly. But any doubt he had I washed away when I held him lovingly. I whispered sweet endearments into his ear. He unzipped my jeans and my heart stopped. He wrapped his small hand around my bulge. I was so hard that my boxer briefs felt like a prison, confined. I leaned back and I groaned when his skillful hand worked me. He fisted my cock and his hand went up to the tip and down to the base.

I mashed my face into his hair as I cried with pleasure, precum leaked out making it easier for him. I was wet and panting, he just looked into my eyes and I was gone. He massaged my balls and I knew I was coming. We kissed and I came so hard and fast. Semen hit my chin and shirt, he had a smirk on his face and I wondered what his lips around my cock would feel like.

“Should I?” I said worrying how I was going to reciprocate.

“Tomorrow,” he said while seductively stroking my soften cock. “I want this inside me.”

My mouth dropped at the mention of sex with a man. And shockingly it turned me on just talking about it. He left and I quickly cleaned myself up. Tomorrow. The word was simple but it meant so much. My smile was huge throughout dinner, mom asked me why I seemed so happy today.

I smiled and I coyly shrugged. “Just excited about tomorrow I guess.”

“Really what’s happening tomorrow?” Mom said curiously.

“I can’t say, but I feel like it’s going to be amazing.

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Mein 40. Geburtstag

Die bisher beteiligten Personen, vielleicht kommen noch einige hinzu:

Silvia, Mutter und Geburtstagskind, Erzählerin, 39 Jahre

Georg, Ehemann und Vater, 40 Jahre

Daniel Sohn von Silvia und Georg, 20 Jahre

Sabine Tochter von Silvia und Georg, 19 Jahre

Sandra, Schwester von Silvia, Mutter, 39 Jahre

Karl, Ehemann und Vater, 42 Jahre

Andrea Tochter von Sandra und Karl, 19 Jahre

Jens, Sohn von Karl und Sandra, 18 Jahre

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Als ob ich das nötig hätte.

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

Aber das war nicht immer so gewesen.

Langeweile

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

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

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

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

Natürlich versuchten wir unser Sexleben wieder aufzupeppen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manchmal dachte ich ja es liegt an mir.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jetzt war ich die einzige Frau mit BH am Tisch.

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

Ich nahm mir vor, ihn später danach zu fragen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Das wollte er also.

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

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

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

Davon wollte ich zukünftig viel mehr haben.

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

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

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

Manchmal wünschte ich mir, er wäre etwas größer.

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

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

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

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I became the sex slave of two big-cocked masters in Bangkok. Not simultaneously. Neither would have acceded to shared control. But one after the other. I tried to fight them off initially, but once they had nailed me to the quick and bathed me in their cum, I went docile and let them do whatever they wanted with me.

I was not a promiscuous submissive—well, not before I arrived, traumatized, in hedonist Bangkok in 1976, having been chased all across Southeast Asia by forces that wanted to kill me. But I was a submissive to men, and, whether or not I wanted to admit it, to big-cocked, dominating men.

I was a field reporter for UPI, the international news agency. I was in Saigon in April of 1975 to report the fall there. I had been in Phnom Penh, until the last, earlier in that same month to cover the invasion there. I even made the bloody coup in Bangladesh in August of that year, being confined to my quarters for seven months afterward, not sure whether I would be freed to leave or put on trial under suspicion of being a CIA spy. The coup had been credited to that Agency.

I was dumped out in Bangkok in the spring of 1976, glazed-eyed, jittery, and contemplating death—in time to stand at the gates of Thammasart University on October 6th to watch the Thai Army mow down the students and hang their ringleaders from tree branches and set their bodies on fire on the Saram Luang parade ground in a failed democracy coup before the Thai king opened the gates of his palace to give what remained of the students sanctuary.

I should have been pulled home, but instead, I fought off the horrors of what men could do to each other by pulling up the latent desires I had suppressed over the years, finding the gay bars of the city, and spiraling to the heights of licentiousness in a giddy “whatever brought short-term pleasure” unleashing of desire, celebrating life as long as I was able to live. A gay bar with active sexual activity was not hard to find in Bangkok in the mid ’70s—nor is it now, for that matter.

I had been fucked before, mostly during times of tension in military situations in Vietnam and Cambodia, where desperate men clung together, not knowing if there would be a tomorrow. The soldiers were fit, virile, and as needy as I was. These invariably were furtive couplings on the moist ground or on cots in tents, still fully dressed in combat gear, which started with hugs, furtive kisses and then occasionally moved to mutual hand jobs or blow jobs. On rare occasion it ended, with the sound of unnerving and desperation-inducing gunfire near or far, with the fumbling of belts and zippers. And with me turning my face to the open tent flap to eye the bursts of light and sound of the restless night “out there,” while, hard and throbbing, he entered me from behind, deep, and held me close. Both of us striving to forgot where we were in the pain-pleasure of the ultimate connection and intimacy that can exist between two frightened men. Usually, as keyed up as we were, it took no more than five thrusts, and his cock was withdrawing and he was adding his cream to the buildup of other stains on the material of my fatigues. It gave us relief from what was happening around us for that moment in time—and a release of the tensions of our bodies.

It wasn’t sex as much as it was calming therapy—a statement that, among so much death, the two of us still lived—that we still could shoot our loads. That we could receive pleasure and release of tension even under these circumstances, no matter how brief or fleeting.

But I never engaged in sex regularly before I went whole hog with it as therapy for war shock in one of the back rooms of a Bangkok club. I had drunk far too much and let men touch me far too intimately when The Major, a heavily muscled, hung, black bull, who was assigned to JUSMAG—the Joint U.S. Military Advisory Group—got his cock in me in a struggle that was both emotional, made moot by my being half drunk and him being a massive, muscular soldier, and physical, as I had never taken a man as thick and long as he was. I continued to struggle weakly and ineffectually when he was fully saddled and pounding my ass, but once his cream flooded me deep, I lay there, docile, panting, and watching him with my eyes.

I had convinced myself that I’d only done it in the field as a form of desperation and an escape from the horrors of combat. I had reasoned with myself that I wasn’t really “that way”—that I didn’t need it. The Major took any guilt from the act in the back of the Bangkok club away from me. He gave me no choice. I didn’t give him anything. He took it. At least that first time.

He stood away from me after he’d unloaded, the huge meat of him hanging between his legs, dripping his cum, still half hard, and stared down at me with the unspoken question of “What will you do next?”

“Do you want to leave?” he asked me in a gruff voice.

I pulled myself up on the bed in the room and, panting hard, turned onto my back, bent and spread my legs, rolled up my pelvis, and grabbed for and spread my butt cheeks, çerkez escort showing the massive black bull standing over me a still-gaping hole, dribbling with cum, that The Major had just reamed to his specifications. With a low, guttural laugh and a “I didn’t think so,” he came down on his knees between my thighs, possessed me again with his cock, and fucked me deep. I lay docile, under him, no struggle or resistance now, completely open to him, while he fucked me again—and again. Signaling full surrender, as he held me to him with an arm under my waist, I let my torso recline back on the bed and my arms open wide, in defeat, and resting docilely on the surface of the bed.

He took me home to his walled house off Sathorn Road and fucked me through the night, dominating me with his muscular, fit, virile, and vigorous body and his ever-ready big, black cock, daring me to resist. His sex slave now, I just lay there and took everything he did to me.

After that, I was his. He could do anything he wanted with me. When he entered a room, I went down on my back and opened my legs for him. I denied him nothing. Once at a pool party at his house, I lay on a pool bed and opened my legs to eight men in succession—simply because The Major told me to—and because he wanted to brag to other men that he possessed a sex slave.

When he was unexpectedly assigned away from Bangkok, I didn’t mourn, though. I resolved that never again would I be sex slave to a cruel master, no matter how well-hung he was, and I substituted going to a gym for the trips to the gay clubs. It was a gym for gay men, though.

* * * *

I put my efforts to releasing tension and blocking out the situation in Southeast Asia, to the extent my job allowed, by toning up my body again. I had come to Bangkok trim, well-muscled, and cut, from moving in the field with soldiers and exercising constant in my Bangladesh confinement. I was in as good a shape as any twenty-five-year old could be. The Major had said that he was drawn to me not only by my looks but also by my toned body. I hadn’t gone to fat since coming to Bangkok, but I wanted to be in top shape again. So I applied myself to the muscle-building machinery of the gym floor, tempered with the cleansing of the sauna, and the release of the Thai-particular massage.

The Thai masseurs at the club gave full-body massages, which invariably concluded with an oiled dick, tension-relieving hand job and balls squeeze. The hand job came with the regular contract and supposedly was based on the claim that a release of old semen to make way for fresh was good for the body and thus a legitimate part of massaging it. For a bit more money in the contract, which we weren’t told about but had to learn by word of mouth or by following the moans and peeking in on massages in progress, the masseur would give you a blow job, would ride your cock, or, if you were inclined, would dildo or fuck you. It seemed that any masseur—all Thai men—at the club was prepared to fulfill any of the contract specifications.

I hadn’t known about the extra contract options when Kassem became my regular masseur, and I even opened my eyes wide from a pleasant doze near the end of my first massage, when, the rest of my body oiled up, Kassem started oiling up my cock and assured me that, yes, he would be stroking until I ejaculated and that this was part of the regular massage—releasing tensions and clearing the balls, which also were oiled and had the cum teased out of them by hand manipulation.

Kassem’s massages progressed to more sensual services over the year without my having to add to the contract, once I’d found out about the option. I didn’t even have to think whether I wanted to pay extra for the option. I was still being fucked regularly after The Major was transferred—it was just in more casual settings avoiding a strong dominator and with more normal-sized cocks. And slowly, although Thailand was still under curfew in the wake of the October 6th coup, the tensions of wartime coverage were seeping away from me. But Kassem added the extra service on his own. During one massage he was complaining to me that his mother’s kitchen had burned down. Thai country houses often had the kitchen separated from the main house for this exact reason. I asked him how much it would cost to rebuild and that perhaps I could loan him the money (which I took as a hint to offer when he’d told me the story to begin with). The cost was less than $100 in U.S. terms.

“Hell, I’ll give you the money,” I said. And, bowing his gratefulness, he said he’d work the amount off. At the end of the massage, as I came close to an ejaculation from the stroking of the oiled cock, Kassem finished with a balls-squeezing blow job. The next time, with me on my back, and his hand having worked me into an erection—more of an erection, I should say, as the regular massage invariably gave me an erection—Kassem came up on the table, straddled my cock, and rode me to that evacuation of my balls that I was told the gym routinely and unabashedly ceyhan escort ended massages with. Thereafter, Kassem established a revolving routine for ending my massages: hand job, blow job, cock ride, hand job, blow job, . . .

The gym workout part of the contract didn’t become the focal point of my continued membership—the massages did. I liked the workouts on the machines, but I didn’t particularly like the attention I was given by the other gym members and the temptation this entailed. The gym was completely gay men; Bangkok in the ’70s was all-out “anything goes as long as it’s pleasurable” hedonist. I could be on a weight machine huffing and puffing from raising weights, and a couple could be right beside me on a weight bench, fucking. Invariably fucking—sometimes double penetration—was going on when I entered the sauna. The signal for wanting company or not in the individual shower cubicles was whether you closed the shower curtain or not.

I could resist most guys, but after the black bull major and having learned to take him, I found myself attracted to other tall, muscular, hung, arrogant, demanding, and possessive men—exactly the ones I was determined not to give my life over to ever again.

Magnus Amundsen was just such a man, and he took up a campaign to get his cock inside me. The Norwegian UN contingent military officer—in Bangkok to protect the interests of various UN offices in the city during the unrest in Southeast Asia—was a six foot seven, 240-pound, forty-plus year-old Zeus, with the hardest of muscular bodies and an “I’m God, open your legs for me” attitude.

When I was on the exercise floor when he was there, he saw himself as my spotter. I permitted him this role far beyond when I realized what he wanted. He aroused me and scared me at the same time. I knew he was a dominator, but I couldn’t allow myself to fall under the sway of another The Major.

I knew he was monster hung because he left his shower curtain open and made sure he was working his cock anytime I walked past. I knew he was a cruel dominator because I heard the groans and moans of his masseur whenever Amundsen was being given a massage at the next cubicle over from where Kassem was working my muscles. And Kassem told me that Somdet was the masseur of choice for Amundsen because he was the one who could sheath the man’s cock least painfully.

I knew he came here to fuck young men—there was nothing about his own body that could be developed or enhanced further—because he had fucked a young Canadian on the bench press next to where I was doing squats soon after I started at the gym, and I’d walked into the sauna on a later date to see him spiking an American teacher from the International School.

I knew he wanted me, because, increasingly, his spotting included touching and fondling me more than being there to keep a barbell from falling on me or me falling off the parallel bars. He also always seemed to be coming in or out of the shower when I was, and flashed me with his huge cock. I let that go too long, probably. Just as he made sure that I knew how low he hung and how hard he could get, he learned far more than was necessary about me one evening. He had me kneeling on one knee, my other foot on the ground, on a bench on the exercise floor. I had been doing curls with pretty heavy weights, and he was close behind me, supposedly spotting me. As I set the weight down, I realized just how close behind me he was.

Amundsen exercised as much in the altogether as one could get without being naked. He wore a jock strap and gym shoes without socks. He was an exhibitionist. He wanted all of the men to see how beautiful his body was—perhaps as a goal for all of them to strive for. I saw it as advertising, though. I think that’s why he was pursuing me. For all other submissives working out at the gym, he had to do no more than stand before them, hands on hips, and give them the eye and they’d lay down on a bench and open their legs to him, even though they knew they’d be screaming bloody murder at the effort to take his cock. I didn’t respond this way. So, I was a challenge.

And here he was behind me, thinking, no doubt, that this was his time to make a move. He embraced me with his arms, one hand cupping my chin and pulling my head back into the hollow of his shoulder, the other hand pushed under the waistband of my gym shorts where he was hefting and measuring the size and weight of my balls, discovering my cock was cut, and finding that he could encircle the base of my cock with his big hand and rub the side of the bulb with the tip of his index finger when I was still hardening. I certainly could feel the hardness at his cock at my back through the jock pouch.

I was struggling against him, at least until he started stroking my cock inside my gym shorts, which made him laugh. Any minute he’d have me bent over the bench, surrounded by all the other guys working out on the floor, and would be banging me in a doggy fuck. How embarrassing it would be, considering the judgment I’d ceylan escort passed on other young men I’d seen letting him fuck them in public. I couldn’t give in to him, I knew. He was just another form of The Major. I couldn’t let him get inside me deep and bathe me in his cum. I didn’t want to be a slave solely to one man again.

Someone laughed a hee haw laugh out at the reception desk, which startled Amundsen and allowed me to slip out of his grasp and stumble back to the changing room, foregoing the massage and a shower—just needing to get away, to avoid the temptation heaving through my body to just go back, lie on a bench, spread my legs, and let Amundsen have his way with me.

He didn’t prevent me from leaving the gym that night, but he followed me back to my apartment, me in one tuk tuk and he in another. I was aware he was there. When I reached my third-floor apartment, I dared not turn on the lights. I went to a window overlooking the street and watched him, leaning against a lamp post, smoking a cigarette, and looking up at my building. He remained there for an hour. I remained at the window, stroking my cock. I didn’t really think I took a breath all of the time he stood there. I was warring with myself—leave him standing there or admit the inevitable and bring him back up to the apartment, to my bed, to deep inside me?

I had seen him fuck other young men. I knew he would fuck me as roughly, as totally. I shivered at the thought, whether in anticipation or fear, I dared not contemplate.

No more than a week later, I was in the sauna, a towel wrapped around my hips, when Amundsen entered. Two men were fucking over in the corner, and I had been about to leave, but Amundsen placed his large and powerful body between me and the sauna door. He gave me a cruel smile and let his towel drop. His body was achingly magnificent, his cock in half erection. He stood there for maybe twenty seconds, making sure I took in his body and his rising need and determination. Then he reached over and snatched my towel away.

He laughed, knowing I would be hard—and I was. I was aching for him.

“You want me; don’t pretend you don’t,” he growled.

If he had come to me—into me—there, in the sauna, I would have spread my legs, rolled up my buttocks, and received him. Instead, though, another young man, the Canadian, entered the sauna, naked, perched up on the shelf on the wall to the left, and spread his legs. Amundsen gave me a grin and then turned, crouched down, thrust his cock inside the Canadian, and started to pump. The Canadian flopped about in ecstasy under the assault, his eyes bugging out and his mouth formed in a big O.

I fled the sauna, padding quickly to the shower cubicles, jerked the curtain closed behind me in one of them, turned the shower on, and masturbated to completion under the jet of water. I arrived at the massage cubicles twenty minutes early, a towel around my waist, and had to wait on one of the lounges in that section’s waiting room for Kassem to be free.

Kassem’s massage was thorough. I was hard throughout, and he kept giving me little strokes to keep me hard all the time that he was working the other body parts. I was so oiled up that I was afraid I’d slide off the table. There was nothing amateur about a Thai body massage. Everything was worked hard and everything felt so much better after the masseur had finished torturing it. The same could be said of the cock and balls—and for the little special thing Kassem always did for me.

Tonight he massaged my front first, and after he’d worked over everything on this side, he latched onto my hips and pulled me to the end of the board. This wasn’t difficult as heavily oiled as I was. He bent and spread my legs, placing the feet down at the outer and bottom edges of the table. He encircled my cock with one hand and started a slow stroke, and, in that special little thing he did for me, he entered my ass with a finger of his other hand. I sighed and moaned. A second finger went in. This sometimes was done before, but not usually. But it was pleasurable. He was able to find and give attention to the prostate. His mouth came down on the cock head, and he had started sucking me off. My sensations focused on the cock, so that I wasn’t really aware that the third and forth fingers had gone in until I felt his knuckles at my rim. Kassem had long, sensuous fingers, a thin but strong hand. More than one finger was working my prostate. He took his mouth off the cock, which he had been deep-throating, and, one after the other, swallowed my balls, and sucked on them.

My pelvis-thrust-up ejaculation reached for the ceiling of the room.

The hand was pulled out of my ass, and he told me to turn over on my belly and scoot up the table. He gave a deep massage to my arms, my back, and legs, but he didn’t spend as long on them as usual. Instead, he kneaded my butt cheeks until I wanted to scream, parted them, and blew on my hole. I tensed up and he told me to relax. He ran his fingers over the hole and thumped it with a finger tip until I did let the tension flow out of my body and felt my channel opening, the entrance going slack. The lubed fingers went back in the hole and he was moving them in and out, at first slowly and then more rapidly. I moaned and reached back with my hands to spread my cheeks and the hole opening.

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Der restliche Nachmittag verlief ohne Besonderheiten.

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

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

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

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

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

„Muss das sein, warum weckst Du mich?”

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

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

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

„Und du wirst es keinem verraten?”

Jetzt war Katja an der Reihe zu stottern.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stefan schaute sie fragend an.

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

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

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

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

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

Stefan hatte gespannt zugehört und stellte jetzt fest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alle anderen mussten entweder zur Schule oder gingen arbeiten.

Zufrieden drehte sie sich um und schlief ein.

Fortsetzung folgt (diesmal bestimmt schneller)

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

Andreas konnte hören wie seine Mutter es sich selbst besorgte.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So gegen 18 Uhr kam dann Sybille heim.

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

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

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

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

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

„Ist irgendwas, Liebling?” fragte sie ihn.

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

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

„Jaja, die waren gut…”

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

„Nein, lass mal…”

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

„Was denn…?” kam es von ihr.

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

„Und? Was siehst du da so…?”

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

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

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

„Da ist doch etwas…” sagte er.

„Hm? Was denn, Schatz?”

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

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

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

„Ach nur so aus Neugier.” meinte er.

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

„Kann ich sie mal sehen?”

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

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

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

„Und wie stellst du dir das vor?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sybille wurde ein wenig rot.

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

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

„Und was?”

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

Sybilles Augen waren weit und ihr Mund stand offen.

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

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

Andreas’ Mutter wusste nicht wohin sie schauen sollte.

„Es tut mir Leid…” sagte sie leise.

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

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

Andreas wollte es nun wissen.

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

Sybille sah Andreas an. Sie fühlte sich ertappt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Ich … ich weiß es nicht genau …”

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

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

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

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

Sybille sah Andreas an und nickte.

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

Sie schloss die Augen und musste nicken.

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

Sybille fing leicht an zu zittern, aber sie nickte.

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

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

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

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

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

Nach einer kurzen Bedenkzeit äußerte er sich.

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

Sybille traute sich langsam wieder etwas zu sagen.

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

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

„Also ich … weiß nicht …” meinte Sybille.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Er drehte sich um und ging in sein Zimmer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think it’ll work out,” said Alex.

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

“What do we do now?” asked Alex.

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

“Watch out for rattlesnakes,” said Alex.

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

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

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

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

Rob laughed.

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” asked Rob.

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

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

“I suppose.”

“Did you ever do anything with your friend?”

“Do what?” Alex was flustered.

“Hook up. Fool around.”

“No!”

“Did you ever want to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Psycho?” asked Alex.

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

Alex shivered and drew the drapes closed.

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

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

“So, what do you think?” asked Rob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

(To be continued)

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“Cross!” yelled Michael.

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

“Pssht… You’re no fun.”

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

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

“Forgot!” Michael yelled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do your BALLS flip-flop?

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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