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Finale, part 1 of 2: Summer’s End

The cool, beaded sweat on the outside of the beer bottle wet my palm as I raised it to my lips, squinting behind my sunglasses. I swallowed a refreshing gulp of the golden suds and let out a satisfied sigh. Summer was beginning to wane, but the late August afternoons remained with a lingering warmth.

I set my beer down on the small table next to my lounger and linked my fingers behind my head. The girls were spread out in front of me engaged in their various activities: Amy lying on a towel on the grass reading what looked like a textbook, wearing a long, white tee, Holly and Aysha floating in the pool supported by foam noodles, their bikini-clad breasts bobbing on the surface of the water, and Emma to my right, flipping through a magazine, her upper arm subtly jiggling her bust with every turn of the page.

It was a typical summer Saturday afternoon. Me and the girls had spent many days like this in the back yard of Carmen’s palatial home: swimming, drinking, relaxing, and of course every manner of sexual activity. Today, however, there was a subtle tension in the air, like the green bikini string pulled taught between Emma’s enormous breasts. In the lead-up to the girls’ imminent departure to college, they had become irritable and catty. The question on everyone’s mind remained unspoken: who would get to spend the last day with me?

There was only one weekend left before the girls were off to pursue their scholastic endeavours (not to mention their sexual endeavours, no doubt), and try as I might, I couldn’t foresee a scenario with which all of the girls would be happy. I knew a decision had to be made which would potentially alienate all but one girl, and ran the risk of causing conflict between them. I had considered so many different options, but ultimately I knew I would have to choose; that or remove myself from the situation completely. And let’s face it: the option of abstaining from possibly my last opportunity to be with one of these beautiful teenage girls was simply not an option. Although I was not above being selfish, at least I wasn’t lying to myself.

While the other girls seemed distracted, Emma looked up from her magazine, took a quick glance at her friends, then spoke to me softly.

“Hey, um… what are you doing next weekend?”

I was opening my mouth to reply when she hastily pushed on.

“‘Cause it’s the last weekend before I go back to college and I’d love to spend it with you,” she finished, lifting her oversize sunglasses to her head and looking at me pleadingly with her big brown eyes.

There it was. Decision time.

The truth was, Emma and I had become quite close over the summer. Since she was staying at Carmen’s and not her mother’s place, she had much more freedom than the other girls, and we had even had a few dates, going to see a film, having the occasional meal out, going for drives in the country, or trips to the beach. There was a silent acknowledgement that we were not exclusive, but we kept our sexual escapades limited to Emma’s group of friends. The fact that the girls’ mothers had also been involved somehow remained a fragile secret, likely due to the perceived backlash one might receive should it be discovered that they had had a threesome with me and their mum, even if-strictly speaking-nothing incestuous had occurred.

I cleared my throat and prepared to bite the bullet.

“Of course, I’d love to, Em,” I said with a warm smile.

Her delighted grin eclipsed mine, then I saw her eyes flick to her friends, unable to conceal a silent gloat.

The decision was made. Now I just had to wait for the fallout. I wouldn’t have to wait long.

I took another long swallow of the cool brew and caught movement from the pool through the amber bottom of the nearly empty bottle. Holly was emerging from the water like a goddess, her hair slicked back and water dripping off her sensuous curves like a Baroque fountain.

Her bikini was navy with white stripes, her round globes jiggling with her every stride. She smiled as she approached my lounger, kneeling between my legs and leaning over me, shaking her body to drip as much water down onto me as she could. Her breasts shook with her, nearly spilling out over her bikini cups. I jumped a little as the cool drops struck my sun-warmed skin.

“You trying to get me wet?” I asked, peering between her swaying tits.

“You’ve already done it to me,” she replied cheekily as she reached to my stomach and pulled my swim trunks down, taking my soft cock in her cool, wet hand and looking at it curiously.

“No matter how many times I look at this thing it still gets me, like, so fuckin’ horny,” she admitted.

Her pretty hazel eyes remained fixed on my flaccid cock as she began to work her small hand up and down its length, giving it vitality with every slow, deliberate pump.

Emma watched me with mild interest, and Aysha had left the pool, tugging the cups of her white bikini to give her perky breasts even more lift, sitting in erdemli escort the lounger next to me, her elbows on her knees to get a close view of the action, biting her bottom lip. Amy ignored us, but I suspected her cheeks were aglow behind the textbook she was reading.

Pursing her full lips, Holly let a string of spit drool from her mouth onto the head of my cock, distributing it along my shaft with both her hands as if polishing the rung of a bannister. She admired her own handiwork, her nipples hardening under her bikini and poking out like pebbles. I reached down to ease the itch in my palms by filling them with Holly’s generous bosom, but she released my cock and gripped my wrists, pushing them down to my sides against the lounger.

“Uh-uh, baby. Only one thing’s gonna touch these titties,” she chided huskily.

She moved her body closer to mine, her breasts just grazing my chest, then slid them down my firm abs, my cock dipping between them and under the string of her bikini, my glossy tip emerging from her cavernous cleavage.

“Oh! Peek-a-boo, Mr. Big!” she giggled.

Holly began moving her body up and down mine, stroking my cock between her melons, her head tipped back to watch me, her round ass in the air, her hands still on my wrists.

“Damn… I wish I could do that…” said Aysha sadly, pulling her bikini cups down and pushing her tits together, her head tipped down to examine her modest but not insignificant cleavage.

“You don’t have to, like, lose his cock in your tits to make him feel good, Aysh. You know how much he loves it when you tease his tip with your hard nipples, or smack his big dick against them. I mean, even Amy’s little tits can get him off,” explained Holly in her infinite sexual wisdom.

I shrugged. “Size definitely isn’t everything. I’m a tit man, what can I say?”

Amy huffed at Holly, dropping her book down, frowning, but Holly was too busy with me to notice her. Aysha began playing with her nipples as she watched, seeming pacified by Holly’s and my assurances. My hard cock continued its return journey back and forth between the plush mountains of Holly’s cleavage, the bikini string dragging under my shaft and tugging at her cups. On one particularly deep thrust, the string pulled up and over her round breasts, spilling them out onto my stomach.

“Oops! How did that happen?” she giggled again, bringing her hands up to toss her bikini top away and push her tits together, sandwiching my dick between them.

I raised my hands and put them behind my head as she moved her boobs up and down my column, firmly masturbating my phallus within their cushioned embrace. Aysha watched with great interest, but Emma still hardly paid attention, still lazily flipping the pages of her magazine. Eventually, Holly noticed this surprising lack of interest.

“Ok what’s up, Em? Usually when we’re playing with your boyfriend you get all like, jealous.”

Emma’s eyes flashed for a moment before she managed to subdue some internal spark of rage. She flipped another page of her magazine, a tiny smirk at the corner of her lips.

“It’s fine. Go ahead. Fuck his brains out for all I care.” Her voice was even, but had an underlying current of venom.

Stunned, Holly stared at her, her mouth slightly open, then sat up, my cock slipping free of her cleavage. Without breaking her line of sight at Emma, she held my cock pointing straight up and lowered her mouth onto it, sucking the tip, then bobbing her head quickly, allowing my knob to bump the back of her throat as her hand twisted around my shaft.

Once again, Emma’s face betrayed a flash of anger, soon quashed. She turned the page without having read a word.

Holly’s brow furrowed, and I noticed the other two girls pay closer attention, sensing a tension in the air.

Holly pulled back, stroking my cock rapidly, then looked at me.

“What happened? Did you guys, like, break up or something?”

Before anyone had a chance to reply, she continued.

“Oh well. More cock for me then. Come on baby, fuck my tight little throat with that juicy cock.”

She took a deep breath and descended on my pole, taking my entire length into her throat in one bob, her eyes tearing up, her gag response kicking in. The whole time, her goading eyes were locked on her best friend.

Emma turned the page, so hard this time that it ripped out of the magazine.

“Go ahead, but he’s spending all of next weekend with me, so enjoy it while you can, slut!” she blurted out, her cheeks red, her eyes blazing.

Holly pulled back again gasping, spit swinging from her chin as she dribbled down onto her tits. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand as if in slow motion, my cock forgotten.

“What?! What the fuck are you talking about?” said Holly.

Aysha and Amy were now also staring at Emma, waiting for her response.

“He’s spending the last weekend before we go back to college with me,” Emma said simply, defiantly.

“Um, have you even fatsa escort asked him?” Holly looked back at me, her hands on my stomach, her tits bulging between her arms. “Are you going to spend it with her, like, alone?” she asked turning to me, almost sarcastically, as if there were no chance.

Time for the fallout.

“Actually, uh… yeah. Look, I don’t want to cause any-“

“You ARE?!” she said incredulously, then hopped off my lounger so quickly that her tits did a wild dance on her chest. “Well fuck this. I’m not going to suck your cock if you’re going to exclude us from your little lovers’ weekend.”

Holly picked up her bikini top and her towel, then stormed toward the house.

“Come on girls. If he wants just one pussy instead of four, he can have just one pussy!” she said as she strode into the house, not looking back.

Amy had already clapped her textbook shut, and quickly followed behind Holly, scowling at me. Aysha seemed less sure, still sitting in her lounger cupping her tits in her small hands. She looked at Emma, then to me.

“Aysha!” Holly’s angry voice called out from inside the house.

Aysha jumped, her tits jiggling, then stood up and dashed inside, not even covering her bouncing breasts with her bikini.

“That went well,” I said, breaking the awkward silence.

Emma looked at me apologetically. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! But… we had to tell them. I mean…”

“It’s ok,” I assured her, chuckling. “It was going to come out eventually. Better sooner than later.”

Emma put her magazine down and knelt next to my lounger, putting her hands on my chest and looking at me with her big, puppy dog eyes. She must have noticed my slightly crestfallen expression through my casual smile.

“Babe… really, I’m sorry. I know how much you love fucking my friends. You’ve had your own private teenage harem all summer and now I’m taking that away from you.”

Her hand caressed my cheek and I couldn’t help but feel my heart warm. I took her wrist and kissed the back of her hand.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ll enjoy some alone time with you before you go away. Don’t worry about it, Emma. Besides, they’ll forget all about it when they have all that college cock to enjoy.”

“Hmmm… I wonder how I can make it up to you…” she cooed.

Her fingers were wrapped around my spit-soaked cock before I could say a word. It was still semi-hard, and she had it to its full throbbing size in 20 seconds. She knelt between my legs as Holly had, running her fingers along the insides of her bikini cups to casually pull them under her massive tits, letting them fall free in a glorious cascade of round, pink, jiggling breast meat.

She tossed her hair to one side and picked up where her best friend had left off, taking me into her warm, wet mouth and slurping loudly as she bobbed her head, her hand working in concert with her lips, sucking my proud cock in an earnest, enthusiastic, oral apology.

I reached down to fondle her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading them in my palms as she rolled my balls on her tongue, jerking me off firmly. She licked a long swath up the underside of my shaft, then looked me in the eyes as she bobbed, taking me deep as I felt my tip bump the back of her throat. After a minute, she raised her head again, jerking me with two hands.

“So you really don’t mind if it’s just me and you next weekend? I’ll make it worth your while,” she said innocently, kissing my cock head.

I wanted to tell her I was looking forward to it, that I couldn’t wait to spend some alone time with her, but I could see she wanted to play the game a bit.

“Hmm, I’m giving up the chance to be with your three sexy friends, Em. You will have to be extra special for me,” I murmured, stroking her hair.

“I will sir, I promise!” she squeaked, then added, “I promise I’ll be your perfect little slut girlfriend. I’ll do anything you want me to do, sir.”

“Mmm, I’ll hold you to that, baby. I’m looking forward to using my sexy teen girlfriend until you can’t walk straight.”

She giggled and doubled her efforts on my cock, sucking me hard and fast, letting me move my hips to fuck her throat as I approached my climax. As she felt my cock swell, she sat up and put her hands on her thighs.

“Cum on my face, baby. Cum all over your girlfriend’s face!” she cried.

I pushed myself up, standing astride the lounger and taking hold of my bobbing member, stroking it quickly and firmly as I positioned Emma’s face underneath me. She looked up expectantly, putting one hand on her full breast, the other fondling my balls in her fingers.

“Here it comes,” I grunted, and Emma obligingly opened her mouth and extended her tongue, her eyes wide and excited.

I pumped my cock and unleashed a thick rope of semen high into the air. It splashed down on Emma’s forehead and hair, falling behind her head as she flinched. I tipped my cock down and blasted several spurts directly into her pretty face, criss-crossing finike escort her nose, cheeks, and lips, including a few volleys into her open mouth. She moaned and rolled her tongue, licking her lips as my spunk dripped down her visage, over her chin and down onto her tits.

Soon I was empty, my head buzzing and my cock dripping. Emma put her lips over my tip and began cleaning me off, sucking the last few drops from my dick before opening wide again and showing me the milky load on her tongue.

“Em! If you’re quite finished out there I’d like to have a quick word,” called a voice from behind me.

I twisted almost painfully to seek the source, catching only a swish of black hair as the screen door closed. Carmen. Emma shut her mouth and swallowed the whole mouthful in one loud gulp.

“Fuck! I was supposed to clean the kitchen,” she recalled, her cheeks rosy from being caught.

She looked up at me, blinking cum from her eye. “How do I look?” she giggled.

“Gorgeous as always.”

I turned and picked up my towel, handing it to Emma so she could clean my cum from her face and tits, then pulled up my swim trunks and put my t-shirt back on. Emma did what she could, pulling her bikini back up over her beautiful breasts and adjusting them, then getting me to check her over. I walked in and she followed me, meeting Carmen in the kitchen. She was wearing a tight white tank top and short jean shorts, looking hot-which seemed to match her mood.

“What did I ask you to do, Emma?” she said, gesturing angrily to the mess of dishes, food, and empty bottles on the counter tops.

“I’m so sorry, Carmen, I was going to do it but I lost track of time.”

“I don’t ask much of you, Em. I would appreciate a contribution around here once in a while.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do it now. Just let me get changed.”

Em turned to me, standing on her toes to kiss me briefly on the lips before turning and making her way out of the kitchen. As she walked away from us, I could clearly see a long, white streak of semen down the back of her head, sticking to her long hair. I brought my finger to my mouth, biting the nail and wincing. Carmen watched Emma go and saw it too.

“And clean that cum out of your hair!” she called after her, shaking her head.

Emma practically sprinted out of the room as if pushed by Carmen’s words, not looking back.

When Carmen directed her gaze accusingly back at me, all I could do was shrug, my cheeks burning.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, at least,” she said sarcastically.

I read more than anger in her expression though. I saw a hint of jealousy. What I couldn’t decide was whether that jealousy was directed at me, or Emma. She stepped closer to me.

“You’ve fucked Emma, you’ve fucked her friends, and you’ve fucked their mothers. I bet it burns you up inside that you haven’t fucked me yet, doesn’t it?” she said quietly, her eyes contemptuous.

“I’m not greedy, Carmen. Besides, you’re my boss. We have a professional relationship, and I don’t want to make things awkward in the office.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re way past that. I’ve watched you fuck, I’ve even jerked you off onto my friends’ naked bodies, but you haven’t had me. You’ve had teen pussy, and MILF pussy, but you haven’t had my pussy.”

She reached down and squeezed my cock through my swim trunks, and despite having recently cum, I felt a tingle and a swelling there. She was right, of course. Carmen was the forbidden fruit, and I wanted a taste. It was pointless arguing with her, but I had to try to save some face.

“You’re right, I haven’t. And if I know you, you’ll dangle it like a carrot until I’m half-mad with desire. But I’ve come to accept it, so that carrot isn’t quite as juicy as it once was-especially since I’ve got plenty of alternatives available to me.”

It was bold of me to throw it back in her face like that, especially with her hand gripping my cock through my swim trunks like a ski pole, but my hubris had got the better of me. Carmen stepped closer, her breasts grazing my chest as her fingers closed, squeezing me until I was unable to suppress a wince… though I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel a throb in my loins.

“You arrogant prick,” she hissed.

Yet as I looked into her burning, auburn eyes, I felt a sense of respect. Carmen seemed glad to see that I knew how to play the game. It encouraged me, and before I knew it more words began to spill from my lips.

“I think you want something too, Carmen. I can see the way you look at Emma. At her friends. I’m not the only one who enjoys the fairer sex-especially nubile, young college girls. How many times have you pleasured yourself watching that video of me and those teen girls in the bathroom, hmm? How many of those vibrators and dildos have you creamed on while you fantasised about them?”

My mind flinched at itself. What the fuck was I saying?! She’s literally holding my junk in the palm of her hand.

The ensuing silence stretched out for what felt like an eternity, yet Carmen didn’t so much as blink.

Finally, her aggravatingly neutral expression phased into an equally aggravating smug knowingness.

“That’s your problem, sweetheart,” she spoke huskily. “You’re too focused on rattling my cage instead of finding ways to get what you want.”

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Terri gets her first taste of black cock.

Inside the cabin on the king size bed, her knees drawn up and her heels resting on the edge of the bed Terri watched as Ed stepped closer. Her body overflowing with passion as she stared at the thick black cock standing hard and thick from his hairy crotch. Her whole body trembling with anticipation at the thought of experiencing her first black cock.

When Ed finally stood between her smooth white thighs, Terri saw him looking at her fur-covered pussy. She knew that her pussy was already wet inside and her lips were swollen in anticipation and she could hardly wait to experience Ed’s throbbing manhood enter her body for the first time.

She focused in on Ed as he placed his left hand on slight bulge of her stomach; a sign of childbirth, just above her thick patch of blonde pubic hair then slid his thumb down until it came in contact with her sensitive clit causing her to tremble. Then grasping his swollen cock in his right hand he rubbed his thick turgid head up and down her slit causing Terri to tremble and moan. When he pulled away and saw the wetness of her cunt glistening on the head of his cock he knew that she was more than ready to receive him. So he positioned his cock against the outer lips of her pussy and very slowly inched forward, entering her love hole. While the thick head of his dick penetrated her outer lips Terri sucked in a deep breath. Her body trembled as she felt the huge mushroom head of his maleness slowly and inexorably parting the lips of her pussy and slowly inching deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt Ed’s enormous throbbing cock head burrowing its way up into her helpless vagina until finally she had all 5 inches inside her. When Terri felt the enormous cum filled balls of Ed pressed tightly against the firm rounded cheeks of her ass, Ed stopped. He allowed for her pussy to adjust to massive thickness of his cock before he continued on.

“Are you ready for this, Terri?” Ed asked before moving forward.

“OH YES, ED! I’m more than ready, fuck me, please.” Teri replied feeling the thickness of him deep inside her body. Fuck me hard and make me cum!”

Lying there, joined together at the groin, Terri began rotating her hips, slowly at first, then with increased vigor as her pussy adapted to the thickness of the cock that was now lodged inside her pussy. As gaziemir escort she began moving without any discomfort, Ed grasped her upper thighs pulling her ass closer to the edge of the bed. Then very slowly he pulled his cock back out until all that remained was the head inside her pussy. Then very carefully he slipped his prick back inside her pussy until he hit bottom again. That brought about a series of low moans from between Terri’s clenched teeth.

When Ed started his strokes the inside of Terri’s tight pussy with his fat dick it sent shivers of delight through her whole body. With his wide cock working slowly in and out of her cunt she tensed her buttocks and flexed her vaginal muscles around it with all the strength she had while her hips pumped up lewdly to meet him as she had her first climax. Then, with a heavy, low throated groan, she allowed herself to relax even more opening her cunt as wide as she could giving it freely and lewdly to the black man that fucking her. Her intent was to allow him to fuck her as hard and as long as he wanted. She also wanted to feel him when his cock swelled and he pumped his black DNA into her white cunt.

Ed’s thick cock was plunging heavily in and out of Terri’s cunt now. It fucked in and out wetly, glinting with cunt juice as it slid on its lubricated way, sometimes making a lewd sucking sound as it withdrew on the outstroke.

Terri was now moaning and babbling incoherently, her pelvis grinding harder and more desperately into Ed. The only thing that mattered to her now was the fulfillment of her crazily careening desire.

Terri was way beyond control now as Ed fucked with long driving strokes up into her ravaged pink cunt. She felt she was close to complete rapture and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but her rapidly rising orgasm and it felt so strong that she trembled afraid it was going to tear her apart. She opened her eyes wide and the cords in her neck stood out as she grasped Ed with all her might and gasped, “Yes! Yyyyyeeeesssss! FUCK ME! Harder! Stick it up me! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

She lay still as Ed bent over her, fucking her in the cunt. Then suddenly she came a second time with a wild, explosive abruptness, the power of her cum twisting her body about and contorting her beautiful face ecstatically as she tossed and twisted gelibolu escort and writhed like a snake beneath him.

Ed could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against the white buttocks below him. It wouldn’t be long and he began ramming it into her with long hard strokes to excite her even more. He wanted to make sure her first black fuck would be one that she would remember for a long time to come.

He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard!” she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels on his ass. She jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him full opening of her nakedly upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head her face contorted and straining for the final explosion that was so tremblingly near.

“Oh God, fuck harder! I’m cumming!” she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. “I’m cumming!” She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her pink; widely stretched vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wildly uninhibited dance of wildly abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide at the ceiling.

“Oh God, she was getting fucked crazy by Ed and loving it, driving them both toward a hotly wet cum.

A low banshee style scream suddenly formed on the edges of her lips and then pierced through the sounds of the others around them. Their two heavily panting bodies slapped brutally together. Terri’s nostrils flared wide, and she screwed herself up hard as she could on his heavily thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.

She gemlik escort held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as thought hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down onto the firm bed beneath her.

She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his tormented and tortured cock. He pushed deeper into her and then lay still, allowing her to rest for a moment. It was all he could do to keep from continuing to fuck into her limply spread body. He had never in his life seen anything like it. He had never felt anything like it, either. This was the first white woman that he really enjoyed. All the rests were your normal party fucks. He throbbed the muscle of his prick deep in her belly, hoping to bring her to life again.

“That was nice,” she mumbled. “I haven’t ever in my life been fucked like that before.”

“You’re not finished yet.” Ed gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in his balls.

“God,” she murmured in approval, “you held back for a long time.”

“But not any longer,” he breathed hard, “I’m almost there.”

For the second time in less than an hour great swirls of heat were building deep in Ed’s balls and he allowed his hips to pump lewdly. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap as he fucked harder into Terri’s pussy. He groaned then suddenly gasped. The moment was here, and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin ascend up his shaft and gush out in hot thick streams into her greedily sucking pussy.

“FUCK ME! Now! Oh God, fill me with your cum!” She cried out at him kicking her legs back as high as she could. Her groans heaving from her chest as his throbbing prick let loose and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far into the depths of her hungrily trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her …

Then it was over…

For a long while their panting filled the still air of the room. Finally, Ed pulled from between her legs, his limp, sperm-drained cock slipping from her vagina like pulling the stopper from a tub of water. Terri’s legs were still spread as Ed left her, the refreshing air of the cool room now soothing her ravished genitals.

Then she felt herself falling through time, unaware of the fact that her husband was now standing next to the bed staring down at her and her cum dripping pussy.

To be continued in January 2005

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Chapter 1: Getting To Know The New Roommates

Andrea and Nicola giggled as they struggled with their suitcases up to the fourth floor. The elevator didn’t work (they were soon to find out that it was more unusual for it to work than not) and the early September heat in Rome was unbearable, even inside an apartment building that was built to stay cool.

At long last they finally made it to their floor and were just about to start unlocking the door when it opened. Both girls stared when they saw the incredibly good-looking Italian in front of them. He must be the boyfriend of one of their new roommates. The girls said hello and started to enter the apartment when the guy stopped them.

‘Excuse me,’ he said to them. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘We’re moving in,’ replied Andrea. ‘We’re renting a room in here.’

‘You’re what?’ asked the Italian incredulously.

‘We’re moving in,’ repeated Nicola. ‘Are any of the other girls here?’

‘What do you mean by “the other girls”?’ the Italian persisted, still not letting them in.

‘The girls who are renting this apartment.’ Andrea was getting annoyed now, this guy was starting to get on her nerves.’

‘There are no girls renting this apartment! This apartment is let to boys and we’re expecting two boys to show up today!’

‘There must have been some misunderstanding,’ Nicola said. ‘We were sent these keys by the Sisters and we were assured that boys and girls lived separately in the apartments belonging to the church.’

‘That’s right,’ the Italian agreed. ‘And we’re expecting two boys, Andrea and Nicola.’

‘WHAT?’ the girls asked. ‘We’re Andrea and Nicola, and we’re girls!!!’

At that point another guy walked up behind them and asked what was going on. The guy they’d just been talking with started speaking too quickly for them to understand, but it was obvious that he was explaining what was going on. The second guy burst out laughing and motioned for everybody to come inside the apartment and go to the kitchen where they all sat down.

‘I should have known,’ the second guy said in perfect English. ‘It just didn’t occur to me that they wouldn’t know your sex so I didn’t think twice about your names.’

The girls looked perplexed so the guy continued.

‘In Italian the names Andrea and Nicola (he pronounced them in Italian to underline the difference) are boys’ names, our equivalent of Andrew and Nicholas. The Sisters obviously didn’t know that they’re girls’ names in English.’ He explained this in Italian to his friend and all four of them started laughing.

‘Well, people usually call us Reah and Nicki,’ Nicola said when she’d stopped laughing.

‘Pleased to meet you Nicki, I’m Giuseppe and this is Roberto.’

The group started exchanging handshakes and started discussing what to do next. Giuseppe decided that they should call the Sisters and then he and Roberto would help the girls move to their new accommodation. Five minutes later, after talking too fast for the girls to understand, he hung up the phone and started explaining. It was only a few days before the start of the new semester and all student accommodation had been allocated. The Sisters didn’t think anything would become vacant before Christmas.

The girls were devastated. They had been looking forward to their year at the University in Rome for such a long time, and now it seemed as though they’d have to go home. Their scholarships didn’t pay for any private accommodation and neither girl’s parents could afford to pay the astronomic rents in Rome.

Roberto and Giuseppe looked at each other and nodded. They couldn’t throw these pretty girls out on the street. So they girne escort asked the girls to stay put while they went and checked something. The girls didn’t know what else to do so they agreed. Half an hour later the guys came back with two more Italian hunks who were introduced as Enrico and Paolo. The guys explained to the girls that they’d talked things over, and as far as they were concerned the girls were welcome to stay in the room that had been allocated to them until they found something else.

The girls knew that they didn’t have any other options, and after a long trip and with the blistering heat they decided to accept the offer. They were shown to their room where they went and started unpacking. An hour later, having unpacked and showered, the girls were lying on their beds in light summer dresses when Giuseppe knocked on the door and poked his head in.

‘We were wondering if you’d like to come along with us to a bar. We could all get to know each other better over a coffee.’

The girls thought it was a great idea and soon all six of them set off to the bar around the corner where they ordered six coffees. The guys were very entertaining. Giuseppe spoke the best English so he acted as a translator whenever the girls’ Italian or the other guys’ English didn’t cut it. They found out that Enrico and Giuseppe both had girlfriends who studied at other universities. Paolo and Roberto, on the other hand, were free agents and paid very much attention to Nicola and Andrea respectively.

The girls explained that they didn’t have any boyfriends. They were roommates back home and had jumped at the chance of seeing a little bit of the world as part of their studies. Nicola was 5’9″, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her body was slim, with 34B breasts, a 27 waist and 32 hips. Andrea on the other hand was a short and curvy redhead with green eyes and a face full of freckles. She had voluptuous 36D breasts, a 28 waist and 36 hips to her 5’5″. Roberto couldn’t keep his eyes off her cleavage, which was showing off her firm 20 year old breasts without a bra.

As it got late the girls reclined the guys’ offers to take them nightclubbing, claiming that they were quite tired after their long trip. Giuseppe and Enrico went off to the nightclub, but Roberto and Paolo offered to escort the girls home. Roberto was 5’10 with short dark hair and green eyes and he put his arm around Andrea as they started walking. Behind them 6′ Paolo with the shoulder length brown hair and velvet brown eyes was walking next to Nicola, chatting about school.

When they came up to the apartment they decided to sit in the combined living room and kitchen area and share a couple of bottles of wine. Paolo turned on the TV and started explaining the show to Nicola while Roberto pulled Andrea down on his lap and started kissing her.

Andrea had been with a couple of boys back home, but she’d never been kissed with such passion before. Roberto’s tongue invaded her mouth and she replied eagerly. She could feel herself getting wet between her thighs as Roberto’s groin grew harder and harder against her thigh. Roberto’s hand untied the strap that was holding her dress up and started kissing and sucking on her nipple, she moaned out loud.

Nicola and Paolo could hardly concentrate on the TV show and without warning Paolo turned around and started kissing Nicola’s lips hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Nicola’s first reaction was to struggle, but then she saw her friend’s nipple being licked by Roberto and she realised how horny she was. She was much more experienced than Andrea, but she’d never fucked an Italian before and she wanted to know what gölcük escort they were like.

Nicola started unbuttoning Paolo’s shirt as she straddled across his legs. Paolo on the other hand was busy pulling her dress over her head, revealing her perky little breasts with stone hard nipples. When Paolo’s lips closed in over her nipples she moaned out loud, this guy sure knew how to get her wet.

Andrea stood up in front of Roberto and let her dress slip to the floor, he then pulled her panties down and revealed a neatly trimmed red bush. He ran his hand over her mound and between her legs to feel how wet she was, then he kissed her and motioned for her to sit down on the sofa. While she was doing this he quickly shed his clothes, revealing an 8-inch fat cock and a mat of dark hair on his chest. He kneeled in front of Andrea, pulled her to the front of the sofa, spread her legs and buried his face in her pussy.

Andrea moaned out loud as Roberto started eating her. His tongue went up and down her slit, flicking repeatedly across her engorged clit and then pushing into her hole, sliding in and out of her wetness. Andrea wrapped her legs around Roberto’s head and gently pushed his head against her mound.

Paolo and Nicola looked across at the other two, then exchanged glances and nodded. They helped each other get completely naked and then Paolo helped Nicola down on her back and manoeuvring herself into position to suck Roberto’s big and juicy cock into her hungry mouth. Paolo then kneeled next to Andrea on the sofa and gently pushed her head towards his 9-inch shaft. Andrea willingly sucked this huge cock into her wet, warm mouth and sucked until it was as deep as she could possibly get it.

Nicola used her hands to help her while sucking off Roberto. Her hands tightly squeezed the base of his cock and she moved her mouth to lick his balls and one by one suck them into her mouth. Meanwhile Roberto had started using his fingers on Andrea’s pussy. While his tongue fucked her hole real deep and hard his fingers alternated between her clit and fingering her asshole.

When Andrea couldn’t take it anymore she let herself go. Her pussy contracted hard around Roberto’s tongue as she squirted her juices onto his face and into his mouth. When she stopped shaking, Roberto finally pulled his tongue out of her pussy and focussed on his cock, which was being sucked by Nicola. He leaned over and started squeezing her tits as she sucked him deeper and deeper. He’d never been sucked so good before. One minute she had his balls in her mouth, the next she throated him again until her face was buried in his hairy groin.

He looked over to the sofa where Andrea was now concentrating on sucking his roommate’s huge cock and looked at the wet cunt he’d just been sucking. He knew he had to fuck it before the end of the night. Right then he felt Nicola squeezing his cock with her tongue and he couldn’t keep it in any longer. He shot his cum down her throat, squirt after squirt and she swallowed everything.

Nicola pulled away from Roberto, got up on her legs and started kissing Paolo. Paolo could taste Roberto’s cum in her mouth. He quickly looked down and saw his friend kneading Andrea’s huge tits and that was enough for him to reach the point of no return. His shaft started twitching inside Andrea’s luscious red lips and with a loud groan he shot his load straight down her throat.

Roberto pulled Andrea with him to the floor. His cock was hard again and he motioned for her to sit down. She straddled him and let her red haired mound go down and slowly engulf his member into her sweet, tight, young pussy. When he was as deep as he could göztepe escort get he told her to start riding. With every thrust her huge tits bounced up and down, more and more and he reached out and started squeezing her nipples, which only made her ride faster.

Paolo pulled Nicola down on her back and spread her legs to get a good view of her shaved, wet cunt. He could tell she didn’t need to be licked, but he was thirsty and wanted a taste before he fucked her. He started lapping up her sweet juices as he ran his tongue along her slit, from her asshole to her mound, over and over again. He could smell how horny she was for him and this realisation made his cock go real hard again, as if he hadn’t fucked in months.

When he could wait no longer, Paolo took hold of Nicola’s ankles and pressed her legs against her chest. He manoeuvred his hips in position and then thrust into her wet pussy as hard as he could. His 9 inches only made it half way in the first thrust, that’s how tight her young, juicy little pussy was. So he pulled out a little and then used all his power to thrust back inside her, this time burying the length of his shaft in her, feeling himself hitting her cervix. They cried out in unison as he started grinding against her mound, moving his cock around inside her tight pussy.

Roberto was enjoying the view of Andrea’s bouncing tits and his cock sliding in and out of her juicy cunt, but he felt he wasn’t getting deep enough so he pulled her off and placed her on her back. She spread her legs apart, again showing off her tiny little fuck hole for him. He couldn’t resist and entered her quickly again, grinding deeper with every thrust. His fucking sent her tits bouncing again and this time she started playing with them herself, squeezing her nipples real hard.

Nothing could be heard in the room except heavy breathing and the unmistakable sound of cocks sliding in and out of dripping pussies. Paolo and Nicola were both close to cumming, but neither one wanted to give in yet, so Paolo pulled out of Nicola’s hot cunt and she got down on her hands and knees on the floor. Paolo ran his pussy juice covered shaft across her asshole to her clit and then shafted her hard and deep. As he started fucking her again he took hold of her tits and started squeezing them. He pulled her up and she turned her head around. Their hips were moving to meet each other, he was kneading her tits and they were kissing with their tongues deep inside each other’s mouths, their moans deafened by each other.

Roberto looked at Paolo and Nicola and pulled out of Andrea’s pussy once again. He made her get on her hands and knees in front of Nicola and while he entered her pussy from behind she quickly licked Nicola’s pussy and also managed to touch Paolo’s cock as it was sliding in and out. Then Roberto pulled her body up as he was fucking her from behind. Her tits were touching Paolo’s hands on Nicola’s tits. He looked at her, chuckled and let go.

Soon the girls were fondling each other’s tits and kissing deeply as their new Italian roommates were fucking them from behind. Nicola was the first one to let go. She felt her pussy contract and before she knew it she was screaming out loud and squirting her juices as her pussy spasmed around Paolo’s cock. With this extra pressure Paolo couldn’t hold on either and started pumping his seed deep inside Nicola’s cumming pussy.

Andrea looked over at Nicola and Paolo and knew that she too had to give in. Her body started shaking and her pussy cramped around Roberto’s cock as she cried out in passion. Roberto kept on pumping for a short while, but he was unable to stay in control with the tight little pussy cumming around his shaft so with an intense moan he finally released his load inside Andrea.

When they’d all cum, the guys withdrew their cock from the girls and all four collapsed on the floor. They were all startled as they heard the sound of a key opening the front door.

To Be Continued…

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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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“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.

“Sorry I’m late,” I said. dalaman escort

“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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Author’s Note: This story is actually part2. The first part called Aaron’s first blowjob.

I would like to thank my editor, adetaildiva. without whom my story would not be what it is. thanks for the help!

*

I went to sleep satisfied after the incredible whitewashing Nick gave my cock. I woke up the next morning with a huge hard on. I could still feel Nick’s mouth wrapped around my dick. I got up, placed a towel on my lap, and headed for the community showers, hoping no one would be there. I didn’t want anyone to see the tremendous wood I was sporting. It was my lucky day; all the shower stalls were empty. I got out of my wheelchair and crawled into the shower. Pulling myself up into a standing position using one of the many grab bars on the wall, I turned on the water and lathered up. As I stood there surrounded by steam and hot water cascading down my body, I thought of Nick and wondered if I would ever experience a feeling like last night again. I started to rinse my hair and felt my cock rise as I continued to think about Nick. I stood there for quite a few minutes lost in my thoughts, when I heard the shower curtain open with a mighty whip. It scared the hell out of me. I couldn’t see anything because the shampoo had run into my eyes. All I could hear was Nick’s throaty laughter.

“You bastard!” I yelled.

“Take it easy, Aaron baby, you owe me a favor remember?” Get that cute ass of yours out of the shower and come over here and suck my dick.”

I couldn’t argue with that, since I did agree to return çarşamba escort the favor. I was a bit shocked. Most people would’ve found a bed or waited until the other person was out of the shower, but Nick wasn’t most people, clearly he was horny and he needed my attention right now. I got out of the shower, back into my chair and gave myself a quick pat dry. Nick already had his pants down.

“Hurry up,” he said eagerly. “We only have an hour before everybody wakes up.”

I got my chair beside Nick’s. He lifted his ass off his chair by pushing himself up with his legs and keeping his knees locked I bent down and took the head of his semi-erect cock into my mouth. It was better than I expected. I always wondered what it would feel like to suck a guy’s dick and now it was happening; it was great! I opened my mouth wider to take in more of Nick’s girth. I sucked harder and heard him moan, “Take all of it, take it all in.” Wanting only to please him, I did what he told me; now he was fully erect. I heard faint moans coming from Nick and I knew I was doing a good job. I felt his cock twitch; any minute now he was going to fill my mouth with his salty nectar. I continued pleasing him, awaiting my reward when he suddenly yelled, “STOP.”

“What the fuck?” I asked very confused. Nick just looked at me, a strange cunning smile stretching across his lips.

“I changed my mind. You give great head, but I really want that cute ass of yours.”

“You want my ass?” What did that mean? I was çaycuma escort totally confused.

“Yeah, I want your ass. You think all I do is suck cock?” I’ll admit that sucking cock is great, but it can old very fast.”

I was still very confused. “You want my ass, what does that mean?” Nick placed both hands firmly on my shoulders, looked deep into my eyes and said, “Honey, I want to fuck that oh-so-cute ass of yours. Now crawl back in the shower and stay on all fours.”

I did as I was told. Once I was in position, Nick crawled into the shower, and got up on his knees behind me.

He turned the shower on, adjusted the temperature to warm, and grabbed the bottle of body wash I’d left behind, and squirted soap on my asshole.

“What are you doing?” I was getting nervous. It was obvious he had done this before. I began to think that maybe I should stop this. Getting a blowjob was one thing, but did I really want this guy’s dick in my ass.

“I have to lubricate your hole with something, or it’s gonna hurt like hell.” Now just relax. I’m going slowly slide my finger in. It stretches the hole and helps you get used to the sensation. That way, my dick will go in easier.”

I did my best to relax, but cried out in pain when I felt Nick’s finger invade my ass. “Just relax, Aaron, don’t tighten your ass, it’ll make it hurt more.” I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing. It must have worked because the pain subsided, replaced by total pleasure. I was amazed this hot hunk of man çayırova escort had a finger in my ass and I never felt a thing! The next thing I felt was Nick’s finger sliding out of my hole and quickly back in again. It didn’t take long for him to get a rhythm going. I was completely hypnotized by the pleasure I was receiving and started rocking back and forth to Nick’s rhythm.

I soon heard a “fart” sound as Nick squirted body wash on his cock and gave it a quick rub. I felt Nick’s erection at the top of my ass and held my breath as it neared my waiting hole. I gritted my teeth and prepared myself for what I was sure would be horrible pain. To my surprise, his cock slid into me with ease; there was no pain, only the most incredible pleasure I’d ever felt!

I could hear his hips smack against my ass as he rode me harder and harder, like some wild horny cowboy. I continued to rock back and forth to meet his thrusts. It wasn’t long before we were in sync with each other’s rhythm and Nick’s pace quickened. I knew he would soon fill me up with hot cum! A few more thrusts, and BAM! His cock erupted, coating my insides! I felt the heat of his cum; I thought my insides were on fire! I moaned with delight and struggled to keep my balance.

His cock slid out of me as easily as went in. I collapsed to my stomach, Nick fell on top of me; we were both exhausted. We lay together for several minutes before showering and preparing for the day’s classes. We got out of the shower, dressed, embraced passionately. As we broke our embrace, I had to ask, “Weren’t you going to get me off?”

“Aaron, baby don’t you remember, you owed me a favor?” And with that icy reply, He was gone as quickly as he appeared. I was left wondering how I was going concentrate on my classes after what had just happened, and if I was ever going to see Nick again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s his name?” Everett asked.

“Arden,” Nile said without a second thought.

Everett nodded. “He works at the hospital?”

“Hematologist,” Nile said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You too,” Everett said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were in the bar?” Nile said.

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

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

Arden raised a brow. “Ah. Interesting.”

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

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

Nile blushed deep. “I…it was…”

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

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

“In hiding,” Arden said.

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

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

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

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

“You…can have a taste…” Nile said.

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

“Yes,” Nile said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stroke harder,” Nile said.

Arden complied. “Like that?”

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

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

“Oh yes,” Nile said.

“Any other requests?” Arden asked.

“Bite me again,” Nile said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” Nile said, breathless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuuuck, yes!” Nile said.

“Naughty boy,” Arden said with a grin.

“Oh please,” Nile begged. “Please..”

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

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

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

“Please, God, please,” Nile begged.

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

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“Cross!” yelled Michael.

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

“Pssht… You’re no fun.”

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

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

“Forgot!” Michael yelled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do your BALLS flip-flop?

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think it’ll work out,” said Alex.

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

“What do we do now?” asked Alex.

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

“Watch out for rattlesnakes,” said Alex.

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

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

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

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

Rob laughed.

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” asked Rob.

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

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

“I suppose.”

“Did you ever do anything with your friend?”

“Do what?” Alex was flustered.

“Hook up. Fool around.”

“No!”

“Did you ever want to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Psycho?” asked Alex.

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

Alex shivered and drew the drapes closed.

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

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

“So, what do you think?” asked Rob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

(To be continued)

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

Andreas konnte hören wie seine Mutter es sich selbst besorgte.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So gegen 18 Uhr kam dann Sybille heim.

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

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

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

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

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

„Ist irgendwas, Liebling?” fragte sie ihn.

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

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

„Jaja, die waren gut…”

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

„Nein, lass mal…”

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

„Was denn…?” kam es von ihr.

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

„Und? Was siehst du da so…?”

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

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

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

„Da ist doch etwas…” sagte er.

„Hm? Was denn, Schatz?”

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

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

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

„Ach nur so aus Neugier.” meinte er.

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

„Kann ich sie mal sehen?”

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

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

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

„Und wie stellst du dir das vor?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sybille wurde ein wenig rot.

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

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

„Und was?”

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

Sybilles Augen waren weit und ihr Mund stand offen.

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

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

Andreas’ Mutter wusste nicht wohin sie schauen sollte.

„Es tut mir Leid…” sagte sie leise.

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

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

Andreas wollte es nun wissen.

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

Sybille sah Andreas an. Sie fühlte sich ertappt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Ich … ich weiß es nicht genau …”

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

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

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

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

Sybille sah Andreas an und nickte.

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

Sie schloss die Augen und musste nicken.

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

Sybille fing leicht an zu zittern, aber sie nickte.

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

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

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

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

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

Nach einer kurzen Bedenkzeit äußerte er sich.

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

Sybille traute sich langsam wieder etwas zu sagen.

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

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

„Also ich … weiß nicht …” meinte Sybille.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Er drehte sich um und ging in sein Zimmer.

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