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Der restliche Nachmittag verlief ohne Besonderheiten.

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

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

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

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

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

„Muss das sein, warum weckst Du mich?”

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

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

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

„Und du wirst es keinem verraten?”

Jetzt war Katja an der Reihe zu stottern.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stefan schaute sie fragend an.

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

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

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

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

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

Stefan hatte gespannt zugehört und stellte jetzt fest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alle anderen mussten entweder zur Schule oder gingen arbeiten.

Zufrieden drehte sie sich um und schlief ein.

Fortsetzung folgt (diesmal bestimmt schneller)

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Mein 40. Geburtstag

Die bisher beteiligten Personen, vielleicht kommen noch einige hinzu:

Silvia, Mutter und Geburtstagskind, Erzählerin, 39 Jahre

Georg, Ehemann und Vater, 40 Jahre

Daniel Sohn von Silvia und Georg, 20 Jahre

Sabine Tochter von Silvia und Georg, 19 Jahre

Sandra, Schwester von Silvia, Mutter, 39 Jahre

Karl, Ehemann und Vater, 42 Jahre

Andrea Tochter von Sandra und Karl, 19 Jahre

Jens, Sohn von Karl und Sandra, 18 Jahre

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Als ob ich das nötig hätte.

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

Aber das war nicht immer so gewesen.

Langeweile

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

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

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

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

Natürlich versuchten wir unser Sexleben wieder aufzupeppen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manchmal dachte ich ja es liegt an mir.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jetzt war ich die einzige Frau mit BH am Tisch.

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

Ich nahm mir vor, ihn später danach zu fragen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Das wollte er also.

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

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

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

Davon wollte ich zukünftig viel mehr haben.

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

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

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

Manchmal wünschte ich mir, er wäre etwas größer.

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

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

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

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Prologue

The action of this story takes place in a fictional time period in 18th century Russian history, after the reign of Peter the Great but before the reign of Catherine ends in 1796.

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Tsarevich Nikolai Danilavich sat at his desk in the drafty schoolroom, pretending to listen to the insectile drone of his history tutor while he daydreamed about what he would do when his lessons were finally over for the day. He was bored, had been bored ever since this academic vulture had started speaking. His father hardly even knew how to read, and he was Tsar of all Russia. Why should a Tsar’s son have to spend hours and hours in a freezing little room trying to memorize names and dates that seemed as inconsequential to him as the countless white snowflakes skirling down outside the window?

“And in which year was Moscow burned by the Tatars, Tsarevich?” The tutor had suddenly focused his beady black eyes on Nikolai.

“What?”

“I asked, Tsarevich, if you could tell me the year in which our great city was sacked by the Tatars.”

Nikolai sat silent for a few moments, struggling to recall the sequence of numbers which was the correct date among all the others floating in his head. Finally, he said, “Fourteen seventy-six?”

“Obviously, his Highness chose to neglect his studies last night.” The Tutor’s voice was brittle with suppressed annoyance, and Nikolai felt his face heating with embarrassment. So he hadn’t spent the entire night poring over dusty old papers, what of it? He had better things to do then remember the dates for events that had happened hundreds of years ago. Then the hateful man spoke again, gesturing to a spot over Nikolai’s shoulder. “Maxim, could you perhaps supply me with the correct answer?”

The Prince scowled and balled his hands into fists beneath his desk. He had been trying to forget about Maxim. Scrawny little Maxim with his girlish, soft voice and his blunt, peasant’s hands. He had been the son of the British ambassador and one of the Tsarina’s ladies in waiting, but his parents had both taken sick and died a few months previously of a fever. That was when the Tsar, Nikolai’s father, had left to see to his holdings on the Southern border. He would be absent from court for the better part of three years and it was decided that in deference to the Tsar’s only begotten son’s disobedient temperament, a quaint English custom learned from the former ambassador would be instituted in during the his absence. Maxim Ivanovich was appointed to the position of whipping boy at the moment of the Tsar’s departure, the designated target of any punishment the Tsarevich brought upon himself. The idea behind this was that while profane hands would be prevented from touching the heir to the throne, he would at the same time be chastised by witnessing the pain he had brought upon another.

This plan would have been more successful if Prince Nikolai were the kind of boy who could be persuaded to care for other human beings as much as he cared for himself. He was the treasured son and only heir of an aging monarch, destined in a few short years to be Tsar of all the Russias. He could not be persuaded to feel sorry for a runt of a boy like Maxim, someone who spent most of his time studying and reading books. It had become something of a game for him to misbehave just so that he could have the pleasure of watching his tutor or the gardener or the head chef beat the stupid little bookworm for doing nothing whatsoever. Everyone in the palace knew that having a whipping boy was completely useless and Nikolai knew that they all felt sorry for the boy. He was an orphan after all, he had nowhere else to go, no other way of feeding and clothing himself. In exchange for accepting punishments which he had not earned, Maxim was given a good life, a warm bed and plenty of food. There was also a promise by the Tsar that in the distant future, when the Prince had come of age, Maxim would be granted the title of Boyar. But none of this mattered to Nikolai now. What mattered to him was that his tutor thought more of Maxim than he did of him, he the heir to the throne of Russia.

“Moscow was burned in the year fifteen seventy-one, tutor,” Maxim said, his high-pitched voice grating against Nikolai’s nerves like breaking glass. One of the things that most infuriated Nikolai when it came to the whipping boy was his refusal to fight back or even cry out when he was beaten or teased. He took his punishments silently and seemingly without bitterness, and he was always unfailingly polite to the Prince. Just once, Nikolai would like to get Maxim to lose his composure, just once he wanted to see him cry, as he knew he himself would cry were he to be beaten so often and so thoroughly as Maxim.

“Correct, Maxim,” the tutor said, shooting Nikolai a dark look. The Prince had yet to answer a single question correctly today. “Perhaps His Majesty should go to Maxim in the future for assistance with his studies.”

Nikolai flinched as if he had been struck. He glared at the tutor, who glared right back and crossed his arms uydukent escort over his chest, daring the Prince to throw one of the tantrums for which he was known so well. Nikolai was happy to oblige him. He shot up from his desk and turned it over, relishing the loud thud and the crack of splintering wood. Then he picked up a bottle of ink from the desk across from him and uncorking it, began to run about the room, spattering all of the drapes and tapestries with black ink. He made sure to give an ample libation to his tutor, who had taken shelter behind his own desk. As the crowning gesture to his tantrum Nikolai ran to Maxim, who was still sitting calmly behind his desk, and upended the bottle over his head. Ink splashed down onto the top of the whipping boy’s head in torrents, dying his hair jet and turning his face into a black mask. He sat perfectly still, letting the ink drip down onto his shirt collar, and Nikolai began to laugh. Maxim turned to him then and the look in his eyes was one that the Prince had never experienced before. It was plain, naked hatred. His giggles abruptly ceased, and as the tutor crawled out from behind his desk, Maxim rose and walked to the schoolroom door, his eyes now downcast.

“Punish him,” Nikolai suddenly said, angry that he had allowed Maxim’s hatred to shake him, “I deserve to be punished so you have to punish him. You can’t let me get away with spraying ink all over the place, Tutor.” The tutor narrowed his eyes and looked at Nikolai for a long moment, making no effort to conceal his dislike for the Prince. Nikolai stuck out his tongue at him and the tutor sighed, dropping his gaze. Maxim had stopped in the doorway with his back to them, waiting.

“Come here, Maxim,” the man said, reaching to pick up a heavy wooden staff which had been leaning against the wall. “His majesty needs to be punished,” And Maxim went, saying nothing, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. He bent over, presenting himself for the cane and grasping the edge of a desk to keep himself steady. “Watch well, Tsarevich,” the tutor said as he brought the cane down for the first time on Maxim’s waiting backside, “This is how a true Prince should behave.” He delivered a volley of blows, hard and fast, each smack echoing through the silent room. But Maxim never cried out, never shed a tear. When the beating was over, he stood up, winced ever so slightly and then limped out of the room without saying a word, his face still covered with black ink.

Chapter One

Maxim Ivanovich entered the throne room for the first time in six years. It hadn’t changed much since he had left, but his status within it certainly had. Gone were the days when he had been forced to submit to the whims of a spoiled princeling, and gone too were the pitying, condescending stares of the Boyars who populated the court. He was now among their number, elevated into the nobility by the grace of the Tsar upon the occasion of Tsarevich Nikolai’s coming of age. He had spent eight years, eight miserable years, from the time of his parents’ death until Nikolai’s eighteenth birthday, serving as the plaything for a cruel and spoiled little brat whose greatest pleasure seemed to be watching Maxim suffer punishments for crimes which he had not committed. The very day after the Tsar had granted him the privileges of the Boyar, Maxim had left Moscow, traveling to England and installing himself in a townhouse in the most fashionable district in London. The Tsar’s monetary recompense for Maxim’s years of slavery had been quite substantial; the man had known what type of boy his son was and had not been unsympathetic when all was said and done. Maxim could have spent the rest of his life living quite comfortably without ever making any money of his own, but he soon discovered that the idle life did not suit him. He bought shares in an English shipping company, and accompanied his vessels to many of their destinations. He had sailed the Mediterranean and journeyed to the Far East. He had even been on expedition to Africa and his ship had come back loaded with enough merchandise to make every man in the crew rich. For six years he had lived the life of a sailor, had tasted so much of what the world had to offer, but it had all come to an end less than a month ago.

He had been in London when he had received a letter from the Tsar. His Majesty wrote to Maxim that he had been diagnosed with a wasting sickness and had not long to live. His son would soon become Tsar of Russia and his father was now, in his final extremity, wracked with doubts about Tsarevich Nikolai’s ability to rule the country. The Prince had predictably grown from a thoughtless, selfish boy into a thoughtless, selfish man, caring more for sport and drink than for other people and the affairs of Mother Russia. The Tsar was certain that if Nikolai were to inherit the throne as he was now, Russia would crumble and fall into a state of irreparable neglect. Maxim, the Tsar explained, was the only man capable of bringing his son to heel. The prince was a man now and the Tsar had zeytinburnu escort grown old; it was now far too late for the Tsar to curb his son’s behavior with the rod. Nikolai’s hold over court was unshakeable. He was feared for his temper and cruel sense of humor, and his sway had grown large since the old Tsar’s confinement to his final sick bed. No, only Maxim, the Tsar was certain, only Maxim who had grown up alongside the prince, who had dealt so unflinchingly with Nikolai’s cruelty, would be able to mold him into a man who was capable of running an empire. Maxim must return to court and re-establish ties to the Prince. He must, through hints, threats, reasoned argument and entreaty, mold the Tsarevich into a Tsar, and he had been granted full immunity to do so. As long as the old Tsar remained alive, Prince Nikolai would have no power over him.

Maxim had thought about refusing, about sailing away on another journey and pretending that he had never gotten the Tsar’s letter, but something stopped him. It was more than just patriotism; he did not have much cause to love Russia after all. Russia had not been kind to him, but the Tsar had kept him fed and provided him with an education. It was perhaps this last thing which had made him answer the Tsar’s letter. It was his love of books of adventure which had first driven him to the sea, and if it had not been for the tutors which he had shared with Nikolai, Maxim may never have had the wit or desire to discover them. Another thing which crossed his mind when he answered the letter was that he would quite like to see Nikolai again. He was no longer the whipping boy, the hated slave. He was Boyar, and he had been granted immunity by the Tsar. He had captained half a dozen voyages to the most savage corners of the world. Prince Nikolai could no longer command him. In fact, Maxim intended things to be quite the other way around. He had learned much in his travels about how to curb the behavior of men like Nikolai, and he intended to practice them upon the Prince as soon as the opportunity arose. The Tsarevich would not be swayed by reasoned argument or academic entreaties to his better judgment. The only thing which would cure Nikolai of his dangerous arrogance was for him to learn what it is like to be truly humble, and that was something at which Maxim was very, very accomplished.

He tried to spot Nikolai now among the crush of courtiers, but didn’t see him. It had been six years since they had last laid eyes on each other. The Tsarevich had been eighteen, and Maxim twenty when he had been granted his title by the Tsar and had left Russia for England. Nikolai had perhaps changed a great deal since then. Maxim may not even recognize him. A flurry of mutters suddenly when through the crowd of Boyars and heads began to swivel towards the door. Maxim turned himself and saw, for the first time in six years, Tsarevich Nikolai Danilavich sweeping into the room clad in clothes of immaculate cut and costly style. He looked just as Maxim remembered him at their last meeting, tall and lean with high, prominent cheekbones, gray-blue eyes and long hair so blond that it was almost white. The perpetual expression of haughty superiority which he wore upon his face had also not changed since their schooldays and Maxim smiled slightly to himself, anticipating what it would be like to wipe that self-satisfied smirk from the Prince’s lips.

Nikolai was almost level with him now, and Maxim stepped deliberately forward, placing himself in plain view of the Tsarevich and his retinue. He saw the Prince’s face first freeze and then grow dark with anger when he caught sight of Maxim. His Majesty stumbled ever so slightly, and Maxim allowed his smile to widen. He cocked an eyebrow at Nikolai and then turned away, going to find a servant who could lead him to the Tsar’s sick room.

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Nikolai had at first been unable to believe his eyes when he had seen Maxim standing among the throng of courtiers in the palace’s antechamber. At first he had been unsure that it was him, the whipping boy, because Maxim was certainly a boy no longer. When they had parted six years ago, Maxim had been rail thin and pale with lank brown hair, a slumped posture and dark circles perpetually smudged beneath his eyes. Now he stood tall and haughty, no longer thin, but leanly muscular, with a thick mane of brown hair the color of mahogany. What in God’s name was he doing here? He had expected never to see the little runt again, and now here he was, turning up right in the midst of Nikolai’s transition from Prince to King. He would have Maxim thrown out of court immediately, he decided. There was no place here for a former whipping boy, even if he was now a Boyar through the misplaced generosity of the current Tsar. Nikolai glanced around the antechamber to see if he could catch sight of Maxim again, but the man had vanished. Good, he would have a word with one of the guards and they would escort Maxim out of the palace, preferably out of Moscow altogether. He wanted no reminders şişli escort of his boyhood, and he especially did not want the company of a self-righteous teacher’s pet who had always been so much cleverer than he had been with books.

He caught the eye of the captain of the palace guards and began to walk towards him, ignoring the flutters of the courtiers who stood around him, bowing and trying to capture his attention. One of the numerous ladies who had been trying for months to slink her way into his bed placed herself in Nikolai’s path and he shoved her aside, ignoring her squawk of indignation as she stumbled and almost fell. He had almost reached the edge of the hall when a hand fell lightly upon his arm. Startled, he looked up, wondering who could have dared to touch him in such a familiar manner, and there was Maxim, standing by his side, one hand still resting lightly on Nikolai’s arm. He wrenched his arm away. “How dare you touch me?” he spat, one hand creeping down to rest on the hilt of his sword. Maxim made no move to retreat; he only smiled at the Prince and bowed, withdrawing his arm.

“It’s been quite a long time Your Majesty,” He said, his smile now faintly mocking. “I did not think you would so resent the familiarity of a boyhood companion.”

“You are no companion of mine, whipping boy,” Nikolai said.

“Whipping boy no longer, Your Majesty. Now I am Boyar, and I am here by your Father’s most particular wish.”

“Get out of my way.” Nikolai said, very aware of the fact that everyone in the room had stopped their conversations to listen.

“May I request the pleasure of a private audience with you at some point during the night, your majesty?” Maxim made no move to stand aside, and Nikolai saw that his hand too had crept to the hilt of his sword. The Prince hesitated. He would like nothing better than to teach the impudent man better manners at the tip of the sword, but he remembered that Maxim had once been the fencing master’s pet. They had only fenced together twice, but on both of those occasions Nikolai had found himself kneeling at Maxim’s feet, a sword to his throat. Of course there was no reason to believe that Maxim had anywhere near the skill with the sword to match his own now, not after six years of brawling and lessons from the finest soldiers in all of Russia. Still, the memory was enough to give him pause; a public loss in a sword fight could undo much of what he had been trying to accomplish at court. He loosened his grip on the hilt and a moment later, Maxim did the same.

Nikolai gave a curt nod. “Tonight then, at eight o’ clock. I’ll expect you at my apartment.”

“Thank you, your Majesty,” Maxim said, bowing, that smug, irritating smile still on his face. Then the man turned and without another word, walked away, disappearing among the sea of courtiers. Nikolai stood rigid for a moment, indignation raging within him. He knew that it had been wise to avoid a scene, but he was furious at himself for allowing his memories of Maxim’s prowess with the sword in their schooldays to sway his mind. He should have taught the whipping boy better manners, demonstrating to everyone in court that he was not to be approached lightly, and that he would refuse to stand for such impudent treatment. Instead, he had bowed to Maxim’s wishes. Why? He was Tsarevich for God’s sake; people were supposed to toady to his wishes, not the other way around. And what in God’s name could Maxim have to say to him? What was he doing here in the first place? Nikolai had made it quite clear that he never wished to see Maxim again after his eighteenth birthday. Why on Earth would his father have requested Maxim to come back to court?

Apprehension began to gnaw at Nikolai’s insides, and he glared around him at the silent courtiers. Then he swept out of the antechamber, seeking the solitude of his private rooms. It was only noon, but he knew that he would now spend the rest of the day wondering about and worrying at the prospect of his private meeting with Maxim. His presence at court suddenly struck Nikolai as ominous. Maxim was, after all, the only denizen of court who Nikolai did not have completely under his thumb, excluding his father of course. The old man had a mind like iron. Could his father have summoned Maxim here to work some kind of mischief before Nikolai’s coronation? He couldn’t conceive of the idea that Maxim would be able to do him any real harm, but he did have the potential to tarnish Nikolai’s image. If the man began to reminisce about the days of their youth, when Maxim had been nothing but a whipping boy, Nikolai could be made to look quite foolish, considering his academic performance and the number of times Maxim had been beaten in his stead. Maxim could perhaps turn the tide of court opinion against him. Yes, that sounded like something his father would do. Nikolai could see it now, the whole plan, and he almost laughed out. The old man had brought Maxim here to blackmail him; that had to be it. The Tsar was using Maxim as a way to enforce his control back over his son. Well, Nikolai was not going to allow that to happen. He was twenty-four now, a man, a man destined to be Tsar, and no longer subject to the whims of his doddering old father. He would not allow Maxim to jeopardize the success of his coronation which was looming ever nearer, awaiting only the death of the Tsar to usher it in.

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The first rays of the morning sun streaked across the dark sky and illuminated the naked bodies of the two lovers. Richard opened his eyes and felt Joseph’s warm body spooned against him on the chaise lounge.

“Good morning sleepy head. I think we better get inside, clean up and get dressed. The sun is almost up.” Richard said prodding Joseph. “What would you like to do after breakfast?”

“Sleep, sleep. Oh, how I need more sleep.” Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and moving his face to Richard’s he said, “But first I want a big kiss. Ouch! We both need to shave.”

“Even with your beard, there is something so nice about waking up next to you. Feeling your body pressing against mine, knowing that the hard rod pressing against me is all mine and that it wants me.” Richard said as he kissed and hugged him. “Hey! I hate to spoil our fun but check out time is noon. After that we will have a few hours to kill because I don’t need to be back in town till eight tonight.”

“What’s doing at eight? Do you have another hot date?”

“Nothing really, just a casting call for a bit part. I need time to get my car back to Long Island. Then I have to catch the train back to Manhattan. It’s such a pain in the neck. Damn, I wish I could afford to keep the car with me in Manhattan, but it just costs too much to rent a garage and forget about leaving it on the street overnight. A car like that would not last more than a week before it wound up in some chop shop.” Richard said as the two of them shaved and showered in the bathroom. “But it would be nice not to have to run all the way out there, pick up the car and then come down here. The only good part about that is, I get to see mom and dad more often.”

“You’re not planning to come down here every weekend are you?”

“I would love to, sweetheart, but I can’t take that much time off from work. Besides I hope you will come up to the big city so we can spend time together and perhaps even go to visit my parents. Like I said they are dying to meet you. They even said we could room together in my old bedroom, providing, we don’t make too much noise.” Richard laughed. “That’s their way of making a joke, babe, those walls are pretty solid and you can scream all you want and no one will help you.”

“Your parents sound ‘A-OK’ and I can’t wait to meet them, but we are going to have to put it on hold for a while. I’ve been told that from now on the easy part of school is about to end. In a few weeks, when my Arabic is better, I will be going on trips into Paterson for a few days. They want us to spend time with Arab/Americans to get used to being among them and to soak up all the knowledge we can.

“Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” I don’t want to see you abducted and placed in some cheep male bordello.” Holding up one hand and counting off the reasons on the five fingers, he jokingly pointed out, “After all, one, you are blond. Two, you are an infidel. Three, you do have blue eyes. Four, you have a great body. And five, as of last night you are one hell of a cocksucker. So you be careful now!”

“I’ll be going with Ibrahim and we should be ok. Anyway, these are Americans and I’m sure the army has screened them…I hope!” Joseph said and blushing added, “Besides, look on the bright side, you never know one of them might be a young, good looking guy with dark eyes, silky black hair and nice full thick lips made for sucking my ‘Zip’. (That’s Arabic for cock.) Just my type, wouldn’t you say? There is also the chance that we might even go to a Mid-Eastern Cafe to study the art of belly dancing. I would love to see that. Ibrahim says that they even have male belly dancers. I might take a few lessons. Just imagine me, with that hot sexy Arabic music playing, gyrating my hips, chest, ass and my cock before you some evening enticing you into bed.”

“I created a monster!!!” Richard said swatting Joseph’s ass. “Just remember, you belong to me and I don’t want to have to start a war to get you back, so you had better remember to keep that ‘Zip’ of yours behind your zipped up zipper.”

They finished dressing and went down to have breakfast in the hotel dinning room. They also ordered a take out lunch of cold fried chicken and Potato salad with sodas, which they packed into the car. After checking out they took a drive out into uydukent escort the countryside and found a secluded picnic area off the main road. Alongside a slow moving stream was a picnic table where they were able to set out their food. The birds were chirping in the trees and the sound of the running water added to the peacefulness of the day. They ate and talked about making arrangements for future visits.

“Look,” Joseph said. “You can’t keep coming down here every week. First of all, like you said, you need the money, and weekends are when you make your biggest tips. And secondly, lets face it, there is not too much to see and do here in south Jersey.”

“Oh! I wouldn’t say that, there’s a lot to do here. Besides just being with you is enough. However, you are right about my having to earn money. There are few jobs where I can earn enough money to live like I do, without pedaling my ass.”

“How is the acting coming?” Joseph asked. “Any jobs around?”

“Like I mentioned this morning just bit parts and maybe a modeling job or two. Don’t be shocked if you see me in one of those underwear ads. My agent said he has something lined up for this week. I would love to land that. That’s how some of Hollywood’s biggest stars started out. The royalties from that type of work could pay for full time schooling.”

“I really don’t know if I want to see your body plastered up all over the place.” Joseph admitted. “But if it brings home the bacon, I guess I will have to get used to it.”

“HEY! That’s what I do for a living!” Richard said. “You kill people and I pose near nude for a living. If I can live with your work—- you are going to have to adjust to mine.”

“Well I can learn to live with anything you come up with, but it would be nicer if you could be that P.O.W. that you were last week. It would give me a chance to practice my special interrogation techniques on you.”

“Ohhh yeahhhh,” Richard said, as he placed both his hands on the top of his head. “I surrender and will be a good little captive. What do you want to know, Master?”

Joseph looked around and checked to see if there was anyone around and seeing no one he said in the most authoritative voice he could muster, “Stand at attention when you talk to me, pig! I want to know what you have hidden in your pants. Do you have a pipe bomb or some other explosive device hidden there?”

He got up and slowly circled around his quivering prey several times, finally stopping and standing behind Rich. Then he nudged Rich’s feet apart and started his ‘pat down’ routine. Running his hands up and down his victims torso, under his arm pits, over his hips and down his legs. Finally returning to the crotch area where his fingers felt something hard and round almost like a pipe. “Yes! I thought so – this requires further investigation!” He ran his strong arms around the front of his captive’s body pulling it up against his own chest while he ground his own crotch into Richard’s ass. With one arm holding him tight, Joseph’s other hand moved under the shirt and over his chest, nipples, and ribs then down to his belt buckle, which he opened. Unzipping and reaching into the pants and boxers, his fingertips fondled the semi-hard penis. “Just as I thought, you do have a concealed weapon hidden in there. One that could explode at any moment.” His fingers probed around feeling the cock getting harder and harder. Joseph quickly spun him around and pushed him back up against the edge of the table causing his upper body to lay on the picnic table with his legs dangling over the edge. Kneeling between the out-stretched legs he lowered the pants and boxers down to expose the concealed weapon now dripping with pre-cum. As his tongue licked his lips, he opened his mouth and devoured the raging cock. Richard moaned and pumped the head of his cock deep into the throat. Joseph swallowed the cock, down to the root like an old pro. Richard reached and grabbed his ears, and holding them he ‘face fucked’ him. Richard’s body soon stiffened and he shot ropes of cum down Joseph’s throat.

Drained dry Richard said, “Out here and in public no less.” And until now I thought you were the shy one. Someone might see us.”

“You’re right,” he said, cleaning off the overflow and licking Richard’s cock clean. “I’m glad that one of us has some brains. Some kid might come along or even a Cop. Fuck it all! If you were some slutty girl or a whore and you were giving me head there would be nothing wrong with it. ‘G.I. Lucks Out. Caught with raven haired beauty his cock deep in her throat, in the woods’ would be the headline and story if the newspapers even bothered to print it.”

“Yes, True but with two men it would be headline news. I can just see the headline in one of two ways! Either it would read ‘Man Drugged and Deep throated by Sex Crazed soldier’ or ‘Soldier Deep Throats, In Deep Woods’.”

Both of then started to laugh till their eyes filled zeytinburnu escort with tears. They moved away from each other and Richard got up, pulled his pants up and closed his fly.

“I would love to satisfy you too, my lov, but it’s getting late and I better be heading back to the city. I only wish I could stay longer but if I stay any longer…I’ll never want to leave. What about next weekend do you think you will be able to come to the city and spend time with me? Maybe we can visit my family.”

“Rich, I’ll have to let you know. Now that I have that cell phone I’ll be able to call you and we will set up something.”

They cleaned up the picnic mess and Richard drove them back to town.

“Hey let me off here. I can walk from here. It’s only a few blocks to the main gate. We can say our good byes here, private like, away from the prying eyes.”

Richard pulled over to the curb, stopped the car and leaned over and kissed him.

“I’ll miss you like crazy.” Joseph said when their lips parted, “Make sure you give me a call when you get home tonight…just so I know you made it with no problems. Good luck with the casting call and your underwear ad! I hope you get both jobs.” Then he reached into the rear for his canvas bag and got out of the car. He watched as Richard pulled away and headed the Mustang for the interstate and home.

Even though they spoke to each other two or three times a day, it wasn’t next week or even two weeks later that he was finally able to find the time to see Richard again. Richard had gotten both the commercial ad and an understudy roll. That plus the fact that things at the school had started moving faster kept each of them busy. There were whole days now that Joseph had not used English. It became a game where no one paid any attention to you if you used English. Even after school Arabic was used as much as possible. Everyone started calling him Yusef, the Arabic version of Joseph. A time came when he did not answer to the name Joseph. He woke up one night startled to realize that he had even started to have dreams in that language. It was hard on every one and the class had dwindled by forty percent.

Then the day trips started. Joseph loved the excursions into the Arabic speaking areas. Little by little the conversations and different accents became understandable. He particularly loved shopping in the many gift shops there. He purchased several items for Richard and himself there. He soon learned the art of how to bargain with the owners over every little item. He quickly realized that the asking price for something was just the starting price. He became a hard haggler and the owners loved the way he insisted on only doing it in Arabic. One Friday, Joseph and Ibrahim attended Mosque together and were invited to spend Friday with some of the congregation. A few of the people even tried to get Joseph to study about the Muslim religion. They would get into semi-heated discussions about Islam.

One family even offered to adopt Joseph (as it turn out they had marriageable daughters)…. It was then that Joseph learned about the custom of ‘The Bride Price’. The discussion took place after Friday prayer services in the spacious and richly decorated home of the father. He was not only a revered religious leader but a community leader as well. All the men sat around a large coffee table set with cups of steaming coffee, sweets and fresh fruit. The wife and eldest daughter served them, and then retired to a small alcove where they sat behind ornate latticework shyly looking out and following the discussion and bargaining. The girl, who was nineteen and a half, was still unspoken for. By that age most Arab girls have long since been ‘contracted for’. The father, being rich thought that he must find the very best match for her possible and so had turned away scores of eligible young men. So many had been turned away that the men had soon stopped asking and went elsewhere. Because of his inability to choose her husband, his beautiful daughter was fast approaching the point where it would be hard to make a desirable union. Joseph entered into the bargaining with gusto. Even for someone not versed in the finer points of the language he found himself able to participate in the delicate negotiations and was enjoying the whole spectacle.

“No, as much as I would love to marry your beautiful daughter, right now it is impossible. I can’t take on a wife at this time, not till I get out of the Army.” Joseph told the father. “What would happen to her if I got killed or if I was sent to some god forsaken place? We might not see each other for years. Besides on my army pay I could not afford the Bride Price that such a beauty deserves.”

“I have not even told you the price yet. That is something we can talk about and try to come to some mutual accommodation.” Placing his hand on the rear of Joseph’s neck and pulling his ear to his lips he whispered. şişli escort “Besides she is getting on in years and I would like to see her married to a nice young, good looking, strong man like you. Once she reaches 25, her ability to produce many sons will diminish and we will have to give her away to some old man. God knows what he would use her for. Even though she is only a woman, she is still my daughter and I would not like to see that happen. I think you and I could make some sort of deal.” Then lowering his hand to Joseph’s leg he playfully squeezed Joseph’s inner thigh and continued, “With you as her husband I would not have to worry, you look like you would take good care of her… I might not even demand much “Bride Money”, because you bring something that not one of our people can offer in this union.”

“What is that?” Joseph inquired placing his hand over the father’s and gently preventing him from moving it up his leg to his crotch.

“American citizenship and my having a handsome blond son-in-law with the bluest eyes I have ever seen and someone that will give me many grandsons is a big down payment on the ‘Bride Money’,” The father said with lust in his eyes while his fingers continued to rub and squeeze Joseph’s leg.

“Ahhhha, but with the American citizenship would come freedom for her. She might not want to stay with me,” Joseph added and then in an effort to gracefully get away from the man’s probing fingers he asked, “May I hear what she has to say in all this?”

“You may, but what she may or may not say will have nothing to do with what she will do… She is my daughter and will obey me until you become her husband, then like a good Moslem wife, she will obey her husband!” Then he saw the man make that gesture that Moslems make when they start to pray. Lifting his hands in front of himself with the palms up and smiling broadly as if he was trying to hide nothing from Joseph or Allah, he said. “Go…. I give you permission to talk to her. Besides her great beauty, you will find that she knows English much better than I do.”

Joseph looked over at the pretty girl with her long black hair, long lashes and her dark eyes turned downward looking at the floor and asked, “What do you think of all this? Is it your wish to marry at this time? Do you want me to ‘buy’ you and take you to my bed?” He got up and started to walk over to her.

“It is as my father says and I will do what my father wants,” she answered in Arabic with her eyes still downcast. Then lifting her eyes to look at Joseph she continued in English. “I would not mind getting to know you better; you know like going out on a few dates, but my fathers wishes are commands and I will do what he thinks is best for me. You look like a very kind, understanding and patient young man with a good heart and I most likely could not do any better on my own or among my own people.” Then lowering her eyes she whispered, “I would hope that you would treat me well and not beat me too hard as most of our men beat their wives.”

Joseph standing in front of her reached out and ran the tips of his fingers over her face and lifted her chin so that her big black eyes were visible to him and her ruby red lips slowly parted into a shy smile showing her bright white teeth. “If I ever raised anything but my voice to you, you would have my permission to leave me. Habibi. Has anyone ever told you that you looked like a little lamb?” He asked as she broke into a big smile. “Before I went into the Army, I was a farmer. My parents still have this small farm in upstate New York. Do you think you would like living on a farm someday?”

“I was raised in cities, I don’t know anything of farms or farm work, but I could learn—- If you would teach me.” She said her eyes looking deep into Joseph’s and then diverting back down to the floor.

Joseph’s bright blue eyes roved from the tips of her gold painted toes, slowly up her slim figure taking in what appeared to be a hint of two full breasts under the dark modest dress she was wearing, to the olive color of her face and skin, took her hand in his and said, “I would love for us to get to know each other better. You find favor before my eyes, my lamb. Would you care to explore the possibility of a union with me? Perhaps to ‘Date’ and see what happens? But I must tell you right out that I am not prepared to take on a wife at this time.” She looked into his eyes and her answer became apparent as her face broke out into a big smile.

Joseph turned to the father and said, “Along with the ‘Bride Price’ of American citizenship I demand something from you… That this girl and I be allowed to get to know each other before the BOTH of us decide what we wish to do. In America both men and women make their own choices. I am honored that you want to give her to me, but we do not give or take human beings here. We make our own minds up. Sometimes we make the wrong decisions… but they are ours to make.”

Ibrahim, who was nervously watching and listening to the conversation, smiled and tried to smooth out the feelings of the people involved. “Your honor, he really means no disrespect,” he said to the father. “He is not a Muslim. He is an outsider and therefore does not know our customs, please do not be offended.”

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This is a continuation of the first three chapters of a true story that I had experienced. The relationship I had changed my life and was responsible for the wonderful life I have today. I hope you enjoy it as I have in allowing others to read it…

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I was lying there in total ecstasy against the foyer wall. I had just reached an orgasm with my friend’s dad, Patrick. Sitting next to me, he had his arm around me, staring into my eyes. I was totally exhausted from what had just occurred but couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by more? My cock laid flaccid nestled between my testicles sprawled out on the oak wood floor. I hadn’t had an orgasm with anyone before. This was the first time I experienced it with another man.

I felt guilty I hadn’t reciprocated, but he didn’t let me. We had arrived at his house and without notice he had taken me when we entered. Up to then I had feared he was going to end our affair, but I was wrong. It all seemed like a dream, my friend’s dad and I having a sexual encounter. We had been together 3 times now. I laid there thinking about the day I met him, only 4 days ago, and now this. I was in love with this man and didn’t know how to tell him. I was afraid that he would find out who I was and what that would mean to our relationship. I was sure he would be angry with me and cut it off immediately. I knew these secrets would have to be told soon, but for now I only wanted to please him.

I pushed my shoes off and removed my socks. I slid my trousers and underwear off from my ankles and tossed them to the side. I realized I still had my blazer and polo shirt on. I removed them both while I looked into Patrick’s eyes. They were a beautiful green, like emeralds. I moved closer to him and kissed him, he didn’t resist. He sat there on the floor and watched as I undressed before him. I removed every article of clothing I had on till I was naked, standing in front of him.

“I want to please you.” I said.

“That’s fine John, I’m okay.” He replied.

“No, you’ve given me so much pleasure, I want to reciprocate.” I said.

“Let me just look at you.” He said as his eyes gazed up and down my body.

I didn’t feel any embarrassment standing there naked. I only felt pleasure. The green of his eyes followed me as I reached down and grabbed hold of his hands. I only had one thing on my mind and that was to give myself to him and please him any way he wanted. I slowly pulled him up until he was standing. My cock was still wet and dripping with cum from ejaculating into Patrick’s mouth moments earlier. It was soft now but still pulsing as it hung down between my legs. I leaned in and gently kissed him on his lips. I felt his stubble on my cheeks again, it was nice. As I kissed him I removed his sport coat and placed it on the floor. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt kissing each and every opening it made on his chest down to his naval.

“You have a beautiful body, I want to see more.” I said.

“You’re kind, I’m an old man. I can be your father.” He replied.

I paused and thought about Mark but only said, “Yes, I know.”

He didn’t say a word. Next I removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, all the while kissing him softly as I gazed in to his eyes. I felt mesmerized by him. I lowered the zipper on his jeans and peeled them from his body exposing his boxer shorts. I took his socks off next and tossed them with the rest of the clothes. He stood there in an opened shirt and underwear. I just stared at him and thought about Mark for a moment, but seeing his dad undressed before me made me forget. I leaned in and caressed his body exploring his chest first and then his arms and shoulders. My hands wandered all over him. I noticed there wasn’t a glimpse of hair on his legs as I rubbed his inner thighs.

He was a thin man but muscular too, extremely fit. That turned me on about him. His chest had a few strands of hair near his breast bone and around his nipples. They were white. I noticed a small scar on his lower right rib cage and a dark blue tattoo of a cross on his left bicep, somewhat fading. I kissed them both then his mouth, tonguing his oral cavity. My arms extended down and again slid over his legs and found his shorts. I felt he was getting excited and liked it. His cock excited me. I had always been attracted to an older man’s genitals, but Patrick’s was perfect. It was what I would dream about. A big long cut cock with large loose floppy balls flanking it.

I whispered, “You feel so good. I want you.”

He stood silent as I continued to get aroused by him. I could feel the girth of his penis beginning to swell. I slowly reached in to the opening of his shorts and touched it. I removed his shirt, slowly kissing the nipples on his chest. Patrick moaned. I leaned in and locked my lips on his again, kissing him passionately as I massaged his balls. He was breathing heavy now. I wanted to please him. As I groped him I could only think how sexy this old man was. buca escort He drove me wild, I wanted to love him and rape him all at the same time. His cock was beginning to harden now. His testicles were draped over my hand stuffed through his shorts. I couldn’t hold back my desires any longer.

I knelt down in front of him and reached up and took hold of his boxer shorts. I kissed him just below his naval and started pulling his shorts down, lusting every inch of flesh I exposed. As his penis fell out with the last pull, I kissed his inner thighs and ran my tongue up under on to his balls. I lifted them up with my hand and licked underneath them. He lifted his leg up slightly allowing me better access. I tongued the area following the fold up to his ass hole. My hands parted his cheeks while my tongue licked up and down his crack finally ending with his opening. I felt the urge to suck it and did. I had never done this before but felt as if I knew exactly what to do.

I asked him, “Do you like that?”

He said, “Yes.”

I whispered, “Do you want more?”

He replied quickly, “Yes.”

My mind went blank with passion. I licked his hole and then penetrated it with my tongue. I stuck it in his ass hole and began to twirl it around. Patrick began to moan as I continued to tongue him thrusting my rigid tongue in and out of his sphincter. Patrick’s knees seemed to weaken as he moaned again. With my hands I guided him to bend over so he could rest his hands on his knees. I grabbed hold of his hips and began to fuck his ass with my tongue. In and out in and out I went building up to a fury. Patrick’s balls were dangling in plain view and excited me more. I reached up and began to massage them as I continued to tongue fuck his ass. I’d alternate at times and suck each testicle. Patrick’s ass was perfect, not a blemish on it. I buried my face in it again finding his entrance and protruded my tongue deeper. My hands ran freely about his body as I continued to rim him.

After a minute or two I stood up and said, “You’re so fucking sexy Patrick. I want you.”

He said, “I want you too.”

My heart began to race. We stood face to face naked and kissed. I could feel his cock touching mine and his testicles pushed up against my thigh. They were warm. My hand found them as my tongue slid down his throat. The head of his cock was poking me, he had a full erection. I felt his hands caressing my body now. He reached down and grabbed my penis and began to stroke it. I was overwhelmed by his tenderness and his desire to be with me. Our bodies rubbed together as he wrapped one leg around me. My other hand held on to his ass as he began to rock his cock against mine. Patrick wanted me too. My feeling of passion turned in to lust.

I pulled him down to the floor and had him lie on the area rug beneath us face up. I straddled him on my hands and knees with my backside towards his head. Reaching around with my hand I found his mouth and slowly put my finger in it. He responded and sucked it. I looked in to his eyes. No words were spoken. I knew what I wanted now and I hoped Patrick would want the same. Patrick was fully naked under me, my friend’s dad who I’ve known and secretly lusted for. His cock had risen to its full length. His testicles hung beneath them touching the floor. I bent over on all fours and lowered my head towards it hesitating a moment to take in its beauty. You could see his pelvic bone above his thigh, his veins pierced through the skin in linear directions. He was so smooth except for a small patch of pubic hair. It was rather straight and thinning, a shade of black mixed with grey.

His cock was standing straight up right below my mouth. I could see the head was twitching and pre-cum was leaking from the slit. I looked back underneath my torso and could see Patrick was watching. My tongue slid out and licked the semen dripping from his cock. His cock was longer than I imagined. It had to be at least nine inches maybe even ten. I was in awe of it. It was perfect. I opened my mouth and began to lower my head, gingerly engulfing it. I lowered my head further till I felt the tip of its head reach the rear of my mouth. Its girth filled my orifice. With Patrick watching I relaxed my throat muscles and continued down the shaft till there was no more. I had taken all his nine inches. Patrick moaned with desire.

I held myself there squeezing my mouth around it. My cock had re-gained an erection and was pulsing in plain view above his torso. Patrick reached up and took hold of it with one hand and pulled on my balls with the other. I moved my head up and down sliding along his shaft 6 or 7 times never releasing it. His testicles were bouncing in unison and excited me more watching them. I continued sucking as he was stroking my cock now. I kept thinking how fucking sexy he was, how I fantasied of being with a man his age, and how good it felt sexually to be with him. But I wanted more from him; I wanted çağlayan escort more today, I wanted to please him in more ways than he desired, I wanted him in me.

I had never had anal sex with a man, only with a dildo I had bought. I never thought I’d feel this way with a man, but I was ready and wanted it with Patrick. I didn’t know how to tell him and didn’t know if it was something he wanted but I had to try. I released his cock from my mouth and reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I placed one finger near my hole and rubbed it till I was able to insert it. I looked back as Patrick responded with his hands finding their way to join mine. I removed my other hand and started to stroke his cock gently as he held my cheeks open now. I removed my finger and replaced it with his. He followed my lead. I watched as he probed my hole. One, two, and then three fingers entered my canal. Patrick slid them in and out slowly. I found myself pushing backwards with each stroke of his fingers, begging for more. I began to moan now.

I turned around and said, “I want more, I want you in me.”

He looked at me and said, “Are you sure?”

I said, “Yes, I’m sure, I want you to fuck me. Put your cock in me.”

I quickly turned around and faced Patrick on all fours. I reached back with my hand and found his cock while I leaned forward and kissed him again. My tongue swirled inside his mouth filling me with pleasure. While stroking his cock we kissed passionately. My thighs squeezed him beneath me while my ass rested just above his cock. I bent over and placed the tip of his cock near my hole. I slid it up and down lubricating it with his pre-cum. My hole was still dilated from his fingers. Patrick’s erection was at its full length. My hand guided his cock into my hole. I pushed back slowly and could feel it enter. It was much bigger than I thought it was. I proceeded to push back more and felt it move in further. I never had anal sex before and really didn’t know what to expect, but my desire for Patrick overwhelmed me. He started to rotate his hips and forced his cock in more. My canal stretched with every thrust. Pain began to occur. I could see he was less than half way in. I fought back the pain, but began to panic that perhaps I couldn’t satisfy him. He had noticed and eased up penetrating me. I was new to this and didn’t know what to say, but hoped that he would understand.

I turned and said, “I’m sorry but your penis is so big, I’m not sure what to do, but I don’t want you to stop.”

He replied, “Don’t worry, it’s okay, we can stop I can see it hurts.”

I said, “No, try from the rear. I want you in me, please try.”

He said, “Are you sure, John?”

I quickly replied, “Yes, I want to make love with you.”

With that I got up and positioned myself on the floor on all fours. Patrick moved around me as he glided his hand along my backside. He used both hands and pulled my cheeks apart. I could feel my hole pulsing with desire. I reached around and found his cock again. It was still firm. As I began to stroke he told me if at any time it hurt or I wanted to stop to just tell him. I didn’t care; I just wanted him inside me now. I nodded and said okay. Patrick leaned forward and began to lick my ass. He moved his tongue up and down my crack, as it flickered side to side. He sucked my hole and pushed the tip of his tongue in slightly. My body quivered as my cock twitched. He placed his finger inside me again and slid it in and out a few times. He followed with 2 then 3 fingers as I moaned with desire. My hole seemed to open wider. I thought I was going to cum from the sensation but held back. He pulled his fingers out and moved closer, positioning himself directly behind me with one hand on my ass spreading my cheeks apart and the other holding his cock. I could see it was fully erect as he moved in closer. It was beautiful I thought, and I wanted all of it in me.

The tip of his cock touched my opening again; it was wet from his pre-cum. With his hand he rubbed the pre-cum up and down his shaft to lubricate it. Next he gently pushed and the head began to move in easier. He told me to relax. His cock moved further in and reached a point where it felt tender like before. I knew Patrick’s cock was huge, but I didn’t want him to stop, so I tried to relax as I felt it move in further. I must have flinched because Patrick began to back out.

I stopped him and said, “Don’t pull out, keep going.”

With that he spread my cheeks apart more and pushed harder. I could feel the point where he was a second ago. I relaxed my muscles and with a last thrust, it slid in. I felt a wave of warmth inside me. His entire manhood was in me, all 9 inches. His beautiful cock was in my love canal, and it belonged to my friend Mark’s dad. The feeling of it in me was indescribable. His penis was so big and so thick I felt like it was coming out my stomach, but I loved it. The pleasure çankaya escort I was feeling I had never felt before. I was in a dream like state, kneeling there, as I was being humped by him. My mind raced with thoughts of Patrick and how lucky I was to have met him. My feelings for him were more than just erotic and lustful. This wasn’t just sex. I loved him.

Patrick slowly slid his cock in and out of my ass, while I pushed against him to balance his force. My cock had gotten soft and now was beginning to swell as he rode me. I reached under my torso and grabbed his testicles as they were bouncing off of mine. As he fucked me I could hear him moaning with desire. Our bodies were locked together. Patrick’s cock felt so good inside me, I never experienced this before. The thought of him fucking me aroused me in my thoughts at night and now it was happening. I wanted to give him pleasure, more pleasure than he ever felt, the pleasure he had given me.

After a few minutes I turned on my side, Patrick lifted one leg on to his shoulder and slid his cock back in me. This time it seemed to slide right in, my hole was dilated and stayed that way from when he had removed his cock before. His cock was in plain view now and he was fucking me. I could see it entering in and out. He had his eyes closed at times as he arched his head back from desire. Our eyes locked as he pushed harder and faster. My penis became erect and was bouncing all around as he fucked me. My balls were draped over his shaft. He saw the delight in my eyes. He pulled his cock out periodically, just long enough for me to see and then stuck it back in. It was so long and thick yet it didn’t hurt now. It felt good as he slid it in and out; my hole was completely wet from his juices.

Relaxed I said, “You feel so good in me.”

He replied, “Good, you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

I said, “No, it’s incredible, your cock is so beautiful, I love it.”

He replied, “Thank you, but you’re the one that’s beautiful, I love you.”

I thought, he said it, he said he loved me. I couldn’t believe it. Those words were never spoken to me before by anyone other than my family. Warmth came over me. It wasn’t only from the pleasure of his manhood engulfed in my body; it seemed to resonate from his heart to mine. I felt one with him. His cock was just the instrument. I can’t tell you what I felt; it was almost an out of body experience. My body and mind felt one with his. His movements seemed to mirror mine as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of me. I was in ecstasy.

After a few minutes, I flipped my leg down and was lying flat on my back now. He grabbed my cock and started to stroke it as he fucked me harder. I continued to look at him with lust and desire. I got more excited seeing him jerk me off while his cock was in my ass. I felt myself melting with him. I opened my legs more and rested them on his shoulders, allowing him to enter me further. My testicles hung down to one side of his shaft as he buried his cock inside me to its full length. My hole was still filled with his pre-cum. In and out he went as he stroked my cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he fucked me. The thought of Patrick, this older man, loving me was all I could think about. Within minutes my cock felt like it was going to explode.

I moaned, “Oh Patrick, it feels so good, I can’t take much more, I’m going to cum.”

He moved one of his hands to my waist area, putting a firm grip on it. He started increasing his speed as he continued to jerk my cock off. I couldn’t believe the pleasure I was feeling. I could sense he was going to cum soon by the tightening of his grip on my waist.

I yelled out, “I want you to cum in me.”

He replied, “Are you sure?”

I cried out, “Yes, I want you, cum inside me.”

With that Patrick pushed his massive cock in me. He increased his speed and was breathing heavily. I could feel his thighs pounding against my buttocks. I watched as he fucked me ferociously. I was sliding back on the floor with each thrust of his cock. His cock was splitting me in half, but I loved it. After a few minutes, it felt like it swelled some more. The head was pulsing as he grew closer to climaxing. I could only hold on as he took control.

Minutes later he yelled out, “I’m coming!”

I squeezed down on my muscles surrounding his cock as it exploded! He shot the first wave of semen in my ass. It felt volcanic. He continued to pump and ejaculated in my ass. I felt my own cock reaching a climax too. Patrick stroked it till it erupted too. Cum was shooting out from my cock on to my stomach as he continued to unload his own in me wave after wave. My balls were sliding along his shaft as it slid in and out lubricated by his cum. He arched his back and stuck his cock in further. He screamed with desire as he shot his last load. I could feel his semen spill into my ass hole with each wave. I reached down and grabbed his hands and pulled him closer while his cock was still inside me. I could feel his thighs pressed against my ass with all nine inches buried inside in. It was still hard. He had motioned to move out but I didn’t let him. I wanted more.

I quickly turned over, back on my hands and knees and said, “Fuck me, fuck me more, Patrick.”

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WARNING: I tend to use the “n-word” in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn’t for you! Remember that this story is entirely fictional and should not be taken seriously by anyone.

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“I can’t believe I fucking wrecked it.” I muttered, slamming my hands down on my steering wheel. I continued cursing to myself as I drove into the local auto shop. I stepped out of my car and walked into the mechanic’s shop.

“Excuse me, sir.” The large black man in front of me spun around. “I recently got into a little fender bender, and I’m gonna need these dents pushed out.” He eyed me up and then dismissed me with an ignorant tone.

“Yeah…whatever.” He went to work on my car as I grabbed a seat against the wall. I couldn’t help but be impressed by the man’s giant muscles. Not only was he about a foot taller than me, but every time he lifted a heavy tool, his muscles flexed so hard that they nearly ripped at the seams of his shirt. Looking around, it was obvious that he wasn’t the only man like this that worked here. I could see about a dozen muscular black males, all glistening with sweat.

It didn’t take them long before every dent on my car was pushed back out. The same muscular man from before stomped his way over to me with a stern look on his face.

“Okay, boy, it’s done. Here’s your bill.” When I finally took my eyes off his rippling muscles, I looked down at the paper he handed me. I couldn’t believe the price that was listed on it!

“Are you serious?! There’s no way I’m paying that much!” I tossed the bill back into his hand. He just stared at me. Suddenly, with a smirk on his face, he spoke up.

“Don’t worry about paying this.” He said, sounding suspiciously too nice. “Why don’t you come by tonight, and me and the boys will help you work out some other form of payment?”

“Really?! That would be great. Thank you.” Without giving it much thought, I made my way into my car and eagerly went home. Under the cover of night, I went back to the mechanic. Still unsure of what my payment would entail, I entered into their shop a little anxious. When I finally got into the garage, I noticed the same group of black men from before. Most were just standing around idly, though some of them seemed to be waiting for something.

“It’s about damn time, white boy.” Ignoring the racial comment, I walked over to the boss I met before.

“I’m here to pay up, sir. What did you have in mind?” I said, while being unable to take my eyes off his giant chest muscles.

“‘Sir’? I like that tone, little boy. It’s gonna serve you well tonight.” With a slight motion of his hand, the rest of the men started to walk over to me. It wasn’t long before I noticed that a circle of disgruntled black men was starting to form around me.

“W…What’s going on here?” I could feel my heart racing as I saw the looks of hate and disgust on their faces.

“You said you wanted to pay us back, honky. Well here’s your chance. I hope you’re ready…because tonight’s gonna be a night you’ll never forget.” The hatred in their eyes was quickly overcome with hunger and lust. With my heart now beating uncontrollably, I quickly bolted for the door. I didn’t even make it two feet before one of those huge hulking men grabbed me by the throat. With one muscular hand, he lifted me up completely off the ground.

“Please! Please stop!” I could feel a couple tears drip from my eyes. I wasn’t sure what these guys were going to do to me, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good.

“Someone shut that faggot up!” One of the other shirtless guys yelled. The man who had his hand around my neck leaned over to the workbench and grabbed a leather strap. He shoved part of it into my mouth and tied it around the back of my head. He threw me down onto the cold concrete as I murmured inaudibly. He slid a couple chains through the chain loops that were built into the floor. He grabbed my arms and forced them against the ground. I squealed slightly as he tightened the chains around my arms and tied them into place.

I watched as the group of sweaty black hunks circled in closer to me. I squirmed and thrust my body back and forth, trying desperately to break free. The men just smiled with confidence when they heard my muffled screams.

“I’ll go get some ‘tools’ to help open this fag up.” One man said, in a suspicious manner. A couple minutes after he left the room, I finally started to settle down. It was clear that all my fighting and screaming wasn’t doing anything useful. Finally able to think straight, I looked around the room. I could see about a dozen muscular black men all staring at me strangely. Each one of these alpha males seemed to be at least twice my size. As fearful as I was, I couldn’t deny how incredibly masculine and powerful they looked. Suddenly, I heard thunderous footsteps from behind me.

“These should get you nice and loose!” He said, slamming a heavy box down in front of me. My eyes got huge when I saw numerous giant floppy dildos hanging out of the sides sarıyer escort of the box. Some were bigger than others, but most of them seemed to be something that people would classify as “XXL”. A few of them looked to be about as thick as my wrist, while some others were about the size of a normal penis. I began squirming and breathing heavily, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Get a load of this loser, boys.” The man behind me said, looking out into the group of black alphas. “He’s so excited…he can’t wait to start getting his ass torn apart.” They started laughing amongst themselves as my muffled groans became even louder. Eventually, I was screaming through the leather strap in my mouth so loudly that the man behind me came and knelt down in front of me. He grabbed a clump of hair on my head and lifted it up to face him.

“Don’t worry. We’re gonna take good care of your ass, faggot.” He reached over and ran his hands over each rubbery dildo in the box. “Now which one do you think we should start with?” He started with his hands over the smaller ones, and gradually moved to the bigger ones. The more he ventured into ass destroying territory, the more I shook my head back and forth, begging him not to use those.

“Oh…really? These are the ones you want? You must really have a hungry asshole, little white boy.” Purposefully misinterpreting my actions, he smiled as he pulled out one of the biggest ones in the box. I threw my head from side to side and stared right into his eyes. I knew he understood what I was saying. He clearly enjoyed seeing me fearful and scared.

“Don’t worry, wimp. Soon we’ll have this monster balls deep inside of you. Just be patient.” He said, arrogantly smirking. He grabbed a can of automotive grease from the workbench and slathered some on the huge dildo. As he ran his hand up and down the shaft, I finally got an idea of just how unrealistically big this giant lump of silicone was. Even this muscle god’s giant hands weren’t big enough to reach all the way around the diameter of the shaft. It must have been as wide as a man’s closed fist. It was hard to judge the gigantic length of this monstrous creation…but it was well over a foot long. After the entire shaft was shiny and dripping with grease, he started walking back behind me.

Suddenly, I felt his giant muscular hands grab at the waistline of my pants. With one strong pull, he yanked them clean off me.

“Please…don’t.” I uttered, sounding already defeated. He didn’t even acknowledge me. He grasped the wide base of the toy and forced it towards my bare ass. I felt the slippery head press tightly against my butthole. Without much resistance, the greasy head slipped right into me.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” I tried my hardest to get free, but the chains on the floor were far too strong. Even though I only had taken the head of this unnaturally large cock, it was still the largest thing that had ever been in my ass.

“Relax, faggot.” One of the black guys said from the shadows. “We’re just opening you up for the grand finale!” I knew all my begging and screaming was clearly doing nothing. I laid my head down on the concrete floor, trying desperately to ignore the pain. As he finally inserted every last inch into my ass, I felt the large silicone balls press tightly against me. I was already panting and out of breath even before he started to fuck me with it.

“Damn, honky! I gotta say…I’m proud of you. Your boy pussy just ate up this dildo like it was nothing.” The width of this giant dildo was more evident than ever before. It felt like someone had shoved their entire arm into my ass. The pain returned as he forcefully yanked the long dick out of my ass. Before the head slipped completely out, he rammed it back in, in its entirety. Knowing full well that my requests for mercy would go ignored, I had no choice but to groan quietly to myself.

“Listen up, my niggas! This worthless white piece of trash is finally starting to enjoy himself.” The man behind me said, smirking to himself. After what seemed like an eternity of having that giant rubber dick tear apart my insides, he finally pulled it out one last time. By now, I was a panting and moaning mess. I couldn’t even think straight anymore. Thanks to that vicious pounding, I had lost all feeling in my ass.

The giant black man finally dropped the dildo to the floor. I heard a huge wet bang as the heavy extra-large dildo flopped against the concrete. Suddenly, I felt the man behind me press one of his hands tightly against the gaping chasm that used to be my tight asshole. I couldn’t help but acknowledge the jolt of pleasure and feeling that shot through me as he rubbed his fingers on the worn out edges of my loose asshole. I hated to admit it, but just hearing the wet slopping sounds of him fingering my greasy ass started to get me aroused.

“You ready, boys?” The man said, looking out into the dark room filled with huge black men. “I think this fag is more than ready for the real thing!” Without being able to turn around, I shuddered sefaköy escort to think what was going on when I heard him undo his zipper. I listened intently, hearing the sound of something thick and heavy slamming down against the outside of his jeans.

“Let’s go, guys! I wanna wreck this this fag’s hole once and for all!” He said, sounding annoyed. I watched as the guys in front of me started grabbing at the bulges in their jeans. As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t help but wonder just how big their dicks must be to make bulges that size! One of the men reached his huge muscular arm into the fly of his jeans and started to yank out something heavy.

I gasped with a mix of amazement and fear. He pulled out a huge veiny dick that must have been as thick as my wrist. He let his soft dick drop down. I watched in pure awe as his soft anaconda flopped around a bit before finally settling down. The head of his gargantuan cock nearly reached down to his kneecaps! I gasped again, with my mouth completely hanging open.

“This must be the first time you’ve seen a REAL man’s cock, huh faggot?” The man in front of me said, holding his arms at his waist in a heroic pose. I couldn’t deny how incredibly masculine and powerful he looked. His soft floppy horse-sized cock, his glistening muscular chest, his arrogant and dominant attitude…everything about him just screamed “alpha male.” I couldn’t help but feel incredibly inferior as I looked out at the group of black alphas that were all whipping out their monstrous sized cocks.

I knew exactly what was about to happen to me. I knew that no amount of begging or crying could help me now. They had already ripped my ass to shreds…what more damage could they do? I tried my best to brace myself as the group of hung black alphas gathered around me. Their giant dicks flopped from side to side with every step closer to me. I could feel my body start to shake in fear as they all gathered around my ass.

“Damn! That pussy sure is damaged. But I bet we can wreck this fag even more.” The room erupted with laughs and words of agreement. Suddenly, I felt one of their monster dicks slam down against my ass. The weight of his massive meat stick nearly slammed me against the concrete floor. He turned around and looked at the crowd of black men.

“Which one of you wants to help me break open this nice white boy pussy?” One of the black alphas walked up, dick in hand, and stood to the side of the other man. They each grabbed their own dick and squished them tight against each other. Without any warning, they launched their collective dicks right into my already sore asshole.

“Fucking hell!!” My sloppy and dripping wet asshole easily ate up every inch of their superior cocks. Strangely, the feeling of pain and fear that was there before seemed to be replaced with pleasure. I couldn’t deny how incredible it felt to have these two black alphas jamming their gargantuan cocks into my ass. With alternating motions, the two superior men began pounding me without mercy. When one pulled back, the other pushed forward, making sure that at any given second I had a black dick pushing apart my insides. The pleasure of having the shit pounded out of me, mixed with the sound of their big meaty nuts banging against each other was starting to drive me crazy.

I could hear my grunts of fear starting to shift into moans of pleasure. Not only was fighting back no longer an option…but just lying there wasn’t any option either anymore. I reached out towards one of the black men standing in front of me. I grabbed his massive dick tightly in one hand and watched as his soft meat ballooned out around my tight grasp.

“Well, well.” He said in an arrogant and cocky tone. “Looks like this faggot is starting to really enjoy himself. Let’s show this loser just how much white boys love nigga dick!” A couple of the black men stood in front of me. As the two black men continued to tear away at my asshole behind me, I reached out and grabbed the two big dicks in front of me. I yanked the one on the left up to my mouth. Hungrily, I ran my tongue up and down the seemingly endless shaft. Every taste of his superior dick made me feel more and more inferior as I knelt before this god. In a haze of lust, I let his dick drop out of my hands and flop back down to his legs. I grabbed the one on the right and did the same thing. Running my tongue over every inch and slapping the heavy meat stick against my face. I couldn’t help but enjoy the arrogant smiles on their faces. For some reason, knowing that I was making them happy started to make me happy.

The second I inserted one of those dicks fully into my mouth, the man took charge. He grabbed my head and forced as many inches of his giant dick down my throat as he could. I could feel my face turning red as I gagged and gasped for air. Finally, he stopped face fucking me and let his dick slide out of my mouth. After catching my breath for a second, I looked up at the other guy and opened my dripping wet mouth.

“M-More…please…” seyrantepe escort I uttered, exhausted and barely able to think properly. His eyes opened widely as he smiled arrogantly.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Finally this worthless white pig is starting to learn his place!” He grabbed me by my hair and forced his hips forward, rocketing his dick right into my mouth. As if he was fucking some girl, he thrust in and out of my mouth without any mercy. I could feel the thick streams of saliva running down my chin and chest. After his yanked out his dick and threw my head back down, I looked behind me. The two men were still mercilessly ripping apart my ass.

“Please…I need more…more dicks…” I tried my hardest to speak as thick streams of spit were still pouring out of my mouth.

“You want more nigga dicks, don’t you faggot?” I nodded my head while smiling, still in a drunken stupor of pleasure. “Then fucking say it, white boy! Beg for these nigga dicks!” His loud voice echoed through the auto shop.

“Please give me more nigger dicks! I need MORE!” I begged as loudly as I could.

“That’s a good little slave.” He slapped my ass and made me yelp with excitement. The two black men behind me walked away and another two took their place. I looked back and marveled at the huge muscled chests of the two new black alphas. Both of them had dicks just as big as the ones before. I grinned with excitement when I realized that just one of them would be able to satisfy a horse! I pressed my sore and loose ass up into the air, waiting desperately for these alpha males to bless me with a rough and violent pounding. Without any resistance, they slipped their dicks into my wet and greasy chasm. They put their arms around each other’s shoulders and started thrusting in and out. Within a couple seconds, they picked up the pace and were tearing into my ass at lightning fast speeds. They looked to each other and smirked; two brothas united over their love of destroying young white holes.

As I moaned and grunted with pleasure, two new guys stood in front of me. One of them grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up to face him.

“You’re a good little slave, aren’t you boy?” He said, in a very low and manly voice. I nodded intently. “Then beg like a slave does.” Without skipping a beat I said,

“Please, sir, fill my mouth with every inch of your superior nigger meat!” Just saying those words made me squirm with lust and pleasure. He grinned slightly then collected a big wad of spit in his mouth. Yanking my lips open with his hands, he spit directly into my mouth.

“That’s a good boy. You show respect when a nigga uses you.” As he thrust his dick into my mouth over and over again, he fucked his wad of spit right down my throat. The other guy beside him nudged him to the side.

“Come on, nigga, move over. I wanna try out this fag’s throat too.” With one hand, he pulled at the side of my mouth. With the other hand, he squeezed the head of his cock tight against my mouth. I tried my best to gurgle some words out, but with a mouthful of dick and spit, I couldn’t say anything. Suddenly, it popped in past my lips. Their two dicks were now stretching apart the sides of my mouth. One of them slapped me hard across the face.

“Why the fuck are you just sitting there, you dumb white bitch?! Starting wrecking your throat on our nigga dicks!” I rocked my head front and back, gagging myself with every motion. I could feel those two girthy dicks being squeezed tightly in my sore mouth. I tried my best to take every inch I could, but eventually their dicks reached so far into my throat that I was gasping for breath. I tried pulling back, but one of the guys grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back.

“You’re not getting away that easily, bitch. Look how much you still have to take.” I looked down to see the wet marks that my mouth made on their shafts. I was able to deepthroat about 6 inches of both their shafts at once. To my amazement, I had even more than 6 inches to go if I wanted to get all the way down to the balls.

“I know you can take more than that, slave!” He forced my head forward and crammed a couple more inches down my esophagus.

“Damn, nigga.” The one guy said as he looked to the other one. “This fag’s throat sure feels good.” They thrust in and out of my mouth, as if my throat was just some hole for them to use for their pleasure. As I gagged and spit up huge piles of thick saliva, the two hunks behind me never stopped jackhammering their dicks into my ass. With four foot-long dicks inside of me at the same time, I felt every shred of manhood I had start to melt away. Every time one of them thrust into me, I started to crave them more and more.

After a couple hours of being used and abused by hugely hung black alphas, the onslaught finally stopped. Every one of them had their turn inside of me. Whether they gagged and choked my sore throat or pounded away at my completely destroyed boy pussy, I pleasured every one of those men as if it was my job. As I lay there, dripping juices out of both of my holes, I couldn’t even think back to a time when I didn’t crave black dicks. My mind was so dazed and overcome with lust that I could barely remember my own name. The boss came back around to my front. He leaned down and stared right at me as I panted and tried to catch my breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you talk about Jenessa?”

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

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

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

“I’m not going to argue.”

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

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

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

“Sara!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t worry, Johnny is straightedge.”

“Straightedge?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a living.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diego shrugged. “Twenty-five?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His words sent a shiver down Diego’s spine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hours?” Remy chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lay flat,” Remy ordered.

“I need my pain medicine.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remy gasped. “You did what?”

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

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

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

“I understand. I’ll be here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Watch this space huh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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