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-The voice in my head kept telling me to walk away; you have a family, it said, -if word of this gets out…. Geez, that fucking voice.

There was a pair of pantiehose, still in their wrapper, on the coffee table between us.

“-Having second thoughts?” Leonard said, “Here, let me get you another drink.”

I put my hand over my glass when he reached for it. Stupid, it was good brandy too, but I didn’t like what he was implying, as if I’d only go through with it if I was drunk. He was rich, a suave, sophisticated looking fucker in a white shirt and dark trousers.

I shook my head, “No. I’m okay.” I said.

He was smiling as he reached for my glass and his smile faded a little as he took his hand back. Now he looked a little uncertain, until I reached for the hose. My heart was beating like a bastard and I noticed him looking at me in a different way. He looked pleased, but there was also something else in his eyes, something that gave me butterflies because I’d never had that look from another guy before. I thought I knew what it was; it was lust.

I held open the top of the pantiehose and Leonard trickled the oil inside. It was cold and thick. Some of it went over my pubic hair and hung there, creamy and glistening, like a rich man’s exotic semen. The rest of it found its way to my cock. I felt it trickling slowly down to my balls. It turned the front of the hose dark where it touched it.

We were in a warm room lit by a couple of green shaded table lamps. It was nice, expensively decorated with a deep, brown carpet and dark leather furniture. Quiet and elegant and intimate. An ornate mantel clock quietly marked time.

Leonard capped the bottle. His hands looked soft, rich man’s hands, and his gold rings flashed. His thin lips shone wetly and his eyes burned with excitement.

He couldn’t take his eyes off me. We sat side by side on a deep-buttoned leather couch and the voice, the fucking annoying voice in my head told me not to do this, call the whole thing off, it said, walk away.. but I knew I couldn’t, not then. I leaned to the side against the end of the couch, nervous but excited alsancak escort and opened my legs, offering myself to him.

He slipped his hand between my legs and cupped me gently and his fingers stroked my balls through the nylon hose. Leonard was breathing quickly, up close he smelled clean, fresh from the shower clean. I began to get hard and I slipped down a little more on the couch, barely able to believe I was actually going through with it. He continued to work on my cock, stroking and squeezing, getting me harder. I opened my eyes and saw my cock straining under the pantiehose and the happy, totally absorbed look on Leonard’s face.

I didn’t know how long I could hold before I came and I took a deep shuddering breath as Leonard slipped his hand eagerly inside the hose. I gripped the couch. The oil had run everywhere and now his hand glided smoothly over my cock and down over my balls. I was fully erect now, pushing against the hose while Leonard’s oil wet hand squeezed and stroked and explored without pause. His fingers circled my cock and he stroked me smoothly, masturbating me, quickly and slickly. I groaned, I couldn’t help it and he slipped his hand down over my balls and then back, up and down my cock, down and back, down and back.

I felt myself coming then, it built quickly, urgent and intense….. and Leonard stopped. He just stopped! He snatched his hand away. I gasped, suddenly cheated of an explosive climax. My hips bucked but I didn’t come. My heart was pounding and I looked at him, at once angry and confused. Frustrated.

He smiled at me, the fucker smiled at me. I reached for my cock and he tried to stop me by grabbing my wrists. He eyes flashed, he was turning it into a game. I snatched one hand free but he grabbed it again. This time he pressed my hands down at my sides. My cock strained making a tent inside the hose.

“-You son of a bitch.” I said, but I felt the smile on my face. I was still good and hard, maybe harder than I’d ever been but the urge to climax that instant had receded. I found I could wait maybe a little longer.

Leonard caught altıeylül escort his lower lip between his teeth and smiled like that. He was enjoying himself, maybe he’d planned this all along. We were both breathing quickly. I jerked one hand free and this time I made a quick, playful grab for the front of his trousers. I had a quick feel of his hard cock, bent and still confined in his underwear and then he twisted away out of reach, released my other hand and attempted to get up from the couch. I grabbed his belt and hauled him back and we both started laughing. I got him around the chest and reached down and found his cock again. I squeezed it through his trousers, checking it out and he relaxed for a moment. When I reached for his zip he pushed me away and managed to gain his feet.

I got up off the couch while Leonard grinned at me from the other side of the coffee table. The tail of his shirt had pulled out and now his hair was untidy. He put both hands on his cock and fondled himself, “Do you want to see this?”

I smiled back and stroked my own cock, hard and upright inside the pantiehose. The rough skin on my hand snagged the nylon. I took a step towards him and he stood his ground, his chest heaving and his eyes bright with excitement, “-Come on.” he said and beckoned me, daring me.

He made a couple of feints to get away but I was quicker and cornered him. He put up his hands, “I surrender.”

Leonard smiled but I didn’t return it. My mouth was dry. I knew then I was going to take this as far it would go. My cock throbbed with the need for relief, “Turn around and face the wall.” I told him, ” Assume the position.”

He put his hands on the wall and spread his legs and I stood behind him.

The urge, the desire for gratification welled inside me then and I held his hips and pressed myself against his ass, writhing my cock against him, feeling it slip upright between the cheeks of his ass. I thrust against him, once, twice, with increasing urgency and Leonard moaned softly. I bent my knees a little and worked my cock up and down.

I straddled Leonard’s thighs altınordu escort as he lay on his back on the floor. His trousers were open and I watched his face as I eased his cock out from his underwear. His mouth was open and his tongue flicked his lips. His cock lumbered upright, thick and proud, and I pulled back his underwear to expose his balls. I held them gently as Leonard thrusts his hips beneath me. I masturbated him with exquisite, deliberate slowness. He rolled his head from side to side and when he closed his eyes and thrust his cock up to meet my downward moving hand I took both hands away.

He opened his eyes and gritted his teeth and I heard him let out his pent up breath. He swore at me then, called me a cunt, but he didn’t reach for his cock as I had.

I ripped a hole in the pantiehose as he watched and I eased my cock through the hole. It was still slick, glistening with oil. We were about the same size and now I took his cock and mine and wrapping my fingers around the two of them I held them together as well as I could that way and slowly pushed my hips forward and back, holding our cocks, stretching the skin and easing it back, masturbating us both at the same time.

It had been my intention to stop before either of us climaxed but it just felt too fucking good. I wanted to taste his cock, to feel the soft skin and his hardness in my mouth, to suck on it and make a pig of myself but I realised that would have to wait until later. Leonard put his hands over mine and I knew he didn’t want me to stop either. I continued to move my hips and now our hands worked together as well.

Leonard increased the tempo and I went with it, the sense of urgency increasing, building until it became overwhelming, the only thing in the world at that moment to focus on…. faster and faster, now we were breathing quickly. I heard Leonard gasp and our rhythm faltered briefly as I felt his cock stiffen even more, felt it swell in my hand as he thrust his hips upwards, shuddering beneath me. He cried out in pleasure and looking down I saw semen spurt from him, explode from him, rich man’s exotic semen. I was coming myself and my body tensed in anticipation….. coming, I was coming…. the voice inside my head cried, it’s wrong, you know this is wrong…. I ignored it then as I had ignored it all along. Anything that felt so good couldn’t be wrong. I closed my eyes…. coming, yes….. oh fuck yes….I was coming……

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As a young child, we always used to dream about what we wanted to be when we was older.

Some of us wanted to be police officers, doctors, nurses, and veterinarian.

Me? I always wanted to be a businessman, working in the big city, tight fitting fancy suit, and more money than I could even dream.

Instead, I ended up being an estate agent. It was a great job. I had a great salary, great rooftop apartment in the big city with breath taking views, my own courtesy car.

I found out I was good at this type of job, back when I was 18 and fresh out of college. I got a job to help me to move out and get my own place and thank-fully, local estate agents company took me on as an apprentice.

Since then I have worked myself up through the ranks to now a senior mortgage consultant for customers who were looking to buy their first property or get a foot onto the property ladder.

Life was practically perfect, I had a beautiful girlfriend who I have been with for 3 years now and who I was about to move in with, a new puppy which we had just rescued from the local rescue home.

Something always felt like it was missing from my life thou but I have never been able to put my finger on what it is.

I have been working with a few of the new apprentices and teaching them skills and showing them the tools I have found useful to help me to become as successful as I was.

There was always one of the apprentices who seemed to stand out more to me, I could never figure out why. He was older than the rest of the other of he’s peers but seemed to be knowledgeable to a high standard.

I took the team into the training room into the back of the store to go through some training with them, sign off on their portfolios and have a bit of 121 time for personal reflection and to see how they are coping with all the learning.

It was now my time to sit down with Jeremy, he was the oldest of the newbies and must have only been around 24.

Jeremy was always smartly dressed usually in a tight fitted, small chequered shirt this seemed to be the only style he ever seemed to wear.

He was about 6ft 1in, dark brown hair, and short on the sides but longer on top like a mini quiff the way he had it, he was always sweeping it from one side to the other. His face was as if it were created by gods everything perfectly in proportion and covered very lightly with a full face of stubble.

He sat down beside me and pulled out his portfolio from his bag and layed it out in front of us both upon the table in front. I opened it and started observing his work and could not believe the standard at where this young lad was at for someone of his age and lack of experience.

He reminded of me when I was at his age 6 years ago; apart from my hair was jet black and more cut on top. He was same height as me also but I was more of a muscular frame from where I hit the gym 5 nights a week where he had more of a little stomach.

While we sat there him talking me through the various parts of his work and explaining through the presentation that he had already started to prepare for. Even thou it has not been asked of him to complete yet. I could feel him trying to look directly into my hazel eyes with his deep grey.

I would occasionally catch them as I looked at him talking, then look straight back down at the folder and charts he was describing the results on the page, nodding when he was onto something and tilting when I was thinking something should be changed.

I went to go change the page and as I did, my hand caught his and we both quickly pulled away quickly, my fingers had felt like they had just been put into a plug socket.

There was a tingling in my akşehir escort tips only on the fingers that had encountered Jeremys. I rubbed them in my lap, trying to regain the sensation back in them and they finally returned.

We finished up with the signing of his paperwork and joined the rest of the team. We finished out the rest of the day and all proceeded home as soon as 5pm had hit.

The next morning I walked in a little early, set up my desk and made sure it was tidy, coat on the rack and briefcase set down at my side I walked into the kitchen to get myself my morning coffee.

When I turned the corner I began to reach for my cup and noticed that I was not alone in here, I see someone was bent over in the fridge getting out the milk from the bottom shelf, their trousers tight around their ass.

I found myself looking and almost staring for a few seconds, before I feel a pair of eyes break my concentration and a pair of lips smiling at me.

He stood up and I quickly noticed that it was Jeremey. I cleared my throat and wished him a good morning smiling an uncomfortable smile in his direction unable to directly look at him.

I started making my coffee and turned to get the milk out but Jeremy was already there facing me, his fingers through the handle and he asked me if I wanted some in my cup to which I again cleared my throat and squeaked out a “Yes please”.

I smiled, stirred my coffee and said goodbye to him before returning to my desk to check my emails.

My first appointment of clients had come in 5 minutes later than expected and I greeted them, showed them to my desk, and offered them a seat and refreshments.

Jeremy walked past as they said yes and I turned to him and politely and in my normal voice asked him to make the couple the drinks they wanted.

He brought them their tea and coffee and had an extra cup, which he had made for me. He brought it around the back of my chair, his hand holding onto the back of my chair and gently placed my coffee down as many times as he had before.

Only this time was different, his hand slipped from the chair and found its self onto my shoulder. I felt the same electric shock sensation go through the back on my shoulder and over across my chest.

He walked away apologising for what had just happened and returned to his desk looking embarrassed that flush in the face, out his head down and started to fill out some paperwork.

Lunchtime did not prove to be any easier or any less uncomfortable; I went out of the office as I always did, as I would meet my girlfriend for lunch if we could get out schedules to synchronize up.

I returned from lunch, put down my coat and case, headed towards the back, down the narrow corridor, turned the corner, and entered the toilet.

I finished up, opened the door, heard footsteps coming towards where I was, and cautiously turned the corner as not to startle the person coming down.

I see who it was and my whole body began to quiver and my legs began to become like jelly, I looked down and started to walk down the corridor.

When we got to the in-pass we had to pass each other, we both turned with our back each to one of the walls and passed facing each other, the material at our groins gently grazing each other.

After a few seconds, I hear the toilet door close and the lock go across; I froze where I stood and looked back towards the toilet door. Looked down at my crotch and felt it to start begin to get semi hard.

I quickly undid my trousers while no one was around, readjusted my tight boxers, and did up my trousers at the waist seconds before Jeremey came out of the toilet.

I looked akyazı escort back and watched him come out the door and stop shocked to see me still stood there and to have not returned to my desk.

I watched as his eyes looked down at my crotch and then looked down myself noticing that my flies were open and my underwear were exposed through them.

I blushed and quickly did them up unable to look up at him from embarrassment and he began to walk towards me.

I apologised and he smiled, looking at me and still smiling said “what’s that?” reaching forward and just groping my semi cock in his hand.

As he grabbed me, I could feel it beginning to grow even harder right where we both stood. He grabbed me with around the back of the head with one his other hand whilst the other continued to rub my now throbbing boner.

He pulled me in closer and began to kiss me, my body not wanting to pull away began to tingle and I felt myself then starting to reciprocate and mimic his actions, grabbing him and pulling him closer with one hand and reaching down groping his throbbing cock in the palm of my hand.

Just to the right of where we was, was the door leading to the training room, he pushed my back into the door and we pulled away to open it and proceeded into the room.

I found myself thinking that this is wrong, that I have a girlfriend and I do not normally do this but for some reason unknown to me, I liked it and wanted more.

Jeremy pulled away and removed his hand from the back of my neck and began to start undoing my trousers, he was so quick in what he was doing, before I even knew it my trousers were undone and my boxers were exposed.

My bulging penis pressing against my boxers so hard that it was clear that I was leaking precum.

He reached for the waistband of my boxers, pulled them down exposing my 7in uncut thick man meat and began to take me into his mouth.

It did not feel much different to what I was used to except for the occasional feel of his stubble hitting my balls as he took my full length into this throat.

I began to feel my temperature rise and started to unbutton my shirt as he continued to take me in, licking all the precum from the tip that I was producing.

I removed my shirt and threw it to the floor, my trousers dropping to the floor at the same time; I grab the back of his head pulling him right onto me, forcing my cock deeper into his throat making him gag on it.

I sat on the edge of the table while he removed my shoes and trousers exposing my legs fully allowing me to spread them wider apart.

Jeremy stood up towering over me and pulled me to my feet, turned me round and pushed me over so that my hands were flat on it at and my body was at a ninety-degree angle.

He proceeded pull my cock back behind me off the edge of the table and spread my legs apart, pulled my ass apart and began to work his tongue against my hole.

Working his way around the outside before really working at trying to get his tongue inside my virginal ass and loosen it up, letting out slight moans as he worked hard at it.

I began to let out little moans and groans which seemed to make him go faster and harder at my hole, licking from my balls all the way up to my hole and back down again.

He took my cock back into his mouth and lapped up more of the precum that had been produced, telling me how sweet I tasted.

He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt letting it flap open exposing his slightly hairy chest, which he clearly shaved. He opened his trousers, dropped them and his boxers down to his ankles, pulled me up towards him, and stepped back.

He got me onto my alaşehir escort knees in front of him so that I was eye level with his cock, the head was uncut too but his length was longer and thicker than I was.

I looked up at him worried, as I had never done anything like this before and he grabbed one hand behind my head and other around his cock and pressed his head at the opening of my mouth.

Jeremy’s precum was now starting to coat my lips making them sticky and I began to let my jaw relax opening up enough for him to gently put his cock into my mouth.

Slowly he began to thrust his dick inside my mouth and I closed my mouth around it around it remembering how he had done it to me.

I started to gag choking on this foreign object that was now deeper in my mouth, he continued to guide my head further onto him and started pulling out and pushing it back in just enough that I could take it.

After a few minutes I had slowly got into the rhythm and could feel him starting to pulsate, I could feel his precum coating my mouth, which is a taste I never tasted before, but I liked it.

I got to my feet and started to kiss Jeremy again making him taste his own sweet precum that was on my lips.

We started to play again with each other wanking each other’s cocks rubbing the precum into the shaft.

Jeremey forced me round, pushed me over the table again, and began to bang his cock against my hole sending my body into ecstasy.

He spat on my hole it making it wet and began again to use his tongue against it this time my body relaxing enough to let his tongue get in further than ever before.

He sat down on one of the chairs and held his cock in position and told me to jump on him, I straddled him and placed his cock at my entrance and took a deep breath in as I slowly allowed him to enter me.

There was pain shooting from my hole so I stopped and waited for it to pass, to help me relax a bit more Jeremy started to slowly lick my nipples and taking them in-between his teeth nibbling gently on them.

This helped me to relax and before I know it, he was ¾ inside me and slowly began to start thrusting into me, my cock pressed against his chest and stomach, precum leaking over him.

I started to wank my cock, matching his rhythm bouncing on his lap, getting harder and faster, groans coming from both of our mouths.

He pulled me onto him, the full length now inside me, grabbing my hips pulling me onto him more and more, he fell out and I quickly grabbed his cock and forced it back inside me.

Jeremys cock began to throb even harder as I run my fingers through his hair pushing his head back and began kissing him.

My cock began to throb harder too and I could feel myself wanting to blow my load but unsure of what to do, so began wanking myself off leaning back which made me feel him inside me more.

I leaned back further and continued to wank harder, the pressure becoming so intense I warned Jeremy I was going to come and he held his mouth open hovering above my cock hoping to catch as much of my load as he could.

With every thrust it brought me closer to shooting until finally I shot my hot thick load all up his chest and hitting some into his mouth as he wanted.

Jeremy let out a groan as I cum feeling my hole clench tighter around him; this excited him to such an extent that after a few more thrust he released his load deep into me.

He’s cock thrusting a load in me, I could feel his cum filling me up coating my insides while he groaned a loud moan, so loud I leaned forward and began to kiss him as his body shook in ecstasy.

We lay there together for few minutes, in each others embrace and looked deep into each others eyes enjoying the moment we was in.

After I started to go flaccid, I sat there thinking to myself about how this young lad made me feel with this experience, I quite liked it but what did this mean? Was I gay? Was I Bi?

Who knew! Only time would tell I guess…

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Oral Friends Four – The Surprise

The week after the big fishing trip was moving slowly for me. I found myself missing the companionship that the three of us had shared at the cabin. To be honest I was also missing the sexual excitement I had enjoyed too. I suppose it was the ability to do anything I wanted, within reason, and have it accepted enthusiastically that I really missed. The cabin was almost a fantasyland in itself and real life didn’t quite compare.

Thursday night I was just sitting down to watch the news, dinner having just been eaten, when my cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Phil!”

“Rich, it’s good to hear from you! You haven’t been by lately, what’s up?”

“I’ve been really busy at work, some late nights that finally ended today. I’m glad things have settled down. Hey, can you talk or is Marilyn around?”

“No, she’s in the kitchen, I can talk.”

“Rod called tonight, I just got off with him. He wanted me to tell you again how much he enjoyed the weekend.”

“I did too, tell him I said so.” I paused before I asked the question that I’d been wondering about all week. “Hey, how did his wife react to his ‘new look’?”

“That’s mainly what he called about. He said that he got home before Diane, as he expected. He stripped off his clothes and threw everything in to wash before he hit the shower. He shaved himself again so he’d be smooth and to support his story.”

“His story?” I interrupted.

“Yeah, I’m getting to that. Anyway, Diane and the kids got home about an hour later. He said that after a weekend with the boys she looked really good to him. He suggested that they put the kids down and hit their bed early. She agreed and after giving the kids their baths she put them to bed and joined him in their room.

“She told him she wanted to wash up then she picked up her sexiest nightie and closed the bathroom door. Rod stripped naked, pulled the sheets down and waited. Diane came out a few minutes later and she looked good, according to Rod. As she approached the bed she finally noticed that his pubic hair was gone.

“She asked him why he had done it after all these years of her asking and he told her that he had seen us when we were on the boat and he’d asked why we shaved our balls. Diane interrupted him saying that she didn’t know her brother shaved his balls. He told her that we had extolled the virtues of shaven balls and he’d decided to surprise her. As he was shaving himself he said he got the idea to remove it all, hoping she’d like it but it was no big deal as it would grow back if she didn’t.”

“What did she say, did she like it?” I asked.

“According to Rod she loved it. She’d been after him to trim himself for years so this was a dream come true for her. She made him promise that he’d keep himself shaved like that from now on. The sonofabitch actually had the gall to fake thinking about it before he agreed! He said she attacked his cock like she hadn’t in years. He said it had to be one of the best blowjobs she’d ever given him. Then she got him hard again and rode him through two orgasms for herself. He said she yelled so loud she woke the kids!” Rich laughed heartily at that.

I laughed with him, thinking about what he’d said. “He didn’t say if it was a better blowjob than mine, did he?” I asked curiously.

“I didn’t want to ask if my friend gave better blowjobs than my sister, if you know what I mean. What he did tell me was really too much information, but it was hot hearing about it anyway. I don’t know how I’m going to look my sister in the eye and not be embarrassed!”

“I guess that could make you uncomfortable. Don’t worry about it,” I said, “Rod was just excited and he had to tell someone. I’m glad the shaving thing worked out though. I was a little worried what she might think. It looks like everything worked out for the best.”

“Yeah, well, that’s all I had to talk about. I’ll let you go, now. Bye, Phil.”

“Bye, Rich.” I ended that call and sat back in my chair, once again thinking about our activities of the weekend.

*****

Marilyn and I had just finished the dinner dishes and were discussing what we were going to watch on TV. We were interrupted by the doorbell. I opened it and there was Rich and the look on his face told me this was a ‘social’ visit. He stepped in as I closed the door.

“I stopped by for a quickie,” he said quietly. “I told Joan I needed to borrow your drill but I can’t be gone long.”

“Come on then, let’s go to the garage and get it.” We made our way through the house to the back door. Rich said hi to Marilyn on our way through the kitchen. Once we were out the door we sped up, almost running to the garage. God, we looked like a couple of fools. I opened the side door, headed to the work bench and turned on the light while Rich closed and locked the door.

He turned around and saw me standing there. “Why the hell are you still dressed? I told you I was in a hurry! Drop you pants so I can suck you off!”

As I was undoing my belt and stripping off my pants and akçay escort underwear Rich continued to talk. “I don’t know what’s come over me this week. I’ve done nothing but think about what happened this weekend and I’ve had a craving for your cock and cum that won’t go away.” He shook his head before he dropped to his knees. He grasped my cock and slid it into his mouth, moaning in ecstasy as it sank between his lips.

“I know what you mean. It’s been the same for me. I’ve thought about nothing else all week. I wanted cum so bad I had to jerk off at work and eat it since you weren’t around.”

He pulled back and said “Sorry,” before he went back to sucking, his head moving as fast as he could. This time he also stroked my shaft with his right hand while he massaged my nuts with his left. He really wanted me to get off quick so I tried to help by thinking about this past weekend and getting fucked in the throat.

Between my thoughts and Rich’s actions my balls were boiling much sooner than usual. “Here it comes Rich! Uh! Uh! Uh!” I yelled as shot after shot filled my best friend’s mouth.

He kept moving his head and sucking for a bit more to make sure he got it all before he pulled away. He stood up before he swallowed and I saw his throat working. He opened his mouth, licked his lips and sighed. “Ah, that was good! God I needed that.” He saw the drill sitting on my workbench, picked it up and headed for the door.

I stood there in shock. He was leaving? “Hey, what about my turn?”

He stopped at the door. “Tomorrow, I’ll call you. I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave right now. Bye!”

Well, here I was, half naked in my garage with a freshly sucked cock and no one to blow. I guess I’d have to wait until tomorrow. Boy when I suggested we could have quickies I didn’t think they would be this rushed! On second thought though it was a hot situation. I mean think about it; my friend wanted my cock so bad he rushed over, sucked me off and rushed home just so he could get some of my come with no thought of reciprocation. I knew I’d have to do the same with Rich some time soon to see how it was from the other side.

I pulled up my pants and made my way back to the house. I walked in the kitchen and Marilyn looked at me funny.

“What?” I asked.

“Where’s Rich, wasn’t he with you?”

“He was in a hurry. He got the drill and left by the side yard. I think Joan had a hot project for him. He told me he’d call me tomorrow and we’d get together.”

“Oh, good, I was hoping you’d have something to do tomorrow as Joan and I are going shopping.”

We finished our evening early and went to bed where I honed my oral talents on my wife.

*****

I’d got all my chores for the weekend done early and was relaxing on the patio when my wife came out, kissed me goodbye and left for shopping. Since she was going with Joan I expected to hear from Rich soon. It wasn’t until an hour and a half later that I got the call I’d been expecting.

“Hello?” I said.

“Phil, it’s me. Could you come over now, I have a surprise for you.” Rich said.

His voice sounded funny, like he was having trouble breathing. “Are you okay, Rich?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m great, believe me. Come in the back door and take off all your clothes. I’m in the living room. Hurry up!”

“Be right there!” I said as I ended the call. Now this was interesting. Rich sounded odd, he said he had a surprise for me and he wanted me to come in the back door and strip naked when I got there. Well, whatever was up I’d find out soon. I closed and locked the door behind me and walked over to Rich’s.

I found the back door unlocked, as I expected, so I entered and stripped as I’d been instructed. I made my way to the living room and as I got closer I heard what could only be a porn video playing on the TV.

I walked in and saw Rich sitting on the couch, naked, with his left hand holding his foreskin and his right slowly stroking himself.

“Well, this is a surprise,” I said, catching his attention.

“This isn’t the surprise, at least not all of it. Get over here between my legs and I’ll tell you what your surprise is.”

I picked up a couple of couch pillows, put them on the floor, and knelt down on them. I looked at Rich and waited.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I know how much you love precum. I’ve been thinking of a way to say thanks for introducing me to this new part of our lives and to take advantage of your taste for precum. I’ve been sitting here stroking my cock for the last hour holding my foreskin closed. Right now it’s full of precum for you. See, it’s even bulging slightly.”

I looked closely at his cock. He was right, the foreskin was bulging away from the head and only his fingers pinching off the end was holding it in.

“Anyway, once you finish this you have another hour to make and suck as much precum as you can. I want you to really tease my cock. I want the worst case of blue balls you can give me. Then at the end of the hour I want you to get me off because akdeniz escort by then I’ll need it!” He laughed and looked at me expectantly.

“Wow, Rich, what can I say? This is the best surprise you could have given me!”

“You’re welcome. After I come I have one more surprise for you but I’ll tell you about that later. Give me your hand. I want you to take over pinching off my foreskin so you can release my stuff when you’re ready.”

He grabbed my hand and we carefully replaced his fingers with mine. Now I could tell the pressure that had built up since I was holding him. I swear I felt another spurt fill the skin when he pulled his hands away. Rich had to be in some discomfort after producing all this precum and he still wanted me to tease him for another hour! Boy what a great friend!

I had to figure out how to do this without losing any of what he’d already made. I settled on bending his cock almost horizontal and put the head into my open mouth. I released my fingers and the sweetest burst of precum I’d ever had hit my tongue! I closed my mouth tight and swirled it around, savoring the taste. I’d never had that much at one time before and I wanted to get the full experience.

I swallowed and then stuck my tongue into the foreskin, cleaning it of the remnants that hadn’t spilled out. It felt good with my tongue stuck in the foreskin washing it and his cock head of all the built up fluids.

I pulled back and sighed. I smiled at Rich and I could see he was pleased. “That was the best, Rich! I’ve never had so much at once before! It tasted so good, really sweet, you know? How can I thank you for doing this?”

“You can thank me by getting another load and showing me how much you enjoy it. I almost came just watching your face! You looked like you were in ecstasy!”

“I was, I am. Okay, here we go!”

I pinched off his foreskin again and started the slow, methodical torture of my best friend’s cock.

We watched the porn movie, making comments where appropriate. I had to back off a few times as Rich was getting too close to coming and I didn’t want that. I could feel the little pulses his cock made as he produced another load of precum for me. I had to massage his nuts a couple of times too as they were starting to get painful by the end of the second hour.

It came time to get my second load of the day and I wasn’t sure but I thought it might be even bigger than the first. I again got in position with Rich’s cock pulled down and my mouth open wide under it. I released my fingers and closed my mouth so as not to lose any.

The feeling of a big blob of precum splattering your tongue like that is indescribable. I swirled it around and then swallowed. Again I cleaned the inside of his foreskin, making sure to get it all. Once I was sure I hadn’t missed any I pulled off.

“Phil, buddy, you gotta get me off! I’m dyin’ here!”

I took pity on my best friend, again thinking about how he must feel about me to put himself through this much pain. I immediately started bobbing my head, taking as much as I could while I massaged his nuts gently, hoping to ease his pain a bit. I knew he wouldn’t last long and he didn’t. It couldn’t have been longer than a minute before he started moaning and groaning.

“Oh God, Phil, my nuts feel like they are going to explode! Geez, that hurts! Ah, fuck, I’m CUMMING!”

Spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat and quickly filled my mouth. Denying himself orgasm for so long caused this load to be bigger and more forceful than any I’d got from him before. I actually had to pull back so only the head remained in my mouth. He finally stopped shooting and I held him in my mouth for a bit longer before I slipped it out.

As I had done with him before I leaned my head back and opened my mouth. I wanted him to see this massive load he had given me before it joined his precum in my belly.

I had to swallow three times before I got it all then I smacked my lips. “Boy that was good. You gypped me last night you know, but I forgive you,” I said smiling.

“You should! I about busted a nut today. The least you could do is forgive me for not letting you blow me last night!” he chuckled.

I stood up and sat on the couch next to him. He looked at my cock and noticed it was fully erect and leaking precum. “Well, are you going to let that go to waste?” he asked.

“I didn’t know if you wanted it.”

“No, it’s all yours, it’s your day.”

I scooped up the precum that had slid down my shaft and onto my balls. There was even some on the pillow which I licked off, but I thought it would still leave a stain.

I sat there quietly while Rich caught his breath. He’d really put himself out for me today and I appreciated it. I got to thinking about something he’d said before we’d got started.

“Hey you mentioned another surprise, what is it? I don’t think you can top what you’ve already done.”

“A little anxious aren’t we?” he chuckled. “I don’t know if my next surprise will top what we did earlier akhisar escort but I want to do this too.”

“Okay, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’ve been working on this for a while now and I think I’ve got it knocked. I want you to fuck my face and come down my throat.”

“Oh yeah! I’ll do that for sure. I’ve been hoping you’d learn how to do that. When can we get started?’

He stood up and looked at me. “How about right now?”

I stood up and followed him toward the bedrooms. He passed his daughter’s room and entered the master bedroom.

“Your room?” I said curiously.

“The bed is higher. You won’t have to squat down like I did. It should make it easier for you to really pound me!” he said excitedly.

Rich lay down on the bed on his back with his head hanging just off the edge. He wiggled around a little to get comfortable. “Okay, Phil, step over here. I want you to fuck my throat good, like I did to you. I want you to come down my throat too. Don’t pull out until you are completely done, okay?”

“Are you sure you can handle that? You might need some air.”

“I think I can handle it, but just in case be ready for me to push you back in case it gets too intense. Oh, by the way, make sure to let me know whey you’re gonna cum so I can be ready.”

“No problem, Rich,” I said and moved closer sliding my cock in his mouth. I got it all the way in, but not down his throat, and stopped. “Okay, here we go!”

No matter what he said I didn’t want to start out pounding him right away. I started off with some slow strokes, going deeper each time, so he could get used to the feeling. The first time my cock slipped completely into his throat he moaned and gave me a thumbs-up gesture with his hand. I took that as a sign that I could speed things up. I started to move faster, making sure I went as deep as possible before pulling almost all the way out.

Rich was holding my hips but just to guide me, not to control my movements. He tightened his hands on my hips and pulled me in faster. I guess I wasn’t going fast enough yet so I really let it fly. Soon I was slapping his eyes and nose with my balls as my pubic bone bounced off his chin. I looked down and I could see his throat bulge each time my cock entered. He was right; it *was* hot to see your cock outlined in someone’s throat.

I ran my fingers over my cock as Rich had done to me. It felt really good, almost like I was massaging my cock through my pants but a pair of pants never sucked like this. I kept up the pace of my fucking for several minutes until the sweat started to roll down my back. I slowed down slightly, pausing with my cock fully embedded before withdrawing. I wanted him to get used to having my cock in there for longer periods before I shot my load. Speaking of which, Rich had started fondling my balls with a bit more urgency and I knew it wouldn’t be too long now.

I changed my pace again, giving him three hard strokes and then three slower ones that lingered in his throat. He seemed to like the change as he was moaning almost constantly now. I started to feel the familiar tingle in my balls and the urge to come became urgent.

“Get ready, Rich, a little more… a little more… OH GOD… I’m cumming!” I yelled and stuffed my cock as deep in his mouth as I could get it.

It felt as though the head of my cock was being squeezed by a tight tube as I shot squirt after squirt into my friend. “Almost done… oh your throat feels so fucking good! Aw… fuck!” I said as I withdrew my cock and collapsed on the rug.

Rich sat up slowly and turned over so he could look at me. He was smiling and shaking his head. “God I can’t believe I did it. I wasn’t sure I could go through with it but when your cock slipped into my throat that first time it felt weird but good, you know. Then once I got comfortable with it I just wanted it more. I really liked it this way but we’ll have to work out other ways too for when a bed isn’t available.”

“Whew,” I said, “that was hot, Rich. You’ve got a great mouth, buddy and I’m glad you let me fuck you like that. It was really wild slamming my cock in your mouth like that. I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, not at all. It felt really good, especially when you did that move where you stayed in my throat for a beat before pulling back. I don’t know why, but I really liked that.”

I made a mental note to do that more in the future. I stood up and sat on the bed. “You up for another round?” I asked.

“I don’t know, my nuts are still a little sore. Would you mind if I passed on it this time?”

“No, not at all, Rich. I still can’t believe you did that for me. I’ll always remember today,” I said seriously.

“Hey, you’ve given me so many great first experiences and you were so good with Rod last weekend it was the least I could do. Just don’t expect it too often, maybe once or twice a year.”

“Oh man, once or twice a year would be great! You’re sure about that, twice a year?”

“Yeah, you looked so happy today that I can put up with a little discomfort for a true friend.”

It got quiet then, neither of us knowing what to say. Rich climbed off the bed and I stood up too. He started to straighten out the covers and lent him a hand. We headed out to the kitchen for a beer and then back to the living room where he put on the ball game.

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It had been a couple of weeks since Mary, Curly and I had our little moment in the pub toilet. Mary and I had gone out a couple of times since then, spent a lot of time on the phone, the usual. We’d been on two dates since that night- both ended in some mind-blowing sex. But, being the young bloke I was, I was whacking off every day too.

My old man had a pretty set routine- Dad worked in the city and his girlfriend was a baker, so she’d be out of the house before dawn and he’d usually be gone just after brekky. Mum shot through years ago. So that left me with the mornings to myself to have a really good wank and watch a bit of porn.

I was mostly sticking to the normal straight stuff, but since that night in the stall I’d started to look at more MMF sites, which lead me to some bi stuff, which sort of developed to the point I’d have some gay porn running at the same time as the straight sites. I was getting a bit interested in blokes getting it up their arses.

Didn’t take me long to decide to give it a go for myself.

It started with a finger, then a couple, and I was loving it. But I wanted something a bit bigger. So one morning, once the house was empty, I was in the kitchen finishing brekky and I eyed off the carrots. There were a few big contenders there, one I estimated was the size of Curly, but I decided to start with a smaller one. I lay on my bed, naked, with some lube, and eased it in. After a bit of practice I got used to the rhythm and to opening up my backside and started trying a whole bunch of different angles. I was the star of my own little gay porno! Glad nobody could see me!

I discretely chucked out the carrot and chalked the morning up to an interesting new experience. But then the next morning, right after Dad drove away down the street, something adapazarı escort came over me. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed the Curly-sized carrot. I was halfway to my room when I decided to grab the second-biggest too. I nicknamed him Charlie- not after anyone in particular, just seemed like a good name.

I wanted to make the session last for a bit so I started out gently, but lust overcame me pretty quickly. I squatted down on Charlie and throated Curly. Then I got myself on all fours and drove Charlie in deep. It was when I was on my back, legs in the air, ramming the carrot in me while I was still sucking like a whore on the other one, that I realised a couple of things.

Firstly, I wasn’t paying any attention to the outside world when I was doing this little spit-roast display.

Secondly, I’d left my bedroom door wide open.

And thirdly, my old man had come back for something, and was now standing in the doorway watching his nineteen year old pride and joy doing something he probably didn’t even know you could do with two carrots.

It was the worst moment of my life. I pulled Charlie out, dropped Curly, started mumbling all sorts of crap, tried to cover up with my blankets. My old man’s expression was completely unreadable- I think it was shock more than anything.

“I, uh, I forgot my phone.” he said.

“Oh.” I said, now deeply under the blankets.

There was an awkward pause. Then Dad said, unexpectedly, “I’m gonna put the kettle on. Come have a coffee with me when you’re ready.”

I was never gonna be ready. But eventually I put some shorts on, hid Charlie and Curly under some tissues in my bin and walked out to the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the bench, his tie undone, with two cups of akçaabat escort coffee ready. I sat down, avoiding eye-contact.

“So…” Dad began.

“I’m not gay!” I blurted out.

“It’s ok, Josh. It’d be ok if you were gay, and it’s ok if you’re not and you just like doing that stuff.” He said. He sounded weirdly calm.

“Are you… maybe bi?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee a little too casually.

“Um, maybe? I’m curious but I’ve never done anything with a bloke. And I really like Mary.”

“Ha! Yeah, I can tell that much, you’re always on the damn phone to her.” He chuckled.

“Ok Josh, I’m going to tell you something and I’d like it to stay between us. Inga knows but other than her and a few friends I keep this to myself.” Dad said.

“Ok.” I said, completely unsure where this was going. Did dad get Inga to put on a strap-on and do him up the arse?

“I’m bi.” He said.

“You what now?” I said. “Like with blokes and stuff?” I know I sounded stupid but I just couldn’t picture it. My dad’s a very blokey bloke. He’s not homophobic at all but I just never imagined he’d even consider that sort of stuff with another man.

“Yeah mate. Me and Nubs… well, we have an arrangement.” Nubs was Dad’s best mate, and, I’d thought, straight as an arrow. He was also a pretty good-looking bloke for his age, kept in shape a lot. The thought of Nubs giving it to another guy, or copping it in the arse, was baffling. But also a bit arousing.

“It started when we were a bit older than you. We were flatmates back then, used to watch porn together, one thing led to another. So whenever one of us has a dry spell in the bedroom we just help each other out.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. Mostly I think I got out “Oh.” akçakale escort And “Wow” and “Thanks for telling me.”

After a bit though, I had to ask…

“Uh, dunno if I should ask, but you guys do, like, bum stuff?”

Dad went a bit red for the first time and studied his coffee.

“Uh, yeah mate.”

“Do you like, give it or take it?”

“We both do both.”

“Wow.”

“Yep.”

I felt weird about it, but I had a massive stiffy at this point. I glanced at Dad to see if he’d noticed I was tenting through my shorts. He noticed all right, he wasn’t taking his eyes off it. I started to leak some pre-cum.

“So um, if you want to explore that, I’m just saying that uh, that’s alright and don’t feel bad about it.” He said.

“Thanks Dad.”

“Yep, no worries. I better get to work.” He said, standing up. He had the biggest, most obvious erection through his trousers.

“You gonna take care of that first old man?” I said, eyeing off his crotch with a cheeky grin. Dunno how I suddenly got so bold.

Dad looked down, laughed, and gave his manhood a squeeze through his trousers. “Nah champ, I’m gonna save that for Inga tonight. You get yours sorted though.” He said, nodding at my obvious boner. I laughed and took a sip of coffee.

Dad put his hand on my shoulder.

“Uh, just a couple more things.” He said. My head was eye-level with his crotch. I was a bit worried what the last two things would be because, while this was a good chat, I know how a lot of these chats end in porn and I was NOT up for that with my own father.

“What’s that?”

“Firstly, keep your bedroom door closed, even if you think nobody’s home.”

I laughed “Yeah sure dad. And the other thing?”

“Um…. Can I tell Nubs? I think he’d get a bit of a kick out of it.”

“Uh, sure, I guess. Why not?”

“Cool. Ok Joshy, have a good morning.”

Dad started heading towards the door, grabbing his phone on the way out.

“Oh and try a zucchini.” He said and winked.

He was not wrong about the zucchini. I named that one Nubs.

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My arrival at Jeff’s home for the first time after the death of his grandfather was a moving moment for us both. Once inside the house we fell into each other’s arms and our long kiss led to a flooding of our minds and bodies with emotion. I ran my free hand through his hair while he pressed his groin into mine until the pressure mounted between us and our dicks stiffened with the excitement. He put his hand down to feel mine through my trousers and I smiled, even as I kissed him, then giggled and said “It’s all there, ready and waiting.”

“Lets go upstairs at once,” he whispered, though there was no need for silence in the house.

I had quite a surprise when we reached his bedroom. He had moved into the one at the front of the house which had formerly been his grandfather’s before the old man had become too sick to go upstairs. Jeff had redecorated it so that it felt new, with pictures I had not seen before on the walls. But now was not the time to comment. He drew me again into his arms and there followed a rapturous embrace which ended with my hand untucking his tee shirt from the waist band of his trousers while his fingers searched for – and undid – the top fastening of mine. When my trousers were ready to drop I shuffled them down past my knees while he undid his broad belt and dropped his jeans to his ankles. As soon as he had done this my hand went inside his underpants to feel his wonderful dick and he did the same to me. It was a moment of great joy and for a minute we stood there, our hands round each other’s dick and our lips joined in another long kiss.

“Time to lie on the bed,” he whispered and he turned away, withdrawing his dick from my grasp and taking his hand off mine. “Here’s a chair for you to put your clothes on.”

Very quickly we were both naked, standing in the middle of the room and loving what we saw of each other : two long dicks ready for action with ball sacs swinging low beneath them. We embraced again, long and fiercely, and my hand went down to wrap both our dicks in my grasp. I wished then that whenever I held my own I could be holding his too. Our foreskins had clipped into place beneath the purple rims of our swollen glans which were wet with pre-cum. After I had given them both a few gentle strokes he put his hand down to join mine and urged it to quicker action. This had the effect of bringing me to the edge and as I didn’t want to cum so quickly I said “Lets lie on the bed.”

I got there first and he lay down beside me, then took me in his arms again and rolled on top of me while I held on tightly to his dick. I had never had anyone lie on top of me like that and it was undeniably exciting if somewhat uncomfortable. Soon afterwards, therefore, I rolled him off me and he lay on his back, hands to his sides, as if inviting me to do what I liked with him. And he was such a lovely sight, lying there, with his long dick sticking into the air, his slim build and his complete acceptance of the feelings we were experiencing for each other. So I kissed him again on the lips; then moved my face down to his nipples and kissed them; then caressed with my forefinger the area on his belly where I knew his spunk would soon be landing; and then at last I took his dick between my fingers and caressed that too. Soon my lips had enclosed his glans and he was gasping with pleasure as I ran my tongue round that most sensitive part of him, gradually moving from a circular motion to up and down with my lips. At the same time I gently started to ease my fingers up and down on the loose skin of his shaft and soon I could feel from his shallow breathing and the extra tension in his body that his orgasm was close. I withdrew my lips and glanced briefly up into his face. His eyes were closed but there was an expression of profound concentration there.

“Keep going,” he urged, “I’m close.”

I reapplied my lips, fondling his shaft just below the head again with my fingers, and soon he was gasping and saying “Urlen …. Urlen …” and I knew this was his signal to take my mouth off his knob and stroke more vigorously with my hand. He gave no other indication of approaching orgasm otrher than the soft “Uh … uh… ” I had come to love and the sperm just shot out of him in several long spurts. I was left admiring the pools which formed on his belly. When he had finished spunking I touched the slippery knob with my fingers, sending him into another paroxysm of sensation. “Ah … ah” ..he gasped, so I did it again – and he gasped again. Then I put my lips once more over that pulsating glans and wondered that I had never done this before, so soon after orgasm. His spunk had a unique, rather pleasant taste, and I held my lips in place savouring it while gradually his dick lost its tumescence. Then I withdrew and lay quietly beside him, my hand now gently touching my own dick to keep it excited while he recovered.

“You’re wonderful,” I said, rolling over and giving him a kiss. And with my finger I joined up the little pools of sperm and traced uydukent escort on his belly the words “I love you.” To begin with he couldn’t read the letters so he asked me to do it again. This time, when I got to the end I felt that to say “I love you” might be a bit “heavy”, given the circumstances, so I lengthened the writing into “I love your dick.”

He laughed and said “And I love yours too.”

And now he was ready to wank me, using his lips and fingers in the same way as I had done him, only he used a kind of “sipping” motion with his lips which brought me to the edge almost immediately. I had no reason or desire to hold back and was in control of myself only long enough to utter “I’m close …. I’m close ….Here it cums,” before spewing my juice liberally onto my belly.

“You’re wonderful too,” he said, as he stroked me through the final, dying spasms, then returned the compliment by touching my super-sensitive glans.

I know of no words that adequately convey the sensation that a lover caressing your glans in the seconds after orgasm gives rise to. It would be painful were it not so pleasurable; and yet the pleasure, extraordinarily intense as it is, is close to pain. It doesn’t last long for the glans quickly closes down on you and it’s not the same if you do it to yourself immediately after masturbation.

After it was over we lay quietly beside each other on the bed, our dicks deflated. Then we began to talk. He wanted to say that this might be the last time we would have sex together because he needed to start a new life by finding someone with whom he could fully share it. He laid emphasis on the word “fully” because he said our relationship and the sex were great, but I was not free to join him on a permanent basis and I was difficult to phone during the week if he wanted to talk with me. He was very anxious for me to understand this and that he had enjoyed every moment we had been together.

I reassured him as best I could. Inwardly I was bleeding to think that I might not see him again to share the strong sexual attraction we felt for each other. The loss of his warm, gentle personality, such a contrast to Chris’s less engaging taciturnity, cut me to the quick because we were both deeply lonely people at heart. But I knew that his grandfather, who had been fond and proud of him, had been his main emotional tie and that he had enjoyed the daily cares and chores of looking after him when he fell ill. His was a naturally helpful and generous character : he liked to be of service to other people. As he once said to me : “I like to give.” Now he was left alone in the house and was still coping with the pain of bereavement. His mother, not naturally sympathetic, was unable to help. He would be happier with a new man in his life who could, perhaps, live with him and give him more of himself than I could. Part of me was still badly wanting my wife to come back and my children had never given up hoping that she would.

I asked him “Why not advertise then?” and he said he had been thinking of it but felt nervous about making the first move. It was, he thought, easier to respond to the adverts of others (as he had done to mine) than to advertise himself.

“You get more choice if you do the advertising,” I pointed out. “Why don’t we sit down together and work out an ad for you to place in the local papers. It’s free – and will give you a voice mail-box. All you have to do is work out the written ad, then think of what you want to say on your voice mail recording when people phone in response to the ad. Then you can listen to what the guys say and choose whether or not to reply to the phone number they’ll give you.”

“OK” he said simply, “We’ll do that when we go downstairs. But first ….” And he took me into his arms again and kissed me; our dicks re-stiffened and soon we were both wanking each other and going hell for leather for the second orgasm. It took considerably longer this second time and to my surprise, because I was the one who usually needed less stimulation to reach a climax, he came first; but the sight of yet more spunk erupting from his magnificent dick immediately had me on edge, and I came too, bucking my hips to get the maximum satisfaction from it.

We cleaned up in the bathroom, which he had also redecorated, and went downstairs where, with pencil and paper, we roughed out a simple draft advertisement stating his age and locality, the fact that he could accommodate but not travel far; and that he was looking for a long-term relationship. The recorded message was more difficult because it was more personal and he could say more that was meaningful. We decided that he should ask the men who responded to say a little about themselves, their age, circumstances, experience and interests and when they were free to meet. He stated again that he was looking, if possible, for a long-term and loving relationship. Jeff got nervous about phoning the newspaper, so I did this for him, zeytinburnu escort reading out the agreed text of the ad. I was given the voice-mail box numbers for recording the spoken message and listening to the replies and told the ad would appear on Monday and in the next two editions. Jeff practised speaking the bit and then did the recording. All he had to do now was wait for next week. I left him, giving him a hug full of fondness, and promised to come again next Thursday to find out if anyone had replied.

When I got there a week later and asked how many replies he’d had, he looked at me in a kind bewilderment and said “I’ve had so many I don’t know where to start. I had no idea there were so many people out there wanting to reply. It’s costing a small fortune phoning the voice box on premium rates but it’s exciting! And the amazing thing is that most of them are married.”

Being married myself, though separated from my wife, I gave a rueful grin and noticing this he said “Oh, sorry” but in truth I didn’t mind at all. By that time it had become, for me, a normal way of life.

He had made a note of each of the recorded phone calls he had received and we re-dialled to listen to the ones he thought the most interesting. They were all different, some spilling their emotions onto the tape, others nervous and hesitant and finding it difficult to say anything connected; and it was one of these that Jeff had fixed on as being of greatest interest for following up. The message, with plenty of pauses, went as follows :

“This is Lionel… er, I’m thirty-eight and er… married but my wife has thrown me out. I don’t have …er.. a lot of experience but I ..er ….. I can travel …. I’m a signalman on the railway and I ..er ..could visit you any time when I’m not on shift. I’ve got my own allotment and… er… like gardening. …. Er…. I’m five foot six and I’ve got dark hair .. er.. what’s left of it. You can .. er… phone me on my mobile” (and he gave the number) “anytime. I.. er .. hope very much you’ll want to phone me.” There was a pause and then a click as the phone went down, as if he had run out of anything to say yet knew he ought to have said more. I could see why he appealed to Jeff.

“Have you phone him then?” I asked.

“Yes. He sounds nice. Quite quiet and shy, I’d say.”

“Did you ask him why he wanted to meet a man?” “Yes. He said he’d always known that he was bi-sexual and that his wife had found out. He’s got two children apparently.”

“So have I,” I reminded him.

“Do you think I should meet him?”

“Of course. If you don’t like him you don’t have to do anything or see him again. But don’t invite him here until you’ve met him, say in a pub, like when you met me. Why not ring him now? If he’s at work in his signal-box , he’ll probably be able to take a call on his mobile.”

In fact Lionel had finished his shift and was at work on his allotment when Jeff’s call came through. Jeff, with his shop assistant’s training, was fluent and business-like on the phone and in no time they’d made a date to meet on the Saturday afternoon at the same pub he’d met me. He smiled up at me as he made the arrangement and when the call was over he said “It would be funny if we found we’d already met somewhere.” Then, “And now, lets go and celebrate” – and he set off upstairs.

The sex was again wonderful, but poignant too in that we knew that it was probably for the last time. Jeff had said that if he formed a new relationship he would be faithful to his new partner and I knew that this was what he wanted. I was deeply sorry about losing him but above all I wanted him to be happy. He was such a generous, warm and open-hearted guy that he deserved what he was looking for, namely a long- term relationship with someone he could love and who would love, admire and appreciate him. After it was over we lay for a long time side by side on the bed, talking quietly and just being friends. I offered to be of help to him should he ever need it and said I would continue to use the Builders Merchants so I would be seeing him from time to time. We held our embrace for a long, long time before I left his home and returned to mine. Both my children were out when I got there and I felt lonely and sad. Though I could visit Chris for sexual excitement, I was not fond of him in the same way; and I knew that whatever the world called it, it was a genuine sense of love that I felt for Jeff and that Jeff felt for me. The feeling was precious; and now it was being replaced by the kind of emptiness I had experienced when first my wife had left me. I scarcely knew what to do with myself.

However I decided not to contact Chris, anyway for a month or two, and I held off going to the Builders Merchants for four weeks. When eventually I went there one glance at Jeff, at the counter, showed me he was happy. He suppressed his start of recognition when he saw me but when I wandered into the back regions of the shop he found an şişli escort excuse to come there and in a hurried conversation told me all was well and asked after me. “Lionel OK then?” I asked quietly, and he nodded and went back to the counter.

That set the pattern for the next few visits to the shop, then, a few months after Lionel had moved in, Jeff asked me if he could telephone me at a time convenient for us both. There was something he wanted to ask me. We arranged a time to talk and I walked out of the shop wondering what it could be. He seemed happy – surely there could be nothing wrong between him and Lionel? I had met Lionel briefly on one of my shop visits. He was there, talking to Jeff, who introduced me. It was only the briefest of introductions, but from the look Lionel gave me I reckoned Jeff had told him who I was. It was an appraising, rather than an antagonistic look. Lionel himself struck me as a rather unprepossessing-looking little man, balding, dark-haired, slight of build, pale-faced and with a tendency to be nervous. I wondered whether he could easily be made jealous. We shook hands and I moved off after nodding and saying “Hello.” So I was very surprised when Jeff phoned me to say that it was Lionel who wished to talk with me and, if I was willing, could he arrange a meeting between us?

I said “Yes, of course,” and agreed to meet Lionel at his allotment on the next Saturday morning.

It was a damp, cold and overcast day when I reached the allotment. Summer had given way to autumn, and autumn was giving way to winter. Lionel was digging manure into the soil and there were a few straggly leeks and brussel sprouts and not much else. At the end of his narrow allotment garden there was a shed with its door open. He was wearing a grubby boiler-suit and sweating slightly with the exercise.

He put his fork down as I approached and held out his wrist for me to shake as his hand was dirty. “Good of you to come,” he said in a pleasant voice. “No problem finding your way here then?”

“Jeff have me excellent instructions,” I said.

He smiled. “You must be wondering what I want to talk with you about. Come inside the shed and I’ll make us a cup of tea. Then we can talk.” His conversation didn’t sound nervous or disjointed as it had when I listened to his tape-recorded message to Jeff; and it was I who seemed the more disconcerted as we made our way into the shed. It had started to rain lightly as we went inside and Lionel said “Just as well it’s dry in here.”

Inside there was a table next to a small window with a chair drawn in under it. On it were seed catalogues, potting containers, a kettle with a gas-driven hob under it, two mugs (much stained) and the wherewithal for making tea. Hooks for gardening tools lined the long wall opposite the window and there were shelves all round for plants and trays. At the far end, opposite the door, which he had closed as we came in, was a mattress with half its length up against the wall and the other half on the floor. He washed his hands in a watering can that was standing near the door, took a handkerchief out of his pocket to dry them, pulled the chair out for me to sit on, struck a match to light the gas and set the kettle to boil.

“The vegetables I grow here come in real handy now I’m with Jeff,” he said.

“Who does the cooking?” I asked.

“We share it – sometimes me, sometimes him. We don’t have much money to go out and anyhow I wouldn’t want my missus to see him by accident-like with me.” He gave a wintry smile. “She doesn’t know where I am and I don’t want her to know.”

“Do you have children?” I asked as if divining by inspiration that that was what he wanted to talk with me about.

“That’s it,” he said quickly. “I do – and it’s about them I wanted to ask your advice.”

Advice! I felt I was far from being able to advise anyone on the subject, having struggled as a single parent with my own two.

“I’ve got two children – a boy and a girl like you, only they’re younger – seven and five.”

I could tell that Jeff had been talking to him about me, but I didn’t mind, having total confidence in Jeff’s discretion. I waited for him to carry on.

“They’re with my wife but I’ve been granted access to them. She knows I’m …” (for the first time he hesitated, then taking a deep breath) “She knows I’m queer, but they don’t.”

He looked up at me, anxiety written all over his face and I noticed what nice, light brown eyes he had. In a rush he said, “What do I tell them, when do I tell them, and how will it affect them, if they know their dad’s queer?”

While I was thinking how to reply, the kettle started to whistle and he turned his attention to making the tea, which was just as well as I needed time for thought.

When he was ready for a reply I said slowly, “Being queer – does that make you any less of a dad?”

“I don’t feel so,” he replied.

“Do you love your kids?”

“Yes” – fervently.

“How have they reacted to your leaving home?”

“They want us to get together again.”

“And that’s completely impossible?”

“Yes – completely.”

“Why?”

“My wife thinks I’m dirty.” He looked at his hands, all dirty with manure and laughed. “Not dirty like this but morally dirty, corrupt, bad …..”

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This is part three of the story of my time in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

*****

I knew Blaise’s birthday was coming up in a couple weeks. I wanted do something special for him, especially after the expensive lens he got me for Christmas. But, I couldn’t afford much. It had to be special, specifically tailored to him, and yet, uniquely me all at once.

When the idea came to me it hit me like a thump on the head. Nude pictures. Glamour shots. Whatever you want to call it. As a professional photographer, it seemed only natural that I take some provocative shots of myself for him to enjoy. And, they have the added bonus of having been shot – at least, some of them – with the lens he bought me.

It would be the perfect gift. Photos of me from fully dressed to completely naked shot just for him on a lens he provided. The only problem was that I wasn’t sure how many photos to shoot or how long it might take to shoot, process and print them. And, I only had two weeks.

The idea had just popped into my head Saturday just after I left Blaise’s house. I didn’t want to waste any time. So, I started shooting that Sunday right after Blaise left my apartment. It was fate that the apartment was already clean.

I loaded a roll of black-and-white film into one of my cameras because I could develop and print black-and-white at work. That would be the quickest way of getting some prints to Blaise. And, of course, they would seem more artsy in black-and-white.

Color film would be a different consideration. We didn’t do color processing at work, or have color chemicals or paper and it would look suspicious if I suddenly brought some in. Of course, you couldn’t just drop off nudes at your neighborhood Fotomat or Kmart, either. Oh, you might get away with one or two shots on a roll. But multiple rolls of nothing but bare dick and balls would throw up a red flag. I did plan to shoot some color. But I would have to send it off to a professional lab that understood the concept and legitimacy of nude photography.

I hadn’t seen many nude photos of men or gay magazines, so at first all I could do was imagine which poses I’d seen of women that might look good with a man instead. I had been thinking about it all night and had ideas for different spots in my apartment where the natural light was good and places where I might need to use artificial light or reflectors. A shooting plan was formulating in the back of my mind the entire time he and I were cleaning that Sunday morning.

One thing I was pretty sure of was that a lot of male models had clean-shaven balls. I already had been shaving my shaft for several years because my fiery red hair grew halfway up, which was uncomfortable both for me and for the few – OK, two – girls I’d been with. I’d never tried shaving my balls; I was afraid the wrinkles would be a real problem. As it turns out, shaving them, even with a plain dry razor was easy after a hot shower. The worst part was trying to see what I was doing to get everything back to my asshole completely hairless. Fortunately, I was limber enough to manage. I left all the hair in front though. I didn’t like the completely hairless look I’d seen before. I didn’t want to look like a 10-year-old or a porn star.

As soon as Blaise left, I hopped in the shower to make sure everything that ended up on film was clean, and then quickly shaved.

For the next seven hours I shot myself with my camera on a tripod and a long, air-controlled remote shutter release in several different outfits – or I should say in and out of several outfits all over my apartment. I did shots in just jeans, in jeans with the button undone, in jeans with the zipper undone, in jeans pushed halfway down my ass. I did poses in just a button-down shirt. I did poses in just underwear, tight and loose boxers. I did poses in just shorts and a tank top and, of course, the swim trunks Blaise liked so much. Cheesy or not, I even took a few wearing only my brown leather bomber jacket. With each outfit and each location I slowly reduced the amount of coverage to zero so that I had a wide variety of poses completely nude.

I made sure there were plenty of poses that left nothing to Blaise’s imagination. In some I was sitting on the couch in a position that would be familiar to him, legs spread, one foot on the couch, knee up, half-hard cock well displayed. Some showed me standing with my dick straight out like a flagpole on the side of a flesh building. Many showed me holding my meat out offering it to him, both half-hard and fully erect. I knew these would be pretty popular because Blaise hadn’t really seen me jack myself off yet except for the few minutes he watched me play in the shower. I felt he might enjoy seeing me really handling my own cock for a change. I even did a few macro shots – extreme close-ups – of my swollen maltepe escort glans and puckered hole.

Ideas would come to me just walking through the apartment or while shooting something else. I sat on kitchen chairs, the couch, the bed, the floor, you name it. I did a few shots leaning against and sitting on my kitchen counter that I thought looked really good. At one point I got the idea of doing a series of shots showing me roll a condom on to my erect cock shooting from a couple different angles, that burned up almost an entire roll of film. At the time, of course, AIDS was a major thing, and this shoot seemed topical. There’s some of my photojournalism at work.

I wanted to shoot some of myself in the shower but I had to have the water too hot. The steam made photography impossible in my little bathroom.

I stayed at work late Monday night to develop and print the 12 rolls I shot the day – and night – before. I was impressed I had more keepers than junk. It took a couple hours to print just half the shots I wanted to share with Blaise. Tuesday would have to be a late night, as well, to finish all the prints. I made sure I made two prints of each so I would have a copy for myself.

On the way home that night I stopped at a Mom-and-Pop gas station and convenience store that I knew had a wide selection of porn magazines. I bought the two gay magazines they had as research.

At home I started looking through my shots with a critical eye an found that my favorite shots all seemed to be a little more conservative. I liked the ones where I had only a bit of red pubic hair peaking out of low-slung blue jeans, or maybe just a tease of the tip of my dick slipping out from under a sheet on the bed. Of the nude shots my favorite pose – and what I saw as the sexiest – was shot from directly in front of me. My knees were up and my dick and balls were either hanging straight down between my thighs, or my dick was hard and pointing at the ceiling or even laying back on my stomach. Something about those shots really turned me on. They also highlighted my smooth balls.

Comparing my shots to the magazine, I found that I liked my work a lot better. A few shots lined up. But, most of the magazine photos were much more in-your-face with spread ass cheeks and close-ups of waiting assholes or two or more guys together and what looked like rough use of a models dick. I liked my attempt at art and glamour instead of the strong XXX of the magazines. I hoped Blaise would like it, as well.

At this point I hadn’t even considered the possibility of butt play or anal sex. Blaise hadn’t mentioned it either. Maybe it had to do with AIDS. But I assumed gay men liked at least seeing mens’ asses as much as straight men liked womens’ butts. So, I included some shots of my ass coming out of jeans, hanging out below a button-down or tank top, and completely uncovered. I even did a few bent over to give a clear view of my asshole – in a nod to the magazines. In a couple I teased by covering it with my hand. Another shot I really liked was one of these showing my asshole, yes, but also my dick and balls hanging clearly down between my legs. With properly controlled lightly, my smooth balls and taint were on full display.

While these were shot in black-and-white, I had loaded color print film in one of my other cameras so I could shoot both color and black-and-white throughout the process. I tried to shoot only the best poses in color because that was really going to cost me. There were only four rolls to ship off. But, I was confident they would be full of great, sexy shots.

My grand idea here was to have them shipped back to Blaise’s address. So, when they arrived it would be a whole new surprise. Between now and then I would have to get him alone to show him my black-and-white prints.

I waited none too patiently for him to arrive at work Wednesday morning. As soon as he did I headed to his desk and asked what he was doing after work.

“Nothing, as usual,” he said.

“I want to come over and show you something”

Of course, he always was up for me showing him something. I told him I’d meet him at his house by 5:30.

He had just gotten in when I pulled in behind him later that night. Blaise gave me a quizzical look when he watched me walk in carrying a folder of photographic prints.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Are we being watched or something?”

“Of course not,” I replied, indignant. “Just sit down and look at these.”

I placed one hand on his shoulder as I pushed the folder into his hands.

When he opened the folder and saw the first black-and white shot of me bare-chested in jeans leaning on the arm of my couch, his eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Oooh!”

I explained that I had shot these as a birthday present for him. But I just couldn’t wait for him to see them.

He didn’t speak for a minute, staring lustily at my photos. I thought he might not have heard me.

“You manavgat escort don’t have to get me anything,” he finally said without looking up.

“So, should I take these back?” I asked reaching for the folder.

“Oh, hell no,” he cried. “You better get your hands away.”

He headed for the couch as he flipped through the 8″x10″ prints one by one slowly, savoring each one like a connoisseur. I sat right next to him on the couch and found my hand resting on his thigh while he looked through the prints. Eventually, I actually saw a drop of saliva fall from his mouth as he stared at one photo.

The dress pants he was wearing were a little tight in front and I could see a bulge developing and slowly straightening in his crotch. By the time he’d flipped through the entire stack there was a visible stain of pre-cum on his pants where his raging hard-on ached.

While he flipped through the photos he pulled out specific prints.

“I want to see this pose in person,” he said. “And this one.”

When he got to ones that showed my shaved balls and taint he said, “Ooh! You shaved your balls! I definitely want to see that up close!”

“Did you shave your asshole?” he asked, pulling one print up close to his face.

I explained that I wasn’t sure about the butt and asshole shots. But I’d seen a few photos of men like that and they all had shaved balls, taints and assholes. Blaise said he loved them.

“I’m not really into anal right now,” he admitted. “But I’ll try anything you want.”

“These are just photos I thought you’d like,” I answered. “What we do is entirely up to you. If you don’t want to do something, we don’t do it. I don’t know what I’m doing, what a man likes, or what I’m expected to do. You know I’ve never been with a man before. Or had a friend with benefits, or boyfriend. Whatever this is.”

He paused and cocked his head slightly.

“Hmm. I hadn’t thought about putting a label on this,” he said. “I’m not sure we’re ‘boyfriends’ really. But friends with benefits might be good.

“And, I know a benefit I’d like to cash in right now,” he said, reaching over to stroke my cock through my jeans.

“Why don’t you undress me?” I said. As I pulled my hand off his thigh, I made sure to brush against his erect cock in his pants. “Then I’ll assume a pose or two for you.”

He hungrily pulled my sweater over my head and nearly popped the buttons off the shirt underneath trying to undo them. The first thing he wanted to see was me sitting with my legs pulled up displaying my shaved balls and taint more than anything. He inspected the area thoroughly, lifting my balls and spreading my ass cheeks. My cock grew and thickened as he did so. By the time he’d seen enough I was rock hard and ready to be manhandled.

He spit directly on to my glans a couple times and started smoothing it over my entire length. Looking at the photos again and especially watching him look at them had gotten me aroused and I was ready for his attention.

He alternated stroking with a loose hand and then a tight squeeze. He pushed into my glans, squeezing it flat against the erectile tissue and pushed his index fingertip into the hole. He made sure to give my smooth balls extra attention and rubbed a saliva-slick finger over my taint down to my asshole for a new thrill. I found myself wanting to touch him, to stroke his shoulders or hair, but I couldn’t reach any part of him without getting in the way of his “work.”

He leaned in to drop some more saliva on me.

“Would it be better to just lick it a little for lubrication?” I asked, honestly not realizing what I’d said.

He gasped and his eyes became quarters.

“Are you sure?”

I silently thrust my groin closer to his face.

He sees immediately snaked his wet tongue from the base to the swollen tip of my cock. Now, it was my turn to gasp. He swirled his tongue around the head several times before gliding back to the base.

Finally, he went back to his hand work, stroking my shaft like master. His other hand had never left my asshole and was now applying gentle pressure, pushing inward over and over.

The new sensation – combined with the feeling of Blaise’s tongue – was more than enough to drive me over the edge and I sprayed cum into the air between us. Cupping his hands over my glans he again caught most of it before doing his disappearing act.

After he cleaned me up I just half lay on the couch and he gently rubbed over my smooth balls and taint with his fingertips. I lifted and spread my legs to allow him access to my smooth crack. It felt wonderful, but it was relaxing me almost to the point of falling asleep.

I had to leave before I couldn’t and, after I dressed, told my friend I’d see him in the morning. For some reason I was driven to lean in and give him a hug at the door. He squeezed me close with one arm.

His smile and elevated mood the next day were obvious. We went to lunch marmaris escort together but spent it eating something from a drive-thru in a parking lot while Blaise thumbed through the prints. He stopped at different ones to point out little details he liked, or to show me ones he especially liked. This gave me another idea.

I had to work late that Friday. So, I decided to stay a bit longer to scan my copy of the prints. I then spent a little more time laying out and printing a small photo-book of my shots. It wasn’t much. It was just on plain paper and didn’t have a real cover. But, I thought Blaise would like having the photos in a more compact package.

I gave it to him the following day at his house.

“I love it,” he said. “I wish this paper was waterproof. ‘Cause this thing’s getting abused.”

“I still have the file,” I assured him. “I can print you another one when the time comes.”

The next Friday night I stopped by Blaise’s place after dropping off film from some city meeting that ran late. Thankfully, the film could wait until Monday morning since it was already after 10 p.m. I was ready for a drink, but didn’t want to go home to an empty apartment.

I rang the bell on the carport door and Blaise was there in a second. Headlights in his driveway lit up the living room like a search light.

He was watching some movie he’d rented. I dropped to the couch just beside his favorite spot as he went to the kitchen. He returned with a beer for me. He’d taken to keeping my favorite in the house at all times. In a few seconds he was next to me with a hand on my thigh.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Some bad horror flick I rented from that place you like downtown,” he replied. He sat up and reached for the strings of my Nike’s. I knew where this was going and let him have his fun. He liked undressing me almost as much as he liked watching me strip for him.

“I haven’t seen this one,” I said as I moved and repositioned as necessary for him to get my shoes and socks off. Blaise knew I had a soft spot for B- movies, especially horror and sci-fi. I think he was trying to find a way of appreciating them, as well. At least, for my sake.

After my shoes and socks were out of the way, he started unbuttoning my shirt. He took the beer bottle from my hand and set it on the coffee table long enough to get me shirtless. At this point we both stood up simultaneously. After the first few times, this had become a tightly choreographed dance.

Thirty seconds later my jeans were on the floor beside my feet. Blaise left my tight bikini underwear in place. This was his preferred outfit for television viewing – at least, for the first little while. But, he always made sure to give my cock a stroke and squeeze through them whenever my jeans came off. I sat back down and he handed me my beer. His hand was back on my bare thigh a second later, sliding along its length. He would find my cock in a minute.

As we watched the movie a thought hit me. Blaise’s birthday was the next day. I had given him my photos last week. But, I felt like I needed to recognize his actual birthday somehow.

I supposed I could take him to dinner or something – like anybody else might do. But, I really wanted to do something special, something that was unique to me like the photos. I knew exactly what it would be. And, tonight was the perfect opportunity. I was here unexpectedly. There was no set-up. It would be a perfect surprise. He was in the mood, or would be. I was in the mood and ready for something new. All the pieces fit.

I finished my beer and got up.

“I’m going to go wash off real quick,” I said, not an unusual thing for me to do. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I was back in less than ten minutes, having showered off quickly. I was only wearing a towel since I hadn’t brought any clean clothes.

When Blaise saw me he stopped the movie and turned off one of the lamps, setting a more personal mood.

I settled in on the end of the couch in my usual spot. I spread my legs, which pulled the towel open displaying my cock and balls. I wasn’t even half-hard yet.

Blaise’s hand glided up my leg beginning at the ankle that was nearest him. On the way up he leaned down and kissed my knee.

I made a small approving sound. That was only the second or third time his mouth had touched me anywhere. We’d been “together” for two months and he hadn’t offered to kiss me until last week and just now. If he wanted to kiss me, he just needed to do it. As with other things, I might have to take charge on that one.

When his hand finally reached my crotch I already was heating up. It didn’t take long for me to respond to his technique.

As he stroked my cock with one hand, his other kneaded my balls like a magician rolling trick balls between his fingers. His face pressed on up to my stomach and he started kissing a trail up to my chest and neck. I let another small moan show my approval.

I began running my fingers through his hair.

His work on my meat was getting results as a little pre-cum was released and he pushed me closer to cumming.

I pulled his head up to mine and kissed him. His eyes showed a little shock.

“Do you want to taste me?” I asked, breathless.

“You mean lick it again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phil was defiantly a hottie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was exactly what I wanted too!!!

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

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

Cleanphil

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

“We should take this inside,” Kat responded.

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss me,” she ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“With pleasure, dear sister.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

Ken and I both looked at each other and smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

“Have a look for yourself, sis.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you said…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” Was all I could tell him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” I said, I mean who doesn’t.

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

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