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Hi everyone, just dusting out the cobwebs a little and trying a new kind of informal voice in this story. Let me know if you would like to see this one continue.

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The thing nobody told me about turning eighteen is that everything stays the same. There are, of course, a few things you can do when you’re eighteen that you couldn’t before, but unless some life-altering event coincides with your birthday, you’re going to feel about the same as you did.

This is probably a double-edged sword for most people, as it is for me. Of course there are a number of things about the way my life is going that I don’t like, but there are just as many things keeping me happy. Thomas Chu is a good example of the latter.

Thomas Chu is my best friend. He turned eighteen a month before I did. He bought a pack of cigarettes with sixteen dollars and the law on his side. We stood at the edge of the school grounds where it was allowed and smoked four of them (Thomas had two and one-third cigarettes and I had one and two-thirds). I wondered about whether it was illegal for me to smoke them, since I was still seventeen. Thomas said you only have to be eighteen to buy them. You can smoke them at any age you want. That sounded like utter bullshit to me and I wanted to look it up on my phone, but my favorite teacher Ms. Nolan told my English class a few days earlier that she missed the days when we couldn’t look everything up every minute of our goddamned lives. She said those days were more tranquil. That got me thinking a lot for some reason. So I had been trying not to use my phone as much for looking things up.

Thomas turned to me just as I slipped it back into my pocket. The breeze caught his straight black hair and sent it kind of twirling in a way that made me hold my breath for half of a second.

“That’s right, put it back,” he said in his hoarse voice. His voice is kind of gravelly because he is always using it up. Thomas likes to yell like a maniac no matter what game he’s playing. Last fall it was football. You should see him—we used to play on the same team and his voice would just be going full-force the entire time, no matter what the hell was happening out there. I didn’t make the cut for football once we got into high school and decided track and field was good enough. I go out for it in fall and spring.

“Nobody can see us here,” I complained. “Everybody left already.”

“What difference does it make?”

“I want to be seen smoking a cigarette,” I said. That is the kind of thought I would normally keep to myself, not say out loud. But with Thomas, I’m more open about the stuff I’m thinking. Not everything, but some things.

I learned about vanity recently and now I believe I am a vain person. Vain people like to be seen smoking cigarettes. I’m trying not to be too hard on myself about it, though, because I suspect that a majority of people around me are also vain. In this dumb school, even if only five people saw us smoking at the edge of the parking lot, word would get around about it, and then we would be the two boys who smoke on school grounds. Who the hell cares what side of the chain fence we were on? And then I would get asked in the hall, “Do you smoke? I heard you and Chu smoked on school grounds.” And I would say, “Not as a habit,” and just fucking walk away. I don’t think I need to tell you what kind of a badass fucking statement that would make. The payoff for curating your public image in this school is both immediate and wonderful.

Anyway, now I’m the one. Thomas asks if I want a ride to go buy cigarettes after school and I tell him it would be a waste since he still has about twelve left in his pack.

“Oh yeah,” he says. “I don’t know where I put them, though.”

“They’re in your glovebox.”

“Oh yeah,” he says.

Thomas drives his dad’s old Lexus, which sounds pretty nice until you see it. It’s from 1990, a year that was covered in the third-to-last chapter of our US history textbook. That’s right, there have been two entire chapters’ of worth of US bağcılar escort history since that bag of bones rolled off the line. I guess it must have been pretty nice back in the day, though. Nowadays the V8 engine sounds like a jet mixed with a meat grinder when he gets on it.

People always make fun of Thomas and me for spending so much time together. There are plenty of rumors that we’re into each other, which isn’t true. It doesn’t get to me much, but it bothers Thomas quite a bit. I’ve told him before that he should just ignore it. I’ve told him that making a big thing about it will only fuel the fire. He understands the concept, but he just can’t seem to get himself under control.

“It fucking annoys me so much,” he’ll say. One time, he said the following: “If I were a fag, fine, I think I could accept it about myself. But I’m not.”

We were in his messy bedroom, just lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling fan.

I pulled him aside as much as any small person can of a large person (we’re not that different in size, but he is taller and more jacked than I am). I made him look me in the eyes. “I don’t know where that word came from,” I said, “but you can’t go off saying it. It’s not a good word.”

“I’m only saying it to you,” was his reply, as if that made it better somehow.

“Well I don’t want to hear it.”

He got really quiet for a while after that. I think I confused him a little.

He worries too much about the whole thing. Both of us have girlfriends. Mine’s name is Lexie and she’s in all AP classes. She and I hang out a lot after school and the best part is she gets along well with Thomas’s girl, whose name is Madison. They’ve become pretty good friends since we all started hanging out together. This is exactly what I was telling you about—how I have a lot of good things going in my life.

But it doesn’t stop me from constantly devising plans to get out of this dumb town. Thomas and I used to talk about what city we would run off to if we could. Seattle or Portland are the default edgy answers if you’re from the area. Everybody who believes themselves to be edgy wants to go to one or the other, even though few people have made actual plans. Many will stay in state and go to the university up north, and many more will stick around town.

Two types of people will stay here: the people who are too afraid to leave, and the die-hards. Madison is a die-hard. She’ll say, “Boise actually has a lot going on. Everyone’s talking about it these days. Even Seattle Times posted this story about how it’s growing up as a city and…” She’ll go on for ten minutes like this if you don’t change the subject. Lexie and I always share a look when she talks like this.

Madison will stay here, for sure. I’m actually worried Thomas will stay because of her. He has a football scholarship to U-Dub all lined up, if he wants it. There’s money on the table if he stays here, too, and I think it’s more. I don’t know what he’ll do. Every time I think about him staying here, I start getting really, really sad all of a sudden. I’m not sure why, except that we spent so much time back in the day talking about getting out.

That’s the thing. I am getting out, and Portland and Seattle weren’t good enough for me. I’m headed north. Vancouver. I’m just that edgy. The university up there called my name and I have the grades for it. You should see me. I’m so fucking smart.

Anyway, Thomas and I leave the school around four to smoke. When I say “leave” I mean that we stand with our legs pressing into that knee-high chain fence at the edge of the parking lot. Not a lot of students smoke these days, so it makes for a significant episode, and this time more people are around to see. Lexie is going home to be with her grandma who is in town visiting from Salt Lake. She’s not ready for me to meet her grandma, and I am relieved about that. She drives down the row of cars toward us. Her windows are down. When she sees me and Thomas smoking she hits bahçelievler escort the brakes and her dumb old car sort of lurches forward.

“Jesus, Niko, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The car behind her honks.

I pretend I don’t know her and she gives me her we’ll-talk-later eyes. She speeds out of the parking lot.

“Niko, my boy, today you’re a man,” Thomas says, giving me a big slap on the back. He’s about two inches taller than me, at an even six feet. Lately he’s been showing me the particulars of his workout routine in his dad’s garage. His arms are a good thirty percent larger than mine. I want my body to look like his. This is due to my vanity. I’m sure his body looks the way it does in no small part because he is as vain as I am.

“I don’t feel any different,” I say.

There aren’t any clouds in the sky. It’s getting hot. It’s your typical late-spring day around here. I’d say more, but there’s nothing remarkable about this place. The school looks like a cluster of gray boxes.

We each have two this time. A Junior called Garrett Landon comes over and smokes one. Then we close the carton and put it back into Thomas’s glove box, and put the matter to rest for a while. We ditch Garrett and Thomas drives me to his dad’s place. It’s a three bedroom duplex off of Cole Road with a shared backyard. Thomas’s little brother Alfred is on the couch playing Switch, and Thomas tells him to leave.

“Why do I have to leave?”

“Fuck you, that’s why. We want to play.”

“You’re such a little bitch,” says Alfred as he walks out of the room. I like Alfred. He’s in the ninth grade and doesn’t take shit from anyone, not even his older brother. His voice recently got low and he’s already almost as tall as Thomas. But he’s way skinnier. They barely even look related when they stand next to each other. They have this kind of back and forth where they say all kinds of mean, filthy things to each other but there’s no malice behind the words. It’s kind of a beautiful thing to watch. I hardly ever see them fight for real.

Their mom died about four years ago from cancer. She was kind of a second parent to me in a way, since my mom can’t seem to get her shit together most of the time, and my dad is not in the picture, so goes the phrase. I cried about it a lot when she first died. Thomas hardly showed any emotion at the time. I tried to hug him and get close to him for comfort but he would just push me away. Then about three months down the road, he started crying all the time out of nowhere, and got super honest about everything he was feeling. I think that was an important time for him in his life. He kind of grew up out of it and became something more than he was before. I don’t really know how to describe it. Every year we light candles for her.

We play Mario Kart for a while and I beat him handily. When we’re done, Thomas is kind enough to yell to his brother that the TV’s free again. Thomas says we should go to his room because he has something he wants to talk to me about. I can feel my heart beating.

He shoves some neon green running shorts and other dirty clothes off the side of his bed and we lie down on it like we always do. Thomas’s room has that kind of feeling about it that all of our rooms do now. Lexie and Madison’s are the same. I don’t know how else to say it other than to say they feel like they’re expiring. If they’re still children’s bedrooms, then they’re at the end of the fucking line. Thomas has a Pokemon poster on his wall right next to one of an Anime girl with absurd, barely-covered tits sort of dangling out in front of her. He has ribbons above his dresser from third and fourth grade track meets. There’s a small safe on the floor of his closet that I know has a flask of whisky inside it. It’s the most ridiculous place in the world.

Anyway, we’re lying there like we always do. Thomas says, “I think I wanna go to BSU.” This means stay in Boise.

“I know,” I say.

“What şirinevler escort do you mean you know? I’ve never told you before.”

“I don’t know what I mean,” I say.

“Well, how do you feel about it?”

“Does it matter?”

Thomas sighs in a really dramatic way. He can be so dramatic sometimes. No one knows that about him but me. “You’re my best friend, Niko. Of course it matters.”

“What do you want me to say?” I say.

“Just tell me how you feel about me staying here for school.”

“You know how I feel.”

“No I don’t.” He’s getting super annoyed. I can hear it in his voice. “How the fuck could I know if we’ve never even talked about it before?”

I’ll be completely honest with you. I had no fucking idea Thomas gave one fuck about what I thought of him staying before now. So I think I have every right to be surprised. I also have no idea what to say. So I don’t say anything.

He just looks over at me. “You want me to go to U-Dub.”

“I want you to do what you want to do.”

He stands up really fast and knocks one of his dumbass trophies from the windowsill onto the floor. “You’re such a fucking bitch sometimes.” My gut reaction is to laugh. You try and watch someone Thomas’s size throw a tantrum like a three year old without laughing. I see him flash hot with anger. Then he cools down. I honestly don’t know what made him get so mad so fast. Now he’s just standing there, breathing in an out, looking down at me.

I think it’s my turn to be the rational one. I can turn it on like I’m flicking a switch. “Hey,” I say. “It’s not like Seattle and Vancouver are that close. I don’t think we’d see each other much more if you were up there.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“You wanted to get out.” I don’t move my mouth as I say the words.

“What?”

“I said you wanted to get out.”

He takes a minute. He’s still just standing there, kind of looming over me. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing. “Don’t you think what me and Madison have is pretty important?”

“Lexie and I are going to do long-distance.”

“I don’t want to. I can see it working for you guys. But for Lexie and me, it would be a disaster. She already complains that I don’t show her enough affection. How the fuck would that even work over long-distance?”

I admit to him that I have no fucking idea.

“How far is Seattle from Vancouver?”

“Two and a half hours,” I say. I’ve looked it up plenty of times.

It actually seems like he’s thinking about it. I realize that he hasn’t even come close to making up his mind. I know what to do in these situations. Ease the pressure. Ease off. “Hey man,” I say. “I care about you enough that I want you to be happy, even if I don’t totally get what I want. I’ll never know you better than you know yourself. So if you say staying in Boise will make you happier, I believe you.”

He’s got these kind of sad eyes that he looks at me with. “You’re such a bitch,” he says. He starts to smile.

We go out into the garage and work out together. By now we’ve gotten pretty used to spotting each other, and we know all about one another’s particular tendencies for bad form and whatnot. What I’m trying to say is, I like the kind of situation where two people are getting more out of doing something together than either of them would have if they were doing it alone. I think it’s actually one of the most beautiful things in this world.

They days are getting longer. It’s not dark at eight when I go to leave the Chu household. I lean into Alfred’s room and say goodbye. He looks up from his desk and gives me kind of an awkward, silent wave. He used to be just a little kid. It’s weird how fast people grow up.

We stand out on his front lawn, facing the street. They put some new chip seal on it and dust gets kicked up each time a car goes by. The light from the setting sun floats in the dust. This is one of the first nights of the year that I would call a warm one. I know that in the coming months, there will be many, many more where that came from. Just thinking about it gives me this incredible feeling of weightlessness.

“Happy Birthday, man.”

I tell him thanks.

A car passes by so fast that some little rocks from the chip seal get kicked up onto the lawn.

Thomas turns to me and says, “I swear to god, one day, I’ll get out of this dumb town forever.”

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I work the beaches in Orange County. That’s my territory, and very rich territory it is, too. Los Angeles, just a few miles to the north, is often lucrative as well, but risky, and too crowded for my taste. The takings are easier and more consistent on the beaches from Newport to Seal Beach in OC, so that’s where I have set up shop, so to speak.

So what’s my business? Well it’s simple. I suck dick. And I’m damned good at it, if I do say so myself. My regulars call me Magic Mouth, and it’s true, too. I look like a surfer, with my long blonde hair worn in dreadlocks, my blue eyes and my slim waist. Just between you and me, though, it’s all an act. I’m actually from the west side of Chicago, and just moved here a little over a year ago. I’ve found that if you act stoned and throw in enough “dudes” and “gnarlys,” nobody will know you’re not a real wave rider.

I spotted him from about 50 yards away. He was a middle aged white guy with gold, wire-frame glasses, wearing a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. I mean, come on, if you wanted to visit Hawaii you should have just done it. Don’t come here and prance around on a beach in Southern California in a loud blue shirt that shouts “tourist.” I figured this loser was good for a quick forty and I was soon to be proved right.

As I made my approach, I tried to figure out which of my bait lines would work best on him. Ran out of gas? Pregnant girlfriend? Dead grandmother? In the end, I said the hell with it and just went with the direct approach. As I got near him, I reached out and rubbed the crotch of his Bermuda shorts and said simply, “suck your dick?” As it happens, he was ripe, and we were soon on the way to the men’s room to do the deed.

The guy, although married, had apparently not had a blowjob in a while. I sat on the john and had him stand in front of me with his pants pulled down around his ankles. I put his skinny white dick in my mouth and it wasn’t two minutes before he was shooting his load. Easiest forty I had all day.

I had him leave first, you know, so it wouldn’t look so suspicious, and then I left a few minutes later. I was looking around for my next mark when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. “That’s enough for today, son.” I turned around to find a cop standing there and knew immediately that I was busted. He was about 6’2″, and had every bit the real surfer body that I had a fake one. Short fair hair in a crew cut, green eyes, and so ripped his muscles were popping out of his blue uniform shirt. I couldn’t help but feel jealous of his natural tan, which looked so much nicer than the sorry looking thing I had gotten from lying in a tanning booth in the spring.

“Let’s you and me take a trip downtown.”

“What’s the problem, officer? I was just taking a leak.”

“Yeah sure you were,” he said. “I was in the next fındıkzade escort stall while you were sucking his dick. I’m bringing you in on a soliciting charge.”

I didn’t know what to say after that, and discretion being the better part of valor, I decided to say nothing. He turned me around and told me to put my hands behind my back, while he slapped the cuffs on me. The walk to the cop car was long and depressing, and I started to have second thoughts about coming out here to sunny Southern California to make my fortune. He opened the rear door and put his hand on top of my head so that I wouldn’t bang it against the roof of the car while I was getting in. Like that was going to happen. I’m only about 5’7″, and never came close to hitting the doorframe as I got into the back seat of my black and white chariot.

While we were driving, the sun was just going down, and it was starting to get cold. As I didn’t have a shirt on, I was wondering how I was going to make it through a night in one of those awful holding cells, which are notoriously freezing.

“What’s your name?” the cop asked me. I told him my name was Sammy.

“Where are you from?” I told him I was from Laguna Beach, which is sort of true. I crash there sometimes.

“Bullshit. You’re not from around here. Chicago, right?”

I felt like an asshole as I told him that he was right, and I told him where I was from in Chicago. I was starting to get worried about this whole thing, as it was now getting dark, and we didn’t appear to be heading downtown. I asked him where we were going, and he told me that he wasn’t going to waste his overtime busting a fag like me, but did not elaborate. After a while we grew silent, and as we cruised through the cities in Orange County and up into the hills, I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the ride, at least as much as was humanly possible with my hands cuffed behind my back and sitting in the back of a cop car.

When we came to the top of a hill, the car slowed. I looked out the window to my left and I could see the ocean stretched out for miles, with the last glow of the sun peeking up over the horizon. I had to admit, it was a beautiful scene. The car came to a stop, and then the officer backed in behind a billboard sign, out of sight from the main road.

“I come here sometimes,” he said, “to watch the sunset. You like sunsets?”

I didn’t know what to say, but at least I wasn’t in jail yet, so I told him yeah, sure. Who doesn’t like sunsets. He got out of the car and came around to the back door. He took hold of my arm just below the shoulder and yanked me out of the car. “Turn around,” he said. When I was facing the car, he took out a key and undid the handcuffs. “If I let you go, you’re not going to do anything stupid, aksaray escort right?”

I promised I wouldn’t, and he undid the handcuffs and opened the front door. “Get in,” he said. I climbed into the front seat, and I noticed he didn’t bother pushing the top of my head as I got in. He walked around and got in on the driver’s side and explained that he had to spend a certain number of hours of every patrol trying to catch speeders up here in the hills. He said it was his favorite part of a tour. The officer never told me his name, and I didn’t ask, but I noticed that the badge on his chest said ‘Walker.’

For a while we just sat there and watched the sunset. Not many people know it, but some of the best colors of a sunset come just after the sun dips below the horizon, and as I sat there with this cop in his patrol car, we were treated to a scene of reds, yellows, golds, and just a hint of green, as the sky gradually faded to black. When it was completely dark, he looked at me and said “Job has its perks,” to which I heartily agreed.

Only a few cars went by while we sat, and none of them, apparently, were moving at a sufficient speed to catch the officer’s interest, when finally he turns to me and tells me that he’s thinking about letting me go. “What the hell, it’s only a blowjob, right? Not worth the paperwork.” I immediately agreed with him and let him know he was doing the right thing.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” he said. “You can either do something for me, or I can put you in a cell downtown. It’s up to you.” So, now we come to the meat of the matter, so to speak. I didn’t say anything, but instead reached my hand over and started massaging his crotch. He smiled and said, “Yeah, that feels so good,” and I continued to rub away at his joint until I felt it growing larger.

After a minute, he loosened his belt and pushed his crisp uniform pants down below his knees. I looked down and let out a gasp. His cock was incredible! It was at least ten inches long and at least an inch thick. I had been sucking cocks for a long time, but I had never seen anything like this. The guy had a telephone pole between his legs! I expressed my amazement and told him with a cock like that he should be doing pornos. He said he had been there, done that. Then he said that he was from Chicago as well, not far from where I was from, and had come out to LA to become a movie star. When his acting career had fizzled, he had become a cop instead.

I stroked his cock as he told me his story and before it ended I was treated to the sight of a truly incredible penis, standing tall and proud. One for the history books. Then he said “You’re Magic Mouth, aren’t you?” I had to admit that some people called me that, and then he told me that he had been eyüp escort looking for me for a while. I didn’t need any further encouragement, and I bent down and licked a drop of pre-cum off the huge mushroom shaped head of his dick, and began running my tongue around the tip of the biggest cock I had ever seen.

I like to start with tongue action, and I lubed him up with my tongue from the base of his cock, near his balls, all the way to the tip. Every so often, I would put the head in my mouth for a second, before going back to licking his shaft again. He was slowly starting to moan, and I could tell he was getting into it.

That’s when I went for his monstrous balls. Taking first one, then the other into my mouth, I sucked on his balls hard, and then went back to licking up and down on his shaft. The preliminaries over with, it was time to get down to some hard sucking, and I grabbed hold of his shaft with my fist and squeezed, while I shoved as much of his cock down my throat as I could get.

At first it wasn’t much. He was so thick; his cock took up my whole throat. But I am not one to give up easily, and with each thrust I took him just a little deeper, until after a few minutes, I was taking Mr. Huge Cock almost all the way down my throat. His moans grew louder and louder until he was practically shouting in the cramped confines of the cop car. It was a turn-on for me to hear a guy getting off this hard from my mouth, so I increased the suction until I was blowing him hard enough to rip the skin off his dick. He loved every minute of it, and he literally started screaming with pleasure.

It was then that I felt my mouth fill with his salty cream. I swallowed what I could, but a dick as huge as his puts out a lot of cum, and I am embarrassed to say that some of his load dribbled down my chin and onto his cock and balls. He was nonplussed about this, and reached under the seat for a towel, which I used to wipe off my mouth and his balls. He told me he kept it there for the vomit that inevitably wound up in his back seat on a normal patrol.

So in the end, it worked out okay. He didn’t bust me; he busted a nut in my mouth instead. As he drove me back down to the beach, we didn’t speak, but the feeling that something extraordinary had just happened hung in the air. When he let me out near the restroom where he had found me, I asked him when he would be around again. He said he didn’t work again until Friday. I told him if he was interested, I would be around at the same place at 8 pm on Friday.

After that first meeting, we met once or twice a week for the next six months. I found out that his name was Richard Walker, but he went by Rick. To this day, he had the nicest cock I’ve ever seen. During our time together, he expressed an interest in what I do, and I gradually taught him how to suck cock to the point that he eventually became nearly as good as I am. After a while I heard that he had quit the police force and become quite successful playing the lead role in some big money bisexual porn movies. I am not surprised. Officer Walker had one hell of a body, and one hell of a cock. He can bust it in my mouth any time.

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“Come back here you!”

The shouts were getting louder.

Tom Carpenter ran for his life through the trees of the vast Higglesworth estate, cursing his ill luck. But the law of averages said he would get caught poaching one day, after all the many days of free meat. His father never asked where it came from, though he knew, for they were a desperately poor family.

Not far to the wall surrounding the estate; he could just make out the straight line running through the trees in the fading light. Once over it he stood a much better chance. The gamekeeper must have thought the same for the ferocious barking of the dogs suddenly became a racket; they had been let loose. Tom could hear the savage pack almost upon him, so he jumped up to grab a tree branch and climbed as fast as he could, kicking away the savage teeth snapping at his ankles.

The old gamekeeper, Henshaw, stopped beneath, puffing.

“Got ya’, y’little devil!” Henshaw gave a toothless grin of satisfaction, lowered his rifle as he gazed up at Tom. “They’ll deport y’ for this, like as not, an’ good riddance too.”

With Henshaw at his back, Tom was marched to the imposing manor house, which he had only glimpsed through the trees before.

A burly, smartly-dressed man strode up to them rubbing his hands together. “I say, excellent work, Henshaw. One of the peasants who’s been stealing my game, no doubt.”

“That he be, sir. Caught ‘im red handed, I did.”

“Jolly good. Lock him in the stables for the night and take him into town on the morrow. Will they hang him, do you think?”

“Don’t rightly know, sir. Reckon deportation’s prob’ly more likely these days.”

As he was taken through to the stable courtyard to one side of the grand house, Tom chanced to glance up and notice he was being looked down upon from a balcony by a younger fancily-dressed gentleman. Pompous nosy bugger, thought Tom, glaring back.

He was shoved into an empty stable, the heavy door slammed and bolted behind, sealing him in darkness.

His first thoughts were of escape and he spent some time going over his confinement, but solid stone walls sealed him in, the door solid and secure. Finally he gave up and sank in a corner.

He didn’t fancy his chances at any trial. The black thought of deportation, which had always been at the back of his mind when poaching, now loomed closer, suddenly a very real and immanent threat. Who would now look after his young siblings, keep the peace with their drunkard father? Their mother had passed away some years ago in childbirth at which their father, a farm-labourer, had turned to the bottle. Tom, though young, had been forced to start work, though he enjoyed his woodland work. Among other skills, such as coppicing and hurdle-making, it had been the woodlanders who had taught him to make a bow and arrow. When starvation struck in winter, he had been forced through desperation to take up poaching. Without his poaching they would have starved by now.

Tom pricked up his ears at the sound of the bolt being drawn slowly back. He got to his feet hoping it wasn’t Henshaw come to rough him up. The door creaked open and a tall dark figure slipped inside, quietly closing it again.

“Pssst!” a young man’s voice hissed. “I just wanted a word. Don’t attack me, okay?”

A match was struck and put to a candle-wick. In the flickering glow Tom recognised the face he had seen watching from the balcony, and felt immediate resentment.

“I don’t mean you any harm,” the young gentleman continued in such an upper-classed tone that it sounded comical to Tom’s ears. “I was merely concerned to see that you are alright.”

Tom’s mind was racing, half minded to barge past and make a run for it, but equally curious to know what the toff had to say. “Why should you care?”

“Dash it all, promise not a word to anyone! Because I liked the look of you, okay. After watching your distress from my bedroom balcony, I couldn’t abide the thought that you might hang for stealing my father’s game when I found out what had happened. Plus, I cannot stand our ghastly gamekeeper, Henshaw. Dreadful fellow.”

“So you came here to say you’re sorry about it?” Tom hissed angrily. “I don’t want your pity, rich boy.”

“Actually, I had it in mind to set you free, but perhaps you don’t warrant my assistance.”

“I could make a run for it now, without your assistance.”

“That would not be wise for I should call out. Henshaw would set the dogs on you.”

Tom considered this. “Okay, then. I accept your offer of help. Now set me free.”

“And what may I ask is your name, that I might know who I rescued?”

“Tom.”

“Tom? I’m delighted. Charles Higglesworth at your service.”

Charles offered his hand which Tom clasped. Tom felt as if a charge passed between them as he took Charles’ smooth long fingers in his own rough calloused grip. Tom stared into Charles’ earnest, intense eyes in the flickering orange glow and liked what he saw. He noticed for the first time that it was a handsome face, perfectly proportioned, smoothly shaven, with straight blond fatih escort hair combed to one side, much in contrast to his own ragged, dishevelled looks. Owning no mirror, he only knew his own face from his refection in water.

Their hands lingered before parting.

“Now,” said Charles, “I have a plan of sorts. If you will give me a lift up I shall open the old hay-loft door. We shall lock the stable door again when we leave. Henshaw will be left in wonderment that you can jump higher than he thought, that you managed to grab hold of the rafters.”

Tom agreed, bending down for Charles to place a boot in his hands. Muscles solid from hard labour, Tom lifted Charles easily.

“I say, you are strong,” Charles exclaimed as we was hoisted up, then opened the creaking old wooden door.

Tom lowered Charles back down and they stood for a moment regarding each other in the candlelight.

Charles moved forward hesitantly, then quickly kissed Tom on the cheek.

Tom recoiled as if he’d been struck.

“Call me all the horrid names you want, I don’t care!” Charles blew out the candle and moved to the door. “I shall be out of here in a few days, for the army. Now go.”

Tom recovered himself. “Thank-you for freeing me, Mr. Higglesworth.”

“Please, just Charles-“

Just as Charles opened the door, Tom plucked up his courage and gave Charles a quick peck on the cheek, then they were out into the dark night. The curtained light from Charles’ balcony window was the only light. With that Tom stole away into the darkness, making for the woods he had come to know so well.

Once safely back over the estate wall Tom breathed easier. Just before dawn he slipped back into his father’s cottage on the edge of the hamlet of Brackenworth. Yet despite the late hour he could not sleep. His mind was aglow with anxiety and excitement, replaying the evening’s events. He would need to lay low and keep an eye out for Henshaw. And no more poaching, he told himself.

The next day was a busy one as usual, the mundane chores, seeing to his two younger brothers and sister, then off splitting and stacking logs. Yet through it all he wasn’t really present, his mind dreaming of the previous evening, of Charles kissing him.

***

Tom pressed his knuckles to the glass and tapped once. The noise shocked him into awareness of his situation. He couldn’t believe he was really doing this, that he’d actually got this far. Every step of the way he’d told himself he’d just go a little further then turn back, that he wouldn’t really go through with it.

After a precarious climb up thick ancient wisteria, he now stood on Charles’ balcony, caught in the moonlight like a burglar. If Henshaw appeared, he’d be shot dead on the spot.

Some time passed and he tapped again on the dark glass. What if Charles was a heavy sleeper? What if he wasn’t even in the room?

Tom gave one last knock. Enough foolishness, he told himself. What was he ever thinking of? Why should Charles even want to see him again?

Just as he was about to turn to leave, the curtain jerked back. Then the glass door soundlessly opened.

Tom waited, his heart pounding, but there were no shouts of alarm, so he slipped inside, the dark figure beside him closing the door behind.

“It’s you, Tom!” came Charles’ excited voice. “What in heavens are you doing here? I never expected to see you again. Are you in trouble?”

Tom felt himself going red, knowing at the words that he should never have come. What a fool he felt. Charles had probably given no further thought to him. “I just wanted to thank-you. No stranger’s ever shown me such kindness before. I just wanted you to know that, is all.”

“Well, I’m only too glad I could help. Glad it was appreciated, old chap.” Charles lit a lantern on a bureau and they stood contemplating each other.

A silence began to draw out and Tom struggled for words, itching to get away again. “And to wish you luck, was all.”

Charles took a step closer. “You were brave coming here just to tell me that, Tom. I’ll never forget.”

Charles’ words struck a note of joy in Tom’s heart. Charles was glad he had come and wouldn’t forget him. That was worth something.

“You could make it up to me, you know,” continued Charles.

“How?” asked Tom eagerly, watching Charles’ perfect lips extend into a grin.

“A mere kiss is all I ask.”

“Oh.” Tom could not hide his disappointment that Charles might have had an exciting errand in mind.

“But I expect a measure of passion,” said Charles, noting Tom’s expression.

They had been unconsciously edging towards each other already, like two slow magnets that at the last moment spring together. Tom cupped his hands around Charles delicate cheeks and kissed him, with passion. Charles responded, wrapping his arms around Tom’s back, hugging him to him. Their tongues touched.

At that Tom pulled back, pushing Charles away. “Ugh, no, we shouldn’t. We shouldn’t be doin’ this. This stuff’s to be done with women only.”

“Says çapa escort who?” Charles stepped away, hurt. “Tell me you feel nothing for me too and be on your way!”

“I’m sorry Charles. I must go.”

“So you feel nothing then? Own your feelings, man!”

Tom found to his further embarrassment that a tear had escaped and he wiped angrily at it. “You’re right, Charles. I have got feelin’s for you, okay? So now you know. But it’s pointless. We could never be together and we weren’t meant to neither. I have to go.”

And with that Tom slipped back outside, the night air cooling his hot cheeks. He made considerably more noise than he intended clambering back down. He couldn’t help it; his hands were shaking. He crossed the courtyard, stole across the lawn and entered the emptiness of the woods once more, alone.

***

Tom awoke to the cockerels and his father’s warted face pressed close to his own.

“Where’s you always off to, sneakin’ about in the night? I’ve not seen no meat of late in return. An’ you was actin’ all queer yesterdee. Got yourself a bird or summit? ‘Bout bleedin’ time if you did, mind, though they ain’t nowt but trouble.”

“Nothin’s up, just went for a late walk, is all.”

Tom spent the day working in the woods as usual, though his mind was in turmoil. Walking wearily home, he hoped his father had at least prepared some stew.

Nearing the cottage he had a sixth sense something wasn’t right. Perhaps it was the unusual quiet.

Pushing open the creaking cottage door he was surprised to be confronted with a stranger whose smart attire suggested he was a provost, a gun at his side.

“Well, well, look who it isn’t.”

Tom glanced over to the toothless grin of Henshaw and he felt faint.

“Tom Carpenter, I am arresting you on the charge of poaching-” the provost began formally.

“Tom, m’lad,” his father groaned. “Wasn’t I always tellin’ you not to go messin’ in anything like that? Tried my best to bring you up good ‘n proper, I did, and now look what trouble and shame you bring on us.”

“Mr. Carpenter-“

“Look at him, no more than a boy. Can’t you see it in your heart to let him off this one offence, kind sirs?”

Henshaw sneered. “One offence? ‘E’s been at it some time, I reckon. Prob’ly stolen enough game to feed half o’ London by now.”

Tom looked at his young siblings one last time, seeing their mute alarm as his hands were bound to be lead away by the provost.

***

Greenborough jail, where Tom spent the night, the following day and another night, stank foully. The whole town had wreaked as soon as the walls had closed in around him, sealing him off from his free country life. He sat on damp straw in a corner of the darkened cell he shared with several other ragged prisoners, too despairing to engage with them. He recalled all the terrible tales he’s heard of deportation, if he was spared the noose which was too horrific to contemplate.

On the second afternoon he heard his name called. With a loud jangle of keys the solid door swung solemnly open, the entrance to a hell he was about to hear of.

Tom kept his head down the whole time until he found himself looking at the floor of the dock.

“Tom Carpenter, you stand accused of the crime of poaching on the Higglesworth estate,” he heard a loud, deep upper-classed voice firmly state. “How do you plead?”

Tom glanced around at the large room-full of smart faces coldly watching him. He had no defence and knew he would be found guilty however he pleaded. He didn’t imagine for a minute that the fat pompous-looking bewigged judge would be lenient if he pleaded guilty.

“How do you plead?” the judge boomed.

“Not guilty, your honour,” Tom croaked.

“Not guilty? Would the prosecution proceed.”

A thin formally-dressed man wearing a long wig stood up. “Mr. Henshaw, the estate gamekeeper, caught the accused red-handed, your honour, trespassing on the estate with a bow and arrows on his person.”

Tom looked down from the dock to see the ugly face of Henshaw, the only familiar face in the room. He groaned inwardly. How he had come to hate the cursed man.

“Would you confirm this, Mr. Henshaw?”

Henshaw, who had turned red as beetroot, got nervously to his feet. “Well, now, your honour, now it comes to it, I can’t exactly say. You see, twus very dark and its been a-worryin’ me that I may have been mistaken. I believe the man may possibly be innocent.”

Tom stared at Henshaw dumbstruck. Did the old gamekeeper have a conscience after all?

“What?” the judge bellowed, making Henshaw jump. The judge’s face looked like the devil as he waggled his finger at Henshaw. “I should have you charged with wasting court time! Get out! Court adjourned.”

At that a great chatter went up. Tom remained in a daze as his hands were freed and he was lead out of the dark, gloomy court into the glorious sunshine.

No sooner was he out of the door than he was grabbed from one side with a whoop. He turned in shock to stare güngören escort into the face of Charles hugging him.

“Tom, I’m so sorry.”

“Charles?” Shock gave way to a rush of joy and he sank in Charles’ arms.

“Tom, you’re faint.” Charles helped Tom to sit down at the edge of the court steps, squatting down next to him. “I came as soon as I heard. It was only by pure good fortune that I heard Henshaw discussing the matter with my father. But I know one or two of Henshaw’s little secrets, more serious offenses than poaching. I threatened to inform my father and that it would be him being deported next, if he didn’t drop all charges and see you freed.”

“Thank-you, Charles. You’re a true gentleman.”

“Might I offer you a ride home? I’ve a good horse who can easily carry the both of us.”

Tom accepted and soon they were trotting along green byways, leaving the foul air of Greenborough behind.

“You will have to keep on guard for Henshaw in the future,” said Charles. “The old schemer may plot against you in my absence.”

At Charles’ words Tom felt a pang of sadness. Swaying with the motion of the horse, Tom held on to Charles’ firm, tall body that oozed confidence. He stared at the back of Charles’ head, liking the sight of his golden hair shifting in the breeze. Charles was about to leave for his army commission. In all probability they would never see each other again, his dashing hero who had rescued him from a miserable fate, probably saved his life, someone who had stuck up for him when no one else had. After all the emotional turmoil, the thought brought tears to his eyes and he was glad Charles couldn’t see.

“Confound it, I do believe we are lost,” Charles suddenly announced. “Get down a moment, would you?”

Tom dismounted, paying attention for the first time to the track Charles had brought them down, wooded on one side, bounded by high hedges on the other. There were many ways back from town, so Tom hadn’t wondered why he didn’t know the route, though he knew roughly where they must be.

“Come along, I believe we can cut through this wood to get back on track.” Charles lead his horse along a path through the wood, dense with recently-coppiced low hazel growth, standard oaks towering above. “This way.”

Charles clearly did know the route.

Tom allowed himself to be lead through the hazel to a small grassy clearing where Charles tethered his horse who immediately lowered her head to graze.

Charles turned to Tom. “Might I kiss you?”

This time Tom had no nagging doubts. “How could I refuse when you have saved me? ‘Twould be an honour.”

Tom put his arms around Charles and hugged him, unable to hide the tears this time. He kissed Charles delicately on the lips. Charles hands moved behind Tom’s head, holding Tom’s head to his as he kissed back with increasing passion.

Charles drew back with a grin. “Am I really that bad to kiss that it’s making you cry?”

Charles slipped his hands under Tom’s shirt, gliding his wiggling fingers up to tickle Tom’s armpits. Tom jumped away, laughing, then tripped backwards to fall sprawling among the leaves.

“You poor sir, allow me.” Charles held out his hand.

Tom took it with a firm grip and pulled Charles down on to him.

“Why, you rogue,” Charles laughed.

Tom delighted in Charles’ laughter, and tickled him back. Charles struggled against him and they rolled together through the scrunching leaves, laughing. Whether through accident or design, Tom wasn’t sure, but somehow his shirt was torn open and their rolling ceased.

Charles sat up on Tom, staring down. “My, my, aren’t you muscular. If only I was so fit.”

“Let me see,” Tom whispered.

Grinning, Charles unbuttoned his shirt to reveal an only slightly less muscular torso, his white flesh contrasting with Tom’s dark tan.

They contemplated each other’s bodies for a moment, reaching out to feel each other’s hot chests, to trace their curves.

Charles’ eyes narrowed mischievously. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Tom considered, feeling himself begin to stiffen at the idea. This was likely to be their only time together, maybe the only opportunity Tom would ever get to experiment with another man. And he knew he was in love with Charles. “Okay. You first.”

When Charles’ already proudly erect manhood appeared before Tom’s eyes, it took his breath away. Tom just stared up at it in wonder, mesmerised by the sight, the solid shiny end, the veins standing out.

Charles got to his knees and shuffled back. “Okay, now you.”

Tom reached down and released his own straining manhood. Charles eyes widened with interest. He bent down to examine it more closely, before it disappeared into his mouth. Tom licked his lips in wonder at the new sensitive and tingling sensation, as Charles head bobbed up and down before him.

After a time, Tom plucked up his courage and said, “I should perhaps return the favour.”

“Much obliged to you, kind sir.”

Charles got to his feet. Tom knelt to take Charles’ manhood into his mouth. Swirling his tongue about the wide girth he took it further, and further still, as far as he could, feeling his own body responding with excitement. His heart thudded as he tried mimicking what Charles had been doing, moving his head up and down, gripping the shaft with his lips, hearing Charles’ murmuring encouragement.

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Jason sighed as he straightened his jacket, making sure there were no creases in the uniform. He’d managed to get a summer job at the Royal Palace this year, and although he knew he was lucky to have a job, he just wished it didn’t mean acting like a servant so much. The last week or so had been really busy in preparation for the annual Summer Feast, where the country’s royalties got together to basically have a rich people’s party. The feast was set to take place on Saturday, and the first guests would be arriving today. Jason had been reassigned from his usual duties to act as a valet of sorts to some duke or another. Needless to say, he wasn’t looking forward to taking care of an old man’s demands. But the pay was good, and he’d be out of here come September.

Jason forced a smile onto his face and examined his reflection. His dark brown hair always looked unkempt, no matter how much he brushed, straightened or gelled it. Eventually, he’d given up trying to tame it and now it flopped down across his forehead. He’d been forced to cut it before starting the job because the housekeeper Mrs Hughes had insisted that it would obscure his vision. Jason smiled at the memory, and his bright green eyes lit up with amusement. He’d often been told that his smile was to die for; girls swooned over it – well, at least until they realised he wasn’t interested in them. As for guys, suffice it to say that it worked for them too. Jason took a deep breath and stood up straight. At 5′ 11″ he wasn’t the tallest guy, but he wasn’t short either. He had an athletic build which was enhanced by regular rowing and running, and had smooth, tanned skin thanks to his mum’s Spanish roots. Overall, Jason was a pretty good-looking guy.

Pleased with his reflection, he headed down the sweeping staircase to await the arrival of the guests along with the rest of the staff. As he took his place in the line, Mrs Hughes gave him an approving nod and several of the girls threw him their most dazzling smiles. He smiled back politely and quickly turned to face the entrance. Although Jason was out, he’d thought it best not to tell anyone at the Palace in case news reached the wrong ears.

Soon, the sound of tyres crunching on gravel could be heard and a Rolls Royce glided to a halt before the open doors. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the door for the passengers, just as the Prince came down the stairs to welcome the guests. Jason craned his neck to get a good look at them – he would be their manservant for the next few days after all. First out of the car was a relatively old man with grey hair and a stern face, who was announced as the Duke of Camber. His son followed him out of the car and Jason caught his breath. Standing on the steps of the palace looking thoroughly out of place was probably the cutest guy Jason had ever seen. He had short, sandy blonde hair and piercingly bright blue eyes which seemed to sparkle with amusement. Jason estimated that he was about 5,10″, and judging from his bulging pecs, he was pretty built. Whilst the Duke of Camber was dressed head to toe in formal attire, his son slouched against the car in jeans and a fitted t-shirt, a jacket casually slung over his shoulder.

Jason reminded himself to keep breathing and tore his eyes away just as Mrs Hughes beckoned him forward.

“This is Jason, he’ll be your valet during your stay here. Anything you need, just ask him,” she said by way of introduction.

The Duke’s gaze swept over Jason and he appeared taksim escort to approve because he stretched his lips into what supposedly resembled a smile and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” he said in a raspy voice. “May I introduce my son as well, Alex.”

Alex leapt lightly up the steps, and took Jason’s hand in a firm grip.

“Hey man,” he grinned. “What’s up?”

Jason tried to keep the surprise off his face at Alex’s informal manner and returned the handshake.

“Jason will show you to your suite and your baggage will be brought up shortly,” announced Mrs Hughes.

“Follow me,” said Jason, leading the way upstairs. As they passed the line of staff, Jason saw Alex winking at several of the girls who all began to giggle. Despite himself, Jason felt a twinge of disappointment which he quickly squashed with ridicule. A good-looking guy, who also happened to be a member of the royal family, would never be gay. Fact.

Once Jason had finished his duties for the Duke and Alex, he headed downstairs to the staff’s quarters in search of a drink.

“Steady mate, it’s not even lunch time yet,” said a voice near his shoulder.

Jason turned to find his friend Sam grinning and indicating the gin and tonic in his hand. Jason smiled.

“Yeah exactly, that’s why I’m saving the valium for later.”

Sam snorted. “That bad huh? What’s the son like? I bet that ‘hey man’ attitude is just a show – he’s a stuck-up posh boy at heart.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” said Jason. Whilst he’d been helping Alex and his father, he hadn’t really got that impression, but he decided to remain quiet until he’d seen more. Sam would probably be proven right.

“Anyway, Mrs Hughes needs some furniture shifted upstairs so when you’re done getting drunk, come give us a hand,” said Sam, and he disappeared through the door.

The rest of the day saw the arrival of another five royal families, each seemingly more pompous than the previous one. Jason didn’t get much of a chance to examine them as he was busy running errands for Mrs Hughes who appeared to have gone into overdrive. He couldn’t wait until 7 o clock when dinner would be served and the work would shift to the kitchen staff.

At 6.15, all valets were instructed to attend to their respective families so Jason made his way to the Duke of Camber’s suite. As he approached, he heard raised voices and paused outside the door to listen.

“…disgrace! Presenting yourself like that, you could be mistaken for a servant! I won’t have this from you. You are my son, and the future Duke of Camber, and you will act appropriately!” Jason realised that the Duke was referring to Alex’s behaviour this morning, and he quickly lowered the fist with which he’d been about to knock. Now did not seem like a good time to interrupt.

“Or what Dad? Will you strip me of my title? Please, go ahead, I could ask for nothing more,” came Alex’s defiant reply.

“You shameless boy!” roared his father. “I have given you everything in life, and this is how you show your appreciation? You will obey me, and you will behave, or you can say goodbye to your studies in America!”

Before Jason could react, he heard footsteps pounding across the floor and the door to the suite flew open. The Duke did not even spare him a glance before making his way down the corridor, his face red with rage. Jason took a deep breath and then knocked lightly on the open door before glancing inside.

“I just came to see if you needed anything before dinner,” he began hesitantly. Alex’s back was turned to him and Jason wondered if he might be crying, but when he spoke, his voice was firm and clear.

“Yeah, if you could topkapı escort just find my dinner jacket for me, that would be great. I think it’s in that blue case.”

Jason began sorting through the clothes, trying to resist looking at Alex, which proved to be far more difficult than he would have liked. Eventually, he found the jacket and turned to see Alex standing in front of the mirror looking somewhat bemused. He caught Jason’s eye through the reflection and gave a sheepish smile.

“This damned bow tie – I’ve never mastered how to tie one. Normally, my mum does it for me.”

Jason was surprised at his honesty – most guys wouldn’t have admitted to that.

“Here, let me help you,” he said. He placed the jacket on the bed and went to stand in front of Alex. His earlier estimation had been quite accurate – Alex was just slightly shorter than him. He noticed how hot Alex looked in his formal attire, and quickly forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He took the tie from Alex, ignoring the tingle he felt when their hands made contact, and looped it around his neck. As he folded the cloth into the complicated knot, he could feel Alex’s gaze on him but kept his own eyes on the tie. He finished, pulling the knot tight, and straightened the bow.

“There,” he said quietly, and finally raised his gaze to look at Alex. The passion burning in Alex’s eyes made Jason’s heart leap, and he felt his dick twitch. For a moment, neither of them moved, and it felt as though time had stopped. Just as Jason was thinking that he should probably step back before the bulge in his trousers grew more obvious, Alex leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. For a second, Jason was stunned and stood paralysed. He could hear Alex’s rapid breathing, and his own heart was thumping in his chest.

“Umm, what…?” he stuttered.

“Shh,” said Alex, placing a finger on his lips. Jason shivered, and Alex kissed him again, this time more assertively. Jason gave in to his desires and kissed Alex back, revelling in the heat that was slowly spreading through his body and pooling somewhere near his groin. He felt Alex’s hands circling his waist under his jacket, and he buried his own hands in Alex’s soft hair. Jason heard Alex moan and pulled him closer as Alex ran his tongue along his lips, seeking entry. Jason granted it willingly, and he felt Alex’s tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him. Jason’s hard-on was obvious by now, and he could feel Alex’s erection against his thigh as well. He shifted, rubbing his dick against Alex’s, and even through their clothes, it was enough. Alex groaned and shoved Jason up against the wall before resuming the kiss with wild fervour. He bit Jason’s lower lip and the sharp pain sent shivers down Jason’s spine.

Jason pulled back and traced a line of soft kisses along Alex’s chiselled jaw to his ear. Then he gently sucked on Alex’s earlobe before moving down to his throat. Jason heard Alex sigh, and felt his warm breath along the nape of his neck. He smiled, realising how much Alex was enjoying this, and gently sucked at the pulse in his throat. At the same time, he slid his hands down Alex’s torso towards his crotch, feeling the muscles ripple under his hands. As Jason began to undo the belt, Alex suddenly stiffened. Afraid that this beautiful moment was going to end before it had even started, Jason brushed his lips softly against Alex’s to gauge his feelings. Almost immediately, Alex relaxed and kissed Jason again. For a moment, Jason temporarily forgot where he was as Alex’s tongue did wonderful things in his mouth, and then he felt Alex push against him, aching for more contact. Jason was more than happy to oblige, and swiftly unbuttoned Alex’s beyoglu escort flies before attending to his own. Their trousers slipped down to bunch around their ankles, and the thud of the belts on the floor made Alex break the kiss.

He held Jason’s gaze, and once again, Jason was swept away by the intensity of it. Then, to Jason’s astonishment, Alex sank down onto his knees so that his face was level with Jason’s covered cock. With agonising slowness, Alex gradually pulled down Jason’s boxers, as though he was unwrapping a precious gift. Inch by inch, Jason’s stiff cock came into view. He was so hard by now that his cock was throbbing with desire, and as Alex finally removed his boxers completely, it sprang straight up. For a second Alex did nothing, but just as Jason was about to say or do something (or possibly even cum there and then), Alex’s tongue darted out and he quickly licked the precum that was dribbling out of Jason’s cock. Jason almost came at once as pure pleasure shot through his body, but he leaned against the wall for support and, closing his eyes, forced himself to hold back.

The wet warmth of Alex’s mouth around his dick came so quickly that Jason was surprised and his dick jumped. Alex pulled back hesitantly, but then when Jason didn’t move, he sank lower, taking most of Jason’s 8-inch cock into his mouth. Jason was amazed, and he moaned and thrust forward slightly, pushing himself further into Alex mouth. He felt the tip of his cock at the back of Alex’s mouth and it felt so fucking good. Alex pulled back again and Jason almost protested before he realised that Alex knew what he was doing. Alex’s withdrawal had purpose, as he allowed his full lips to massage Jason’s cock from base to tip. When he reached the head, he flicked his tongue around it before sinking back down on Jason. A the same time, he brought his hands up and gently cupped Jason’s balls, first stroking and then gently tugging them.

The combination of the sucking and tugging was almost too much for Jason, and he began to thrust harder. Suddenly, Alex’s hands withdrew from his balls and Jason opened his eyes to see what had happened. What he saw was his undoing. Alex had pulled his own boxers down and was vigorously rubbing his own erection whilst sucking on Jason’s cock.

“Fuuuuck,” breathed Jason slowly. Alex must have heard because his sucking became more intense.

“Oh yeah, I like that,” Jason moaned, and he felt Alex’s response on his dick. Jason glanced down again to see Alex staring up at him with those bright blue eyes, his red lips encased around Jason’s throbbing dick. It was too much. Jason thrust forward again and just about managed to grunt,

“I’m going to cum.”

Then, he gasped as he began to experience a powerful orgasm, and shot his first load into Alex’s waiting mouth. Alex had barely swallowed before Jason spurted more cum into him. Even as he did so, Alex jerked and began to cum himself, his seed spraying all over Jason’s legs. Alex continued to swallow Jason’s cum until there was no more, and then gently licked the last few drops off Jason’s dick. Jason looked down and saw Alex massaging his own cock to completion. If Jason hadn’t been so exhausted by what was definitely one of the most exhilarating blow-jobs of his life, the sight would have been enough to give him another hard-on.

Feeling Jason’s gaze on him, Alex grinned up at him wickedly and then got to his feet.

“That was amazing,” he said, stroking Jason’s cheek.

“Yeah,” Jason muttered. Then he caught sight of the clock on the opposite wall.

“Shit, it’s five to seven! You have to go down for dinner!”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Oh crap!” He quickly pulled up his trousers, which had miraculously remained clean throughout the whole thing. “Feel free to clean up in the bathroom,” he said, indicating Jason’s semen-covered legs. Before Jason could reply, Alex had grabbed his jacket from the bed and dashed out of the door, leaving Jason standing in the middle of the suite feeling somewhat bewildered, his soft dick hanging limply between his legs.

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The Finn Master 6100 Royal, a 6.01 meter by 2.3 meter boat rocked gently on the water about three miles off the beach. It was ideal for fishing. Seated on the boat’s port side bench, I held my fishing line straight down into the water. My friend sat on the starboard side. Between us there was a bucket of small bait fish. The bow faced toward the horizon.

A cool breeze swept over the sea causing mild swells. It was a perfect day for wind surfers riding their surfboard with a sail some fifty to 100 yard off the beach.

We had been out by now for almost an hour just talking about boats. He had purchased this one, he told me, just a few months earlier during the off season. His father owned a boat as did three paternal uncles. That morning I got an education about pleasure boats.

From where I sat I could see the tiny figures bathing and playing near the water’s edge and in the sand. Beyond them there were the large two floor opulent houses. A small sailboat cruised by off our stern making 10 nautical miles an hour. It’s occupants waved. We returned the wave.

David, a blue eyed blond, wore his hair just to the base of his ear. One small hoop ring adorned the lobe. He wore a dark blue with red stripe rusty square cut swim suit.

“Let’s move on to a different location.”

“Ok,” he replied. “What direction do you like?”

I looked toward the northwest, a direction that would take us a little further mecidiyeköy escort out to sea and further down the length of the beach. I had in mind a spot where no there were no houses. No houses meant fewer people in the water.

“That way,” I said pointing.

David nodded then started the engine. The boat accelerated slowly to fifteen miles per hour. Fifteen minutes later we stopped and dropped anchor further out to sea and much further down the shoreline. Here there were no houses facing the water. The white sand extended much further back.

I counted myself fortunate to be in his boat during that hot southern California July morning. Events of a month ago had lead to my being there. Back then I had enrolled in the California Gay and Lesbian softball league on a Sunday morning winning a spot on the SF Clash of the Barbary Coast division. That same morning a gorgeous six foot blond had come out to the field.

I was not involved with anyone at the time. More than a year out of my previous relationship I was open to a new one. A sports team appealed to me as the perfect venue to find friends and a friend who could become a lover.

We stayed on this new spot for a while then moved on. David steered a course to follow the coast line. By now we were far away from the original location. There was privacy here far away from residential beaches.

I beşiktaş escort turned my eyes onto his long fit body. Though tall David was no bean pole.

My eyes locked onto his for a long second then roamed down across his pecs to his lap.

By now I wanted him. Moving to the same bench, I put my hands to his chest rubbing my fingers across the nipples. My lips smacked against his lips and continued to press them.

My eyes roamed over his body. Down in his lap the telltale bulge in his swimsuit invited me to take more. I leaned down brushing my lips against the cloth.

“Suck that big cock!”

While i licked my hand had gone to my own cock squeezing, gently rubbing and causing it to go erect in my suit. I slowly pulled the swim suit all the way while watching David take his down.

“Take my dick!”

Again I leaned down brushing my lips against the shaft and sliding my tongue along it’s length. My left hand continued to squeeze and rub my own cock keeping it hard. David’s delicious meat went deep in my throat. My head bobbed slowly.

My lover moaned softly showing his pleasure. He massaged my shoulders while I continued to lick and suck on his meat.

We broke off but not for long. Just seconds later David waved the tube of KY jelly in front of my eyes. Then his hands went behind me. I moaned softly when I felt fingers against my buttocks etiler escort and pressing inside the hole. Those several seconds brought me to ecstasy. Laying face down, I took his cock sliding easily into the well lubricated orifice.

“Don’t stop! Pound my hole!”

He picked up the pace. By now his big balls were slamming against my buttocks and the head slammed repeatedly against the prostate.

Satisfied, we pulled on our swimsuits and talked.

“I had a boyfriend in college when we lived in the dorm.”

We both knew that every college in the country had a gay enclave. This included fraternities and dormitories.

“So did I,” I replied. “Jason had a cock that wouldn’t quit.”

David chuckled.

“Was it bigger and better than mine?”

The remark brought a grin to my lips. “Yours is the best,” I replied.

Behavior can be strange, I thought, as he told the next story.

“My cousin Carrie was born Thomas. You would never know that looking at her.”

“A transsexual,” I replied. “Does she still have her cock?”

“She wants to keep that.”

He set a course for home turning the boat slowly. Gradually the boat gained speed. A few bass went home with us. Objects on shore grew progressively larger.

“She cross dressed during high school then started her treatments when she was 17. She’s thirty.”

“She never had the surgery?”

“She doesn’t want it. Her man likes it.”

“Really,” I said.

“They’re husband and wife since May 07.”

We passed by the wind surfers as we came in toward the shore. Several yards off the beach David dropped the anchor. The boat required just inches shy of three feet to stay off the bottom mud. People saw two straight men climb out of the boat and wade ashore.

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Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 5

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Anal only, interracial, big black cock, ass to mouth, slut, rough sex, college, D/s, snowbunny, rimming, ass play, degradation, butt stuff, male dominant, female submissive, BBC, anal sluts, anal creampie, face slapping, novella

A reminder of where things stand… students Andrea and Natalie are committed sluts, devoted to serving the hunky, well-endowed six Black boys of Frampton House – located conveniently just up the street. Their house mate – Lisa, does not approve, though she only has a vague idea as to what is really going on. Jacqui – their other house mate, is reserved and non-confrontational, though she is on Lisa’s side.

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Natalie has an interesting day on campus. Andrea has a date with DeShawn. Lots of anal in this chapter. Once again, I recommend reading the previous chapters.

***

8.15 AM

Bradbury College Student Car Park

Natalie’s groaned as she heard her phone rattling away on the floor, for the second time in the last five minutes. It had fallen out of reach between the seats, when she’d leaned over into Wesley’s lap.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

“What are you doing? Girl! Leave the fucking thing alone – oh, damn it!” he complained to no avail as Natalie grasped blindly until she found the device.

“Sorry, babe. This won’t take long – I hope. It’s the second time it’s rung… Hello?”

The call didn’t last long as Natalie mostly listened and confirmed a few facts – such as her name and student ID and that she was free around 1 pm. Wesley waited patiently for her to finish – during which she absent-mindedly kept her palm in his lap, languidly stroking the length of his cock.

“Who was that?” Wesley enquired. His voice was tinged with irritation at the interrupted blowjob.

Natalie put the phone aside and lowered her head to his crotch before answering. “It was the Vice-Dean’s secretary. She’s pushed back my meeting to the afternoon,” she explained in a clipped note, eager to resume her former task of worshipping Wesley’s shiny, black phallus. It had maintained its vitality throughout the call, and it would serve as a distraction to the growing anxious state the call had left her in.

But before her lips could resume, he pulled her head up the chin and kissed her deeply. Naturally, Natalie met his lips and tongue with equal passion of her own, melting into his embrace as his free hand slid into her open jeans to fondle her pussy, which had been gathering a steady dampness since she’d started fellating him.

“You know – I ain’t in the mood to just get my dick sucked,” Wesley told her. “I want to fuck your ass, baby.”

“Right now?”

She looked at his bloated, uncut tool as if seeking second confirmation. It bobbed slightly, shiny with spit and a small pearl of pre-come – beckoning her.

“Come on mama, let’s go outside,” he instructed and opened the car door. It made sense – his Jeep was big but so was he – so it wouldn’t make for the most comfortable place to make love – given his 6’3 bulky frame.

“I’ve got a class to get to… in half an hour,” she warned him, as she walked up to him outside his car.

“So? You want me to nutt faster, don’t you? Ain’t nothing’s going to make it so sooner than me putting it in your big sexy booty,” he reasoned as he grabbed a thick, meaty handful of her ass – just as his mouth closed around her lips.

It was a kiss that ended all arguments withing her – her worry of fucking in the parking lot fading as she hooked and pulled down her jeans. They were parked in a spot that would hide them from passersby, which afforded her some comfort. By the time their lips parted again, her jeans were around her ankles.

“Wesley- “

“Shhh,” he interjected, pressing his right thumb against her lips. His left hand had snaked underneath her thong and was openly palming her pussy. “No buts, baby. What are you?”

Natalie swallowed hard and felt a knot in her stomach. “Your slut, daddy.”

“My slut?”

“I’m your slut, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…”

***

“Miss Thorne?” the fifty-something year old secretary asked Natalie, snapping her out of her distracted state. “Are you OK, dear?

Inadvertently, Natalie shifted her butt within the seat of the chair in the waiting room, seeking a more comfortable position. “Fine, thank you ma’am,” she managed – forcing smile as she shimmied her thighs around. “How long will it be – do you think?”

“Won’t be long Miss, I’m sure.”

The same answer as five minutes ago. Waiting in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber was starting to feel like an eternity. And Natalie couldn’t help but feel nervous every glance she got from the bookish secretary. She was certain that she was giving it away – that the secretary could tell what she had been up to just that morning.

Natalie wasn’t OK, that was for sure. She bağcılar escort placed her hand on her knee, to arrest the nervous tap of her foot on the floor. Her anxiety had been growing with each unbearably long minute. She looked up at the secretary, at the large minute hand that dragged past the hour on the white clock face, at the door to the Vice-Dean’s office. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, each breath heavy in her chest.

How long? Can I come back later?

Not long, miss. Very soon.

Her earlier anxiety was threatening to precipitate into outright dread. It was agonizing. They had all the power. They knew what she was and were lording it over her, sweating her out in this uncomfortable chair. Every moment that dragged, she felt like the walls closing in – and sensed that her impending meeting with the Vice-Dean’s would be a fateful one, certain to change her life.

In her anxious state, she let her mind drift – to think of better times… Like the time she had fucked Wesley in the carpark – just hours earlier that day. The memory caused her to smile, just as the image of his dangling, dark-brown appendage dangled in front of her.

Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…

Despite being in a public space, Wesley’s instruction hadn’t left much room for interpretation. Natalie, going through something of a submissive phase lately, could only obey. After all, he’d given her a lift to campus and was simply claiming his just reward, a precedent that she had recently started with Jerome.

In no time at all, she had removed her breasts bared, allowing him to first grope then kiss them. In the back of her mind, she tried to find a reason to protest but the pressure of his mouth on her nipples overwhelmed her thoughts. His tactfully chosen spot put them out of sight, concealed by his large car. It gave enough discretion to give in to her primal urges, to express her desire to please her benefactor as she squatted between his knees – the sight of his big black pipe dangling over her forehead like a totem numbing her insecurities.

What had followed had been almost mechanical – the motion set in play by her conditioning as she stuck out her tongue and felt the heavy crown of his manhood tap her tongue, before she gaped her mouth wide to let the long, dark spear squeeze into her throat, while his hand cupped the back of her head…

Natalie smiled wistfully in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber – as she recalled Wesley’s satisfied groan… as she had leaned forth on her haunches and worked her mouth to the base of his cock, her deepthroating talents on display as she enfolded her mouth on his meat until spittle and air leaked out the sides. The excitement had quickly removed her inhibitions and what followed was a lengthy oral session – first as Natalie slowly and deliberately worshipped Wesley’s big black cock and balls – then as she let him take over as he gripped her hair and fucked her face with broad, steady strokes. Naturally, this process caused her neck, breasts and belly to be lathered in her own spit – which justified her half-nakedness – while some of her slobber fell to the grease and tire-marked concrete.

The pro-longed oral had her hypnotized as she had lost herself in the act of servitude – focusing solely on letting Wesley skullfuck her as she gripped his thick, tree-trunk like thighs, feeling the power of the dense, corded muscles that made up his entire body. Skullfuck – such a nasty word. But there was no better describer to what Natalie endured as Wesley held her head in place with two, firm pig-tailed handfuls of her blonde locks while his long, bloated, black pipe thrust in and out, bulging her throat to a sloppy, noisy cacophony.

That feeling of surrender was intoxicating and one that Natalie had quickly become addicted to. Her face was just a hole for Wesley to fuck – at least for a moment she entertained the idea – and would have verbally declared so, if she was not stuffed to grotesque proportions by his manhood. Then there was the fear that at any moment, someone could walk around the car and witness her basking in full whoredom. What a sight it would have been – for anyone unaccustomed to a slut in full black cock lust. When Wesley pulled out his python, primed for the next stage, they’d see the happy, cock-drunk, drooling grin on her face as confirmation – panting with her tongue like a dog in heat.

No doubt it was the lingering danger of being caught that supercharged her arousal – as she followed up the rough face-fucking by kissing the ebb of his ball sack, sucking on the curve of his scrotum – before tracing her tongue along the happy trail of his perineum towards his asshole.

Through her hot-blooded funk, Natalie wondered if she had seen a flash of movement nearby – in the periphery of her vision. It had happened in a millisecond – and it could just have been the light tricking her endorphin-addled mind – and not the furtive movement of someone bahçelievler escort spying on their increasingly sultry parking lot activities.

In hindsight, Natalie realized that anyone walking nearby would had to have seen them – if they peeked at the right angle. But it was hard to think straight when her mind was so fogged by lust and her senses were spun by the exquisite taste and scent of Wesley’s musk. Even if someone had stood next to them, watching them – she doubted it would have stopped her – and instead they would have witnessed firsthand the hunger that coursed through a snowbunny – while her comely, spit-lathered, milky breasts jiggled in the air as she rubbed her face in between the taut glutes of her studly black bull.

“Fuck yes – eat my ass,” Wesley had moaned in full voice – seemingly unconcerned about the public setting and any potential voyeur. He had steadied himself against his big SUV while he reached back with his long, muscular arm to hold her head betwixt his buns.

Squeezing as much of her mouth into his crack, Natalie eagerly blew air and spit – and dabbed her tongue against his puckered starfish while she fisted his cock. Anything to get him off – feeling the weight of his burgeoning load swelling in his sack while his heightened panting had turned into growls. The act had only served to coddle her own pleasure as the musky, pheromone rich scent of man-taint incensed her aroused state…

“It won’t be long now,” the secretary called out from her desk, her voice piercing through Natalie’s memory.

Natalie smiled awkwardly again at the secretary – who seemed to be noticing her unsettled state. “Thank you,” she replied and crossed her legs, trying to hide the growing heat between her thighs as her mind returned to the morning’s events…

Of course, Wesley was far too experienced from getting his salad tossed. He had already indicated what he wanted and reaffirmed his intention when he stood aside, his big black baton swinging like a pendulum, thick with blood and ready to take root. The rimjob-handjob action had only raised the stakes as he pushed Natalie to all fours, exposing her slick, naked arousal – with just her lacy black thong protecting her from Wesley’s designs.

“I love the way you been dressing lately,” he complimented as his hands groped her perked up, bountiful rear. In fact, she’d started wearing sexier undergarments for occasions exactly such as these. As a Frampton House slut, you could never be too prepared.

Pulling her flimsy thong aside, Wesley tapped his erection against her soft, curvy rear before he pressed his index finger against her rosebud – which opened easily against the pressure. Then he pulled out and began to work the slickness from her pussy, kneading the puffy, outer limits of her livened sex – before drooling onto her puckering asshole and chasing it up with his tongue.

Time had stood still as Natalie drew breath, her limbs firm on the hard surface as she rode the sweet, intense feeling of Wesley eating her out. Her moans intensified across the seemingly empty car lot – as she enjoyed the lustful sensation of his mouth sucking on her clit, before alternating to vigorously tongue-fuck her vulva. He was not above reciprocation, no matter how unequal their relationship was.

Where his tongue was absent, his fingers quickly worked – and she gasped as she felt him stretch and probe both her cunt and asshole with multiple digits. The reaction of her jolting forward was met with admonition in the form of Wesley’s palm landing a crack on her butt cheeks, turning it a shade of pink.

She cried out but then recovered her place – steeling her resolve to not run from him. Her head hung low in submission, she looked between her legs, the view framed by her own dangling breasts – of the sight of Wesley’s poised, throbbing erection. Her ass smarted from the spank, but her moans dripped with longing. She had got used to it – rare was the occasion when she did not leave Frampton House with her buttocks stinging sweetly and bright pink. Between her legs, a long mixture of spit and her essence dribbled down.

“Can’t wait to fuck this pussy… one of these days. So motherfucking tight!” Wesley mused as he worked two of his digits, drawing her slickness in a vivid, noisy expression.

True, her pussy was too tight back to take his big dick – he knew that well. With him, with most of the boys, she was still just an anal-only girl. It might have been the heightened state of arousal and the attention to her pussy, but for a moment, she feared that he intended to take her vaginally.

“Wesley? What are you doing?” She protested. If he tried to enter her pussy – she was sure her moans would have summoned the whole campus.

It was relief she felt as heavy, sprung meat collided with a SMACK on her derriere – followed by another firm slap of his palm, the sound off her cheek reverberating across the lot – an affection welcomed.

There şirinevler escort was no more complaining within her – only longing to feel him enter her ass. When he brought his fingers to her mouth, offering them for her to lick clean, she moaned with servile appreciation as she savored the taste of her sweet love juices.

“Spread your ass girl!” Wesley murmured, fisting a handful of her long blonde hair while guiding his slick tool between her cheeks. One more thick drool of spit he smeared, before he kissed and squeezed his swollen head against her starfish. “Put your hands on your fat ass and spread that hole for me.”

Natalie had moaned like a whore in heat as she experienced Wesley’s boner boring into her rear. He did not get to his knees – instead, he squatted down on his haunches, one hand on her waist, guiding his pipe into her butt at a downward angle. Thankfully, her tushy ring welcomed the feeling – well accustomed to the weight and feel of big, black cock – and easily opened up to him.

As he stroked her asshole – the welcome feeling of its suction causing him to groan in pleasure – the grip on her hair firmed up. Her elbows and knees felt rough on the concrete – it was an uneasy position, and she had pined for the gentler embrace of a bed, a sofa or even a carpeted floor. But soon the wave of pleasure the followed the familiar feeling of anal sex was a worthy distraction. And then she could feel the heat build as his truncheon sawed in and out of her fuck hole.

“Arch your back! Just like that! Keep that ass up,” he sassed her as he bounced his hips against her rump, his balls slapping her pussy. “Damn! I love fucking your big booty, baby! What a good anal slut you are!”

That last compliment had been accompanied by another rude slap – as he tugged her hair tight like a leash – and firmed his feet on the ground either side of her – levering his hulking frame to skewer his meat in and out of her guts. If there had been anyone else in the parking lot nearby – the sound of the butt slaps would have surely called them over, if not the sound of their combined moaning or the sloppy, wet noises of butt sex. At one point, Natalie heard a car roll by and maybe footsteps – but all sounded distant, remote. Irrelevant. They could watch her for all she cared for at moment.

Natalie could only whine and moan – her discomfort disappearing with each blessed shafting through her rear. She didn’t feel the need to protest even if she wanted to – and for the unclear time it took for him to reach his own point of no return, she had even forgot that they were in public.

“Oh my god – so fucking good,” she had cried out as he had buried the full length of his lengthy pipe past her sphincter. There, he grinded against her rear – his powerful body twitching against her warm, smothering insides. Abruptly, he pulled out – Natalie gasping as she felt the cool fall air sucked in by her gape. He was teasing her, she could tell – but thankfully after he’d drooled into her opening a couple of times – he resumed fucking her with dexterous ease.

Wesley’s hands moved to her shoulders as he plundered her depths. Despite the gulf in weight and power, Natalie did not feel overwhelmed – knowing which part of her body to tense up and endure, her muscles grown in the past few weeks of increased exercise and sexual training – her glutes and thighs especially. She judged Wesley’s wild, erratic panting to mean he wouldn’t last long and so she worked her butt backwards in rhythm, stroking his shaft to double his pleasure.

“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” she had wantonly purred at him over her shoulder while she swiveled her hips against his groin. It was an appeal she’d learned often did the trick for those who got to enjoy railing her doggy style, especially while throwing her big, porcelain derriere back at him. “Fuck my ass, please Daddy! Use it! Fuck my big white ass! Nutt in my ass, please!”

It worked like a charm – Wesley’s face strained in effort and he suddenly winced as if in pain – before he started to cuss. “Shit! Oh god damn, girl! Fuck!” The sight of her transformed into a depraved, nasty slut always did the trick as Natalie witnessed him blow over. Wesley almost forgot where he was – he shouted out in agony and buried his shaft in her ass, pushing her against the concrete.

“Oh, fuck yes… come in my ass,” she coaxed him while feeling his balls swell against her pussy and his dick pumping his hot, creamy batch deep in her guts. When he settled, she finished him off by grinding her thighs against him while squeezing her sphincter, prolonging his pleasure and milking out his last drop. She was sure he’d dumped a gallon of his batter inside her.

“Damn girl. You’re too fucking good!” he chuckled and sighed as his cock had throbbed inside her ass. “You got a butt plug?”

She shook her head – regretting not bringing one. She would be leaking until she made it to the bathroom. Good thing she wore dark jeans.

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass and stood up – before helping her to her knees and guiding her mouth to his semi-deflated, shiny cock. Aided by his firm hand on the back of her head, Natalie swallowed him to the hilt, polishing his dick clean of all her ass juices. She found the task rewarding now that she’d earned his nutt and savored the rich, earthy taste.

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Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 5

Additional tags:

Anal only, interracial, big black cock, ass to mouth, slut, rough sex, college, D/s, snowbunny, rimming, ass play, degradation, butt stuff, male dominant, female submissive, BBC, anal sluts, anal creampie, face slapping, novella

A reminder of where things stand… students Andrea and Natalie are committed sluts, devoted to serving the hunky, well-endowed six Black boys of Frampton House – located conveniently just up the street. Their house mate – Lisa, does not approve, though she only has a vague idea as to what is really going on. Jacqui – their other house mate, is reserved and non-confrontational, though she is on Lisa’s side.

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Natalie has an interesting day on campus. Andrea has a date with DeShawn. Lots of anal in this chapter. Once again, I recommend reading the previous chapters.

***

8.15 AM

Bradbury College Student Car Park

Natalie’s groaned as she heard her phone rattling away on the floor, for the second time in the last five minutes. It had fallen out of reach between the seats, when she’d leaned over into Wesley’s lap.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

“What are you doing? Girl! Leave the fucking thing alone – oh, damn it!” he complained to no avail as Natalie grasped blindly until she found the device.

“Sorry, babe. This won’t take long – I hope. It’s the second time it’s rung… Hello?”

The call didn’t last long as Natalie mostly listened and confirmed a few facts – such as her name and student ID and that she was free around 1 pm. Wesley waited patiently for her to finish – during which she absent-mindedly kept her palm in his lap, languidly stroking the length of his cock.

“Who was that?” Wesley enquired. His voice was tinged with irritation at the interrupted blowjob.

Natalie put the phone aside and lowered her head to his crotch before answering. “It was the Vice-Dean’s secretary. She’s pushed back my meeting to the afternoon,” she explained in a clipped note, eager to resume her former task of worshipping Wesley’s shiny, black phallus. It had maintained its vitality throughout the call, and it would serve as a distraction to the growing anxious state the call had left her in.

But before her lips could resume, he pulled her head up the chin and kissed her deeply. Naturally, Natalie met his lips and tongue with equal passion of her own, melting into his embrace as his free hand slid into her open jeans to fondle her pussy, which had been gathering a steady dampness since she’d started fellating him.

“You know – I ain’t in the mood to just get my dick sucked,” Wesley told her. “I want to fuck your ass, baby.”

“Right now?”

She looked at his bloated, uncut tool as if seeking second confirmation. It bobbed slightly, shiny with spit and a small pearl of pre-come – beckoning her.

“Come on mama, let’s go outside,” he instructed and opened the car door. It made sense – his Jeep was big but so was he – so it wouldn’t make for the most comfortable place to make love – given his 6’3 bulky frame.

“I’ve got a class to get to… in half an hour,” she warned him, as she walked up to him outside his car.

“So? You want me to nutt faster, don’t you? Ain’t nothing’s going to make it so sooner than me putting it in your big sexy booty,” he reasoned as he grabbed a thick, meaty handful of her ass – just as his mouth closed around her lips.

It was a kiss that ended all arguments withing her – her worry of fucking in the parking lot fading as she hooked and pulled down her jeans. They were parked in a spot that would hide them from passersby, which afforded her some comfort. By the time their lips parted again, her jeans were around her ankles.

“Wesley- “

“Shhh,” he interjected, pressing his right thumb against her lips. His left hand had snaked underneath her thong and was openly palming her pussy. “No buts, baby. What are you?”

Natalie swallowed hard and felt a knot in her stomach. “Your slut, daddy.”

“My slut?”

“I’m your slut, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…”

***

“Miss Thorne?” the fifty-something year old secretary asked Natalie, snapping her out of her distracted state. “Are you OK, dear?

Inadvertently, Natalie shifted her butt within the seat of the chair in the waiting room, seeking a more comfortable position. “Fine, thank you ma’am,” she managed – forcing smile as she shimmied her thighs around. “How long will it be – do you think?”

“Won’t be long Miss, I’m sure.”

The same answer as five minutes ago. Waiting in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber was starting to feel like an eternity. And Natalie couldn’t help but feel nervous every glance she got from the bookish secretary. She was certain that she was giving it away – that the secretary could tell what she had been up to just that morning.

Natalie wasn’t OK, that was for sure. She bağcılar escort placed her hand on her knee, to arrest the nervous tap of her foot on the floor. Her anxiety had been growing with each unbearably long minute. She looked up at the secretary, at the large minute hand that dragged past the hour on the white clock face, at the door to the Vice-Dean’s office. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, each breath heavy in her chest.

How long? Can I come back later?

Not long, miss. Very soon.

Her earlier anxiety was threatening to precipitate into outright dread. It was agonizing. They had all the power. They knew what she was and were lording it over her, sweating her out in this uncomfortable chair. Every moment that dragged, she felt like the walls closing in – and sensed that her impending meeting with the Vice-Dean’s would be a fateful one, certain to change her life.

In her anxious state, she let her mind drift – to think of better times… Like the time she had fucked Wesley in the carpark – just hours earlier that day. The memory caused her to smile, just as the image of his dangling, dark-brown appendage dangled in front of her.

Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…

Despite being in a public space, Wesley’s instruction hadn’t left much room for interpretation. Natalie, going through something of a submissive phase lately, could only obey. After all, he’d given her a lift to campus and was simply claiming his just reward, a precedent that she had recently started with Jerome.

In no time at all, she had removed her breasts bared, allowing him to first grope then kiss them. In the back of her mind, she tried to find a reason to protest but the pressure of his mouth on her nipples overwhelmed her thoughts. His tactfully chosen spot put them out of sight, concealed by his large car. It gave enough discretion to give in to her primal urges, to express her desire to please her benefactor as she squatted between his knees – the sight of his big black pipe dangling over her forehead like a totem numbing her insecurities.

What had followed had been almost mechanical – the motion set in play by her conditioning as she stuck out her tongue and felt the heavy crown of his manhood tap her tongue, before she gaped her mouth wide to let the long, dark spear squeeze into her throat, while his hand cupped the back of her head…

Natalie smiled wistfully in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber – as she recalled Wesley’s satisfied groan… as she had leaned forth on her haunches and worked her mouth to the base of his cock, her deepthroating talents on display as she enfolded her mouth on his meat until spittle and air leaked out the sides. The excitement had quickly removed her inhibitions and what followed was a lengthy oral session – first as Natalie slowly and deliberately worshipped Wesley’s big black cock and balls – then as she let him take over as he gripped her hair and fucked her face with broad, steady strokes. Naturally, this process caused her neck, breasts and belly to be lathered in her own spit – which justified her half-nakedness – while some of her slobber fell to the grease and tire-marked concrete.

The pro-longed oral had her hypnotized as she had lost herself in the act of servitude – focusing solely on letting Wesley skullfuck her as she gripped his thick, tree-trunk like thighs, feeling the power of the dense, corded muscles that made up his entire body. Skullfuck – such a nasty word. But there was no better describer to what Natalie endured as Wesley held her head in place with two, firm pig-tailed handfuls of her blonde locks while his long, bloated, black pipe thrust in and out, bulging her throat to a sloppy, noisy cacophony.

That feeling of surrender was intoxicating and one that Natalie had quickly become addicted to. Her face was just a hole for Wesley to fuck – at least for a moment she entertained the idea – and would have verbally declared so, if she was not stuffed to grotesque proportions by his manhood. Then there was the fear that at any moment, someone could walk around the car and witness her basking in full whoredom. What a sight it would have been – for anyone unaccustomed to a slut in full black cock lust. When Wesley pulled out his python, primed for the next stage, they’d see the happy, cock-drunk, drooling grin on her face as confirmation – panting with her tongue like a dog in heat.

No doubt it was the lingering danger of being caught that supercharged her arousal – as she followed up the rough face-fucking by kissing the ebb of his ball sack, sucking on the curve of his scrotum – before tracing her tongue along the happy trail of his perineum towards his asshole.

Through her hot-blooded funk, Natalie wondered if she had seen a flash of movement nearby – in the periphery of her vision. It had happened in a millisecond – and it could just have been the light tricking her endorphin-addled mind – and not the furtive bahçelievler escort movement of someone spying on their increasingly sultry parking lot activities.

In hindsight, Natalie realized that anyone walking nearby would had to have seen them – if they peeked at the right angle. But it was hard to think straight when her mind was so fogged by lust and her senses were spun by the exquisite taste and scent of Wesley’s musk. Even if someone had stood next to them, watching them – she doubted it would have stopped her – and instead they would have witnessed firsthand the hunger that coursed through a snowbunny – while her comely, spit-lathered, milky breasts jiggled in the air as she rubbed her face in between the taut glutes of her studly black bull.

“Fuck yes – eat my ass,” Wesley had moaned in full voice – seemingly unconcerned about the public setting and any potential voyeur. He had steadied himself against his big SUV while he reached back with his long, muscular arm to hold her head betwixt his buns.

Squeezing as much of her mouth into his crack, Natalie eagerly blew air and spit – and dabbed her tongue against his puckered starfish while she fisted his cock. Anything to get him off – feeling the weight of his burgeoning load swelling in his sack while his heightened panting had turned into growls. The act had only served to coddle her own pleasure as the musky, pheromone rich scent of man-taint incensed her aroused state…

“It won’t be long now,” the secretary called out from her desk, her voice piercing through Natalie’s memory.

Natalie smiled awkwardly again at the secretary – who seemed to be noticing her unsettled state. “Thank you,” she replied and crossed her legs, trying to hide the growing heat between her thighs as her mind returned to the morning’s events…

Of course, Wesley was far too experienced from getting his salad tossed. He had already indicated what he wanted and reaffirmed his intention when he stood aside, his big black baton swinging like a pendulum, thick with blood and ready to take root. The rimjob-handjob action had only raised the stakes as he pushed Natalie to all fours, exposing her slick, naked arousal – with just her lacy black thong protecting her from Wesley’s designs.

“I love the way you been dressing lately,” he complimented as his hands groped her perked up, bountiful rear. In fact, she’d started wearing sexier undergarments for occasions exactly such as these. As a Frampton House slut, you could never be too prepared.

Pulling her flimsy thong aside, Wesley tapped his erection against her soft, curvy rear before he pressed his index finger against her rosebud – which opened easily against the pressure. Then he pulled out and began to work the slickness from her pussy, kneading the puffy, outer limits of her livened sex – before drooling onto her puckering asshole and chasing it up with his tongue.

Time had stood still as Natalie drew breath, her limbs firm on the hard surface as she rode the sweet, intense feeling of Wesley eating her out. Her moans intensified across the seemingly empty car lot – as she enjoyed the lustful sensation of his mouth sucking on her clit, before alternating to vigorously tongue-fuck her vulva. He was not above reciprocation, no matter how unequal their relationship was.

Where his tongue was absent, his fingers quickly worked – and she gasped as she felt him stretch and probe both her cunt and asshole with multiple digits. The reaction of her jolting forward was met with admonition in the form of Wesley’s palm landing a crack on her butt cheeks, turning it a shade of pink.

She cried out but then recovered her place – steeling her resolve to not run from him. Her head hung low in submission, she looked between her legs, the view framed by her own dangling breasts – of the sight of Wesley’s poised, throbbing erection. Her ass smarted from the spank, but her moans dripped with longing. She had got used to it – rare was the occasion when she did not leave Frampton House with her buttocks stinging sweetly and bright pink. Between her legs, a long mixture of spit and her essence dribbled down.

“Can’t wait to fuck this pussy… one of these days. So motherfucking tight!” Wesley mused as he worked two of his digits, drawing her slickness in a vivid, noisy expression.

True, her pussy was too tight back to take his big dick – he knew that well. With him, with most of the boys, she was still just an anal-only girl. It might have been the heightened state of arousal and the attention to her pussy, but for a moment, she feared that he intended to take her vaginally.

“Wesley? What are you doing?” She protested. If he tried to enter her pussy – she was sure her moans would have summoned the whole campus.

It was relief she felt as heavy, sprung meat collided with a SMACK on her derriere – followed by another firm slap of his palm, the sound off her cheek reverberating across the lot şirinevler escort – an affection welcomed.

There was no more complaining within her – only longing to feel him enter her ass. When he brought his fingers to her mouth, offering them for her to lick clean, she moaned with servile appreciation as she savored the taste of her sweet love juices.

“Spread your ass girl!” Wesley murmured, fisting a handful of her long blonde hair while guiding his slick tool between her cheeks. One more thick drool of spit he smeared, before he kissed and squeezed his swollen head against her starfish. “Put your hands on your fat ass and spread that hole for me.”

Natalie had moaned like a whore in heat as she experienced Wesley’s boner boring into her rear. He did not get to his knees – instead, he squatted down on his haunches, one hand on her waist, guiding his pipe into her butt at a downward angle. Thankfully, her tushy ring welcomed the feeling – well accustomed to the weight and feel of big, black cock – and easily opened up to him.

As he stroked her asshole – the welcome feeling of its suction causing him to groan in pleasure – the grip on her hair firmed up. Her elbows and knees felt rough on the concrete – it was an uneasy position, and she had pined for the gentler embrace of a bed, a sofa or even a carpeted floor. But soon the wave of pleasure the followed the familiar feeling of anal sex was a worthy distraction. And then she could feel the heat build as his truncheon sawed in and out of her fuck hole.

“Arch your back! Just like that! Keep that ass up,” he sassed her as he bounced his hips against her rump, his balls slapping her pussy. “Damn! I love fucking your big booty, baby! What a good anal slut you are!”

That last compliment had been accompanied by another rude slap – as he tugged her hair tight like a leash – and firmed his feet on the ground either side of her – levering his hulking frame to skewer his meat in and out of her guts. If there had been anyone else in the parking lot nearby – the sound of the butt slaps would have surely called them over, if not the sound of their combined moaning or the sloppy, wet noises of butt sex. At one point, Natalie heard a car roll by and maybe footsteps – but all sounded distant, remote. Irrelevant. They could watch her for all she cared for at moment.

Natalie could only whine and moan – her discomfort disappearing with each blessed shafting through her rear. She didn’t feel the need to protest even if she wanted to – and for the unclear time it took for him to reach his own point of no return, she had even forgot that they were in public.

“Oh my god – so fucking good,” she had cried out as he had buried the full length of his lengthy pipe past her sphincter. There, he grinded against her rear – his powerful body twitching against her warm, smothering insides. Abruptly, he pulled out – Natalie gasping as she felt the cool fall air sucked in by her gape. He was teasing her, she could tell – but thankfully after he’d drooled into her opening a couple of times – he resumed fucking her with dexterous ease.

Wesley’s hands moved to her shoulders as he plundered her depths. Despite the gulf in weight and power, Natalie did not feel overwhelmed – knowing which part of her body to tense up and endure, her muscles grown in the past few weeks of increased exercise and sexual training – her glutes and thighs especially. She judged Wesley’s wild, erratic panting to mean he wouldn’t last long and so she worked her butt backwards in rhythm, stroking his shaft to double his pleasure.

“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” she had wantonly purred at him over her shoulder while she swiveled her hips against his groin. It was an appeal she’d learned often did the trick for those who got to enjoy railing her doggy style, especially while throwing her big, porcelain derriere back at him. “Fuck my ass, please Daddy! Use it! Fuck my big white ass! Nutt in my ass, please!”

It worked like a charm – Wesley’s face strained in effort and he suddenly winced as if in pain – before he started to cuss. “Shit! Oh god damn, girl! Fuck!” The sight of her transformed into a depraved, nasty slut always did the trick as Natalie witnessed him blow over. Wesley almost forgot where he was – he shouted out in agony and buried his shaft in her ass, pushing her against the concrete.

“Oh, fuck yes… come in my ass,” she coaxed him while feeling his balls swell against her pussy and his dick pumping his hot, creamy batch deep in her guts. When he settled, she finished him off by grinding her thighs against him while squeezing her sphincter, prolonging his pleasure and milking out his last drop. She was sure he’d dumped a gallon of his batter inside her.

“Damn girl. You’re too fucking good!” he chuckled and sighed as his cock had throbbed inside her ass. “You got a butt plug?”

She shook her head – regretting not bringing one. She would be leaking until she made it to the bathroom. Good thing she wore dark jeans.

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass and stood up – before helping her to her knees and guiding her mouth to his semi-deflated, shiny cock. Aided by his firm hand on the back of her head, Natalie swallowed him to the hilt, polishing his dick clean of all her ass juices. She found the task rewarding now that she’d earned his nutt and savored the rich, earthy taste.

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The bass was pounding. I could feel it in my chest warring with my fluttering heartbeat. We had been out for hours, dancing and drinking. Your friends flitted into and out of the scene like butterflies. I was tired of only having some of your attention, and I had a plan.

I took you by the hand and lead you deeper into the crowd. With a song change, we started to dance and jump and grind more vigorously. I leaned in close to your ear.

“I want you to catch me and fuck me raw with that delicious cock of yours,” I said with a playful nibble at your neck.

I could tell you were surprised. There was such a crowd and you’d never seen me so bold in public before. I ran my hand up the length of your thigh and stopped directly over the bulge in your jeans. Making pointed eye contact, I kissed you hard. I turned and slipped into the crowd with an over-the-shoulder wink and a flip up of my mini skirt to show you I’d stripped off the black thong you’d expected to see. As I snaked away from you, I felt a grin creep across my face. I wanted to be hunted. Looking over my shoulder, I saw your face poking up through the clusters of dancers. I waited until our eyes locked before shooting you a wicked grin and dashing off towards the bar.

I slipped into a gaggle of young women, hiding behind their giggling backs, and ordered myself a drink. My heart pounded and I could feel myself getting wet between my thighs. The minutes crept on and I hoped I could blend in long enough to get you really irked with me. As if on queue, I felt a hand close tightly around my upper arm as my cocktail arrived.

“Oh there you are gorgeous, pay the barman for me- won’t you?” I giggled to you, knowing it would annoy you just a little more than you’d like it to.

I heard your rough exhale and you reached for your wallet reluctantly. Much to my chagrin, your grip on my arm didn’t slacken a bit. It looked like my game was coming to an end. I snuck my free hand up the back of your shirt and grazed my nails down your spine.

“Finish your drink,” you ordered.

My small sips were intentional as I tried to drag out the time. I ran my fingertips along the waistband of your jeans, dipping my fingers down as far and as sweetly as I could. As my fingers squeezed just a little lower, grazing fındıkzade escort the base of your cock, you’d had enough. Taking my glass and setting it to the side, you guided me through the crowd out towards the parking lot. As we reached the outside air, you leaned in close to my ear.

“I hope you had your fun. It’s my turn,” you said coolly.

You steered me out of the club and it was apparent that you were dead-set on getting me to the car as quickly as possible. You wanted to ruin all of my fun. We crossed the gravel parking lot, you guided me to the passenger side door. You opened the door and attempted to herd me into the seat- but that wouldn’t due. Instead of folding politely into the seat, I slid to my knees with your hand still grasping my arm. Looking up at you, I gave you my best doe eyes and pouted.

“Let me taste you before you whisk me away from the fun, pretty please?” I asked in that needy tone you tend to give into.

I felt your grasp relax just a little and used it to my advantage. Pulling my arm away, my hands flew to your zipper and started to pull. You were almost too stunned to react at all as I pulled the length of you loose and looked up at you with a hungry grin. All you could manage was to loosely cup your hand around my cheek before I started to lick and kiss your soft skin, growing more eager the harder you became. Soon enough, I was working your full length deep into my mouth, into my throat- running my tongue along the veins of your cock, swallowing feverishly to take more of you and to keep myself from drooling over my chin.

My knees were digging into the gravel giving the perfect bite of pain. I gagged myself with your cock and the dampness between my legs grew more heated. I didn’t want to wait for somewhere private, I wanted to have you there and now in the parking lot under the street lights. In those moments, it’s always as though you can read my mind. You slid your fingers into my hair and pulled me up into a deep kiss.

“Get your slutty ass in the car before I fuck it dry, do you hear me?”

A breathy “yes” was all I could manage before turning to climb into the seat. The slap you dealt to my exposed ass nearly echoed across the parking lot and aksaray escort definitely caught the attention of a group of drunk departures from the club. The drive home was quick. I don’t think you were speeding, but my head was too full of all the things I wanted to do to you- or have you do to me- to notice.

We pulled up into the drive way and I attempted to joke as I exited the car. Your patience was thin. With a snap you directed me towards the front door and you closed the space between us before I’d managed to climb the short set of steps to the porch. As I reached the top step, you wrapped an arm around my waist and spun me half way around so my stomach pressed into the railing. You flipped up my skirt with one hand and opened your fly with the other. My lust was moaned into the empty street as you fucked me there in front of our home. As you grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, your entertainment at my antics of the evening finally showed.

“My girl, you never stop surprising me. If you wanted me to show everyone how slutty you can be, I’d have eaten you there on the dance floor. But now, you just get a chance of an audience- not the main act that you wanted.”

The orgasm I had wanted for hours came closer with your teasing. I reached my hand down to my swollen pussy to feel your cock slide through my fingers as you rammed into me. Feeling your barely undone belt brush my thighs, your hand still in my hair, and the juices from my pussy soaking the front of your pants, I came hard. The stream of renewed wetness dripped down my fingers and I moved to suck the wetness from my hand. Fingers still in my mouth, I looked over my shoulder.

“Ruin me,” was all I could ask.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You moved your hands to the top of my shirt and tore the light fabric away from me. The seams of the top pulled tight against me, reminding me of the rope you so often bound me with. I gasped as fabric pulled off my chest, leaving my tits to dangle in the space just beyond the porch railing.

You pulled your cock out of me. Taking me my the hips, you moved me back a step so my nipples pressed roughly into the wood of the rail and I was bent fully at the waist. Taking two fingers, you pressed eyüp escort into me and scooped the wetness into the palm of your hand.

“Beg,” you said as you delivered a mind-rending slap to my exposed ass.

“Ruin me, I need it. Please, I’ll do anything.”

As the words spill out of me, your hand rained down blow after blow until tears trickled down my cheeks and my breath became ragged.

“Please use me,” I whispered through the limp strands of hair falling over my face.

The blows stopped, but your fingers returned to my heated pussy. One plunged into me while another curled to press into my clit. I bucked my hips to grind into your hand, ragged moans breaking the quiet of the street. You pulled your hand away. As I groaned in frustration, I could hear you stroking your cock.

“Please, I’m so close. Please let me come.” I whine at you, fearing you’ll leave me frustrated.

Without a word, you stuffed three fingers into me. I nearly shrieked at the uncomfortable tightness before I began to buck against your hand again. You pressed your fingers down, arresting my attempted motion with an aching pang.

“You humping little whore,” you said softly.

I felt the head of your cock, slick with my wetness, press against my ass. Your large fingers inside me kept the pressure painfully firm, as if you held my entire pelvis still for the ravaging.

“I’ll ruin you.”

My ass stretched with a thrilling agony at your invasion. My mouth hung open, a moan trapped in my throat. The dizzying fullness made my mind spin. A car, headlights dazzling, rolled down the street. As you buried the full length of you inside me, your fingers began to move inside my pussy. Stroking and churning as your cock worked first slowly, but then with a growing speed into me.

My need for you was all consuming, the tension in my abdomen growing toward my inescapable climax. Your grunts gave away how close you were to your peak as well.

“Own me, please. I want to feel you come inside me,” I groaned through gritted teeth.

My legs started to quake beneath me as you pounded into me faster. Your hand reached out and grabbed on of my tits from the rail and you pinched and tugged at my nipple. I crashed over the edge of my orgasm with a spasm that would have brought me to my knees if not for your arm snaked around me. The tightening around you brought a gravely groan from you as you came.

Panting softly, you pulled out of my ass and wrapped your other arm around me. You pulled me tightly to you.

“Let’s go have a hot shower,” you whispered into my skin as you kissed my forehead.

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It had started to stretch on the time between moments when we could share each other’s passions. The times when we could feel like the only two people in the world as we delved deep in to each other sexual fantasies. This was making me increasingly frustrated as each day past by and days turned to weeks. What we have, what we can do to each other needs to be unleashed to devour each other and feel the unwavering need for the primal experience we experience time after time.

After finding out through conversation when your next alone for a few days I make it clear that your going to receive instructions and each one must be followed. You notice the demand in my voice and although you would never allow this under normal circumstances you began to wonder what to expect. The excitement built as you realised the tone of my voice and the need of the touch of your body in my eyes and agreed. I checked and double checked you agreed fully, and although this checking made you a little uneasy your need for knowing where this may lead had you beginning to feel wet without a single touch.

I told you to pick a time one evening when I could arrive, arrive where you ask and I simply say at your door! Your eyes widen as if to begin to question my request. You see that this was not a debate or a request for permission this was what I expected. You gave me a time and day, the next instructions were simple. You answer the door normally, you where normal clothes joggers loose t shirt and greet me like you would any other friend. What was different was underneath those very normal clothes would be some of your finest black underwear. These requests had both your heart beating out of your chest and your pussy beginning to throb it excitement. You knew this pushed boundaries but excepted there was no way of refusing. fatih escort You waited for further instructions.

Before the day arrived I began to tell you what I expect you to do once I step over the threshold and invite me in, it would be dark outside and the house would be dimmly lit, the time allowed for being in your house would be small but I would be demanding your full attention as we have a lot to get through. Before I arrive I tell you to choose a room, upstairs preferably a spare room. One you may not go in to often but from the very moment I leave you would visit frequently to revisit the experience in your mind and make yourself cum over and over again.

Your apprehension is palpable as you spot the headlights on your drive. Your heart is pounding as you hear the knock at the door, the only other instruction you have been given is to lead me to the room you have chosen and I will begin! I watch you as you lead for the only time, I watch you walk ahead off me as we are silent and I can hear your heavy breathing and the footsteps as your bare feet take each stair slowly and cautiously. You feel the wetness between your legs as each step rubs the lace of your underwear against you.

You enter the room and wait for me, I push the door closed behind us and press you against the door your back against it, the room and I step back. I stand and tell you to to undress leaving your underwear on. You stand there almost naked as I remove my belt, my jeans are unbuttoned and my t shirt pulled over my head and thrown with your clothes. I tell you to slide your back down the door, this brings you in to your toes and your legs naturally part and the position is exposing you. Your head is against the wall you feel the pressure on the balls of çapa escort your feet a I tell you to feel your pussy through your lace. Your eyes close, this was not requested and quickly remind you that I need you looking at me. Your pussy is aching and wet, your breathing heavy. I tell you to pull your knickers to the side and fuck yourself with your fingers until you cum. This is quicker than expected and with this I know you ready.

I move forward and lean down and kiss you, I place your wet fingers on my hard cock running them up and down the thick hard shaft, the need for you, you can feel and see. I kneel in front of you replicating the stress position you find yourself in and finger you, my fingers move around hard feeling the wetness you can’t hide and you cum again quicker this time all over my hand. I stand and push you to your knees the relief from the throbing in your legs needed to prepare you for my cock.

I place my fingers in your mouth and you know I expect them to be clean. I stand in front of you but lean down and kiss you tasting you sharing you. I stand again moving my cock towards your waiting mouth, you take it as I move slowly at fist but I’m not here for slow. Your head is pushed back against the door as I fuck your mouth hard and fast. You feel it reach the back of your mouth but I want it deeper your throat stretched as I force myself in to you further. You gag and push me back. You look up and see my eyes light with passion and I grab your throat with one hand and my other comes across your face slapping your cheek for even daring to stop. The tingling sensation surprises you and the redness on our cheek encourages me to push my cock in to your mouth hard once again and I demand your throat. You feel it fill with me but güngören escort take it, your becoming messy as you concentrate on allowing your throat to relax as I fuck it.

I move away and let you catch your breath, I pull you to your feet turn you around and place your hands on the door just below shoulder height. Your back arches as I pull your knickers to your ankles and arse is exposed. This is what I came for this is what I’m claiming right here right now in your house. I feel for your tits and the hard nipples through the lace you feel my breath on your neck as warm silky lube is poured on to the arch of your back falling to your arse.

I place a finger inside your arse relaxing you making you aware that I have only one desire tonight. Your apprehensive again but aware that a no will be not a sufficient excuse tonight. You feel my cock move closer you push toward me trying to control the sensation until I’m deep inside you. The tightness and heavy breathing of me behind you makes your pussy throb. My cock begins to fuck your arse you relax and take it, the sensation is confusing, tight and pleasurable but with and edge to it you can’t describe. Your surprise is hard to hide as you begin to cum from having your arse fucked you like it it’s wrong but you have fantasised about this for so long. My rhythm matches yours as you push back deeper moving a hand between your legs to feel your pussy, fingers inside you feeling my cock through the walls of your cunt as my cock fucks your arse. The rhythm builds and I cum deep inside you as you climax, the feeling of your pulsing pussy is felt by my cock as I leave every last drop of me inside you.

I move you from the door sat on the floor leaning against the wall as I dress. I gather my keys and any evidence of being there and take myself out to the car. You hear the door close the engine start and the wheels drive along the gravel path. The silence in the room reminds you that your alone and one last time you bring yourself to a climax. Knowing you will never be able to come in to this room again without the memories of me taking you, owning you completely.

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The day of Debbie’s punishment for cheating was over. Cas and I spent part of the evening together in our other bedroom. Cas is very aroused and wants to leave the door open and the light on. After we had sex, and as Debbie was being thoroughly fucked, by 5 guys in the other room. Cas has agreed to let one of the guys fuck her, but it has to be random.

The plan was to wait for the first one to use the bathroom across the hall. When they came out of the bathroom, they would be invited to have sex with her.

It ended up being the 18-year-old kid, Robert. He joined us today with his brother Joey, both at Horse’s invitation. I found out later that he had just turned 18 two days before. He is still in high school and about to graduate. I was also aware that he had not had sex before and was, in fact, a virgin. He was the first guy sent in to our bedroom, where Debbie was blindfolded and waiting.

He lost his virginity in Debbie’s pussy. Later as the gangbang progressed, he got to have anal sex with her, again the first time he has done it. Now a couple hours later, he gets to fuck Cas, leaving a nice load of cum in her pussy. After he left, she told me to close the door. I did, and she asked me to eat her pussy, which I also did.

Several hours later the guys had finally left, and Debbie came to the spare bedroom to join Cas and I. She climbed into bed with us smelling of sex. She lay in the middle between us. We hold her and start to explore her pussy and ass. Cas and I finger her pussy which was loaded with cum. I move to her backside, and her ass was also full of cum.

I reclaimed my wife anally, as Cas rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy. Debbie climaxed and soon after that, I did also. Debbie then went down on Cas, and ate her pussy until she climaxed also. Debbie was exhausted as were Cas and me. We all soon fell asleep, while embracing each other.

Cas and me are the first up in the morning. We let Debbie sleep. Our bed was a mess, the sheets full of dried cum and Debbie’s squirt. The blindfold was on one of the pillows, it also had dried cum on it. Debbie must have took a facial.

We changed the sheets, and collected the various piles of cum-filled tissues, empty containers of water, and beer bottles. We could not find the panties from Debbie’s lingerie set. The bra was there along with the nylons. I tell Cas, “I guess someone has a souvenir.

Debbie eventually came out of the spare bedroom, and joined us in the cleanup. In the light of day, Debbie was a mess. She had dry cum on her face, hair, bush, and down her inner thighs. Even with all that going on, I still thought she looked amazing.

The girls jumped in the shower together. They were in there a while, and I heard a couple of orgasms occur. When they came out, I went in. I did not have a lot of hot water, but I managed.

When I came out, I joined the girls in the dining room for some much needed coffee.

I was thinking about what had happened the night before. To be honest I liked it, and I know Debbie most certainly did. Now I had to decide how to proceed. In my opinion, we had to decide if we wanted to open this marriage. Do we want to explore more events, like we just experienced. I listened to Debbie and Cas converse and I try to gauge how to proceed.

Cas says to Debbie, “You looked like you really enjoyed that.”

“I did enjoy it, I can’t tell you how good that all felt.”

Cas asks, “What was that like? Two guys inside your pussy and your ass?”

“The stretch is amazing, then the sex, you know the two dicks fucking you, one in one out, that will drive you crazy.”

Their conversation went on into more details. Cas seemed intrigued. I think about how last night, she became an exhibitionist, then let one of the guys fuck her. Then later she went to peek into the bedroom where Debbie was. A couple of the guys saw her nude. I pondered how far this may go.

At this point I sat with the ladies listening to the details of what went on with Debbie. It sounded like she really had a good time. Debbie has become a slut, and Cas is maybe not to far behind.

The truth was I wanted Cas to join in yesterday, but it was not to be. The way she is acting this morning, she regrets it too.

It was time for me to ask her something. I said Cassidy, “Do you want me to share you like Debbie? Not just with us present, but with another guy on your own? You know with our blessing.”

She seemed to think a moment, then said, “I don’t know, it feels like cheating.”

I say, “It wouldn’t be, you would be like Debbie, a shared wife.”

“If I did that, who would you have in mind?”

(I knew she was interested.)

I look at Debbie and say, “How about Horse to start?”

Debbie chimes in and says, “That would be perfect, we could share him. I would love that, he is an amazing fuck, and would want nothing but the best for you.”

I think that’s my girl. Way to get her onboard.

Cas says, “But he is yours. I don’t want to take that away mecidiyeköy escort from you.”

Debbie is blunt and says, “He is a means of pleasure, I don’t mind if you want that same pleasure. I love you, with all my heart, and I want you to be happy. I want you to use him to do that. Daniel wants you to also. It is so wonderful how you don’t want to impose, but it wouldn’t be an imposition.

She thinks about it and says. “I have to admit, he is really good in bed, do you think he would want to?”

Debbie laughs and says, “He is a man slut, and would love some one-on-one time with you. I want you to do this for me lover. Please use Horse for some fun.”

Cas smiles at me, and says, “Daniel can I go by Horse’s for some fun?”

“Yes, my love, you can. Anything you want to do with him, you may.”

My cock got hard thinking about it.

We worked out our plans going forward. We would have a sharing marriage. We, including me, would be able to fool around with others alone. When it is a stranger, protection will be used. We all had cell phones now and would call if we happened to have an opportunity for a sexual situation. There would be no secrets.

The following is in Cassidy’s words.

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I’m so glad I met Debbie and Daniel that day. My life has been so fantastic now that they are part of it. I have been having sex with girls since I was in high school. I would say back then, I was 90% lesbian and only once in a while thought about guys.

My senior year I met a guy that I felt some attraction to. He wound up being my first. I was but wasn’t a virgin. Obviously my hymen was broken by a woman using several fingers and a cucumber. That was not my finest hour. I had a few girls through high school only one was long term. I went to college and met a guy I liked and he was my second. He had a girl friend unbeknownst to me. I dumped him, but not after I told her, and she and I had sex. I had a couple short relationships after and moved on.

After college a few more girls came and went. I met Maggie about 6 months before Debbie. She was more into guys than I was at the time. We played around a lot, and we would pickup other woman at bars, mostly married ones. One day at a club, I met Andy, the lead singer of the band that Horse is with. We hit it off in a sexual way, and he and I had sex a few times. I enjoyed it, but still was highly into woman.

Then one day Maggie and I went to one of the concerts, and we seen a couple of woman at the stage. We decided to hit on them. I went for the blonde named Debbie, and Maggie went for the redhead named Jen. That is when my life change, and I wound up falling in love. I knew she was married, and I thought her husband was nice and good looking.

Maggie and Jen hit it off. Carl her husband was there also. They wound up leaving, and I was there with Debbie and Daniel. I figured what the hell I will take them both home. I was Debbie’s first lesbian experience. I let Daniel also have sex with me that night. The next day Debbie came over alone, with the intention to end it, but instead we again had sex.

After that we had threesomes again, as well as Debbie and I being alone, and eventually Daniel and I.

I started to fall in love with both of them. I never had these strong feelings about anyone before. Let alone two people. I started to tell them I loved them, and they started to tell me the same. I gave my anal virginity to Daniel, and I stopped seeing Maggie and Andy alone. I only had sex again with them with Debbie or Daniel present. Daniel shares Debbie, and she shares him.

Debbie proposed to me. She gave me a ring that her and Daniel purchased. Daniel proposed to me after. I accepted both, and I now live with them as an equal in all things. Daniel insists on it.

We are in love, as impossible as it sounds we are. We are going to have a ceremony in a couple of months, and go on a honeymoon in the Caribbean.

The date is their wedding anniversary. They wanted it to be special. It will not be legal, but I don’t care. We are happy with our arrangement.

Debbie has a new side action partner. His name is Tony, aka Horse, and I have also been shared with him. We also have get-togethers with Maggie, the four of us, or sometimes just us girls.

I have grown more desirous of men, thanks to Daniel. He turned me straight, while Debbie keeps me a lesbian.

Debbie was gangbanged for an indiscretion she had with Horse and Sam. She went to his place, which occurs a couple times a week, and she let them both take her. Not just take her, but she took them both up her ass at the same time.

I did not think that was possible. Then I seen it on a video, and then live, and in person, in our own bed.

When the day came for her gangbang, I think I was as horny as she was. The first guy to have her was Robert. He just turned 18 and was a virgin. Daniel and I agreed that he should go first, beşiktaş escort and also alone. After he came out the rest of the guys went in. Daniel and me followed. The guys got naked, and went at Debbie. We watched her get fucked by all of them. Daniel participated in a double penetration of her pussy.

When we left the room and went to the spare bedroom, I was more turned on than ever in my life. I had Daniel leave the door open and the light on. Inside I hoped the guys would take me too. I think Daniel did as well.

We had intense sex. I wanted to be shared, and we planned on the first guy that hits the bathroom across the hall, to then hit me.

The bed in the spare room runs parallel to the door way. I places myself so my pussy was lined up with the door way. When a guy went to the bathroom he would see me with my legs spread. I was on my elbows and propped up waiting. My nipples were erect with anticipation.

Robert was the only guy to show up. When he saw me, Daniel gave him the come here motion with his finger. Robert got the message, and came in. He got between my legs, put his cock in me, and fucked me. He made me climax, and then he came inside of me. When he left, I had Daniel close the door and eat my pussy. I know he is bi now, so it seemed like the thing to do.

Afterwards, Daniel went to peek in on Debbie. He came back and said you have to see this. I went nude to the doorway, not hiding my nakedness. Debbie was still blindfolded. Her legs were held all the way back, and Horse’s cock is up her ass. He was pounding her, and she looked like she was really enjoying it.

Two guys seen me, and invited me in with nods. I wanted to, but I shook my head no. I went back to Daniel, and made him take me in the butt like Debbie was taking it. I had my first anal orgasm without having to play with my clit to bring it on.

The next morning I told Debbie about what had happened with Roger. When we were cleaning up the bedrooms I found a note with Rodger’s phone number on it. He stated that he would like to have a regular thing with us. We talked at the table in the morning about his request.

We all agreed to add him to our escapades.

I also agreed that I would go it alone with Horse. I am going to go to his place on Friday for a sex date. I have only taken it in my back door from Daniel, but Debbie has convinced me to try anal sex with him.

I am a little intimidated by the thought of being impaled by his huge dick. But what I had watched Debbie do on Saturday, and the orgasm Daniel gave me, makes me want to try it.

The week passes as usual, Debbie went to Horse’s place twice and had Roger over once. I came home to her and Rodger having sex and joined in. Daniel then came home and had sloppy seconds with both of us.

Later the three of us had sex again. It was to become a weekday routine for us.

Daniel has been able to have 3 to 4 orgasm a day now. It is though his body knows it has to step up with two woman now. Debbie and I love it.

Friday arrives, and when I got home, I refrained from having sex with Debbie. Not easy, let me tell you. I showered after I cleaned out with our special cleanser.

Debbie had picked out my red panties and bra. She had left them for me on the bed. I think she was as excited as I was. I put on a white skirt that was kind of short, and a t-shirt that had his band on it.

Daniel got home, and asked me if I was ready. I told him I was.

We had dinner and chatted about our day. before I left, I brushed my teeth. I did not plan to kiss him, but you never know.

I did however kiss Debbie and Daniel when I left. They both told me to have fun.

It was a 30 minute drive to Horse’s place. He lives on a side road in a double wide modular home. It was actually a new place. He had put on the land, after he had got a nice inheritance from his grandmother.

I drove up to his place, parked, and got out.

I walked up to the front door as Horse opened it. He said hello and invited me in.

I entered and he said, “You look very sexy Cassidy. Is that outfit just for me?”

I smile saying, “Actually, Debbie picked out part of it. I thought you’d like the shirt and skirt.”

“I do, what part did Debbie pick out?”

With that question I surprised him by taking my shirt off and unzipping my skirt. I let them drop to the floor, stepping out of my skirt. I stood there in my red bra and panties, and said, “This is what Debbie picked out.”

“Mmmmm, I like it.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.”

“I was going to offer you a drink, but…”

With that he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom. He lies me on his bed, and starts to get undressed.

I sit up on my elbows and watch him. He takes his shirt off first, tossing it to the side. I admire his hairless chest. He opens his jeans, unzips, lowers them, then takes them off. His huge cock is pressing against his underwear. He is already etiler escort rock hard.

I feel a wave of fear and desire. Fear of pain when that thing goes in my ass, and desire for the pleasure that dick can give me. I just need to relax, and focus on the pleasure.

He lowers his underwear and his cock springs out. It is truly beautiful, and completely shaved. It makes him look even bigger. He gives me the come here jester, and points to his cock.

I can take a hint, and I move to him at the edge of the bed. My mouth, and his cock come together. I had to open wide for him. He places his hand on the back of my head and gently mouth fucks me.

I taste his pre-cum, he produces a lot of it. He could cum in my mouth now, stay hard and deposit more in one of my other holes or both. I am hoping for both.

I know why Debbie calls this approved cheating. You feel like your cheating, but you know it’s okay. It is kind of the best of both worlds.

Horse cums in my mouth, It is actually the first time. I have had oral sex with him, but he never completed in my mouth, till now. I swallow most of it and I keep a little. I swirl it around before I swallow it. His cum tastes pretty good as far as cum goes. I have tasted it before when I went down on Debbie after he completed in her pussy. It was different though, being mixed with Debbie’s fluids.

He looks down at me, and says, “Don’t worry, I have plenty more for you.”

I smile and say, “You better.”

He leans down and kisses me, I wasn’t expecting it, but it was nice. I guess brushing my teeth earlier didn’t matter with his cum in my mouth. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. I let it fall from my shoulders. He lays me back onto the bed and slides my panties off.

He moves my legs back causing my pussy lips to separate exposing my clit and both holes. He moves in, and starts to eat my pussy. He moves from my clit down to my hole and then down to my anus. That felt good, and causes a tingle to go through me.

After a few minutes, I felt an orgasm coming on, and Horse sensed it also. He slipped a finger in my ass, using my vaginal fluid for lube. He fingered me and that sent me over the edge. I had a very nice, wet orgasm. Horse continued to lick me until I stopped moaning loudly.

He moved up my body placing his cock against my pussy, inserting it. He starts to fuck my pussy fast and hard. I climax quickly, squirting heavily on him. He doesn’t stop and makes me climax again. As I do, he lets loose a load in my pussy.

He fucks me a little longer and pulls out of me. He again says, “Don’t worry, I got more.”

He sat up and turned around retrieving a container of lube.

I guess we are going for the main event. I felt that fear again, but I pushed it away. I just imagined how good it was going to feel.

Horse said, “Are you okay with this? Debbie said you wanted to do this too.”

She was right. I wanted to do it too. I wanted it in the way I had seen him do it to her. On my back holding my legs back as far as they could go, and as exposed as she was.

“Yes, I want to.”

He said, “Okay, I will take it slow. Do you want to hold your legs back?”

I said nothing, and spread them and held them back with my hands. I felt very exposed and vulnerable. I was very aroused being like this, it felt, I don’t know, dirty? Especially with his cum oozing out of my pussy.

He smiles at me and winks. He opens the lube and applied some to his finger. He gently applies it to my backside. He slips a finger into me and finger-fucks my ass for a little bit. He then pulls it out and applies some more lube to it and to his second finger.

He repeats the process now with two fingers, loosening my tight back side. I have to admit it felt good. He repeats the process this time with three fingers. I moaned when he did. I did what I could to relax my anal muscle, as he stretched me open. I wish he had a mirror on the ceiling like we do. I would have liked the view.

He removes his fingers and applies some more lube to my opening and then to his cock.

He then asks me, “Are you ready for me, Cassidy?”

I say, Yes, please go slow.”

“I will be gentle, and if it hurts at all tell me, and I will stop.”

“Okay, I say with a little tremble in my voice.”

Horse moves forward staying upright. He placed the tip of his cock against my anus. I again feel that tingle. I do my best to relax as he applies some pressure. I feel the tip start to open me up.

He slowly pushes forward but not to fast. He stops to let me adjust to his girth, Then moves his cock a little more in.

I am adjusting well, if I do say so. I am expecting it hurt, but it doesn’t. I keep thinking of the pleasure I am going to get when he is in. This thought is helping me to relax.

I felt a sudden something that wasn’t pain but it was a foreign feeling, like it didn’t belong. My ass reacted to this surge not by tighten up, but by loosening. What I felt was the head of his cock passing my sphincter. He was inside of me, his full girth. He slid forward, and the pleasure I wanted began.

I was not aware that I was moaning really loud until he pulled back and slowly slid forward. He was half way in, and my body wanted more. He penetrated me more deeply. He was past the point that Daniel has been. It felt wonderful.

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